Ok so here it is! Sorry for the delay…..I absolutely love A Beautiful Lie by @rayrox360 and already promised more illustrations for their story so here is one of the most heartbreaking scenes from it!😍
“He thought about running, of turning and sprinting away as fast as possible before the man got close enough to catch him. But suddenly Peter's eyes were springing open as he felt two warm hands reach up and cup the sides of his face, gently turning his head so that his eyes were now staring at Mr. Stark's face. The man's own brown eyes were dark with worry, soft and practically begging Peter to talk, to give up and give in, to dive right into those deep brown pools and get swallowed up in the comforting warmth, safe and secure.
"Peter...tell me what they did to you."
He breathed, soft and fast. He could hear his heart hammering against the walls of his ribs, painfully loud in his ringing ears.
"I..." His throat was thick, the words sticking to the walls.
Tony didn't back down. This was it. This was the moment they'd been building to for the past two months. They couldn't wait any longer. He couldn't wait any longer. He had to lay it all down on the table now. There was no going back.
"Look at me. I can help you. I can protect you I - yes I can." He cut in as Peter shut his eyes and pitifully shook his head. "Hey, yes I can. Peter, I can help you, I promise I can...but you have to let me. You have to tell me what happened. Tell me what they did to you. Let me help you."
Peter could feel the tears in his eyes. They didn't fall. "M-Mr. Stark..."
A visit to Recovery Girl isn’t complete without a complimentary candy or three!
Chapter 27 of Hide and Seek is out!
#midoriya izuku#aizawa shouta#dadzawa #hide and seek fanart #asdj i have to transcribe the bottom pic in fic so i hope it doesn't bring me to 100k words #i wanna save 100k for the next chapter xD for the end of mini ua arc! #candy... mmm #the end of this chapter ;v; #bnha #eyyy it's under 100k still! :D
I log in into tumblr tired, I see amazing fanart done by amazing artists, I read an angsty fic about two brothers, I get a notification of people happily shouting in the tags. Maybe not all hope is lost, maybe humanity is great. I log out of tumblr
#t says #this is just an update for no one #I just have to do the conclusion and I will finish #And just so you know #if you write fics #draw fanart #or just shout in the tags #just now that I love you #and I am so glad you exist
The whispers were like knives to the chest, everyday they got worse. From the moment the drop ship landed, the comments were unbearable. Everyone had something to say. The worst of them all was Murphy. He had an opinion and everyone needed to hear it. It happened more often than not.
“Oh Y/N~” John called, ignoring the groan of annoyance that left her throat. “Someone took extra rations from the drop ship. You wouldn’t know who it was.. would you?” He dug, a wicked smile gracing his features.
She shook her head, “I haven’t even had my own rations today, John.” She told the truth, her rations from this morning were still sitting on her makeshift bed.
Murphy cocked an eyebrow, “Really? You expect me to believe that?”
“What do you want from me, John? I’m not going to admit to something I didn’t do. If you want more rations, just get mine from my tent.” She was defeated, nonetheless she refused to let it show. The last thing she wanted was for John Murphy to see her cry, to see her walls being broken down.
He smirked, pushing himself off of the side of the drop ship and towards her tent. “You’re a doll, Y/N.”
It went on like this for weeks. John would come and take her rations, leaving her with just enough to survive on.
“Oh but Y/N, it’ll help. You’ll see.” He antagonized, leaving her to marinate in his shaming comments on her body.
Maybe it did help, everyone could see a difference in her. She had began to lose fat, her jaw shaped out and her ribs had began to dangerously jut from her chest.
The first one to notice was Bellamy. He had begun to see the pattern of Murphy’s behavior. Avoid her all day then cuddle up to her at night, only staying for a few minutes before leaving with handfuls of food. It was odd, but at first he didn’t question it. Murphy was weird, that tended to justify a lot.
Then, Y/N began to fall ill. Fainting spells came in bulk, her body temperature never coming up just right, her skin becoming a sickly pale. She was starving to death, but nobody knew.
Bellamy walked into the drop ship carrying some of the latest meal, seeing as it was late and the ship was empty- he took the time to cut into Y/N’s section. She had been residing it so often, it just became her own. “Y/N?” He called out, he knew she didn’t go much of anywhere- but he liked to just check sometimes.
She smiled slightly at the sound of his voice before he pushed the blanket curtain to the side, making his way to her makeshift bed. “What brings you here at such an hour?” She teased, mentally taking note of the food in his hands. Her body fell into defense mode and she stiffened up.
This didn’t go unnoticed by Bellamy, it only made him more the curious as to her reaction.
“I brought some meat, it was all there was left. Jasper hogged the berries.” Bell chuckled, glancing over ever so often. “I need to cut to the chase, N/N.”
Y/N furrowed her brows, nodding slowly as he clasped her hands in his own. “Bell, what is it?”
He ran a free hand through his curly locks, sighing as he felt how bony her fingers had begun. “Why aren’t you eating?”
The silence was deafening.
“W-what? I don’t know what you-“
“Cut it, N/N. I’ve been watching you, not creepily- may I add, and you’ve been giving your rations away. I need to know why.” He stated, watching as urgency filled her eyes.
She stayed silent, her body beginning to tremble under the anxiety. “Bell, I-“ her words seemed empty, forced. She stopped and took a breath, trying to find a way to explain it all to him. “I’ll tell you, but you have to promise to not be mad.”
Bellamy nodded, holding out his pinky. “I swear.”
She took his pinky, locking them and letting their intertwined hand fall to her lap. “It started a few weeks ago, when we landed. I was being harassed about my weight and about how I got here. The harassment turned into false accusations against me for stealing rations. The only way I could dodge the blame is if I gave Murphy my rations. Since then, I guess I took his words to heart.” She admitted, her eyes watering.
He saw red, he wanted nothing more than to rush out and find Murphy. To make him pay for what he did to her.
“N/N, listen to me. I need you to eat. I need you to tell me when this happens because I will protect you. I won’t let them hurt you anymore. My girl, my responsibility.” He smiled, looking down at her with the upmost love, loyalty.
She nodded, wrapping her arms around his torso- pulling him into the tightest bear hug she could manage. “I didn’t mean to worry you. I’m sorry, Bell.”
You were a part time worker at a local fast food store. It wast hard to juggle work and homework, thanks to your manager for keeping the working hours flexible. Your uni wasn’t that far from your workplace, which saved time too. One thing that bugged you about working here was one particular guy, who often dropped by ordering the same food, and stared at you till he didn’t get any phone call to leave. He looked like the typical bad boy who would beat up anyone, but this bad boy was no other than your lover boy Jung Woo Young. You knew who he was, what he did, why he did. He made several advances towards you, but you tried to remain as polite as you could to reject each and everyone of them.
This happened to be the same afternoon, as you thought so. But then the door opened, revealing an injured Woo Young with cuts near his right cheek and cheekbone, a busted lip and another bruise near his left cheek, yet he managed to give you a cheeky smile.
Your eyes widened in shock at his state, but nevertheless decided not to ponder over it, which seemed to be a pretty hard task to do. And he didn’t make it easier by sitting in the seat near the counter.
“Can I get you something? Perhaps some ice pack?”you ask, making him smile.
“Is that worry I hear?”he asks, the side of his lip turning up. You rolled your eyes at him, finding it unbelievable that he was still flirting with you in this state.
“Go to hell,”you mumble, making him chuckle.
“Babe,”he says, voice dropping an octave lower than his usual, “hell is my home. I’m Satan himself.”
You laughed at this, making him laugh his signature hyena laugh. You go back to work, handing him his ice pack. You hear a low hiss coming past his lips, as he places it on his cheekbones. You usher him to follow you back, him obliging to it.
“Finally giving into my charms huh?”he asks, making you apply a bit more pressure on the cut on his cheekbone, making him hiss.
“A simple “NO” would have sufficed,”he mumbles, pouting, making you smile internally.
“What happened this time?”you ask, trying to make small talk.
“Nothing,”he says, eyes following your hand movements, staring at your face.
“Then, why did you get hurt?”you ask, concern lacing your voice, making Woo Young smile.
“Some guys were being ass holes,”he said, “talking vulgar about the one girl I love the most in the world.”
You momentarily halt upon hearing his revelation. He stares deep in your eyes, hands on yours, guiding it along the bruises on his face, dabbing them gently. You let him guide your hands as he wanted. Was he talking about who you thought he was talking about?
No. It can’t be.
Reality struck you like a lightening, and you pulled your hands from his. You thought that you saw a momentary sadness flashing across his face, but maybe you were seeing things. Clearing your throat, you take out the First Aid kit. Applying the ointment, you leave the room, ushering him out.
“Thank you,”you hear him mumble, his voice softer than usual.
“It’s nothing,”you smile, your heart beating faster than usual.
“Please take care of yourself,”your voice comes out as a whisper. He smiles at you.
“When you’re there, I don’t need to worry,”he says, sending a wink your way.
“You’re crazy,”you say, making him chuckle.
“Always for you, babe,”he replies seductively.
“Stop calling me that!”you exclaim, blushing mad, startling him, but he composes himself quickly, sporting a smirk on that handsome face. Wait, did you just say handsome face? Oh, wish you could punch that smirk off his handsome face. Wait, again?
“Did I make your heart beat faster?”he asks, making you punch his arm.
“Wow, for a small thing, you’ve got strength,”he mumbles, rubbing the sore spot.
“What the hell do you wanna order, tell me quick,”you say, making him smile. Only he knew how to get to you, and it made him smile, because he had this effect on you.
“Two cheeseburgers, one large fries and two chocolate milkshakes,”he says, making you raise your eyebrow.
“Smooth,”you whisper to yourself, a small smile dancing on your lips. He smiles at you.
“Hey,”he says, drawing your attention to him, “what I said back there is true, and I mean it.”
“Woo Young,”you sigh.
“Listen to me this once,”he says, silencing you up, “I know what I do, but I can’t let them harm the only beautiful thing in my life. I come here to calm myself. You’re my antidote. You keep me sane. So, I just want to protect you and keep you safe all my life. And love you.”
Your lips part, but no words come out of it. You simply give him his order, and go behind. He sighs in disappointment, takes his order. He turns to look at you one last time and leaves. You ponder for a while and follow him. You see him entering the car, pouting, opening one cheeseburger, and eat. You muster up a bit of your courage and knock on his window. He looks up at you with wide eyed, burger stuffed in his mouth, puffing his cheeks like a chipmunk, making you giggle.
“Can you, um, unlock the door, I’m feeling hungry myself,”you say, a shy smile dancing on your lips. He smiles with his cheeks puffed up, gesturing you to go in. You giggle and open the passenger seat.
“Thanks,”you say, when he unwraps the burger and gives it to you. Both of you eat in peace, staring at the sunset.
“This feels nice,”he mumbles, making you smile. Stirring the milkshake, you look sideways at him. His looked nice, even with those cuts.
“Can I have your number?”he asks.
“Can I have your milkshake?”you ask.
“You’re already having one,”he says.
“If I can’t have your milkshake, you can’t have my number,”you muse. He sighs, handing over his milkshake. You take a sip from it, turning over the cup in front, showing your number written on it. He makes an “O” face, taking it from you. He takes a sip from it, and smiles.
“We indirectly kissed,”he smirks, making you roll your eyes at him.
“But we will never kiss directly,”you smirk at him.
“We will,”he says, head resting back, smiling at you.
“Sure, “babe”,”you say, mocking him. He smirks and looks ahead. He sneakily intertwines his fingers with your free hand’s, making heat creep up your face, you look at your hands, then at him, who simply sits there, sipping on his milkshake. You smile and tighten your hold on his, basking in that peaceful moment, happy with a full stomach and semi empty feelings for you, and full feelings for him.
To help you get inspired as you prep for the All Hallows Challenge, we’ll be sharing a few existing horror and Halloween-themed fanworks every Friday! Mind the tags on these, pals! This week, we recommend:
🎃 On The Last Day by @thusspoketrish (53K | E | Drarry)
Draco is still mourning the recent loss of his mother when the Wizarding World is struck with the tragic news of Harry Potter’s untimely death. It’s just his luck that Potter not only comes back as a ghost, but seems intent on haunting Draco as he’s the only one that can see him. It’s a race against time to retrace the last few days of Potter’s life in order to find his body before he’s lost to the living or spiritual realm forever. On their journey, they’ll uncover secrets, betrayals, and a horrific truth that will disrupt both the living and the dead.
🎃 Wraith by @goldenzingy46 (1.2k | M | Tomarry)
A disrupted ritual, and Harry's perfect life spirals out of control as he is (literally) haunted by Voldemort once more.
🎃 Dress You Up (In My Love) by @nerdherderette (2k | M| Drarry)
Draco had always been known for his beauty.
It was your looks which allowed you to catch the eye of the most eligible bachelor of the Wizarding World, your body that seduced him into embarking on a whirlwind relationship with a former Death Eater—public opinion and his own golden reputation be damned. For two glorious years, you discovered what it meant to be truly happy. How it felt to be loved by him.
The one who calls you his sweet, his beautiful boy, his darling.
🎃 Watching by @fangqueen (1.5K | T | Gen)
He didn’t realize he’d frozen in place until Ron jostled his shoulder and asked if he was alright. He said nothing in return, simply nodded and continued on their path. The truth was, he didn’t know what to say. How could he describe the sudden immeasurable dread he’d felt upon acknowledging what it was he was looking at?
🎃 The Heart of the Manor by @kedavranox (4k | M | Drarry)
In his efforts to remove the taint Voldemort left on the Manor, Draco hires a team of Curse-Breakers. But what will happen when they stumble upon something older and more insidious than simple Dark magic?
🎃 Transubstantiatio by @glittering-git (516 | M | Drarry)
Draco needs to show his devotion to Harry with something more than words.
Send us your favorite, existing HP horror works so we can share (self-recs encouraged)!
"Unsure of his welcome but unable to stand seeing Jonathan there and not checking, feeling that he is okay, Steve reaches out to grip his sleeve. Jonathan's eyebrows shoot up. He doesn't step away or tug his sleeve back, though. Heartened, Steve pulls him close enough that he can have his arms around both of them."
-from "to hold you in my arms" by @mrs-steve-harrington
I was rereading some good H/C fics and felt the creative urge to draw something from this wonderful piece (I hope it was ok! I don't really know the protocol for randomly doing fanart of fanfic)
I still have a hard time drawing Jonathan but I've been trying to just draw and finish things and not overthink it. So while not the best, I finished!
Geralt with glasses, for the modern AU fic that I'm still procrastinating on, heh.
#the witcher fanart #geralt fanart #geralt of rivia #modern au#you're welcome #yes i gave him the hair from the beginning of the witcher 3 game because reasons #i probably should have made that a tool belt slung over his shoulder for the fic huh #my art #firb tries to art #toss a coin to your dumbass
Wing fic: XZ meets a boy with wings. One of the large wings is broken. He doesn’t know what this boy really is. But he shelters and takes care of him. Although XZ wants this ethereal being to get better, he finds himself not wanting to let him go. He hates himself for that.
(1 hour 7 minute drawing + a tiny story. I sometimes do this sort of thing on my Twitter.)
Planning on reading Rewind by A_non_ymusWriter this weekend and I'm just scrolling through the Rewind Fanart tag and possibly spoiling myself.
#rewind#dsmp rewind#rewind fanart #to the people who've read it how long is the manipulation arc? since i dropped it during chapter 4 like months ago since the manipulation #theo goes through was making me want to fucking isekai myself to the fic and torture c!dream