My Word(s) : Ian/Em Drabble

(For reference: So, I write a lot of fanfiction. I really don't care whatever 'stigma' it has, I love it, and it's easier for me to write it than anything original when I'm in a creative slump, because the world is already there, I just have my characters. I'm trying to get better about posting more of my writing here, and a lot of it will probably be excerpts from fanfiction, whether that's apparent or not. That being said, this particular story, and these particular two characters, Ian and Emily, are massively and singularly close to my heart. While their story is technically fanfiction, it barely feels that way anymore, cause the story is far more about THEM than it is about their world. Anywho, you'll probably see a lot of them, if you read. Just fyi.)


It actually takes him a couple of years to realize just how much she's become a part of his life. Takes him awhile to notice how she's seeped into every pore and every nook and cranny- places he didn't even know were empty until she was filling them.

By then he realizes it's actually odd to think of his life before her. Odder still, because the vast majority of his life has been Before Her, and yet that seems impossible. She's everywhere. She's everything.

He shakes his head at himself. They're pretty serious thoughts for 13, he knows. He knows they laugh at him, think he's being silly, naive, over-exaggerating, too young. He doesn't care. Doesn't care because they don't get it, they don't get her, don't get to have her,  and that's their loss.

They don't get to have her smile, or her laugh, or the way her impossible blue eyes glint wickedly when she's had a terrible (wonderful) idea. They don't get her freckles , or lying under the stars naming constellations with her hand brushing theirs just enough to raise gooseflesh and send their stomach swooping. They don't get the easy, quiet camaraderie they share that's as natural to the two of them as breathing or blinking.

They don't get her filling up the cracks in his life that he didn't even know were there. Even though she has more cracks and holes and gaping wounds than he can even dream up, somehow she still manages to fill him up.

Let them laugh. Let them think whatever they like. Their loss. His victory.

She was everything.


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Some Days

Some Days I have to put on makeup like warpaint
heading into a battle only I can see

Some Days just putting on clothes means I'm strapping on my armour
and a cheap Target t-shirt is my breastplate

And I realize, people don't think my makeup looks good
or my clothes are plain and I don't know how to dress, and that's fine
really, you may think I don't look good, I need help,

but it's my armour, and my warpaint and you don't have to like it.

My smile just might be the dagger to your heart.