#i tried sketching yesterday but my heart wasnt in it

[emerxshiu]

Elfilis for valentines :3

did on y'all but im back, hopefully i'll post for a few more days before i dissapear again

anyways have a drawing of my wife

with text

i actually wanted to draw kirfluff but my need to draw elfilis took over and my hands and back hurt like hell so i didnt draw the rest of stuff i wanted. maybe i could draw it later or tomorrow but im posting this now before i fall asleep or something and dont post.

It was also an excuse to draw the redesign of my fecto gijinka i had made a few weeks ago so, yeah it was fun.

Tho i might make some adjustments to my gijinka if i see fit. also in this drawing he has some differences from the actual gijinka, mainly, the little hearts arent like that in my gijinka and the bangs here have been tied up because i wasnt feeling like drawing them since theyre really long. also the lashes, but here i kinda tried doing their eyes differently and then colored them so i might make my lis gijinka have his eyes like this or change them, im not sure.

tho the more i look at the drawing, the more dissatisfied i become, i mean i did it yesterday around night and stuff so i didnt really think that much about it, (it took around seven hours and i finished it at like 1 am, i definitly wasnt the most concious at that time) but i feel like something is missing i dunno

maybe its the coloring, i had to remake the shading a lot of times since i didnt know how to do it, my style is really inconsistent a lot of times, going from cell shading to soft shading to mixing them both and so on so forth with a lot more of that.

i do have a sketch with some half finished lineart i did of one of the ideas i had (i was originally going to do more pieces with more characters but i didnt go trough it cuz i knew i wouldnt be able to do it in time) but im too embarassed of it to post it

and even tho i complained, i still kinda like this drawing

(small edit i did)

next post is either one about a gijinka i have almost finished of an obscure kirby character i decided to adopt into an oc or a splatoon post following the fresh season 2024 and side order trailers, (fun fact side order releases just a few days before my birth day! im eating good with nintendo just like last year (last year was wave 1 of the dlc and return to dreamland deluxe))

Now im going to take a break after posting this on my other accounts and then later fight fecto elfilis (i do this almost every month sooo) and then grind my catlogue to get it to 100 before the next season starts

Jambuhbye!

(fuck i just remembered i wanted to talk about a silly headcanon i made for lis while drawing this but i forgot and i dont want to write more ahhhh)

[imaginedeux]

Sixth Sense

Run, we need to get a way!

Guys run!

This isnt good, we need to get out of here and now!

LEAVE THEM ALONE!

Exploring places was something you had done since you were young, being the youngest and the only girl in your group of cousins, you wanted to show them you werent scared to explore abandoned places, or even haunted places. Your old home town was founded as an army base during the civil war and saw blood shed for the first give or take 100 years of its existence, which caused the places you and your cousins to explore to be haunted. Fast forward to present day, you no longer live in your hometown, but live in Santa Monica, California with a mundane job to pay for the overly expensive loft you were renting. You also had a small youtube channel, nothing too big, it was more of a way to record your adventures in California and a way for your parents to make sure you were okay. That is until you bumped into a very popular social media duo while they were trying to sneak into a ‘haunted’ location near where you lived. The warning you gave them, followed by a video by the duo a week later, caused them to contact you and to see if you wanted to join them for haunted location.

That was over a year ago, and now you regularly join them and TFIL for ‘haunted’ overnights. A majority of which were legit, you could feel the presence of spirits before you stepped foot on the property, while others were just people being a-holes and scaring you guys off. Thats one of the reasons why you joined the duo and TFIL for those adventures, you were able to sense a spirit near by, and were able to warn them when they went too far. This has been something you’ve been able to do since you were a kid, and wasnt an unfamiliar feeling either. That is, until Colby told you that he and Sam wanted you to join them for a haunted overnight in London, with Cory and Jake in tow as well.

With your luggage in tow and your new passport in hand, you and the guys were off to London for Sam and Colby’s new series. What they didnt tell you was, there were two locations you would be visiting, possible a third, but two for sure. The first location did a number on you and the group, the experts told you the stories associated with the room Sam and Colby and with the floor the five of you were staying on. Everything that went on during the night, and after the group went to their rooms for the night, shook the group, you especially. You weren’t one to have nightmares much less ones you could remember after waking up, but the dream you had stayed with you as you traveled to the second location.

“Hey, you okay (Y/N)? You look like you’ve been in a trance since we left the hotel.” Corey, who was sitting next to you in the backseat asked you as you looked down at your hands.

“Just thinking about what happened last night.” You murmured, your nightmare coming back to mind. “I didn’t want to freak you guys out while we were checking out, but I had a really intense nightmare that included all of us.”

“Nightmare? I thought you said you didnt have them?” Colby asked, looking at you through the rear view mirror, his eyes shifting from you to the road.

“Thats the thing I dont. I havent had one since I was a kid. It was after you came knocking at my door asking if I had called you guys, or even asking if I had left a voice mail. I fell asleep for an hour and I woke up from what felt like a never ending nightmare, I wasnt going to let myself go back to sleep so I sketched out what was happening in my dream. The only thing I could draw was the church, and its surroundings.” You explained grabbing your bag taking out a notebook you carried around with you, flipping it to the page where you drew the church. “The thing that stuck out the most was the graveyard that surrounded it, and the forest.”

~~~

“Hey (Y/N), didnt you say you had a nightmare about a church?” Jake asked from your right, shaking you awake from your short slumber.

“Y-Yeah, what about it?” You yawned, rubbing the sleep from your eyes, looking straight out the windshield. Both Sam and Colby were looking out to the left of the car, their camera recording on the dash straight at you.

“And that the church was surrounded by a graveyard?” Sam said this time, from his seat in the passenger side. 

“Yeah, what of...” You started before you looked out the window to your left. “No, there’s no fucking way.”

“(Y/N) did you know what church we were going to today?” Colby asked, turning to look at you face to face. “Because that’s exactly the church you drew.”

“NO! You guys wouldn’t even tell us the name of the church! How was is supposed to know THIS was the church we were going to!?” You questioned the blue eyed brunette in the driver seat.

“I dont like this you guys.” Corey said from your left. “(Y/N) had a nightmare, a NIGHTMARE, about this place. And she apparently doesn’t even have nightmares, and she has one about this place, A PLACE SHE’S NEVER EVEN SEEN BEFORE!”

“Guys, off camera (Y/N) told us she had a nightmare, note she hasn’t had a nightmare since she was a kid, about us at a church surrounded by a graveyard last night after the phone call. She also said she drew out the church, a way to keep her awake until we had to check out this morning.” Sam explained to the viewers what was going on. “And this is what she drew, without knowing what church we were going to.” Sam grabbed the notebook from you and showed it to the camera.

“Which is the exact church we’re staying in tonight.”

~~~

“Okay, this is getting freaky. (Y/N), has called everything thats happened so far, from the crows, to the teeth on the graves. I dont think staying here is a good idea guys.” Jake said as the sun started to set over the woods at the back end of the church, giving the group less light to see over the graveyard. “She even called the fucking tombs in the church!”

“Come on Jake, shes also said by this time in her dream shit hit the fan, and we’re okay, we already have our blankets for the night, the camera is ready to record us for the rest of the night to make sure we capture everything we can. We’ll be okay.” Colby said trying to calm down the other skeptic in the group. You said nothing as Jake argued with Sam and Colby, all you wanted to do was get out of the place as fast as you could, and the only way to do that is go to sleep. Being unconscious was better than feeling on edge the entire time.

“What else did you dream (Y/N), was this in the dream too?” Corey asked taking a seat next to you, your back to the three other guys as you faced the front of the church.

“No, thats why I want to leave. With the dream I was able to pin point what not to do but now that its nothing like it, i’m scared that something might happen.” You confessed, still looking towards the front of the church, the tombs covered by darkness. “I’m not able to stop something bad from happening if something does go wrong.”

“I understand the feeling. Especially after what my little brother texted me yesterday, I feel like I cant help him if I dont know what im going up against. And its scary.” Corey whispered as the yelling behind the two of you started to quiet down.

“We’ve both had things happen since our childhood. You’ve been seeing things since your family used the Ouija board, and I’ve had the feelings since before I could remember. Believe it or not my mom once told me she could feel spirits when she was my age, and so did my grandma. They’ve both told me that they were able to feel spirits most of their lives, but they cant anymore.”

“What stopped them? Maybe you can do that and you wont be able to feel the spirits anymore!”

“I dont think it’s that simple.” You laughed. The dry laugh caught the attention of the three other guys in the church as well. “They stopped being able to feel spirits the day I was born.”

“Hey guys, I think this is a good time to head to bed.” Sam said this time, the harsh LED light illuminating dark half of the church. “The faster we get to sleep, the faster we’ll be out of here.”

~~~

Sam! Colby! Guys! Get back to the Church now! Jake, Corey, i’m going to go and get them, stay here.

You’re too late

No! No i’m not! Sam! Colby!

You cant protect them

I WILL!

The air was finally able to reach your lungs as you shot up from your make shift bunk. The cold air surrounding you caused steam to radiate of your person, and your deep exhales to create puffs of smoke in front of you. You looked around to see if your sudden movements woke anyone else up, thats when your heart dropped. Before you went to bed, Sam took the bunk closest to the door and Colby took the one to your left while Corey and Jake took the ones to your right. Both Sam and Colby’s bunks were empty.

“No, no, no, no!” You mentally yelled pulling on your shoes as fast and as quietly as you could, not wanting to wake the two other boys. As you got up, you heard one of the bunks shift and a loud gasp come from behind you.

“Did, did you shake me awake!?” Jake asked, his eyes wide. “(Y/N), did you shake me awake?!”

“No. Now quiet down.” You tried shooshing Jake. “You’ll wake Corey if you’re too loud.”

“Too late for that, what’s going on? Where’s Sam and Colby?” Corey asked, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. “Jake are you okay man? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“I woke up because it felt someone was shaking me awake! Then when I got up (Y/N) was getting up from her bunk.” Jake explained getting up from his bunk and flipping it over. “Where are Sam and Colby? Did they do this?”

“I dont know! When I woke up they were gone, thats when I got up and you woke up. Stay here, I’m going to look for them.” You said grabbing one of the extra flashlights. 

“No! We’re not going to let you go out there on your own.” Corey said slipping on his shoes. “Whoa, wait what happened to you? You’ve soaked through your shirt.” Thats when you realized your sweater was completely soaked with sweat from the nightmare you were having before you woke up.

“My nightmare. No.” You whispered before you bolted towards the door of the church. “You guys stay here, I think somethings gonna happen, something bad. I have a big bag of salt in my backpack, use it to make a circle around the bunk area, and DONT leave it. Not for me, not for anyone okay? Unless you see us in person, dont believe your ears, okay?”

You stood at the door, the gates open behind you, leading out into the grave yard, Corey and Jake confused. “Things are going to get bad.”

“Bad? What do you mean bad? (Y/N), you can’t leave us in the dark, especially after everything thats been happening!” Jake yelled walking towards you.

“FINE!” You screamed back. This was probably the first time they heard you raise your voice in anger. “Fine! When I was younger, right when I was realizing that could feel spirits, a demon attacked one of my cousins while we were exploring one of the old hospitals in the area. My other cousins all ran away, too scared to think of a way to get the demon away from them. I stepped in and the next thing I knew it was three weeks later and I was in the hospital. I was in a coma after detaching the demon from my cousin who was in a coma as well. The thing is while I was in the coma I had a never ending nightmare.”

“What does that have to do with us!?”

“Because! I was having nightmares of this place! Thats why when I woke up today I was repeating the nightmare from all those years ago! Before tonight I had no recollection of what happened to me and my cousin, its almost as if it never happened. And because of the nightmare from yesterday and the eerie feeling from today, I was able to remember it. I texted one of my older cousins while we were out buying blankets and they said that it was true, but that the family promised not to bring it up to either of us. In my nightmare, from YEARS before I moved out to California, I had a nightmare of you four. I was trying to protect you guys, Sam and Colby. Now it’s actually happening, so I have to go and protect Sam and Colby.”

“Wait! Why do we have to stay here? If we go and look for them all together we might be able to find them faster!” Corey said this time, grabbing the camera from where Colby left it to record you all through the night.

“Because the safest place you can be is in this church. The salt circle will keep you extra protected, you coming with me will just put you in danger. Please, stay here. There’s still a couple of hours until sunrise, if we’re not back by then call the police.”

~~~

“SAM! What the hell are you doing man!” Colby yelled, finally catching up with his blonde best friend. “You cant just get up and walk out of the church and into the creepy ass woods by yourself.”

“Sorry, I have the camera as a light so its not that bad, but I kept hearing things. I wasnt sure if it was from inside the church at first, then I heard it outside.”

“What were you hearing? You could have woken one of us up. You cant be going out here by yourself.”

“SAM! COLBY!”

“Is that (Y/N)? What’s she doing up?” Colby thought pointing the flashlight he had towards the direction of your voice. As Colby was about to call out to you, the atmosphere around them grew heavy. “Whoa, did you feel that Sam?”

“Yeah-yeah, it felt like the air got heavy. I think its time for us to get back to the church Colby.” Sam said this time, the camera facing Colby, the look of fear obvious on their faces. “Wait, where’s (Y/N)? I swore I heard her voice!”

“SAM! COLBY! Jesus, there you guys are!” You yelled, running up to them from the woodwork. “We need to get back to the church now!”

“We were about to head back, but why are you soaked? What happened?” Before you could respond to Colby’s frantic questions, an unearthly screech cut you off. The three of you fell to the ground, hands covering your ears, the camera in Sam’s hand fell, the light on it flickering from the fall. “What the hell was that?!”

“We need to get back to the church now!” The crack in your voice scared the duo. For as long as they’ve known you, you’ve never been one to be scared by the spirits, but this was a different story. “Please, we need to get back to the church!”

Grabbing the camera, you pointed it at the duo in front of you, the light still flickering, but it was the only way to keep you in your line of sight. “I can’t lose sight of you guys, so please lets get back to Corey and Jake.”

“What’s going on (Y/N)? Why didnt you bring Corey and Jake with you?” Sam asked coming to a stop near the edge of the woods.

“Yeah, and did you feel that shift earlier? What was that?” Colby asking this time.

“There’s no time for questions, we need to get to safety, please!” You were pleading with them at this point. The sinking feeling in your stomach was getting worse. “Please we need to leave!”

“No! Not until you tell us whats going on!” Colby yelled at you. It didn’t phase you, it was a high stress situation and yelling in normal. Taking in a deep breath you told the duo what you told Jake and Corey back at the church. You could tell as you were reciting the story that they knew this was serious.

“So, we need to get the hell out of here and back to the church where its sa-” You started before the light on the camera Sam still had in his hand, went out.

There’s no place to run, you were smart to leave the other two in the church, but these two are mine.

“Don’t you dare get near them! I’m the one you want! I’ve beat you once before, I can beat you again!” You yelled at nothing. “Whatever you guys do, do not talk to him. You guys acknowledging him will only make it worse.”

“Right.” The pair whispered. As your eyes adjusted to the darkness, you grabbed onto Sam and Colby, “We need to get back to the church, follow me.”

Not so fast (Y/N), you dont think it’ll be that easy?

“Sam!” A familiar voice yelled from the darkness. “Sam please help me I’m hurt!”

“Ka-” Sam started before you let go of Colby to slam your hand on Sam’s mouth.

“It’s a trick! Don’t trust your ears, they’ll trick you.” You explained. “Same goes for you Colby, no matter who you hear, it doesn’t matter who, if you cant see them, do not trust the voices you hear.” You grabbed Colby’s jacket, pulling him and Sam back towards the church. “I’m sorry you guys.”

“Why are you apologizing? It’s not your fault this is happening, you didn’t know that this thing was going to come back.” 

“Yeah, if anything its our fault that we didnt listen to you, after you were predicting everything that happened.”

They’re right, they should have listened to you, just like your cousins should have listened to you when this happened all those years ago.

“We were children! You had the balls to attack children! That just shows you how weak of a demon you are! It makes you even weaker when a child was able to exercise you from a the body of another child!” You yelled into the darkness. “You thought you were powerful because of the place we were in! Your worshipers used the hospital as your portal! You were using my cousin as a scapegoat!”

You werent strong enough to get rid of me the first time. What makes you think you’ll be strong enough now? 

As the demon started to laugh, the ground shaking with every cackle, the moon showed itself from behind the clouds, the graveyard lit up with the light. In the middle of all the graves was a massive being, a mix of human and a crow.

“You were always here weren’t you? You were hiding among the crows.” You said letting go of the duo. You faced this demon once before and lived, you can face him again. 

“(Y/N)! Don’t!” Colby whispered as you walked towards the demon. “We need to get to the church!”

“Come on, (Y/N)!”

“No. Not anymore, if I dont get rid of him now, I’ll have to live with this asshole following me!”

Oh, I’m not planning on letting you live, (Y/N). You arent going to live to see tomorrow.

“And im not letting you go, Raum.” With that the creature, screeched at you, stepping back away from you. “I’m no priest, or exorcist but I’ve researched how to get rid of demons!”

“(Y/N) what are you doing!?” Colby ran up to you, blocking your path to the demon. “We need to get back to the church! We’ll be safe their.”

“Sam, grab Colby and haul ass towards the Church, Jake and Corey will be waiting where the bunks are in a circle of salt, that’s where you’ll be the safest. If I don’t make it back by sunrise, I’ve already told Corey and Jake to call the police. Hell maybe call a priest too.” You explained looking between the two again. “Please, im begging you.”

“Come on Colby.” Sam whispered, grabbing onto Colby’s arm pulling him towards the church. “(Y/N) can do this, we’ll only hold her back if we’re here.”

~~~

“Jake it’s been hours and they still aren’t back, and what the hell was that sound!?” Corey asked the only other person in the circle. The yelling and screeching that came from outside the church were something out of a horror movie, it didnt seem real.

“I dont know, and all the cameras cut out when the first screech happened and they havent been able to record since then. Even the cell service has been shit.” Jake groaned sitting on one of the bunks in the middle of the salt circle they drew after (Y/N) ran out the church.

“What if it doesnt come back by sun up? How are we going to get help?”

“We’ll just go to someone’s ho-” Jake started before the doors to church doors slammed open. “Sam? Colby? Is that really you?” Before they could answer Jake grabbed the nearest bottle of holy water and sprayed the duo as they walked towards the bunks.

“Really Jake? Was that necessary?” Colby asked shaking off the cold holy water.

“Sorry, had to make sure. Hey, where’s (Y/N)? And what was that sound from earlier?” Jake asked realizing the person who forced them to stay in the church wasn’t with the duo.

“(Y/N) stayed outside. Remember when she told us when she was younger how her cousin was attacked by a demon back in her hometown?” Colby asked looking between Corey and Jake as the screeching continued in the graveyard, scaring the group.

“Well apparently the thing out there is the same one from her childhood. She told us to come to the church and wait for either her or for the sun to come up. And for us not to trust our ears, that the thing out there might try to get us outside, he almost got me by sounding like Kat.” Sam explained as more screeching and roars sounded from the darkness outside. “And to add salt to the wound, I dropped the camera when the first roar happened so I wasn’t able to get any footage of the demon outside.”

“Right when the first roar happened all the cameras in here went out too. There’s still battery in all of them but they wont record. And, WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU LEFT HER OUT THERE?” Corey yelled at the best friends. “You’re letting her go against that thing ALONE!?”

“We had to! If we stayed there the demon would have used us against (Y/N), and she’s gone against it before and lived, shes got this in the ba-” Sam started before another roar cut him off, the lights in the church flickering as a scream joined the roar.

“COLBY, I CAN’T DO THIS ALONE!”

“Its not (Y/N)! Dont listen to it!” Sam grabbed Colby before he sprinted out the door. “You know for a fact she wouldn’t call out for us! In any of our investigations, has she ever called for us? No. Don’t listen to him!”

“COLBY HELP! PLEASE I CANT BEAT HIM!”

“COLBY YOU BETTER NOT! DONT YOU DARE LISTEN TO HIM!”

“See that’s (Y/N)!” Sam said tugging Colby back into the salt circle, “We have to trust in her.”

~~~

“It’s been two weeks since the church and we haven’t told the fans what happened, what are we going to do?” Sam asked looking up at Colby, from his seat next to (Y/N). It had been two weeks since the church incident, and they were still in the UK. The night took a turn for the worst when the sun had finally come up and (Y/N) hadn’t made it back to the church. It took almost two days to find her somewhere in the middle of the wood miles away from the church the group stayed at. 

“I know they deserve answers, but our main concern is to make sure (Y/N) is alright. We already contacted her family and they’re aware, which is the most important part. Maybe us staying and Corey and Jake leaving was a bad idea.” Colby muttered, pacing around the hospital room. (Y/N) hadn’t woken up from the coma she was found in almost two weeks prior, and it was concerning the boys. (Y/N)’s parents told the boys that the last time she was in a coma like this it lasted almost a month, and that the boys shouldn’t worry about (Y/N), shes stronger than she seems. “I wish (Y/N) would give us some sort of sign that shes okay.”

“Why does it feel like its out fault? Like if we hadn’t come to London none of this would have happened? Or what if we had stayed in the church? Maybe then we would have been back in LA planning our next adventure.” Sam whispered, rubbing his face with his palms.

“Damn it!” Colby finally yelled after a few minutes of silence. “Why the fuck did this happen to (Y/N)? What if we had stayed there? Maybe it would have been one of us instead of her! Fuck!”

“Quiet down please. We’re in a hospital for fuck sake.” The whisper caught the duo off guard. It was the small smile on the patience’s face that brought them to tears as they hugged the person on the hospital bed. “Okay, I can’t breath guys.”

“Wh-what? When did you wake up? How are you feeling? Do-do you need anything?” Colby asked as Sam ran out the room going to find a doctor or nurse.

“When you guys started to blame yourselves for what happened. Raum was going to come after me one day, it just chose the church because of all the spiritual energy that we were carrying from the hotel the night before.” You, explained before a doctor, nurse, and Sam ran into the room. It was a week later that the trio was on their way back to the States, when you  noticed something.

“Hey Sam, Colby.” You started as you made your way across the London airport to your gate. You stopped and looked around, something was different.

“What’s up (Y/N)? Do you feel something?” Colby asked coming up to (Y/N)

“That’s the thing, I dont feel anything.” You said looking around the airport, every place you’ve ever visited had some sort of spirit lingering around. Good or evil you were able to feel them almost 80% of the time.

“What do you mean you don’t feel anything?” Sam asked the camera in his hand pointing at you and Colby. The three of you had agreed to release what footage you had onto their Youtube channel since you felt like their fans needed some sort of explanation. They just needed to film the last bits of them leaving London before they would do a sit down segment back in LA explaining what had happened at the church.

“I dont feel any spiritual presence, like any. It wouldn’t have bothered me but I had felt a presence when we first landed here. Now there’s nothing.” You said looking back at Sam and Colby. “Maybe me winning cost me my ability to feel spirits.” That statement became even more true when you landed back in LA and did a quick visit to places you knew were haunted, you couldn’t feel anything in any of the locations.

“Hey, maybe its a good thing? I mean people who have some sort of power are usually targeted by demons or evil spirits.” Sam said as the three of you walked up to the first place the three of you met.

“If it keeps you safe, maybe its a good thing that you lost your ability.” Colby said this time.

“But now I feel like I wont be able to protect you guys.” You said looking back at the best friends, tears welling up in her eyes.

“But, we’ll be able to protect you. When you would tell us to back off during an overnight we started to notice how certain things would happen around the time you would speak up. We’re able to tell if somethings going to happen because of all the times you brought it to our attention that something was wrong.” Colby said walking up to you, giving you a small smile. “Anything to protect you even if you dont have your sixth sense.”

[her-world-on-fire]

Safety {Tim Drake x Reader}

MASTERLIST REQUEST HERE

Prompts: 01. Or else what? 

Word Count: 2841

“Get to bed, now.” Bruce had just come in from a long night. He stepped into the mansion and did a sweep of it. He approached Tim’s room his door was close but a sliver of light shone through, Tim was working himself to death, again. He opened the door and watched Tim as he sat hunched over his desk, vigorously sketching, his room was dark. Only the work light illuminated his desk, he seemed to want to forget about everything besides his work. His room reeked of coffee, a thermos of Iced black coffee was beside him. He seemed to have not heard Bruce, no signs of comprehension made Bruce repeat himself. This time Tim stopped for a moment, “ Or else what?” He teased, he didn’t really want to back talk, Bruce. He was just stalling, he wanted a few more minutes, he needed to pitch his designs to Lucius soon. He insisted his tech needed to be upgraded, Bruce chuckled. Tim was unaware of the cards he could play. He decided to be cheeky. He crossed his arms over his chest and stood in the doorway amused, Tim still didn’t dare to face him. “Maybe I’ll give a call to your special friend's parents? I’m sure they don’t know about-”

In an instant, Tim slammed his book shut, and turned to Bruce. He nodded quickly, “Okay okay I get it.” After all, it was a school night. He didn’t want Tim to miss again. Sometimes, he forgot to sleep somehow and would sleep through his alarms. By the time he woke up, school was almost out. Then he had to play catch up. Add on patrol, Tim was drowning in responsibility. He refused to accept that he couldn’t do it all himself. He shut off his work lamp and stumbled to his bed. Satisfied, Bruce shut his door. Almost instantaneously Tim felt like, he needed to go to school. It didn‘t feel like hours, it felt like seconds, He regretted staying up so late. He pulled himself together and grabbed his thermos. He shook it and was glad he still heard ice. He took a sip while he grabbed his backpack. 

He didn’t flinch at the bitterness, not anymore. There was a time when Tim Drake wouldn’t be caught dead drinking black coffee. That was before junior year. SAT, ASVAB, CAASP they wrecked him, and he never looked back. Now a senior, he was immune. College applications had taken him by surprise, now it was getting later. He pushed them away 1st semester, now he needed to finish them up. He went to the library, he had a lot of free time since he has exceeded his credits. The librarian greeted him as he walked in, he gave her a tired smile. The Hispanic woman shook her head at him, “Please get more sleep mijo.” He chuckled and nodded. He looked up and met eyes with her assistant. 

I met eyes with Tim and turned away. He stood me up again, he was supposed to tutor me and kept me waiting at a coffee shop for an hour. I pushed my cart, and he jogged up to me. “I’m sorry about last night. Family emergency.” He said and I bit my lip, how could I be mad at that? Still, he could’ve told me. I nodded, not looking at him. I knew I would give in again. This wasn’t the first reschedule. He seemed to have an excuse every time. “If you don’t want to hang out just tell me, please. I waited an hour yesterday like an idiot-”

“Please. I’m sorry, I didn’t have a choice. How can I make it up to you?” I looked at him in search of sincerity. Instead, I saw a bruise across his face. My eyes widened in concern and he quickly looked away. I followed him and faced him, looking at him once again. “Jesus, Tim. Bruised again? What do you do punch yourself in your sleep?” I commented, he rolled his eyes. I reached for his face and held it up to the light studying it closely. I took my hand back and sighed, “Take care of yourself.” 

He took a few books from the cart and looked at the spine. He began putting it back in place, he reached for another, “I am. It’s nothing to worry about. Really.” I wasn’t convinced but I didn’t argue. “Are you still mad?” He asked and I sighed, he had come all this way. If he wasn’t sorry he wouldn’t apologize. He wouldn’t reschedule in the first place, it must’ve been a coincidence. I shook my head, “That was more important.”

Then I turned to him swiftly, he seemed unfazed and gave me a look. I brought my hand over my mouth, he waited for me to speak. “What’s going on?” I rubbed the back of my neck, “Senior pictures,” His eyes went wide, he did not need his senior photos to show evidence of his nightly activities. He had the appointment scheduled for the next day. How could he have forgotten? “It’s fine I can fix it. Afterschool we can pick up some concealer. You’ll be good as new.” 

Afterschool Tim found me. I took him to the mall, and we found him the right shade. I drove us to his house, Alfred greeted us as we walked in. We went to his room, he shut the door as I got on his bed. “Can you open your curtains for light?” I asked and began taking primer and concealer. He opened them and joined me. “Sit facing me,” I told him, and he obeyed, however, height difference proved a problem. He wasn't close enough. “This is unfortunate,” I said and he gave me a look. “What’s wrong?” He asked concerned, I scratched my eyebrow, “Could I- Do you mind if?” I stuttered and he smiled, “Just spit it out.” He laughed.

“Can I sit on your lap?” 

He was surprised, a blush crept on his cheeks. “It’ll just be for a moment to-” He shook his head and held out his hands. “It’s fine.” I looked at him for a moment and scooted closer. He put his arms around my waist and guided me onto his lap. Once we were situated I began, “So, how did you get this?” His response came almost rapidly. “Jason. He got a little carried away teaching me to box.” His breathing was even, so he was either an expert liar or he was telling the truth. I looked him in the eyes and he held his ground. I coked my head to the side, “So if it was anything else you’d tell me right?” I tried to guilt him, he chuckled before he could reply his door swung open. He let out a deep breath like he was relieved. I didn’t get to think about it further because Jason began talking.

“I’m not even going to ask.” It was Tim’s older brother Jason. Out of context, we were in an intimate position. The makeup was on the other side of me out of his line of sight. Tim only had primer on, so it didn’t seem like I was doing his makeup. I went to move off his lap but he put his hand on the small of my back, “What do you want Jason?” Jason smirked and crossed his arms over his chest as he leaned against Tim’s door frame. “Well actually, I was going to ask for my hoodie back.” Tim rolled his eyes and then removed his hand, and began bringing it to the hem of the sweater. My heart rate increased, I soon realized he was wearing nothing under. It took everything in me not to gape at him. He tossed it to Jason and caught it and shot a wink my way making my face feel hot. Jason shut the door and I looked down. 

Once again I brought my hand to my mouth. All across his chest, there were scars. I reached out they were deep and scattered. I looked at Tim perplexed and his face gave way. That’s why he took it off. He wanted me to see his scars. “If it was anything else, I would tell you if I could.” From what I gathered, he wanted to tell me but couldn’t. I began recalling the incidents of his bruised face, and then I thought of Jason. His older brother Dick. I remembered bringing up the vigilantes I had seen in the news and Tim brushing it off. “I did get this bruise from Jason. He’s not very forgiving. I am, I think everyone can change.” He always carried a backpack, or case which I always chalked up to his laptop. I climbed off of him and went to his backpack, it was sitting under his desk. I pulled it out and unzipped it. Inside was a black and red armored tunic along with a utility belt. 

“You’re Robin.” I put his bag back down and walked to him again, “Jason is Red Hood. He got carried away and you tried to stop him.” He bowed his head, “I couldn’t tell you. Bruce swears us to secrecy. But I also knew I couldn’t keep lying to you. I don’t want to lose you.” I set his bag down and sat on his bed. I couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. His childhood had been taken away and he was shoved into secrecy. He had to protect everyone else that's why he dosen’t know how to take care of himself. “What if Bruce finds out?”

“I am willing to deal with those consequences. You’re more important than all of this.” 

“Thank you.” Tim cocked his head to the side and waited for me to elaborate. My heart broke, it was like he had never been appreciated. His mother died, and then his father was paralyzed, not to mention the resentment he felt. Bruce and Tim had become so close it was hard for him. I had heard little bits of what it was like living with Bruce. Tim was left to fend for himself. Bruce was gone by day at Wayne Enterprises, and he was left to do whatever he wanted. If he wasn’t reminded of the time of day he would forget to eat and just work. 

As soon as he got from school he would usually work on a project or school work until nightfall. Once he got back he would tend to any wounds and clean up then get back to work. Jason had given him a mini fridge which made Dick furious. It was filled with energy drinks and he didn’t even have to leave his room. “You go out there every night to keep everyone safe.” 

He made it seem like it didn’t matter that he was risking his life every night. He couldn’t imagine not patrolling every night. There was a knock on the door and Tim knew it was Alfred “Come in Alfred.”Dick had the decency to knock. Although Dick would knock then enter. Alfred waited until he was given permission. “Master Tim, Bruce would like to see you downstairs. I can see your friend out.” Tim stood up and I grabbed my bag and slung it over my shoulder. “Actually, can you tell Bruce I’ll be down in a second? I think it’s only fair I walk Y/N out.” The corner of Alfred’s lips turned up, “Very well Mr. Drake.” 

Tim kept to his word and walked me out I got in my car and heard a motorcycle. Jason, sure enough, he pulled up next to me. I turned on the car and rolled down the window. He pulled his helmet off, and his piercing blue eyes looked into mine. “Leaving so soon?” He teased, “Did we scare you off?” I shook my head, “Bruce wanted to talk to Tim.” He hummed and put his helmet in his lap amused. “I presume I’ll be seeing you around a lot more.” He winked and I looked away, “It was nice meeting you, Jason.” He nodded, and put his helmet and sped off.  

He disappeared as quickly as he appeared. Just as I was about to pull out of the manor my sister called. “Hey what’s up?” I asked as I began to back out. There was loud music and I sighed. I already knew where this was going. “How hammered are you?” I heard giggling on the line, “What? I’m fine I just need a nap and some coffee.” 

“Do not move, I’ll be there in a few.” I hated when she pulled this on me. She was an adult for god sakes. Still, I was always there for her because I knew she would do the same. On a normal day, it would be a 30-minute drive I was going to cut it down to 10. She always made me nervous, she was so venerable. She was just like how I imagined her. She was sitting on the curb still clutching a drink. I turned off the car and rushed out. A man was talking to her, I glared at him and he seemed to get the message. I tossed her drink and helped her to the car. I put her in the back seat and she began mumbling. “I left my purse!” She exclaimed and moved to get up. I pushed her down, “I’ll get it, stay here.” I locked the car and went into the bar. It was almost empty considering it was a Wednesday night. 

I searched and couldn't find it. She’ll be too drunk to care to check. I walked back to the car and bumped into someone. I mumbled a quick apology and pushed past him. Before getting in the car I looked in the back seat again to make sure my sister didn’t wander off. I breathed a sigh of relief when I found her still passes out in the backseat. I looked in the window and saw the same man from earlier. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I mumbled. I ducked down as he reached for me, I tried to get to the driver door but he wrapped his arms around my waist. I struggled and dug my elbows into his ribs and stomped on his feet. He let me go and I sprinted, He banged on the car doors and I quickly locked them. I drove off as fast as I could. I couldn’t help but look in the mirror. I saw nothing and tried to calm my breathing down. Did he really want my sister that badly?  

I almost ran a red light, honking snapped me back into my thoughts. I looked back and my sister was still out. The rest of the way home was calm. The struggle began when I had to get her in her room. I threw myself onto my bed, and sighed. I sat up and went to get in the shower. I lifted up my shirt and saw a few bruises around my arms. I didn’t want to think about it anymore so I just finished my shower and got dressed. I heard a knock on my window. t began opening, and I let out a sigh of relief. “Oh my god it’s you.” Tim cocked his head to the side, “Are you okay?” I nodded and closed my eyes, “I’m fine.” He came closer shaking his head. “No you’re not.”

He wrapped his arms around me and gave me a hug. I looked at at him, he pulled back and took his hands in mine. He looked down and pulled my arm closer, “What happened here?” His eyes showed genuine concern, and I told him the story. “God I’m sorry. I should’ve-” He bowed his head and I grabbed his chin and made him look into my eyes. “Tim, I’m fine. I promise.” He stood up abprutly, “Where was this?” I grabbed his arm and stood in front of him. “Please, I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“I don’t want to be alone right now.” He sighed, and pulled me back into a hug. He kissed the top of my head, and stroked my hair. “I’ll tell Demon spawn to cover for me.” He sat on my bed and pulled out his phone and typed a quick text. He gestured for me to come and I stood in front of him. He chuckled and grabbed my waist and pulled me into his lap. “This feels famillar.” He leaned in and kissed me. “I’ll always be here for you.” 

I smiled, “Thank you, Tim.” He pulled me into bed, and we got comfotable. I cured up and put my head on his chest. He put his arm around me and stroked my hair. The last thing I remember was his soft humming.

[ninjentsie]

HOLD ME ((JAMILTON)) CAN ALSO BE FOUND ON WATTPAD Hamilton strode into the office with a smile. It was 4:24 and if he hurried he could grab some more coffee from the lounge and then hurry off to his office. His office and not Jefferson's. Recently, Hamilton had been promoted to one of the main 6 people in the board room. No more sitting in a small cubicle typing away. Now he was at a round table talking until somebody forced his mouth shut with a stapler. He got to move into Jefferson's old office. Nice and not for all of his work to fit into. Although, he didnt appreciate the macaroni stains on the wheely chair, so he burned it and replaced it immediately without a second thought. For the next two hours he typed away at his upcoming story. Revisions and edits to it and eventually in time he would pitch it and it would obviously be published, why would it not? With a smile, he finished up his editing and shut his laptop, checking the time with a gasp. It was 10 minutes before the meeting started and he wanted to be the first once in there. Hurrying through the hall more people were showing up to work, including the asshole(tm) Thomas Jefferson. He was leaning on the wall while flirting with the intern, Maria Reynolds. Hamilton rolled his eyes and walked to the board room, sitting down next to Washington, the only other person in the room. "Hamilton. 10 minutes early as usual." Washington smiled, putting some paperwork into a folder and setting it aside. "I need to talk to you about Jefferson." "What about him? Do I need to fix a problem he caused?" "No, no," Washington let out a tired sigh. "I was hoping you could be a bit more... kind. Just for today." "The man is an asshole, Mr.Washington why should I?" "He's looked a bit distant lately and a heart from James that he almost didn't come in today. I was hoping you could be the professional I know you can be and lay off him... James said it might have been about his soulmate mark." Hamilton instinctively reached around to his neck and played it off as scratching. His mark was behind his neck, a beautiful sairly pattern that seemed to have curves in some parts and edges in others. He had to get Laurens to sketch it out for him so he could know what it looked like. But, Hamilton was very self conscious about his mark. A soulmate mark wasn't usually something you showed to the world unless there was no option. Washington's was just under his left ear, a nice fierce looking arrangement of spike and curve near the middle. Hamilton took every chance to admire it. Soulmate marks always seemed beautiful and amazing to him, but he hated his own mark more than anything. "Alright, sir, I'll try." Hamilton smiled just as everybody else was walking into the room. Jefferson was still absent in the meeting so they waited a little while. "Hamilton!" Aaron Burr smiled, grinning like he just won the lottery. "Aaron burr, how are you?" Hamilton asked, a bit nervous at Aaron's rate excitement and grin. Aaron was not the type of man to smile and be happy about things. Then again, he never really showed how he felt ever. "I met my soulmate yesterday!" He mouthed across the table. Once again, he was hiding his life and thoughts from the world. Hamilton smiled, once again scratching behind his neck. "That's great! Why whisper about it?" "She's married... To the enemy company's manager." Hamilton cringed, shaking his head. "Well I hope all ends well for you Aaron Burr, sir." "Stop rhyming my name with Burr it's a very simple thing." "Force of habit." "Force the habit to Stop." Jefferson slammed the door to the board room open and rushed to his desk with his papers and coffee. Apologies flew from his mouth so fast that it took Washington a second to even realize he was speaking english. "Woah woah woah, calm down, Jefferson you're not late you're actually earlier than usual! You're fine just get settled ok?" Washington smiled, rubbing his arm reassuringly. Jefferson nodded, getting his papers organized a bit and sipping his coffee as a sign that he was ready. Hamilton looked at his laptop, typing down every important thing that Washington said. Which, to hamilton, was everything including sneezes and coughs. But, he couldn't help but notice that Jefferson was glancing up at him from across the table. James Madison was sitting very close to Jefferson, occasionally mumbling some things to him. Hamilton assumed they were words of reassurance. The two businessmen were dating after all. They had been dating for awhile and were trying desperately to keep it a secret. But Hamilton knew love when he saw it and they had that every single time they saw each other in the halls. In his stomach, Hamilton felt queasy. Quickly turning back to his laptop, he continued typing up what Washington was saying. He was catching up in seconds even though he was zoned out for a minute or so. That was part of the reason he was Washington's right hand man. With a smile, they all began talking about business together and other things involving the company. But, Jefferson was still glancing at Hamilton with curious and worried eyes. Both describing words that, when applied to Jefferson, were a bit confusing and confounding to him. ~~~~~~ Jefferson quickly went to the restroom once the meeting was over. His stomach felt uneasy like he was emotionally distressed over something. He could feel his nerves starting to act up and he quickly started counting. "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven eight, nine, ten, ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one." He whispered, cracking every body part he could. Looking in the mirror he saw his eyes. The same eyes that James Madison complimented every time he was upset like this. His breathing and heartbeat evened out and he sighed, turning around and leaning on the bathroom counter. Why was my stomach acting up? It's not like I ate a whole lot or did anything that could lead to it... Jefferson's thoughts were cut off when the bathroom door opened to reveal Hamilton. He stopped and then slowly let go of the door, considering if he could awkwardly leave the restroom. But, it was too late because they had made too much eye contact. "Jefferson." Hamilton said feeling suddenly warm. The bathroom was never this warm, the heating was busted out ever since Charles Lee got drunk before work and showed up with a kangaroo. That kangaroo did not like the bathroom... at all... "Hamilton." Jefferson mumbled, looking away. The room felt hot as he wiped sweat from the back of his neck. Why is the bathroom this hot it is the end of November for Christ's sake. Hamilton walked to the mirror and checked the bags under his eyes. Then, he began washing coffee and ink stains off his hands. "I accidentally spilled coffee and ink on my desk. I'm just here to wash it off... What about you?" Hamiton asked, very curious to why Jefferson was simply standing in the men's bathroom. Jefferson looked away and tried to find an answer but he sadly had nothing. "I um... I wasn't feeling too well." Jefferson mumbled, turning to the sink and washing his hands so it wasn't so quiet. It helped a bit but the tension in the room was so thicc you could cut it with a knife. They both stayed in silence until Jefferson spoke up. "What kind of clutz spills their coffee on their hands, Spamilton?" Hamilton rolled his eyes at Jefferson and stood in front of him. "For your information," Hamilton scowled, "I was trying to organize my work station. You know, the one that I have and you don't." Jefferson got closer. "Oh really?" "Yeah!" "You wanna fight, Hamilton, because we can fight like no tomorrow." "I'ma punch out your crooked teeth Jefferson!" "Can you even reach that high, shorty?" They were touching chests and glaring at each other. Jefferson with his hands in his pockets and Hamilton with his fists at his side. They waited for an attack like a cobra does to a mouse. Still and calm but ready to pounce in half a second for its prey. "Let's fight, Jefferson. Unless you're chicken." They continued glaring until Jefferson smirked and leaned down a bit to Hamilton's level. "I could hear you up and leave you on this bathroom floor in tears in seconds, Hamilton. You really wanna go?" "YEAH I DO LET'S DO THIS!" "Okay..." Hamilton shoved his hands in his pockets and they continued staring at each other. Finally, Hamilton broke eye contact and walked away. He grabbed his phone from the sink counter and turned back around. Jefferson couldn't help but study Hamilton's features, noticing every part of him. From his long straight hair to his baggy eyed face he took it in. Hamilton wasnt that had looking. Sure, he wasn't a 6 pack, athletic, beautiful, fashionista like Jefferson but damn he was hot. Peach fuzz that was pretty cute and a plus to his physic. he wasn't that bad Hamilton turned back to Jefferson. "So are we-" Jefferson, in a sudden fit of passion, pinned Hamilton to the counter and smashed their lips together, challenging him to a face batte. Hamilton almost immediately accepted the challenge and kissed back,  leaning closer into Jefferson. Jefferson's lips were soft and experienced. They moved with Hamilton's and almost guided him in a way, helping him move smoothly with Jefferson's movements. Hamilton, unlike Jefferson, wasn't completely experienced with kissing like this. He had only been this way with his ex girlfriend Eliza and they never got far anyway. But, Hamilton could tell where this was going and damn did he want it. Jefferson ran his hand through Hamilton's hair, playing with the slight curls at the end of the strands. With the other hand he held his waist. He was almost massaging in a way while trailing it down to his thigh. Hamilton still had both hands on the back counter, unsure of where to put them and what to do. Jefferson picked Hamilton up a bit, having him sit on the counter. He began kissing down his neck and sucking on every spot that made Hamilton tremble. Hamilton was in fact shaking and whimpering at the feeling. Sure, he was bisexual, but he had never done it with a guy. He dated John Laurens for awhile but they just held hands until they decided to stop. "Hamilton, should we take this back to my place or yours~" Jefferson asked, nibbling on his ear. That was when Hamilton remembered James Madison. Thomas Jefferson's boyfriend. Hesitantly, Hamilton stuttered out, "M-Mine. My friends are all busy they won't barge i-in." Before they knew it they were at Jefferson's place, stripping down and heading to the bedroom.

[lesbin]

i just find it really funny and painful that i cannot do anything on paper but i will sit, hunched over, and felt gonzo from the muppets