this was my second attempt at this ok

Let Me Love You

Originally posted by dean-winchester-crush

Let Me Love You by evansrogerskitten

Dean x Reader 

Reader is getting over a bad breakup and ready for a rebound hook up. Thankfully she meets a gorgeous green-eyed stranger who is down for a night of bliss.

Warnings: This is pure Smut. NSFW, Explicit, hook up sex, fingering, oral, anal play, language, alcohol. So basically my usual. | WC: 3183 | On AO3

A/N: This is for @luci-in-trenchcoats‘s 2K Follower Challenge, and an addition to my album challenge for @mrs-squirrel-chester‘s Album Fanfic Challenge. 

I met Sam when he came to the university library one afternoon. He was sweet, funny, and a little nerdy. It seemed like I never met nice guys anymore. And after my disaster of a relationship and subsequent nasty breakup, it was nice to be interested in someone again.

“So you’ve been in Amherst for a few days?” I asked, shuffling through discarded books on the table.

Sam studied the maps in front of us for a moment, before he focused on my question. “Yeah, my brother and I are working here on a job.”

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Lynxgriffin did a Night in the Woods request stream a few days ago.  The cute Gregg/Angus was the one I requested.  I asked if it would be ok if I took a stab at coloring it and was told ok :3 !  I got halfway through coloring this the first time before I realized I just didn’t like how it was going.  So this is my second attempt =O

Lineart done by @lynxgriffin !  Thank you for the stream and giving permission for me to color this =D

Edit:  Holy cheese!  This has gotten so many likes and reblogs!  Thank you =D

Broken Smiles and Heavy Hearts

Plot: Dan and you have been friends for ages, and yet, he still doesn’t know how you feel about him. When you have a panic attack and he looks after you, you’re forced to tell him you like him because you can’t do it anymore.

Warning: maybe pretty angsty idk?? Panic attack happens so please don’t read if it will trigger you. Remember, if you do suffer from any mental illness, my ask box is always open, and I’m never too busy to help. Also, I hope it’s really fluffy, but it does get a little bit heavy at the end.  

Pairing: Dan Howell x nonbinary!reader (or gender neutral/ any gender because no pronouns are really used)

Notes: is gender neutral and uses gender neutral terms to describe the reader. They/Them pronouns are used. Also, I really enjoyed writing this, and before people come at me saying I shouldn’t glorify a mental illness, please stop. I personally have anxiety attacks, and know multiple people who also do, so it’s not as if I’m talking from a inexperienced point of view. As well, I’d like to point out that when writing this, I consulted one of my friends who does have panic attacks and we agreed that perhaps, by writing this and things like this, us writers could bring awareness to a topic that is shrouded and often wildly distorted by a huge stigma.


“Y/N? Where are you?”

Dan’s worried voice came from outside the room and I took deep breaths, trying so hard to hold myself together when everything inside me was falling apart. It wasn’t like this was the first time I had ever had a panic attack, but usually my anxiety attacks included dissociation and paralysis, not hyperventilating, and anyway, this was the first time Dan had ever been so close to finding out.

Since we'd first became friends, I’d hinted at it multiple times, and after making speeches and being an advocator for dealing with mental health in teens, Dan had had an idea that I suffered from something and yet, until recently, he hadn’t known what exactly what it was.

And yet, despite trusting him with nearly everything for the past 5 years, I couldn’t bring myself to let him see me like this.

As I hear the door to my room open, the hysteria in my mind rises, and my breathing becomes even more erratic at the thought of Dan finding me. My thoughts are like an ocean, pulling me in, momentarily submerging me, always taking my breath, making me choke on the water, and yet, at the horrible end of it all, I’m stuck on the shoreline, wishing I was dead.

It’s a constant heaviness in my mind, tugging at my happiness and distorting everything until I’m scared for my life. It’s a hunger burning away at my mind, and the demons just can’t be satisfied.

I tried calming myself, but I know by now it’s too late.

“Y/N…” I hear someone open the door and drop to their knees just in front of me.

I open my eyes and desperately focus on the two brown ones around a metre away.

“Hey, Y/N. Don’t worry. I’m here and I’m not leaving you. I won’t come any closer, unless you want me to, but I’m not going anywhere.”

His voice is laced with worry, and you can momentarily tell he’s holding back tears.

“I want you to breathe with me ok? I know it’s hard, but can you try for me?”

I nod, my hands shaking as I reach out for his. He takes them immediately, and holds them gently, moving a few inches closer so I don’t have to stretch.

“Inhale,” the sound of his deep breath in sounds like bragging to my panicked lungs, but I know he’s only trying to help so I attempt to replicate his breathing patterns, “Exhale.”

After a while, my breathing has become a little more normal, and Dan begins to stand up, letting go of my hands, causing the hysteria to begin creeping back, “Hey, hey I’m sorry. It’s ok. I’m just getting your meds ok? They’re still under your pillow right?“

As soon as he says this, I calm down a bit and nod, keeping the breathing patterns as I wait for him to sit back down. Within seconds, his butt hits the floor just across from me, and he hands me a glass and two pills.

Suddenly, after what seems like hours of us breathing in time, I become acutely aware of my exhaustion and gesture for Dan to come closer.

“Dan.” His head lifts immediately, and his eyes flicker with worry as he mumbles assurances, gripping my hand just a little tighter.

“Y/N. How are you now?”

“Better. But I’m tired.”

“Oh.” He looks confused and takes a moment to think before coming back with a reply, “Um. I don’t know if you can sleep. I mean what do you usually do after an attack?”

“It’s bad for some people, but if I get tired, I sleep, as long as someone is there with me. Like, in case it happens again.” I know it’s wrong to make him stay with me out of pure selfishness but something tells me he won’t mind.

“Do you want me to stay in here then?” He questions, allowing me to rest my head on his shoulder.

My fingers wrap around his bicep as I mumble my answer, “Yeah. If you don’t mind.”

“Nah, I just wanna make sure you’re ok. Anyway, it’s getting late. You should probably get changed.”

It’s in this moment, you become aware of the mess you probably look. Your clothes are practically drenched in sweat and your hair is sticking up in every direction.

“Can I wear one of your shirts?” I whisper, my lips accidentally brushing against his collarbone. A blush rushes across my cheek and I notice his body clench slightly.

“Um sure. I don’t want to leave you to go get one though….” He replies, making the air a little less awkward as he turns to look at me properly.

“Can I just wear yours?” I question, pulling my face away so I don’t end up kissing his shoulders again.

A moment of silence passes, and I seem to have made it awkward all over again.

“Yeah… um hold on a second.”  I turn my head as he pulls his shirt off.

It’s stupid but I feel so damn in love with him right now. And not just because he’s half naked.

He turns back towards me, and passes me his shirt, covering his stomach and chest as I change.


Before I know it, we’re lying in the bed, only centimetres away from each other.

“Why did you cover your chest? I mean, it’s not like you’ve got boobs.”

He stifles a laugh and after composing himself, replies with something that breaks my heart.

“Uhh. Well, I’m not cute or sexy and I don’t have a six-pack. I guess my low self-esteem got the better of me again.”


“It’s true so…” For the second time today, I can see him holding back the tears and again, it breaks my heart.

“You dumbass. You fucking dumbass. How can you not tell?” I say, the anger getting the best of me.

But I’m not angry at him. I’m angry at the world for making him feel like this.

“What?” His head whips around to face me.

“You’re the cutest thing I’ve seen, and it hurts when you say stuff like that. You  can look after me, and Phil, and your fans, and yet you can’t look after yourself. You’re so fucking handsome, and I don’t understand how you can’t see that. Whenever I see you, my heart skips a fucking beat because I just can’t seem to get over the fact that I’m lucky enough to love you.“


“Yeah Dan. I love you. I know you don’t feel the same, but I love you.” I confess, my heart thumping double time.

“Who says I don’t feel the same?” He whispers, his hands resting either side of me, as he props himself up.  

“Dan. Can you kiss me?” I say, looking up at him through half closed eyes.

“Your wish is my command.” He shortly closed the gap between us and soon he gently falls on top of me, his arms giving way as he reaches for my waist and my hands run through his curly hair. The feel of his skin against mine is better than I’d imagined. His lips map out my skin, going anywhere and everywhere; he’s kissing my lips, then my neck, then my jaw. My hands stroke his bare chest and his hands travel up my borrowed shirt.

“I love you goddamnit. So fucking much. I just want you to know that I love you and I have for a while. I’m sorry for not telling you.” He whispers against my skin, and I stop to play with his curly hair.

“I love you too Dan. And I’m sorry for not telling you about my anxiety.“   

“Don’t worry. Phil accidentally let slip and I prepared myself in case it was gonna happen.”

“I love you.” I say again, pulling his hair as he lies on top of me.

"You’re such a dork.” I laugh, and he entwines our hands together.

“But you love me for it.”

“Damn right."  

What Should Have Been Said (Jumin x MC)

You confront Jumin the next day about his feelings.

Word Count: 793

Wow! I’m so glad to see so many of you enjoyed my latest prompt it’s been oddly swarming in my head and I’m glad I was finally able to get it out! Due to the good reception and others asking I do so, I decided to do a second part to conclude it! Thank you, and have a splendid day!

Also, I’m such a mess ok I just finished The Office I’m a sobbing mess watch it please.
The sunlight had been pale in Jumin’s office as he attempted to do his work.

Yet, his attempts weren’t quite working.

He couldn’t focus in the slightest.

You infested his mind endlessly, thoughts of the day before constantly drenching in thoughts.

He didn’t regret telling you, but your reaction had sent his heart cracking and splitting like unsteady ice upon a lake.

He hadn’t even seen you when he arrived this morning.

You would usually rush towards him, somehow always having some sort of story to tell the moment he walked through the door.

He missed it.

Yet he also noticed something else.

The man you’d been with wasn’t at work.

He had been perfectly healthy the day before, so why was he gone?

Was it because of Jumin?

Perhaps a bit of him hoped so.

He was torn from his thoughts as a knocking came at the office door, oddly soft and light as if they were a bit scared.

He narrowed his eyes curiously, gesturing. “Come in.”

And to his surprise, you stepped in.

You kept your gaze glued to the floor before you stood before his desk, not even bothering to sit.

Jumin simply stared wide-eyed, his lips parted as though he wanted to speak.

But this time, something held him back.

You let out a deep breath, lifting your head to look at him, tensing.

“I-I um… I thought about what you said,” You murmured. “I couldn’t s-stop thinking about it.”

You continued, trying to cool down your tone. “A-And I-I realized something.”

“…What’s that?” He managed to say, his voice breathless, endless scenarios scattering his mind.

“I…I love you too.” You said, laughing weakly. “I have for a long, long time. But I always thought you’d be with s-someone rich and famous t-too. And I mean…I’m nothing like that. I-I mean why would you ever even want me-”

You were stopped.

“You make me happy,” Jumin exclaimed. “You make me happier than I ever thought possible. I hardly even knew what happiness was before I met you and now I can’t help but smile and laugh whenever I’m with you. You make me feel like I’m an honest, true, and good person.” He sighed. “I’ve loved you since the day you first said hello to me.”

Your eyes widened to the size of saucers, pink sprinkling your cheeks. “R-Really?”

He stood up from his desk, rounding towards you, gingerly taking your hand.

“Without a doubt.” He ran a gentle thumb over your knuckles, his heart swelling with adoration.

“I broke up with him.” You sputtered. “H-he left. H-He asked if it was because of you, he told me he always knew something was going on.”

“How so?”

“He said, that just the way you looked at me when I talked to you, or walked into a room was like I raised the sun-o-or I hung the stars.” Your breath hitched, tears threatening to spill upon your cheeks. “A-And whenever he would mention you around me I-I’d just start smiling.”

Jumin pulled you to him as you broke into coughs, burying your face in the crook of his neck as he wound his arms around you protectively. 

“I-I’m so sorry I didn’t even realize.” You whimpered, clenching tightly onto his coat as though it were a lifeline. “I-I wish I k-knew sooner-”

“I would’ve waited a thousand years if that’s what it took MC,” Jumin laughed softly, his own gaze glossy. “You are worth a million lifetimes of waiting. Don’t worry.”

You lifted your head, wiping away the tears as you ruffled his hair, pressing a chaste kiss to his nose. “You don’t have to wait anymore. I’m not going anywhere. I promise.” 

He tipped his forehead against yours, cupping your face with his hands as his smile only seemed to widen.

“Neither am I darling.”

And the future he dreamed of, seemed brighter than ever.

For you were by his side.

What Do YOU Want? Pt. 9

A Kwon Jiyong series ft. Kim Jiwon

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Word count: 4,200+

Summary: The most important person in the world to you can appear most often when you least expect it. But through everything, you can’t forget about you and your own happiness. Who are you happy with? Who is the best for you?

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 … Part 10

(A/N: Yikes! The word count is just going to get longer and longer honestly. We’re approaching some really good content so bear with me, guys! There’s a lot going on in this part, but as always: please enjoy!)

Originally posted by ibmariji

You’ve never been the type of person who liked surprises, especially when it came to your birthday. The one and only time anyone had ever attempted to throw you a surprise party resulted in you unintentionally punching one of your childhood friends in the mouth. Another time came in the middle of a haunted corn maze when you kicked a man wearing a clown mask, yielding a fake chainsaw in between his legs for attempting a jump-scare.

Having someone show up unexpectedly to your door wasn’t going to result in you decking them across the face, but it being your birthday definitely had you putting your guard up. A million possibilities danced through your mind as to who the hell it could be.

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Congrats, Dad (Ant X Reader)

WC: 2119 

Summary: Reader is pregnant and is afraid to tell Ant. Mother Philippa swoops in and saves the day.

Warnings: Pregnancy, allusions to smut, smut lite at the beginning, mom friend Pippa

“Ant! Babe, I’m home!” I called, walking through the doors of our apartment, my hands full of groceries. “In here.” Anthony called from the living room. I smiled and placed our groceries on the kitchen counter. I walked into the living room and Anthony smiled widely at me from the couch. “Sit with me babe.” He said and I chuckled, obeying his wish. As soon as I sat down he pulled me into a side hug, his head resting in the crook of my neck. “Well hello to you too.” I said playfully, pressing a kiss to his temple. Anthony smirked and pressed a light kiss to my neck. “How was your day baby?” He said, fiddling lightly with the hem of my shirt. “Well, my boss, who usually is a placid kind of guy, decided to lose his shit today. That led to a very productive yet stressful day. I swear my neck is semi-broken from having to look down at my desk all day.” I said, sighing as I ranted about my less than ideal day. Anthony frowned and he removed his arm from around my waist. “That’s terrible. He didn’t yell at you, did he?” He said, looking at me with worry in his eyes. “I mean he shouted a little in my general direction, but.” I said, shrugging my shoulders slightly. “Y/N, you shouldn’t have to deal with that.” Ant said, something unrecognisable glinting in his eyes. “Ant, babe, I’m fine. It’s nothing that hasn’t happened before.” I said and Ant clenched his jaw, clearly unhappy. I had to admit that he looked incredibly hot doing that. He suddenly pulled me into a passionate kiss, his arms encircling my waist. I kissed back with fervour and Anthony let out a low moan. We broke apart, panting slightly, a smirk on Anthony’s face. “Should we take this some place more private?” Anthony asked, his voice low. I let out a short laugh and he looked at me quizzically. “Ant, we’re in our apartment. Everywhere is private.” I said and Anthony rolled his eyes, clearly frustrated. “You know what I meant Y/N.” Anthony said and I almost gulped in nervousness. He suddenly attached his lips to mine in a heated kiss and picked me up, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck and ran my fingers through his hair. He let out a moan and I smirked into the kiss. He broke the kiss briefly and took a hand off my waist to open the bedroom door. He placed me on the bed and I looked up at him, noticing the sheer lust that glazed over his eyes. “Now, where were we?”

Four weeks later

“I’ll try to be at the theatre between shows babe.” I said and Anthony frowned, pecking my forehead. “No Y/N, you’re sick. You’re going to stay here, ok?” He said and I sighed, realising that fighting with him was useless. “Ok. I’ll see you tonight?” I said and Anthony nodded, smiling brightly. “I’ll see you tonight.” He repeated before kissing my cheek lightly. I waved goodbye to him as he closed the apartment door behind him. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding and grabbed my phone, immediately dialling Pippa. “Hey Y/N!” She said cheerfully, picking up almost instantly. “Hey Pip.” I said, my tone nowhere near as bright as hers. “Are you ok?” Pippa asked, sensing that something was off. “Yes and no. Can you come over?” I asked, almost pleading her. “I’ll be there in 5.” Pippa said and I smiled, hanging up the phone. I got off the couch and began pacing, wondering how she would react to the news I had. My pacing was suddenly interrupted by a loud knock on the door. “It’s me!” Pippa said and I swung the door open. Pippa smiled warmly at me before engulfing me in a hug. She rubbed my back and I smiled into the crook of her neck. “What’s up Y/N?” Pippa asked once I broke the embrace. I grimaced and sat down on the couch, Pippa following suit. “Pip, I, uh. I’m pregnant.” I said quietly and Pippa beamed at me, letting out a squeal of joy. “Oh my god Y/N, congratulations!” Pippa said, pulling me against her side. I smiled weakly at her, and she raised an eyebrow in confusion. “You don’t seem happy about this news.” She said and I let out a shaky breath. “It’s just, I don’t know how Ant will react. We’re not even married yet, God.” I said, feeling tears well in my eyes. Pippa rubbed the small of my back soothingly, looking at me with pity. “Y/N, trust me when I say that Anthony loves you no matter what. The boy would jump off a bridge if you told him to.” Pippa said and I chuckled slightly, knowing that her words were true. “And I love him. It’s just, we’re young and I’m nervous that he’ll have to drop out of Hamilton to look after me. He loves that show so much.” I said and Pippa frowned at me. “He loves you more than the show, I promise you.” She said and my lips turned up in a small smile. “How do I tell him?” I whispered and Pippa sat quietly for a moment, lost in thought. She suddenly let out a gasp and I nearly jumped at the noise. She nearly leapt off the couch, beckoning for me to follow her. “What master plan have you come up with, Soo?” I asked curiously, following her into the kitchen. “Can you bake?” Pippa asked and I nodded hesitantly, now incredibly nervous. “That’s good. Where are your baking supplies?” She asked and I pointed to a shelf in the pantry. She smiled and made her way to the shelf, pulling out various ingredients. “Philippa Soo, what the hell are you doing?” I questioned as she pretty much emptied my pantry onto the kitchen counter. “You’re going to bake a cake and on the top write ‘congrats dad’ and give it to Ant after today’s matinee show.” Pippa said and I nodded in agreement, realising that it was actually a good idea. She clapped and pressed a kiss to my cheek. “Told you it was a brilliant idea.” She said before pulling out her phone. She gasped and I looked up at her in confusion. “I’ve gotta be at the theatre now. I’m so sorry Y/N, but text me when the cake’s done.” Pip said and I nodded, glancing at the ingredients on the counter. “Great. See you later Y/N.” She said before waving at me as she walked out the door. I sighed and looked at the kitchen counter. I grabbed my phone and pressed shuffle on my music, chuckling as the opening chords to Alexander Hamilton filled the apartment. I began to sing along as I measured out the ingredients, praying to god that Pippa’s idea would work.

A few hours later

I looked at the completed cake, a proud smile on my face. It was a chocolate cake topped with buttercream icing, and written in blue on the top was 'Congrats, dad!’. I looked at my watch and saw that it was just after 3, meaning the matinee performance had finished. I took in a deep breath and texted Pippa.

Y/N: Cake’s all done. I’m on my way over now.

I picked up the cake, and was about to open the door when I heard my phone buzz.

Pip 👌🏻: AAH! I’m so excited. Ant will be over the moon, I promise.

I smiled and shot her a couple of emojis before turning off my phone, shoving it in my pocket. I made my way to the elevator, carrying the carefully covered cake. I hailed a taxi and gave the driver the necessary address, sinking back into the seat. Once we had arrived I thanked the driver and handed him the money, making my way out in a manner that protected the cake. I let out a sigh and approached the Richard Rogers theatre, hoping that the cake was still in tact. “Y/N! What a lovely surprise. Ant told us you were sick.” James, the security guard said and I chuckled nervously. “That’s partially true James. Still, I come bearing baked goods.” I said and he chuckled, gesturing for me to walk in. I smiled at him once more before making my way through the maze of backstage corridors. I saw that the 'break room’ door was open, and I heard Michael Jackson playing from inside. I chuckled at the predictability of my friends and knocked lightly on the door. “Come on in!” I heard Lin shout and I rolled my eyes, pushing the door open slightly. “Hey guys!” I said and I was met with a series of cheers and smiles from everyone but Anthony. “Y/N, how are you? Ant here told us you were sick.” Daveed asked and I nodded halfheartedly. “That’s partially true Diggs, but I’m well enough to visit my boyfriend and the rest of you. Also, I brought cake, so.” This earned cheers from the cast, and even Ant cracked a small smile. I put the cake down on the bench near the sink and Oak made his way over, attempting to pull the cover off. I smack his hand lightly and he  stared at me with fake hurt. “Not yet Onaodowan.” I said and he chuckled, raising his hands in mock surrender. “Ok, ok. Nice pronunciation by the way.” He said and I smirked, shrugging my shoulders. “All in a days work.” I said and Oak laughed. Pippa coughed from behind Oak and he looked over at her. “Can I speak with Y/N for a second?” She said and Oak nodded curiously, moving to the side. “How about we talk outside?” I said and Pip nodded, taking my wrist and leading me out the door. “You feeling ok?” Pippa asked and I nodded, looking up at her with determination. “I’m doing this.” I said and Pippa smiled brightly at me. We walked back inside and I suddenly saw a very confused Anthony hovering over the now uncovered cake. “Uh, Y/N?” He said and I hummed in response. “Why does this cake say 'Congrats, dad!’ Did you pick up the wrong cake at the bakery or something?” Anthony said and I shook my head, my stomach churning. “No. I made it.” I said and I heard a few gasps from the people who’d put two and two together. Anthony still looked confused so I let out an annoyed sigh. “What the hell?” Anthony muttered and I heard an exasperated sigh come from Jasmine. “You idiot, she’s pregnant!” She said and I glanced over at Jasmine, who looked like she immediately regretted her words. I shot her a sympathetic smile and then looked over at Ant, whose eyes were wide and his jaw slack. “Y/N, is what Jasmine said true?” Ant whispered, the entire room quiet. I nodded slowly, and I watched as the look on his face changed from confusion to outright joy. “Oh my god, you’re pregnant.” Ant said and I nodded, feeling tears well in my eyes. I heard a loud whistle, presumably from Daveed, and I brought Ant into a loving embrace. “We’re gonna be parents. My god I love you so much.” Anthony whispered in my ear, his lips brushing against my skin. “I was so nervous about telling you. The cake was Pip’s idea.” I said and he chuckled, letting go of me. “Thanks Pip!” Ant shouted and the rest of the cast chuckled. “You’re welcome!” She replied with equal enthusiasm. “Congratulations you two. You’re gonna be incredible parents, I have no doubt.” Lin said, clapping us both on the shoulder. I smiled at him warmly as Ant pressed a kiss to my cheek. “I see you all eyeing off that cake. Go on.” I said and everyone chuckled as they made their way over to the bench that housed the cake. “How long have you known?” Anthony asked and I chuckled at his unintentional reference to the show. “A month or so.” I said and Anthony shook his head. “I can’t tell if you’re being serious or just quoting the show.” He said and I pecked his lips. “A little bit of both.” I said and he laughed, pulling me into another hug. “We’re going to have a family of our own in a few months. I can’t believe it.” Anthony said wistfully, placing a lingering kiss to my forehead. “Believe it.”

imaginary friend!mark

Originally posted by markjin

  • here he comes!! the cutest ghost boy! mark tuan!!!
  • you asked for it @aestheticekso
  • so the thing about imaginary friends is that essentially, they are ghosts that died protecting someone
  • however, imaginary friends dont really recall the lives they had before they died, so they kind of have no purpose other than popping up every once in a while and wandering around the earth, attaching themselves to souls until they remember their past. they have the power to move on if they’d like, but most stick around, never remembering what they lost
  • there are good ones who become friends with children and comforts to adults and the elderly, and then there are bad ones
  • you can basically call the bad ones the monsters under the bed, the shadows out of the corner of your eye, the bringers of nightmares etc etc
  • mark is a good one tho 
  • mark doesn’t remember, but he died protecting his little sister in a car crash
  • a truck didn’t see their car until it was too late and mark threw himself in front of his sister, protecting her from the onslaught of glass and shrapnel
  • he died in the hospital an hour later, and his family hadn’t taken it well at all
  • they stayed in the same town and the same house though, and mark’s spirit was drawn to the place he spent most of his life, but he couldn’t remember anything
  • he had peeked around the house a couple of times and had seen pictures of himself and all, but he had no recollection of the relationships he had with his family or any memories regarding them
  • needless to say, it really sucked
  • since mark was the one who usually took care of his little sister while his parents were away at work and stuff, it was imperative that they found someone who could watch over her now that mark was gone
  • you were just a high school student at the time, getting ready to graduate and needing a little cash for college, and the tuan’s contacted you one day and you got the job to look after mark’s nine year old sister hannah
  • when you met hannah you were a lil discouraged bc she was suuuuuuper quiet and wouldn’t really speak to you except to say yes or no
  • you had tried to get her to watch a disney movie with you in the living room one night you babysat, but she had just refused and ran off to her room, claiming to be too tired
  • you had found it strange, but didn’t push it, and checked on her to make sure she was all right before you left her to “sleep”
  • about halfway through tarzan, you hear voices in the house
  • your first instinct is that you’re gonna have to fight someone so, of course, you grab a weapon
  • it’s a remote 
  • you’re making your way upstairs quietly, following the sounds of the voices carefully, your phone tucked in your hand and ready to call the police if needed
  • the only reason why you haven’t yet is because if hannah is just watching tv in her room, you’d probably get put in hot water with her parents
  • slowly, you inch toward her closed bedroom door and press your ear against it
  • “hmm, there was this one time I met a princess in the afterlife” an older male’s voice says, and you wait with bated breath, hoping to god she’s watching something on disney channel
  • “really?? tell me about her!” you hear hannah reply, and thats when you bust the door open, sending the door into the wall behind it while you hold your remote defensively in front of you
  • “leave her alone or i’ll kick your ass!” you yell
  • you’re surprised, however, when you lock eyes with someone very familiar
  • you can’t recall where you’ve seen him, but as this tall blond boy stands protectively in front of hannah, her small hands wrapped around his arm as she cowers behind him, you blink in hazy recognition
  • “you shouldn’t use language like that around kids, you know” the boy has the gall to scold you, having decided you’re not enough of a threat before he turns to hannah and pats her hair down
  • “dude, i swear to god, if you dont get away from her-” 
  • you’re shocked when hannah suddenly runs up to you, grabbing the remote from your hands with wide eyes “it’s okay, this is my brother, mark!” she tells you, tugging you closer to “mark”
  • you instantly realize where you’ve seen that face and heard that name, as your eyes shoot across the room and land on a picture frame on hannah’s desk
  • at closer inspection, you see that the boy in the picture holding hannah on his hip and making a peace sign at the camera looks exactly like the boy before you
  • you remembered hannah’s father telling you how they’d lost their son not two months ago, and how hannah had finally caved into getting a babysitter when she grew tired of staying at friends’ houses well into the night
  • he had mentioned how hannah had, at first, taken it pretty hard, and then in the past few days, had completely changed
  • while she wasn’t her old, happy self, she wasn’t locking herself in her room anymore, and they assumed that maybe she had found comfort already
  • you had no idea, and you were sure her family didn’t either, that that comfort was found in her dead brother
  • you’re like seconds from fainting when mark reaches out for you, grabbing at your arms to hold you steady and wow, his hands are freezing cold
  • you wince and he immediately pulls back, biting his lip “ahh, sorry, i forget how cold i am”
  • hannah gleams up at him though, showing off the few missing teeth she has, “i dont mind! you used to have really sweaty hands before” “did i? thats kinda mean kid” “its true!”
  • you’re like reeling, watching as they banter and looking between the picture and him
  • the resemblance is uncanny and hannah seems extremely comfortable with him, and you’re starting to quietly accept that maybe he really is there
  • but you also notice that whenever hannah mentions something about mark in the past, this mark tenses
  • he makes no indication that he remembers, just nods and goes along with it
  • there’s still a flicker of doubt in you so you end up asking for proof that he’s really there and not some look alike weirdo that’s been bothering hannah
  • mark, without a second thought, disappears
  • like just straight up gone my guy
  • you let out an ear piercing scream and wildly swat at the air, hannah holding her hands over her ears as she giggles at your reaction
  • you check under the bed, in her closet, and the hallway twice over, but you can’t find him anywhere
  • you’re near freaking out again when hannah just goes “ok mark, i think you can come out now” and he reappears sitting on her desk, his ankles crossed and a cheeky smile on his face as he watches you hold your chest in an attempt to calm down 
  • “real enough for you?” he grins, having the audacity to drop his eye down in a wink at you
  • needless to say you’re like speechless for the rest of the night
  • the tuans send you home with your payment and look kinda confused as you just. slump out of there. blown away
  • when the tuans call you two days later however, you take that job up in a second bc honestly mark hasn’t left your mind since he bid you farewell the other day
  • it strangely becomes a thing where you, hannah, and mark spend time together in her room
  • mark continues to evade any questions or mentions about the past, and hannah continues to be oblivious
  • mark shows you all the things he can do as a ghost and imaginary friend, everything from changing his voice to mimic yours (you nearly shit yourself) to walking on the ceiling
  • he mentions that as her imaginary friend, he’s supposed to protect her and keep her company until she’s old enough to forget about him, but hannah promises she never will
  • you end up learning things about mark (through hannah of course) and mark tells you about his travels as a ghost, meeting other ghosts of all types
  • he had even mentioned coming across one named youngjae, who haunted an apartment building up the street from hannah’s school
  • mark said that whenever he had free time, he went to go visit youngjae, but youngjae had recently made friends with the newest tenant there so he barely made any time for mark anymore poor baby looked so pouty
  • one day, while you three are hanging out, hannah falls asleep early so its just you and mark and since its been eating you alive, you decide to ask him why he never talks about before he died
  • “thing is, i never had the heart to tell hannah, but apparently when ghosts like me die… we forget the life we had before. we’re considered imaginary friends, special types of ghosts that forget their past and form attachments with humans in attempts to remember. being here has told me a lot, and i feel a pull to this place so i know for sure it’s part of my past. but despite everything, i only know what hannah talks to me about. i can tell she’s catching on to my “forgetfulness” now because she’s getting really irritated with me when i don’t remember something… i hate not remembering”
  • you’re pretty shocked bc you can barely imagine being a ghost and not remembering anything from your old life, but you can tell from the way mark looks so broken and sad that it isn’t fun
  • “im not sure what’d be better, tbh. being dead and remembering everything or remembering nothing. i feel… i feel like if i told hannah that i couldn’t remember her the way old mark did, she’d be heartbroken. i want her to be able to pretend that im the same old big bro she remembers having, not some stranger” he tells you, close to tears
  • while water falls from his eyes, they don’t necessarily exist, falling and disappearing in mid air
  • all you can do is rub his back and listen to him as he sobs, trying so desperately to remember who he is
  • after that day, you do everything you can to quiz mark on his old life
  • you ask hannah, her parents, and even do a little snooping around mark’s old room for clues
  • you end up reminding him of most of his life, but there are still pieces missing
  • it’s not in his memory as things he recalls himself, but it is in his memory
  • mark actually ends up being like your own imaginary friend
  • he takes you and hannah out to play in the snow in the winter, and he’s a goddamn cheater pretty amazing at it because he can like. disappear into the snow
  • and he ALWAYS teams up with hannah so you’re basically getting pelted to death with snowballs and you always lose
  • once mark found out he used to sing, he begins to learn again, and plays you and hannah silly songs every once in a while
  • will follow you around the house and make himself invisible
  • *you’re cooking something for hannah* “*mark sidles up to you and speaks in an impossibly deep voice* whats cooking good looking” “MARK TUAN”
  • you beat him with the hot pan but it’s ok bc he can’t feel it
  • he once copied the voice of dean and starting singing half moon to you and hannah on the couch
  • you two both ko’d and he just smiled at you two bc :))) his favorite girls
  • you know when people with cold hands deliberately put their cold hands on you just to be a lil shit
  • thats mark
  • what sucks is he’s cold ALL THE TIME
  • *snakes his hands around your waist* “mark you’re cold get off” “i wanna get warm and you’re really warm :((((” “you can’t even feel temperature g ET OFF”
  • once accidentally snuck into a selfie with you and hannah and nearly gave their mother a heart attack when you unknowingly showed her lmao sorry
  • sometimes just likes to sit and listen to you talk about your life when hannah falls asleep
  • you think your life is really boring but he loves it
  • he loves you
  • its kind of strange bc along with not having any memories from before, most emotions are kind of strangely new to him
  • he doesn’t realize what it is he feels for you until you come to babysit one day and you’ve got a bruise on your arm and he immediately gets protective and is like “whats this? what happened?? explain!!”
  • and you’re just like lol i bumped my arm into the bathroom door this morning chill
  • but mark realizes like, yo, he really cares about you and he likes you a lot and thinks you’re really pretty and hannah loves you too and he just… it makes him hurt even more bc he knows he can never be with you
  • and one day hannah is gonna grow up and before that even, you’re gonna go away to college and leave him behind and he can’t leave hannah 
  • he knows one day hannah is gonna grow old and pass ghost mark and every adventure they’ve had together since his death off as just a big joke that you played in on 
  • hannah’s gonna finally see mark as just what he is. dead. and it hurts
  • and, you
  • you’ll forget him too
  • because the other unique thing about imaginary friends is that unlike ghosts, they’re easily forgettable 
  • you’ll get a new life and new friends and you’ll probably forget him too
  • and he’ll be there until he remembers his past life for himself and moves on
  • he doesn’t know if he wants to
  • because looking down at you tucked under his arm and fast asleep, a blanket wrapped around the two of you (more for your own wellbeing than his own), he holds you a little tighter and whispers against your hair “please… do whatever you want. just dont forget me”
  • you don’t open your eyes, having woken up at the sound of his voice
  • you just close your fist around his sweater and you’re not lying when you whisper back, “never”

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anonymous asked:

Natemare 3 or 8 for the type of kisses thing please....?

I chose 8, hope that’s ok. 
8. Breathtaking Kiss - It’s the kiss that you can’t do anything for a few seconds after, you keep your eyes closed with mouth agape of you try to let your mind process what happened. 

“Natemare, this isn’t funny! Give me back my shirt!” You had to grip onto the towel around your chest as you ran after the fleeing smoke cloud. 
Your work-shirt whipped around behind it. Tauntingly close to your grasping fingers, before being pulled away just as your hand touched it. 
You cried out in frustration after the fourth attempt. “Fine! Have it! I couldn’t care less. I’m going to be late anyway, I’ll just iron another one!” 
The anger in your voice was dull compared to the fire raging in your chest. 
First you woke up cold and shivering because Mare took your blankets. Then your breakfast had been thrown on the floor because you were jump-scared by the brat of an entity. And finally, after cleaning everything up. You find your only clean work-shirt flying around like some poltergeist. 
But before you could yell another word, the smoke surrounded you. Almost knocking you off your feet as it swirled around you. 
Physical arms encircled your waist, holding your spine as a knee pressed up behind your hip. 
You were dipped back as Natemare came into flesh and kissed you as if in some dramatic romance movie. 
You squeaked in surprise and clung to him, the fear of falling washing away as Natemare’s lips consumed your very conscious. 
His tongue dipped into your mouth, gently probing and swirling playfully as he skillfully worked his mouth around yours. 
It was over before you had a chance to react, and Natemare pulled you back on your feet. Holding you steady as your poor mind whirled. 
He smirked at your flustered face, his fingers brushing over your pink cheeks. 
You shook you head, ridding yourself of the delirious state and half glared at Natemare.
“This doesn’t mean you’re off the hook.”  

Help Advice re Slam gone wrong!

So after using my trust never fail vein in the crook of my right elbow in smaller sized vein - in comparison to some larger ones running down the inside of both my inner fore arms ( I’m not overly a veiny person how ever I dont bruise easily and before this shot last night u would never see any evidence even looking up close ) I dont use every day .. i tend to binge …. so back to last night .. i dug and dug pulled out back air tiny bit or blood nothing same spot that has been so reliable before Normally in and out done !! I’m always very careful .. but u relax and become careless it was so easy and I think this is partly to blame .. so this went on for 20 mins .. I hit ‘something’ at Some stage as I stated with 40 units and ended up with 90 units this is after continuously blowing air bubbles with residue out before sticking the point back in growing increasingly anxious as I didn’t want to dare waste this awesome gear and it was the last final big finale for few weeks throw in the hard cock that was ready to take off after about 9 or so failed attempts all with in two centremeters of each other along the line of the vein that 'never fails’ lol so after 10 or so minutes the blood in the needle was almost now almost black why ? Did I hit a deeper vein … an artery perhaps ? What’s the difference good or bad, between a vein or an artery when it comes to injecting meth?.. it hadnt cogulated as far as I could seems on the second last failed attempt it bled a lot upon pulling out but I just couldn’t see if it registered .. so last attempt I thought lots of blood same hole can’t go wrong right !? Yeah not correct.. I was sticking this shit in my arm right now and then !! As I pushed the meth/blood mix thru I knew something was not right as I normally dont even get to a half way thru when I feel it hit the ba k of my throat..but i kept going , it didn’t hurt at first and I though ok I just wigged out and it ton the hit awayas such as I wasn’t relaxed at all. After a few minutes I knew I had wasted a good product and probably was about to die .. first the injection site went numbing thought that was because I applied heavier than normal pressure to the area as it looked like a mine field exploded … then I got a very mild rush .. all that effort and pain for that!? WTF .. more e importantly I came back to reality to the sensation of basically an entire right arm inner from thumb to top bicep being numb .. now this is when I really started to worry and I was about to get on hands and knees and pray ( even though not the slightest bit religious funny as humans how selfish we get when we think our number is up ) I then rang a friend who also used to use … I had see her go thru countless similar struggles at times which is why I continued on with what I was doing when I knew in all honesty the best thing to do was to STOP remove it from the syringe and either mix it in soft drink and ingest it (that thought is absolutely GROSS no way ) or plug it ( ALWAYS more fun with two lol ) she just gave me very needed reassuring advice and offered to come get me take me to the ER .. by this stage 20 mins had elapsed I certainly wasn’t getting worse .. I applied ice ( lol ) which helped my mind was racing with the thought that I’m having a stroke as my face stated to tingle as well.. so I thought let s just do the Normal things I would do and try and forget about it .. so porn it was .. and it certainly helped divert the attention away from my impending death .. anyhow cut a long story short I not dead .. I won’t die .. in defiantly getting a very slow release rush 24 hrs later .. I have a huge bruise and large bruise under the skin not overly raised but my arm is no longer numb but pain has replaced the numbness .. if my understanding of the human body is anything by pain is good .. that’s the body’s way of saying 'I got this dude we is fighting it ’ so it’s very tender to bend. Questions please anyone .. What happened ? Did I hit an artery ! Why didn’t anything register in a spot that was always a sure fire winner ? I know that if it stings when ur administering that you should STOP right away , but it didn’t at the time so I pushed it all in, did I inject into a nerve or muscle ? If so what are the ramifications of both long term ? Did I prior to starting this whole epic fail blow that faithful vein 24 hrs earlier ? Even though no pain or evidence of a hit before this effort. Did I blow a vein this time round ? I would think I may have! What are the signs of a blown vein ? Do they over t



Ok, so I feel bad for not posting art here… So to compensate for no art, I’ll just give you more sketchbook doodles! I’m working on three pieces atm. 
The first picture is my first try at finding a comfortable art style. I tried it with three original characters and I colored them badly. The second is another try and my attempt at drawing Mark and Seán. The last one is a panda I drew for a friend, Rowlet, and fire I guess?

anonymous asked:

yeah as someone who hasnt seen gotg2 (you can spoil idgaf) all this yondu love im seeing surprised me??? cause in the first movie he was kinda a dick and borderline abusive (he threatened to kill peter like 3 times if im remembering right???) and so im wondering what he did in the second movie for everyone to love him so much cause i didnt like him a lot movie one besides liking him as a character with a cool ass weapon

goddd im so fucking mad ok ok ok BIG gotg2 spoilers for this post ok!!!! but if ur looking for my hot take:

the yondu storyline in gotg2 is by far without a doubt the most hamfisted attempt at sentimental writing ive ever seen. more under the cut

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AN: So It’s A Two Parter, Enjoy <3

You sat alone in the moonlight, twirling a flower between your fingers as you waited for Nicklaus to join you as he did every night. He hadn’t come out to see you during the day since Henrik’s death but one night he’d found you, wondering by the water, unable to sleep and in need of something to distract you.


“Hello Love.” You jumped and looked up, smiling to see Klaus gazing down on you. he helped you to your feet and pulled you against his chest kissing you roughly before holding you at arm’s length.


“I feared you were not coming.” You say as you begin to walk the length of the water’s edge, pulling his hand behind you.


“I will always come when you want me.” Klaus said softly as you dropped his hand and span to face him while climbing up one of the rocky inclines that led to the waterfall. He chuckled and ran after you, scooping you up once he caught you and looked down the waterfall with you.

You smiled and began gathering small purple flowers that climbed up the rocks and turned to face Klaus only to begin gasping for air as someone’s hand clutched your throat.


“Father please, don’t.” Klaus’ chest began to heave as tears streamed down your face and you whimpered.

“Why, you defy me at every chance how else can I keep you in line Niklaus?” you gasped as you were lifted off the ground and began clawing at the hand around your throat. You kicked and screamed giving Klaus a chance to launch forward as his father drew his attention away from the furious boy.


But not before you sank your teeth into his hand that had settled over your mouth to silence you, in an attempt to free yourself. Just as Klaus reach you, you were thrust forwards and falling. The last face you saw was Klaus as his father held him up, rolling his eyes as his son collapsed to the floor screaming for you.

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