#oh my god look I spelled necessarily correctly first try-

[yoinkschief]

I sometimes forget TomTord is considered an unpopular ship,,, I was there when people would call you homophobic for not shipping it 💀

#oh my god I still remember Dear Starboy #Everytime I close my eyes I see fanon soft boie Tord #Honey no that's a mentally ill rat not your flower crown boy #this isn't NECESSARILY tomtord / tordtom but can be interpreted that way #oh my god look I spelled necessarily correctly first try- #jay draws #eddsworld #ew #fanart #art #ew tom #Tom #ew Tord #Tord

[brighter-by-the-daly]

Lucy Bronze x Reader

Part Two: I Prefer Gold

Posted 22/05/23, Edited 29/06/23

Walking into training and slumping down at your locker you hoped to god Lucy was already out on the ground rather than about to land next to you. You used to love knowing your lockers were next to each other but now there’s no escaping the undoubtedly awkward atmosphere that’s about to arise. You hadn’t seen or spoken to her since the last training session where you didn’t necessarily shut down the flirting accusations from Alexia. The world was against you as the brunette bounced into the locker room and dumped her bags down next to you. Not even looking up to acknowledge her as you pretended to tie your boots a little longer, you could feel Alexia’s eyes burning into the top of your head from the other side of the room. “Ready to lose again today?” Lucy broke the silence as she nudged her shoulder into yours, “in your dreams!” your words punched back. Alexia left the room but not until she eyeballed you in a way that said you should talk to the defender.

Turning her head towards you and feeling her eyes scan you up and down, her confidence had clearly grown since your race and made you think maybe she liked you too. “You could have both yknow” she shrugged with her cocky little face that you adored. Looking at Lucy confused until she elaborated “gold and bronze.. you could have both” her expression still cocky and cheeky at the same time. Oh. My. God. Did I just hear that correctly? “Can I now?” you chuckled softly acting coy to not seem too keen when in reality your heart was doing backflips like Sam Kerr. “Are you gonna make me spell it out to you?” she looked at you like you were dumb as you pulled a face to suggest you had no idea what she was talking about. “Let me take you out” she said grabbing your hand with her unwavering confidence that nobody could say no to. Except.. you didn’t want to give in too easily, “I’ll think about it” pulling your hand away and swanning out of the locker room trying desperately to play it cool when in reality you actually wanted to punch the air.

Lucy soon chased after you out onto the field and just as she was almost caught up, Kiera stood in front of her stopping the chase. “So, what’s this I hear about you beating your PB in a piggy back race?” she laughed. You were still in ear shot and listened intently, Alexia had heard and was reminded of the race that was promised next time you were on the field. Lucy begged them to allow her to warm up first and to come find her nearer the end of the session. You were both in different groups today and as much as you tried to keep your eyes off her you couldn’t keep anything a secret from your friends. “She asked me out” you muttered to some of the girls you were kicking the ball about with as a smile that couldn’t be contained spread across your face. They wanted all the details and once you’d told them what you had said they couldn’t fathom why you’d turned her down - considering you’d been pining after her all season! You were enjoying the chase. Quite literally. “I wanna do what I came here for first and then we’ll see… gold before bronze” you said defiantly with your final kick of the ball landing in the net. Training was nearly over when Lucy came to join the group who immediately started bigging up the race. “Jump on!” she said crouching down in front of you. Noticing your friend’s faces turning childish you rolled your eyes and jumped on her back, knowing there was no use fighting everyone about it. Jogging over to the starting line and out of your teammate’s cluster, she started questioning whether you’d thought about her offer yet. “I dunno how I feel about dating a granny” you remarked laughing, “you know I could drop you” she said pretending to let go of your legs causing you to let out a high pitch scream and cling tighter to her body thinking you were falling. She found it hilarious, obviously. Getting into position “hold on tight!” she yelled as the whistle blew and the stop watch started. Laughing the entire way as she pushed herself to at least match her record with no extra baggage. Reaching the other end she fell down onto the ground taking you with her, ending up on top of you and your faces so close together you could have kissed her then and there as she seductively licked her bottom lip. “Could a granny do that?” she smirked, “you don’t know your time yet!” you said pushing her off you and crossing your legs to sit up. She clambered up as she towered over you still on the ground “I don’t get you (y/n/n), one minute you’re pining over me and the next you’re pieing me off!” holding out her hands to help you up. “Gold first, Bronzey” you said slapping her shoulder and jogging away from her, letting her watch the back of you for once.

Lucy was the right wing to your left wing and as games came and went you found yourself against her rather than the team you were playing. Keen to get your pace up and outrun her, your team soon started to notice you’d gotten faster. The final of the Champions League came and as you found your spot ready to receive a header you felt Lucy behind you, marking you so the other team couldn’t. You’d become closer over the past couple of weeks but still hadn’t given her an answer yet. In came the ball which landed perfectly on your head and into the goal with seconds left on the clock. Signed sealed and delivered, the cup was yours. Running away from the team screaming you noticed Lucy was stood close by with her arms wide open and a massive smile ready for you to launch yourself at her. Feeling her arms wrap around your body she lifted you up to the crowds cheers, flags waving and fans dancing throughout the stadium and as the final whistle blew, the rest of the team bundled you to the ground. You’d done it!

Sitting on top of the bus for the celebrations you’d found yourself accidentally next to Lucy, your legs dangling over the edge as you waved down to the fans. Medals around your necks and scarfs tied round your heads as the cheers of the crowd deafened you. You’d done what you’d came out here to do - win the Champions League and you couldn’t be happier. As the bus pulled into the stadium Lucy’s arm found its way around your shoulders pulling you in closer. Looking at you as she kissed the gold around her neck and winked.

“So.. how about that date then?”

#lucy bronze x reader #lucy bronze #lionesses #woso masterlist #woso x reader #woso community #woso imagine #woso fanfics #lionessss x reader #england x reader

[googoojeu]

i love you(s). || kim sunoo x gn!reader

;; kim sunoo has told you he loves you a lot, in different times and different circumstances, but only five stuck to you the most.

genre: fluff, angst, strangers to lovers au, a bit of exes to lovers au too, non-idol au, student!reader, student!sunoo

a/n: i rarely post stuff for sunoo so here i am with an angsty-fluffy fic for him! this wasn't proofread but i hope you guys enjoy this one! also this is quite long,,, deadass

warning(s): cursing, mentions of cheating (no one cheated tho), sunoo's a bit of a dick later in the story (sorry🙇🏻‍♀️)

— :: lowercase intended!

if you remembered correctly, the first time kim sunoo told you he loved you, it was out of habit.

you got yourself two hours of detention after coming to school ten minutes late and for apparently "disrespecting" a teacher (you just pointed out the spelling mistake on the board). you stared at the wall clock above the chalkboard, staring at the numbers and waiting for it's arms to reach six o'clock.

it was currently four thirty-three in the afternoon, with your chin resting in one hand and the other drumming on the table, the classroom's door opens and reveals a disheveled seventeen year old boy, bending down to catch his breath. the teacher side eyes him before instructing him what to do. he nods and waddles over to the seat next to you.

you were completely in your own bubble, your thoughts filled with random stuff like the one time jungwon face planted on the ground because he was busy staring at someone that he thought was cute, or when heeseung called you over so you could try his homemade ramen that you didn't want to admit that it tasted terrible or when jay said he'll take you to paris if you helped him with physics or when jake—

your train of thought abruptly ends when the boy, who was now calm and collected, taps your shoulder, making you look at him. the first thing you think of is how handsome he looked. he looked like one of those kdrama actors your friends keep on gushing about.

"can i borrow a pencil?" he sheepishly asks.

you realized you were staring so you immediately told him you did and handed it to him. he smiles gratefully and says, "oh my god i love you, thank you!" waves at you and focuses on the sketchpad that was in front of him. you sat there, mouth agape and hand still outstretched as if the pencil he previously asked for was still in your possession. he notices you still looking at him and gets confused. as if a lightbulb suddenly appears next to him, he covers his mouth.

"oh my god, i'm sorry. i say i love you a lot to my friends. it's just out of habit, i'm sorry."

you let out a small laugh and tell him it's fine. "people i meet for the first time don't usually tell me they love me, so it was a shock." the boy shakes his head again.

"i'm sunoo by the way, from class 3B." he says, hands outstretched. you take his hand and shake it. "i'm (name), from class 3A." sunoo warmly smiles at you and then you hear the teacher shout for the both of you to stop talking.

you don't regret shaking his hand, even if you got thirty more minutes added to your detention time.

the second one, the one that made you feel different.

you were sitting in your school's field, the poor grass being the victim of your ranting. you aggressively pick at it while sunoo listens to you talking about your problems.

"it's not like i can multitask sunny." you sigh. you've grown accustomed to his presence, even if you both were in different classes. you're also used to calling him sunny, the nickname fitting for his ebullient nature. sunoo radiated so much positivity and energy, it's hard not to miss him when you walk down the hallways. either he's with his friend group fooling around or helping students, sunoo was a ball of sunshine.

"i know (name). couldn't you just tell mr. nam that you can't do the maths competition? you already have a lot in your plate," sunoo asks, worry laced in his voice. you weren't necessarily a star student. you just did your best in everything that led you to achieve your goals, but that also means that teachers would depend a bit too much on you. winning competitions you've competed in, it brings joy to the school, but it just makes you feel drained.

"i already did and he said no. why can't he just ask jungwon? he's better at maths than me." you sighed, picking at a new soft patch of grass your eyes spotted. at a distance, you can hear the school bell ring. students rush back to their classrooms, leaving you and sunoo alone in the field.

"i have to get back (name). just tell me if you need help okay? i love you." sunoo says, beaming at you as he gently pats your shoulder before standing up and running back to his classroom.

you stare at his figure, feeling something weird on your stomach. this feels wrong, you thought. you decided to just ditch class and hide in the rooftop until the school day ends.

you get another detention slip the next day.

the third one, the one that made you want to stay with him forever.

you stare at jay in disbelief as he lists the things why he thinks you're in love with sunoo and why he thinks sunoo's in love with you too as well. jay dramatically reads out the list he has in his hands while both of you were situated under the shade of a tree on campus.

"i've only known the guy for five months jay, quit it!" jay gives you a sharp look and continues what he was doing. you roll your eyes and just listened to what he was saying.

you look at him differently, do you look at me and jake the same way as you look at him? you treat him differently, you bought him soup when he was sick. you get all shy and shit when he's around, you don't do that with us—

as if everything around you just fades, the thought of you possibly and you mean, POSSIBLY, liking sunoo was high. he was always there when you needed him. the shoulder to lean on, the one who helped you convince your teachers to be a bit nice to you, the one who held your hair when you threw up after getting food poisoning. did you really like him?

"oh my god (name), you zoned out. this is why i don't like you." you snap out of your daze. you grab jay's shoulders, causing the poor boy to get startled and scream.

"do i like sunoo, jay?" you ask him, the feeling of anxiousness setting in on you. jay rolls his eyes. "i don't know (name), you answer that."

the next few days were like a blur. you didn't see sunoo that much, even though your classrooms were right next to each other. you were busy with your upcoming art competition and you didn't have time to hang out with your friends. you were sitting on your seat, brainstorming on what to draw as a practice for the competition. jay and jake stopped by to drag you out for lunch but you didn't budge. you didn't even see their concerned glances for you.

and even after all the brainstorming, your mind just wanders to sunoo. his smile, the curve of his nose, his fox-like eyes. you mess up your hair. oh (name), you're screwed. as if on cue, the devil himself saunters to you and places a carton of milk chocolate and bread on your desk. you look up and was about to protest but he stops you with his finger on your lips.

"jay and jake hyung told me you wouldn't eat. i knoe you don't like being dragged to the cafeteria so here i am just delivering these to you."

you stare at the milk and bread before asking him, "can i draw you?" sunoo, completely caught off guard, just nods. "but you have to do me a favor." you look up at him, "and what's that?" he sits on your desk mate's chair and leans towards you, his face a mere few inches away from yours.

"go on a date with me."

a month later, with his hand tightly clutching yours, you look up at the sky to see that the rain is getting stronger as the moments go by. you squint at sunoo's attempt on locating his umbrella with only his one hand.

"you can just let go of my hand you know?" you say. he huffs and shakes his head sassily. "well i don't want to," and he returns to searching for it. he panics as he realizes that he probably left it on his desk this morning.

"i have one sunny, we can just use that." he smiles brightly. "oh my god you're a life saver," as he watches you like you were his whole world.

you giggle, taking out the umbrella, but this time you say it too. you were about to step out, umbrella over your heads as sunoo drags you back in again. you look at him, puzzled and asked him what's wrong.

"i know it's too early for this but i really love you. i really do. i just wish we can be classmates next year, i just want to see your face everyday."

your chest tightens at the sudden confession, but you smile nonetheless.

"i love you too sunny and yes, i wish we can be classmates too."

both of you step out of the building, giggling like teenage girls the moment the rain water hits both of your feet and you think, love never felt so good.

the fourth one, the one that hurt.

both of your wishes got granted. both of you got into the same class.

as you stand next to sunoo, graduation caps in hand while he kisses your cheek for a photo, you can hear his friends cheer for him. you laugh as he glares at his friends, telling them to 'fuck off'. you were happy, he was happy, that's what all it matters right?

wrong.

sunoo barges into your apartment, hands clutching his phone in anger. you were nowhere to be seen and he finds your roommate, solji, sitting on the dining room table eating. "where are they?" sunoo asks. solji tells him that you were at the library with kangmin.

kangmin.

he thanks solji and immediately goes to the library, spotting you and the guy, who he assumes as kangmin, sitting next to each other. you were too close to him, too close. you were explain something to kangmin while he just nods along. you were surprised when sunoo approaches you.

"what are you doing here?"

"we need to talk."

you found yourself sitting at the bench at your local park, cursing yourself for not bringing a better jacket to fight the cold. it was winter for christ sake. sunoo doesn't even notice you shivering due to the cold.

"are you cheating on me?" was the first thing he says.

"excuse me?" you ask, bewildered.

"i said, are you cheating on me?" he repeats, a bit louder this time.

"no! where the hell did you get that information?" he shakes his head and opens his phone, showing you a picture of you and kangmin, sitting too close to each other inside a cafe. too close.

"kangmin has a girlfriend sunoo. you don't trust me, do you?"

"yeah i don't." his answer throws you off.

"w.. what?" your voice is barely above a whisper.

"it's true when they say high school relationships don't last when you both get into university. we're in different schools (name)!"

"and i completely trust you! you have girls surrounding you twenty-four seven! do you see me doubting you?" you say, tears prickling your eyes as sunoo looks down.

"i've been dating you for two years now sunoo, i always trust you." you gently tell him, but sunoo just shakes his head.

"i don't want to do this anymore (name). i'm tired, painfully tired. we don't have time for each other and i.. i just-" sunoo stops. you were already crying, harshly wiping the tears away.

"you can't do this right now sunoo, i'm too stressed." he shakes his head, his decision was final.

"i'm sorry (name). if i just keep doubting our relationship, it's best if we part ways." sunoo stands up and leaves first, leaving you to sink in the shock. and then comes the pain, the guilt and then the anger.

once you got home, solji asks if you were okay. you nodded your head and went to your room. it was a mess. clothes scattered everywhere, some milk cartons on the floor and leftovers. you take in the sight and just started bawling in the middle of it. you stare at sunoo's love letters that were neatly placed on your desk, that he sends you every week ever since you both started university. you chuck it in your old shoebox and kicked it under the bed. you also noticed that you were wearing the jacket sunoo gave you for your birthday. you took it off and threw it your cabinet, hoping it won't see the daylight again.

you sit on your bed to process everything. you failed to notice the signs of your dying relationship. but you didn't fail to notice sunoo's last i love you that was too soft for you to hear. the last i love you sounding too much for a goodbye.

the fifth one, the one that feels familiar.

you bask in the smell of freshly brewed coffee as you walk inside the cafe. you were feeling amazing, finishing your thesis and submitting it on time. you greet the barista, sunghoon, and you give him your usual order. he smiles at you before walking away to make your drink.

again, as if you were still in high school, you were in your little bubble again. remembering jungwon faceplanting, heeseung's ramen, jay's paris trip offer and jake—

"(name)?"

you freeze. that voice, all too familiar.

sunoo.

you turn to him and forced yourself to smile. he still looked the same, maybe a bit matured now. his boyish charms still radiating. he dyed his hair into a mint color, he was wearing his favorite blue sweater that was probably worn out by now. he was staring at you, you were staring at him.

"how are you?" he manages to say.

"good, never been better actually. you?"

"good, graduating in a few months."

you smile. sunghoon comes back with your order and you pay for it, wanting to leave as soon as possible. saying you have moved on is a lie. you still want him. his embrace, every inch of him, you want it. but you can't. you know you can't. you thank sunghoon and giving sunoo one more glance, you bid him a goodbye.

you were a good few blocks away, sipping your drink to lure yourself away from the thought of going back and asking if he's single, that both of you could try again if you two were. but that's a selfish thought. he hurt you, he doesn't deserve a second chance. but you wanted him, does he still want you?

"(name)!"

you turned around and find sunoo, bending down to catch his breath, a scene that was too familiar, as if you were experiencing deja vu.

"yes sunoo?"

"i still love you." he says, standing upright facing you. you look at him with wide eyes.

"i still love you, i really do. heck i know it's been two years and it's still you. i tried dating again but no one compares to you. i tried writing you letters that i never mailed to you. i... i messed up." he stops abruptly, hands nervously clutching his backpack.

"do you still love me?"

you wrack your brain on what to answer. yes? no? probably? probably not? maybe? i moved on? im dating someone? im single? yeah we can date again?

"i.. i don't know.. you hurt me sunoo." he can't help but nod. he looks at you straight in the eyes, the familiar warmth still there.

"if you give me another chance, i promise, i won't fuck it up this time."

this was your chance, you want him, he wants you, what's the fuss all about? you were scared. you were scared that he won't trust you and you'll end up in the same position two years ago. but he's right in front of you (name), what's stopping you?

"f... fine, but this doesn't mean i'll forgive you this easy!" sunoo beams at you and pulls you in for a bone crushing hug, repeating the words "i love you" like a mantra.

"i'll make it up to you, i promise. i love you."

but he did make it up to you. even after years of being together, a beautiful silver band sitting peacefully on your ring finger, you still get flustered when sunoo comes up to you and tells you that he loves you. snuggling closer to you, sunoo whispers that oh so familiar three words that he tells you everyday, "i love you."

#finally finished something before my phone died lmao #this was partially what i was working on.. but then my phone died so i scrapped that idea and made a new one #can y'all tell i love sunoo so much? #enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen x reader #enhypen angst #enhypen fluff #lee heeseung #jay park #park jongseong #jake sim #sim jaeyun #park sunghoon #kim sunoo #yang jungwon #ni-ki #nishimura riki #kpop imagines #kpop

[redhoodieone]

Wrong Number

Plot: The reader accidentally texts a wrong number when trying to text her best friend. But this stranger doesn’t want to stay a stranger to her and the two of them engage in a texting relationship. But what happens when the reader wants to meet this Jason Todd? Will he be everything she wants, or should they just stay texting buddies?

This is technically the 1st part in a series I want to do. If this is well received, I will continue on. However, this could also just be a one-shot.

Warnings: Language and some Sexual Content. Bold is for Y/N. Italics is Jason.

This has to be a joke. I can feel my cheeks burn with embarrassment, even though I live alone and there’s literally no one around to see me right now. But what I’m staring at is something I never thought in a million years I would ever have to see in person:

Vibrating panties.

Of course, the packaged gift is from my so-called friends who are sick and tired of me being single and horny all the time. I suppose whenever we all go out to drink or party, I could be a loner and isolate myself from the typical discussions of hook ups and current crushes.

And to get back at me, I’m stuck with a pair lacy black panties that’ll “supposedly” make me cum.

Beyond angry and shaking from humiliation, I send a very pissed off text message to my best friend and a picture of the sexual gift I’m stuck with.

Is this some kind of evil, twisted joke to get back at me?!?! What am I supposed to do with this?!?!

I can feel my heart pounding in my chest when I grip my phone tightly in my hands. A text message alert sounds surprising fast.

Sexy panties...but you’ve got the wrong number, doll.

I immediately freeze. Oh shit! I was off by 1 number when I was texting in fury at my so-called best friend.

I’m horribly embarrassed once again.

Omg! I’m so sorry!

That’s okay.

The purpose of those vibrating panties is to make you cum, in case you didn’t know.

I gasp in shock at the bluntness from this stranger!

Excuse me????

You were asking about what to do with them. In the first text message? I was just answering your question.

And you know so much about vibrating panties, right? So, what are you? Some kind of panties expert???

LOL. You would be very surprised, sweetheart.

The stranger sends me a picture along with that text message. A picture of the same product I have that they Googled online and took a snapshot of the details.

And trust me, I’m an expert and my partners never need this when they’re with me.

I feel my cheeks heat up.

Whatever. Have a good evening.

I roll my eyes. I don’t think this stranger will even text me back. Who knew texting a wrong number would cause me all this awkwardness and red cheeks.

Same to you.

I toss my phone on the couch and force myself to go heat up some leftovers for dinner, and to push the Wrong Number Stranger out of my head for the night.

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There’s a chill in the air as I walk through crowds of people on the sidewalk. It’s almost winter here in Gotham, and everyone’s dressed in scarfs, jackets, and pants. Pushing my way through talking strangers, I quickly rush into the coffee shop for warmth and treats.

Being the third in line, the familiar ding from my cell phone catches my attention.

Did you figure out how to use the vibrating panties yet?

My eyes widen at the text message from the Wrong Number Stranger.

For your information, no. I don’t need them. It was a stupid, mean present from my friends.

Ah, really? Presents like that are usually fun and helpful.

Meaning what??? Are you assuming I don’t have a sexual life going on right now???

Well, considering you’re so against the gift and you’re shying away from talking about the panties, I have to assume you’re single and you have been for a very long time, and you’re very easily embarrassed by anything having to do with sex.

I instantly frown at that message, until they text me a second one.

Look, that came out very harsh. I don’t personally know you, and you don’t personally know me. I’m the kind of guy who doesn’t shy away or avoid anything sexual. I guess it’s because I’m comfortable with it and I’ve been told I’m a Sex God more than a few times.

I have to exhale hard and shove my phone in my back pocket to have both hands free to carry my coffee and blueberry scone to the table to sit and eat.

Pulling my cell phone out, I see they texted me again.

I hope I didn’t scare you or make you uncomfortable. If you want me to stop texting you, then I will.

I don’t know why but my fingers begin to type back even when I know I shouldn’t keep talking to someone I don’t even know at all.

It’s okay. I don’t mind talking to you.

I feel myself smiling a little as I send another text message. What is wrong with me???

My name’s Y/N Y/LN.

My name’s Jason Todd. And I don’t mind talking to you either.

I like the name Jason. For some reason...it fits you. And it’s good to know your name since I had you saved as “Wrong Number” on my phone lmfao.

Well, Y/N is a gorgeous name. I don’t mind changing your name on my phone even if it means “Sexy Panties” is going to be Y/N now LOL.

Jason even uses the laughing crying emojis that has me laughing hard. I can see he doesn’t text like other guys, because he tries hard to spell correctly and use correct grammar.

Maybe he’s an avid reader and an English major?

And for the first time today, I smile for real.

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I was in the middle of cooking spaghetti for dinner when my phone binged. Picking up my phone, I see Jason texted me.

Have you ever wanted to punch somebody in the mouth and knock out all their teeth, and make them swallow their tongue?

I raise my eyebrows in surprise.

Not necessarily. Why? Are you planning to do that???

It’s fucking stupid, really. Sometimes I wonder why I’m still around this damn family.

I’m sorry to hear that. If there’s anything you want to talk about, I’m here for you.

I can see the three bubbles on my screen indicating he’s responding to me. My heart beats fast.

It’s just...my dad, I guess.

His dad?

He’s not really my dad. He’s not blood related to me. He adopted me when I was just a kid, and ever since then we’ve been at each other’s throats.

Is he mean to you?

Sometimes. But I guess I can be mean to him, too. It’s just hard to be the kind of guy he expects me to be. He’s a lot easier on my brothers. Sometimes I wonder if I should just give up and leave.

This is the first time we’ve ever gotten deep with each other. I feel my heart beating slow and fast at the same time whenever we speak. His vulnerability and sensitive side is refreshing; the egotistical and cocky side isn’t entirely him.

I’m really sorry. I don’t exactly know what to say. But from what I know about you, I wouldn’t give up. You’re not a bad guy, Jason. If you’re trying hard to be good, then that’s just as good as being good in the first place.

The three bubbles at the bottom make me nervous. I wonder if I crossed the line. Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything to Jason.

You really believe that?

I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t believe it.

For some reason...you believing in me makes me feel better.

I smile a little at that. I even feel a little better knowing I’m helping him in some way.

That’s good. I’m happy to know you’re okay.

I turn my attention to turn off the stove when I see the spaghetti sauce is hot enough to pour onto the soft noodles. My mind quickly turns to Jason. Would we ever hear each other speak on the phone? Will we ever send each other pictures of ourselves? Will we ever meet in person?

I know I want to meet him. For some reason, that thought doesn’t scare me even if I know he could be a serial killer and want to kill me.

But wanting to see what he looks and sounds like makes the butterflies in my stomach flutter like crazy. Is it even normal to feel this way?

My phone beeps. While serving myself a plate of dinner, I glance down and see his text message that stops my heart.

Do you ever think we’ll meet each other?

#dc comics #jason todd x reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd #batman

[potassium-pilot]

Prompt 28: Bow

“So remind me why we’re doing this, if you’d be so kind”, Dia asked.

“You may be an all-powerful warrior with a spellbook in hand, but imagine the utility if you learned something new. Where better to learn than a training ground such as Camp Dragonhead?” Haurchefant reminded her kindly as requested.

“I guess. I don’t necessarily have anything better to do thanks to the Braves, now do I?”

“I hope this might prove sufficiently entertaining during your stay. Here is your weapon.” Haurchefant removed an oaken bow from the wall mount as well as a quiver filled with arrows.

“A bow?”

“Aye. Is aught amiss?” Haurchefant tilted his head at her comment.

“Well, no, I guess…I would have thought you’d recommend something a bit more, er, close combat than that.

“A knight cannot be content with simply one mode of combat. A quick marksman can have just the same impact as the mightiest of swords with the right timing.”

“Yeah, but the sword looks cooler.”

He sighed. “Aesthetics aside, I figured this would be an easier transition. Instead of slinging spells, you would sling arrows.”

“I guess. The bow is definitely a different medium though- easier to aim my hands than this.”

“Who knows? Mayhap you’ll find yourself enjoying it more than you think.”

She shrugged her shoulders.

“I’ll try anything once.”

“Attagirl! Now then, here is where you’ll stand.” Haurchefant lead her to a marker about twenty fulms away from a target. “Allow me to give you an example of proper bow handling.” He grabbed his own bow and quiver and prepared at a target next to hers.

“All right, first thing’s first, depending on your dominant hand- based off of what I’ve seen, you appear to be right-handed- you need to place one leg back and another to the front. As a right-handed woman, keep your right leg to the back for support…” Dia listened as he explained form for proper bow handling for about two minutes.

“….and last, but certainly not least, keep your eye on the target. If you’re aligned with your bow, you will hit your mark.” Finally, he demonstrated everything he said in one shot. Carefully, he drew back the bowstring, and fired at the blue and silver target in front of him. It flew skillfully towards the bullseye and landed perfectly, as if he told the arrow to simply go there. “Does this make sense, my friend?”

“I…think so. I guess there’s only one way to find out.”

“Indeed. Show me what you’ve learned.”

The answer was rather little. She fumbled with the quiver for a moment, failing to get an arrow since she failed to attach the quiver to her person properly. She spun in circles a few times as if she had a mi’qote tail she wanted to catch, but she did manage to get one.

“Got it! Now you said something about a nock”, she mumbled, looking for a slice of metal on the string as he pointed out. “Ah-ha!” she exclaimed quietly as she located it and placed the feathers against it. Slowly, she pulled back the bowstring, but found she couldn’t get it very far back, not to mention her slipping grip on the arrow.

Out of nowhere, Dia felt her arms be lifted upward gently. “Don’t let your elbows fall back into your sides or you’ll never get very far”, he spoke softly into her ear in a low tone. He slid his hands up her arm to her hand and corrected the positioning of the arrow, pulling it slightly backward so she didn’t grip the feathers. “Remember, slightly behind the feathers”, he instructed in the same tone.

Please don’t let go of me, she thought to herself, hoping to every god she could think of that he couldn’t tell how she drank up his warmth, that hot breath against her neck, the way he whispered to her just right, and how it made her heart race.

It only made things worse when he gently took her chin and tilted her head towards the front of her, pressing against his own cheek as he put his face parallel to hers.

“Eyes on the target”, he said just as low before turning his head to her ear, and whispering “Fire.”

She didn’t even register her own grip releasing. She just focused on her racing pulse and the shiver being sent down her spine at his whisper.

“Well done!” he exclaimed aloud, snapping Dia out of whatever the hells that was, and bringing her attention to the target. Her arrow pierced through the edge of the circle near the bottom.

“Uh…I-I didn’t even hit the bullseye.”

“‘Tis your first time, my friend. Many a fresh recruit have sent their arrows flying through our windows, so I consider this a rousing success for your first try!”

Now that he said it, it was rather nice to her that he could see a miss in such a way. To that end, she intended to try again. “Hey, so uh, you might want to help me try that again, Haurchefant. Maybe I’ll hit the bullseye this time with your help”, she suggested meekly.

“Nonsense! You’ll never learn with me hanging over your shoulder. Now then, use what you’ve learned, my friend.”

Dammit, she cursed in her head.

Dia picked up what he led her to do pretty quick, and went through the motions: straight arm, just past the feathers, eyes on the target. She waited a few moments as she felt herself practically fighting the bowstring, but the stage was set.

That is, until she took her eyes away from the target to look at Haurchefant, who seemed to stare her down as well, but why?

She would have thought about it more had she not just grazed his arm with an arrow.

“Oh, Twelve help me!” Dia exclaimed as she threw the bow to the ground to run to his side.

“I’m all right, I’m all right”, he tried to reassure her, but kept his arm conveniently covered. She pulled it away from the wound with great force as he attempted to keep the wound out of her sight. “Gah! I’m so sorry, Haurchefant!” she apologized as she began her ministrations on his arrow wound. “I’m an idiot; I got distracted by something at the last second and that arrow just flew in the exact direction I didn’t want it to go.”

He said nothing. He couldn’t; not when she was right there. The way the aether flowed from her into him electrified his senses. Her firm grip on his arms was exactly what he needed. The way she glistened with sweat in such a frozen wasteland; in this moment, she seemed rather…splendid.

“There. Are you all right?” she asked Haurchefant worriedly.

Halone help him, he needed out of there before he did something he’d regret.

“Oh, uh, yes, I’m fine now, thank you”, he answered rapidly and nervously, “Keep, uh, keep practicing with that bow. I just remembered that I have some business-like…business to attend to in my-my office. Excellent work! Keep it up!” He shot out of the shooting range as fast as he could and entered his office with all haste.

Dia, you fucking idiot, you scared him away. Focus! she berated herself in her head. She picked up the bow one last time, doing exactly as she was instructed, and fired the arrow. It hit the wood that held up the target. “Fuck!” she whispered loudly.

********

The evening sun hanged in the horizon of Ishgard. The golden glow of twilight still shone enough light that the garden she managed to keep alive in the courtyard behind Borel Manor could remain visible. She tended to her peppers and kidragora quietly in spite of the cold. None could make a master botanist stop doing botany, climate be damned.

Once weeds were pruned enough, fertilizer was laid down properly, and covers were applied to keep her labor of love warm through the night, she stepped away. Her garden was located in a different spot of the courtyard, separated by a wall, most likely at the former countess’s request. On that other side of the wall was a small area used to practice combat. Neither her nor Aymeric used the other side all that often; Dia had a proper setup for practicing gunbreaker maneuvers with Thancred back in Mor Dhona, while Aymeric preferred to use the mostly defunct Whitebrim front for his training. With that in mind, she was slightly curious about it, and decided to pay it a visit.

Upon reaching the other side, she took a quick look around. It was painfully obvious how unused everything was considering the frozen state of all the equipment. That said, there was one particular item that didn’t seem to share the same level of disrepair: a dark oak bow, complete with metal arrows in a quiver next to it.

It still hurt. After everything she’d seen and done, after everyone she ever met, after all the sacrifices she’d seen, it still hurt. But still, she always remembered how a smile better suited a hero. Dia picked it up off the wall, alongside a quiver that hung next to it, and stood at the line about 30 fulms behind the target.

The quiver was on correctly this time, making it much easier to pick one out of the collection. She found the nock easily, seeming to have been prepared already, and placed the arrow just above the feather. She placed her right leg back, and lifted the bow, ready to aim. “Arms up”, she whispered as she lifted her arms. “Eyes on the target”, she whispered as she focused on the target.

She could still hear him whisper, “Fire”.

In a moment, she let go of the arrow, and felt a small sting of disappointment as she just missed her mark. It landed on the right between the edge of the target and the bullseye. “Dammit”, she whispered.

“Fine form.”

She turned her head to see Aymeric at the doorway, clearly amused by her attempt. “Come to laugh at your girlfriend and her piss-poor aim?” she snarked, still disappointed in her efforts.

“I would never. Your aim is fine, my dear. That in mind, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you lack confidence in something before.”

“You should have met me when I first started adventuring. You’d be floored by how little confidence I’m capable of having.”

He smiled and laughed lightly. Aymeric walked towards her and said, “You look rather dashing with my old bow.”

“Oh, I didn’t realize. I’m sorry.”

“Naught to apologize for, my love. Consider it our bow.” He led her to lift up the bow again. “Your form is quite good, but don’t waver.” He held onto her bow arm to still her arm, and tilted her chin upward, keeping his hand in place. “Align yourself with the bow. Remember, it follows your lead, and you are a natural leader.” She kept her eye on the center of the target.

“Fire”, he ordered in a low tone.

Dia released her grip, and witnessed the glory of her arrow hitting the very center of the bullseye.

She squealed in excitement and hopped in place like a child, making Aymeric laugh in a mixture of pride and amusement. “Congratulations!”

She pounced him and kissed him in her jubilee, and he returned it happily. After a few seconds of enjoyment, she released and told him coyly, “Thank you for being such a great teacher.”

“Where would I be without my star pupil?”

She grinned and returned to kissing him with more passion behind her efforts than the first time, the both of them soaking in each other’s energy and warmth as the evening began to wane.

Thank you too, Haurchefant. I’ll carry your guidance with me always.

#ffxivwrite2021 #ffxivwrite #ffxiv #haurchefant/wol #aymeric/wol #haurchefant greystone #aymeric de borel #female wol #this is the stupidest i’ve ever written #i’m looking forward to writing stupider #just spritz those two with cold water and get them laid and they act normal #ffxiv fanfiction #fanfiction

[emisfritish]

So as someone who claims to be one of @yihwa closest friends and is all buddy-buddy with her, are you going to address the bulluying she's been doing to other blogs or are you going to stay silent and keep reblogging posts about shows no one cares about but you ? You usually love mansplaining and patronizing others in your posts, why silent now ?

Oh anon, anon, my dear anon. 

I was trying SO BAD to keep my 2021 resolution of focusing on positivity and only interacting with people I genuinely like and respect on this website, why must you bring me back kicking and screaming with the most random ask I’ve received in a while ? Why would you do something so brave (as brave as sending an anon can be anyway), yet so stupid ? You realize I’m a pretty small blog right ? So what do you hope to accomplish by this, exactly ? 

But you know... Fine, I guess. I’ll answer. 

First off let’s get this out of the way, because it’s going to bother me the entire response if I don’t. Mansplaining ?

Like a+ for efforts on shading me, but please look up the meaning of the word.

Realistically, I probably do many things that are too much and/or annoy people (I speak way too much for one, I’ll admit that). But mansplaining isn’t one of them since, you know I... lack key equipment to even be able to mansplain, what with me not being a man and all... 

But anyway, I think I got what you meant, so let’s move on from this. 

I’ll admit I’m mega confused as to why I’m receiving such an ask seeing as :

I have purposefully stayed away from this whole thing even when it was actually hurting a person I adore, specefically because I didn’t want the feeling of ‘being ganged up on’ to grow even deeper for some people involved. 

Axelle and I aren’t close by any means, but as two of the french people in this fandom, we have spoken on occasion and I would hope that if she had some issue with me or wanted to talk about all of this, she would have come directly to me. I know I certainly would have with her, in any case. 

You are right about one thing though, anon. @yihwas and I are very close friends (and please if you people are going to keep dragging her name, can you at least spell it right ? Between you not spelling her url correctly and the people calling her Sophie, I’m losing it here). Sophia’s a queen, I love her and we talk every day. 

Me staying out of this until now in spite of everything that was being said about her and how protective I can be of my friends was entirely out of me trying to be considerate for other people’s feelings (especially when said feelings appear to be so hurt already that the person is fully delving into conspiracy theories and imagining evil plots against her), and because I didn’t believe that constructive conversation could go on under such circumstances. I was genuinely trying to be kind and as non-judgemental as possible. 

With you dragging me into this in the most random way though, I’ll bite. 

I’ve stayed silent up until now, but I do actually agree with most of the criticism that’s been made. I wasn’t about to pile on to what was already going on and worsen the situation and hurt feelings, but I do. Had I believed that talking about those issues in this moment could have led to self-reflection and an open conversation, I would have definitely done so long ago by talking directly to the person involved, because I do believe that some of the things mentioned in all the posts that have gone around can genuinely be seen as problematic. 

More importantly though ? It doesn’t really matter what I personally believe. 

@teh-ohaew said it way better than I could, so please feel free to go and read this post. To sum it up though ? It doesn’t really matter what was intended or not in those posts/tags, it doesn’t matter if you’re the best ally there is : If several people in a community (no matter which one) are telling you that some things you said/did could be seen as offensive, then the only decent thing to really do in this situation is to listen, think it over, and try to reflect before apologizing if necessary.

It’s important, we’ve all had to do it at some point in our lives with the different people we interact with, and it’s how we evolve and grow as people. 

This leads to something else, which is something that deeply bothered me by reading some of the posts going around : there seems to be a misconception that what is being perceived as offensive/problematic is an opinion only shared by Sophia, Shannon and Morgan, and that they’re somewhat leading or pushing other people into sending messages (either on anon or not). Do you guys realize how patronizing and offensive this sounds ?

People are not sheep ready to be led by whoever screams the loudest, has the most followers, or whatever other reason you may have come up with. People can think for themselves and decide of their actions by themselves. God knows I hate how mob-mentality works on tumblr sometimes, but that is not what’s at play here. What’s at play is several different people who may have never interacted before thinking the same thing, and deciding to address the issue.

Sophia and I are indeed great friends, but one of the things I love the most about our friendship is that we can disagree on things (and have in the past), discuss them like the adults we are and move on from there, with both of us coming out of the discussion with a maybe different perspective than the one we had before talking to each other about the issue. In fact when all of this started, Sophia and I did talk about one of the posts in particular and I didn’t necessarily see everything the same way she did, and guess what ? She still loves me ;) 

If that’s the case for me, why wouldn’t it be the case for Shannon and Morgan ? @yihwas  @1akorn and  @minghao-ah are all different people, with different experiences and different thoughts, as are all the people that have spoken out about this issue. Can we stop pretending like they share one brain and aren’t capable of critical thinking by themselves ? Can we stop pretending that sophia is the big bad wolf sending people over to terrorize others, like it was implied in some posts ?

So to answer your question anon, and before anyone goes on thinking that I’ve been brainwashed or am putting this out there only to defend my friend or whatever other theory you may come up with : No, I wasn’t going to say anything about the situation. Not only because there is no bulluying going around, but also because Sophia is Sophia and I am me. I’ve never needed anyone to think for me and neither has Sophia, and we can each behave how we please on our own blogs. 

As you were trying to point out with your frankly hilarious misuse of the word mansplaining, I have no issues expressing my thoughts through posts and neither does Sophia. Both of us (and every one now involved in this) are individuals fully capable of thinking for ourselves, and pretending that three people are causing many others to speak out (and therefore ignoring the initial message being spoken out) is doing a disservice to everyone involved in this issue. 

I’ll finish with one last point, because it’s almost 2:30 AM, I have to work tomorrow and I am tired and frustrated at having been dragged into this when I was trying to be considerate by not saying anything : can we please stop using the words bullying and harrassment out of context and throwing them out there whenever we feel like it ? That’s incredibly harmful to the people actually suffering from those issues, and it’s behaviour like this one which allows those words to lose their meaning and become normalized. 

There isn’t an evil plot at play to try to drive people off of tumblr or whatever else some of you may be thinking, so please let’s come back down to earth and try to talk about all of this like adults.

Now if you don’t mind anon, it’s getting pretty late and I’m pretty tired after writing this novel. So I’ll just go back to trying to keep my blog a positive place like I’ve been doing for the past couple of months, and reblogging posts about shows no one cares about but me, as you’ve perfectly said :) 

I hope you have a good day/night, a good week to come, and a good life. Please let’s never interact again !

#Anonymous #emi answers #ask and you shall receive #seriously though how did you even find me ? #the only way you'd know sophia and I are friends is if you follow either one of us and like... #if you hate her / me so much what are you doing here ? #please let's not do this again and never interact I'm tired of people right now #I'm so pissed that I was genuinely trying to be kind and understanding by not speaking out about this and yet... #here it is #it's late I have a migraine and frankly I low key hate people right now so can I go back to running a mediocre blog in peace now ?

[so--many-fandoms]

Jaskier is technically a noble, right? So he probably had to go through all the fancy noble tutoring and such, not just for math and literacy and normal school stuff but for etiquette and politics and all the noble-specific training that anyone who might end up ruling at least some portion of land would need.

After Cintra falls, Ciri is the last remaining heir to the throne (unless you start looking into distant cousins and other branches that may or may not exist or have any claim to the throne); either way, assuming they manage to drive nilfgard out someday, she’ll be the next ruler. Do you see where I’m going with this?

At some point, probably a few months after they found eachother, Ciri is going to make some comment about how having her former life destroyed sucks but at least she’s escaped her boring old lineage tutor or something, and Geralt is going to realize that not only is he in charge of raising and protecting a tiny human child, he’s in charge of a royal tiny human child who will one day be the Queen of an entire country. Then he’s going to panic because she definitely needs to be learning things for that but they don’t teach Witchers how to be nobles, he has no idea what she needs to learn, this isn’t like sword fighting, he can’t teach her himself! And so his first thought will probably be Yennefer, because she was a court mage and he had probably already asked her to help teach Ciri magic/control. When he asks, though, she says she can’t help him because while sure, they received some court training at Aretuza, it was all manipulation and making people like you enough to avoid getting killed or fired for accidentally offending some random important noble (its a different story if you did so on purpose, of course). Anyway, she had never learned any of the things nobles had to know, and especially not the kinds of things they taught noble children. She was 0% qualified to be a royal tutor for anything beyond magic, and probably reading/languages (particularly Elder) and maybe math, because some spells definitely involve math to get the correct affect.

So Geralt is still panicking, and now he’s thinking he’s going to somehow have to find some noble that he can trust to know where Ciri is, and worse, what kind of noble would be willing to travel around the continent with a Witcher? So he is thinking that he’s probably going to have to leave Ciri with this random noble for months at a time, because she needs an education and to be prepared to rule but how the fuck is he going to find some noble who’s both willing to look after a Witcher’s kid (who might be the crown princess of a powerful kingdom but is also being hunted by a powerful invading army with a dark mage, any political advantage from fostering her would be negated by the huge target doing so would paint on your back) and trustworthy enough that Geralt could let her out of his sight with them? Now, there are two ways this could go.

1) yennefer Knows Things and decided to take pity on Geralt after he’s so clearly (well, clear to people that know him well(or can read minds)) freaking out over the issue, and casually mentions “isn’t that bard of yours a Viscount or something? Maybe he can help.” Skip Geralt’s what kind of viscount is named Jaskier?? confusion (yen: you didn’t know that’s not his real name?), he immediately goes to track Jaskier down, because even if they haven’t seen eachother since the dragon mountain, and Jaskier might never want to see him again no matter how much he apologizes, he knows Jaskier would never turn on Ciri. He finds him rather quickly because a lot of people are gossiping about the “Toss a Coin” bard who has recently debuted a fantastic new tragic love ballad (Geralt is definitely having Feelings the first time he hears it. Maybe it’s just coincidence that the story of Her Sweet Kiss sounds so familiar? It has to be, right? Right??? Because if not... well. There’s a third person in that song, and Geralt doesn’t think he could possibly have been that blind- but then again, he’d never known his friend was a noble or his name wasn’t actually Jaskier, had he?). Cue lots of reunitement feels and apologies and hugs (and Ciri shipping them from the background). Geralt is so relieved that Jaskier is safe and forgave him that he forgets why he had been looking for him so urgently until Jaskier asks something about where he was going/why he was in town or something like that. Geralt says something about how he’s currently raising a Princess, and he can teach her fighting and survival but he didn’t even know she was supposed to be studying things like a century’s worth of noble family trees and how to tell someone to fuck off with silverware until she mentioned how much more exciting monster-identification-lessons were, and apparently Jaskier is actually a noble? Named Julian??? And Jaskier, being fluent in Geralt, correctly interprets this as “what. Geralt. You want me to be Cirilla’s tutor? The future queen of Cintra? I’m not as young as I look, it’s been decades since I had to think about any of that bullshit, oh, fu-sorry, sorry, small ears, gods. I may be a professor at Oxford for a winter every now and then, but I am NOT a royal tutor! Besides the fact that royals learn things lower nobles don’t, I’m from Rhedania, not Cintra, we use an entirely different fashion language, and they have a weird thing about-” “Jaskier. Where the fuck am I going to find a trustworthy Cintran noble, let alone one qualified to teach her?” “Language! and they- oh. Good point. I suppose I know more about it than you do, at the least. Ugh. If I’m going to have to try to remember all this sh-stuff, I definitely am going to need some books. Cintra’s library would be best, country specific info and all, but there’s no way we’re going to get any of that, if it hasn’t burned already. Maybe Oxenfurt? If we-” “make a list. Yen has... resources.” “Well that’s terrifyingly ominous. And I hope you’re planning on letting me teach her music too, if we’re going to have to put up with all this stuffy etiquette!”

2) Yennefer doesn’t say anything, either because she figures Geralt must already know and have chosen not to go to Jaskier for some reason or because she never bothered to pay enough attention to Jaskier to find out herself. Geralt leaves to continue on his way to Kaer Morhen or just Away, because they’re still too close to Nilfgard’s front line for his comfort, and assumes that he’s just going to have to wait for the war to end to find a trustworthy noble who can teach her. On the way, they hear that Jaskier is just a couple of towns out of their way and decide to go find him because Geralt has been wanting to apologize for being a dick for months but he’d been too focused on Ciri’s safety to track him down (or maybe they just walk into a tavern and he’s there, preforming, and it’s awkward and angsty and leaves Ciri wishing she could lend them a brain cell or two because clearly they have none). Geralt apologizes, angst is had, feelings are aired. In the end, Jaskier decides to follow them because he’s missed Geralt and also he’s kind of famous for being the White Wolf’s Bard, and if Nilfgard is looking for Geralt a squishy (mostly?)human bard is a much easier target than a Witcher, and so he should also probably be heading away from the war and who is he to deny the extra protection of traveling together? Anyway, after they’ve been reunited for a few days or weeks, Jaskier gets fed up because he knows Geralt has been angsting over something, and at first he thought it was related to the whole reunion drama but it’s been long enough and it clearly has not gotten better. So he waits until Ciri is asleep and ambushes Geralt with concerned questions because sometimes the element of surprise was the only way to get him to spill things regarding feelings. Geralt knows he won’t give up, so he tells him about how he’s worried because he can do his best to protect Ciri physically, but he never thought himself qualified to raise a child, let alone a princess who will inherit a kingdom, and he knows there are a lot of things she should be learning to be ready for her future responsibilities but he had never had anything even resembling a noble education, and Yennefer may have been a court mage but she didn’t either, and unless Jaskier had some secret noble lover who would be willing to travel with them and live in a castle full of Witchers for however long the war lasted, he wasn’t going to be able to give her the education she needed until at least after the war, and she’d probably be expected to take the throne at that point so clearly that would be an issue, because while on the job training is great the fate of the kingdom would be in the balance, and- (okay, a lot of that was probably Jaskier reading between the lines. Geralt would never have spoken that much, but he was definitely thinking all of it, and Jaskier had gotten quite good at reading his Witcher over the years, thank you very much). “Geralt. You do know I’m technically a Viscount, right?” *confused silence* “Sure, I might not know every detail about Cintra’s trade history or some of the more royal-specific stuff, and it’s been a while since I had my own lessons, but if I had to sit through 16 years of unbearable Nobility Education, I may as well do something useful with it. I might not be at all qualified under normal circumstances, but I’m definitely better than nothing, right? And I can easily make learning it much more interesting than some stuffy old tutor or governess. Do you know how much easier it is to memorize dates and names when set to music?” “What the fuck.” “Oh, and literature! Rhetoric! Grammar! Not necessarily vital to ruling, you have scribes for a reason, but really words are one of the few things I actually am officially qualified to teach. No reason I shouldn’t go the whole way if I’m already doing this, and a good education is an important tool for anyone.”

#the witcher #im sorry this is so long #if only i had this much motivation for my essays #geraskier #jaskieralt? #ciri #cirilla fiona elen riannon #i love her #honestly i love all of them

[hollenka99]

For @thefightisntoverme 's presentation (if they still need resources).

Chase doesn't understand why he didn't think of this before. The key to waking Jack up was in front of them all along. Marvin had countless spell books. All they'd have to do was find the right one.

He falters at the door to Marvin's room. Why hadn't Marvin woken Jack up himself? Was there not a spell to bring people back from comas?

No, Chase decides, Marvin has just been busy with his shows. They were all busy. Marvin performed, Jackie could be called out at any moment, Henrik checked up on Jack regularly and Chase himself was responsible for maintaining the channel in Jack's absence. Oh and there was Jameson too. But he had enough on his plate, what with the whole time-displacement thing.

Marvin's bookshelves were always so neatly arranged. The whole room was neat. The only thing out of place was his clothes, hastily tossed on the bed. It was a complete contrast to Marvin himself. The magician was constantly stuck in his head, thinking about god knows what. Chase had lost track of the times Marvin had been startled into a conversation.

He skimmed through as many books as he could simultaneously. He'd teased his friend about the amount of Post-It notes he bought. Now Chase understood. Most pages had multiple notes stuck to them. Some were translations from Latin or Gaellic, others were advice about using them. He came across a page with three notes.

Blood to blood a bond is made, one to slumber other to wake was next to the Latin incantation.

Stupidly dangerous. Don't bother trying unless desperate. And then still don't try it. had been written completely in red pen.

"Turn to page 12 to learn how to be a creep!" poked fun at the book suggesting the reader should remind themselves how to correctly perform spells involving blood.

The spell itself didn't look too complex. It involved smearing the caster's blood on the target's eyes and then their own while speaking the Latin incantation. Chase didn't want to intentionally harm himself, especially after all the progress he'd made, but if it meant helping Jack, he'd do it. All he needed was Marvin's advice.

"Hey, Marv?"

"Yeah?"

"I've been looking at some spells-"

"Where?"

"Uh..."

"Where did you find spells?" Marvin asked more forcefully. "You were the one who went through my stuff. I knew something wasn't right when I got back to find them all jumbled up."

"Maybe? Look, I'm sorry-"

"What gave the right to rummage through my things? How would you like it if I trespassed in your room and did the same, huh?"

"I just wanted to see if there was anything to help Jack."

"Well, there isn't! And don't start a conspiracy that I'm hiding something because I'm not."

"What about the one with blood and sleep- No, slumber. The one with blood and slumber." He opens the book to show his friend the specific spell. The magician's shoulders slump as he scans the page.

"Maybe if I tried the spell, I could manipulate it so 'slumber' meant what I wanted it to but it would be extremely tricky. The spell itself is too risky to try in the first place. Plus, blood spells are dodgy by nature. I'm sorry, Chase, I don't think there's a spell that can help us. Trust me, I've been looking this whole time. We'll just have to hope he'll wake up soon."

Obviously, speaking to the expert was getting him nowhere. The conversation ended with Marvin chastising him once more for the trespassing. Well, if Marvin wasn't going to do anything, Chase would have to take matters into his own hands. It was a good thing he'd taken a picture of the spell on his phone.

As much as they liked to joke about how they rarely slept, everyone who lived here settled down after evening. They didn't necessarily go to sleep but they generally kept to themselves after 9pm. He could use this lull in activity to visit Jack and probably get away with it.

Sitting at the end of Jack's bed, Chase thinks of his children. He would hate it if he never saw Samantha and Flynn again. Chase didn't know what he was doing at all. Magic had and always would be Marvin's thing. That said, swine would take to the sky before Stacy allowed him the joint custody he deserved. If he was going to be such a minor part of their lives, what difference would this make? He had little to lose. After all, he was doing this for Jack, for the chance of normality to resume.

"Sorry dude, this is going to be a bit weird. If all goes well, you'll soon be awake enough to wash it off." He flinches as the knife digs into his arm. He smears some blood on Jack's eyes and then his own, as per the spell's instructions. "Sanguis, sanguinis vinculum fit, unum somno aliis excitar."

Within a minute, he's fighting intense fatigue. Looks like this spell doesn't mess around. He reminds himself staying awake goes completely against what he's hoping to achieve here. He's falling asleep when someone begins tugging on his bleeding arm. Oh yeah, Schneeplestein checked on Jack before calling it a night. Whoops. Or maybe it's Jack. That would mean it's worked. Whoever it is, they need to leave him alone. He couldn't sleep with all this shaking.

There's a European voice and it's loud. Weren't they all European? No, Britain was leaving Europe. Not that Chase understands how a country can just stop being part of a continent. Imagine the UK moving to be part of Africa or Oceania. Wow, when he wakes up tomorrow, he's going to have such strange dreams to tell the others about.

Yeah, in the morning. Tomorrow he'd... he'd do stuff.

The following morning, Jack sat at the dining table. The doctor, mute and superhero sat with him in awkward quiet.

"How are you feeling?" Henrik asks.

"I don't know, in serious need of coffee? What do you want me to say?" He mutters into his mug. "I shouldn't be awake."

"If it's any consolation, we tried to stop him." Jackie speaks up.

"What the hell are talking about? You didn't know he was going to do anything. Only I knew about the spell." Marvin makes his first appearance since the night before. "If any of you ever think of using my books, you have another thing coming, understand? You try find my books, you go in my room or even ask me about magic, don't even bother."

"Marvin, stop this. We know you're upset-" The superhero tries to defuse the situation.

"Upset?" Marvin chuckles, lifting his hand a little to reveal a ripped page. "Upset?! No, I'd be upset if one of you betrayed my trust," The page becomes two parts. "ignored me despite coming to hear what I had to say and" Four pieces now. "did the one thing I told you not to." Eight. "Maybe, just maybe, I might know what I'm talking about. Maybe if I say a spell is too dangerous to try, especially if you don't have magic yourself, you should listen to me. Maybe you should leave the magic to me, the one who actually has some."

The shreds were on the floor, flickering from dying flames. Marvin collapsed on the sofa. He sinks into the cushions after neglecting his own bed in favour of books. Before burying his face into the sofa, he makes one last bitter comment. 

"Welcome back, Jack. I hope it was worth it."

#writers of jack #writersofjack #jacksepticeye #jacksepticeye egos #this could have been executed better #marvin's having a bad time #he'll apologise to jack later #i don't write marvin enough #which is to say i've never written marvin

[sixpenceeeharms]

Responding to a year’s worth of hate mail

lol it’s been a while since we ventured into the inbox. here’s a selection of the hate mail we’ve received.

all of these have usernames attached because we have anon off, but since I don’t necessarily trust everyone who reads this not to send (arguably deserved) hate, I’m not including the names. you’re welcome.

Thats why all u can call out are sources and “art theft” Ur legit jus mad bc u dont have anywhere near as many followers as they do. Grow the fvck up, man, and act ur age.

you first. make sure to pay attention in your 3rd grade spelling class! it’s really important to learn how to write properly. :)

People need to grow a spine and stop being so butt hurt by every little thing. I do agree that art 6p uses needs to be correctly sourced and credited to the OC, but sometimes it can be hard finding a credible correct source to a specific image

oh my god. you’ve made a medical breakthrough. you’ve managed to figure out spinal regeneration AND a solution to the opioid epidemic??? get this person a nobel prize!!!

also here’s how to find the source for an image it’s really not that hard

There are no sources for some of sixpence’s stuff I’m calling the cops

don’t forget to call a whaaaambulance too we need to be hospitalized from that sick burn

I love how you guys take stuff out of context! Like my favorite is people correcting you on stuff sixpenceee said and you calling it harassment, super funny keep up the great comedy!

thanks! so nice to see our work is appreciated :)

Get over it!

get over what. you need to be more specific. get over a nearby mountaintop? get over our own past hangups? get over what Joss Whedon did to Natasha Romanoff? because that last one is never going to happen.

c'mon dude, grow the fuck up . you're probably some little baby who's sad that she gets more attention then you do. boo fucking hoo. you're a god damn child

you can tell we aren’t babies because we’re allowed to say “fuck”

After looking through your "evidence" to all the things you claim sixpencee to do and be, the only thing I've seen is that your nothing but a typical Tumblr social justice extremist who wants attention. You don't wanna close this blog? The fucking fine, Tumblr will be more than happy to do that for you since this blog is meant to target someone. You should be ashamed of yourself.

we’ll add “be ashamed of ourselves” to our to do list, thanks! quick question tho. is “the fucking fine” a new tax on nsfw posts? b/c that’s quite an innovative way to deal with pornbots that I think legit should be tried.

I feel like you're a sad person if you have to have a blog about someone you don't like. Obviously, you being negative about sixpenceee being negative doesn't make a positive. I hope you find happiness and someday you're able to not waste your time analyzing and scrutinizing a blog every day.

if making a blog about someone you don’t like makes you a sad person, what does sending hate mail to a blog you don’t like make you?

certainly not a good person, that’s for sure.

yoo, i understand that you don't like her blog (it's quite clear), but was an entire blog dedicated to shitting on her reall neccessary? You're not exactly making anyone happier, it's more along the lines of ruining someones blog. Some of your 'proof' posts trot into special snowflake territory (hate me all you want but it's true) and it's a valid argument for the people that can actually accept mistakes and move on. Call put her mistakes sure, but you're really dragging them out too far.

yeah, it’s necessary, because a lot of the people who call sixpenceee out end up deactivating / removing posts because they get inundated with hate from sixpenceee’s fans. 

also we’re not the ones ruining sixpenceee’s blog. she’s doing a great job of doing that herself; we’re just shining a spotlight on it.

I just think there are far worse people in the world, and sixpence could really be a pretty agreeable person with just a different perspective and different environment around her than you or others. But are those differences enough for us to completely demonize her and instead not try to relate to her enough to level with her and communicate on a more constructive basis ?Aren't there worse people in the world that need exposing versus just a girl who likes to post over related things?

this just in, supporting child slavery is not problematic, it’s just a different perspective!

I don't want to defend sixpence but this blog really isn't productive in the slightest. Maybe people will unfollow on the off chance they run into your blog? Or...You COULD do normal things like contact the authorities, report literally every chance you get (since you clearly you have the free time). If you're not going to actually do something then you're part of the problem. A little blog won't even dent the change you want to make.

you think we haven’t reported sixpenceee’s bullshit? tumblr doesn’t do shit about it because she’s one of their most popular bloggers.

and I dunno, the 200+ positive messages in our inbox thanking us for making this blog mean something. not much, but something.

Do you seriously have nothing better to do than to have a blog dedicating to defiling another blog?? Like why???? You COULD just unfollow her and go about your life instead of being extra and making a blog about your teenage angst

ngl I love that you used the word “defile”. it’s a fantastic word that’s really underutilized

Woowwwwwww someone pissed in your cheerios lmfao

...I was wondering what that taste was. thanks for clearing up that little mystery!

You have too much time on your hands lol

thank you for reminding me of the absolutely awful movie In Time. please don’t steal my time, I need that.

This is beyond stupid. I love Tumblr cause we can post whatever we want and show others who we really are. I can't do this on Facebook lol so why go after someone who wants to post whatever they want or interested in?? There is no harm going on. I think your just jealous. If you don't like the posts then just don't follow the person. Making a page about how much you don't like sixpence is very immature!

we’re also posting what we want and showing the world who sixpenceee really is. freedom of speech doesn’t just apply to people you agree with, you know.

Forgive me if I misunderstand, but what is the goal here? To get her page taken down? Why are you spending so much energy to call out one person for their, frankly, common misconceptions and issues? Wouldn't it be easier to hide her content from your own viewing so that you don't have to see it? Couldn't you give her your grievances directly? I mean ultimately it's about whatever makes you feel better. No one can stop you, but you also gotta know that you can't necessarily stop her either.

check the FAQ for our goals. 

and sixpenceee is notorious for ignoring people who don’t kiss her ass

and you’re right. you can’t stop us now cuz we’re haVING A GOOD TIME HAVING A GOOD TIME!!

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#mod ghast #haters #lol it's been so long i can't remember what tags we used

[jianyitopia]

💜 You see, what's not easy with being a fan, no matter who your idol is, is that you can't necessarily be as close as you wish you were to your beloved and cherished idol. Though they are mere human beings, you put them on pedestal because of your love for them, because of how much they represent for you. You saved their songs and they saved your life. Today, I can easily say that I am happy. I am happy that I encountered BTS' words when I wasn't really at ease with myself, I am happy that I was able to see what was in the heart of these seven young men and I am beyond happy that they were able to see in mine and to heal it. I touched my dream. As I was running towards the doors, I did not realize how close I was to my very own dream. The Arena's staff were all laughing at me, because I was panicked, I was crying, I was shaking, I don't think I would've been able to spell my name correctly if they'd asked it. And then, this woman said "Just run, you've got nothing restraining you, run towards the doors!" And I did as I was told, feeling wings growing on my back, flying towards these doors behind which was my dream. And when I opened it, it was like a squall of emotion seizing me, and my heart. Tears were falling on my cheeks and I had no control over it, and they are still flowing at the very moment. I tripped and stuttered, asking for directions, and finally found my place. Mine, my very own place, it was just like a ticket to my dream. I sat down, quite not realizing what was happening to me and where I was. I turned around, saw many unknown faces but very familiar hearts and feelings. I lit up my lightstick and saw a color that gave me goosebumps ; it was purple. The color of love, the color of trust, the color of BTS, of us, of our heart. The crowd was singing along to songs that were being broadcast on huge screens and I started singing too, joining my voice so that we were all one at this moment. I checked my watch, and the lights suddenly went down. I could not feel my own heartbeat ; my heart wasn't beating on his own anymore, but BTS' songs were beating at its place. Loud cheerings replaced the song we were singing, not knowing what was happening. That was then, I knew. I was about to meet my idols, my stars, my life saviors, I was about to meet BTS. The feeling I got when I first saw them is something even I would not be able to describe. It was purple and yellow, it was a full rainbow of color and of emotions, it was my heart beating along with theirs, it was my tears mixing with their sweat, it was our blood pulsing at the rythm of their music. It was our feet stomping all over the Arena, it was smiles and laughs, it was clapping and dancing, it was cheering and fainting. It was unreal, ethereal, but it was real. Never had I felt so alive before. I screamed until my lungs hurt, until my head was about to explode, I flayed my vocal cords like there was no tomorrow, I danced and felt the heat, the power and the impact of what was happening to me. Flames were splashing through the scene, water was splashing through Yoongi's bottles, and screams were splashing through the whole crowd. I could feel the boys' contentment of being here, they were all so excited and we were all in osmosis, I really felt the concact bewteen us, I really felt this so special of a relation between fans and idols. Our lighsticks were all in synch, our hearts were all in synch and I had never felt something like this before. My boys, my lovers, my friends, my protectors, my seven angels were right in front of me, and we were one, we were dancing together, we were singing together, with nothing to hold us back. It was just pure love, and pure excitement. When they started talking, everyone quieted down to respectfully listen to them, cheering and encouraging them. The stomping started again, it sounded like the whole world was about to collapse around us and I saw something that I will never be able to forget : Taehyung eyes were filled with stars, I could see our reflects in his eyes, I could see the purple love in his eyes and his flabbergasted expression, his mouth agaped with shock, and the chills going down from his head to his toes, I could see everything and I can see it again. "That thing you did before....." he said, as he started jumping adorably on his feet, "I sincerely got goosebumps." Sometimes, I don't understand how these boys are so surprised to receive this much love. But tonight I understood, as we interwined our eyes, our hearts and our feelings, they were looking at us with so much love in their eyes, they were embracing the whole crowd with only their eyes trying to memorize each and every one of our faces, with their smile. I felt so loved, I couldn't stop crying. Because god knows how much I love them but oh boy, how much they love us too. "So show me, I'll show you" we sang all together as we showed them our love, and they showed us their. You took my hands and led me to the path of euphoria, happiness, and self-acceptance. You danced with me and sang with me, you cried and laughed with me and you lived with me. I seriously can't get over what happened, and don't want to, because these guys are the best thing to have happened in my life. They made my person turn into pure love and happiness, and I don't think I'll have enough of a lifetime to express how grateful I feel towards them. They made me learn how to love myself, they made me reflect on aspects of life I didn't want to face, the made me who I am today. Kim Seokjin, Kim Namjoon, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, Jeon Jungkook, I love you, I really do. Thank you for everything you've done up until now, and for all the things we're going to live together, until the end of the world. You guys are special for me, you guys deserve so much. I love you so much. "We'll come back next year, Paris je t'aime." Je vous aime, BTS.

- Julie 💜

#bts #bts in paris #day 2 #beyond the stage #i purple you #army bomb #bts concert #paris #french #army #kim seokjin #kim namjoon #min yoongi #jung hoseok #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #jungoo #he was injured #but still gave it his all #i love them #my picture #my text #my love #proud army #im still crying #btw #julie #💜

[bang-me-bangtan-style]

CHAPTER NINE

WORD COUNT: 3303

Sehun had completely stopped interacting with you, and you felt like shit, but you deserve every bit of shit there could possibly be. You had broken him over and over where he had completely become this monster. And just when the old sehun was coming back you created a worse one. One who wouldn't even acknowledge your existence. But you had to remember, you wanted this you wanted nothing to do with him. You're the one who had improper feelings not him so you should suffer in every way possible.

You had been avoiding Kris for some time now, you didn't even talk to him in 1st hour. and he was confused on what he had did. At least according to Tao. But you didn't want to deal with Kris, or anyone of that matter, and you especially didn't want to deal with...

"GD, seriously I'm not in the mood, so if you wouldn't." You said trying to stop this ship before it sailed. He looked at you in annoyance.

"Why are you like this?" he gave you this look.

You looked at him back the same way." I could say the same, why are you?" You were now face to face and he smelled good.

"I'm not anything bu-"

"A man whore? I know," You finished off for him.

"Yah that's not what I was going to say," He said pissed off.

"Well it's what you should have said," You said looking up into his eyes.

He sighed and took a step back, "When will I ever get you to understand me? Although you're like this I try for you-"

you were now fuming who even asked him to, "I don't need you to understand me! I never asked you too!"

He looked around people were now staring. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you into an empty class room. "KEEP YOUR VOICE DOWN!" He yelled at you.

Your eyes became big and you decide that you wouldn't go down without a fight. "Leave me alone and why are you yelling then?!" You yelled back.

He pressed you against the wall. "Listen up and listen well. " he said through gritted teeth. "All I'm trying to do is be nice, because I like you. I like you a lot that I'm willing to change for you because I want to be with you but you just won't let me in." He backed off you now that he had your full attention." I like you Ana but you're so difficult, closed off, and shielded that I don't know how to step in."

But when had you said you wanted anyone to step in? let's face it, he was forcing himself in. And that you didn't like.

You had to admit that you had a butterfly for on GD here and there. It was something you didn't want to acknowledge because he is the last person you want to say that about, but if he could help you get over sehun why not? What girl didn't like GD though? you only lied and said you never would like someone like that ever. But that was all in the past.

"Ha-ha, you change? What kind of drugs are you on now ?" Laughing at him. Joke it was a joke, but GD wasn't having it. He gave you an asshole look.

"Nothing, I really am sincere." he said bitchy because you just thought this was a game. You couldn't see that he was being really sincere.

He was now pressed against you and you were both face to face. His hands were on your hips and you about died. He was putting it on you because you could feel him through his uniform pants. He hesitantly kissed your neck afraid you would freak out and push him off. But you didn't. and that he liked. That right there gave him so much hope.

"Do you want this or not?" he said huskily. So straight forward he was.

God, you were soaked. So, this is why the girls dropped their shit for him. The effect he had was like a spell. Your eyes glazed over in lust and he barley did a thing. His lips found yours and you didn't hesitate to kiss back. You were doing things you don't normally do? With him. What is this sorcery?

This bad boy had you in the palm of his hand. That boy, had you wrapped around his fingers. It was a wrap. GD caught you, you were in his trap now. Nothing was ever going to be the same again with him. This was how he got the girls to swoon all over him. He liked to think of it as a 1 on 1 session, one he would very much like to finish in the bed.

But since Kris cheated on you, you decided that you needed someone, anyone to get back at him. Because that was just the kind of person you were sadly. "Ana I want to take you right here and right now but I won't." He said finding the will to back off. And he did. Leaving you glazed over and what not. It was like you were somebody else. "Ana come to my party." He said grabbing the door handle. "you won't regret it." And he left.

"Shit." You said, shit shit shit shit..." you just kept repeating. You were in such deep shit.

You waited a few seconds before walking out the class room after him. When you shut the door behind you. Sehun was about to walk past the door but stopped when you came out. And next to him unfortunately was his slut. This bitchhhhhhhhhhh.

You looked at him and his girlfriend gave you that look of disgust. Stupid bitch. You couldn't stand her. You didn't know why she tried you every fucking time, guess she wanted another ass beating. She's lucky you had class so wouldn't smack the shit out of her for disrespecting you.

Sehun looked over to GD who was just about to walk around the corner to the next hall. He then looked back at you and disappointment was written all over his face. You adverted your gaze elsewhere and walked passed them both. As you looked back you ran into Kris.

"Ana." He said just as surprised as you were. He been trying to talk to you, calling you, and texting you but you just weren't having his shit right now.

Great. Let's cut this shit short.

You didn't want to deal with him right now. You tried walking away from him. Why are you being like this? What did I do?" he grabbed your arm.

Ugh.

"I don't know you tell me." You said bitchy.

He closed his eyes. "Eun mi?" Wow so he knows? " it's not what you think." He sighed out opening his eyes.

"Oh, then what is it then? She is a slut and you know that." You said pointing to him. " and I know that" you said pointing to yourself. not recognizing your angry voice.

"Were not dating." He snapped. Indicating that you shouldn't be mad when you guys weren't an item. But whatever.

See, this pissed you off. He said all these things to you. Said he was going to change. And that you were to take it slow. But look first week, but why Eun mi though. That was sehun's sluts best friend which maybe was the reason why you hated the fact that he cheated. Or in your case, since you weren't dating "talked to someone else."

You were caught off guard by his words and you were paralyzed in the throat at that moment. You couldn't even speak. So, since you found that your legs could move you walked away. Why was he being such a dick? And why did you care? And the crazy part it didn't hurt much. You just were scared because... your use of him was being obstacled. And you seemed to be catastrophic every chance you got. (Going overboard with things.) Just because you felt like it and no one would stop you.

"Ana..." he tried to grab you but you weren't having it. You disappeared up the stairs going to your next class. Because you didn't want to hear it. That was the end of it and that's because you said so. Never again would you trust Kris.

2ND HOUR LP LANGUAGE

"Hey." you were greeted by Baekhyun but you didn't want to talk to anyone right now. Kris, sehun, and GD were getting on your last nerves. You didn't want to add Baekhyun to the list.

"Okay then ignore me then." Baekhyun said enthusiastically, sitting down in his seat in the back.

The empty seat next to his was Sehuns. Sehun strolled in, as usual you couldn't tell what he was feeling. but he didn't hesitate to give a look. A look of disgust. Well at least he acknowledge you? You zoned out it was Friday and that raggedy party GD was trying to get you to go to popped in your head. Ugh. How annoying. Why couldn't he just leave you alone. You had enough problems and dealing with him pissed you off. And what pissed you off more was the effect he had you all of sudden it was like.. since you were playing so hard to get he pulled out a wild card and played it. He was playing you and you were suddenly playing back.

Class had started and you started to zone out. You started thinking about things and didn't necessarily know where you were getting at when you thought about your life problems. you always seem to be going back to square one with your thoughts.

"Ana, please come correct this sentence. " you jumped out your thoughts. You didn't even realize class started. You were too out of it. How long was you like that? You magnetically made eye contact with sehun as you stood in front of the class.

"OK now correct it into the right form." Ahh son of a bitch why were you picked on anyways? Damn teachers.

You tried to do your best to kind of wing it since you didn't know what the fuck was even going on. "Alright, are you done?" seonsangnim asked you shook your head yes and hoped for the best. "Class is this right?" He said putting your shit on blast. Really? No shit Sherlock. It is wrong. You know it was wrong. Why did he have to do the most?

"No, she forgot everything." Sehun said from the back. "well then, Please Mr. oh teach your sister how to do things." Seonsangnim said. You gave you teacher a look. Really? did he just tell you off like that. And there went that anxiety rising higher as sehun made his way to the front. You were the stupid one clearly. Sehun was always better than you in every possible way.

Ugh.

Sehun corrected over your hand writing and you stood watching as he correctly fixed the English sentence. The right Grammar and everything.

"Ah thank you Mr. Oh, At least someone was playing attention. Mrs. Oh make sure to learn from your brother, better yet pay attention in my class." he said clearly annoyed. The whole class stared at you as you made your way back your seat. Sehun stared at you with them and you felt like it was you against them. God, you were such a piece of shit. You were glad it was Friday. This school shit was getting to be a burden.

Never mind, you needed this weekend. And what better was other to party. All you wanted to do was get drunk and forget that life was such a bitch. Maybe you could drink yourself to death. All you knew was you wouldn't care about anything or anybody. Maybe you could go to that party after all.

The bell finally rang and sehun and you took the same route to your guys 3rd hour. He was at your heals and you'd wish he would go away and take everyone in this school with him so you could be alone. He didn't say anything and neither did you.

"Oh, look who it is oh Luhana."

(A\N: I think I'm going to change her name to OH Sehana? What do you guys think?)"

You glared at the person outside your math teacher's door. And you wish you could make him disappear.

"Kai fuck off." You said walking past him and into the room. After that you didn't pay attention. You didn't want to, He was about to follow you in there but sehun pushed him back with annoyance. Kai was so annoying when it came to you these days he was like obsessed with you and sehun didn't like it.

"Stop leave her alone. She doesn't like you."

Kai laughed, "she doesn't like you either and you're her brother. " and kai pushed sehun's face back as if to dismiss him. Kai tried to walk pass sehun to get to you but...

BAM!

You looked towards the door, only to see sehun punch kai in the face. In no time a crowd gathered around. What the actual fuck was going on that made your brother punch kai, his best friend? And chanyeol ran up just in time.

Now you started to pay attention.

"What the FUCK." Chanyeol said as him and now Baekhyun pulled them both apart. Everyone in class was interested and had gotten out their seats.

"Sehuns mad because his sister hates his guts." he said throwing chanyeol off.

"fuck you Kim Jongin. Your obsessed with the fact that you can't bang my sister because she doesn't want you." He yelled in Baekhyun embrace.

Everyone inside kept looking at you since you were the topic of the fight.

"Oh yeah." He said getting in Sehuns face and chanyeol went to grab him again. "but at least it's okay if I do it." Chanyeol made sure to hold him from sehun.

Your heart dropped. His words didn't set right with you and you were on the verge of tears and a panic attack.

Okay everyone was lost what exactly was going on. Sehun punched him again and this time "your fucking sick! " sehun yelled at kai as his fist came in connected with his face.

"really but who has a relationship with his sister so closely?" Kai pushed wiping the blood of his lip. Trying to taunt sehun with shit he didn't even know about.

Another drop in the heart for you along with the pressure of a panic attack.

"what are you even saying kai, they don't even get along, they barely talk you're a dumb ass," Baekhyun said becoming very angry with kai, he looked at kai closely, and let go of sehun, "dude you fucked up." He said looking into kais eyes. "chanyeol get him out of here, leave school before his dumb ass gets caught with being under the influence of drugs."

Still, you were paralyzed. Time was in slow motion as you seen kai being taken away by chanyeol.

"I'll tell you what's fucked up-"kai continued.

Chanyeol stopped as kai wouldn't budge.

Now that you looked at him you could tell kai was on something. And maybe delusional. And why was he on drugs anyways what the fuck?

"Quit making up things!" Sehun again went for kai but Baekhyun held him back. Chanyeol finally managed to man handle kai and leave.

Everyone was whispering about kai and what he meant. And you just couldn't. Sehun seen you leave and he followed after you along with Baekhyun.

"What's going on why are you all standing here.?!" The teacher yelled oblivious to what just happened since he just arrived. "Get to your damn classes.

Meanwhile: You hid in the girl's bathroom. You were feeling burdened by kais words they just didn't sit right with you. It was like he knew something he shouldn't about you and you were about to hyperventilate.

"Ana." Sehun knocked on your cubical door. He had gone into the girls bathroom to follow after you. You put your foot up on the stool and hugged them. "Ana I know you in there." You closed your eyes tight and tears fell down your face.

"leave me alone." You said betrayed by your voice.

Ana, he is just talking shit." He pleaded.

"Go away."

"Ana." And suddenly the door opened. And you busted out crying. The stupid cheap ass locks broke on you as sehun barged in on the door. Grabbing you in his arms.

Meanwhile Baekhyun stood outside the bathroom as a look out.

"Byun Baekhyun why are you not in class?" Principal lee said.

"Shit." Baekhyun cursed out loud.

" mwo?!! Are you cussing?! "He said displeased.

"Mianhamnida I didn't me-"

but principal lee cut him off. "In my office now."

"Shit." Baekhyun accidentally let out again.

"now!" he started following him.

"Arasso." Baekhyun followed him.

Back in the bathroom

"why is he saying things like that?" You cried to him.

Sehun stood you up and pulled you out of the girl's bathroom but before he did he whispered Baekhyun's name. poking his head out the door. who didn't answer. damnit. where the fuck did he go? finally realizing he was nowhere to be found he grabbed you on the hallway that he knew had empty class rooms. shutting and locking the door behind you guys sehun brought you to the back and motioned for you to sit in the corner. So no one walking passed the window could see you guys.

the class was quiet and the light was off. and you couldn't help your sobbing. it was worrying you to the point that kai may know about you. you wouldn't know why or how he knew, you have never told anyone about your dark secret. so how would he know? by body language? if so you were hurt that you weren't strong enough to hold up your guard.

"Ana look at me stop crying." he grabbed you in his arms." kai had this thing back when we were all friends. he was jealous of me and your close relationship. he thought there was something on between us two as.." he didn't even want to say it. " you know what I mean, "he said avoiding you eye contact.

"but I just kept telling him we were just that close but NOT that close." and you couldn't stop crying. all your actions towards you brother had gotten someone to catch on. it was all your fault.

"but I seriously told him incest is wrong and is forbidden. I would never do something so disgusting out of line with you I mean come Ana were brother and sister how could we do such things? even the members agreed with me kai was making things up because he was jealous that is all don't worry too much. "and he kissed your head. But why did it hurt when he said it aloud. "it's wrong" "its forbidden"

"your very beautiful Ana and it brings out the dog in most men. "he said.

You still were crying.

"Ana please stop." but you couldn't Kim Jongin had figure part of it out. No matter if he was badmouthed about saying such things, or just trying to stir shit up. the thing was you tried to hid and protect sehun from this, and look it just go picked up by observation. but there was one thing kai got wrong he had it wrong. he thought sehun was in love with you. but little did he know it was really you. you were the disgusting one not him.

Mission status: slowly giving up.

#EXO #oh sehun #iluvexo12 #sehun #asianfanfics #fanfic #forbidden love #exo luhan #baekhyun #kim kai #gdragon #gd #kris wu #chanyeol #oc #original character #wattpad #kpop

[bazzledazzled]

Reversed- Chapter 1

So me and @alexfierrno decided that we would try to make all of you die of the feels by doing a colab so ye here’s chapter one of our Solangelo Angel/Demon AU based on this post. Alex wrote the Nico parts and I wrote the Will parts!!! Um… I think that @dhdrawings and @fangirl6202 wanted to be tagged in it and hope you enjoy!!!!

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

~Nico~

He was the worst in existence. No exaggeration. No one even tried to tell him otherwise. Not like they told him, but they all thought it. Angels can’t hide things from each other. It was one of the most awful things about the jobs. The… Openness. He was dark, gloomy, a shadow, and he was in a world where he should’ve been the sun.

People liked the sun, it was bright and noticeable. It was happy and peaceful. He liked the sun, how couldn’t he? It was the sun he was looking at and basking in, before he accidentally saved the princes of halos and sea. Oh gods, it was an accident he’d regret forever. (He couldn’t say ‘till he die, he couldn’t die).

“Yes,” He thought. “I’m going to set a record as the universe’s worst angel ever.” He was the heir of Hell after all. Even if his strangely dark long hair didn’t give it away, or the black soulless eyes, it was his wings weren’t even that bright white they were this ebony black, the feathers of a raven, like some sort of a perpetually teenage Grimm Reaper. Nico Di Angelo, the Haloed Grimm Reaper, the worst angel in existence.

Maybe if his halo hadn’t magically appeared like it normally happens, maybe if he hadn’t been appointed by Zeus himself, they would doubt him. They would kick him out of Heaven and send him back to Hell. It was really Hell to him, it wasn’t like the other h- word - home- either. But nowhere ever was. Maybe home wasn’t a conception a demon born could get. Halo or not. Even when Hazel was born, Nico still felt alone.

“Hey, Di Angelo. Get over here.” Someone called.

“Huh?” Nico stands up, flying at the edge of the clouds, he turned to see Annabeth. One of the better, not necessarily nicer, but better, angels. The average golden haired, gold-skinned, but also incredibly smart.

“Stop flapping those wings of yours and follow me.” Annabeth nodded towards the classic (cliche) pearly gates.

“What’s going on?” He swooping over to the blonde’s side.

“You’re about to find out.” She says, stone-faced.

“I’m not talking to Zeus.” Nico’s eyes go wide and he shakes his head. She turns to look at him with an eyebrow raised,

“C'mon Nicholas.” Annabeth rolls her eyes.

“What did I do…” Nico mutters.

“WHERE IS SHE?” The wind gusted, carrying out a panicked angry voice.

“Hold your electric horse’s Sparks. She’s mine friend too, we’re trying. We can’t just make assumptions.” Annabeth said.

“Who’d they take?” Nico said bored. Knowing how this work.

“His girlfriend. Piper McLean.” Annabeth said.

“Well shit…”

“We have a contact.”

“What?”

“Someone who works for your father.” Pause.

“I didn’t think that was possible…” Nico thought.

“What’s his name?”

“Will Solace.” And now, there I was. And Will Solace happened to have the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen on a demon.

~Will~

Hell. Burning fires, tortured souls, and an inky blackness that should consume you, leaving away nothing but darkened eyes and demented souls. Everything about the afterlife was supposed to be darker than the darkest allies, and this was why I stuck out like a sore thumb.

When you think of a demon, you see what they give you in TV shows and movies. Eyes that are completely black, twisted minds playing cruel jokes, and the urge to kill everything in sight. When I first went downstairs, I thought that they where wrong and nobody did their research correctly. That demons just looked like…. well… people. But then two other demons, I believe their names where Octavian and Luke, where sent to fetch me to see the boss.

They almost scared me to death. Their mouths where twisted into a cruel smirk as they grabbed my shaking arms. Their eyes, just like every TV show I’ve ever watched, where completely black and soulless and they seemed to be made of a darkish smoke. But it didn’t make sense. If I’m supposed to be a demon now, how come my eyes are still blue? How come my skin still shines gold, even with the dark cape around my neck? Why do the shadows shy away for me and why do I cry as I hear another pour soul scream as it’s forced into the shape of another demon?

It never made sense, and I don’t think it ever will. But all I know is that the other demons envy me, and none of them would hesitate to slit my throat. That’s just how it has to be, I guess. They all know that I’m not like them, and I know I’m not like them. I just wish I could drop the act.

“Thank you all for gathering here,” Hades says, standing at the front of the room in his grey suit. His hair is slicked back and his eyes look like they’re sunken, forming dark circles around his eyes that obscure them from view. The overall effect is a little creepy, if I’m being honest, but I guess that’s what you get from the King of the Undead.

I lean against a wall at the back of the room, wrapping my cloak around myself tightly as I try to blend into the shadows. I never really participate in the meetings, sometimes I don’t even show up, but Hades said that this one was mandatory for all demons.

“I’m not sure if any of you have noticed, but recently there has been…. a certain absence from the underworld,” he says coolly and robotically, as if he’s practiced this speech a dozen times before.

“My son vanished a month ago. Nobody really knew how he suddenly…. vanished from the mortal world without a trace, and none of us could figure it out. But, through countless of investigations, torture sessions, and spells, Octavian here has managed to locate him, and it’s not good.”

“Bring her out boys!” The demons in the back open the doors, revealing light. The first thing I see is white feathers coated in blood. I see a girl with dirt smudged all over her face, her hair in messy braids. Her eyes looked wild as they darted frantically around the room, looking for a way out. Rusted chains where clamped around her wrists and the skin was red around them and large, broken wings laid behind her, completely and utterly useless. An angel.

I’ve only ever heard myths about them. It was always cartoon girls with flowing white dresses and halos back when I was above. But now I’ve heard terrible stories of ferocious warriors that would rip any demon to shreds the moment they saw one.

“May I present to you the angel Piper, the prince’s girlfriend.”

“Go to Hell,” she says, her voice raspy.

“In case you haven’t noticed, I’m already there.” Piper bends down on the ground and coughs up blood. I’m the only one who feels scared for the poor girl.

“Now Piper. Why don’t you tell us all what you told me, hmm?” She looks up at him.

“No.”

“Piper—“

“I said no!” she shouts, causing windows to shatter. Nobody seems fazed.

“Fine then. Would you like my assistant here to pluck each feather one by one off of your pretty wings?” Hades asks. Her lip quivers.

“That’s what I thought. Now tell me, where is my son?”

“The Angels took him! We thought—“

“Well you thought wrong. Kill her.”

“WHAT?” she shrieks. “But you told me–”

“Get the knife.” Her eyes frantically look around the room, seeing who she can kill to get out. My heart (that I shouldn’t even have) clenches at the sight of her, and for the first time in forever, as they raise a silver knife, I speak out.

“STOP!” I say, immediately regretting it as Hades looks at me.

“What is the meaning of this?” he says.

“S-she could be useful still. You said that she’s the prince’s girlfriend. They have to want her back. Maybe we can use her as leverage,” I say, making it up as I go. Hades seems to consider this, then a wicked grin crosses his lips.

“Yes. Put her back in her cell.” The demons yank her chains, taking her away again. I let out a breath that I didn’t know I was holding, and try to act like nothing happened.

“We cannot let the Angels get away with this. I declare war!” Hades says, fires lighting in his eyes.

“Meeting adjourned.” The room is silent as the demons leave. There is no chatter, there is no discussion, there is no argument. All of them are like mindless zombies, only there to serve Hades and Hades alone, and I hate it.

“Solace. Stay back. I want to speak with you.” Frick.

“You aren’t like the others, are you?” Hades says, messing with some papers.

“What do you mean?” I say, gulping.

“I mean, look at you. Your eyes aren’t coal and your skin isn’t smoke. You still look, almost human. You could be very useful.”

“How?” This doesn’t look good. This doesn’t look good at all.

“I have a plan, and it requires you and our dear little angel.”

“What? You mean Piper?”

“Exactly!”

“What do you want us to do exactly.”

“I want you to help her escape.”

“What? But sir, why would you want that?”

“I want you to get yourself up to Heaven and tell them that you know where she is, and you want to help.” I nod my head, my brow furrowed.

“They should believe you because you look more like them.” I cock my head.

“I want you to spy on them. Act like you’re an ally, and report back to me with what you found out. Can you do that?”

“Yes but–”

“Will you do whatever it takes to get my son back and slaughter every single one of them?”

“I…. yes. I will.”

Next chapter

#solangelo #will solace #nico di angelo #heroes of olympus #TOA #Reversed

[helmes-deep]

82 Truths Tag

hwat. is. this...

Tagged by: @shinwhoohoo what have you made me do loool  Thanks, dear!! :D

Rules: Answer these 82 truths about yourself and then tag 25 people.

Note: *this was done during the fall semester quite a couple months back lol, but most of the answers are still pretty accurate*

Most Recent:

Drink: tae HAHA tea and water

Phone call: I don’t have a phone so nobody calls me or vice versa haha. Last e-mail I got was an app update saying one of my assignments had been graded :3

Text: Someone I know from school

Song you listened to: “Introduction: Youth” by BTS; it really is my new favorite song rn... so good “Single You Up” by Jordan Davis. I am NOT a country music fan by any means, but this one is too catchy!! haha xD

Time you cried: 2½ weeks ago?? At night... in the dark... by myself... huhu :’3

Have You Ever:

Dated someone twice: No. Fun fact: I never even dated anyone once lol

Been cheated on: No

Kissed someone and regretted it: No

Lost someone special: Yes

Been depressed: I did have a spell once, about a year or so ago

Been drunk and thrown up: No, I don’t drink

Kissed a stranger: No

Glasses/contacts: No, but I’m starting to think I need glasses (I feel near-blind when I try to read text from farther away!! xD)

Had sex on a first date: No

Broke someone’s heart: No

Turned someone down: No lol. I have turned down people for other things though, like party invitations or chances for group work... really awkwardly, too, haha...

Cried when someone died: Yes

Fallen for a friend: What are friends?? LOL we’ll just say no :p

In The Last Year, Have You:

Made a new friend: Yes??

Fallen out of love: No

Laughed until you cried: Yes, today actually lol!!

Met someone who changed you: Not necessarily... I have learned quite a few things from my current cohort of student teachers though!!

Found out who your true friends are: I only got one real friend... my brother is my best friend haha... so no RIP LAWL

Found out someone was talking about you: Not in the way you’re probably implying, no I don’t think so.

Kissed anyone on your FB list: I don’t have an FB!! :o

Right Now:

Eating: Nothing, had a ramen cup for dinner a few hours ago :p

Drinking: Nothing, just finished my glass of water

I’m about to: Just finished a slide of the “3 Types of Conflict” in literature; about to go to sleep, yay!! :DD

Listening to: Portugal. The Man’s new album (released today) :o

Want:

Kids: Yes!

Get married: Yes!!

Career: High school English teacher and/or writer!!!

Extras:

How many people from your FB list do you know irl: FB IS FOR LOSERS!! >:DDD

Do you have any pets: No, but I’d love to get a dog when I’m older

Do you want to change your name: Because my name is a “legitimate” Asian one, I’ve often used to wonder if I should change it to an English one, or at least get a more Americanized nickname. But by now having gone through 20+ years of life with my original Asian name, I’ve come to appreciate its beauty and unique-ness, kind of like how you grow to love and accept body features that you might not have been too happy with when you were younger. I don’t really have a problem with people mispronouncing my name, as long as I can tell they’re putting the effort in to try to say it correctly. I’m actually very interested in how different people choose to pronounce my name upon first try (so at the beginning of the semester, one of my professors asked us to tell her in advance how our names were pronounced if they had a difficult pronunciation so that she wouldn’t embarrass anybody when she called roll. Idk if it was rude, but I didn’t raise my hand :p I was just really curious to see how she would pronounce it lol.).

What did you do for your birthday: I probably went out to eat... or ate at home with my family... maybe went shopping during some later date... bought some CD’s online?? :DD

What time did you wake up today: 6 AM. My wake up time will be 4AM in a few hours :33 I CAN WAKE UP AT 9-10 AM NOW YAYYYYYYYY!! LOL

What were you doing last night at midnight: SLEEP THANK GOODNESS

Name something you can’t wait for: BTS’s WINGS album in October!! lol uhhh... getting hired for a teaching position Nothing, recently :/// Maybe Phangs’ new album Get In My Arms, coming June 28th??

Last time you saw your mom: Like an hour ago?? About to be a minute leol

What is one thing you wish you could change about your life: Idk if I’d actually want to go back and change the circumstances that have made me who I am now, but one thing I wish I had realized earlier in life is that starting to work toward your dream job doesn’t (and probably shouldn’t) start when you enter college.

Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: Nope, don’t think so.

What’s getting on your nerves right now: Just those instances where I can’t focus on schoolwork and am spending too much time on Tumblr or procrastinating, thus not getting enough sleep and feeling terrible the next day.

Blood type: This question has come up a few times for me from time to time, but unfortunately, I haven’t had the chance to look it up or bug my mom enough about it to confirm what my blood type is.

Nickname: I don’t have one, most likely because of how my “legitimate” Asian name makes it hard to form one in English (actually one of my students started calling me something based off of my last name leoool).

Relationship status: Single

Pronouns: She/her

Favorite TV Show: Daredevil

Long or short hair: For me?? Long. Though it’s short right now haha

Height: 5′2″

Do you have a crush on someone: Like on a real person in my life right now or someone who isn’t, oh I don’t know, an ocean or two away and living in South Korea?? :pp So no

What do you like about yourself: That I’m highly organized, artsy-ish, smart, thoughtful, and loyal.

Right or left handed: Right.

First surgery: Never had one :o

First best friend: Anna, from kindergarten to 2nd grade. I hope she’s doing well in the world right now...

First sport you joined: Basketball in 6th grade. That was the one and only time I ever did any “official” sports related activities because my mom was not big on me playing any sports lol.

First vacation: When my family took me to either a museum, national park/garden, or Six Flags when I was much younger.

List 3 favorite colors: Pink, brown... and whatever else. Maybe white??

Which Is Better:

Lips or eyes: Eyes

Hugs or Kisses: Kisses

Taller or shorter: Taller

Older or Younger: For a future husband, older; for anything else I don’t really care lol

Romantic or spontaneous: Romantic... but don’t overdue it haha

Sensitive or loud: Sensitive

Hookup or relationship: Relationship

Troublemaker or hesitant: Hesitant, definitely. Troublemaker might not even be an option lol

Do You Believe In

Yourself: As in am I confident in myself?? Ideally, yes. Realistically?? I’m still getting there :p

Love at first sight: If you mean by like, a suddenly instant infatuation or attraction to someone, whether physical or through what they do, then sure. But I don’t think “true love” really develops with someone until you’ve gotten to know that person and their personality, likes/dislikes, quirks, etc. first. Once you really get to know a person, then I think true love can develop/exist.

Miracles: Yes. I am a Christian, so I do believe that miracles exist, from large to small, even in this day and age.

Heaven: Yes. Again, because I am a Christian, I do believe Heaven exists. I also believe in a Hell and God.

Kissing on the first date: No lol. I’ve got no problem with it, I just prefer not to :p  

Wow that was a lot, but interesting!! Not tagging anyone but y’all feel free to do it if you’d like – don’t forget to tag me!! :3

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