Peering into the spot-streaked (ugh, school bathrooms were the worst) mirror, Chloe frowned as she took stock of her mid-day makeup. Don’t ask her how she’d managed to leave her touch-up bag at home; She couldn’t begin to tell you why she’d suddenly decided to leave her fifth most prized possession sitting on her vanity, but at this point she would have honestly rather given up a kidneyinstead.
At least that way she would have looked glamorous as she died a slow, organ-failure-related death, instead of going out cakey in a dimly lit public restroom.
Sighing, she ran one manicured fingernail along the edge of her lips, hoping to salvage what was left of her icy pink lip stain, however it wasn’t looking promising. The color bunched unevenly to the small grooves of her lips, concentrated around the perimeter and nonexistent in the middle. And her foundation? In this August heat?
Oh that was a goner.
A splotchy, splotchy goner.
Chloe held in a groan, balling up a handful of paper towels before thrusting it beneath the faucet. Leaning towards the mirror once more, she dabbed furiously at the worst of the damage, and had just began contemplating whether the eye shadow was worth saving or not when-
Laughing. That’s what one expects to hear from children on Christmas morning.
Not a BLOODCURDLING SCREAM.
Jamie and I went from dead-sleep to complete and utter panic in a single heartbeat, and staggered blindly to her room to find it empty. After a frantic ten seconds, we found her in the doorway to the living room, shrieking in delight at the Christmas tree by the fire.
I groaned in relief and clutched my belly, panting, but Jamie was faster to action. “Brianna Ellen Fraser!” His whole body electric with adrenaline, he snatched her up off the ground and made her look him in the eye.“You’re NOT to prowl around the house wi’out your mother or me, d’ye hear me? Ye stay in your room until we fetch ye.” He gave her a harmless but firm shake for emphasis. “D’ye hear?”
“But—but—Daddy, LOOK!” She contorted in his arms to loll her head back at the tinsel-clad tree. “CHRINSMINS!!!”
Jamie exhaled hugely and closed his eyes for a moment, as if forcing the fear and anger to exit his body. I rubbed his arm encouragingly and he made a small sound of acknowledgment before kissing Bree’s cheek. “Aye, Christmas, it is.” He set her back down on the floor and put his arm around my waist, the both of us looking down ruefully at our grey-hair-inducing progeny. “Ye like the tree, cub?”
“AYE!” Bree squealed emphatically, bouncing twice on the spot for joy before running over to examine it more closely.
Jamie and I had brought in the tree last night after she had gone to bed, making a happy, pajama-clad, fireside evening of getting the thing decorated as the snow gathered outside. We’d happily gorged ourselves on Mrs. Byrd’s iced gingerbread and guzzled apple cider as we festooned the branches with baubles and tinsel. Jamie, though he’d never before the 20th century heard of such a daft thing as bringing a live tree indoors and gaudying it up, seemed absolutely delighted by the overall effect—though in all honesty, it may have been the dollops of whisky he added to his cider. He kept on stepping back and proclaiming passionately, “’s’BEAUTiful!”
A good portion of the tinsel ended up in our hair and clothing, for decorating inevitably turned into throwing and fits of helpless giggles; and, of course, icing was attack-smeared over faces as we laughed ourselves hoarse; and *naturally,* one thing led to another, AND we ended up on the ground, naked, covered in sticky sugar, and making sweet, sweet Christmas Eve love on the rug (an activity that doesn’t often make the carols and poems, that)(but pretty bloody festive, in my book).
Jamie’s squeezing my arse into oblivion (as though also remembering our celebrations last night) was more than a little distracting as we fondly watched Bree, swaying as she stared in rapture up at the tree. “S’all—” she made a vague, sweeping gesture with both arms, and hopped up and down, “—all—HAPPY!”
I gave Jamie a squeeze back, laughing. “The tree makes you feel happy, lovey?”
Bree glared at me, ever the toddler-pedant. “It IS happy, Mama, see? See it?”
“You’re so right, baby. It’s a very happy tree.”
A quarter of an hour later, with mugs of tea and plates of toast with cinnamon butter, Bing Cosby crooned out Christmas tunes from the record player while the rest of us sat on the floor by the fire to open gifts.
Bree went first, of course, and her gasp of delight was nearly as alarming as the one that had awoken us in terror. “Issa TRAINNN!!” she squealed, pulling the wrapping paper loose with startling voracity.
All in all, I would wager Jamie had just as much fun setting the wooden train set up as Bree, and she was having a jolly good time. Seeing the pair of them laying on their stomachs, choo-choo-ing along and causing disastrous (and apparently hilarious) collisions was a special kind of joy.
I wrapped my hands around my mug and leaned back against the face of the sofa, feeling—something in my belly. Not movement—it was far too early for quickening, but that bit of foreign pressure…yes, that was there.
I can’t wait to meet you, little one, I said silently to my child. Hurry up and join us, alright? And I could have sworn the pressure responded.
“Happy Christmas, Sassenach.” Jamie was handing me a lumpy parcel wrapped in brown paper.
“Oh, darling!” I cried in delight a moment later, wrapping what turned out to be a sumptuous plum-colored wool scarf around my neck, “this is gorgeous! Wherever did you get it?”
“…You MADE it??”
“Oh, aye,” he shrugged, oh-so-casually.
I just bloody stared at him. “You….KNIT???”
“Aye…is it bad?” He was startled by the intensity of my shock and he looked both bewildered and slightly nervous.
“NO—not at ALL, but—” I ran my fingers over the fine, neat rows of stitches. “I just—don’t think I’ve ever known a man that knits!”
“No? All highland boys do. Something to keep the hands useful while tending sheep or the like. Or, when there’s down moments at the barn not occupied by the lassies,” he said with a twinkle in his eye. He grinned shyly. “Ye really like it?”
“I LOVE it,” I said, with complete sincerity. “Just you wait, all the girls at the hospital will be after you to make THEM one!”
“Well, I’ll do what I can,” he said amiably, and I could tell he was gratified.
“Lord, I feel foolish over your present now.” It was definitely NOT homemade.
He grinned. “I’m sure I’ll love it, mo nighean donn.”
He did love it, in fact. The look of glee in his eye as he thumbed through the full-color special edition of Motor Trend (along with an indefinite subscription) made it clear just how much of a monster we’d created in letting Jamie get his hands on a car— Sorry, get his hands on BONNIE (Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ). See? A monster. He was vociferating passionately about one of the articles on new headlight trends for 1951, when both of our Parent Radar Senses pricked up. “Bree, what are ye doing, there, lass?”
Bree was walking purposefully toward the foyer, and said only, “Somethin’”
Jamie snorted with a laugh. “Ye dinna say!”
“Loveyyyyy…. Tell Mum and Da what you’re doing, over there.”
She didn’t answer, intent on reaching under the buffet cabinet by the door to grab for something, something that turned out to be a mailing envelope.
“Why, you clever girl, spotting that!” I peered in vain to ascertain if it was a piece of incoming mail or outgoing. Regardless, it must have gotten pushed off the back of the cabinet by accident, and sat unseen for God knew how long. Hopefully it wasn’t an overdue bill or something urgent.
“Aye, good work, cub. Can ye bring it here?”
Pleased with her successful rescue mission, Bree skipped back to us and gave the letter to Jamie. He glanced at it for a minute, then grinned. “That’s a Christmas present for your Mama, a leannan.”
“Oh? Another one?”
“No’ one that was planned, but I think it’ll be a welcome one, all the same.”
“Heer’go, Mama,” Bree said, flinging it unceremoniously into my lap. Harvard University, the return address said.
“Could be very much NOT a present, you know,” I said, seizing up and feeling like I wanted to vomit from anxiety. “In admissions, small envelopes are usually bad news, not good.”
Jamie’s expression wavered a bit at that, but he gave a game sort of shrug. “Open it?”
I slit open the envelope with a fingernail. God, these old fuddy-duddy bastards surely rejected me for being a married woman. Thank God, I hadn’t known I was pregnant at the time, for that surely would have been an automatic, No thank you. This rejection would be—
It must have shown on my face, for Jamie was beaming from ear to ear as he crawled over to kiss me. “Well done, Sassenach!!”
“It does say accepted, right?” I handed him the letter. “My brain isn’t making it up?”
“Aye, there it is, right in black and white. ‘We are pleased to inform you that you have been ACCEPTED.’ Bree, lass, your mother’s going to be a doctor! That’s exciting, aye?”
“Yeah!!!” Bree said, though she was mostly focused on her trains.
“More like I’m going to be a part-time organic chemistry and biology student,” I said, but practically bubbling over with relief. I’d been expecting that goddamn letter WEEKS ago! “Just the two prerequisites, but…” BUT STILL!
“I’m so proud of ye, lass,” he said, beaming. “Happy, happy Christmas, mo ghraidh.”
these guys (tsuna dino, reborn) thinks their so is cheating on them but they are actually hiding the fact they are pregnant because they are afraid of rejection
“You were out?”
You turn around in surprise to face him and
saw him sitting on his favorite chair with a nice glass of port in his hand.
His eyes chilled you. How can such a warm gold color feel so cold? It made
chills run up and down your spine as he stared right back at you so intensely.
Instinctively you place your hands on your flat stomach protectively.
“Tsuna,” you greeted him with a nervous
smile. “It’s unusual to see you here at this time of the day. Is it a slow
Tsuna did not answer you immediately.
Instead he emptied his glass of port and slammed it on the table beside him
after. “Why don’t you just tell me who it is?”
You blink at him in confusion, not
understanding what he meant. “What? Who?”
“Who the hell are you fucking?”
Anger started creeping up your veins as you
realize just what he was accusing you of. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“STOP LYING TO ME!” he threw the glass he
had been drinking from into the fireplace where it broke into a thousand pieces
even as he sprang to his feet. “You’re hiding something from me! I can feel
You tried to be calm about it despite the
fast beating of your heart. Damn, stupid Hyper Intuition.
“There’s no one else, Tsuna.”
“You won’t even look me in the eye
anymore…!” your heart broke at the despairing note behind his words. “If you
really are seeing someone else then it’s better if we just end this right here.
Before I’m forced to prove my worth as Boss by killing you!”
It felt like a slap in the face but the
only other option was to tell him the truth. That you were carrying his child.
How could you tell him when you hadn’t even decided yet? He had had so many
lovers and you were only an easily replaceable bed mate. Even when you started
sleeping with him he never really went out of his way to make you feel like you
were different from any of his other lovers. What’s to say he would accept this
child in your womb? What’s to say he wouldn’t hate you for being careless and
getting pregnant? Maybe… this really was for the best? It would certainly save
you the broken heart.
Tsuna gaped in astonishment when you made
no move to pacify him any further. Instead he watched as you entered the
bedroom and walked out with that single overnight bag you came with the night
you started sleeping in his room.
And without another word you walked out of
His scream shook the Vongola mansion to its
Dino walked into the room drunk that
evening and found you asleep on the bed.
He couldn’t stop himself from imbibing that night.
There were too many things that were different, too many things that he couldn’t
understand these past few days. You’ve been acting so distant that he couldn’t
help but… He couldn’t help but…
He stumbled over towards the bed and sat beside you.
Leaning over you he took in the smooth curve of your cheek and the moonlight in
your hair as both glowed in the dimness of the room. Looking at your face his
heart ached at how much he loved you.
And yet… And yet you were pulling away from
him. There could only be one explanation. His eyes flashed with furious
possessiveness. His mind screaming, ‘Mine’.
He started trailing desperate kisses down
your cheek and started pushing your blankets down. You woke up at the rough
handling, training confused eyes on him.
“Dino…?” you whispered as you gently pulled
up his face to make him look at you. “What is it? You okay?”
Dino gritted his teeth as he hissed at you, his hands like steel holding you down.
“I’m not letting you go!”
You blink at him in confusion. “What?”
“I don’t know who it is… I don’t care how long it’s been! If I
find out who your other man is I’ll fucking―”
“Whoa, hey, okay wait!” you sit up on the
bed and began giving him your full attention. “What’s this all about, Dino?”
His eyes burned as they stared into yours
as he scowled and held on to you needily. “Who is it? Who’s trying to take you
away from me?!”
“What? No one―”
“Don’t lie to me! Why else would you avoid
me these past few days?! Why else would you look in the distance even when I’m
near?! You’re thinking of someone else, aren’t you? Aren’t you?!”
You couldn’t handle it. You loved him so
much. You threw your arms around him and held him tight.
These feelings… These emotions… Weren’t
these the exact reasons why you kept your pregnancy from him? What if he told
you to leave? What if he didn’t want the baby?
No… You can’t stand seeing him suffering
“Dino, dear? There’s something I have to
“Oh hi! Good timing! I’ve got a special
bouquet for you today. I made it myself!”
You smile as you reach out towards the
owner of your favorite flower shop. The young man who owned it gave you a small bouquet of
lavender and jasmines. Holding it close to your face you close your eyes, took
a deep breath and happiness threaded into your previously depressed system.
“Thank you, these are very―” you froze at the
sight that met you once you opened your eyes.
Your blood ran cold at the sight of Reborn behind
your florist friend with a gun trained at the back of the smiling man’s head. You met
Reborn’s eyes and noted the fury in them. The piercing darkness like an ebony
blade prepared to plunge right into your heart.
You struggle against the urge to scream and
push the florist out of harm’s away and instead calmly reached into your wallet to hand him a
few bills for the bouquet.
“Keep the change.” You mutter and then
started walking away hurriedly.
Thankfully you heard no gunshot after you
left. You continue to walk until you felt yourself being pulled into a lonely
side alley and was forced to face the hitman that had been stalking you probably since that morning.
“Care to tell me what the hell is going on?”
His low growl sent shivers of both pleasure and dread up and down your spine.
You frowned right back at him. “Putting a
gun on that man’s head was uncalled for.”
“I was out looking for your fuck buddy. I
thought it was him.”
Your eyes widened at the accusation in his
“Well what the hell else was I supposed to
think?!” he snarled as he punched the
wall beside your head in barely held back frustration. You flinched but glared right back at him. “You don’t answer my
calls, you’re always out! You’re fucking avoiding me and I want to know why!”
They were all true and you had to look away
in an attempt to hide your guilt. But this was for the best wasn’t it? You
should just get it over with and break up with him; he wouldn’t want this baby
anyway, right? No one as elusive as Reborn would want a family let alone a
child that could put him in an unfavorable position. As you were thinking you
put the hand holding the flowers over your tummy unconsciously, feeling sorrow
for the life growing inside who might have to grow up without a father.
Reborn’s sharp eyes followed the action and
the truth snapped in his brain like a bullet and made almost lose his footing.
Summary: Laura hid Derek’s scarf. It’s snowing. Hogwarts has never seen such an angry Hufflepuff walk through it’s corridors.
Derek was going to kill Laura.
She knows how much he hates the cold and yet she decides to be the biggest jerk to ever live and hide his scarf when she knew it was going to snow the next day.
So, yeah, it’s no wonder that Derek feels more pissed off than usual which seems to have scared the hell out of some first years in his house this morning when he woke up.
Derek still doesn’t understand why people are so shocked when they realize he’s a Hufflepuff, it’s not like being cheerful and happy all the time is a requirement to get sorted into Hufflepuff, just because he’s not smiling 24/7 doesn’t mean he’s any less of a Hufflepuff.
Osprey has quickly climbed up my “favourites” list. I assumed she would, but I honestly just love how she looks. I need to get her some new glasses, as the stems stick too far out (I had to edit them completely out), but it’s so hard to find small, oversize glasses with actual lenses that also has soft nose-pieces (so it doesn’t ruin the face-up) :/ So for now she’ll just use these.
As for character; I’m still building her (I should really not buy dolls to create characters for rather than the other way, but there are simply too many pretty dolls), but she’s pretty shy and gentle, the kind who almost cries while watching the news or reading the comment sections (she knows she shouldn’t do it, but she still does). Huge coffee addict and also an insomniac. Suffers from social anxiety. She’s a particle physics student, and very studious at that. Some of her favourite things are the tree branches in winter, when they’re completely frozen over, the sound when the rain hits the rooftop, and the adrenaline kick from an intense workout. Probably someone’s girlfriend, although I’m not completely finished mapping out relationships or building the backstory of all the dolls-turned-characters yet, so I don’t quite know whose girlfriend yet.
Her looks are loosely based on Taranee from W.I.T.C.H, which was my favourite comic growing up (and Taranee and Will my favourite characters)
ate, i have a question. i tried your mixing colors tutorial and it works fine, but my colors always turn out desaturated, and when i increase the saturation filter, its tops looking harmonious. how do you make your colors a bit more saturated but still harmonious?
This is actually kinda hard to explain because it depends on your technique in utilizing color and the sort of palette you choose to use. But it mostly centers on how well you are in changing the hue, saturation, contrast and color intensity as well as the color and opacity of a new color that is added using overlay, multiply, luminosity and screen. So this means that you have to make your color palette clear before even starting the piece.
Some important tips:
1. Do all of the color mixing before actually applying it to your work because as you color you will tend to add new colors which is why you have to make sure that your flats are the final color you want.
2. Remember that flat colors set the tone so make sure that it is already harmonious to the piece and your palette.
3. When you are mostly done with coloring you can adjust the
hue, saturation, contrast and color intensity a little bit just to make it either more vibrant or dull but changing the settings too high or low will result in an awkward color arrangement because it shows how the original colors were not harmonious in the first place.
I’m super sorry if this might not be the best explanation because it really depends on how you draw and since our styles are different then my technique might not end up being the same for you. Maybe you should try experimenting on color first and see how you apply shades to best understand.
So, I’ve kind of headcannoned Iggy as a dude who is super into Shibari, for sexual and non-sexual reasons. With that in mind, I’ve created some deliciously naughty BDSM-y sexy times for all to enjoy. I will warn: this is a little rough, there is orgasm denial, forced orgasm, slapping (only for heightened sexual experience, of course), and choking. If you’re cool with those things, then follow me down the rabbit hole.
You walk fast on the almost deserted
street. The snow storm seems to get worse by the second but you don’t feel the
cold or the snowflakes melting on your face. You hear the tires screeching
right before you turn the corner on the lonely alley and don’t even bother to
look back; probably another accident in this accursed weather, why should you
After a few more steps you hear his
voice behind you:
You immediately stop and slowly turn
around, feeling your heart sink.
“Hey, do I know you?” The Joker
approaches, getting closer and closer. You don’t move, you wait for him to get
in front of you and don’t say anything.
“You’re not scared,” he growls,
tilting his head and carefully analyzing you. “Do you know who I am?”
How is this possible?! you think to yourself, astonished, missing him so much you totally
ignore Her when She starts to get agitated; She
sure doesn’t like him.
“Who are you, hmm?” J asks again and
you rush in his arms and hug him tight, taking him by surprise. He is amazed he
didn’t push you away yet; The Joker definitely doesn’t like to be touched by
strangers. But you feel so familiar that he unconsciously hugs you back, confused,
not knowing why he’s behaving so strange:
“Who are you?” he snarls, inhaling
You caress his green hair for a few
seconds, watching the snow melting on your fingertips, wanting to cry and
struggling to control Her from
“I’m the Devil,” you whisper in his ear,
sensing his grip around your waist getting tighter. It’s so hard to let him go.
You kiss his cheek and back out just enough to stare in his blue eyes:
about us,” you utter and J blinks fast a few times, looking left and right,
not understanding what the hell he’s doing out of the car in the crazy weather
on a street he doesn’t recognize. The snow keeps on falling and he touches his
cheek, puzzled, feeling he forgot something very important.
First time he kissed you it was in
the elevator, going up to the penthouse. You didn’t fight it at all and She yanked your hand away from his neck,
“Stop it!” you muttered, frowning.
“Not you,” you smiled when The Joker gave you an inquiring look. “Her.” He grinned and kissed you again
and She started screaming with that
outwardly high pitch that made the lights flicker and the whole building shake.
J had to distance himself from you and cover his ears. She scratched his face, crazed by jealousy, and he winced in pain,
“I told you not to touch him!” you
scolded Her, tracing the cuts on his
pale skin with your finger, making them disappear.
“Jesus, kiddo, She sure hates me,” he smirked, pulling you back in his arms,
pleased to make Her lose control.
“You know She is very possessive, She
can’t really help it,” you wanted to remind him even if you didn’t have to.
“Oh, I can understand that,” he
pretended to sympathize when in fact he had no clue about the meaning of the
word and you knew it.
Once you got up to the penthouse he
dragged you in the living room, despite Her
breaking as many objects as She
could in her rampage, in the same time not daring to do too much because She also hates it when you are upset.
“I have to get ready for tonight,
would you help me get my stuff together?” he asked, impatient, getting the explosives
from behind the couch.
“Ahhh, you don’t need all those, you
know you can do whatever you want. If you get caught again, I’ll find you in a
heartbeat, like I always do,” you smiled, pleased there is nothing anyone can
do to stop you.
“Because I glow in your darkness?” he
suddenly turned towards you, biting his lip, stopping his project with a little
thought in his mind.
“U-hum,” you agreed, watching him
step aside and approach with that spark in his eyes:
“Show me, kiddo! Can you do that? I
wanna see. You keep on telling that’s why you save me from that hell 6 months
ago. Coooome on, can you show me?”
You debated for a few moments,
frowning at his demand but you decided to humor him:
“If you insist, Mister J,” you
signaled him to close his eyes and warned before you started:
“It’s going to hurt!”
“A-ha, like I’m not accustomed to pain,” he scoffed, bringing his face close to
yours and waited. You cupped his cheeks, your eyes turned white, shinning so
strongly he had to close his.
“I told you to close them,” you
sighed. Finally he did as told and after a few seconds he gasped, amazed:
“Oh my God, kiddo, is that me?!”
“It is,” you smiled, kind of relieved
J got to witness what you see in the Void.
“You weren’t joking when you said I’m
the only one that lights up that blackness. Wow,” he grinned and let himself go
in that warm embrace he felt. “You look even more gigantic and scarier on the
other side. That IS YOU, isn’t it?
Right in front of me, maybe 20 feet tall?”
“Of course it’s me, who else?” you
chuckled, kind of intrigued he still wasn’t scared by how She appears in Her world:
just like a demon from hell, towering over everything with that menacing
“You are so much darker than any of those gray, formless shapes, you’re easy to
spot,” The Joker purred and you took your hands away, breaking the connection.
“That would be enough,” you mumbled,
wiping his bloody nose and he reopened his blue eyes with an aching expression
on his face.
“I feel like the train hit me,
kiddo,” he deeply inhaled, cracking his shoulders.
“I told you it would hurt,” you wiped
more blood, shaking your head in disapproval because he sure is stubborn. He
snorted, almost choking in his own blood and you decided to heal him. You
touched his forehead and the pain went away instantly; the bleeding stopped
too. “There, better?”
“Definitely,” J growled and leaned
over to kiss you again, completely addicted to that euphoria you made him feel
so intensely. “You told me you weren’t born like this. How did you get your
powers? Are you ever going to tell me, Mrs. Flag?” he pulled apparat from your
lips, grinding his silver teeth.
You slapped him, irritated at his
“Don’t ever call me that again!”
He started laughing like crazy and
hugged you tight while you squirmed to escape and She pulled on his hair, antagonized, thinking you’re in danger.
What She really wanted to do was snap
his neck but you probably wouldn’t have approved such thing. The Joker ignored
“I should kill you for what you did,
kiddo,” he whispered and your reply confirmed what he already guessed:
“Go ahead and try, I can’t die!” you
hissed at him, pouting, resting your head on his chest. “Do you think I didn’t
try myself when I first got Her?”
The Joker stroked your long hair and
didn’t expect you to get so pissed that you showed him what happened without
any forewarning; it hit him like a brick
**You revealed to him the lab and all
those important military officials waiting on the other side of the thick glass
wall, the countdown going backwards faster and faster. You were wearing your
white lab coat and kept on thinking: one
year of hard work, the experiment better succeed! You were sure it would
but were still nervous. Rick being there made it better. He winked at you
without anybody noticing and you pretended not to see. “…5,4,3,2,1,0. Opening interdimensional portal,” the
computer’s voice coldly announced and they all got up from their seats,
watching fascinated as the colorful vortex got wider and wider. You were so
happy tears rolled down your face and gulped when you noticed the smoke and
ashes coming through the portal. You backed out towards the door, having a bad
feeling about it. Before you could make another move the ground started
trembling with such intensity you had to fight to stay on your feet. When She first materialized in that
out-worldly, terrifying and sinister form, your heart stopped.
All the people headed towards the
exit, panicking and you slowly turned your back on Her, paralyzed in fear, shaking like a leaf and waiting for your
husband to open up the door so you can run. You barely got the strength to
faintly knock on the glass with your wedding band:
“R-Rick…o-open up, p-please. I want
t-to get out… Rick!” you yelled,
seeing him walking backwards.
“I can’t, Y/N, that thing… will get
out,” he muttered, distressed, thinking that some walls were able to stop Her.
Your eyes widened with shock and he
watched in horror as the black smoke filled the room until he couldn’t see you
anymore. When you cried out for help he couldn’t take it any longer and opened
the seal, rushing inside and frantically searching the room for you. Too late,
you were gone. **
Once what you showed him stopped, The
Joker collapsed on his knees, struggling to breathe, unable to think
straight. He started coughing out blood, dizzy and confused after the strong
impact of your powers on his mortal body. He took out his gun from his holster and
shot you a few times. You just rolled your eyes and helped him up, Her silver blood dripping from your
wounds, already starting to heal.
“Nice try, I told you I can’t die;
are you mad at me?” you snickered and J looked at you with so much hate,
slapping your hand away when you tried to touch him again.
“I…I don’t need your help,” he
slurred his words, not being in control making him so angry his temples
“You wanted to see so I showed you,
why are you mad?” you started giggling at his entitled behavior. “If you don’t
let me fix you, you’ll be dead in 20 minutes. You wanna die?” He just grumbled
something not very nice while he felt Her
terrorizing presence all around him once more.
“Here, stop acting childish,” you
forced your arms around his neck, attempting to reason with him. The Joker gave
in, still angrily glaring at you but you weren’t impressed. He felt so hot and
then so cold he shivered in your embrace. “There, you’re good now. You’re welcome
from saving you from certain death. Still don’t want to talk to me?” you lifted
his chin up, entertained by his certainly not boring personality and temper.
“Good, because you always talk too
much anyway,” you made fun of him and he grouchily kicked your ankle. “I
know exactly what would make you like me again,” you muttered in his ear, being
in the mood for some playful things. “Have you ever been with a metahuman
“No!” he bitterly answered,
pretending not to give a damn but you knew he was bluffing.
“Interested?” you seductively traced
his jaw line and brushed your lips on his, almost bursting out laughing at his
“Why are you squeezing me so hard
“I don’t know!” J complained, lifting
you up in his arms and you wrapped your legs around his waist, admonishing Her for wanting to murder him on the
want him so stop it!” She was so
jealous She cracked the windows and
screeched, alarmed, not liking the fact that he’s taking you out on the balcony
without you protesting. She could never understand such things, even
if She had that human part of you.
** “Fuck, kiddo, that was awesome,”
he panted, resting his forehead on yours, trying to catch his breath. “It feels
like I will have a stroke soon,” he trapped your naked body against the wall
when you attempted to get away.
“Are you OK?” you chuckled, moving
your hands up and down his back, making sure to leave a few scratches you
didn’t want to heal.
“Aww, I am more than OK, kiddo,” he
started to kiss your neck, his hot lips on your slightly sweaty skin giving you
“What good is to have powers if you
don’t use them, right? Aren’t you glad I intensified your… experience?” you moaned in ecstasy and stopped Her just in time when She
tried to break his neck, resentful you enjoyed him so much. The Joker didn’t
even notice and had no idea how close he was to death that time.
“I want this again,” he lustfully purred,
anticipating that amazing sensation you could make him enjoy once more.
“Even if you’ll have a stroke?” you
“Like you would let that happen to
me,” J grinned, full of himself, aware he got under your skin.
“You just never know when you’ll rub
me the wrong way and…”
“Am I rubbing you the wrong way now?” he impatiently interrupted, lifting you
up more so he can feel you better.
“You’re so bad,” you giggled,
ticklish, getting lost in his blue eyes.
No matter where they locked him away,
he would always disappear in the first night of incarceration, despite the
security or how well hidden the place was. Nobody knew how it happened
because there were no witnesses left behind. EVER. Only dead bodies-
most of them mutilated- and destroyed surveillance cameras, impossible to
retrieve information from even in digital content. So strange.
Rumors started spreading and the
search for The Joker escalated, especially since it was said there was a
metahuman protecting him. Very classified information, of course, only
available to those with a high military clearance level. And The Prince Of
Crime became even more ruthless, merciless and reckless, inflicting his will
and terror upon Gotham and other cities, because he knew there will never be any consequences for his
actions. He had YOU and for the
first time in his life, that’s all he needed.
J was even more pursued, hunted
and chased but he fully enjoyed every second; it was a life style it suited him
so perfectly. And you were aware he now was truly one of the most wanted
criminals because of his connection to you also. How badly the government and
other parties would have loved to have you on their side! But you didn’t want
to be on anyone’s side; you just wanted HIM,
the only one that was lighting up Her
darkness, crazy enough to keep up with you because he knew he was untouchable,truly above ALL, especially in your eyes and it made him feel…something he
And the night came that made you take that painful decision.
The whole tower collapsed while he
was inside the penthouse, waiting for you to come back because She wanted to kill and you couldn’t
refuse Her fun. You felt it and came
back in an instant, pulling him out from under the rubble, upset that he was on
the verge of dying, every single bone of his body broken to pieces. You started
to heal him and he clenched his fists, whimpering, a few tears streaming down
his pale cheeks while you could hear the snaps of his body being mended back together.
“Ssssttttt, rest,” you caressed his
face with the back of your hand, barking at Her:
“Keep him asleep! If he wakes up he
could die from the shock and pain! I know you want that but it’s not going to
happen, do you hear me?!”
The Joker’s body relaxed, falling
back into his dreamless trance when you heard Rick’s voice and you lifted your
gaze to watch him walk towards you with his hands up in surrender.
“Did you do this?!” you got up,
enraged and Rick watched you transformed again as you stepped over The Joker’s
body, disappearing under her frightening shape. He looked up to Her, those ethereal glowing orbs and
formless mouth screaming, making his skin crawl. You were even scarier and
taller than last time he saw you. The earth started to move and he heard your
voice amidst the chaos you started:
“You’re not taking him!!! I’ll burn the world if I have to!!!!
You’re not taking him!!!” And She approached
your former husband, desiring to smash him with Her strength.
“It didn’t give the order but I
couldn’t stop it either. I’m here for old time’s sake,” he gulped, taking out
his dog tag from under his heavy gear, showing you your wedding ring and his on
the same chain.
“LIAR!” She stomped and he grasped that all his military training won’t do
any good in this situation.
Rick let go of the chain and lifted his
hands up again:
“The government really wants you, and
him. He is in the spotlight because of
you. You made him even more wanted
than he was. We have metahumans on our side; can you fight an army and more
like you? How strong do you think She
is, hmm? Friendly advice: if you want him to be safer, stay away. I know you
can heal him, but he is just human, how much do you think his body can take?
How long before he gets killed, even with your protection? Stay away!” he tried
to be the brave soldier that he is, feeling the strength of Her scorching heat burning
everything around, ashes and smoke raining down all over.
DARE????!!!!!” She shouted so
loud the ground cracked: “Are you testing US?”
then you spoke again:
“I can see all of them waiting for
your signal to attack, honey,” you
emphasized the word, irked he dares pretending to care, like you wouldn’t sniff
his treachery from a mile away. “So many of them, you are right about that…Do you remember
what I told you last time I saw you? If we ever meet again, I’ll let her kill
you! DO IT, HE’S YOURS!” He backed
out, trying to make a run for it but he couldn’t escape Her hate: he burned like a torch, screaming in agony before he was
able to give them the signal. You snatched the Joker away and disappeared before
they were aware of what happened.
You took him to one of his safe
hideouts and kept him asleep for the rest of the night. But you knew Rick was
right: J was more of a target because of you. They would have probably loved to
cut him up to pieces and study each one under the microscope to see the changes
you inflicted on him, especially with how many times he was healed.
You snuggled with him under the
covers, being so heartbroken it almost felt you had a human soul again.
“I’ll turn their attention towards me
more, don’t worry, I’ll always protect you. I’ll keep them away,” you kept on whispering,
caressing his face and he sighed in his sleep. “I’ll burn the world for you if
I have to,” you leaned over and kissed him over and over again, not wanting to
leave. “Forget about us,” was the
last thing you said to him before you vanished in thin air. After a few seconds
he opened his eyes and moved to the side of the bed, restless, unconsciously
touching his lips, having the dreadful feeling he forgot something very important.
He walks towards the end of the
alley, confused, dragging his feet in the deep snow. The wind amplifies,
making his green hair blow over his face and he fights to keep it in place,
thinking of what he might have forgot about: A meeting? A plan to kill someone?
A heist? Why can’t he remember?!
You watch The Joker from the top of
the building when it washes all over you like a cold breeze: Her warning about the imminent danger
makes you cringe. There are so many SWAT teams slowly surrounding him and you discern
the presence of more enhanced beings such as yourself still keeping their
distance but ready to jump in when needed. They
sure want him badly. And he’s not even aware about what’s about to happen.
Of course you will protect him and kill everything in your way, but there are
so many and he’s just…human in the end. You don’t even know how powerful
those metahumans are. You’ll be fine, you can’t die, but what about him?!
You take a deep breath and make your
decision: you materialize behind him and grab his hand, dragging him inside the
deserted building while he whines because you made him remember you.
“Jeez, kiddo, I didn’t see you all
day!” (it’s really been three months) “Where were you? What’s going on, why are
we here?” he glares around at the old factory, intrigued.
“You’re in danger, they are getting
closer,” you carefully study your surroundings while She rattles everything around, uneasy to feel your distress.
“So?” J scoffs, not understanding. “Protect
me like you always do,” he grins, holding both of your hands in his. He just senses he woke up from a deep sleep
even if he knows he didn’t.Why does
he feel so…different?
“I will, but this is something else,
trust me…” You bite your wrist and Her silver
blood emerges, dripping down on the soiled carpet, sizzling through the fabric.
“What’s going on, kiddo?” The Joker blinks
faster as he sees you bring your hand to his mouth.
“You just need one drop, I don’t want
to do this to you but I have to,” you sniffle, hoping he won’t refuse. “Do you consider
me yours? Do you trust me?” you tug on is purple coat and his answer makes you smile:
“You’re the only one I trust, don’t
you know that by now?”
“Then take it, just one drop, yes? You’re
in grave danger, I will protect you but there are more things going on than you
know and I don’t have time to explain. We
don’t have time! Please, just one drop,” you beg and J touches the silver liquid with his finger, bringing it to his mouth and tasting its acidy flavor.
“I thought you’ll never offer,” he admits, winking.
“Can you feel Her?” you inquire, watching his eyes starting to glow in the
clearest blue you ever saw.
“Jesus, kiddo, what is this?!” he
forcefully inhales and exhales, pressing your palms against his chest.
“It’s me and Her, don’t be scared,” you rest your head on his shoulder,
relieved.“Nobody can’t hurt you again, I don’t have to worry about it,” you hug him tight and he silently laughs, stroking
“You glow so much in that blackness,
I can see you now the way you see me. You light up that darkness, kiddo, I’m
not the only one that shines anymore,” J mutters, kissing your forehead. “Let them come!”
When the first wave of the SWAT team rushed
in, they were able to witness the horrifying sight of the scary metahumans in
front of their eyes for a few seconds before they were shred to pieces: two insanely tall dark
shadows, burning and collapsing everything around with their power, unstoppable
in their hatred for the world and united in their loyalty for each other.
Warnings: (so many), smutty smut smut, bottom!Cas, top!Dean, Dom!Dean, Sub!Cas, rimming, mention of bondage (but not actual), probably a lot more I can’t think of, cussing, fluff… Enjoy. *wipes forehead* phew.
Castiel was happy to be staying at the bunker. He really was. He got to be around Sam and Dean all the time and it was nice having his friends close.
But the bunker was so damn cold. All the time. Cold in the morning. Cold at lunch. Cold while having drinks in the library. Cold every minute of everyday, except when he was sitting close to someone or was in the shower. Most nights he took a shower right before bed so he could be warm enough to go to sleep. But tonight he had no energy for a shower.
So here he was at 3am, still trying to go to sleep but he was shivering. He couldn’t stand it. He needed more body heat.
So he did what he thought was appropriate.
He climbed out of bed, unbelieving that it was even colder outside of the multiple blankets he had on his bed.
He padded to Dean’s room, lightly knocking on the door.
Being a hunter, Dean was a pretty light sleeper. He just didn’t like waking up. He rolled over with a groan, “what? Come in.”
️Castiel cracked open the door, peeking his head in. “Dean, I can’t sleep.”
“Come here. What’s wrong? Need some tea or something? Bees?” He spoke sleepily, eyes only half open.
“I’m too cold. I have three blankets on my bed and I’m still shivering.” Castiel spoke as he walked into the room, closing the door and stepping towards Dean.
“Well that might be because you’re wearing so much. You can’t generate body heat like that, man.”
“But how am I supposed to get warm if-”
“Science. It’s weird. I don’t know. See,” Dean pulled back the covers to show Castiel that he was only wearing boxers and a t shirt. Sometimes he didn’t even wear the shirt. “I’m not wearing very much so my body heat is able to- keep me warm. Circulate and stuff.” He shrugged and pulled the covers back over himself. “So try that.”
Castiel nodded, without hesitation he took off his sweatpants, the shorts he wore under them, and his sweatshirt. Leaving him in the same amount of clothes as Dean.
Dean rolled his eyes. “I meant in your room.“
"I’m even colder!”
“You’re so whiny. C'mere.” Dean mumbled, pulling back the covers again. “Get in.”
Castiel blushed at the offer. “You want me to get into bed with you?”
“Yes. You’re cold. It’s not like I’m trying to cop a feel, dude.” Dean sighed.
Castiel nodded and crawled into bed. Dean added, “Now face away from me…” He nodded as Castiel did as he was told. Dean then wrapped his arms around Castiel’s waist, feeling that Cas really was freezing. “Dude. Are you sure your bed isn’t made of ice?”
“I question that as well. You’re very warm, Dean.”
“I try.” He snorted.
Castiel smiled, and although Dean couldn’t see it, he knew it was there.
“My legs are cold.”
“Oh geez.” Dean tangled his legs with Castiel’s. “Better?”
Dean rolled his eyes, laughing softly. “Now what?”
“My face is cold.”
“You’ve got to be joking.”
“This is not something to joke about, Dean.”
Dean pulled away and gave Castiel a little space. “Roll over. Face me again.”
Castiel did so, curling up against Dean. Dean tangled their legs once more, and wrapped himself around Castiel. Castiel put his face in Dean’s neck, feeling as if that’s where it should go.
“Goodnight, Dean. Thank you.” He smiled against Dean’s collarbone and Dean felt it.
He didn’t think something this platonic, this simple… Could make him feel the way it did.
He felt Cas’ lips high on his chest through his shirt. And- oh… He totally felt Cas’ dick. He wasn’t hard or anything but… He was huge.
Dean sighed, trying to push the thoughts away that have haunted him ever since he met Castiel. Ever since Cas ‘gripped him tight and raised him from perdition’. Something else was about to get raised.
Dean laughed softly at himself for his thoughts and play on words. Then mentally scolded himself.
Castiel stirred a little with Dean’s laugh, pressing their crotches flush together. Dean rolled his eyes. ‘You cannot be serious’ he thought. 'You don’t like Cas. You aren’t gonna get it up for your best friend. Stop thinking. Go to sleep’.
Dean sighed for what seemed like the millionth time that night, closing his eyes and getting comfortable against Cas.
Don’t think. Don’t think. Go to sleep. With Cas. He’s right there. This totally isn’t weird or awesome or anything. It’s just Cas. Beautiful Cas… No. Best friend Cas. The one that Dean totally doesn’t have feelings for. The one he doesn’t eye fuck with all the time. The one who is making him a little hard right now, laying like this. Cuddling. Jesus, they were cuddling.
Dean felt something in his stomach. He couldn’t separate all his feelings. He wanted Castiel’s lips on his, he wanted one of their sets of legs wrapped around the other’s hips. Shit shit shit. No. He shouldn’t be thinking about this. Fuck, he’s getting hard. This is so awkward. Maybe Cas is already asleep. He hasn’t said anything for a few minutes.
“Yeah, Cas?” Dean blushed brightly.
“Your penis is erecting.”
“No- no it’s not. Also, please don’t- don’t use those words.”
“Your dick is getting hard, then.” Castiel restated.
Where the fuck had he learned those words? Dean certainly never talked like that with Cas. Although, maybe he did. “I don’t- it’s not-”
Castiel shifted his hips against Dean’s, making the hunter gasp. “Don’t, Cas. Please.” He begged. He didn’t want this. He didn’t want to want Cas. He didn’t want to need him. Oh, but he really really did.
Castiel mumbled out an apology, brushing his lips against Dean’s neck and he shivered at that.
“Dean, are you cold now?” He asked, concerned about his best friend. Rather than having their legs tangled, Castiel assumed he should do something else. So he hooked a leg around Dean’s thigh, their dicks sliding against each other through their boxers. Castiel understood when Dean made another noise.
“Please. Please stop moving.” Dean groaned.
“I’m sorry. But I know now…” Castiel blushed, gulping. “Should I move my leg back-”
“No. Don’t. Move. I’m begging you, don’t move a muscle. Please just go to sleep.” Dean’s voice was a little broken.
Castiel nodded slightly, pressing his face back into Dean and closing his eyes. He felt his whole body get warm, he could really feel Dean’s dick against his and now as a human his sexual interest was hyped up. He’d thought about having Dean in compromising situations many times, but he never thought he’d actually get here… Maybe now was his chance to act. Especially if he was the reason for Dean’s arousal as he thought.
He wanted to be naked with Dean, grinding, moving, touching, kissing… He wanted Dean’s tongue on his-
“Oh…” Castiel whimpered softly, making Dean go rigid as well as making his eyes go wide.
Castiel absentmindedly rocked his hips forward ever so slightly and Dean cried out. Thank god for the good sound proofing in the bunker.
“Cas, what are you doing?” Dean growled.
“I- I don’t…” He didn’t know what to say, but his erection said it all for him.
“Cas… You’re- you’re hard.” Dean gulped.
“I am.” Castiel stated.
“W- why?” Dean asked hesitantly.
“Because I was thinking about you. And things that I want to do with you.” Castiel’s voice had dropped in octave and been mixed with sandpaper and good god it was hot.
“Sh- shit. I can’t- fucking-” Dean cursed and rolled over on top of Castiel, grinding their hips together harshly. It elicited a magnificent moan from the both of them.
Dean was done denying himself pleasure and happiness. Done being unsure. Done being confused. And done telling himself he wasn’t completely head over heels for his best friend.
Castiel arched up into the older Winchester, head tipping back beautifully as Dean started marking up Cas’ neck.
“Dean!” Castiel whined, squirming beneath the hunter’s touch.
“I can’t wait anymore.” Dean thought aloud. “I need you, Cas.” He made eye contact and Castiel had never seen a look so intense in Dean’s green eyes before. They turned from candy apple green to a forest color, dark and dangerous.
“Mine.” Dean repeated, nibbling Castiel’s earlobe.
Castiel just kept nodding, trying to pull Dean’s shirt off. Dean helped him out with that, and then practically ripped the same article of clothing off the former angel before kissing him hard.
Castiel moaned into Dean’s mouth and he swallowed it happily, one hand searching the nightstand. Dean muttered a “gotcha” as a small bottle came into view. He smirked and scooted back, bringing Castiel’s boxers with him.
Cas’ hardness sprung free, slapping against his stomach as Dean groaned at the sight of it.
Dean leaned down and dragged his tongue up Castiel’s shaft, making him cry out beautifully.
“Dean, Dean, I n- need you. Please.” He muttered out, catching Dean’s attention.
“I know, baby.” He kissed Castiel’s tip before taking off his own boxers, squirting some lube on his fingers.
Castiel’s legs dropped open and Dean fucking lost it. “Screw the lube.” He wiped it on the sheets, something he’d have to clean later, but it would be worth it.
He got on his stomach, putting Cas’ thighs over his shoulders and pressing open mouthed kisses on their insides. He licked a stripe up the crease between Castiel’s leg and crotch on each side, agonizingly slow.
One of Cas’ hands found Dean’s hair while the other twisted into the sheets. Dean’s dick twitched at the sounds his best friend was making. Although, something told him they wouldn’t be just friends after this.
Next, Dean’s lips made their way down to Cas’ hole, kissing it softly before blowing on it. Castiel arched gorgeously, pushing his hips towards Dean’s face. Really, the only thing that would make this better, Dean thought, was if Cas was handcuffed. But Dean didn’t have the patience to move from his spot. Not now.
Dean started eating Castiel out greedily, clawing at his hips and thighs, moaning from the feeling of his hair getting tugged on. Dean got Cas nice and wet before easing a finger into him, and that’s when Castiel was gone. No warning but the moans and whines, and Cas came hard. Dean didn’t intend to make him cum, just get him worked up. He thought Cas would at least know to tell him if he was getting close. Guess not.
But Dean looked up and caught the show. Castiel was exquisite. His stomach muscles flexing, eyes not being able to decide whether they should be wide open or screwed shut, jaw dropped, head tipped back… It was amazing.
Dean started rutting his hips into the mattress, biting his lip so that he could still hear Cas. Dean was never one to get off just watching someone (besides porn of course) or just giving pleasure, but now he couldn’t hold back.
With a whimper and a few more thrusts he was soaking the sheets beneath him. Castiel made eye contact as his orgasm finished and Dean’s began and it was more intense than either of them had ever looked at each other.
“Dean…” Cas whined, moving to lunge down and kiss Dean for the second time ever. It was hot and electric. It was everything both of them ever wanted or needed.
Dean’s muscles relaxed as he finished up and exhaustion came over him. Their lips didn’t separate as Dean guided them towards the head of the bed to lay down and assume their position that got them into this mess.
“I’m so glad you got cold.” Dean laughed.
“Well I’m very very warm now.” Castiel smiled. Dean didn’t get to see him smile very often, especially as a human. It was stunning and he’d do anything to see it from now on.
“Glad I could help.” Dean pecked him on the lips, closing his eyes and letting Cas nuzzle into his chest.
“You always help. That’s what you do, Dean. You help people. You’re a fantastic person.” Castiel smiled warmly, looking up into Dean’s eyes.
The corners of Dean’s eyes crinkled with happiness. “Thank you. And you make a pretty good human, yourself.”
Castiel hummed, closing his eyes and resting his head back down. “Goodnight.” He whispered.
Thank you for your request lovely! Sorry it ended up a bit long!
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My sweater and purse in hand, I flew out of the front door, slamming it behind me. I was almost to my car when I cursed under my breath because I realized I had to turn around.
I sprinted back into my house and grabbed the tabloid that had been the cause of our entire fight. I shoved it in my purse and was out of the front door again.
I continued to hit stop light after stop light. I was attempting to use each one to regulate my breathing and contain my temper. I wanted to arrive with a level head. I did not want to show up and have one tiny tick set me off like a time bomb.
I pulled up to Sehun’s house and was relieved to see Junmyeon’s car still gone. I was afraid that Sehun was going to call him back. I was also afraid his car would be gone as well, but, instead, he was seated on his front porch.
I counted my breaths. Inhale for 5 seconds. Hold for 4. Exhale for 5. It was almost a hypnosis that I had learned to use on myself. If I focused on breathing, I controlled my heart rate.
I sat next to him. We both stared at the sky. The aquamarine tone of it was a beautiful shade. There was a thickness in the air around us.
“The color of the sky is my favorite color of blue,” he said, unexpectedly.
I turned and looked at him. His sharp features were so appealing. His pointed chin that ran into a jawline that could cut glass was very handsome. His bottom lip was tucked between his teeth. His eyes were intense with thought and his brow furrowed deeply.
I could not help but spit out the bitter words, “is that why you cheated on me with her? Because she was fucking wearing blue that day?”
I reached in my bag and pulled out the magazine I had brought with me. I knew he would deny everything, so I needed photographic evidence.
I threw it on the ground, open to the page that had a picture of him and Irene, snuggled in a booth together at a restaurant. His arm was draped around her. Her head was leaned against his shoulder and she was staring at him longingly. He was smiling his genuinely happy smile at her. The one that I saw the day that I had agreed to go out with him. The one that I saw the days he came from tour and saw me for the first time in months. That smile was aimed at her.
She had a pretty, baby blue tank top on.
“I will make myself as blue as I need to if it means you never do this again,” tears were welling up in my eyes and my lungs hurt. I had wanted to stay strong. I had failed. I lost it and had a sob break through the dam of my facade.
He shook his head and stood to his feet.
“Can we do this inside, please? Not in front of my neighbors?” He stormed inside, not waiting for me to even stand.
When I got into the house, I found him pacing through the living room. He kept running his hands through his hair.
“Please, just,” I was attempting to choke out words and failing, “just… tell me what I’m seeing isn’t real.”
He stopped and looked at me.
His hesitation and lack of defending himself shattered me.
“It’s… shit. It’s not as clear cut as that. The world isn’t black and white and sometimes grey areas come up and…”
I cut him off fiercely, “AND WHAT, SEHUN? My world was so dull before you. I was completely colorless. You brought vibrance to my world. I’m fucking color blind without you. But, but I’m not enough?!” I was screaming.
He fell to the couch and covered his face in his hands. His slender fingers draped over his eyes to cover the fact that they were filling with tears. Despite all of it, I wanted to run over and lace my fingers through his. I wanted to make his hurt stop, despite the fact he was causing mine to radiate.
“I… I know that it doesn’t justify it, jagiya,” I felt sick to my stomach as his confession finally flowed out, “but it was just closeness at dinner. I was lonely. I missed your touch. I missed being around you. So I wanted to just, I don’t know, fucking fill it with someone else for the day, I guess?
“We were on tour. I didn’t think anyone would snap any type of shot of it. SM made Red Velvet come out to support the show and she and I just went for food. I just, I was desperate to fill where you were missing.”
My heart sank.
“I’m that easy to replace.” It wasn’t a question.
“No, baby, please,” he immediately ran over to me and put his hands on either shoulder, “no. It isn’t like that. I couldn’t take it any farther because she WASN’T you. I didn’t WANT it to go farther because she WASN’T you. We left almost immediately and both admitted it was wrong. She felt horrible for flirting with me at all.”
“So why try to avoid me today, Sehun? I was willing to do anything to get you to stay, and you didn’t want to talk about it.” My voice was growing smaller each word.
“Because I’m ashamed. I’m fucking ashamed for hurting you. I told you I never wanted to do that. And I did.”
His arms fell to his side, defeated.
My chest rose and sank heavily.
“I should go…” my words trailed off. I grabbed my bag and shuffled toward the door.
“Babe,” he said from behind me as I reached for the knob.
I turned to face him, and was shocked to see that he was closer than I anticipated.
He looked down at me for a moment, and then cupped my face and smashed his lips against mine.
drags a hand down his face, closing his eyes to the massive warehouse full of
various merchandise, and sincerely regrets asking his father for this mission.
He certainly hadn’t wanted to accompany Uncle Kenrou’s group to the western
desert with his brother (of all miserable places), but he also hadn’t realized
at the time that he’d have to track this group of thieves south and east to cut
over nearly the entirety of Hi no Kuni, sneak past patrols from several
different clans (most of whom would love to kill him), and then curve back
upwards to stop within kunai-throwing distance of the Yu no Kuni border.
now he’s finally caught up to his quarry, except they’ve already sold his
client’s priceless (and pointless) trinket to a merchant.
very successful merchant.
who possess an unnecessarily large stock in his opinion and is either the most
disorganized and eclectic woman Izuna’s ever come across or who has evidently
met her soulmate and decided afterwards to implement a color-based
organizational scheme among her products.
makes this night so much better given that to him everything just looks
like a mass of yellows and grays with a scattering of blues.
Hello! I would like to ask advice about a story which takes place on the road to reach a destination. Do you have any tips as to what can possibly happen? I've got the bits and pieces down(imp places they stop at) but I feel like its not enough considering the length of time they travel together(almost 7 days). Also the characters end up falling in love and I would like to develop their emotions slowly, any advice or tips? Thank you in advance and also please take your time!
Thanks for your question, love! I’m currently planning a novel with a similar format (although mine stretches over a much longer period of time), so hopefully some of my thought processes will work for you, too :)
So this is mostly a brainstorming matter, and I can only help so much with that. This kind of story is the essence of the saying, “It’s about the journey, not the destination.” The story itself has to be about the events of the journey, not just the result you want – so now’s the time to think about what you really want the story to mean. Is it about the characters involved and their romantic relationship? Or is it more of a personal, spiritual journey? Why are the characters taking the journey in the first place, and how do you want them to change by the end? You’ll need to know some of this before you can really understand the journey itself.
So once you decide what the story is – a coming-of-age story, a romance story, a political story, a survival story, a religious story, a horror story, etc. – then you can start to brainstorm ideas. You don’t have to stick to one genre, of course. A romance story can have elements of survival or coming-of-age without becoming too busy.
Now, when you brainstorm ideas, you’re going to want to narrow it down to the ideas that fit your theme. You don’t want to clutter the story with cliche or unnecessary scenes (this is what the love triangle did to The Hunger Games, which was already a survival/political/coming-of-age novel). From what you’ve mentioned in your ask, I would suggest scenes that:
expose your characters intimately. This is one of the benefits of a small cast and a simple plot – you get a great opportunity to delve into your characters on their deepest levels. Fewer characters = more time to plan, too, so take a little time and really think about their personalities, their pasts, their quirks. If readers are going to spend the whole story with only a couple of characters, they need to fall in love with those characters… which means you need to fall in love with them, too.
explore the beauty (and the trials) of relationships. In character-driven fiction, relationships are plots, whether romantic or platonic. Create scenes that put unlikely characters together – scenes that force two people to bond or expose their feelings (positive or negative) about each other. With romantic relationships, there’s plenty of potential for readers to fangirl over your main couple, so play into that! Build tension between the love interests, and give them conflict, just like you would any other plot.
showcase your fictional world. Even if your story is set in the real world, use the setting to your benefit. If they’re traveling past a goblin circus, visit that goblin circus, even if it isn’t dangerous or necessarily “intense”. If they’re driving through New York City, let them stop at a family restaurant and get some pizza that actually turns out to be disgusting but they don’t want to seem rude so they just force it down and die laughing at each other’s facial expressions. Whatever conversations your characters have – whatever slow points you have in the story – drop them in colorful, unique settings. Because you can.
provide impossible obstacles. Just because something is character-driven doesn’t mean you shouldn’t have obstacles to overcome. In fact, obstacles are even more important here, because they develop your characters. If your characters are traveling through a forest, make it rain, hard, until it gets muddy and soaking wet and cold and slippery and one of them falls and twists their ankle. If your characters are traveling in a boat, bring in the shark, or the hurricane, or the iceberg. Whatever it takes to challenge your characters, bring it in.
show your sense of humor. Let your characters have fun! Let them joke around! Let them get drunk and dance around the campfire and accidentally catch their shoe on fire and scream into the night, bouncing around on one leg like a deranged flamingo while the other laughs maniacally. Whatever amuses you – whatever makes you smile when you write it – even if it’s out of the blue or random or ridiculous, just do it. You can always delete it later if it doesn’t fit.
That’s all I can really give you without knowing more about the story! If you still need help, be sure to send another ask with more information. Good luck <3
“I pranked Gabriel, the Trickster himself!” You jeered boldly, a bright smile on your face as you boasted to Sam and Dean.
“Y/N, are you sure that was a good idea?” Sam chuckled softly at your glee.
“Did you ever consider he might prank you back?” Dean smirked, leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed and his boots propped up on the surface of the research table.
“Um, well …,” you trailed off, eyes casting themselves down. You had been so focused on making sure your prank went according to plan that you didn’t even think of the consequences. You had literally played with fire.
“No, she didn’t. Bad move, sugar,” Gabriel openly smirked from behind you, his once golden hair now electric blue.
You almost laughed, almost, until you realized you were about to get burned. Bad. “Gabe-”
“Have fun, Y/N. And I mean lots of fun,” Gabriel laughed softly before winking and snapping his fingers.
Suddenly you were in a bed, a nice one at that. The sheets felt as soft as silk and were jet black in color. You shifted beneath them, your eyes immediately jolting open when you realized that you were completely naked. “What the hell, Gabriel?” You gasped out, unbelieving he had done such a thing. But why? Why this?
And then the door opened.
Crowley walked inside his bedroom, one hand tugging at his paisley tie to loosen it around his neck. He definitely wasn’t expecting to see you laying in his bed. Naked. “Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?” He asked, adopting a casual tone to mask his surprise.
Imagine the 12th Doctor posing as the Caretaker at the school where you teach. You’ve traveled with him before, but don’t recognize him because you were with his 11th incarnation.
“May I have your attention, please,” Headmaster Armitage’s staticky voice sounded over the intercom. I stopped writing on the chalk board to hear what the announcement was all about. “Teachers, I am calling for a quick staff meeting in the lounge, please. All teachers in the lounge for a staff meeting at this time. Thank you.”
I furrowed my eyebrows. As soon as the intercom clicked off, I hesitantly set down the piece of chalk, and hurried to the lounge. There must be a change in the lunch duty schedules; Headmaster Armitage hardly ever called a staff meeting unless it was something crucial.
It turned out, the original caretaker, Mr. Atif, had called in sick, so they were expecting a stand-in. A sudden knock on the door signified his entrance. “Ah,” Headmaster Armitage smiled, “here he is.”
A tall figure in a brown coverall holding a broom walked in the door. His appearance made him seem intense: he was considerably old from the wrinkles on his long, narrow face, his soft, gentle smirk contradicted his grey, naturally-arched and menacing eyebrows. His eyes held a mysterious hue behind the stormy color, yet it felt familiar.
“I’m the new caretaker,” he introduced himself in a Scottish accent, giving him a more friendly side to him. “John Smith.”
Scrunching my eyebrows, I bit my lower lip in thought: I used to know someone who used that alias many times. I glanced over at Ms. Oswald whose eyes were wide as saucers.
“Welcome to Coal Hill, Mr. Smith,” Mr. Pink welcomed him, shaking his hand firmly.
“Thanks,” he acknowledged. “Yes, the name’s John Smith. But, you know, here’s the thing: most people just call me..” He trailed off as he caught my gaze. “The Doctor.” He finished.
His eyes held mine for a few moments until he cleared his throat, regaining his composure. “So, if anybody needs me, just, you know, give me a shout. I’ll be in the storeroom just getting the lie of the land.”
The other teachers slowly filed out of the room, losing interest in his speech except for Miss Oswald, who was practically glaring at him. “Yes, nobody’s taking any notice at all,” he continued as I stepped out the door. “Absolutely good news because it means I must be coming across just as an absolutely boring human being like you.”
I turned around to see Ms. Oswald spinning around and mouthing something to him.
“Deep cover,” he said nonchalantly, holding the door. His eyes switched back to me with an awestruck stare. “D-deep cover,” he stammered before shutting the door completely and canceling our impromptu staring contest. Why did he look at me like that, and why did his eyes seem so familiar?
“Does he know you?” Ms. Oswald’s voice snapped me out of my trance.
“N-no.” I stuttered, looking at her suspicious expression. “You seem to, though.”
She shook her head. “Never met him in my life,” she answered quickly.
“Really? Because you sure were giving him what-for with those glares of yours,” I chuckled.
“Well, you seemed to catch his attention every time he looked at you, eh?” She smirked, walking by me. “I’ve got to get to class. Good day, Ms. (L/n).”
“And to you, Ms. Oswald,” I replied, rolling my eyes and making my way back to my classroom, the new caretaker on my mind for some odd reason.
As I walked down the corridor, I noticed the caretaker standing on a ladder trying to fix one of the lights. As I looked a bit closer, I noticed he placed something on the wire that connected it to the ceiling.
“What is that?” I inquired out loud, startling his, his wide eyes glancing around for an excuse.
“Uh, just a new security system, that’s all,” he answered, stepping down the ladder.
“Why would we need one?” I chuckled. “We received a new one at the beginning of the year.”
“Yes,” he hopped off of the last step, “but these will give you more surveillance advantages. You know, keep the kids from doing things like this.” He gestured to a message that read, “Ozzie loves the Squaddie” on the window.
“Courtney,” I grumbled. “I am so sorry, Mr. Smith.”
“Oh, no need to worry, (Y/n). Nothing a little washrag can’t solve.”
I blinked at him as he easily wiped the message away. “How do you know my name?” I pondered in a soft voice.
Mr. Smith froze, turning towards me with a solemn expression. “It’s me, (Y/n),” he said. “I’m back.”
“Back?” I shook my head. “I’m sorry, I’ve never seen you before. You must be mistaken.”
He frowned. “Don’t you recognize me? Didn’t the alias John Smith ring a bell?”
“Alias?” This was all so confusing!
Sighing, he took my hand and mumbled, “Come with me.” Before I could protest, he dragged me out of the building, stopping by a draining grate and dropping one of the devices in it.
“Why would we need surveillance down there?” I snorted. Mr. Smith shrugged and stood from the ground, looking over at Ms. Oswald who was scolding kids for playing football on the chessboard.
“Moving on,” he muttered, grabbing my hand again and leading me to the storage room.
“Mr. Smith,” I groaned, “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t bring me into this room, the kids and staff will talk-”
“And one for luck,” he interrupted as he put another device in the hanging basket next to the door. He turned to me, placing his hands on my shoulders. “Brace yourself, (Y/n) (L/n), for the shock of your life.”
The door swung open, and he led me inside, closing it behind us. “Why’d you bring me in here?” I interrogated. He simply raised his eyebrows and jogged around me.
“Mr. Smith, I mean it,” I slightly raised my tone, following him, “I have no time for…” I froze. My stomach flopped while my heart fell to my feet. The caretaker stood next to a tall, deep-blue Police Box.
“Oh, you know exactly what this is, don’t you?” he mused with a sly smirk, his eyes staring with a mischievous glint.
“Is that…the TARDIS?” I whispered the last word. With a solemn nod, my question was answered. “But where’s the Doctor? Is he in there?” I asked excitedly, wishing to see my old friend.
He gestured for me to follow him in, and I immediately obliged walking in to see a whole new set-up. “He redecorated,” I chuckled. “I don’t like it.” A silent atmosphere settled around the room as my eyes danced around her once again.
“Here,” Mr. Smith coughed, “I think there’s something for you.” He switched a screen on the console on, and a message began to play.
“Is this thing on?” A familiar voice asked. “Is that what the red light means?” The Doctor’s confused face appeared on the screen, the camera shaking as he toggled with it.
My heart fluttered. “Doctor!” I exclaimed, looking up excitedly at Mr. Smith. “It’s him! It’s really him!” He smiled down at me.
“All right,” he cleared his throat. “This is the 11th Doctor. The current date is, uh,” he glanced down at the console, “April 23, 2011.”
“The day he brought me home,” I whispered, looking down.
“You’ll recognize it as the day I took you back home. I’ll be perfectly honest, it was not an easy thing to do,” he sighed. “I left you with no explanation, and didn’t say whether or not I’d see you again, so I’ve decided to make this message.
"First of all, I am terribly sorry it had to be this way; I wish it could’ve been easier, but it wasn’t. Not at all. Secondly, I wanted to let you know that this is my last day to live.” My hands flew up to my mouth. “It may seem to be a shock, but everyone’s story must end sometime, right?”
Tears flooded my eyes. Why would this man want me to watch this? “But, I’d like for you to know something: I’ve found a way out of it.” I raised my eyebrows. “Aha! Gotcha, didn’t i?” He chuckled with his cheeky grin. “Oh, I am clever, aren’t I?”
A watery smile spread across my lips. “Finally, since I have found a way out, I want you to know that I am coming back for you.” Joy filled my heart full enough that I thought I might explode. “But, know this-”
The message was cut short. “What?!” I shouted. “What do I need to know?!” I lunged for the screen. “Doctor!”
“Know that I may not have the same appearance that I have now.” My mouth parted at the sound of Mr. Smith’s voice continuing the message. I slowly turned to him, tears stinging my eyes.
“And, no matter how long it takes, I will find you again. We can pick up our adventures from where we left off.” He took one step closer to me.
“It’s you,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “It’s really you.”
“Hello again, (Y/n) (L/n).” He grinned. My face nearly split in two as I smiled even wider, throwing my arms around his neck. He was taken back at the action, but quickly loosened up and wrapped his long, lanky arms around me.
“I’ve missed you, Doctor,” I sniffled into his shoulder.
“I’ve missed you, as well,” he crooned, running a hand up and down my back.
“Look at you,” I said, pulling back from him and placing my hand on his cheek, gently brushing my thumb over it. “You’ve aged. And the eyebrows… So angry,” I whispered.
“I’m adapting to them as well,” he explained, grabbing my hand and squeezing it. “I’ve made mistakes in the past, and it’s about time that I fixed them.”
“Well, then,” I smirked, “there’s obviously a reason why you’re here, so what’s going on in this school?”
The mischievous gleam in his eyes returned. “I was just going to tell you about that…”
Voices echoed throughout the vast halls of the castle. Children that you did not recognize surrounded you, and you couldn’t help but feel nervous, yet excited. You had dreamed of finally receiving your Hogwarts letter ever since your parents told you about the magical place, and even a young child, you bursted with anticipation and curiosity as you awaited this day.
However, as you got closer and closer to the area known as the great hall, your stomach twisted in apprehension. Questions swirled like a vortex in your mind What if you got sorted wrong? What if no one liked you? What if you messed up on the first day of class and everyone stared at you?
Your inner fest of negativity was interrupted by someone talking to you.
“Hey, are you okay?” spoke the voice of what you assumed to be one of the other students.
You turn to see that the voice did in fact come from one of the other first years. This particular one had hair that seemed rather curly and fluffy, as if it had a mind of its own, and his cheeks were rosy and dotted with an array of freckles. He seemed rather anxious, but you were as well.
“Oh, um, yes I am, just…nervous I guess,” you responded, “I’m afraid I won’t get into the right house.”
The boy’s face fell, as he was confused as to why you would think such a thing. In all honesty he thought of you as very friendly and nice, despite only knowing you for a few moments.
“I’m sure you’ll get into a great house, all of them are great in their own ways,” he paused momentarily before going on to extend his hand, “My name is Newt Scamander.”
“Y/n Y/l/n, you responded with a smile, feeling your anxiety being replaced with excitement.
Before you knew it, it was your turn to approach the sorting hat. Your heart began to leap around in your chest again, for the moment of truth had arrived. You were finally going to know what house you were in. Part of you had hoped to get Hufflepuff, since your new friend Newt had already been sorted there. You were excited to have a friend rather quickly, but you didn’t want to lose him if you were in opposing houses, especially if there was conflict between them. You closed your eyes, trying to push any horrible thoughts out of your brain. You remembered to breathe in and out, in and out, in and-
“Hufflepuff!” the sorting hat bellowed as you excitedly skipped down to the table packed with your new housemates. You received many smiles and nods of approval, but you were thrown off when you were tackled into a hug by nine other than Newt Scamander.
“See I told you that you would get into a good house” he beamed. It was only your first day and things were already starting to look quite promising.
Years began to slip by as you continued year after year at Hogwarts. You ended up discovering that you had quite to talent for herbology, and it was almost as if you didn’t need to try to get the plants to cooperate with you, they just did. Another thing that you discovered was that you and Newt were very compatible, sometimes almost too compatible since in every class you shared you had to be placed on separate sides of the room due to ‘excessive giggling’ when seated near one another. You two were practically inseparable, as loyal to one another as two Hufflepuffs could be.
Over this time you had also developed an attraction to a certain boy as well, and this was none other than the creature-loving Newt himself. You hadn’t planned on it. You saw him as your best friend, however, as the two of you grew older, shared more secrets, and went on more adventures out into the forest, your view changed. He had grown into an attractive teen, there was no doubt about that, with his swooping hair, thin yet toned body, and crystal eyes, he was breathtaking. But you fell for his heart as well, and his mind, and his love for creatures, and mostly for of course, himself. He was a different kind of person in your eyes. He was unlike his brother who was more athletic and interested with attracting all the girls, and instead he was one of the sweetest and intelligent people you had come to know. Unfortunately for you, there were reasons why you couldn’t be with him.
And one reason was Leta.
You hadn’t really liked her all that well, and you only really accepted her because Newt did and that’s what friends do, they accept others despite differences. But Leta, oh Leta, she was a taker. Newt would do everything for her, he would always put her first above you or even himself sometimes, and it worried you. The two grew closer and closer every day, and it was only a matter of time before you lost Newt to her.
You wished hat Newt would treat you the way Leta was treated, but even if you couldn’t be with him romantically, you still couldn’t lose your best friend. You had lost far too many in the past as they found you weird or boring so they just, dissapearred like a shadow in the night
You walked to head out of the common room to think, but you accidentally ran into Newt and Leta. The two were next to one another, giggling and looking at some of the findings on creatures he had, the finding that you two had went out to discover together, before Leta made her appearance. Leta’s eyes locked with yours and a slight smirk appeared as she laced her hand into Newt’s. He looked down and blushed a bit, while you understood what it meant. You were not needed here anymore. He didn’t need you to make him happy. With tears in your eyes, you rapidly left to roam the grounds, away with only your thoughts to guide you.
About an hour later you found yourself in the owlrey with pockets stuffed with some leftover ‘owl friendly’ snacks. You of course had to ask some of the house elves in the kitchen as to which food owls eat, which not only earned you a few questionable replies but also multiple items that were allowed to be fed to the winged creatures. Though it was a strange place to go to and think, you didn’t mind it one bit. You extended your arm, allowing Phester, one of the older barn owls, perch onto your arm. The owls were basically your friends, as you had been coming here since your second year, even causally bringing Newt along as well. You stroked Phester’s wings cautiously and began to relax a bit, until he suddenly flew towards the top area. You wondered what could have startled him to fly away so fast, but your answer came when Newt stumbled and tripped into the owlrey by himself.
“Y/n, there you are! I didn’t know where you ran off to and I’ve been looking all over. Are you okay, you seemed sort of upset when you ran out of the common room.”
“I’m fine Newt, can you please leave me alone now?”
Your nose twitched, instantly indicting that you were lying.
“Y/n, you’re lying, your nose is twitching. Tell me please, I’m your best friend.”
Tears formed and you lowered your voice, too overcome with nervousness to go any louder, “But you’re going to stop being my best friend.”
“What? Who said that?”
“You sniffled, “You and Leta are close now, there’s no more room for me. You have her, you don’t need me.” Your tears came out in sobs now as it felt as if your heart had been ripped out of you and stepped on. You couldn’t lose Newt, he meant so much to you.
Newts own eyes began to fill with tears too. He didn’t mean to hurt you like this, to cause you pain and sadness. He was trying to be as kind as he could to Leta, but he didn’t realize that the one he cared for most was being tortured by him unknowingly in the process. He walked over to you and wrapped you into a warm and comforting hug, something he had done since you two first became friends. His embrace was warm, and your hot tears soaked into his sleeve.
“I would never leave you and you won’t lose me, you’re the most important person to me, besides, Hufflepuff are loyal aren’t they?”
You giggled a little at his comment, earning you a smile from him. All of a sudden it were as if time froze. He stared down while you stared up, losing one another in each other’s eyes. He started to lean in to capture your lip, and you gracefully locked yours with his. His chapped lips brushed against your soft and plump ones, and each meted together in passionate harmony. His hand lightly stroked you cheeks, removing any tears that were left. He kissed you like it was his last action, his last breath, his last act before he died. All of the passion and desire you two held for one another laid hidden, but now it was free. When you broke apart, he just looked at you in marveling wonder.
“You’re so beautiful Y/n.”
You blushed, but also worriedly asked, “But what about Leta, aren’t you dating her?”
“Merlin’s beard no Y/n, she’s, well she’s a friend, and plus, I’ve been trying to think of a way to ask you out all year.”
“Of course, you’re stunning Y/n, and it’s hard to picture that you’d fall for a guy like me.”
“Well, it turns out that I did,” you said as you kissed him once more.
Months flew by and the Yule Ball had finally arrived. Newt anxiously awaited for you to come out in your gown, and when you did, he was mesmerized. Your hair flowed naturally as your eyes seemed even more intense than before. Your beauty radiated from your smile and from your gown which was a striking shade of (your favorite color). Newt couldn’t even begin to understand how he had gotten so lucky. He remembered how terrified he was to ask you, despite the fact that you two had been dating for over a year. He figured he would say yes, but every time he saw you the butterflies in his stomach acted up. Lacing your hands together, you had gone off to enjoy yourselves for the night.
When the slow dance came on, Newt seemed more nervous than usual, and his face looked as if he were sweating a bit. His hands settled on your waist as your hands rested behind his neck, pulling you two closer. You took in everything, the scenery, the earthy smell of Newt, the sound of the music softly playing in the background. It was all so beautiful.
“Y/n?” asked Newt, “I-I have to tell you something.”
You got nervous but nonetheless asked, “What is it Newt?“
“I Love you Y/n,” he gushed. You were shocked, for the two of you had not exchanged the words before. You pulled him close and into a heated and passionate kiss.
“I love you too Newt. So much that it hurts.”
You rushed down the halls, practically shoving people out of the way on your way to the train station. Tears filled your eyes again and you didn’t even care that you were about to miss class. Newt Scamander had been expelled from Hogwarts.
When you received the news, you felt faint, like the rug from underneath ou had been pulled away leaving to crash to the ground. It wasn’t his fault, he took the blame for Leta, but he always took the blame for Leta. It didn’t matter what you pleaded, no one believed that Newt wasn’t at fault. You stood up for him, but you were of course knocked down. You remembered to give Leta extra scowls of unforgiveness, as if she hadn’t been involved, Newt wouldn’t be sent away, he would be in his bed asleep or studying for class or findng hippogriffs in the forest. He couldn’t leave, he couldn’t leave you. Your heart felt as if it were smashed into a million shards, each turning back to stab what was left of you. When you arrived at the station, you saw Newt sitting on his trunk with tears falling down his face. He was broken, anyone with eyes could see that. You stopped running and he looked up to see you, instantly choking on his sobs.
“Y/n I’m so sorry, I love you I’m sorry I’m a terrible boyfriend I’m horrible to you I’m so sorry,” he rambled through his tears and your own.
“Shh Newt I promise you’re not terrible, I love you I love you I love you.”
“But what do we do, I won’t be here anymore, I don’t want to break up I love you I can’t be without you!” he bawled while furiously rubbing his eyes.
“Newt, I promise you that we will be okay. You will be okay. Everything will be okay. I promise that we will find each other, and I’ll even write you all the time. I won’t give up on us okay,” you whispered, combing your smaller hands through his haor. When his breathing slowed, the train had arrived to take him away from the school he loved. He pressed more kisses on your face, mumbling ‘I love you’ in between them. Before he picked up his trunk he turned to you.
"Y/n, promise me that you’ll stay in school here okay? Don’t do anything stupid, promise me that you’ll finish your education, for the both of us.”
“I promise Newt, you sniffled. With a final embrace he boarded the train. The whistle blew and the engine began to pump once more. As it pulled away you saw Newt’s broken composure in the window, all alone.
Tears continued to fall even after the train had pulled away completely.
“I promise Newt,” you whispered to yourself, “I promise.”