so i made this to take my mind off

I am so fucking incredibly happy that Jared overcame his anxiety and insecurities and finally played guitar for us. But I also want to acknowledge Jensen, who probably encouraged him a thousand times to do it.

let’s remember Jensen also had his own insecurities, he was also shy about singing in public until not too long ago, but he put himself out there and he graces us with his beautiful voice often. And now, he has managed to do the same to Jared. 

Jensen himself told us a while ago that Jared likes to play guitar, but he feels shy about doing it in public. Can you imagine how many times Jensen told Jared that he was good, that he should play for everyone. We already got a glimpse of Jared’s amazing singing voice when he recorded a song for Jason Manns’  Christmas album, but we had yet to see him playing. I can see them practicing it a lot of times, and Jensen asking him to do it. 

Now, he finally did it, and I love how Jensen keeps looking at Jared as he sings, silently telling him “I’m here, you’re doing good, it’s okay”. I’m sure Jared was so nervous, I imagine he tuned everyone else down, he focused only on Jensen so he could get through it. At some point, Jensen got up to take the focus off Jared a bit, to make him feel more relaxed. And after it was over, he made everyone stand up and applaud Jared, to show him how amazing he was. I’m completely sure Jared would never have done it if it Jensen wasn’t there. 

And it’s amazing how it’s a two way street. Something just came in my mind right now, at PCA’s 2013 (I think) when the boys went up the stage to present an award, and Jensen was so fucking nervous he couldn’t breathe while speaking, and Jared took over and finished for him, because he sensed Jensen was distressed. Now Jensen did the same for Jared.

One helps the other. They are a team and they support each other in everything, and I have never seen such a beautiful thing. 

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Recommended Song: Rumour by K.A.R.D

Summary:

After you get sent a text that clearly wasn’t meant for you, you end up breaking into someone’s house looking for answers.

Genre: 70% Smut, 30% Crack

Pairing: Officer!Jungkook X Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: Swearing, Graphic smut, kinda Dom/Sub, dirty talk. Filth.

Word Count: 5256

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Hungover Jensen, post Jib

Jensen opens his eyes and immediately closes them again. His head is pounding, it’s too bright in the hotel room, his entire body aches.

After a couple minutes of stretching and groaning and adjusting his eyes to the sunlight, he fumbles for his phone on the nightstand and ends up with a piece of notebook paper in his hand instead. In terrible handwriting, there are a few random words on the paper like “breakfast,” “crepe options,” and “hamburger meat with onions.” He bunches the paper up and tosses it aside before grabbing his phone and lying back down against the bed.

For some reason his email app is open, and a drafted email is waiting to be sent. It’s addressed to Jim Michaels, with the subject line “Get fuckd.”

In the body of the email is written, “I think I want to quit the show and open a food truck. I have a lot of great ideas for a food truck, and I’m writing up a menu right—”

Jensen deletes the drafted email and scrambles through his sent messages to make sure he didn’t actually email anyone. Thankfully, he didn’t.

He checks his text messages next and finds that the only person he texted yesterday was his wife. Thank fucking god.

Babe!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I’m wearing the underwear you bought me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The pair I said I’d never wear in a million years!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I’m wearing it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Babe!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Jensen’s eyes widen and his face heats up as he stares at his phone, the words blurring together. He tears the covers away from his lap and looks down at himself. The only thing he’s wearing is a pair of peach-colored boxer briefs that are too big on him.

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Stay with me on this video, trust me, this is insane shit right here. 

So, I work at the local aquarium where we operate on a catch and release system for new animals every season. This year, our giant pacific octopod is this gorgeous lady, Doc. 

We all know octopodes (or octopuses, as they’re more commonly known) are extremely smart; well I got a first had experience with that tonight. 

In the video above, Doc is trying out a tactic on me that worked on my coworker earlier today before I got to work. She positions herself, as seen, at the upper corner of her tank and lifts the lid (which is weighed down with six bricks and additional lead weights, mind you) enough to blow a mass of water through her siphon and out the crack she’s made so it looks like the tank is overflowing. My coworker today rushed over and took the lid off to get in the tank, thinking he had to clear out a clogged pipe. When he did so, she took the opportunity to get a number of arms down the outside of the glass as she tried to climb out of her tank!!

I, knowing this, did not take the lid off, but watched her test the weight of the lid each time she blew water out, to see if I had taken any of the bricks off!! If you watch closely, a few seconds after she blows water, you can see the header with her info raise slightly as she pushes up against it. (We’ve since doubled the amount of bricks on top of there omg) 

I want a scenario where Adrien finds out his scarf was actually from Marinette and not his dad, and for it not to go very well at first.

Because while I’m sure Adrien would understand it was a mix up and still, his friend went out of her way to make him a gift, I can’t imagine him really looking at the scarf for a while and being happy about it, not while knowing his dad didn’t actually get him anything at all. Adrien would have very mixed feelings about it IMO, and I wouldn’t really blame him either.

So, angst time. Adrien wants to confront his dad about it but he’s overseeing a fashion show and he couldn’t ask Nathalie because she went with him, so that leaves Marinette. He pulls her aside after school, and there’s so much anger and resentment for his dad building up, and he really doesn’t want to take it all out on Marinette, but Adrien’s afraid that if he opens his mouth he might say something he’ll come to regret, so instead he pulls his scarf out from his bag and smooths out a corner of it, displaying Marinette’s tiny signature for her to see. 

He can see the panic flash in her eyes while she stares at the scarf, but it doesn’t seem like she can find words, so he asks a question, “Why didn’t you you say something?”

Meanwhile, Marinette really IS panicking. True to what she told Alya all those months ago, Marinette tries to explain that she didn’t want him to be disappointed that the scarf wasn’t actually from his dad, just her, but even as she explains this she can see it’s not making Adrien feel better and honestly, it’s no wonder. 

(“I wish you said something earlier,” Adrien finally says, and he’s rubbing his neck and chuckling and trying to keep the situation light. “I feel like a bit of an idiot.)

Because Marinette let the secret go on for too long, and surely finding out a cherished present wasn’t actually from his dad after all this time believing that it was… it must have hurt. It must have hurt ten times worse than if Marinette would have just told him the truth, though surely that would make her look like an opportunist more than anything. She didn’t want to come off as selfishly wanting his attention. Marinette was stuck, honestly. She didn’t know if there was a right way to have gone about that situation. So she says the only thing she can.

“I’m sorry.”

And offers the only thing she can think of.

“I-I can take the scarf back, if you want.”

Now Adrien feels bad, because he really wants to keep it. He wants to look at the scarf and think, ‘my friend made this for me, she took time and care to knit this with me in mind.’ But instead, all he can see is Gabriel Agreste’s stern face, and all he can think when he sees the baby blue fabric is that his own dad didn’t even bother buying one of those lame pens for his birthday this time. 

Tentatively, he hands the scarf back to her.

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~Thank you to @dolphingoddess81, @ineedthesons, and @ilikechocolatemilkh for the help. @come-join-themurder This enough smut for ya?~

Reader’s POV

I wasn’t a stranger to violence with being the niece to a Son of Anarchy and the daughter of a drug addict, it always seemed to follow. My uncle Tig had done his best to take care of me when my mom was bad. He helped me get through high school and then once I graduated I got a job at TM. Even though I wasn’t a son, I was family, and they let me live in a dorm in the clubhouse for free.

Everything was fine until two weeks ago. One of those crazy fucking Calaveras broke into the club house. I had been in my room taking a nap when I heard yelling from the front of the clubhouse. It didn’t sound like any of the Sons so I slowly made my way down the hallway and peeked into the main part to find the guy pointing a gun at Uncle Tig and Happy.

I knew I had to do something so I made it back to my room and grabbed the gun Uncle Tig had given me. I quietly made my way back up the hallway and made sure the man couldn’t see me. He was talking about how he was going to kill one of them and take the other. I slowly turned the safety off and when I knew he was completely focused on them, I unloaded the entire clip into his back. The guy’s body fell to the floor and my hands shook slightly.

Uncle Tig and Happy came over to me but I was just staring at the body. My mind was trying to process what I just did as Uncle Tig was talking to me. Happy took the gun out of my hand and Uncle Tig made me look at him.

“You did good, Doll. We have to clean this mess up now. Go back to your room and relax, okay?” He spoke to me slowly like I was a child and I nodded. I took in a deep and shaky breath and went back to my room.

That was two weeks ago and I was still waking up, gasping for air, from the nightmares I’ve been having. I had barely gotten 7 hours of sleep since it happened. I sighed and put my head in my hands. Fuck, I need a goddamn drink. I threw the blankets off of me and got out of bed. I was wearing a TM shirt and some PJ shorts, so I shivered slightly as the wind hit my body.

There had been a SAMCRO party tonight so when everyone started passing out drunk, I went to sleep that only lasted an hour. Now I was trying to make my way over the bodies of croweaters and sons and get to the bar. I poured myself some whiskey and leaned against the counter.

“Shouldn’t you be asleep?” A voice rasped from the doorway. I jumped and spilled some of the whiskey on my shirt.

“Shit! What the hell are you doing up here? Shouldn’t you be in the back getting sucked off by a croweater.” I glared at Happy. He smirked at me and shrugged. I rolled my eyes as I knew that would be the best I was going to get. “I couldn’t sleep.” I answered his earlier question.

He came over to me and set the glass down on the counter. I looked up at him confused as he just stared at me. It was awkward and I wanted to look away but something in me wouldn’t let me. He reached his hand up and lightly cupped the side of my face. His thumb brushed the underside of my eye softly.

“Nightmares?” He asked simply. I couldn’t lie to him so I just nodded my head. He looked around the room to make sure everyone was asleep still and then he looked back at me. He took his hand away.

“I had them after my first time too.” He told me.

“After your first kill?” I asked and he nodded. “When will it go away?”

“Depends, mine went away after I got used to killing.” He shrugged. I let out a scoff.

“Thanks, Hap very helpful. I’ll just go out and slaughter 10 more people.” I said sarcastically and he gave me an amused look.

“Want help?” He asked and chuckled as I playfully hit him.

“I’m serious Hap. I’ve only gotten 7 hours of sleep in the past two weeks.” I told him.

“Don’t drink or take pills to try and sleep. I don’t need you getting addicted.” Hap said.

“Fine, give me something useful and I won’t.” I told him. He pulled something out of his back pocket and handed it to me. I took it and smiled as I realized it was chocolate.

“My ma used to give me chocolate before bed if I had a nightmare the night before.” He told me.

“Thanks, Happy.” I kissed his cheek softly.

“Yeah, go attempt to get some sleep, little girl.” He nodded towards the dorms. I giggled and headed back to my room. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to sleep tonight so I turned on the tv and watched it until it was time to work. Besides for yawning so much I thought my jaw was going to pop off, nothing unusual happened. That night the clubhouse was quiet and I headed to bed at a semi-decent time.

I broke off a piece of chocolate from the bar that Happy gave me and ate it. I changed into Pjs and got into bed. I closed my eyes and passed out quickly. The chocolate failed and this time when I woke up I wasn’t gasping for air, I was screaming. Not too loud to wake up the whole clubhouse but loud enough that anyone outside of my door would of heard me. Which was why when my door opened and someone came over to me, I wasn’t that surprised. When they reached me I had managed to stop screaming but I had moved into sobbing so hard I couldn’t breath.

The person sat on my bed and pulled me into their arms. They rocked me softly and stroked my hair until I calmed down. I didn’t know who it was yet but I was thankful they came in. My body relaxed into them as I finally managed to stop crying. I looked up at them and was surprised to find that it was Happy who had come to comfort me.

“Hap?” I asked. He grunted in response. “Can… will you… stay in here with me please?” He looked at me and nodded after a minute. He set me down and went to close the door. I was still shaking slightly and got back underneath the covers.

“Do you mind?” Happy asked gesturing to his clothes.

“No I’ve seen you shirtless before Hap.” I said. He smirked and rolled his eyes at my answer. He took off his t-shirt and his jeans which made me swallow a little but I made sure that didn’t show. He got in on the other side of the bed. I looked over at him, he sighed and put his arm up and nodded. I cuddled into his side and laid my head on his chest. He wrapped his arm around me and traced light circles over my arm with with fingers. Between that and listening to his heartbeat, I feel asleep quickly again.

I woke up the next morning to my pillow snoring. I opened my eyes confused and saw a bare chest under my head. I lifted my head off of it and looked up to find Happy. Everything came back to me. I smiled at Happy and tried to get up but his arm was wrapped around my tightly. His hand had also somehow snaked it’s way under my shirt during the night and he had a firm grip on my stomach. I glared up at him as I gave up on trying to get out of his grasp.

“Hap. Hap!” I said while poking him in the stomach. He stirred slightly but didn’t wake up. “Hap!” I said again and then squealed as he rolled on top of me, still asleep. Well most of him anyways, something else was wide awake and he groaned as it pressed against me.  I freaked out and punched him in the shoulder. “Hap!”

This time he woke up with a growl. His hand that wasn’t in my shirt grabbed my hand that hit his shoulder. I stayed still as his eyes opened and he seemed to realize what happened. He let go of my hand and jumped off of me fast.

“Sorry.” He said. I sighed and sat up.

“It’s okay. I freaked out when you rolled on top of me. Thought your fat ass was going to crush me.” I joked and he chuckled.

“Thanks…” He rolled his eyes at me. I smiled.

“Thanks for last night.” I said softly and he nodded. He grabbed his clothes and started putting them on. Once he was finished he turned to leave. “Hap!” He turned to me.

“Yeah?” He asked.

“Can you…” I started and coughed embarrassed. “Can you stay again tonight?” I finally managed. He nodded and left. I smiled and got ready for the day feeling refreshed for the first time in a while.

~

Happy and I developed a pattern.Every night Happy comes into my room once everyone is asleep and leaves before everyone wakes up. It has been two months since we’ve started this and while Happy chased away the nightmares, he also brought on a plague of making me so horny that I was seriously considering jumping him. Every fucking morning either his morning wood is pressed into me or his hand is groping my body.

I don’t want to bring it up because I don’t want him to stop staying. I’ve slept better in the past two months then I have my whole life. I wanted Happy badly though. Maybe instead of saying anything, I should test the waters out a bit. I smirked as I thought of what I could do. The dorm was slightly hot and that could work in my favor.

A knock came on the door before it opened and Happy walked in. As soon as he walked in, he began to strip and as I was watching him, I decided to go for it. I moved up into a sitting position and pulled my tank top off. I had my bra on still but Happy’s eyes got wide as I took off the tank.

“What are you doing?” He asked. His voice seemed slightly lower.

“It’s hot.” I shrugged. He nodded and got into bed beside me. I turned on my side and patted my hip. He sighed and wrapped an arm around me while pulling me against his chest.

“Those fucking metal things on your bra are digging into my chest.” He grumbled after a couple minutes. I smirked and looked back at him.

“You want me to take it off, Hap?” I asked in a playful voice and he glared at me.

“Go to sleep little girl.” He said and cuddled into me more. I laid my head back down. The front of his pants were pressed into my ass now. I smirked and moved like I was trying to get comfy while pressing my ass right into his cock. I heard him growl slightly. I pretended like I didn’t notice and moved again, grinding my ass into his cock. His hand grabbed my hip so hard that I thought he was going to break it. “Don’t move again little girl.” He growled in my ear, causing my pussy to soak my panties.

“Why? You like that Happy?” I said referring to the erection I could feel pressed against my ass now. He gripped my hip harder, if that was possible. and I let out a little hiss of pain.

“You don’t want me to like it.” Happy growled again. I bit back a moan and looked back at him. Our faces were so close that his nose was touching mine.

“Yes I do.” I looked him dead in the eyes as I said that and took his hand on my hip. I moved it to my pussy so he could feel that my shorts were even soaked. His eyes closed as he felt how wet I was and his breathing was heavy. “I need you.” When I said this, it was like something snapped in him.

He growled and shoved his fingers hard against my covered pussy. I moaned as he ground his cock against my ass. He bit my earlobe and I let out a gasp. He moved down to my neck and kissed and sucked on it. He took his hand away from my pussy and yanked down my shorts. He slapped my ass hard and I moaned loudly. He lifted my leg over his as he continued to rub his cock against my ass. He ghosted his fingers over ,my pussy and lightly circled my clit. He slammed two fingers into my pussy and started pumping in and out.

“Fuck! Happy!” I moaned loudly. He growled and bit my neck and then kissed up to my ear.

“Quiet little girl.” He chuckled in my ear. “Unless you want your Uncle to come in here.” He speed up his fingers and I moaned louder. “You want him to catch you with the killer, little girl?”

“Mmmmm Happy, please!” I begged not really sure what I wanted.

“What do you want, little girl.” His fingers moved harder and faster. “Use your words baby.”

“I… I want…” I moan loudly as he moved his fingers faster. “Fuck! I want your cock!” I practically yelled. He pulled away and tore my shorts off of me. He took off his boxers and looked over my body.

“Fuck! Take off your bra, little girl.”  He ordered. I took it off and laid back down. “Who’s are you?”

“What?” I asked, surprised. He grabbed my legs and pulled me down the bed to him. He pulled my legs apart and smacked my pussy hard. My hips bucked hard and he smirked.

“Who’s are you, little girl?” He growled.

“I’m yours!” I moaned. He flipped me over so my back was facing him. He tucked my knees under me and slightly to the side so I was spread out for him. He smacked my ass again and I moaned loudly. He leaned down and kissed my back softly. He put one hand where he kissed and pressed down lightly and put his other hand on the side of my head with my face towards the side. His hand slid off my back and he took his cock and pushed his cock into my entrance. When he pushed slightly into me, he put his hand back on the spot on my back.

He used all his force to thrust into me. Pushing me right into the mattress. My mouth opened wide as he began to pound me into the mattress. He pushed my head and back down as he kept thrusting long, hard strokes into me. He used the angle I was at to thrust deeply into me, hitting my g spot everytime. His balls and hips were bouncing off my ass as he thrusted. I gripped the bed and my moans turned into gasps and screams as he pounded the fuck out of me.

The bed creaked and groaned under us and slammed into the wall over and over again. Happy was grunting and his hand was bruising my back. My nails were ripping holes into my sheets as I pulled downward on them.

“Fuck! God Happy, I’m fuck!” I screamed out. He growled and moved faster. I came hard not long after that. He thrusted in deep and came hard. Our bodies shook hard as we settled down. He pulled out of me and lightly pulled his hands off. He placed kisses down my back and softly rubbed my sides. I smiled and yawned. He lightly pulled my legs out from under me and laid down on the bed beside me. He pulled me to him and cuddle against me.

“Don’t forget that you’re mine.” He said. I turned around and faced him. He looked down at me and I kissed him. He kissed back and I cupped his cheek. He smiled against my lips.

“You’re mine too.” I told him.

“I can live with that, little girl.” He told me with a smirk.


~Tagging all my Happy babes

@sarcastic-lunatic, @redwoodog, @soafanficluvr1, @fortheloveofthesoa, @one-charming-life, @khyharah, @samcrolivesforever, @calumonoxide, @chaosmieu, @thegoodthebadandtheempty, @soaoriginal, @jade770, @supernaturalanarchy, @im-gay-for-chibbs-juiceyandtiggy

“Was that supposed to change my mind? It didn’t.”

“Nice try. I will commend you on that as condescendingly as I can.”

“You seemed so sure this was going to work, but I have a little doubt lingering, mostly about…that.”

“Do you pester everyone or am I just your special target?”

“Personally, I enjoy a little bit of flashiness when I use my magic. That, however, was just you trying to get us caught.”

“I regret every decision I’ve ever made that leads up to meeting you all. Is it so hard to take your shoes off after in the entryway?”

Evan Peters- Liar

Word Count: 2035

Warning: heart break, cussing, and my weird writing.

A/N: I don’t really watch Evan Peters interviews and such , so I’m sorry if this isn’t the way he’ll act.
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Flashback
Calm down Y/N. You’ll be okay. You are gonna live your dream! He’ll be happy. You’ll come back. At least you’re at home and no-

I snapped out of thought when Evan tapped my shoulder.

“Are you okay babe?” Evan said to me

I looked at him and gave a light smile.

“Of course I am!” I said

“You looked scared.” He said with a frown, “Are you sure?”

“A little bit. I’m just have to tell you something.” I said putting my head down.

He grabbed my hands, “You can tell me anything and you know that.”

“Okay…” I took a deep breath, “I got the job I wanted.”

I looked up to see him smiling.

“That’s great ne-” I cut Evan off.

“It’s in England.” I said looking down.

He tried to speak words, but nothing came out.

“I’m sorry Evan…” I said on the verge of tears.

“Hey…” he said quietly, “Don’t cry. We’ll see each other soon. I can visit.” He said lifting my face up with a finger. He kissed me lightly.

“It’ll be alright…”

END OF THE FUCKING FLASHBACK BITCHES

“It’ll be alright” was the only thing floating through my mind.

“Liar…” I said as I looked at the photo.

It was him and his co-worker, Emma, kissing.

“THAT FUCKING LIAR!” I screamed as I flung a paint brush across the room.

How could he. How could he do that to me. I thought he was the one! The one who wouldn’t hurt me.

I’m wrong.

I grabbed a canvas out of a box and painted my heart out.

All I could do was paint. All I could think of was the hurt and pain running through me.

I was crying as I painted. All the colors I used expressed my emotions. Each brush stroke expressed my pain. How they were shades of blue and maroon with rough and jagged strokes.
(A/N: I think that expresses sadness and anger.)

In the end it was an abstract painting of a girl  on her knees crying, ripping her chest open to reveal her broken heart. Her head was tilted back and her long hair was so jagged, but it flowed down.

I smiled weakly as I signed my name. I felt a bit better, but a hole was still in my chest. I felt nothing there. Where is used to feel a pulse. Now I feel nothing there. It hurt.

I checked the time.
3:00 am.
(A/N: I don’t know how to convert it.)

I just took off my clothes and slept. I was drained emotionally and physically.

-Le Next Day-

I woke up with a knock on my apartment, or flat is what they say here, door.

I got up an-

“I’m leaving today!” I said

FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!!

I ran to a suitcase and grabbed a shirt and sweats. I got in the restroom and did stuff.

Someone was knocking.

“THE DOOR!” I yelled with my toothbrush in my mouth. I ran to it and opened it.

“Ms. Y/L/N your ride is ready to leave.” The man said in a very thick British accent, that sounded a bit like Matthew Lewis.

“I will be down in three minutes.” I said trying to smile with a toothbrush in my mouth.

“Will you need help?” The man said.

“Yes please, but not my green bag.” I said calmly.

“Yes ma'am.” He said with a smile.

I went back to the restroom and rinsed my mouth. I packed up my toiletries, and started to think.

Where am I going to stay? I’m not going back home. I need a plan.

Maybe Y/F/N will be able to let me stay at their place.

Or you can confront him!

No little voice. I will not confront that asshole.

Fine! Suit yourself.

I’m going crazy aren’t I?

Yes. You are talking to yourself.

Maybe that little voice is right. Maybe I should talk to him. Maybe it wasn’t what I thought of. Also that I need to get checked for any mental disorders.

“Ma'am. The car is ready and so are your luggage.” The man said.

I snapped my head to him.

“Thank you.” I smiled at him politely, “I will be out.”

He nodded and left.

Time to stop thinking and relax for an hours now.

-Time Skip brought by Jimmy Dean-

So that was a lie about not thinking. I thought a lot.

About life decisions and a lot about Evan.

Was he worth my tears?

I shook the thought of my head.

WAIT!

Who’s picking me up?

I got my carry on from the over head compartment, and exited the plane wearily. I went to baggage claim and got my bags. The others are going to be shipped to my house. Well our house.

I sighed I turned my phone on. Should of down that earlier. Whelp!

It took a couple minutes for it to turn on, but soon all the notifications came in.

Twitter.

Instagram.

Facebook.

One from MySpace.

19 missed phone calls and 20 messages from him.

I texted F/N to pick me up. Even if Evan came I won’t go with that asshat.

She said she’ll be there in 46 minutes because she lived close by and no traffic.

I went to sit and relaxed.

I went to my texts and said, “We are over. Don’t look for me. Don’t speak to me. We are over.”

My fingers hovered over the send button. I breathed in and hit send. It’s over. Time down the drain.
(A/N: Even my heart is hurting writing this.)

I stare at my phone noticing all these notifications. Mostly Twitter, so my curious mind decided to check.

So many people were bashing Evans and Emma. Whelp. Serves them right.

Some people say I deserved it and they saw it coming. Those soggy ass waffles.

I decided to respond.

“If I couldn’t see it coming then… How would you?” I tweeted.
(A/N: Cringe)

I turned off all notifications except my essentials. Messaging and phone calls. I just muted Evan. Simple.

Break down again! It’s healthy.

Not this again.

You made me up. This is you. I’m telling you what you tell your friends. You even say it’s good advice, so why not take it.

Because I don’t want to cry anymore!

I said to the little voice with an annoyed expression.

I got my earbuds out and decided to try and relax.

I put my Spotify songs on shuffle and let relaxation take over me.

I got troubled thoughts
And the self-esteem to match

Great.” I mumbled to myself taking a deep breath.

What a catch, what a catch
Whoa
You’ll never catch us
So just let me be
Said I’ll be fine
‘Till the hospital or American Embassy
Miss Flack said I still want you back
Yeah, Miss Flack said I still want you back
I got troubled thoughts
And the self-esteem to match
What a catch, what a catch
And all I can think of
Is the way I’m the one
Who charmed the one
Who gave up on you
Who gave up on you
They say the captain
Goes down with the ship
So, when the world ends
Will God go down with it?
Miss Flack said I still want you back
Yeah, Miss Flack said I still want you back
I got troubled thoughts
And the self-esteem to match
What a catch, what a catch
And all I can think of
Is the way I’m the one
Who charmed the one
Who gave up on you
Who gave up on you
What a catch
What a catch
What a catch
What a catch
I will never end up like him
Behind my back, I already am
Keep a calendar
This way you will always know
I got troubled thoughts
And the self-esteem to match
What a catch, what a catch
And all I can think of
Is the way I’m the one
Who charmed the one
Who gave up on you
Who gave up on you
Where is your boy tonight?
I hope he is a gentleman
Maybe he won’t find out what I know
You were the last good thing
We’re going down, down in an earlier round
And sugar, we’re goin’ down swinging
Dance, dance, we’re falling apart to halftime
Dance, dance, and these are the lives you’d love to lead
Dance, this is the way they’d love
If they knew how misery loved me
This ain’t a scene, it’s a goddamn arms race
This ain’t a scene, it’s a goddamn arms race
One night and one more time
Thanks for the memories
Even though they weren’t so great
He tastes like you, only sweeter
Growing up, growing up
I got troubled thoughts
And the self-esteem to match
What a catch, what a catch

I remained at the airport till my friend picked me up. I trusted them with my life, and sometimes I shouldn’t.

They took me in and they gave me everything I needed. They were great, but what lingered on my mind was.

Evan…

-Time Skip: A week-

I opened the door and saw him. Why is he here!? I was about to close it, but he put his foot in the way.

“Y/N. Hear me out.”  I heard her voice say softly.

I nodded slowly unsure of what to say because if I did this would be a shit show.

“The article isn’t true.” He said to me, “We were going out to lunch together after a shoot with the cast. I was whispering something in her ear because I didn’t want others to hear, of course. They photoshopped to make us look like we were kissing. I swear. I would never hurt you. You make me so happy! You make me the happiest man!” He used small hand gestures. I looked in her eyes to see if he was lying, but he wasn’t, “I love everything about you. From how your hair smells to how sweet you are! I would never ever hurt you like this. I promised you.” He said with his voice cracking in the end.

“You really didn’t do any of it?” I said quietly.

He lightly grabbed my face.

I hesitated, but I grabbed one of his hands lightly.

“I would never lie to you for something this huge. Without you I don’t feel whole. I don’t feel me without knowing I can’t protect you. It hurts knowing I hurt you. It even hurts going home because I know you aren’t there.” He said looking me in the eye.

He really wasn’t lying.

You miss him. Go to him.

At this moment I didn’t hate this voice. It was right.

“I love you.” I said hugging him.

He hugged back almost instantly.

I pulled back and dragged him into the house.

Then I started thinking as I locked the door.

I turned back to him.

“What did you say to her?” I said to him.

He blushed.

Now it was his turn. He hesitated.

“I told her that I-I wa-wanted to m-marry you.” He said very nervously.

My eyes widened, but I smiled.

“You want to marry me?” I said sheepishly with a blush evident on my face.

“I still do.” He said confidently.

“Is that offer still up?” I said rubbing my arm.

I just got him back and I’m asking him to basically marry me.

He smiled widely and got down on one knee.

“Will you Y/N Y/L/N become my partner-in-crime for life, even in the afterlife?” He said pulling a a black box out with a beautiful ring inside.
(A/N: Imagine the ring because I don’t know your style at all.)

“Yes!” I said jumping on him.

I smashed my lips on him and he smiled into it. This kiss was a kiss that made up all the lost time.

He was my world. He made me so happy. His personality made me smile, and his looks made me smirk.

He was mine and I love him.
———-
A/N:
The next part will involve some naughty things.

A Fight

You walked into the Batcave as always, holding a med-kit and excited to saw him after being separated for a few hours as always. You did everything as you always do with a happy smile on your face that would always bring him to smile even if he’s still in his cowl.

There you have it, your husbandwith a boy? That boy looks like him when he was little but the difference was he has a pair of beautiful emerald eyes.

“Hey, Bruce, a new guy I see?” You asked, walking towards them smile still on your face.

A smile that you didn’t know will fall when he opened his mouth to talk. But instead of him, it was the boy who opened his mouth.

“Damian Al-Ghul, you may call me Damian Wayne from now on.” He said politely.

But what he said next dropped your heart, shattering it to pieces.

“His blood-son, and you are?”

Your eyes widened, what was that supposed to mean? Did.. Did Bruce cheat on you? No, he would never do that… Wouldn’t he? He’s a playboy, after all, no he was a playboy he has you now. But he has that thing that will always make a girl swing and there is a lot of prettier girl outside. Your mind got clouded with every possibility you could think of, every ifs and but and it wasn’t a positive one either.

“I’m sorry?”

“You heard me, now answer my question.” The boy that you know his name is Damian demanded. You were trying to process what he said, what he told you.

“I - I’m his maid..” You mumbled trying to cover your wedding ring by hiding your hand behind your back, “…Yeah! I’m his maid! Nice to meet you, Master Damian.”

Lie. Wrong. You’re his wife, one and only. The one who he always cherished the most, the one who he always loved, the one who made him happy, the one who always there when he needed help. You’re his everything.

“You’re not my maid (Y/N).” Bruce chimed in, removing his cowl so you can see his face. “You’re--

“Then who the fuck am I, Bruce?!” You exclaimed cutting him off, your mind was clouded you couldn’t take it anymore. He cheated on you and brought his son to you, you always wanted one of your own but he said not now.

He said not now, it made you sad. But you pulled through and managed to say ‘Okay. I’ll wait until you’re ready.’ but now, he brought a boy and the boy is his son.

“You’re my wife for god sake!” He screamed at you, you flinched at his harsh tone but still stayed strong. Trying not to cry was hard but you knew you can’t just give up. “God just let me explain!” He continued not dropping his harsh tone, not even a bit.

You understood he was tired, you knew he needed to rest, you knew he has his reason. But you just couldn’t bear to hear it, you couldn’t bear to hear another word from him. The pain already got into your mind making it hard to think rationally.

“What do you want me to hear Bruce!?”

He walked towards you as soon as you finished talking, towering you. He used his intimidating stare towards you, but you still won’t move. No, you’re not scared.

“Just shut up! Stop being so sensitive and hear me out!” He blurted out without thinking.

That’s it, you broke down. But no tears were spilled nothing came out from your eyes, his words hurt you deeply. He never acts like this towards you no matter how mad he is. Bruce, on the other hand, seemed just realized what he has done to you.

“I’m sorry.” He apologized.

You shook your head, shoving the med-kit to him before turning around to leave the cave. He reached to grab your hand but you swiftly moved it away. You need to clear your head. You know you were wrong for not wanting to hear him out, but you also need this. You need to take a walk to cool your mind and your heart.

You bought a cup of hot cocoa, to help you clear your mind. Gotham was rather cold at night and you mentally scolded yourself for not bringing a coat since you were too caught up with your pain.

A sigh of relief left your lips as you took a sip of it, chocolate always calms you down. You sat down on a nearby bench, fiddling with your wedding ring.

“Should I go back and apologize?” You whispered to yourself, looking at the ring. Reaching your hand up as if you were about to grab the moon as the other held the cup.

Finally, a tear rolled down your cheek, then you cried your eyes out. Covering your mouth with a hand to muffle your sobs as you looked up to the night sky, it was beautiful a dozen of stars decorating the sky above you. You wanted to adore them but it just hurt so much. It hurts like a bitch, but you do realize it wasn’t his fault. If it was he would never bring his son back home to show you.

You made up your mind, you’ll come back home and talk this through like adults should. Before you could go far from your place a hand grabbed you, your cup fell and spilled all over the ground. The smell of alcohol filled up your nostrils, making you gag. You’ve never liked alcohol.

You turned around to see 3 thugs, they were wasted.

“What a pretty gal like you do at a beautiful night like this?” A guy said as the rest walked towards you to surround you.

“Oh did you cried? Did your boyfriend dumped you?” Another guy chimed in from your right.

“Let her go.” A gruff voice that you knew and love the most interrupted them before things go any further.

All of them looked towards your husband, instead of running for their pathetic lives they brought out a knife, the one that holds you pulled you closer and pointed the knife at you. Making you roll your eyes at them. Even though they couldn’t see it.

“If you move, she’ll die.” The thug said smugly. Ugh, he reeks of alcohol.

Your patience ran out, you elbowed his face and kicked him in the nuts emitting a scream of pain and agony left his filthy lips. He stumbled and fell onto the cold ground clutching his crotch.

“Bitch!” He cried out, you smacked his head onto the ground not too hard. But enough to make him pass out.

A grunt and groan were heard from behind you, then they stopped. Turning around only to see Batman standing between the unconscious thugs. Leaving you and him alone.

You stared at him and so did he, an awkward silence filled the air around you and him, you were just made up your mind to apologize. 'It wasn’t the time to chicken out!’ You mentally encouraged yourself.

“Bruce I” He cut you off by pulling you into his chest, covering you with his cape. He shook his head slowly.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.” He whispered into your ear in his regular voice.

“And I’m sorry. I should’ve listened to your explanation first before jumping into a conclusion.” You whispered back.

Realization hit you and him, laughing you pulled away from his hug hands still on his chest.

“I acted like a damn teenager.”

“And looks like one too.” He added, making you sent a playful glare at him.

“Let’s go back, you got a lot of explaining to do Batman.”

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STEREK AU: With things in Beacon Hills being tough lately, Derek decides to take Stiles’ mind off events and enlists Braeden to help in setting up the perfect date for Stiles. Unfortunately, much to Derek’s dismay, Stiles shows up earlier than planned and spoils the surprise.

“Derek are you kidding me? No wait, I’ll walk outside and walk back in again and pretend to look surprised.”

“Stiles.”

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Peter Parker (Marvel):

Part 1

Summary: Peter and Y/N meet again and somehow end up crossing the line accidently, even tough they partly tried sticking to Tony’s rules.

A/N: I know, I know. I should be writing the requests first… but I’m having major Peter Parker feels at the moment. So, I wrote a second part. Sorry!

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I looked at my door instinctively after waking up to a knock. I saw Spiderman, like so often in the middle of the night. Sighing, I stood up and opened the door for him as he took off his mask.

“Again, Peter?”, I sighed as he entered my room the bruises still visible on his face as well as his black eye.
“No, I’m not hurt. Well, at least i didn’t get into a fight this time….”, he laughed softly, a hand running through his messy hair before he gave me one of his loving hugs.

“Mr. Stark said that hanging out is fine.”, he explained, reaviling a backpack filled with his comfy clothes. “If it’s fine with you?”

“Of course it is.”, I chuckled and playfully hit his chest. A huge smile formed on my lips as he pressed the metal spider on his chest that hid his godlike body from me.

I blushed and quickly turned around, snuggling back into my bed, covering myself with my blanket and I couldn’t help but staring at his bare back while he changed his clothes. He turned around, gave me a cheeky smile and came over to my bed after putting on a dark blue shirt.

“Scoot!”, he chuckled and I did, giving him enough space to sit beside me. He sat down right next to the edge of the bed, his back leaning against the bed headboard.
There was so much space between us, which was somehow challenging me to close the space. But maybe my dad was right, I shouldn’t fall in love with Peter. But maybe I already have. I mean, how could I only resist him? Impossible.

His brown eyes softly stared down at me and his lips were formed into a little smile as he watched me snuggling deeper into my pillow. “You’re not very talkative tonight, are you?”, he asked and I shrugged, before I sat up, as well.
“Just tired.”, I mumbled, my head banging against the wall as it fell back.

He chuckled and started rambling on about school and how he had so much homework but so less time. He was under so much pressure, not only ordinary life pressure but also his superhero life was putting a lot of weight on his shoulders.

I sat there, my bare legs close to my chest and my head laying on my knees, as I listened to him.

“Why are you only wearing your father’s shirt when you go to sleep? Are you trying to tease me?”, he laughed softly, leaning in closer to me. I only shook my head, laughing and responded, “No, it’s just comfy.”

“It’s killing me.”, he admitted, “I’d rather see you in only my shirt though.” His words made my heart stop and I only looked away, avoiding eye contact while I was trying to find some words. My mind was blank and it made me even more nervous, but I managed to say the first words that came into my head, “Maybe you should take off your shirt then.”

My lips formed to a flirty smile while I tried to hide my nervousness and now it was his turn to stutter over some words.

“I’m pretty sure it’s against the rules.”, he tilted his head, a cheeky smile on his lips.
“So, you care about the rules?”, I wanted to know, giving him a cocky smile and nuging him.

A low chuckle escaped his lips, “Tony would kill me…”

“Yeah, probably…”, I nodded, thinking about it again: Why did I care so much about my father’s rules? This was my life, I could decide wether I want Peter to be my boyfriend or not.

“I’m… cold.”, I started quietly, getting Peter’s attention in a millisecond. He just looked at me, an inner battle being visible in his eyes.

“This time it’s me who needs cuddles.”, I smiled innocently and Peter chuckled, looking to the side to avoid eye contact.
“I don’t know if cuddling is allowed.”, he sighed and deeply inside I wished that he didn’t care about my father’s rules so much.
“Technically… it’s just, uh, a long hug.”, I mumbled, grinning before Peter approached me slowly.

“Yeah, you’re right. Besides I’m saving your life… I keep you safe from the terrible power of the freezing air.”, he said dramatically and I nodded vigorously, showing my agreement.

We laid down on our shoulders, facing each other and his hands pulling me closer to his body. Our foreheads leaned against each others and he closed his eyes before Sighing. “You shouldn’t fall asleep this time.”, I reminded him and he nodded tiredly. “I’m just… enjoying the moment.”, he breathed against my lips, my heart racing in my chest.

I couldn’t help it. I had to kiss him.

And so I did. I just leaned forward, pressing my lips onto his softly and he hummed in surprise. As my hands slowly reached up to his face his lips started to move against mine and all I remember is my mind going mushy while his intoxicating scent surrounded me.

“You kissed me!”, he stated, as he pulled back, his lips only a centimeter away from mine. After that a huge smile appeared on his face and he looked at me with so much love in his eyes that I found myself falling in love with him even more. “Yeah, I did.”, I only mumbled before his lips met mine again.

This kiss was filled with so much passion. He turned us, hovering above me as he tilted his head. While he propped himself up with his fore arms which were right next to my face my hands wandered up to his hair, my fingers wandering through his brown curls. Heavy breathing filled the air while our make out session continued and it didn’t seem to stop. His tounge traced over my upper lip before I parted my lips even more and our tounges touched, sending shivers down my spine and all the blood to my face.
I heard him moaning into the kiss when I tugged at some strands before my hands started to run down over his back and then over his sides to his abs. My fingers tugged at the hem of his shirt before they went over his stomach and then again up over his back, his hot skin warming me up.

Laying on my bed, Peter above me and snogging him was like a dream to me and I couldn’t believe that it was happening.

“Wait.”, I interrupted, Peter looking at me with a sad expression, probably expecting a rejection. “Is this really happening?”, I continued and Peter chuckled, his head falling on my shoulder. “This question is in my head since I first saw you.”

“You are such a romantic.”, I  chuckled before I felt his head move next to me, snuggling his face into the crook of my neck before starting to pepper it with a lot of sweet kisses.

“Maybe I am.”, he only said between a few kisses and after I turned my head away to give him more space, I clearly felt that typical smile on his face.

His kisses got wetter and while I found myself getting weaker and weaker every second, I tried to suppress a moan. But I failed horribly as he sucked on a spot right under my ear. After a small moan escaped my lips, I pushed him up slightly and looked at him with a serious expression. “I don’t need a hickey. My dad will kill you.”, I reminded him and he rolled his eyes.

He shifted, holding himself up with his right arm now and his left arm tracing down my side before stopping above my waist.
I stared into his eyes and I knew that I needed him, I knew that I loved him.

I wanted to tell him but all I did in this moment was grabbing his face to smash my lips onto his once again, not being able to think properly.

“You are kidding me, aren’t you?”, I heard my father’s voice, calm but strict, as the light turned on and I pushed Peter off of me.

“Dad, look, we…”, I started and of course, got interrupted. “There was a line, sweetheart. I thought it was pretty clear.”

“But we only crossed it accidently.”, Peter defended us but my dad only held his head after looking at him with a confused expression.

“At least you’re not wearing my shirt this time…”, my father sighed and I couldn’t help but laugh softly.

“Okay, Spiderboy, we’ll discuss this tomorrow.”, he mumbled, “I’m too tired now but watch your hands, kid. God, I don’t want to hear another sound…”

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Bad Habits || Jaebum

Originally posted by jjaenyoung

Reader (you) x Jaebum

Word Count: 1371

Warnings: mentions of blood

note: here’s the anticipated chapter 8 of bad habits! i hope everyone is having a good day! i haven’t slept in two days and i have no idea why but i’m running on coffee and it’s been lit (not really) if there’s a mistake in here, I’m sorry but my mind is like this atm; akjsdfkjdskjfdsgfhksk. anyways, happy reading and take care! -admin


The clouds were dark, creating a gloomy mood over the city. With my head rested on my hand, I watched the rain fall from the sky and hit the windows of the library. I should be focusing on my studies but, the weather outside made my mind doze off. With countless of things to catch up on, I regretted staying at the boys house for so long. However, the only reason why I stayed was because of one person; Jaebum. I truly believed that he had feelings for me and I was a fool for thinking that way. After seeing him with Aimee, I realized Jaebum would always and will remain as a liar. He may be a great leader but sometimes, he needs to keep his arrogance in check.

“Miss, the library is closing early today because of an event happening later on. Sorry for interrupting your work.” The lady said as she tapped my shoulder, snapping me back into reality.

“Oh, no problem.” I smiled at her. “I’ll leave.”

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Let’s eat

Summary: You have some hickeys from the morning but you have to go out eating with your boyfriend JB an the rest of the members.
Genre: Fluff
Length: 1k

This morning had been great. More than great actually. But the aftermath was a bit annoying to say the least. The purple marks all over your neck, trailing from your jaw to your collarbones were very visible. Too visible. They were deep red-purple and were scattered all over your skin.  “Shit! Babe, they don’t want to go away!” Your boyfriend walks in the door and places his chin on your shoulder with a smug grin.

 “I am sorry but also I’m really not.” You smile and push him away. He laughs after you as you walk out of the bathroom. You walk to the freezer and take out two icecubes and place them on your skin. The ice is so cold and immediately melts when it touches you. It isn’t a pleasant feeling but it had to be done. You had a pretty official dinner with his friends so you couldn’t just throw a sweater over top either. After a bit, you take the icecubes off. “And? How does it look?” Jaebum looks at you and then smirks.

“Still there. I think you might have made it worse.” “Don’t say that.” He walks over and pulls you close. “Why do you mind them so much anyway? They just show everyone that you are my girlfriend. Is that so bad?” You look up at him. “No, they show everyone that we had pretty rough sex this morning and I would rather not have all your friends know that.” He kisses your lips softly and then places a kiss on your nose.

“Well, you better hurry up then, because we only have 15 minutes left.” You look up at the clock. Oh shit! Running into the bathroom again, you take out your concealer and put on a thick layer. You could still see them, but it kinda helped hide the hickeys. You tug your dress down a bit, and look at yourself for the last time. “Okay,  let’s go.” you shout at JB, who is waiting at the door. As he grabs your hand and walks out, you sigh. Please, don’t let them see. 

The door of the restaurant opened for you and you walk in, hand in hand, and walk over to the table. It seemed you weren’t the last ones, wich was good. As your boyfriend was the leader of the group, it would be pretty inapropriate to be the last anyway. The two youngest boys, Yugyeom and BamBam were already nicely on time, sitting on their chairs impatiently waiting for the food. Also, Jinyoung and Jackson were there already. 

As you walk over to the table, JB squeezes your hand softly, making you relax just a little bit. You greet them with a bow and sit down on the chair JB had pulled out for you. They all look up at you but then look back to the menu. JB sits down next to you and rests his hand on your knee. After a second, a grin appears on Jackson’s face as he looks back at you. You sip from your glass as you read the menucard. 

“What seems tasty to you, Y/N?” Jackson’s voice breaks the silence. You look up at him, he still staring at you with a big grin. The rest of the table still reading the menucard. “I don’t really know yet.” “You know, JB doesn’t seem very hungry.” he says, making everyone now look up to turn to him. “I think he might have been eating something else earlier.” 

Your face flushes bright red at his words, and you look down at the menu, all the eyes on the table now turning to you and Jaebum. All of a sudden, BamBam gasps. “Y/N, what is that in your neck. Did you hurt yourself?” Yugyeom asks innocently, making you look up at him. “I’m fine, Yugyeom.” you say, your voice soft and hoarse. 

BamBam leans forward to take a closer look and then starts laughing. “Oh my God, JB. The poor girl.” Your face flushes even brighter red, making everyone except innocent Yugyeom laugh. Jinyoung, who is sitting to your right, throws his hand over your shoulder. “I feel bad for you.” he grins. You look down and hide your face in your menucard. JB just looks at you and smiles. He was clearly proud of his work, but you felt like dying. 

“Seems like she didn’t mind it though.” Jackson shouts out, making you look back up at him with wide eyes. Everyone is dying laughing, except for you and Yugyeom, who is still trying to figure out the source of everyone’s fun. BamBam leans over to him and whispers something is Yugyeom’s ear and the boy then starts blushing. “Doesn’t it hurt, Y/N?” he asks shyly. You shake your head, barely visible, and then look over at JB, who was enjoying your suffering. 

Now the restaurant door opens and Mark and Youngjae walk in, appologising and greeting everyone. Everyone is still laughing at you though. Mark bends down to kiss your cheek when he spots the purple marks on your skin. A huge smile appears on his face as he looks over at JB. “So, JB, how was your day?” JB looks up at him, still smiling. “It was pretty great actually.” You turn back around and stare into nothing, praying for some help.

As the waiter comes over, everyone sits back down and calms down, each ordering nicely. As soon as the waiter leaves, Jackson turns to you and grins widely. “Jaebum ordered the salmon, but only because you weren’t on the menu.” “Jackson!” you squeak, making everyone turn back at you and laugh. It was obvious you were never going to hear the end of it. JB squeezes your hand under the table, drawing a heart on the back of your hand. You know what? It was alright, because your boyfriend was right next to you.

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Drabble game request: Hoseok + The Neighbourhood - #icanteven | for anon

Character / Genre: Jung Hoseok x reader | smut, angst | 2,550 words


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Sometimes your artistic improvement is not only what your hands can do but also what your eye and mind can understand.

Few years ago I was looking at some works of my favourite artists and couldnt even comprehend how they are made. Colors, lightning, workflow - everything seemed so advance my mind was shutting off, just admiring the view but not understanding it.

Now - even if I’m not able to reach their skill or it would take me days - I can analyze and deconstruct all those “impossible” works. I can understand how they use light or color to achieve certain effects and file it for later use. 

Remember that your eyes and brain develop as well as your hand, sometimes at different speed. Looking and thinking about art has the same value as actually doing it. Have an artblock? Take some time to browse through your favourite works and instead of thinking how much you can’t do the same, try to understand how it’s done!

speaking of IKEA the rumours are true… i damn well thought it was all an exaggeration, some kind of hyperbolic meme but i swear to god it’s all true

when i was younger (like 12/13) my mum decided she wanted to get some furniture so she’s like we’ll go to IKEA, and i admit i was kinda curious so i went along with her. she drives us out of the city and into this vast parking lot and there in the middle of it is this windowless rectangle, like i’m talking it was massive man, reminded me of some huge temple to some unfeeling god… like i just got those chills, you know? something wasn’t right. i knew that whatever was in there would change me, that i could not gaze upon whatever was in that faceless bunker without the heavy weight of the knowledge weighing down on me for the rest of my life.

we go in and there’s like, this entrance hall, and nothing but a pair of escalators. both of them go down. i’m… really not sure about this at this point but my mum really wanted that easy to assemble yin-yang table or whatever so we descend. as we pass under the floor i’m… fucking blown away. i cannot adequately describe to you the vastness of this cavern. i couldn’t see the walls. you know when you take a boat out into the ocean and you go out far enough you can’t see land? well it was like that, but with endless kitchen displays and kitschy bedroom layouts. i was stunned. my mind was physically breaking trying to understand the size of this place and equate it to the building i had seen outside. i was gawking around so much that i nearly fell off the end of the escalator. just… fuck. i have never been in a man made structure that big since. i don’t even think that structure was man made. 

so we’re walking around and there are just these endless weaving paths through all the displays. they don’t just stick things on shelves here, they like, showcase them by building hundreds of mini living rooms and kitchens and stuff. it’s actually pretty cool, like, i can see why people spend thousands in this place. i no longer know where the escalators are and i’m not entirely sure which way is up but there are some cool fuzzy throw rugs i’d probably buy if i wasn’t like, 13. i come back around this kitchen display that i can see clearly to the other side of and my mum has just vanished. like i’m talking there’s no sign of her at all, even though there’s nothing she could have hidden behind and i’m reasonably sure i’d be able to see her if she was in the general area. she’s just nowhere to be found. i hang about for a bit but she doesn’t come back, and i’m now aware that exploration teams have probably died trying to locate the walls of this store so i’m starting to worry.

i get the bright idea to text her, and there’s no fucking phone signal. of course there’s not. i’m in a fucking leviathan of a basement located under the concrete and steel sarcophagus of whatever reptilian overlord ordered the construction of this place. by now i think i’ve just accepted my fate because i’m wandering around and i’m genuinely nervous at this point but i’m still stopping to look at little accessories for an office i don’t have, or mentally planning out my future kid’s room or whatever. i’m like “oh god i’m gonna die, i’m never gonna see my mum again– oh SHIT, that is a cute stuffed rat”. i’m just wandering around aimlessly, looking in vain for any landmarks, and suddenly i stumble across… a restaurant?

no word of a lie, hidden between displays and stacks of cushions is a restaurant. at first i’m so glad to see actual living people that i don’t realise what an odd location for a restaurant this is. i’m really fucking hungry now, too. i briefly consider what the ramifications of eating food in this realm might be but then i decide fuck it, these strangers are my people now, i’ve clearly been assimilated into the lost tribe of wandering IKEA visitors that i understand every one of these stores to have. i get some swedish meatballs because tradition seems to dictate that and i sit down and i eat my food and i watch as, every few minutes or so, another bewildered and ravenous traveller joins us. i’m sitting near where most people come in and i feel like the unofficial st peter of this place, greeting lost souls and easing their passing into their new life. i’m kind of growing shockingly used to my new fate. i’ve all but accepted it when my mum appears. she’s holding like, a million cushions, and says it’s time to go. she doesn’t seem worried in the slightest that she lost me for what i estimate to be around three days. maybe time works differently in different parts of the store. i get up and follow her and i realise i have not actually seen anywhere to purchase items from, but mum somehow has a receipt. whatever. i’ve stopped trying to make sense of things.

halfway through our trek it seems the place is closing for the day, or at least switching to night mode, where i assume a vast array of new temporal oddities are let lose on the unsuspecting public. employees appear from seemingly nowhere, standing at assigned areas and pointing in the direction of the next employee, who points at the next one, and so on and so forth until we’re somehow ascending the escalator (a different one? it must be, but i can’t see the other ones even from a height). there are suddenly loads of people, like the escalator is full and more are crowded at the bottom. i don’t know where they all came from. where i walked in IKEA, i walked alone.

when we get out of the building it’s night time, and mum’s talking about going back when she can borrow the bigger car because there’s some shelving she likes. i feel the building’s eyeless gaze on me as we approach the car, and i don’t look back.