started this months ago then forgot all about it

Oh my gosh! Ok so for about a month ago I wanted to try one of these things so I sketched it all out and thought that it was okay and all but then I started my challenge thing and completely forgot about it until today when I found the paper and finished everything! Yay! :3 (Sorry for killing your son Nekophy >w<’)

Anyway~
To the credits!

Normal Goth belongs to @nekophy

Normal Palette belongs to @angexci

Shopkeeper au by @pwnage101 (I’m so sorry I forgot ;-;)

And the song is “one more second” by Marcus & Martinus

Deaf!Dean Drabble 3

Thanks to @wanderingcas for all the help with this one! *blows a kiss*

Dean’s been in a mood all week. It started when a pop-up ad showed up on Sam’s laptop for the new Star Wars trailer. Dean and Cas had talked about going to see it together. But that was five months ago. Before the accident.

Despite the fact that he said he was fine, Cas could see the way that Dean was getting more and more upset as the week went on.

First Dean forgot to text, and instead dialed with the phone to his ear before he remembered–he sent everyone in his contact list a very inappropriate word.

Later in the week, when he’d walked up behind Dean and startled him, he’d pulled a gun on Cas.

And, when Cas finally suggests they go out to eat with Eileen and Sam, Dean actually sits down in a chair and sulks.

They were all little things. But, Cas knows that they are also big things to Dean.

Cas sighs, sitting down next to his husband, trying to find the words to say, the things to do to fix this. He knows Dean is hurting. And, he knows he is asking a lot for him to go out in public. Because, even if Dean doesn’t admit it, he gets easily embarrassed.

Cas pulls over one of the many notebooks they keep the bunker stocked with.

We don’t have to go, he writes. I just wanted to suggest something to help.

He puts the pen down and reaches over to grab Dean’s hand, but is met with air when it’s pulled away. His hand freezes, hurt painting his expression.

Dean grabs the pen, and writes forcefully: Do whatever the hell you want.

He stands, knocking over a chair in the process but doesn’t bother to fix it as he walks to his room.

Cas follows, vaguely aware of the fact that Sam and Eileen are in pursuit. He stops in Dean’s doorway, only to find Dean throwing a led Zeppelin tape onto the bed with a crestfallen look, headphones tumbling off to the side.

Cas’s chest hurt. It always hurts when Dean forgets.

Cas can see Eileen staring at him from the corner of his eye. It’s not the first time Dean’s gotten upset like this. Cas and Sam don’t have the heart to say very much. Usually Eileen doesn’t either. But, the second Cas’s eyes connect with Eileen’s, he can tell she has a lot she wants to say right now.

Suddenly, Cas feels a small hand press against his chest, nudging him back into the hallway.

Ok, out, she signs to Cas. I need to talk to Dean alone.

Cas’s mouth falls open a little in protest, but he’s met with a door shut in his face. He stares at it, eyes wide, completely taken by surprise.

Now Cas stares at the door to Dean’s room wondering what they’re saying on the other side of it.

“What do you think they’re talking about?” Cas asks Sam.

Sam shrugs. “Boys?” he says with a mischievous grin.

Cas bites back a smile, sitting on the ground with his back to the wall, waiting for the door to open. He fiddles with his wedding ring, thinking about the man he married, feeling his heart expand.

He wonders if Dean feels things have changed between them since the accident. He wonders if he’ll know how to help and be there for him now. And, sometimes, deep down and secretly, he has fears about losing Dean.

Cas twists his wedding ring harder, watching the skin on his finger pull a little with the friction.

I love you now. I love you forever—he recites the secret vows they said to each other on their wedding night since Dean didn’t want to say them in front of any of the other hunters that showed up to the ceremony.

I love you now. I love you forever, he thinks to the door.

Sam sits next to him, sending Cas a comforting look while they wait.

“It will be ok,” Sam says in sign language, comfortingly. Cas smiles at how much better Sam is at signing than Dean—His sweet, grumpy, beautiful, deaf husband who gets frustrated because he’s still in the re-learning stages of communication.

And Cas tries to mean it when he says “I know.”

The door opens and Eileen has a smug look on her face as Dean lets her shove his arms into a jacket.

“Let’s go,” she says to Sam and they walk to the car, Cas and Dean trailing after.

Before they go out to the garage, though, Dean grabs Cas’s hand, pulling him back to a stop, then kisses him lightly on the lips.

Cas furrows his eyebrows, grabbing a notebook and writes: What exactly did Eileen say to you?

Dean puts his hands in the air, then looks up at the ceiling as if trying to find the words to sign, then sighs, grabbing the notebook from Cas.

She called me an idiot, He writes. Said I needed to get my ass into gear and stop feeling sorry for myself.

Cas’s eyes widen in amusement before Dean starts writing again:

But then she told me you all loved me. Said it’s ok to be upset, but I shouldn’t stop living my life. And, Dean’s hands freeze for a second, a little emotion showing on his face before he finishes with: she reminded me of how lucky I am to have you.

Outside, the horn on the impala honks impatiently for Cas’s sake, but he ignores it.

Dean shuffles his foot against the floor sheepishly, before looking up again.

I am he writes, then pauses. I’m lucky to have you.

Cas smiles.

Me too, he signs to Dean, feeling relief flood through him.

They stare at each other until the horn goes off again, bringing Cas back to the present.

He leans forward and can see Eileen from the back seat of the impala, smiling in encouragement.

Cas tugs at Dean’s notebook, then writes: Want to go get some food?

Dean nods enthusiastically. Hell yeah, he writes. I’m starving.

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im finally playing this game and pit has such son status

Payback

Summary: your playing a horrible prank on Sebastian but it’s still the best day of his life.

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, two, maybe three curse words

A/n: I’m actually so scared about this one ! Tell me what you think ?😅

You sat in a high chair next to Chris and the interviewer in front of you. You talked about the latest marvel movie and how you hoped the people would like it.

The subject of the conversation however switched to your relationship with Sebastian.

He wasn’t there, had a spare hour which meant you could talk about him freely without him denying everything you said.

You had been together with him for almost three years and he asked you to marry him only two months ago. This was probably the most happy time of your life and you couldn’t wait to spend the rest of your life with the love of your life.

You thought about him after the interviewer asked whatever question it was. You forgot it in your daze. Chris nudged your arm and brought you out of your thoughts. “You still with us honey?”

You smiled at his nickname for you. He used to call you all kinds of stuff from honey to love to sweetheart to babe. He started it when the whole thing between you and Sebastian was all new, he said he wanted to make him jealous but it became a habit and he now did it without even thinking about it.

“Yeah, I’m.. Yeah sorry”

both of them laughed and Chris laid an arm around your shoulder hugging you from the side sweetly as he laughed. He let go of you and you smiled asking the man infront you to repeat his question.

“Sebastian asked you to marry him, was that a shock for you?” You thought about it for a second even though the answer was clear to you.

“I mean of course I was surprised, we love each other and we always talked about marriage but then seeing him kneeling infront of me was a totally different thing. I wouldn’t say I was shocked though, I love him so it was without any doubt a yes” you smiled remembering the day Sebastian asked you to marry him.

“Can you tell us how he did it?” The interviewer asked curiously.

“Of course !” You squealed in excitement sitting up a little straighter and clapping your hands making both man laugh.

“It was while we were shooting the movie. He didn’t have any scenes left to shoot and went home already but I had to stay two more weeks.” You told him with a huge smile.

“He picked me up from the airport when I came home and we put my bags and stuff into the car and sat in. I waited for him to drive but he just stared at me. I looked over at him and he leaned in to kiss me and got a box out of his pocket.”

You thought back to the day remembering how confused you were. “He didn’t go on one knee, but he didn’t have to and yeah… Then he asked me. That’s the story of how I got engaged in a car at the airport.”

“Was it disappointing?” The man frowned.

“No not in any way, I loved everything about it and I definitely wouldn’t want it to be any different now” the interviewer smiled at you obviously happy for you and Chris next to you was in awe as well.

“You’ve been living with him longer than that, is it hard to live with him”

you scoff rolling your eyes “oh yes !” You blurt out “its not even that he’s messy or something he’s just always annoying and pranking me. And when I say always I mean always.“ 

“Have you thought about payback ?”

“Yeah of course but I think I couldn’t do it even though I really want to” you shrug.

“you have to sweet cheeks , I know what he’s pranking you with and trust me its time for payback” you laughed at Chris’s exclamation and the three of you made a plan on how you’d prank him. You made a plan which evolved scarlet as well and you were excited than never.

The interview was over and you quickly made your way over to the next room , knowing scarlet was in there.

You told her about your plan and she agreed that it was time to pay Sebastian back. You felt mischievous and slightly scared but nothing would hold you back now. 

It was a horrible horrible plan. You just hoped he’d forgive you once you cleared it all up.

You stood infront of the door to your shared hotel room and took a deep breath getting into your role. You felt your face change a sad expression taking over and you opened the door walking in and closing the door behind you.

You spotted Sebastian on the bed and walked slow to sit next to him.

You looked around the room into the corners where the interview people sat up cameras when he was gone. He scrolled through his Instagram when you took his phone away and laid it down on the nightstand making him look at you concerned.

“What’s up, are you okay” he asked concerned and your heart broke.

You didn’t look at him as you sat next to him a huge gape between the two of you. “I need to talk to you.” You muttered and you could feel his nervousness hit up.

He took your hand in his but you took it back carefully out and flinched away from him. He took the hint and waited for you to talk.

“I’m pregnant” you told him eyes locked to the floor. He was about to get all excited and kiss you and tell you how much he loved you when you continued “its not yours” your eyes still fixed to the ground a tear escaped you and you were surprised how well you were in your role.

You saw the smile on his face fading from the corner of your eye and whipped your tear away.

“How will you know” he asked quietly, the heartbrack clearly audible.

“it happened when I was on set and you were home” you tried to hold back the tears. This felt so real. You could hear your own voice starting to crack and whipped another tear away.

“Who was it” he asked more urgent now and with an angry tone.

Your eyes shot up to his and you pretended to be horrified. “That doesn’t matter Sebastian.”

“Who?!” He nearly shouted making you flinch.

“Chris” you muttered and you saw in his eyes the disbelief how all his anger faded away slowly but then came back up.

“Why the fuck did you do that ?!”

“I didn’t want to” you started yelling.

There was a knock on your door, the ‘sign’ and scarlet told you it was time for your interview. Sebastian rushed out and you followed giving scarlet your ring.

She went into the room and packed all your things, laying the ring on top of one of the pillows. You walked behind Sebastian, not being able to keep up with his fast steps.

Chris saw him stalking over and he knew what was about to happen. Sebastian let a hard punch fly directly to the direction of his face but Chris luckily was quick enough to dodge it.

You screamed for Sebastian to stop and he just looked at you with anger and made his way into the room. You walked over to Chris as you whipped your last tears away.

“I think we are taking this to far.” You told him with a frown glancing into the room and watching Sebastian sitting down in a chair.

“Its gonna be okay, its payback remember”

“but what if he doesn’t forgive me?” You asked and Chris turned you around holding your cheeks with both of his hands as he looked into your eyes. “Its gonna be fine I promise. He loves you too much to let you go because of a prank.”

You smiled hopefully at him and he hugged you, not realizing that Sebastian was watching.

You sat between Sebastian and Chris, which only helped the ironic of the prank.

He was angry as hell and quietly growling every time Chris interacted with you or gave you a nick name. You hid your hands in your pockets, so he wouldn’t see the missing ring. You excused yourself from the scene saying you weren’t feeling too well and walked up to your room. You quickly wrote a note for Sebastian 

‘I’m sorry I brought you so much anger. 
I hope you’ll find some one better than me. 

I love you - (y/n)’




You sat it onto the nightstand and went over to one of the cameras.

You looked straight into it as you said “pranking is really damn hard”

You quickly walked out of the room locked it making your way over to scarlets place.

You hoped desperately for the moment to come in which you just would hug the living hell out of your fiancée and tell him it was just a joke.

Scarlets lap top was connected to the cameras and you could see everything that happened. How he walked into the room and paced up and down. How he saw the ring and sat down in distraught with his hands in his hair, all his anger turned over into sadness and disbelief. you saw how he read the letter.

You knew he couldn’t believe any of what was happening. It was like a nightmare for him, his whole world scattered apart. He stood up checking the bathroom, the closet, the cupboard, everything. He searched for anything, a sign of you, something to give him any hope. But there was nothing, just the ring you left there and which he couldn’t bare to look at.

He tried to call you after finding nothing but you didn’t answer your phone only patiently waiting for the room service to arrive, which was also part of the prank.

And then finally Sebastian made its way over to the door and the room service brought something in.

He thanked them and stared down at the object in confusion opening it revealing another piece of paper.

Written on it was ‘its a prank’ he was confused and you quickly ran down the hall knocking on his door.

He opened it and there you stood smiling shyly “its payback” you told him with a hint of fear in your eyes.

You waited for him to say something the fear getting bigger with every passing second.

And then he finally scooped you up hugging you tight and crying into your shoulder. “Don’t you dare ever do that again.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck. Your head in the crock of his neck. “Chris made me do it” you mumbled into his neck.

“I’m gonna kick his ass”

He quickly let go of you and walked away picking the ring up from the bed and slipping it back onto your finger.

He kissed you, his lips soft and lovely against yours. You felt the wetness of his tears on your skin as the kiss got deeper.

He grabbed both of your hands in his and pulled away resting his forehead against yours. “Please don’t ever do that again”

“I promise” you told him capturing his lips in another kiss.

  You looked back into his glowing eyes and spoke up again. “I would never leave you. For nothing in the whole world.” You began and hugged him.

Whispering into his ear , not willing the cameras to hear. “And I would also never in my whole life even think about cheating on you.”

You kissed his neck and continued. “The baby… Its yours” he pulled back quickly looking at your smiling face and starting to grin himself.

“Please don’t tell me this is anothe prank”

you shook your head and he crashed his lips to yours “I love you” he mumbled against your lips.

And the worst day of his life finally turned out to be the best one.



@mytrueself , @sebstan01 , @learisa

It’s Me, Sweetheart

Characters/Pairing: Dean x Reader, Mary, Cas (mentioned), Sam (mentioned)

Word Count: 1860

Reader Gender: Female

Warnings: Blood, guns, some swearing, maybe a little angst? Basically supernatural stuff. Season 12 spoilers!

Summary: Dean and Mary show up at the bunker and find an injured reader and Sam missing.

Author’s Note: Okay, so a few things: I don’t know where Mary actually got her clothes but I’m gonna assume from the Impala and we’ll leave it at that, I tried to keep the dialogue as close to the original scene but some things are changed, most specifically that Mary almost shoots the reader and not Cas, there’s a brief third person section for Dean and Mary, and when I started writing this a few months ago (I kind of forgot about it, oops!) I was thinking I would do another couple parts and extend it till when they get Sammy back but now I’m not so sure I’m going to. If people like this and want me to write a few more parts I’ll consider it, but honestly I found this difficult to write for some reason and it’s not really what I was hoping for. I wouldn’t be changing anything except for the addition of the reader, but basically it would just be a rewrite and we all know what happens with Sam already (and if you don’t know you probably shouldn’t be reading this yet anyway!) so I hope you guys don’t feel like I’m leaving you hanging. So let me know if you guys want more, but no promises. Wow that was a lot of words, sorry guys! Happy reading!

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     Darkness faded in and out of your vision as your eyes fluttered open, your head pounding and something warm and thick dripping down the side of your face. You groaned and reached up with a shaky hand, wincing as you made contact with a gouge on your forehead. You pulled your fingers away and found them coated in blood.

     “That Bitch.”

     You put your hands on the library table in front of you and used it to claw your way off the ground, wobbling when you finally managed to stand up. Your head was throbbing and you felt nauseous. You swore again when you saw the blood on the floor.

     “Sam?!” you called into the silence, your voice echoing off the walls and piercing the eerie quite. You used the table and chairs to make your way out of the library and crouched down in front of the red stain on the floor.

     That woman was going to regret ever touching Sam.

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These children are disgusting germ carriers and they know it. Most of the ppl texting are good kids that attend school even when they’re sick, but not JT…. She’ll laugh off major injuries, but take days off for colds and complain when she gets a paper cut.
JT, Rosie and Michael all live on a small island just next to the coast of the mainland, and have big windows facing the ocean - JT sits on the window ledge 85% of the time that she spends in her room.

I started sketching this a couple weeks ago, but I’ve actually had about 3 different colds etc. myself over the last month, and forgot to finish it until today.

anonymous asked:

Asteria pov of Harriet saving her that first time she got bullied.

funny enough, i had actually written this several years ago, but forgot about it! i was going through an old folder of cut scenes or scrapped ideas and found it.

Starshine

“Daphne?” Asteria had whispered months ago, at the start-of-term feast. “Which—which one’s Harriet Potter?”

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Let Me Go

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angsty af

Description: You’d always known Jungkook was bad for you, but you can’t bring yourself to let him go.

A/N- This contains unhealthy relationship type stuff so if you don’t like that don’t read x

“Let me in y/n!” Jungkook yelled as his hands continued to bang on the door loudly, the door shook under the sheer power of his fists.

“No” you screamed as you held back your sobs, desperate not to let him hear you cry. While he never seemed to care about anything, Jungkook had always been able to hurt you so easily, he was in complete control of your heart and he was always so careless with it. He treated you like trash then insisted he would change. It was always like this.

So of course, walking in to find Jungkook with another woman was not a scene unfamiliar to your eyes. But this time it was different, because just the night before he’d promised he’d become a  better person, he’d promised he’d stay faithful to you because he loved you so much. You should have known every word of it was a lie.

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I get so confused by how fandoms of less mainstream stuff start on tumblr like a year ago all the tsoa blogs I followed started talking about the trc. Then out of nowhere all the trc blogs started talking about tfc and then soc and check please. Then like a month ago everyone started talking about eyewitness and skam and yuri on ice. I’m pretty sure all these fandoms share a lot of the same fans and like everyone follows each other so who is the source of this new stuff? Am I just really out of the loop because I’d never heard of like anything. How does it go from 0-100% of my dash in like a day

51. I Can’t Stop Thinking About You. // Derek Luh // Blurb

A/N: This is way longer than I intended it to be but I got caught up and it’s pretty long but my apologies. This is in your POV btw.

“Alright that’s it for today class, have a lovely winter break.” My English professor said with a smile before turning back around to his desk.

Sighing in relief I grabbed my backpack and slung it over my shoulder and exited the class building out into the cold winter weather. I’m so excited to finally have winter break, my fiancé Will and I planned a trip to go and visit his family over Christmas seeing as we both were on break.

I was attending college, majoring in Medicine. In hopes of being a doctor someday. I never dreamed that I would be engaged or go to college. It was never in the cards for me. My parents couldn’t afford it, plus I wasn’t always the outstanding student I am today.

But I lucked out and got in on a scholarship despite my behavior problems. Of course I jumped at the chance, I was just getting out of a pretty messy and bad relationship with someone…I thought that I would just keep to myself and get through college. But then I met Will. He was a year older so he was already a year ahead of me.

I didn’t think much of him at first. I just figured he was some guy looking for another heart to break. But then over time after we hung out more, I developed a crush on him. And we inevitably started dating. But all that was two years ago.

I completely forgot all about my past and my rambunctious teenage years, and most definitely I forgot about that ugly breakup I had with my ex…Well tried to forget.

I was a new woman who had grown up and left her childish ways at the door the moment I stepped into my first class. Education was my way out, me getting my education was going to ensure I had total financial stability. One of the few things I ever really wanted in life.

Oddly enough a few months ago one of my old high school friends who still lived in our old neighborhood told me that my ex, Derek Luh was back.

Yeah that messy breakup I had with that ex…that ex was him.

Derek and I had dated on and off all throughout high school. He was undoubtedly the first guy I’d ever loved. He was pretty much my first everything, He was all I ever knew when it came to being in a relationship with someone. That boy drove me insane and he knew it.

Derek loved me, but not like I loved him. He was going through a lot of stuff in high school. His parents were going through a divorce, his sister was in an abusive relationship and he got into drugs. He only started getting into drugs maybe around Junior year and then into Senior year is when it got bad.

He barely paid attention to me, I knew he most likely was cheating during senior year. But half the time I didn’t even know when we were still a couple. I guess a small part of me felt obligated to be with him because I’d known him forever and he needed someone to be there. I loved him that’s for sure, but once I got my scholarship and I realized I still had a chance at life I had to give him an ultimatum.

I didn’t want to walk away from our relationship but I had no choice, I had to leave my past in the past and make a new name for myself in college. He was mad and he pretty much broke up with me, it sucked but hey that’s life. A little after I got settled into my dorm and I was familiar with the campus. I was being nosy and I googled him, not really expecting to find much but just curious as to what he was doing.

And that’s when I realized he blew up. I always knew he had a relationship with music that really couldn’t be explained. I’d hoped he use his talent and I encourage him to do something along the lines of fine arts for college. But he didn’t want to hear it.

But I was happy he finally did it. He looked genuinely happy, and that’s all I could ask for. After that I met Will and that’s when Derek popped up again.

He found out where my apartment was and a few months ago he showed up on my doorstep saying he still loved me and that he wanted me to come back to Cali with him and all this other stuff. But I was engaged and declared to Will.

The younger Y/N in me wanted to so badly. I knew he’d always have my heart in the palm of his hand, but the older and mature me knew that I was engaged and that Will has been nothing but good to me. As bad as it sounds, I kind of wish things did work out with Derek. I never pictured myself with anyone else but then Will came along and swept me right off my feet. It’s too late for a life with Derek, he’s a part of my past that I needed to forget.

So when my friend told me Derek was back visiting family I didn’t think much of it. It’s Christmas after all and people are going home to visit their family. Plus, even if Derek did plan to do another one of his famous pop ups I’ll already be on my flight off to Vancouver.

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I entered the warm apartment, sighing in relief once I kicked off my now soaked boots and pulling off my socks. Will had left the day earlier seeing as the college he attended left on winter break a few days earlier, plus something about wanting to stop to see some friends.

I was going to meet him up there and we were going to have a magical Christmas with his parents. Thankfully I already finished packing the night prior, and I could enjoy the rest of my day since my flight left tomorrow morning.

I climbed up the steps to my shared bedroom. I pulled off my clothes and tossed them in the hamper. I headed into my bathroom and took a brisk shower, and then changed into a pair of sweats and an old oversized shirt. I pulled my hair up into a ponytail and took out my contacts and put my glasses on. I exited the bathroom and was just about to climb into bed but then the doorbell rang making me sigh.

It was approximately around eight-ish and my plan to have an early night in was being interrupted.

I jogged down the steps and headed over to the front door swinging it open not bothering to look through the peep hole.

“Hello?” I asked a hint of attitude in my voice as I rubbed at my tired eyes.

“Hello to you to beautiful.” His familiar deep voice chuckled in response.

I snapped my eyes open and I was met by Derek’s tall figure standing in the door his hands stuffed in his pockets.

“Derek? What the hell are you doing here?” I asked looking at him in disbelief.

“Relax baby girl, I’m just coming to wish you a merry Christmas.” He smiled entering the house.

“Sure make yourself right at home.” I said sarcastically.

“I will.” He answered turning back around to face me.

“Why are you here?” I asked folding my arms across my chest.

“You’re not happy to see me even a little?” He pouted his adorable baby face making me melt.

“I didn’t say that, I’m just surprised.” I said, my voice a little softer.

“Let me guess, you’re still with that clown Will.” He huffed combing his fingers through his hair.

“You know I’m still with him Derek.” I said gently.

“Why him? Of all the people in the world?” He asked.

“I don’t know…he loves me.” I mumbled.

“You deserve way better.” He answered sincerely.

“Will is a really good guy.” I defended.

“I fucked up in high school. A lot.” He sighed.

“But you were always there to help me back up when I fell.” He said reaching forward and taking my hand in his.

“Derek…don’t.” I said as he moved closer.

“Just listen.” He said close enough so that I could feel his breath fanning against my neck.

“I’m listening.” I said giving in.

“I can’t stop thinking about you Y/N.” He admitted.

“No matter how hard I try, I can’t.” He added interlacing our fingers making me look down at our hands.

“Tell me you don’t love me and that you’re in love with him.” He said his voice on the verge of cracking.

I could feel the tears I’d been holding back threaten to fall.

“Look at me…and tell me.” He said lifting my chin up to meet his glossy eyes.

I parted my lips and paused for a moment.

“I can’t.” I breathed a tear rolling down my cheek.

“We were made for each other baby girl and as much as you want to forget about me you can’t and you never will.” He said wiping the tear that had fell down my cheek.

“I-I…” I couldn’t even find the right words to formulate a sentence to defend myself.

“You don’t have to say anything, if you want to keep playing house with Will that’s fine. But I needed you to know how I felt.” He said cutting me off.

He planted a kiss to my lips and held me there probably waiting for me to pull away, but I couldn’t. Because all that he said was true.

I felt him smile against my lips when I kissed him back. The same sparks I felt once as a teenager were just the same when he kissed me now. Something that didn’t happen when Will kissed me.

He pulled away from the kiss and then me altogether.

“Merry Christmas.” He mumbled dropping our hands and moving towards the door.

I didn’t want him to leave. I didn’t want this moment to end. I didn’t want to let the love of my life walk out of my life before it was too late and he didn’t show up on my doorstep again.

“Derek.” I called after him grabbing onto his arm before he could reach for the door.

“Don’t leave.” I breathed looking up at him as he turned to look at me.

“I didn’t come here to break you and Will up I just needed you to know how I felt.” He said hesitantly.

My left hand moved from his arm to his collar and I pulled him down smashing my lips against his while my other hand cupped his cheek. He melted into my grasp and his hands wrapped around my waist lifting me up so I could wrap my legs around his torso.

“I love you.” I said when I pulled away to catch my breath.

“I love you to baby girl.” He whispered with a smile making me lean in and kiss him again.

Meant to be pt.2

Summary :  A world, a world where people have soulmates, each and every person on earth is connected, bonded to another one, wherever this person is. A world where soulmates can communicate with each other through skin, everything wrote/sketched/drew on the skin, will appear on the soulmate’s and disappear few minutes later.

Word count : 1400

Genre : SoulMate!AU - Fluff - kind of a little mini bit of angst

I apologize for every grammar or spelling mistake, keep in mind that English isn’t my first language ♥

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6


End of school, beginning of the Summer, but for her, it was also the beginning of troubles.

She managed to ignore him for a few weeks, well in fact, right after the drawing spam she got on her arms, she asked, begged him to stop, at least until Summer and that’s what he did. But now there was no turning back, school is over, and he will definitely communicate with her again, and even thought she hates admitting it, she was really excited about it.

June 14th, already two weeks and he still haven’t done anything, no drawings, no words, no “P.J”’s. What if he didn’t want to know her anymore ? What if he got tired of waiting ? What if he got hurt when she said she didn’t want to know him ?

A lot of questions were stuck in her head and it drove her crazy. Crazy to the point she was ready to do the first step. She turned arounf in her apartment for a few minutes before finally grabbing a pen and settling down on her couch. It was 7pm, “he shouldn’t be asleep, it’s too early, he has to see it right ?”

She stayed there, with her pen in one hand, facing the wall with a blank expression, thinking about what to write. It was her really first time writing something first, and she was nervous. She never thought this would ever happened, she never thought she would be in this situation, stressing over what word to write on her arm, trying to talk with her supposed soulmate, but here she was, pressing gently the point of her pen on her right wrist.

“Y/N”


It may be the end of school, but to him, the beginning of summer meant more work, because of the cool weather and the sea near the shop, many more customers would stop by to get something to drink. It has only been two weeks, and yet he never saw that amount of people in the shop before. Sadly, like him and Jungkook were the only two working there, days were long and tiring, and he had really no time to think about his soulmate.

That’s why he didn’t answer to her. He didn’t even saw her name on his wrist, too busy, serving iced teas and lemonades while smiling even thought he was so tired.

And it was like this for about a month, him working hard, and her trying now everyday to talk to him, name, city, age, she tried everything, but he never answered, and that made her heart ache everytime.


“Why must I be this freaking stupid ?! I knew this was bullshit ! I knew it was impossible !” she screamed, throwing the pen as far as she could, fighting against the tears that were threatening to fall.

She always knew that a foolish thing such as “soulmates” couldn’t really exist, that it was just something to make people feel less lonely, to make even the saddest person feel  loved. But it was all fake, there were no true feelings behind all of this, just some weird genetic shit that connected your body to another one somewhere.


The days have passed and it was already the end of June, Lucy came back from her parent’s house in Ilsan and surprised her with two tickets for Busan, convincing her with some “Think about the beautiful beach that Busan has ! The cafés ! And who knows, maybe you’ll find a boy there ..”

“FINE, fine, I need to change my mind anyways, when are we leaving ?”

“I may have bought the ticket because like they were for tonight it was cheaper… so yeah tonight !”

Her eyes widened, shocked by the news, before running to her bedroom, packing her things with her best friend. And in the blink of an eye, they found themselves boarding into their plane, in direction of Busan.


July 2nd, Jimin had a day off, finally, he could take some time for himself, and for her. He surprised himself looking at the calendar, noticing the date, and remembering that school has ended a month ago, and that he totally forgot about her due to his work. Without thinking about it twice he grabbed his usual black pen and started to write something on his arm.

“How are you ?”

It was simple, but he couldn’t think of anything else at the moment, it was all so new to him. He waited patiently, as the minute passed by, the writing slowly faded away, and no answer was in sight, nowhere. “Maybe she just didn’t see, maybe I should write it somewhere more noticeable”

So he did it again, this time he wrote it on his hand, but once again, it slowly faded away, with no response.

He tried, again and again, but nothing. “Why ? Why me ? Why can’t I find a lovely soulmate just like Jungkook did ? Why is she ignoring me ? And why is this hurting me so much ?! I don’t even know her ! AISH”

He quickly put on a white T-shirt and walked angrily toward the front door, he was about to go out, when he found them behind front of the door, Jungkook and his soulmate, in each other arms, eyes closed, clearly enjoying each other presence. Jungkook was smiling, he couldn’t see his bestfriend’s soulmate’s face, but he could swear she was too. Even if he was angry and sad, he couldn’t help but smile in front of the scene, slowly and silently walking away, exiting the quiet building.

The moon was showing, and it was the beginning of a beautiful summer night.

He walked toward the beach near his work place silently, headphones on with his favourite song, feeling the fresh and salty air getting closer and closer, until he was there.

He took off his shoes and started walking in the sand, each step in rhythm with the song, and without noticing it, he found himself starting to dance, his passion. He danced thinking about her, he never put this amount of emotion in a choreography before, but this felt right, this was appeasing his heartache.


It was night already when they landed, but they didn’t want to go to their hotel yet, and decided to go to the place they wanted to see the most, the beach.

Lucy told her that she would join later on, because they still needed to drop their luggages before enjoying themselves. While her friend made her way to the hotel, she called a taxi, which drove her directly toward the beach.

It was amazingly beautiful, the sky was clear and the stars were blindly beautiful. She inhaled deeply, smelling the wet sand mixed up with the salty sea, and got closer to the shore, but suddenly stopped in her tracks.

Right in front of her, lighten up by the reflection of the moon, a man was dancing.

He was wearing a large white T shirt with ripped jeans and was bare foot. His arms and legs were moving smoothly and his hair followed the movements of his body perfectly. Without realizing it, she got closer to the man, and sat down, few meters away from him. From where she was, she could see him perfectly with the calm water in the background. She never felt this before, just seeing this guy made her smile and calm down, forgetting all about that stupid “soulmate” of hers.


He knew, he knew someone was looking at him, but he didn’t care, he kept dancing, and he kept thinking about her, which made him more and more angry seconds by seconds, until he couldn’t take it anymore and fell on his knees, screaming in front of the calm and relaxing water like he never did before, letting his emotion get the best of him.

And she was still there, looking at him, scared and intrigued at the same time, until he looked behind him and locked eyes with her.

Both of them instantly tensing and relaxing at the same time, and they stayed like that, until Lucy got back, breaking the sudden connection between the two, and making him leave.

He just looked at her, and she just looked at him, and that’s all it took to capture each other hearts without them even knowing.


feedback is always appreciated ^^

Admin K

the ladies of hogwarts '78

A set of musings on the girls of Hogwarts during Lily’s years. I know that there’s probably no way all the women of the Order went to Hogwarts together but thats all the names jkr gave me so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

this intentionally does not have a conclusion, as the stories of the girls of hogwarts are not even a little bit complete.

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• emmeline vance was a hufflepuff. muggleborn. she came to hogwarts the year before lily evans. she had long, dark, thick brown hair that reached all the way to her knees by fourth year. lily swears she used it as a blanket when classes were too cold. she came back to sixth year and had chopped all of it off to her ears. she wrote letters home in portuguese, and still occasionally tripped over english when doing her homework.

• emmeline grew up collecting bubblegum cards with her papa. together, they had over ten thousand cards by her eleventh birthday, organized neatly in binders sorted by year. papa was so excited for her when they found out she was a witch. she brought him his very first chocolate frog card, with nicolas flamel featured. by the time she graduated, her chocolate frog collection was the stuff of legends.

• marlene was lily’s roommate, along with dorcas. marlene was a halfblood, muggle mum and wizard dad, who bonded with lily on day one over their shared affinity for muggle gel pens. dorcas felt very left out these first days, but eventually joined their trio when marlene saved the last cheese pastry for her at breakfast one morning, dorcas’ favorite breakfast food. marlene noticed small things like this.

• marlene would send small gifts to dorcas constantly, especially after they got together. seashells from the holiday to the beach marlene took with her mum and sister. wildflowers pressed from her backyard. bottlecap keychains she made with her little sister one day. dorcas kept all of them in a small chest with a photograph of the two of them.

• alice was a couple years older than the gryffindor trio. a ravenclaw. she was the school’s dueling club champion in her fifth year. she really could send the quickest jinxes of anyone in her year. just ask caradoc dearborn, who made fun of her haircut one day and found himself on the bad end of a stinging jinx one day that left him with welts on his cheeks for a month.

• alice hated flying. preferred to keep her two feet firmly planted on the ground, a trait she would one day pass unknowingly to her own son. she would go out and support her quidditch team with the rest of course, perfectly content with two feet on the bleachers and securely sat next to frank.

• dorcas was straightforward, blunt, a ‘take no shit’ sort. (she was one of the only ones, besides the potters, to be killed personally at the hand of voldemort.) she spoke up, loudly, against injustices she saw. she wanted to be a journalist, to write about racism and blood purism and all of the other injustices she bore witness to during her years at hogwarts.

• she was a much quieter counterpart to her girlfriend, who laughed loud and cried louder and felt every emotion with the passion it deserved. dorcas sometimes felt as if her feelings were inadequate, as she seldom cried and only laughed if it truly deserved it. marlene would remind her that she was more passionate than anyone she’d ever met, and directed her passion towards something worthwhile rather than every petty emotion that came her way.

• andromeda never quite made it to the order, but defied her family and the standards she was held to in her own strong, quiet way. ted, whose father was an american immigrant hoping to escape segregation, taught her muggle blues music, and she would spend her nights with blind lemon jefferson and ray charles between her ears.

• she took her tea with cream and no sugar, ate scones with clotted cream from devonshire and only a small bit of jam, and rarely ate dessert. she rarely had sweets, and would never waste her time on chocolate frogs or cheap, mass produced sweets from the trolley.

• lily, in contrast, loved sweets. she had her scones with extra jam and only a bit of clotted cream, would save up her money all summer to spend on train trolley sweets, and probably kept a bag of chocolates in the dresser by her bed for rewards when she actually managed to do her studies.

• lily was brilliant, wicked smart, and the worst procrastinator of the gryffindor girls dorm. she could write an essay in a night if she needed, so why bother starting when it was assigned two weeks ago? she turned in assignments late more than once a month and often stayed up til the early hours of the morning writing that transfiguration essay she forgot all about. she charmed copies of every essay she’d ever written, filed and organized by subject, and would reuse essays as often as she could get away with it. (this always worked with slughorn, mcgonagall not so much.)

• mary macdonald had sensory processing disorder (though it went undiagnosed until she was well into adulthood, as the disorder was not thought of as such for many years) .she was sorted into gryffindor in lily’s fourth year. marlene, whose adhd was accompanied by its own slew of sensory difficulty, learned to recognize when things may be overstimulating for mary, and became over time a sort of safe place for the younger girl.

• mary loved to draw. she sketched constantly, mostly in pencil, and learned in third year via a clever charm from lily evans how to animate her drawings. marlene, who mary looked up to quite closely, kept one of mary’s drawings pinned to the wall above her bed.

Single Dad!Woozi

I started this like a month ago in my phone memo when we were driving somewhere but I completely forgot about it up until now ;; Idk if I like it but I hope all of you guys do


Rain hammered against the windows of the dimly lit and rather empty convenience store, the harsh sound rivalled only by the ruthless wind. The black clouds in the night sky ominously loomed over the small shop, the dull bulbs within the building barely lighting the way for the small man inside, who trudged through the aisles tiredly with one hand in the pocket of his large dark grey hoodie and the other closed around a young child’s. Jihoon sighed lightly and shrugged the thick material further onto his body, rejoicing in the warmth it provided; a shield from the bitter cold that tested the barriers of the automatic doors. He looked down at the boy beside him, who was perhaps a quarter of his height despite only looking around five or six years old, and his rather grumpy facial expression became one of fondness as the child reached out for the shelf on his right, making incoherent moans and protests of some sort. Jihoon turned his attention to the shelf in question to find that they were in the sweets aisle, chocolate bars and colorful bags of candy teasing the small boy as he tried to break away from his father and grab something.

“If you stop whining, I’ll buy you a candy bar when we leave. Right now we just need a few things to restock the freezer.” the elder bargained, making the younger one beam up at him and stop struggling.

“Okay!” he cheered before huddling up to Jihoon, his happy mood fading almost as soon as it had appeared; “Daddy, it’s cold.” Jihoon sighed heavily.

“I told you to wear your coat, but you went against me.” He raised his eyebrows at the child, who pouted. Another sigh. “I can’t really do much about it, Jaehyun-ie. We’ll be leaving soon anyway.” Jaehyun nodded reluctantly and detached himself from his father, the bright energy returning as he hurried away down another aisle. Jihoon groaned and laughed lightly, quick to pursue the child in large strides, He followed him to find him head-first inside one of the small store freezers. Jihoon laughed again, louder this time, at the sight of the boy who mere moments ago had been complaining about the cold, with his legs hanging out from the entrance and the top balanced on his upper back as he tried to reach something.

“You needed these frozen meals, right?” Jaehyun asked as he withdrew himself and slowly wiggled back until his feet were back on the ground, batting his eyes and smiling with childish innocence at his father as he held up three frozen microwavable dinners - all of Jihoon’s favorites. Jihoon’s eyes disappeared, with the wideness of his smile as he reached out to pat his smaller counterpart on the head.

“Yeah, good job, buddy.” he said proudly, taking the boxes from the equally proud looking boy and gesturing towards the fruit section. “Whilst I get a basket to carry our stuff, why don’t you go get us some apples?”

“How many?”

“The same amount we usually get.” Jihoon responded, leaning closer to the boy and speaking in a hushed whisper as if this was some extremely important secret mission. “You know how many.” Jaehyun nodded with a determined smile before hurrying off yet again, Jihoon marvelling at the way he could move so fast on such small legs. Jihoon headed for the stack of plastic baskets at the door, placing the boxes of food inside the uppermost one when the doors slid open, taking him by surprise. He looked up from where he had leaned down to grab the basket and found his mouth dropping open slightly when he saw you, strolling in calmly despite being soaked from head to toe. Wearing only a band tee, blue jeans, and thick boots even in this weather, with your hair wet and sticking to the sides of your face and your skin glistening with droplets of rain, it was amazing to him how unfazed you seemed by it all. Needless to say, he was interested immediately.

You caught his warm brown eyes as you entered and smiled briefly before taking off towards the ice cream freezers by the nearest wall, your expression becoming one of concentration as you looked for a particular flavor. Jihoon stood straight, basket now over his arm, and found his eyes still fixated on you. You looked around his age and, even though you were drenched and he barely knew you, he was inexplicably attracted to you, and it was confusing him to no end.

“Pretty…” he murmured before he could stop himself, not realizing that Jaehyun had made his way back to his side with a clear bag of apples clenched in his small fist.

“Pretty? What? Who?” It didn’t take long for him to know who his father had suddenly become so struck by; it was nearing midnight and, besides the cashier who slept peacefully at the checkout, there was no one else in the store. Jihoon didn’t miss the mischievous glint that flashed in his son’s dark eyes, his own widening as he remembered that Jaehyun had a knack for spilling everything. He could not keep quiet. Lost in thought, Jihoon didn’t realise that the boy was now tugging on the hem of your shirt, fruit still in his other hand.

“Hi there!” you greeted the young child suddenly by your side cheerfully, crouching to around his height and giving him a little wave. You pointed at the bag and smiled widely.”What have you got there?”

“Fruit. By the way, my daddy thinks you’re pretty.” He replies rather bluntly, his childish innocence returning in his grin. You frowned, confused for a moment, before looking up to find a red-faced man who you could only assume to be the boy’s father standing before you both. You couldn’t help but chuckle as you stood back up - even in this light you could see the color in his face, his eyes flickering over yours as he ran a slightly shaky hand through his chocolate brown hair and smiled shyly at you.

“Aha, kids, right?” he asked in a mumble, scratching the back of his neck as Jaehyun lost interest and ambled away to look at the flower display nearby.

“Yeah, they can’t keep anything quiet, can they?” you grinned, moving a little closer. You had to admit he was incredibly cute, and his current shy state was endearing.

“I’m so sorry about that.” Jihoon grumbled, growing redder by the second and looking down at his feet, clearly embarrassed by the situation.

“I’m not offended by you calling me pretty or anything, you know.” you laughed, stepping closer and placing a tentative hand on his shoulder. “I’m Y/N, and if it makes any better, I think you’re extremely adorable.” you said, a smirk playing your lips. Jihoon’s face lit up and he looked at you in shock, chuckling softly and cocking his head.

“Really?” At your nod he seemed a lot more at ease, his bashful demeanor becoming more relaxed and chill. “I’m Jihoon, and that’s my son, Jaehyun.” The young boy waved wildly at you when he heard his name, making you giggle and wave back with just as much enthusiasm.

“He’s almost as cute as you are.” you murmured, Jihoon only able to smile and shake his head in response by this point. “So are you single?” You felt at ease with him despite only just having met him, and you felt an uplifting hope within you when he gave you a positive hum as a response. He turned back to steal a glance at his son, who was poking the heads of the delicate red roses and smelling his finger afterwards. “Ah, a single dad. That must be tough.”

“I do get busy sometimes, so I feel bad for the kid. He’s the best thing that ever happened to me, you know?” Jihoon smiled tenderly at both you and the child, looking between you both and shoving his hands in his pockets.

“Maybe you’d like to go on a date sometime?” you suggested, knowing you sounded as hopeful as you felt.

“What?”

“You’re sweet, he’s sweet, and you think I’m pretty.” you laughed yet again, Jihoon revelling in the soft sound, music to his ears. “I feel drawn to you, as cheesy as that sounds. So let me take you out sometime?” Jihoon didn’t reply, making it seem like he was deep in thought when in reality he knew what he wanted to say.

“You free next Friday?” he responded as nonchalantly as he could, trying not to show his burning excitement and stay calm. Then again, it had been ages since he had dated.

“It’s a date.” you smiled gently, pulling a tub of ice cream, the one you had been searching for, from the freezer. He pulled his phone from his pocket and unlocked it, handing it to you on a new contact so you could give him your number. He searched your eyes with his as you took it, admiring you as you quickly put your number in and headed for the counter. You awoke the cashier and paid for your treat before going to the doors, about to leave.

“See you later, cutie.” you hummed, pecking Jihoon’s flushed cheek and winking at him before turning to head out into the now clear night. Before you could pass the doors you felt a hand envelop your wrist, pulling you back ever so gently. You turned to find Jihoon now sporting a thin white tee, his hoodie balled up in his hand which was extended to you.

“You’re all wet and it’s still cold out. I don’t want you to catch a cold.” You raised an eyebrow at his explanation, gratefully accepting. Upon first meeting him you hadn’t expected him to be so considerate, yet here he was, handing you his clothing and holding his son close to his side in a protective manner. You smiled, sighing in relief and happiness at the warmth now provided. It was cozy and homely and smelt of him, making you feel at peace as you bid him one last goodbye and thanked him once more before leaving.

“Well, Jaehyun.” Jihoon began as he put his basket before the cashier, walking back to the flowers and taking up the red roses Jaehyun had been so fascinated by and looking down after not hearing a reply to see the child waiting for him to continue. “Looks like you’ll be staying at uncle Soonyoung’s house next Friday…”

Originally posted by camera-seventeen

-Admin Belle

New to the Japanese Studyblr community ❊

こんにちは!

I’m Lilian, and I’m currently planning on studying Japanese again. 

“Again”? 

Yep! I started my journey with Japanese a few years ago, when I was a freshman in university, but I was always so busy doing other things I could only learn hiragana and katakana.

Last summer I wanted to take Japanese seriously and actually learned about 250+ kanji, and studied grammar and vocabulary from Genki. Summer ended and as my last year of university started, I couldn’t keep studying Japanese, so I forgot more than the 50% of what I’ve learned

That’s what that “again” means!

Couple of months ago I discovered this awesome community in tumblr, so now that I’ve just graduated, I want to learn Japanese for real, get involved and learn alongside all of you! I think that’s the motivation I needed!

I am kind of shy, but don’t hesitate to talk to me! I’d love it! 

Thanks for reading!

よろしく おねがいします! 

ps. I’ll be following every studyblr or langblr with a motivation for learning Japanese, and hopefully, we can all improve! ❊ 

Reblog this post so I can follow you!

News about people who support #BDRevolution !

I forgot to mention, but 3 months ago already, Jocelyn Hamilton, one of the former producers of the show, started to support #BDRevolution, but also Patricia Burns and Michael Bass, friends of Erika Strobel who worked on Nelvana, and others friends of her and Larry Jacobs who had various jobs on the show. I just forgot to make a post about it.
But today, an update :
Another voice actor, but not a French one but one from the original dub, Stephanie Morgenstern, the voice actress of Princess Flame, now supports it too !!!
She is impressed to see there is still a fanbase and people wanting the show to resurrect after all these years and she said she would like to voice Flame again.
Guyyyyyyys, we will never give up, not only for Erika but also because it works more and more !        

-Mod Ben

6


Let’s go in the garden,
You’ll find something waiting,
Right there where you left it,
Lying upside-down

When you finally find it,
You’ll see how its faded,
The underside is lighter,
When you turn it around…


soooo im a little late to the party but i’ve been working on this one for a while (well, i started it months ago, forgot about it, and then remembered that i really liked the idea lol)

so, the lyrics are from “Everything Stays” by Rebecca Sugar, and its Fallout 4 lol. all the reference images were taken from the old trailer or my own game.

But, I really like the story of Fallout 4 and I think its kinda sad and this song is really pretty lol