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breathings-of-the-heart · 5 years ago

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To Love Another

Levi Ackerman x Reader

A/N: Hey guys!! Back after a long hiatus, sorry hehe. I know y’all must hear this a lot and be sick of it, but there was a lot going on in my personal life that I needed to deal with. (I.E. an parent custody issues and succession of court cases) But everything has been settled in my favor so I’m back and excited!!

Anyway, this is a part two I promised like years ago which can stand by itself kinda so u don’t have to go back and read part one lol. I wrote so much that I’m dividing it in two; part three will be out most likely by tomorrow. If you want to read part one, link for it is here: Imagine Relating to Mikasa about Loving someone in the Military

(requested by @a-single-uwo @dracq and @little-diva-gurl and to you three specifically, so sorry for the wait! But I didn’t forget :3)

“He loves you, more than he’s ever loved anyone. Surely you know that,” Hange tried to plead, taking (Y/N)’s small hands into her own.

With an inability to overlook the throbbing in her chest, the girl simply met her gaze with a sorrowful smile. Her friend’s expression was sympathetic, conveying her sentiment with a sense of urgency and conviction; such a gesture was appreciated, but considering the events of today leading the broken girl thus far, easy to brush off. Levi’s own harsh words and hard-set countenance were forever etched into (Y/N)’s memory-- speaking louder than any other subconscious that told her he didn’t mean the things he’d spoken. All she could see now was the Captain’s anger trumping all the blinding endearment she thought the two of them to shared. There was no room in her brain for two such vastly different images… the young woman viewed herself an idiot.

(Y/N) was barely able to speak, a thousand words at once caught in behind her pursed lips as she shook her head, wishing Hange’s statement was true.

“With all do respect, Section Commander…” weak voice trailing off, the petite beauty cleared her throat and willed herself not to cry. “I don’t believe you. I was a fool to think of myself as more than my true worth to Levi.”

Said man of the conversation stood on the other side of the door, a whole world away, fist lifted mid-knock. He stilled, gray orbs downcast as he heard the girl’s reply echoing in his ears.

The documents in his hand fell from his fingertips as his body slacked, the pages fluttering in the air and settling with the ambiance. He hadn’t realized he dropped them, and when he did, Levi could not bring himself to care. His eyelids squeezed shut painfully and the stoic male turned heel, footsteps rhythmically sounding off the lacquer floor as he shuffled away in defeat and heartache.

And only when the stoic man reached the privacy of his room did he realize his fingernails were dug so tightly into his palms that crescent moon scars would indent the skin for life.

A cruel, constant reminder. A testimony to his greatest pain--- your heartbreak.

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Commander Erwin sat at the head of the office table of one of the many meeting rooms littered along the castle, a serious expression cast on his defined face. There was a tired yet determined look fixed on his shadowed face; deceptively aged with worry lines creased across his forehead: a tell to the stress and conflicting passion his position required. Untold horrors must have crossed the man’s mind on the daily, yet, the disciplined, solemn facade did well to suggest otherwise.

Even in another dim scenario such as this one, he remained the epitome of strength.

As Erwin studied a long paper in front of him, there was a flicker of deep thought that passed just as quickly as it came. The thought grew smaller in his eyes, and the put-together authority figure stroked his freshly kempt chin.

Having not seen the Scouts since their rescue mission to save Eren, you were shocked at the change in the head of the regiment. With an arm lost and the deceptively young-looking appearance faded, it was only then when you realized his hair told stories as well-- speckled with select gray strands, the stress-revealers hid amongst a thicket of slicked away blondes.

Things seem to have shifted. From what I’ve read in the reports… Eren controlled the Titans with his scream without knowing how. It feels like we’re moving forwards and backwards at the same time.

You touched the bandaging around your torso, wincing a tad as you pressed too hard.

If I’d been more careful last mission I would’ve seen it all for myself.

A map was spread out across the wooden surface of the ancient worktable, the parchment’s top ends brushing against your fingertips. It gave off a beige hue with ink blended in a thoughtful, delicately beautiful layout of Wall Maria’s charted territory. Sunlight filtered through the window shades and illuminated the figurines representing another formation of the Commander’s. Clusters creating an almost horseshoe shape laid out in front of the spectators in the room, squads labeled accordingly. The symbols representing the Special Operations Squad were located on the innermost circle, standing out in bright yellow.

You took a moment to gaze up and break away from the lull of the deafening silence.

You were painfully aware of Captain Levi’s presence next to you. Eren sat on your other side, with another squad leader directly across. Hange was at Erwin’s left side, and Moblit peered past Mikasa’s shoulder in order to see properly as the head of the Survey Corps spoke, finally leaving the separate worlds of his own mind. Armin and stood behind the blonde man, absorbing each of his words carefully.

“There’s many obstacles to be dealt with, naturally” Erwin intoned, officially beginning the meeting. “For starters, we cannot risk any casualties on the journey to Shiganshina. Knowing the enemy, they will be prepared for our arrival and not a single soldier can be spared until we get to the battle field.”

Erwin brought up a lingering, troubling issue that already started to make your head hurt. As a key strategist and extension of the Brain Trust, however, your mind was your strongest weapon. There had to be a way to work around it all.

“Traveling at night is yet another risk,” you relayed, resting your weight on your forearms. “Considering the events experienced the night of the Beast Titan’s appearance.”

The light of the full moon must have been bright enough to give the titans energy.

“How are we supposed to work our way around that?” Eren groaned in exasperation.

You wracked your brain, biting your lip in frustration as all came up blank. All motion came to a halt, though, as you felt a hand grip your knee firmly. Electricity shot through your body as you met the penetrating gaze.

Levi.

“Calm down, brat. Tapping incessantly will only piss me off.”

You hadn’t even known you’d been doing it, but the second the Captain touched you, you were frozen.

Your eyes met his, fully, for the first time in months. And from that instant on, they were trapped in the blue-gray you had drowned in so many times before. You couldn’t help but absorb the sight and engrave it to memory, the art of Levi himself a blessing you had nearly forgotten. But he was different from last time. Maybe it was the illusion fading, or your distant memory. Of him, never.

He looked tired, like you, the fire in those orbs dulled into dying embers. Was that the mission’s doing? The loss of nearly half the regiment?

Or was it something else entirely?

Then your focus shifted to his hand, which dared to travel the smallest bit upwards. Levi kept it there, as if stuck in his own trance. A minute, hour, day could have passed and still, in that moment, you wouldn’t have noticed.

Until reality hit and you remembered everything anew.

As if he had been burned, Levi retracted his hand as quickly as you looked away. The illusion faded once more, just as tragic as last time.

Breath, (Y/N). This is bigger than you.

“I suspect,” you sighed, regaining yourself, “the indirect source of sunlight the moon reflects, is enough to generate energy for these new titans. The solution is simple.”

“We can initiate the expedition next new moon!” Armin exclaimed, pointing at you excitedly.

“Mhmm, that is our most promising option. But I doubt it will be safe doing it on horseback. We need to be quiet, stealthy, and aware of our surroundings considering the dangers of the dark. Our vision will be limited,” Hange pointed out. “We’ll need to walk them and our supplies, and find a better source of light.”

Erwin nodded, looking slightly impressed.

And as your nonchalant front solidified, you realized it was becoming easier to smile than to remember the hurt. It seemed that way for Levi too, who took an elegant sip of tea as if nothing fazed him at all.

There are more important things, clearly.

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ofstarsandvibranium · 6 years ago

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Vienna: Part 2

Fandom: Marvel (College AU)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: When Bucky went on a family trip to Vienna when he was 12, he met a very pretty girl and had his first kiss. 16 years later, he’s back in Vienna.

A/N: I know I said this was gonna be two parts but ya gurl is a lying bitch. hahaha!

Bucky stares up at the Schönbrunn Palace like he did sixteen years ago. Back then, he thought this place was huge. He still does now.

“Impressive,” Nat, his friend said as she stood beside him, “There’s probably over five hundred rooms at this place.”

“1,441 rooms to be exact,” Bucky stated, eyes still glued to the building before him. He could feel Nat’s questioning gaze and he smiled, “I came here before. When I was twelve, my family and I took a trip throughout Europe. I didn’t really appreciate it back then. But now, since I’m getting a Master’s in European History, I’m definitely taking advantage of this second chance I’m given.”

The redhead snorted and nudged her friend with her elbow, “Well let’s head inside. Steve, Sam, and Clint are waiting for us.” she tugs on Bucky’s sleeve and they both head towards the tour group that them and their friends are assigned to.

You couldn’t believe you were here in Vienna again. You mentally cursed your twelve year old self for not appreciating this beautiful sight an history before you. You smile to yourself when you remember the young boy you ran off with. You were so disappointed that your time with him was so short-lived. Within the few hours of being in his presence, you found yourself getting a crush. Of course, you knew it would 99.9% never happened. You were strangers and probably lived at separate parts of the world. Plus, you were young!

“Y/N!” your friend, Wanda, called out your name, “C’mon! The tour is about to start!” you rush after you friend as your assigned tour group begins to head into the palace.

Your eyes went to the ceilings and walls and everything in between. It looked exactly like it did all those years ago. Well, you really didn’t expect it to change, honestly.

“Guys, I want a castle,” your other friend and Wanda’ brother, Pietro, stated with a sigh.

You snorted, “Yeah, like you could ever afford one.”

Pietro smirked at you, “Whoever said about me buying one? What if I end up winning the heart of a beautiful princess? You’d be the last one laughing.”

You rolled your eyes, “Yeah right. The only game you have, Pietro, is on Sims.”

Wanda snorted, hiding her laughter behind her hands, not wanting to disrupt their tour guide. Her brother stuck his tongue out at you, “You hurt my feelings, Y/N.”

You gave him a shrug, “Don’t care. Now be quiet! I wanna hear what our guide is saying!”

“Do you ever shut up?!” Bucky sneered at Sam.

““All I’m saying it that I’d have fun christening every single-”

“I don’t wanna hear about your sex life, Wilson. I’m trying to listen!”

Sam scoffed, “Man, you act like you don’t know everything about this place anyway!”

People in front of them glared back at Sam. Steve immediately put his one hand on Bucky, the other on Sam, and pushed them away from each other so he could walk in-between them, “We seriously can’t take you two anywhere,” he grumbled.

Bucky rolled his eyes as he focused back on their tour guide as he began to explain the purpose of one of the rooms on their left. After five minutes of his informational spiel, the group continued forward. Bucky decided to stay back a bit to get a better look of the decor and the rooms.

He peered into one, admiring the placement of the furniture and it’s baroque style. The four poster bed was so-

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” he jumped at the sound of another voice, your voice

You giggled and gave him a sorry look, “My bad. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“It’s fine. Guess I was too deep in admiring the room, I didn’t feel a presence.” he gestured ahead of him, “But we better go before we get lost.”

The two of you followed the tour group, but at your own pace, “Have you been here before?” you asked, glancing his way. You couldn’t help but think of how attractive he was. With the stubble on his face, his slicked back hair, and his striking blue eyes. Man, this guy looked like he was chiseled by the Gods.

He nodded, “Yeah. When I was a kid, my family and I traveled around Europe for the summer. Although, I didn’t really care for this place when I was younger. How about you?”

“Same here. I thought the place was beautiful, but I didn’t care about the history. But I’m glad to be back here, redeeming my younger self.”

Bucky chuckled, “I understand exactly how you feel. I’m actually studying for my Master’s in European World history and when we learned about the baroque period, I became a little obsessed. Especially since this is one of the staples of that time period and I took it for granted! So now I’m,” he paused to chuckle to himself, “I’m nerding out a bit to be honest.”

“I’m a cultural studies major with a European History minor. So I understand.” you stuck out your hand, “I’m Y/N.”

Bucky shook it, a smile on his face, “I’m James, but people call me-”

“Bucky! Let’s go, man!” Clint hollered as the tour group were a lot more far ahead that you realized.

Your eyes widened at the name, “Wait. Bucky?”

Bucky glanced at Clint and then at you, confused, “Yeah? Have we-”

“During your first time here, a twelve year old girl came up to you and convinced you to ditch your family so we could go off to the garden maze. There, you played a game of cat and mouse. If you found the girl, she’d give you a kiss.”

Bucky stood there absolutely speechless. Was it really you? The girl who gave him his first kiss? The girl that he spent his preteen years thinking about until he finally decided there was no chance of ever seeing you again?

“Y/N? Is it-You’re here? You’re the Y/N? My first kiss?”

You laughed in disbelief, “I can’t believe you’re here!”

“Neither can I! How-What are the chances?! This is such a coincidence!” Bucky pulled you into a hug, “I thought I’d never see you again!”

“Bucky! Dude, what’s going on? The group’s leaving!” Clint scolded his friend, and then looked at you, “Hi. I’m Clint.”

“Y/N,” you gave him a small wave.

“Are you part of our tour group? ‘Cause they’re leaving us.”

You nodded, “Right. We-We should go,” you both followed Clint to the end of the hall and up some stairs.

For the rest of the tour, you and Bucky went back and forth telling each other about yourselves while also paying attention to the tour. You’d make comments to each other here and there, often bursting into a fit of giggles, which earned some stares and glares from other members of the tour group. You apologized every single time.

Eventually, the tour was over and you, Bucky, and your respective friends were out in the gardens.

“Okay, sooo..how do you two know each other?” Sam asked.

“We actually met here sixteen years ago. Ditched the tour group-”

“‘Cause we were both little punks-”

“And went into the maze-”

“Which we were stuck in for about two to two and a half hours.”

You shrugged, “Worth it though.”

“Do you guys wanna have lunch on the grass altogether?” Bucky’s friend, Steve, as he introduced himself, pointed to the area where couples and families were scattered around relaxing, talking, and enjoying some food.

Wanda shook her head, “We don’t want to impose.”

“Please, it’s no problem,” Steve said with a reassuring smile.

“Y/N?” Wanda asked, turning to you for permission.

You looked at Bucky, who was already looking at you with a hopeful gaze. You softly smiled at him and nodded, “Sure. Why not?”

#Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky x reader #college au #marvel #au

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anthropologicalhands · 6 years ago

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12. “Despite what you think, I am completely capable of taking care of myself”

post-season 3 speculative, I am presuming some lawyer magic

Her return to Scarsdale wasn’t supposed to be like this. ‘This’was supposed to be her and Paula’s heart-to-heart road trip— well, sort of. Flyto New York and then rent a car and drive about, revisiting their old hauntsand sorting themselves out and facing their problems together. Thelma andLouise without all the shooting.

Except then Paula got a call from her mother, the kind ofcall that suggested she needed to get herself on a plane to Buffalo NiagaraInternational ASAP. A ‘family only’ kind of visit. Paula had been frazzled andthrown off-guard, and it was as much for her as for herself that Rebeccasuggested that she would take the car and stay with Naomi, finally have thatheart-to-heart, that she would be fine. That Naomi had been a little reserved,but open to the idea, despite the short notice. It couldn’t be too bad.

How naïve.

‘Not bad’ did not mean locking herself in the bathroom onthe top floor and curling up under the sink, clinging to the pipes. ‘Not bad’ wouldhave meant that her breathing exercises were unnecessary, that she wasn’tmuttering ‘SASSY’ under her breath and being forced to try all of her oldcoping methods and having to discard them, because they weren’t working, not even thesongs. Her mind was going too fast, splitting through every feeling ofinadequacy and self-loathing with dizzying speed. Her pulse raced at a similarspeed; she rubbed hard at her chest, as if that pathetic motion would sooth it.

Why did she think she could handle this alone? Why hadn’tshe gone with Paula, just driven the six hours and kept out of the way? Itwasn’t even that her mother tried to do provoke her—she could see that, atleast. It was all on her; she just messed up the conversation, the way she wasstill screwing up everything, despite her promises.

There was—there just had to be something else she could doto take back her bearings.

She fumbled for her phone, nearly dropping it twice, andunlocked it with shaking fingers. She started with the gurl group chat,everything they had texted before they had left on their trip, all ofValencia’s “You can do it”s! and heart emoticons and Heather’s “Be safe, textus when you get there.”

She scrolled back a little further, to a nonsensical discussionabout what would happen if the internet ran out of room, and her and Valencia’smulti-text freakout about the debut of Roxane Gay’s new book. Rereading thoseconversations and all of their asides made the air a little clearer, a littleeasier to inhale.

Except it was only a temporary calm, however effective itwas for the moment. Valencia had an event this weekend and Heather was accompanyingHector to a cousin’s quincenera, so calling them was out of the question. AndPaula was off-limits until she texted back an all-clear. And this wasn’t—thiswasn’t a big emergency. Just…a check-in.

Almost on autopilot, she pulled up her call record andscrolled down, past missed calls from her mother and Paula and the girls,finally slowing to a pause, her thumb hovering over a very specific number.

They hadn’t spoken much by phone, not from before thehearing. Every exchange since had been in person, his resentment and fear aftershe went off script, her to fire back that she needed to take responsibility—maybenot exactly for pushing Trent off a roof, but for everything else she’d everdone, things that happened long before she ever knew him by name. Enough thatby the time him and Paula and the others were able to ensure she wouldn’tactually go to jail for five years that both of them were tired and could agreeto keep some distance while she sorted herself out and tried to start over.

Let me know if youneed anything.

He’d still said that, even when he didn’t have to. Maybe itwas a courtesy, maybe he didn’t really mean it, but she discarded that thoughtas quickly as it came.

She knew that he had his own ways of drowning out the voicesin his head, the shame and doubt when his father was too much.

If her usual songs wouldn’t work, maybe his would.

She chewed at her lip and pressed the redial.

It rang once, twice. For a moment, she remembered that hemight not want to pick up for her.

Then there was a click. An uncertain pause on the other sideof the line. She could hear the murmur of more voices faintly in thebackground.

“Rebecca?”

“Hey!” Her voice was two pitches higher than it should beand already she was cringing—that wasn’t the voice of a Rebecca reasonably incontrol of her facilities; that was the Rebecca who was trying to cover upsomething. Which was ridiculous, because that wasn’t what she was trying to do,she was not trying to hide anything, not at all. This was just a simple requestfrom someone else with a similar problem. Nothing else to be nervous about. Notat all.

“Hey, it’s been a while, but I just needed your help with a super quickquestion and you did say I could call if I needed any help, so—here I am,calling in for help. Ring!”

“I thought Darryl said you were in New York with Paula?” hesaid, slightly suspicious.

“Oh, I am, I totally am, it’s great. Just two besties goingsoul-searching together, you know? We just got sidetracked a teensy bit. Paulahad to take an emergency flight to Buffalo, so I’m with my mom until we canmeet up again. Except, haha, our mother-daughter bonding sesh isn’t going sohot. And I know you never met her properly except possibly at my wedding buttalking with her can be like verbal Etch-and-Sketch – you think theconversation’s going one way and then she shakes her head and the subject’s dead and you’re stuck having to startover with a blank slate.”

“Okay, slow down.” There’s a note of sharpness in his voice,something she might call almost anxious. “You’re at your mom’s alone? Are you okay? You haven’t beendrinking anything?”

“No! God no, I know better than to do that here. Despitewhat you think, I am completely capable of taking care of myself.”

“I think I know that,”he snapped, and it stings, but before there was even time to give a suitablyscathing retort (or just even hang up, because fuck it) he hurriedly follows up with, “Wait, I didn’t—sorry, thatwas uncalled for. Don’t hang up.”

Cautiously, she returned the phone to her ear.

“It was,” she said, a little icy.

“I know. You caught me off guard.” She could hear him exhaledeeply. “I…didn’t think you’d actually call. Let alone from New York.”

“You’re not the onlyone.”

He cleared his throat. “What was your question?”

“Remember when you told me you used to have this one songthat you used to use to get your dad out of your head? It was like this eightiessong, super repetitive and kind ofterrible and totally catchy, right? Um, what was it?”

“…Are you trying to make fun of me?”

She let her head fall back against the tile; this wasn’twhat she wanted, him on the defensive. How stupid, she should have expected it—

“No I’m not trying to—” she took a deep breath. “Like,normally I could remember a song like that in two seconds flat, since music istotally my thing. I just…my mom got under my skin, and she wasn’t trying to,she was actually trying to be nice, since this is the first time we’ve beentogether since the, uh…”

She fumbled, the words slipping cleanly out of her head. Morethan anyone, Nathaniel still reacted oddly whenever she directly talked abouther suicide attempt.

“You know,” she finished lamely. “It was bad.”

“Yeah,” he said, after a moment’s pause, the word a littlesofter, and she can breathe easier. “Um, yeah, I do. Give me a minute, I needto find somewhere quiet.”

“Sure. Wait, are you at an event?”

“It’s nothing,” he said dismissively. “Just give me asecond.”

She waited, while she heard the odd rustling –it soundedlike he was moving from outdoors to inside. When he spoke again, there was nowind, no background half-faded chatter, and his voice came through sharp andclear.

“You still there?”

“Still here,” she affirmed. “Just hiding out in the bathroomand getting close and personal with my mom’s ridiculously nice bathmat.”

“The bathroom?”

“Yeah, I don’t really have a room here anymore, just thesofa, so the bathroom’s the safest place in the house. She puts a lot ofimportance into nice bathrooms. It’s amazing—all of that therapy, and it’s likeninety percent of my coping methods just went out the window the second I wasin the same room with her.”

“Ah.” He was quiet. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

And it was so stupid, but she could feel her two-timeheartbeat start to slow, the pain in her chest not as tight, from such smallwords.

“I knew it wasn’t going to be a cakewalk,” she said lightly,trying for levity. “I just didn’t expect my usual songs to not work, so…”

“So you want to borrow mine instead?” he finished, and she couldalmost hear the faint smile in the slight inflection at the end of his words, theslightly sad one she knew better than she wanted to. “Makes sense.”

“I hope. So, how does it go? I don’t even really have the beat.”

“Okay.” There was a pause. “You realize I’m going to have tosing this, right? You really want that?”

“I mean, you can just say it with the right rhythm, thatwould work too. And I think I remember the chorus, so you don’t need to singthat. Just the stanzas.”

“Thank god for small mercies,” said Nathaniel, resigned, butstill a little light, like he still had the smile. “You ready?”

She cupped the phone against her cheek, its warmth radiatingthrough. “Yeah.”

There was a slightly embarrassed pause.

“Try to be best, causeyou’re only a man, and a man’s gotta learn to take it…”

He was singing so quietly, so self-consciously, Rebeccaimmediately started to laugh, giddiness overtaking anxiety, flooding straightthrough her.

“Sorry!” she gasped. “This isn’t at you—please, just keepgoing.”

“Try to believe,though the going gets rough that you gotta hang tough to make it,”Nathaniel continued, the edge of his voice wavering, like he was trying to keepfrom laughing himself.

“Right, right, I remember this!” she cried, the rest of thesong filling up the gaps in her memory on its own. “History repeats yourself, try and you’ll succeed…”

She took over, going straight through the first chorus, andshe could hear Nathaniel smothering his own laughter and not quite succeedingas she dragged out the notes, and she can feel her anxiety deflating like aphysical thing, replaced by the surge of bubbly, honest relief.

“Sounds like you got it,” he said, when she finished. “Needme to take you through the next stanza?”

“I think I remember how it goes,” she said, blaming hergiddiness on her impulse to tease. “That was The Karate Kid, right? I still can’t believe that you actuallyidentified with the scrappy Brooklyn kid and not, you know, the rich whiteSoCal boy. Then again, I can’t see you ever getting into a fight. Or winning afight. Or riding a motorcycle. Or ignoring a girl when she says ‘no’. So maybeit does make sense.”

“Thank you so muchfor that validation of my character.”

“You’re welcome.”

There was a brief silence that filled between them that, forthe first time in a long while, was amiable.

“Do you think that will help,” he asked, eventually. “Or doyou need another one?”

“No need, it’s enough of an ear worm that it should get methrough the next few days. But thank you.I needed that. And…”

She hesitated.

“Well, thank you for answering at all. I wasn’t sure youwould.”

“Thank you for taking my offer seriously,” he said quietly.

She hadn’t been sure, either, not having taken it during herfirst month of recovery, before she stepped outside the therapy bubble, but ithad been reassuring to have, to know that it was there, steady and secure. Thathe meant his word even after everything that happened since then was a relief.

“Well, now I know,” she said, aiming for levity again. “If Iever need to remember some super macho hyper-catchy song, I’ll call you.”

“I’ll be prepared.”

“I hope I didn’t interrupt anything important,” she said,neither willing nor ready to end the call.

He coughed. “Not really. I’m at my parents’ place. It wasn’thard to get away.”

“Oh. How have things been with them?”

“Same as ever.” There was a pause. “It was…good timing,actually, that you called when you did. Pretty sure I’ve been released of myobligation to speak to either of them for the rest of the evening.”

She winced, even though he couldn’t see it, eyes screwingshut. She knew that dance.

“I’m happy to give you one of my songs, if you need it,” shesaid, wanting to say ‘sorry’, but not feeling quite like it covered everythingthat she wanted to convey. “Just because they aren’t working for me right now,doesn’t mean they’ve lost their magic completely.”

He huffed a laugh. “Maybe. Depends on the song. What kind ofmusic could I expect?”

“Oh, I use everything. Everything popular. Lots of Disneysongs. Musicals. You’ve heard SpringAwakening, right?”

“Not since college.”

“There are a few songs there that might help. I’ll send youthe links later tonight, if you want.”

“…I’d like that.” It had been a long time since she’d heardthat warmth in his tone, and Rebecca let her eyes drift close, so that shecould see the words write themselves behind her eyelids, tuck them away forsafekeeping.

“I’ll make a list. And, um, hey, for the record?”

“Yeah?”

“…it’s good to hear your voice.”

The intake of breath on the other end of the line would benearly soundless, if she hadn’t been straining to catch it.

“The same to you,” he said, still warm. “Let me know if anything else comes up.Songs or otherwise.”

“Yeah. And Nathaniel?”

“Hm?”

“Maybe after…”

She started to speak, but stopped herself, tamping down hardon the words. It was too early to have that conversation, especially when shestill hadn’t had it yet with her mother, when she and Paula were stillhammering out theirs. Just because her thoughts were finally coherent againdidn’t mean that she should share all of them. For now, it was enough to know thatthey were still capable of having moments like this.

“I will. I know where to find you.”

“I’m counting on it.” There was still that smile in hisvoice. “Good-night, Rebecca.”

“Good-night, Nathaniel.”

#rebecca x nathaniel #crazy ex girlfriend #writing meme reply #so i definitely borrowed a bit of this idea from one of your fics #and i am being handwavy via: the situation at the end of s3 but HEY #we can do that #ellie writes fic #notbang

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fadedstarlight · 6 years ago

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the stars will sing for you, one day. hope is what dreamers rely upon, so don’t lose it. even if it means the end of everything you know.

a crumpled tee shirt, plastered directly to her face. an exhausted arm brushes it aside with a disgruntled moan, the moan of someone who was having a terribly nice dream and was woken up by the most inconsiderate rays of morning grace. thanks, morning, she mutters to herself. comforter pushed aside, beads of sweat rolling off the bangs matted to her temples, may allows her body the respite of cool floorboards, chilling her aching body. wait, why is my body aching? where is my home? where am i? startled eyes, dizzy from the relentless waves of heat, burst open with fervor known only to the insane and the driven. there were a lot of questions, of course. that’s human nature. staring up at the ceiling, a small fan twirls daintily. this isn’t right, she keeps saying to herself. this can’t be right.

no answers can be fulfilled lying face-up on the floor, so in a flurry of movement, may was upright at last. tenatively, she made out the visage of fate that lay before her:

a half-eaten pizza. thrown lazily over a laptop.

why is there a pizza here?! i don’t even like pizza!

may took this opportunity of pure speculative confusion to observe the furnishings around her– a bed with no frame, laid at the end of the room with pastel flowers adorning the comforter; a small, yet thoughtful rug that looked incredibly soft if layed upon, if there weren’t a black cat sitting directly in the center of it, enjoying the sun; a desk with the aforementioned pizza laptop at the other end of the room; and a communist flag pinned to the wall with two small knives.

cool.

i need to find a fan.

PROLOGUE

1 maybe this is the beginning of something new.

maybe this is the end of something ancient.

maybe this simply is.

2 she can’t do it alone.

be strong, may. be strong. run fast, head high, legs pumping– as long as you are going away from what you once were. that, dear, was a fate worse than death.

i don’t think death itself envies you, to be honest.

3 if you keep walking, maybe eventually possibly you can wake up from this and it will all be better.

but you know, you can’t outrun fate.

fate has its own tendrils that operate on their own terms and own laws and own everything and it doesn’t give a shit if it hurts you. because it has a job. and it’s doing a pretty great job at that job, and it probably doesn’t like that job but it doesn’t have a choice because its fate bosses tell it to do that job or else it’ll lose its fate job in its fate cubicle making a fate wage so it can feed its fate family. and they have their own fates, too, forcing them into this fate paradox that never seems to pause or contemplate why it does that, as if that too has a fate that it was predestined for.

my head hurts,

i really need some coffee. when was the last time i had something to drink? it was a day ago, probably. it’s not like, out here, i have much to go off of in terms of resources. if the winter chill nipping at my fingertips could be as filling as they are annoying, i’d never have to eat or drink anything again. now i’m hungry too. i am kind of wandering the wilderness, so i suppose i’m not too surprised. but i still am. in an apathetic kind of way. like, i will be conscious of what is happening, think to myself, oh, well i should do something about this, and never actually act upon it. even now i feel like im just watching a movie of someone else who just so happens to be traversing the alaskan landscape in search of something that isn’t there, wondering what their motivations are. gnawing on popcorn, sucking down heaven’s nectar and in the calming embrace of separate souls, lapping up the emotional buffet such a connection offers to one so malnourished. certainly sounds good right about now.

but i’ve accepted that, after about the nineteenth mile of uninterrupted walking, i understood that my entire existence was to never be ‘good’. good is the term that people never meant for anything say to quantify their meaningless lives by trying to find purpose in purposeless things. they have to do something for 80 years before they kick the bucket, right? grass doesn’t have things to look forward to, to aspire to be, to discuss, yet here it is, frozen and pale in the face of winter’s countenance, tenderly caressing its neck with its white-hot temptation. and grass doesn’t hurt anybody, either. all grass ever did was be green and be eaten by things who like hurting other things. grass has feelings, too, but no one cares. because it’s grass. and we are people, but honestly, we’re so much worse than grass. grass deserves more good its life than we have ever had. grass hasn’t killed other grasses. grass just wants to be the best grass it can be and it tries so fucking hard to be that. its grass parents must be so proud of it.

i wish i were grass.

4 stars wink at me sometimes. their flirtatious personalities are intoxicating, which makes it all the more heartbreaking when i realize the distance between them and i. i wish i could be up there with them, and succumb to their allure, be subject to the countless stories and thoughts, their transcendental banter, their flaws and fears and fate all lined up for me to gorge upon with all senses in wide-eyed stupor. the stars have their qualms about the universe too, i’m sure. but to be a celestial body must have its perks, too. for one, you never have to worry about not having enough time. you’re the largest measurer of time, only trumped in its universal dominance by the ones who set them there at all. also, you’re friends with other stars, whether they like it or not. your galaxy would be, essentially, a set of unbreakable friendships. you’re all orbiting each other, invariably destined to meet in a cataclysmic reuniting. it’s poetic: tragic and moving and short-lived yet unmistakably important to those involved, for they are foreverchanged with unmistakablelove. those were books i was writing on before i began this wandering journey into eternal oblivion. i doubt they’ll get finished, but it’s the fact that i tried at all that makes it powerful.

5 now, as i wrap my cardigan around my knees and crush the life out of these frozen leaves with my weight it must bear, i contemplate the purpose of my existence as an individual among individuals. is it true that some are destined to live in the solitary confinement of their shadow, as a mere instrument of mimicry? that is all i have become. to serve the whims of another, willing to destroy the whole of my being just to catch another glimpse of him, to prove i have life worth living, pulsing throughout my chest. but now i sit, cracked, with my split soul, breathing life into these leaves, similarly cracked, and similarly dead, and similarly subservient to me. this is hope leaving my body. i can feel its warmth pour in drops at first, yet slowly collecting into a technicolor pool, paled slightly by my tears added to the mixture. i like pastels anyway.

it has been pouring since the encounter. whatever it touches lives again. my goal is to find the man. and hug him. and let the torrent of tears stain his jacket, and my soul to drench him in his ignorance, to heal him, for he is the broken one, not i. i am not cruel. i am not beyond help. neither is he. no one is evil. he is confused. i am confused. we are confused. i will heal him.

6 you ever have those dreams that seemingly go on for decades, that build their own narratives and relationships and struggles that become all the more important than your own as you reside within them for those few brief hours of rest? where you remember every detail of your fictional love’s morning routine, as it was your favorite part of waking up, watching them dance while brushing their teeth, and sing in the shower way too loud letting yourself join in and not caring about the fact that both sound like a duet of cats dying in the rhythm of california gurls? where you remember the pain of losing imaginary loved ones, those ones whom your entire being was poured into, that made you the best fictional person you could possibly be. where you wake up in tears because you died crying, in a hospital bed, not sure what would be on the other side, and it just so happens to be that this actual, tangible life was the alternative, even though you would probably prefer a legitimate death without this purposeless, lifeless existence you actually inhabit being a purgatory for the next 60 years. those dreams have been appearing to me more and more recently, and i’m sure there’s a reason for their occurrences. maybe its because of this crisp wilderness air constantly barraging me with endless strokes of its mighty wind, or the fact that i haven’t seen another person in three days, or eaten in almost two, or the fact that i’m kind of disintegrating before my very eyes. the puddle my heart has left keeps a nice warm patch on the ground where the grass has been reborn, but aside from that i am cold. very cold. i can see some lights in the distance, kind of like a hazy sea of distant fireflies, gracefully following their own solo lines while maintaining the integrity of the whole symphony simultaneously. it’s rather pretty. if it weren’t for this hypnotic flurry of flickering, i would pass it. but i am intrigued. what stories will lie here, who knows. i can only pray they will leave me more answers than questions.

7 as my eyelids rush to meet each other as soon as those faint, flickering lights form distinct rectangles, i find myself feeling oddly at peace with everything. as i give in to gravity and the earth whispers my name, may, may, lay your weary head upon my shoulder and allow me to bear your burden, all things become so very obvious. alike the situation that placed me here, skull against skin against upturned earth, i succumb to alluring temptation once more, with the knowledge that my limbs, although leaden, have lead me farther in this time alone than they ever had in the life i lead before, and that was a comforting thought. maybe this all was a worthwhile endeavor, as the crash of footstep berates my sensitive ears with their screeching calls.

if i had known he would be the stars, and the grass, and the earth, and all other things, maybe i wouldn’t have come here. it’s all intertwined, there’s no escaping this or that or anything or nothing because even absence leaves a gaping hole in my chest that leaks out like a starving child begging for sustenance, as tears flow and fears grow and lives are snuffed out, one by one. i would rather take their place, there. some of those starving people who will never have a chance could have a chance if i allowed them to have it. i’ve wasted my life, on things that never really mattered or cared, but they could have done something amazing, gone on to change the world forever, instead of having the soul sucked out of them as life pours out of their eyes like tears so similar. i wonder if anyone feels the same way about me, that i could be something great if i were only capable of and given the chance. i think about that a lot. the possibility of something else, of renewal, of happiness. it’s simply a thought, but it’s a thought worth thinking of.

8 i was asleep for a day, i was asleep for a thousand days. time is a petty quandary anyhow.

what was true was the tears – millions upon millions of tears begotten by the tortures of millions upon millions of demons locked away in one solitary skull. sleep was never my friend; sleep never attended birthday parties or called late at night to make sure arteries were intact or laughed at dumb jokes or anything like that. sleep was the listless vixen that cloyed at my mind, always tempting me to the brink of exhaustion but ever allowing me to partake, never allowing me anything but the utter agony of lack of control. but this was especially horrid, as the role had been reversed. now lady list had her tendrils firmly secured, her jaw relentlessly locked on my consciousness. left to her mercy once more, the agony poured from my eyes in steamy globs one after another as the pain throbbed in my temples because the temple of solitude within my mind had been breached ad neverendum. i was forced to play out the pain of my past as her poison passed through my porous brain, a catalyst for the horrors of the may that once experienced them to be rejuvenated with enthralled vigor once more. i was worse than dead. it should have left me there, to die in my own pity, convulsing and confused and scared. but that would be too convenient. eventually, her poison drained from the wounds i had inflicted myself, numerous and agonizing in their own right. i had to. it was required. i couldn’t stand the thought of it all anymore. you can only handle so much.

we’re only human.

well, most of us.

9 my eyes, shrouded with glistening stars that swirled around nauseously as i took in my surroundings, danced across this unfamiliar environment. scuttling feet enveloping my senses, in all senses but sight: no matter how hard i tried to focus on the brittle tile that sent shivers cascading through my body, no clarity ever emerged. i was left with a vague sense of the location i was residing within: the floor of a tavern. freezing, filthy. i was apparently dragged inside with no real thought as to my condition or situation: for if these fumbling buffoons were to realize the seriousness of my predicament they would surely be healing my every wound and bowing their head to the bobbing of mine, attempting to raise my upper body. neither of these conclusions were to be fully realized, though i thought myself a queen for a time: to control all things with but a mere breath, to flaunt one’s ability and status with crooning grace and fullness; capable of destroying the lives of those around me but being empathetic enough to allow their lives sustenance for another day, and letting the reaper grow thin and his scythe rusty due to my own diligence. i would be the master of mortality, able to move any single, simple soul to accomplish this countenance’s humble requests. one could actually compare these actions to those of

UP. AWAKE,. I, I FEEL, COLD. . WHERE IS MY HEART? ? IT’S BEEN BLEEDING ALL OVER THIS DAMNED FLOOR. MUDDYING UP THE BOOTS OF THOSE UNACCUSTOMED TO SUCH LOWLY TRIBULATIONS THAT ONE OF MY OWN STATURE MUST ENDURE. SO SORRY, , MADAME, MISTER, I SHALL ALL AT ONCE CLEAN MY PLACE AND PERSON AS TO BE AS TRIFLING OF A INCONVENIENCE AS POSSIBLE, I MOST WHOLEHEARTEDLY ASSURE YOU THIS IS COMMONPLACE FOR PEOPLE WITH ISSUES SUCH AS MINE OH YES PLEASE DONT TOUCH IT YOU’LL BURN YOURSELF. YOU’LL BE DAMAGED. WHYA RE YOU STARING/? AT ME LIKE HTAT? OH I MUST HAVE BEEN INTRUSIVE MY SINCEREST APOLOGIES I SHALL PACK MY BELONGINGS AND GO PLEASE SIR FINE SIR MOVE ASIDE, ,,, WHY ARE YOU STANDING THERE, UNMOVING AND UNBLINKING AS IF THE WORLD HAS NEVER GRACED YOU WITH AN IMMOVABLE BEAUTY SUCH AS I? HOW RUDE OF YOU, I SHALL

run run run. run. run run? run, yes, yet my legs waver and mind shakes at the onset of actuality. this is not good. i must change course, find solace in the upstairs rooms, where i will surely pay for my intrusion into somehow. these awestruck peoples have been stagnant since my arousal, how peculiar– and this is coming from me! each step is as if my whole soul is to be thrust into the heat of a battle, and each cell inside my body are the unwavering yet unwilling soldiers who understand their demise is necessary and inevitable in order to protect those who admonish them on home soil as their greed stockpiles as quickly as complacency grows. i have been here for hours, it seems, attacking these cursed slopes that haunt my every movement, as i clamor up their taunting, unnervingly pearl-white faces. my chest heaves and my screams are apparent, but they are wholly necessary for the process at work here: yet still oblivious onlookers seem more interested in the past than present. the solid oak door moans as loudly as i: please, come inside me, come in and never leave, you are mine and always was. i was always one to give into temptation. the door swings with greased hinges, carrying me as momentum forces me to land on the bed directly in front of m-

ow. now i’m unconscious again, aren’t i? who knows how long i’ll be trapped in here. it’s pretty rank, too. i never much cared for it. i’d trade it out for a new one in a moment if i were able to, but those sorts of things are only what can come true in fantasy, and not reality, this reality of cracked and flowing hearts and polished white floors and hungry doors waiting to consume their next meal. this is reality. and i try so hard to convince myself that yes, reality is something worth fighting for, and here i am, at its mercy once again.

at least the floor is warm now.

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call-of-quileutes-blog · 7 years ago

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When it Happened.

Here’s my second request! I hope enjoy

(also shoutout to @masochisticlion for helpin ya gurl edit and coming up with the title im useless w/o you abigail)

Request: EmbryxReader where the reader is his imprint but she already has a boyfriend

The sound of the floor creaking under my heavy steps made an echo through the hall as I attempted to sneak my way through the dark house; my head snapping back towards my mother’s bedroom in fear that she had heard me. I held my breath, waiting for her to emerge from her room, pissed off at how late I was coming home; again. I stood there frozen for what felt like hours, but was really less than thirty seconds, before releasing my breath and tip-toeing to my room. I fell face first onto the bed I outgrew last fall after the transformation, turning to my alarm clock and seeing it was just past three in the morning. I groaned and planted my face into the pillow, falling asleep instantly.

The blaring of my alarm jolted me from another night of dreamless sleep. I reached up to hit the snooze button, still too tired from last nights patrol to get out of bed just yet. I rolled onto my side, cocooning into the comforter, considering just skipping school for the day. It was Friday, anyways, and what's one day? My eyelids began to droop and I was almost back asleep when my door slammed open and I sat up in shock.

My mother stood in the doorway, looking like she was about to erupt. She was already dressed and ready for work; her arms were crossed and her jaw was clenched. Her charcoal eyes burned into my own and she didn't even have to say anything as I made my way out of bed and to the bathroom to shower and get ready. She waited outside the door as I got dressed and stood by the table as I ate some dry wheat toast and old coffee. She still didn't say anything as she pointed to her old, beat up hatchback in the driveway and grabbed my book bag, making her way out the door. I followed her in silence, too scared to say anything.

She didn't say anything the entire drive, up until we were stuck in the drop off line, where she tore me a new one about staying out late with my friends and getting into trouble.

“…just don't make the same mistakes I did, that's all—“

“Whoa, wait,” I interrupted her, confused and honestly, a little pissed. “What mistakes?”

I didn’t mean for it to come out as harshly as it did when I saw her flinch slightly out of the corner of my eye. Her cheeks flared up and she opened her mouth to speak again, but then closed it, then opened, then closed; like a fish. I was growing impatient waiting for her answer while she fished around her brain to find a way out of her little flub. Before she could respond though, we had pulled up to the front of the line, and she audibly sighed in relief.

“Have a good day at school, Em.” She leaned over and kissed the side of my head before ruffling my hair and grabbing my book bag out of the back seat.

I forced a smile. “You too, mom. Love ya.”

I got out of the cramped car and stretched my legs, making my way through the sea of copper skin and jet black hair. I could feel their stares as I made my way to the old building and it made my cheeks heat up. It had been more than a year since my growth spurt but they still looked at me like I had grown a second head. Not to mention that rumors of the pack taking steroids still plagued the reservation, much to Sam’s annoyance.

Muscle memory took over as I opened my locker and tossed my back pack in, grabbing a notebook and a pencil, before slamming it shut. I turned around to see Jake and Quil barreling down the hall towards me while the other teenagers scrambled to get out of their way. I chuckled at what the other kids probably thought we did; starting fights, drug use, fu—

“Em, did you do the algebra homework last night?” Quil asked as I fell in step beside him as we made our way to home room.

My face paled a I turned to face him. “We had algebra homework?”

His mouth fell open and he started at me blankly. “Dude.”

My head fell back and I groaned. “What the fuuuuuuck. I was out patrolling ‘til three this morning.”

Jake slapped my back as some sort of sympathetic gesture as we entered the classroom. Our classmates idle chitchat growing quieter as we sat down. The irony in their fear of us was almost hilarious since we were the ones who protected them from constant threat of leeches. I'd look at them and remember what my life was like as a normal teenager who wasn't always grounded for sneaking out late and coming home in the early hours of the morning. My heart ached thinking about a normal life, but knowing that they could all live happy human lives because I helped keep the vampires at bay lifted my spirits.

“So, can I copy that homework or what?” I asked, eyeing Quil from across the table.

He rolled his eyes and fished it from his folder, sliding it across the table to me.

My body felt heavy as I rolled out of bed. I looked at the clock on my bedside table and it read1:34PM. I stretched, feeling stiff and groggy. I had to patrol late again last night because Jared had to resolve a fight he and Kim had gotten into after school yesterday. I rolled my eyes thinking about it, but still felt a twinge of jealousy. Jared had imprinted almost immediately after returning to school after his phase. Paul had imprinted on Rachel. Sam and Emily. Quil and Claire. Jake and Renesmee. I fell back on my pillow and tried to force the feelings away. I was still young and had plenty of time to get my life together before I found my soulmate.

I sighed and pushed the covers off the bed, making my way to the kitchen. I was starving after having to patrol two doubles in a row. I searched the cabinets and fridge but all I could salvage was a stale bagel and a bowl of Raisin Bran. My mom had left last night after dinner and still wasn't home yet. My mind wandered as to where she went but I pushed the thoughts away. I really didn’t want to know. All that mattered was that she was safe wherever she went.

I put on a pair of cutoffs and an old tee shirt and made my way to Emily and Sam’s. They would definitely have some food. It was brisk out, but my unnaturally high body temperature shielded me from the early winter conditions. Luckily, it was just overcast and it hadn't begun to rain yet. Not like that would affect me either; my wolf form kept me from getting sick ad helped me to heal quickly. Basically, I was virtually indestructible.

The small cottage was in my sights and I could already smell an assortment of different baked goods coming from inside. My mouth watered and I broke into a jog.

I burst through the door and ran to the kitchen. Half the pack was already there, devouring the freshly made pastries. I fought Collin over a chocolate chip muffin, pushing him to the ground in triumph, and heading to the couch. I plopped down, kicking my feet up onto the abused coffee table, pulling the paper off the bottom and eating it in two bites. I was still hungry, but didn’t want to try my luck against anyone else. There'd be more food later, anyways.

Quil sat down next to me, handing me another muffin. I nodded at him in thanks as he shoved a whole donut in his mouth, getting crumbs all over himself and the couch. I rolled my eyes at his habits and bit into the pastry. I instantly spit it out and a coughed, throwing the sad excuse for a baked good at Quil.

“Dude, poppy seed? Seriously?!” He snickered as I pushed myself from the couch and walked to the kitchen to get some water to wash the taste from my mouth.

Emily caught my arm as I was reaching for a glass and I turned and gave her a questioning look.

She smiled up at me and I couldn’t help but smile back. “Embry, do you think you could run to the store for me?”

I groaned as I filled the cup with water from the tap. “Like, literally run there or—“

She shook her head and held up a pair of keys. “No, no, no! You can take Sam’s truck!”

I pondered her request; I didn’t really feel up to it after having to pull two doubles in a row, but on the other hand, Emily did take care of us without complaining.

“I'll make a batch of chocolate chip muffins just for you!”

And there was the leverage. I sighed, grabbing the keys from her tiny hand, and held out my palm for her list. She placed the folded paper gingerly in my hand. I opened it up and it fell almost a foot down. My eyes bugged and I looked from the list to her, smiling sweetly as she dug through her purse for some cash.

“Thank you so much, Embry! It really does mean a lot to me.” She cried, giving me a side hug.

My shoulders slumped as I made my way through the house and out to Sam’s old F150. The engine roared to life and I made my way to the closest grocery store which was almost 20 miles away. I drummed my fingers against the wheel to the alternative rock song that played on the radio; musing about how I would've already been there if I had just ran in the first place.

As I came up on the Forks/La Push border, I noticed a car with its hazards flashing. It had begun to drizzle at some point on the 15 minute drive, and there was a person sitting on the bumper getting drenched. My heart strings began tugging in sympathy and I groaned as I pulled over. I threw on the emergencies and hopped out and made my way over the sedan.

“Hey,” I called out to the person sitting in the rain, and their head snapped up. We made eye contact, and that's when I felt the whammy. My head was spinning, but also could only focus on one thing; them. My mouth went dry and my heart fell to the ground as I realized what was happening. “Shit.”

“What?!” They yelled to me over the downpour that had started sometime in the five seconds since I had gotten out of the truck.

“Uh, um, I saw your hazards and was seeing if you needed any help.” I told them as I walked closer. My body craved to be as close as humanly possible, but my mind knew that I would come off as a psychopath, so I tried—seriously, tried—to keep my distance. They were shivering from the rain and I wanted to wrap them in a blanket like a burrito and carry them home and just keep them close and warm and protected. I ran my hands over my face in frustration at this situation, as the rain began to somehow come down even harder.

“Oh.” They shifted awkwardly on the bumper, looking away to the empty road. “Er, uh, well, my boyfriend is actually on his way to pick me up with a tow, so…”

I felt my face fall and tried to recover. Boyfriend. They had a boyfriend. Of course they did. I tried to thinking logically. I'm supposed to be whatever my imprint needs. Whether it be a friend, a lover, or a protecter. And they obviously needed a protector right now.

“Well, I'll wait with you until he gets here, if you want. It's pretty dangerous out here.” I tried to comply with the situation at hand, even though I could feel my heart breaking with every uncomfortable shift they made. “I could even take a look at your car if you want. I know a thing or two.”

They glanced around uncomfortably and sighed. “I mean, I guess. You're not, like, a murderer, right?”

I snorted. “Definitely not. So what's wrong with it?”

“It just…won't start?” It came out as a question and I couldn’t help but laugh again.

“Lemme take a look.” I said walking closer and they hopped off the bumper and opened the door.

They put the key in the ignition an tried to turn it, but all that came out was a loud gurgle. I asked them to pop the hood, and they did so. I took a closer look and nodded to myself.

I shut the hood and turned to see them nervously biting their nail. The rain had lightened up a little bit and I could see their hair sticking to their face, their eyebrows knitted together, and staring of into the distance deep in thought. I smiled to myself, wondering what they were thinking. What did they think of me? Did they like me?

Oh. Boyfriend. Right.

I attempted to push the imprint from my mind. “So, it looks like its just your battery. If you want, your boyfriend can bring it by my place and I can take a better look and fix it for the cheap. A mechanic will milk you for all you have, when it's really a cheap, easy fix.”

They turned to me, confusion painted over their features. I searched their eyes for something—anything—but I couldn’t tell what they were thinking. They just stared at me blankly. I dug my toe into the ground waiting for some kind of response, but they just stayed silent; and the silence was heavy.

They cleared their throat. “He has a guy, but thanks, uh…”

“Embry.” I smiled even though I felt like I was spiraling into the seventh sector of Hell.

“Thanks, Embry.” They held out their hand, and my own engulfed it. Touching them felt like a million volts of electricity flowing through my veins, and I never wanted to let go.

As soon as it had happened, they let go. “I’m Y/N, by the way—oh. Here he comes now. Better late than never, I guess.” They chuckled lightly under their breath as they stepped away from me and waved down a pair of headlights.

The tow truck pulled up and I got back in Sam’s truck. I sat there for a minute while they loaded the car onto the trailer. I felt like a million bees had made a home in my chest as I watched them pull off their soaked parka and exchange it for a dry one their boyfriend had brought. I then felt the bees die inside me as I saw him take their face in his hands and give them a gentle kiss on their forehead. The smile that illuminated from them made my heart somehow soar and deflate at the same time.

They began to climb in the truck, but turned back to give me one last look as I sat in the cab. They waved and gave me a small smile, and my heart burst. I felt a wide range of emotions as the tow pulled away and I made my way back onto the road; the most prominent was the gaping hole of incompleteness I felt in my chest.

#embry #embry call #embryxreader #twilight #twilight saga #requested #embry call imagine #twilight imagine #wolf pack #black pack #the love of everyones lives #helpless cinnamon roll child #someone save him

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thirstyfortom · 8 years ago

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RFA + Saeran finding MC wearing their clothes/underwear (NSFW)

These two anons suggested something similar, so I combined these. And... two NSFW requests on a row, gurl... the sin is real!

Hope you like this

Zen

He only sees your upper half since you’re behind the balcony

Awww, you’re wearing one of the white tank tops he usually wears to work out, how cute! But… where is your bra?

“Good morning, Zenny! Slept well?” “I always do when you are in my arms, princess…” this man just woke up and it’s already being that smooth? Jesus…

You giggle and blush. “You’re so cute when you blush, babe.” “Cute? I’m as red as your boxers, Zenny!” now he’s blushing, do you remember the color of his boxers from last night?

But wait! He’s not wearing red boxers and… LORD GIVE HIM STRENGHT! You move from behind the balcony to put the breakfast on the table and he sees… YOU are wearing his red boxers!

“B-babe?” “Yes?” you answer without looking at him, focusing on setting the table. “Wh-why are you wearing my underwear?” “Oh? I’m sorry, I just picked the first time I found in the closet, on that note, can I have my own drawer? It’s kinda messy in your closet with our clothes all mixed…” dressed like that, you can have anything you want from him!

“B-but babe…” “Oh, I’m sorry! I should’ve asked you, right?” you pout. OH MY GOD! It’s 8 am, MC! Too early to unleash the beast!

You know this look, you always know when he’s fighting internally with the beast. “I’m sorry, Zen. I’ll change right now!” you smile and pass right beside him, heading to the bedroom, he grabs your wrist and pulls you for a deep kiss

He pins you against the wall without breaking the kiss, his hands already looking for the bra… oh yeah, no bra… well, better for him.

“How come my own clothes look better on you?” he asks while his hands play with the tank top hem. “Why are we still talking about clothes and not taking them off?”

“Oh babe, you’re so bold…” his lips attack yours, the tank top is so baggy he manages to take it off of you just sliding the straps from your shoulders.

His mouth travels to your breasts quickly, giving you some nips. Oh… you know that fight with the beast from before? Yeah, he lost…

Not that you’re complaining.

Yoosung

He wakes up super down to some cuddling, but... you’re already up? Too bad…

He blushes noticing the pool of clothes from last night still on the floor. He should pick them, but… he looks at them and can only remember what you two did.

“Good morning!” you greet him, he doesn’t answer. He’s frozen to the image of you cooking wearing his blue t-shirt.

You look beautiful in every color, but you in blue is so mesmerizing… he’s just worried if this tee isn’t dirty or smelly. Just imagine how embarrassing it would be and… HOLY SHIT!

You go to him, he notices your bare legs and his dark blue boxers as your pajama bottoms. “Yoosung, are you okay?” OF COURSE HE’S NOT!

“MC, is… is… this… my… my, un-underwear?” “Hum? Oh, yes, it is. I’m sorry, it was dark and I took the first thing I found in the closet.” “Why… Why didn’t you turn the lights on?” “I didn’t want to wake you up, you looked so tired…” of course, YOU let him that tired, ahem.

“Are you mad? I’m sorry…” “N-No! I’m not mad! How could I be mad? You look so hot and I… cute! I meant ‘cute’!” he’s trying so hard not to stare, you giggle and cup his cheeks, forcing to look at you while you give him a little peck.

But he wants more, so he holds you when you try to back away. His hands circle your waist, bringing you closer as his tongue shyly meets yours in your mouth.

You sigh in satisfaction, and boy is not that shy anymore with his tongue as one hand of his moves to the back of your head, his fingers tangling to your hair.

“You look so good in blue…” he says, pulling you away a little to admire you one more time. “Guess I should wear blue more often if that’s how you’re gonna react.” You play with his hair and smile, oh… he really thought he was the one in control of this?

“MC… do you… do you mind taking this to the bedroom?” the way you wrap your arms around his neck and kisses him can only mean ‘no’.

But he would still like to have the upper hand this time, so his hands move to your ass, giving it a little squeeze before going down the back thighs, making you raise your legs and wrap them around his waist.

He carries you to the bedroom. Well, guess that pile of clothes on that floor will gain a few more pieces…

Jaehee

She wakes up and smells the fresh coffee. Oh… what a nice surprise drinking your coffee that early in the morning.

You’re wearing a long-sleeve button shirt, judging from all the room in the bust are, it can only be her shirt.

She doesn’t mind, you two have this habit of sharing clothes, even though yours usually feel really tight in her chest since your boobs are fairly smaller.

But sharing panties? That’s new! She knows it’s hers because usually you wear thongs while she likes the bikini type more.

This arouses her more as she would care to admit. You making coffee while looking that cute it’s too good for this hour in the morning…

“Earth to Jaehee!” you tease her waving your hand in front of her face. “Why are you spacing out like this?”

“Don’t ask as if you don’t know. Did you finally surrender to the bikini’s comfort?” “I guess, though thongs are cuter, don’t you agree?”on you? Yes, definitely.

“Anyway, your clothes are comfortable and smell like you,that’s why I put it, I hope that’s not a problem…” How would this be a problem? You can’t say cute things like that looking so sexy! It’ almost a crime!

“The only problem here is that you look so beautiful I feel I won’t be able to get my hands off of you.” Oh wow… so bold in the morning, miss Jaehee… “Hmm, I don’t see the problem here…”

“Good.” She says bringing you closer, you’re so surprised by her sudden boldness you almost don’t know what to do with your hands, you start holding her forearms, then wrapping around her neck, but holding her by the waist feels more comfortable.

One of her hand is in your cheek, moving your head as she wants, the other one is already undoing the buttons of the shirt. “You’re not wearing a bra, are you?”

You nod negatively with a wicked smile, that’s her cue to slide the shirt off of you and plant hungry kisses to your neck as you moan.

That delicious coffee you made would have to wait a little… okay, maybe a lot.

Jumin

He got a little sad you weren’t beside him in the bed.

But as soon as he saw your back in the kitchen, that little sadness faded away completely. Of course he doesn’t need you cooking since he can always call the chef, but seeing you like this make him feel so special and loved…

And then he couldn’t help but smirk in curiosity realizing you were wearing his striped shirt from last night.

“May I ask why you keep stealing my clothes when you have the most comfortable and beautiful sleepwear in your closet?” you yelp in scare, just noticing him standing by the table looking at you with his arms crossed.

“They’re so fancy I’m afraid of ruining them. Plus, this smells nicer.” Cute… unbelievably cute! He heard about people being grumpy in the morning, but you’re just… cute.

He was about to say you won this one, then you bend down to take something out of the oven and he notices grey boxers showing up…

“MC?” “Yes, Jumin?” your eyes are still focused on the oven. “Why are you wearing my underwear?”

“Hum? Oh… don’t get me wrong, I really like those Victoria Secret’s ones, but this is so comfortable! Why is man’s underwear so much more comfortable? Ugh, it isn’t fair!” he narrows his eyes at you.

“You know what is really unfair? You provoking me this early in the morning before I have to leave for work.” He comes closer, his eyes locked to yours as a predator corning its prey.

“Provoking you? Me? Ah, come on, Jumin, it’s just und… mmm.” He interrupts you with a kiss, his tongue desperate trying to invade your mouth while his hands move to under the shirt, making you shiver.

You’re not feeling like having him in charge so much, so you break the kiss and start kissing his neck, he plays along and starts undoing his pajama so your tongue can roll down.

And it keeps rolling down his neck, reaching his chest, his abs… you tug his pajama trousers and smile playfully as find he’s wearing grey boxers too. “We’re matching!”

It’s still weird letting you in charge and he definitely needs to teach you a lesson for stealing his clothes but right now… all he can focus is in your mouth.

Saeyoung

He is a light sleep, so when he hears some noises coming from that kitchen, he immediately wakes up.

Then he finds you wearing his hoodie and… nothing else? Ohoho, what a view in the morning, am I right?

“Good morning!” you notice him behind you and smile, he hugs you from behind and buries his face in your hair. “Yes, it’s a great morning!”

He presses his body against yours and feels there are some panties down there. Well, not as if this was less hot, anyway.

“Someone is in a good mood, usually I have to drag you out of the bed, your lazy bum!”

“Well, now you should be careful I don’t drag you back there.” He tries to tickle your sides, but you shoo him away. “No! We have to eat something beside HBC at least in the morning, you know?” he pouts, but you ignore him, focusing again on whatever you’re cooking.

And he knows you’re right, so he sits and just watches you. And he was really willing to leave you alone, but when you raise your arms to reach something in a higher shelf, revealing his kitten pattern boxers, he’s gone!

“MC?” “What now, Saeyoung?” you glare at him, only to find his eyes roaming to your body. “You know stealing my hoodie is one thing, but stealing my underwear is something I can’t let you get away, right?”

“So what? You’re always stealing my bras and I never say anything!” “But I do to be funny because I know I look pathetic, you can’t steal my boxers and look that hot!” “Well, I’m sorry I look so hot, are you happy?

He knows you’re not actually mad, you’re just teasing him. “Oh, you’re sorry? I see… but I don’t think I can’t forgive you just like this” he’s behind you again, now using his arms to lock you and corner you against the balcony.

“What do you want me to do, then?” “First, give me back my hoodie…” he unzips the hoodie, making you shiver. “But then… then I’ll have nothing on…”

“That’s the idea.” He takes it off of you and tugs your hair behind your ear, letting your neck and shoulder completely available to his nips and bites while one hand slips to inside the kitten pattern boxers.

Well, he warned you about dragging you back to bed, didn’t he?

Saeran

It took him a while to get used to sharing the bed, but now he got used to it, he hates waking up without you beside him

Then he finds you in the kitchen making breakfast… okay, you’re forgiven this time.

But he can’t forgive you for wearing one of his sweaters and… one of his black boxers? WHAT THE FUCK?

“Hey! Who told you could steal my clothes like that?” “Good morning to you too, Saeran!” you smile sweetly, ignoring his glare.

“Don’t mock me! And what’s with you wearing my boxers, you pervert?” “Don’t think too highly of yourself, it was just the first thing I found in the closet.”

“Ugh… you’re impossible! What would you do if I stole one of your panties?” your eyes gleam “Would you really? I would recommend a pink one, you would look so cute!”, he blushes, you’re obviously not taking him seriously… or maybe you are a pervert after all.

Either way, he’s not pleased. He doesn’t like this invasion of his personal space, like, the most personal space he could have.

So he corners you against the balcony, and having you this close wearing his sweater and boxers, nothing else… he’s almost forgetting why he was mad.

“You’re tempting me, aren’t you?” “Ugh, not everything is about you…” you look so cute when you get mad like this… he grins.

“But okay, since you don’t like it, I’ll take it off!” YES! Oh… no, you mean change, right? “Well, allow me to take it off for you.”

He hooks his thumbs on the waistband of the boxers, you look down in anticipation, then look back at his face, reaching his mouth for a deep kiss.

He takes this as a chance to grind on you , his hand slowly pulling the boxers down your thighs as he moves his mouth to your neck, biting and letting a few hickeys.

Now he definitely forgot what he was mad about before.

#mystic messenger headcanon #mystic messenger #mystic messenger zen #hyun ryu #yoosung kim #jaehee kang #jumin han #saeyoung choi #saeran choi

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kittymiauuniverse · 7 years ago

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Ocean City - The Best Night of My Life

This is gonna take a while. So I was just in Ocean City, New Jersey from Sunday to Friday, and I had the absolute time of my life. After nearly a 10 hour drive, we finally arrived in the late evening of Sunday. My family and I pretty much just unpacked that night and we did go down to the boardwalk, our hotel was less than a block away, but for the most part we just looked around and were too tired to do much. I've got 2 brothers and I didn't know anyone there, so I kinda felt like a weenie, walking around with my parents and such, I could've walked around alone but that would've gotten very boring very fast. Luckily, sometime around midday Monday my mom asked me how I'd feel if one of my friends and her family came down and met up with us in O. C., her step dad couldn't get off work but her mom did, and with a lack of plans, meeting up with us was totally an option. So after driving 10 hours thru the night as well, they got there early Wednesday morning. LEMME TELL YOU I COULDN'T HAVE EVER IMAGINED HOW AMAZING IT COULD'VE BEEN WITH MY GURL ALEXIS WITH ME. Of course, they had to get oriented to everything here, but having the whole day to get used to it, it was good by night. We went to the beach with them and built a pretty sweet sandcastle. Later that night we went to the boardwalk but again, just kinda walked around and didn't get too into things. We did go mini-golfing though, and that was fun. Thursday night, we had finally gotten together the confidence, Alexis and I, to hit the town ~alone~. We didn't exactly plan on spending a ton of money, so we didn't have to worry about going back to our parents with puppy eyes, begging for a few extra bucks. The first thing we did was go to a coffee shop where I got some coffee and Alexis got hot chocolate. We left after sundown, and with the ocean breeze it was chilly, we later got pizza too, it all warmed us up nicely. I was interested in meeting people, preferably for a one night fling, considering it was our last night there, but by midnight and having met no one, I had accepted the fact that although it was really my only goal in coming here, it had not happened. So Alexis and I walked up the boardwalk one last time, looking at the few places that were still open, and we came across and ice cream place. We both got chocolate-vanilla swirl in a waffle cone. And wandered back towards our hotel. I just didn't want to go back, maybe I had accepted they fate of not meeting anyone, but this night just had something about it that I could not and would not walk away from. We got to our hotel, but I suggested we sit outside on the benches to finish off our ice cream. By this time it was about quarter after 12, and we just kinda talked about what it was like here, and a guy was walking towards the boardwalk. Ocean City being a dry place (no alcohol), meant there weren't any drunkards causing a ruckus, nor were there really and creepy people at all. The guys looked to be early twenties, late teens at the youngest, it was dark with simply a blinking hotel light and dim street lamps. As he breezily walked past, he asked how we were doing, we responded with something along the lines of "just fine, thanks, how are you?" And we responded with something similar to our statement. He took a few more steps and turned back around on a dime. He introduced himself as "Christian, well my name's not Christian, I AM a Cristian, my name's John Michael." And thus begun one of the most intimate and soul touching conversations I've ever had. With Alexis and I being Catholic, we strongly related to everything John was saying. He described his journey to an extremely strong faith from just last summer, and I nearly cried when he prayed with us. we talked for about a half hour, praying lots and having excellent talks of faith and spirituality. He wasn't like the kind of preacher person who won't listen to you, I've known a few of those who try to teach me my own faith, but this guy, he just gave you the confidence that God IS with you, and that you can always call out to him. It was incredibly powerful to be there with that guy, at 12:30 am sitting outside a hotel. He was so kind, so giving, so positive, I really wished we could've talked to him again. As we said our good-byes and shared a hug or two, we went our separate as we waltzed into the hotel, light as air, but heavy as bricks having to end the night. We greeted the woman at the front desk, a kind old lady who asked no questions. As we got into the elevator, I just let the door close and didn't hit any of the buttons to go up, which of course Alexis questioned, but I just said I wasn't ready to go back and that I need to process what on earth just happened. Alexis slid down to the ground and agreed. Eventually I hit the button for the 9th floor, our floor, the top floor. I mentioned to Alexis that I regretted not asking for his number, and she agreed again. I'm not positive what exactly transpired in that hotel elevator in those few seconds, but what I recall is that Alexis said "should we go back?" Without missing a beat, I said yes, punched the button for floor number 5, the nearest floor, and we came flying out of those doors faster than I knew we could, we scrambled around trying to find the stairs without waking up any guests, and we eventually found them. We crashed down those stairs, knowing time was precious and we were losing it. We caught our breath and walked through to lobby, giving the front desks lady some relief by telling her I had forgotten something outside. As soon as we got out the doors, the engines came roaring back in our legs as we sprinted to the boardwalk. I thought he went one way, I don't recall if Alexis disagreed or if we were just looking at the addresses, but we went the opposite was in which I thought he was going. Feeling defeated after getting to the end of the walk, we started back towards the hotel, our heads hung in shame. There were a few people out, mostly older couples, but there were a group of 3 guys who had tried to talk to us I suppose earlier in the night. I thought it was them, but again, darkness covered their identity. As we passed them, they used the same line they had earlier and I knew it was them. Alexis got made and told them to fight her, and I got scared cause in our hometown people get killed for those kind of words exchanged, but they just yelled back petty responses ("you got no ass in them jeans" "glasses wearin' something"). I was still scared out of my mind tho, but then 2 other guys came walking past us and were yelling at them to chill. They asked if we were ok and I said yeah just a little spooked. But then we saw other people down the other way of the boardwalk and decided we better at least try to see if any of them are him than not. So we ran and ran down and again, found mostly couples. This time, TRULY defeated, we started out walk of shame back to the hotel. Now we get to the good part. As we were waking, we re-passed some of the same people, but we just smiled at them, they probably thought we were nuts, as none of them really smiled back. As we were walking, some guy, looking relatively attractive, rode past on a bike and I yelled hey to him, I have no idea why, it was completely impulse, it should've made me even more nervous, him being attractive in the low lighting too. But I guess I just wanted to see if he was hostile or anything, but he was friendly enough to say hi back. I can't remember if he rode past us once or twice, I think just once before he came back riding right next to Alexis. We had a nice bit of small talk, him explaining he thought it'd have been creepy had he continued riding past us after saying hi without talking to us. We eventually stopped right at the corner where we would've turned to go back to our hotel, but we just kept talking to him. He told us he was 16 and was renting a house pretty close to the shore with some friends, and continued saying most of them are 19, as well as his brother. He told us about his interest in trucks and how he wants to get one when he turns 17 and starts driving. We checked out his bike, which wasn't really his, but tried to figure the many features it had. By this time it was about ten til 2 (am), and we started talking about Wawa, which I really wanted to go to, but hadn't had the chance to. He totally was like you have to go, and I said we should go right now. Alexis started getting a little nervous at this point, concerned as to what our parents would think of us being out this late. I asked OH I FORGOT TO SAY HIS NAME WAS MATT so I asked Matt how long it'd take to get to the nearest Wawa and he said on bike, one minute, walking, he wasn't sure. I said screw it, texted my mom we'd be no longer than 10 minutes, and we headed off to Wawa. On our way there, Alexis and I tried to think of what we'd tell our parents. We DEFINITELY couldn't let them know we left the boardwalk and went to a Wawa, so we got that far, THEN I REALIZED THIS WAS THE IDEAL TIME TO PUT MY MOVES ON HIM. So I said "well, I'll just tell my mom we met this super cute guy..." and of course Matt was all like "oh really?? Cute??" And it was so perfect. We got to the Wawa and this Matt character was REALLY cute in better lighting. He followed me around, smiling at my fascination of just a regular convenience store he goes to "at least 4 times a week". We left without getting anything, and on our way back I said something about how I thought he looked to be about 21-22 years old, to which he laughed at saying just yesterday he looked 12, cause he had just gotten his braces off that day. I wanted to say something to him about his teeth cause they looked so perfect and that explained it. It was amazing, but then Alexis' and my mom came out from the hotel and we thought all hell would break loose. Not so much. Matt said he'd go introduce himself and IT WAS SO SMOOTH i even asked if he talked to parents a lot it went so well (out moms went back inside and told us to say our goodbyes). So we had to say goodbye and we hugged and HE SMELLED SO GOOD. I was so sad we had to leave but at least we had his number, we weren't so foolish this time, and off he rode into the night. Both of our moms accused me of kissing him WHICH I WISH I HAD, I bet I could've, but I didn't. So I guess I did meet someone, and maybe we wouldn't have met Matt had we found John, it all kinda worked out. I was on the verge of tears as we left the heavenly place, and now here I am, ready to cry again, I hate my town, I want to get out, not to get all Brucey on ya but I've never missed a vacation so much. I want to go back so bad. By the way, could it have been possible for me to fall in love in one night? @divine-wolf-rose luv ya

#sorry this was so long #i needed to tell someone #Matt was SO FRICKIN CUTE #i'm never getting over this #I'm never getting over him #he was so polite too #I'll never find a guy like that in Lima #im in love

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imsarabum · 8 years ago

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Responses to {Part 27} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU Asks~

Please ‘Keep Reading’ to find my response to your ask ^^ As always, I have copied and pasted all asks into this post in regards to last night’s chapter to avoid clogging up people’s dashboards and to avoid spoilers for those who may still wish to read the chapter. Thank you ^^

(I have also included asks that I received before this IWSY chapter was posted ^^)

P.S I’M SORRY THIS POST IS LATE I AM IN LONDON RIGHT NOW ON EASTER BREAK U-U

Anonymous said: IWSY is the first fanfic I've been reading for so long! Seriously, this is a story like a drug. I'm that type of impatient reader, so I'm curious to know how long you plan to continue this story? When will my life be over?

Thank you for reading it for this amount of time!! But I’m really sorry, I can’t answer your questions because I don’t know myself. I get people always asking me this question but I honestly don’t know xD You guys will know when I do! It probably won’t be for too much longer; we’ll just have to see!! ^^

@btsfanficss said: I'm so excited for IWSY!! Thank you for your hard work and please remember to rest properly ❤️❤️❤️

Thank you so much bby!! I will try :) but this week is so busy for me and I am currently in London *sweats* lol I hope you have a great week and that you’ll enjoy the new chapter!!

Anonymous said: i binge read I wont stop you, my emotions were all over the place AND IM STILL NOT DONE. you are such a good writer omg. i love you and your writing😚

WAAAh thank you for binge reading it lol! thank you so much you’re so sweet and I love you too deary!! :D

Anonymous said: Girl, I'M READY *DRAMTICALLY GRABS TISSUES* Ps: i read a lot of filipino readers here. Hello guys *waves* -fanfrmph

GRAB THE TISSUES AND HOLD ON TO YOUR BUTTS! hehe~ Actually I’ve always been interested to know where the majority of people who red my fanfiction live. I wish there was a way I could know without exposing people’s identities hehe~ I hope you’ll enjoy the update tonight love!

@mocking-butts said: It's Tuesday oh god oh god I'm not ready I'm going to sob mumsy what do i do it's Tuesday oh my goodness I'm going to die I'm not ready for this help meeee i hope im not going to die and sob my eyes out even though I will oh god.

aHHHHHH I hope you’ll like it my love please don’t cry!! :c

Anonymous said: heyyy, i just wanted to ask when is the new chapter coming? I rly enjoy reading the fanfic and the storyline is great, can't wait to see how will it develop in the future 🌌💟💟

I upload new chapters of IWSY every Tuesday evening between 9pm and 10pm UK Time (this is written at the beginning of every chapter^^) thank you so much for enjoying the story my love!!

@deangetoutofmyspleen said: ITS TUESDAY

IT IS TUESDAY

Anonymous said: I'm actually fucking sobbing at this point

Me everyday tbh

@im-that-chesire-jax said: OH MY GOD THAT WAS SO GOOD. and I kept having theories about her changing and Yoongi being her master and I kept thinking "she's a domitor, she's special so what if she can't have a master?" AND IM SO HYPE AND EXCITED THAT I FINALLY PREDICTED SOMETHING. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR WRITING I WILL CONTINUE TO SUPPORT YOU FOR AS LONG AS YOU CONTINUE WRITING

AGHGVGJBWKG THANK YOU SO MUCH I WAS SO NERVOUS ABOUT POSTING THIS CHAPTER SO IM SO HAPPY THAT YOU LIKED IT THANK YOU DKHSBDGKJSNGJSEG I love you :3

Anonymous said: Hahahaha even tho Yoongi's the loml, i hope he gets the fucking revenge he deserves and y/n ruins him and his existence

We will see what happens!! Thank you so much for reading :D

Anonymous said: OOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUOH MY GAIIIIIII💔

*Jungkook voice* ohmygod!

Anonymous said: I know she's not actually bound to him, but my heart still aches for Jungkook and Taehyung because as far as they're aware, they've both lost the person the love and a person they care about. I'm happy Namjoon is feeling now, and as hopeless as it might be, in genuinely happy the there's still /something/ between Tae and Yoongi.

Yes - because they have no idea what she has just experienced! :( And of course, Yoongi may not be *good* like the other characters in the story, but he still has some empathy and love inside of him, or so it seems! Thank you so much for reading the chapter dear :)

@chimkookie said: GURL I'M ACTUAL DYING CHAPTER 27 OF I WON'T STOP YOU WAS THE SHIT OMG I'M DYING! ASDFGHJKL I'M CRYING SDFGHJKL ASDFGHJKL ASDFGHJKL!

AGHHHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH MY LOVE I’M SO HAPPY YOU LIKED IT!!

Anonymous said: OH MAN SHE'S GONNA DO THE "SURPRISE I FOLLOWED YOU AROUND LIKE A HELPLESS PUPPY WHEN ACTUALLY I'M THE MOST POWERFUL THING ON THIS EARTH SO DIE NOW PLEASE" ON HIM

GASP LET’S SEE!!! :3

@xokookiebts said: OH MY GOD IM PULLING MY HAIR OUT AT THE CLIFFHANGER FOR PART 27. I JUST WANT HER TO WHOOP HIS ASS REAL QUICK BUT NOT KILL HIM. LIKE MAKE HIM REALIZE WHO'S THE MASTER DJDJJS. OH MY GOD I CAN'T WAIT ANOTHER WEEK FOR THE NEXT PART. IM GONNA COMBUST.

Pls no hair pulling that sounds painful! :c AND PLEASE DO NOT COMBUST THAT WOULD MAKE ME REALLY SAD BUT THANK YOU FOR READING IT BABE :3

Anonymous said:THE NEW CHAPTER I AM SCREAMING THIS JUST TOOK A DIFFERENT TURN AND I LOVE IT

I HOPE YOU LIKED THE NEW TURN I WAS SO NERVOUS TO POST IT THANK YOU SO MUCH AGHHH

@sundaymorningblues14 said: Wow. I am speechless, that was beautifully written. You truly have a gift! I absolutely loved the way you described the spirit (is that the right term?). I can't wait to see what the protagonist is going to do next! Thank you darling xx

Thank you so much beautiful ^^ I’m so so happy you loved how the sine nomine was described! You can refer to them however you wish - a spirit, a god, a power; whatever feels right to you! You’re so welcome and thank you very much for reading it *hug*

@shineeshawol204 said: I. Am. ScReAmInG!¡!¡ FUCK UGH I CANT THAT WAS SO GOOD AND JUST UGH HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO WAIT ANOTHER WEEK?! YOU HURT ME YOU KNOW THAT SARA?!

*screams with you* THANK YOU SO MUCH BABE! I didn’t mean tto hurt you though I am sorry :(

Anonymous said: Omg... THE FEEEEELLLLSSS MAN. How could u do this to me... I don't know what I'm feeling right now... I feel, almost... lost? You are an incredibly amazing writer and I feel blessed to be able to have read that and felt the way I did. Please continue on to make my, and many other people's lives happy with what you are writing xxx luv uuuuuu ☺️❤️

Don’t be lost - I’ll find you! *cheesy* Ahhhh thank you so much you’re really too kind to me but I am so happy that you got to feel all those emotions from the story. Thank you and I love you too dear ^^

@animeimmortal said: DO YOU HEAR MY HEART? IT STOPPED LIKE HALF WAY I am still so flipping amazed at all the scenery and detailed descriptions you put in there WHAT WAS WITH THAT ENDING but then again if thats a prank that she's just saying that for the lulz then I would honestly do the same 😊 i don't know what to expect in very excited about the next chapter ❤❤❤ much love

I’LL BRING YOU BACK TO LIFE HOLD UP~~~ I’m glad you liked the scenery and the detail, I personally really enjoyed writing that part. It felt very serene and calming to write it ^^ hehe, thank you so so much for reading my love!

Anonymous said: Questions: 1)What? 2)WHYISJIMINSTILLDEADYOUTOLDMEHEWAS- 3)Am I messing with Yoongi or....? 4) Hoseok's gonna wake up and be like '...What the-' 5)Serrena's gonna come in and be like '...What in the-' 6)YAY JOONIE ISN'T DEAD 7)Why didn't I ask the gender ambiguous person if Jimin is deads?! 8)WhAt? 9)Can we be friends? 10)Do you know the Muffin Man? 11)Wow I asked a lot of questions, but you did this to yourself. 12)Some of these weren't even questions lol LAST QUESTION: WHaT? - <3 Vampnip anon

Hello Vampnip anon! My, my! You have a lot of questions...but I guess you will have to wait until the next chapter to see if I answer them in it :3 BUT I CAN SAY RIGHT NOW THAT YES LET’S BE FRIENDS BECAUSE I KNOW THE MUFFIN MAN LET’S GO EAT MUFFINS :3

Anonymous said: I've literally just been sat, staring at my wall, for the past hour. This chapter gave me feelings I ain't never had before. I'm surprised I haven't burnt holes into my wall with how intense my thinking stare is 😂😘😘

I’m rather glad that you haven’t burnt holes into your wall, that would be rather unfortunate you and the landlord to find yourselves in that predicament D: This chapter gave you feelings you never had before? Well...perhaps I am a domitor - giving you feelings? *ba dum dum chiiii* excuse me my dad jokes are lame I’m leaving GOODNIGHT THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING

Anonymous said: Idk man i want iwsy to end happy, but at the same time i want it to be angsty. KILLS ME IM EXCITED AF TO SEE HOW IT ENDS, IM READY

I wonder how it will end!!!??? :3

@mysr3 said: This Ch is OMG, took my breath away at every details- like a ray of light in darkness! Thank you so much! Cant wait to know what her motive is! Next CH is going to b on FiRE! JK at the end is pricelss! U r such a talented writer even I already said it but ill say again bc it fact! U r Awesome! Thank you for bringing such another wonderful scenario to us! I love you ❤ Plz take care of urself n Hope you have a good night/ good week n wish you all the luck in the world Love ღღღ

You’re so sweet I’m smiling like a complete idiot oh my god?? D: what did I do to deserve you, you little ray of sunshine?! hehe :3 I love you too and i also hope that you will take good care of yourself and have a great week!! :3

Anonymous said: I DONT EVEN CARE I JUST NEED CHIM CHIM TO BE ALIVE #savechimchim #praytothelord #heissocutehecantdie #immadieifsomeonedoesntsavehim

#SAVECHIMCHIM2017

Anonymous said: No...just no...how could you do that to me... and then make me wait another week to find out what happens?!?!!?!?!!?!

Because...I’m evil...but I love you...:3 *runs away*

@jynxy24 said: Forgot it was Tuesday😂😂 YOUR CHAPTER HAS SURPIRSED ME UNTIL I HAD TO PRAY TO FATHER SUGA WILLIAMS ADAM THE THIRD AND YAS I HAVE DIED FROM READING YOUR WONDERFUL CHAPTER THANK YOU SARA IT WAS FUCKING GREAT AND GOODBYE LIFE I'M DEAD😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

OMG lol FATHER SUGA WILLIAMS ADAM THE THIRD I’M ON THE FLOOR SKKLNSNEWJEHNNEH THANK YOU FOR READING AAND YOU’RE WELCOME I HOPE YOU HAVE A GREAT DAY MY LOVE

@namjoonismybias said: Oh my god IWSY was- I can't even😵 keep up the good work!😁✌️❤

Thank you so much for reading my little sugarplum!!

@semisweetsuga said: FUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKK THAT WAS SO GOOD OH MY GODDDD

KOTO YOUR AVATAR IS SO FUCKING CUTE I’M PEEING

@deangetoutofmyspleen said: my mom thought i was dying, but i was actually just reading IWSY so yEP IM CRYING AND SCREAMING I LOVE THIS SERIES IM EMOTIONAL. i need more soodkckvkgkgkkh

OMG LOL SORRY MUM xD Thank you so much and I apologise if your mum had a heartattack cos she thought you were dying lolol :3

@mocking-butts said: IM SCREAMING OH MY GOD KYFCNIGFNLFFKNVGK PLS BE NEXT WEEK

I HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT BBY!!

Anonymous said: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WHAT HAPPEN

Anonymous said: You really are an incredible writer

*blush* you’re too kind, but thank you so much. Seriously.

Anonymous said: Damn damn damn. I knew it! I knew she was gonna be turned AND PREGNANT all at the same time mmhm mmhm. Y/N bout to fuck shit up. You had me dying at "you'll never walk alone" I was like no she didn't just go there. Excited for next week whioooop

YAY YOU GOT THE YOU’LL NEVER WALK ALONE REFERENCE YAAAAAY! ehehe :3 thank you so much my love, I hope you’ll enjoy next weeks too ^^

@snoopy198712 said: Please let some of her powers be able 2 bring Jimin back 2 life & let her be the one 2 either kill Yoongi or Turn him over so the other vampire can kill please allow Namjoon 2 be good please I love this story so much I wait every Tuesday luv it

I hope she’ll be able to do all that and that everything will work out fine in the end! :( but thank you so much for reading and I’m so happy that you look forward to it each week my love :)

@ohheyitsebonyrose said: AAAHHHH OMG SNEAKY SNEAKY Y/N!! Even though it breaks my heart it's good to know it's not because he's actually her master. Another great chapter again Sara!!

Sneaky lil fox! :3 Thank you so much my love, I’m really glad you enjoyed it! ^^

Anonymous said: Yeah just take my heart u already have my feelings take it all --wifey anon 🐇 (cont.) For once I am not worried because I know YN knows exactly what she s doing Also I cannot help but think about (Y/N) x Jungkook sex like yn can feel so much things it ll take this expérience to the next level I believe --wifey anon 🐇

me: collector of souls, hearts and feelings :3 ANd yes! At least you know what her intentions are - despite the cliffhanger! And ooooooog you’re the first person to have mentioned that :3 yes!! I bet it will hehe~ thank you so so much for reading wifey anon! ^^

@deboracorrea25 said: OMG! OMG! OMG! It was fantastic! Despite the fact that you made me cry for a moment, it was still a perfect chapter. All the answers you provided, made a smile grow and widen in my face. And she becoming much more glorious and strong... I just loved it! I knew she would call him master, she's smart and I love her. Thanks for this amazing part of IWSY. Love you!!

I’m sorry for making you cry :( but thank you so much my love! and I love you too~ i’m so happy you liked it!

@doubletroublesince1994 said: I mean yeah, it's perfectly normal for me to read this at past midnight when my finals are just in 45 days and I also have an exam in physics and chemistry in 2 days (For which I'm not ready AT ALL) THE THINGS YOU DO TO ME OH SARA

Awwwww babe I’m sorry your finals are so close! :( I APOLOGISE FOR ANY PAIN I’VE CAUSED YOU PLS DON’T HATE MEEEE

Anonymous said: I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU FOR ALL THE GOOD NEWS IN IWSY I LOVE YOU MAN I LOVE YOU AND YOUR WORK PLS CARRY ON WITH WRITING 😂❤ ignore me

I love you too! You’re so so sweet thank you so much my dear ^^

Anonymous said: I FEEL SO BAD FOR JUNGKOOK LIKE HIS HEART IS PROBABLY BROKEN PLEASE LET HIM IN ON THE READER'S PLAN. Ok but seriously amazing chapter!! -Tall anon

Hopefully everything will work out in the next chapter :3 Thank you so much tall anon!

@rainbowluversunite2011 said: IWSY had me SCREAMINGG. I hate that i have to wait a week 😖 It's soooo good! It's amazing, i can't breath right oh lord. You're awesome btw. and so is your story 💜✨

You are awesome too my love! Thank you so much for reading and I’m really glad you enjoyed the update :D

Anonymous said: OMG THIS NEW CHAPTER OF IWSY HAS ME FEELING ME SOME KIND OF WAY THAT I CANNOT EXPLAIN, I'M FEELING HAPPY, ANGRY, SAD, ANXIOUS AND EXCITED ALL AT ONCE. I MEAN, SHE'S A VAMPIRE AND A DOMITOR AND IS CARRYING A BABY AND MY GOD I JUST NEED MORE, Tuesday is so close but so far at the same tim, I can barely wait!

I’m glad that this chapter could bring out all these feelings for you :3 that makes me super happy hehe! Thank you so so much my love ^^

@jungkookbangtaned said: OMG HEY NO SARA HOW CAN YOU END THE CHAPTER LIKE THIS OMG OMG AND I THOUGHT I WAS DEAD FOR REAL. AND THEN THIS. AND THEN POOR CHRIST JUNGKOOK OMG OMG WHYTT😭😭😭 *even if it may not seem, I still love you and your writing BUT JUST PLEASE NEXT TIME GIVE US SOME MERCY OH MY GOD

NOPE NO DEAD FOR REAL hehe~ I love you too but I offer no mercy :P Thank you so much for reading the update my dear I’m glad you liked it!!

@clara-licht said: *woke up* *checked watch* Oh, it's 4.30 AM.... IWSY should be updated already. *read story* .....NOW I HAVE TO WAIT ANOTHER WHOLE WEEK *tried to go back to sleep* *couldn't sleep due to excitement* Well there goes the rest of my rest XD Seriously though, the newest one left me shook. That last bit kinda excites me, what would Kook do about that? And how will Yoongs react? After all, domitors aren't tied to anyone, so that bit over there must be an act.

Oh my god I’m so sorry to hear that you couldn’t get back to sleep my dear :( But I’m glad that you enjoyed the update! And yes - how will Yoongi react D: I wonder! D: Thank you so much dear for reading :D

@fashionkilla124 said: I'm dying at the end if the new chapter cuz I know she GON BEAT HIS ASS 😂😂 YOU ALREADY KNOW ITS ABOUT TO GO DOWN NEXT WEEK IM CRYING FROM LAUGHING SO HARD SEND HELP 😂😂💀💀

SHE’S GONNA BEAT HIM UP YAY hopefully :3 thank you so much love!

@pandafish said: ooohoh!!!!! why is she calling him master though?? i hope it's just a trick. i wonder if she'll kill yoongi :O

You’ll just have to wait and see! :3

Anonymous said: Just a random question, Sara.... WHY DO YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO END ON A CLIFFHANGER?! wait, but then again, leaving off on a cliff hangers gives all of us the opportunity to come up with mostly inaccurate theories about what will happen next... hmm, okay then, no complaints. IWSY part 27? (jeez it's been so long since the beginning, I'm starting to loose track...) anyways, pt 27 was really really good! Hah! Take that, Yoongi! Your little plan didn't work! I'm looking forward to next week!- army anon

Because, dear army anon, I am a bitch ^^ hehe~ And I love reading people’s inaccurate or accurate deductions so much :3 Thank you so much for thinking that the chapter was good dear, it means so much to me ^^

Anonymous said: please bring Jimin back, please!!! (-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩___-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩) he means so much to Taehyung!

He hasn’t even died and you want him to come back! lol

Anonymous said: daaaaaaamn sara, back at it again with the cliff-hangers. 👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻 from now on i'm calling u the cliff-hanger goddess, featuring ur most notable work "i won't stop you [from cliff-hanging]" 👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻

I am satisfied with this title *smug face* :3

Anonymous said: "You will never walk alone" ahhhhhhh I'm crying for multiple reasons ... man I was waiting all week for that chapter and I'm not disappointed!!!! I'm so excited for more and I'm still on edge for next week and!! Your writing is so good!!! Thank you so much k thx bye <3

I’m so happy that you and a few other people seem to have gotten the reference that I slipped in there :3 hehe thank you so much for reading my love and I hope you enjoy the next part too! :D

@rahrah25 said: This chapter of "I Won't Stop You" was just breathtaking I'm still in awe of how wonderfully and beautifully you read this chapter this is my favorite fanfic thank you for sharing your incredible work:) ❤❤

I’m smiling so much of my goodness c: thank you my love, your words mean the world to me! Thank you even more for reading my series^^

@purrfectcupof-tae said: Omg you used the "you never walk alone" phrase in IWSY and I'm just weak 😭 i love your writing and I hope to become just as great as you 💕

I did use the never walk alone phrase :3 thank you for picking up on it!! :3 And I am sure you are already a great writer - honestly, mine is mediocre at best :D thank you for your wonderful words regardless my love ^^

Anonymous said: OOOOOH SHIT DAMN ITS THE FUCKING CLIFF HANGER AGAIN BUT ANYWAYS FUCK YAH THE CHAPTER WAS AMAZING AS ALWAYS ٩( 'ω' )و ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ

YAY THANK YOU SO MUCH SWEETIPIE ANON!

@mnmiyukiko18 said: Hun bun, I love you and your work so much... But I swear if Jimin dies in IWSY I don't know if I'll be able to forgive you.

I really hope he won’t die then! *scared face*

Anonymous said: I (an almost 20 year old) literally squeeled when I remembered it was IWSY Tuesday. And oh boy was I blessed this week. Chapter 27 was (literally, haha) an out of body experience. I am so in love with how you've developed this plot. And the sine nomine? Incredible. Unexpected. Amazing. It's clear how much thought and detail you've put into this series, and it is such a complete pleasure to read. Also, the JK stan in me is so ready for eternal power couple Y/N and Jungkook like HELL YEA. - 종달새 <3

I’m so thankful that you loved the sine nomine character - I was really hoping that it would be a nice, fresh organic arch to a vampire story! ETERNAL POWER COUPLE HELL YES LET’S GO! Thank you for always being such a sweetheart, I appreciate it more than words can describe - thank you ^^

@sinae said: I've been following along with I Won't Stop You for a while now and I am so amazed with your writing! I check every Tuesday for a new update because I am so curious as to where the story leads! This chapter was amazing as always, and I am so excited for the next one!! Thank you for sharing your writing! I hope you are doing wonderful♡ (Pls tell me Jimin is okay don't hurt me like this lol)

Ahh, thank you so much for following it for a long time ^^ Even tho it has been running for 27 weeks now! You’re welcome for the stories but thank you even more for reading them ^^ I hope you are also doing wonderfully love!!

Anonymous said: I hereby invite you to this poor army's funeral. She will be dearly missed after we found her screaming and sobbing in her room after reading the last chapter of IWSY. Please bring flowers (and Jeon Jungkook if possible)

Listen; no funerals will be had because I refuse to let you die! I 100% wish I could bring you flowers and Jeon Jungkook~ Those two things could heal ANYONE’S broken heart I think!

Anonymous said: NOOOOOO I need the next chapter right N O W :( every chapter literally keeps me at the edge of my seat.... praying that this series will never end so I can have my weekly dose of fantasy ㅠㅠ -bunnykookie96

Hello bunnykookie96!! my fellow 96liner :D I wish I could give you the next chapter right now but...I don’t even have it written yet ::( I’m sorry!! but thank you so much for reading it dear ^^

@kookieslaugh said: wait wait wait, when y/n wakes up from her ''death'' is Jungkook slowly dying?? I mean he was in a fight with Seokjin and kind of got rly beat up? bc if he's slowly dying then so aM I!!! Btw I love I won't stop so much like you have no idea how much I'm looking forward to every Tuesday ahhhhh ❤️

Ahhh no, it was more like - her calling Yoongi her ‘master’ killed Jungkook on the inside because he doesn’t know what’s really going on ^^ Thank you so much sweetkins!!

@lostheretics said: shit is gettin real im jungshooked

me as fuck

@koreaisanaddiction said: MY THEORY WAS CORRECT!!!! so good this is an amazing chapter i want more!!!

YAY YOU GUESSED CORRECTLY!! Thank you so much for thinking it was amazing :D

@killingalltheflowers said: Omg this chapter was so beautiful. I have no words to describe it.. And I feel the badassness coming in the next chapter *^* AW I' M SO EXCITED!! YOU'RE THE BEST.

*sobs* thank you so much my love!

Anonymous said: SARA MY BABE! CHAPTER 27 IS SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO GOOD THAT I AM TRULY AT A LOSS OF WORDS... SWEETCAKES YOU WRITE SOOOO DAMN WELL! ❤❤❤❤❤

I’M TRULY SO HAPPY THAT YOU ENJOYED IT!!! Thank you so much beautiful ^^

Anonymous said: IM SCREAMING SARA OH MY GODNJSDKK IM A 3RD YEAR COLLEGE STUDENT AND I MAJOR IN LIBRARY AND INFORMATION SCIENCE THE MOMENT I SEE SINE NOMINE I SCREAM youre prob aware of it but we use sine nomine [s.n] in cataloguing when theres no author mentioned in a book and sine loco [s.l] if theres no publisher stated sjsjsjsjsjs i just okay i flip my shit out im sorry anYWAY i mentioned last time i had some theory it didnt cover most of it so im still waiting for the next tHIS IS AN AWESOME UPDATE IM

Awwww yesssss! sine nomine is latin for ‘nameless’ so I wanted this powerful entity to have some kind of name. I thought that was most fitting ^^ hehe language is so amazing and how we use it, right? ^^ Thank you so much love and I hope you will be able to see if your theories are correct or not soon! :D

Anonymous said: Even tho my spring break ends this week, I can't fucking wait till next tuesday. Tuesdays are my favourite days of the week thanks to you ❤

My spring break will also end this week :( I’m still in London tho so it’s fun!! I’m so happy that Tuesdays are good days for you because of IWSY - thank you for being amazing and lovely :D

Anonymous said: SHE IS BOUTTA TRICK YOONGI AND BEAT HIS ASS THEN BRING JIMIN BACK OR SOMETHING IT HAS TO BE

IT’S ABOUT TO GO DOWN MY FRIENDO!

@xtigerlily said: I usually don't like to read anything longer than a oneshot but I'm hooked on I Wont Stop You. I can't stop thinking about it all day. You're a fantastic writer and i'm so glad I found your page :) keep it up!

Well I feel honoured that you gave IWSY a chance even thought it’s not a oneshot! Thank you so much!! :3

Anonymous said: holo Sara!! i've been wondering about this a lot. in IWSY, where did the names 'natum lamia' (i think thats how you spell it) and 'sine nomine' come from? did you learn Latin? :o

I don’t speak Latin fluently but I know some odd words here and there! But the reason as to why I have included Latin names in IWSY is because of the lore I chose to make as the background of my story. I didn’t just want to use English because I believe that the story would have lost it’s depth and feel! :D

@noceurash said: WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS BJFGH,, i love you very much bby but you've killed me eternally gdgh. Iwsy was good aaah , have a lovely day~~~~ ♡

I love you too and Im so sorry for killing you eternally :( But thank you so much my love and I hope you have a great day too!! ^^

@idgaf97 said: I just want to say I've been a long time reader of IWSY and I absolutely love it. I think it's one of the best stories I've read (fanfic or not.) Jungkook has always looked like a vampire prince to me lol. Much love from The States (Chicago)!

Thank you so much for being a long time reader! :3 And yes -- Jungkook has always given me Vampire vibes~~ Conversely, Taehyung has always given me Werewolf vibes lol I did write a oneshot smut about Werewolf!Taehyung :3 He’s such an adorable little puppy hehe ^^ And heeeeey Chicago! Thank you my love :D

Anonymous said: Sara, why the cliff-hanger? Oh god now im dying in here.whyyyyyyy

I don’t know I swear it’s my evil twin that does it :(

Anonymous said: Hi yes hello, I'd just like you to know that I just spent the whole day reading I Won't Stop You, and I have to say that you're an incredible writer!! I legit was reading it during my uni classes!! Anyway thank you for writing such a wonderful story and I'm looking forward to the future chapters :D (Jimin though :'(

Gah thank you so much sweetkins! And tut tut you should be focusing on Uni work you naughty student you (jk that’s like me everyday lol) Thank you so much for reading my story as it means a lot to me!! Good luck during your University classes :D

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Chapter 15

Part 5

Inspiration: Vengeance - Zack Hemsey

Before the fire and stone

Before your world is gone

Have you some patience

Cuz I will have my vengeance

It was the late afternoon hours of the city’s occultation period and the pathetic shell of a beast continued to follow the man in fatigues, as he had done for three blocks now, making sure to keep a quiet and sneaky distance from his prey. The thing was hoping that he would lead it back to his place of refuge, possibly lead him back to more sources of food.

Such a loud and clumsy human he was. It was a wonder that he was still alive in this city as he was not careful at all. The thin thing mused to itself as he rounded the corner. He would enjoy stringing him up, cutting his overconfident jugular and letting his life force pump down into the creature’s throat.

Twitching at the anticipation of the blood, he rounded the brick corner and saw nothing in front of him; his eyes shot wide open with confusion. He looked from side to side and listened. Nothing. He could still slightly smell him though, he smelled like--

Thomas hit the ground with a furious thump before he realized he had even been struck. My god, that speed. His immediate, yet fleeting thought, was that it had to be the Born.

Something heavy was squarely on his back, pushing between his shoulder blades. It was a foot, standing on him, keeping him against the pavement. As he fought desperately to see what was pinning him, trying to turn under the weight of his opponent, he felt himself come up and into the air fully. Hands were on his arms and he was flung, ferociously, savagely, and without hesitation through the air with more force than he had ever felt in his entire life. He flew towards the sister building’s bricks connecting with the stone at least twenty feet above the ground. He scratched wildly at the wall as he half fell, half slid, hitting the ground below him.

My god. What is this?!

Everything blurred as the force of the impact rattled inside of his head, but he was up and running at full speed, managing only a few steps as he felt the hand on his shoulder, gripping into his flesh with its fingers as he crippled under the pain and his bones snapped at its powerful pressure.

Thomas screamed and his mind flooded with absolute fear as he realized this was not the Born, for he had been able to outrun that bastard before. Was there anything that he would fear more than the Born himself? Was it … could it be … his Master?! Had he been found!?

“Puuuuh---eeeez” he tried with his tongueless mouth to beg and he felt the hands grip his hair and fling him up and backwards against the wall as the man stood before him in full glory. He was no longer in fatigues, yet it was the same human. Human? He was dressed in silver metal now and once Thomas was face to face, he understood at once as he eyes filled with regretful tears.

The size of him … the hair, the spots, the cheekbones, the silver, the scar … the … eyes.

Oh my god … those eyes.

“Apparently we need to talk.”

Once Quinlan was able to properly get the lay out of the land, it turned out to be a little too isolated and there were no other cabins for at least two miles in any direction. At least, he thought this might be a problem, but he believed it would be a good thing overall. The other handful of lodgings weren’t attached to an underground well and at his suggestion that they stay here for a few more days, not many were pleased.

They complained about the size again and he offered that they were free to go on their way if they wished or to stay in one of the other cabins, but he would be staying at this one. This had ended the conversation. There would not be enough supplies for six humans to survive on long term but he assured them that the woodland area would afford them everything they needed.

At least Quinlan could help in this respect. It had given him something to do. On the second day, early in the morning, he had ventured out and returned with a sizable stag. When he had heard it the distance, he smiled. A gift from his old goddess. This was a good omen and this brought him some amount of ease in his growing uncertainty. The beast died a humane death, as he snapped his neck cleanly and carried him back.

Gus was eager to help him prepare the beast for consumption but Fet, as it turned out, did not have much of a stomach to kill anything other than munchers. Quinlan could not decide if that was because he was soft or because his heart was too pure. Nonetheless, they did not need his help with this task.

Of everyone, Dawn seemed the most broken hearted as she watched him carrying it back, her arms folded in a disappointed protest. “Did you really need to do that?” Her face was a contortion of emotions that he remembered from when she had given him that rabbit months earlier. He knew this was NOT because she was soft.

“You all must eat.” He retorted at her dismay.

“We can find food.”

“There is none and ... this is food.”

“We can go some place where there is--”

“We are staying here.”

“I can take the van and go scavenge for--”

“There is little fuel as it is. We will conserve it.”

He was curt and almost rude about it, but her disappointment in him was stinging so he finally turned to her, “If you do not wish to eat, I will not force you.” He wasn’t sure if that was true. If it came down to it … would he force her to eat? Hmm. Perhaps? Even likely. Yes.

But she ate it along with the others and they were all grateful in the end. There were also fish in the lake. She had volunteered for this duty after claiming to be quite good at it, but Quinlan quickly caught her catching the fish and then releasing them. He replaced her on fishing duty with Dutch, who seemed to not have a problem in killing the water bound creatures.

He had watched her for a while from the porch of the cabin. She was on the tiny dock that protruded from the property onto the lake, with her back conspicuously turned to him, but he could tell that she was catching quite a few and she would immediately get up and release them.

Quinlan remembered the guilty look on her face when he had sneaked up behind her, as she unhooked a massive catch and tossed it back into the water, turning to take her seat again and she jumped at his presence.

“Oh!!! Um … I was just … That one was pretty small.“ Her voice was laced with guilt from her outright lie. It was not small. In fact, it was at least twice as big as any of the other ones that Dutch would catch that day and she had even struggled slightly against its size to pull the hook from its mouth.

He could only shake his head at this and she shrugged.

“Don’t judge me.” She pouted as he took the pole from her and pointed to the house, causing her to walk away in a huff. “Whatever.” He couldn’t help but actually laugh at this after she was far enough away not to hear him.

He was quite good at cutting wood for the fireplace, as he always had been. These things kept him busy at least and brought back memories of simpler times. As he brought the axe up and down in a clean motion, he heard the first shot ring out.

Looking around quickly, he saw no one immediately in view and he ran to the noise. What he found both relieved as well as disappointed him. Gus had set up a number of empty cans along a log, near the water's edge, and he was instructing the short woman on how to properly aim towards them.

His disappointment stemmed from wanting to show her how to shoot himself and he walked up behind them, not meaning to be overly stealthy, but surprising them nonetheless.

“Ah damn. Sorry, Q. I was just--”

He put his hand up to hush the Boxer’s pending apology, “It is alright.”

Dawn lifted the gun again and aimed towards the cans, ultimately missing as she squeezed the trigger, “Damn it.”

Quinlan stepped forward, wishing to provide guidance, but Gus was already there, “It’s ok Shortie, here. Try it again. This time, don’t flinch when you squeeze it, ok?” He tapped her hand in a friendly way right before he stepped back, giving Quinlan a nervous smile.

She squeezed this time and nearly hit a can, clipping a good chunk off of the log a mere inch from it. “That’s WAAAY better!” He laughed, smiling at her with a look that Quinlan had not witnessed the Boxer share with her before.

“Uh, but … I was aiming at the red one.” The red one was three cans away from the can she almost hit and Quinlan shook his head, but refrained from interjecting himself into their lesson. He was very near the point of stepping away when he picked up a familiar scent from behind, causing him to cringe slightly.

The redhead bumped his shoulder very slightly as she walked by, “Target practice? I haven’t shot in forever.” She walked over to Dawn and held her hand out, “You mind?”

Dawn hesitated before giving the firearm up to her and the Doctor looked at the gun, pulled the magazine out to view the ammunition, put it back in and chambered it once before she unloaded the magazine into the cans, clipping them off one at a time with perfection. She left one remaining on the log as the magazine was completely spent.

“God damn, Gurl!” Gus chimed at the impressive show of talent.

She winked at him as she stated a fact, “Soldier, remember.” Turning to Dawn, she handed the gun back as she said lowly to her, “Maybe you should just stick with the baton.”

She turned her attention back to Gus and then ultimately to Quinlan, “Not be a buzz kill or anything.” There was no doubt in his mind that is exactly what she intended to be, “I think we might want to try and ration the ammo. If all we have is in that bag you brought ...”

Dawn handed the gun back to Gus and immediately vacated the lesson without another word as Gus called out to her sheepishly, “I think we got enough for a little practice. Hey!” He moved to follow but the woman halted him with a soft touch of the arm.

“I was actually lookin’ for you, August.” She asked, “Do you know anything about engines?” Her smile seemed to distract him from following Dawn as he smiled back to her.

“It’s just Gus and a little, yeah. What you need?”

She had snagged her prize and they began their walk back towards the tiny cabin and as the pair passed Quinlan, he spoke finally.

“Doctor, may we have a word?”

“Right now? We’re tryin’ to get that old pickup truck to run right now, Pointy. Come find me later, k?”

Pointy?

Hmmm.

Later indeed.

The thing at his feet seemed to be trying to speak, but Michael couldn’t make out a single word. He picked it up by its chin and thrust it back against the wall again, squeezing to see within its mouth.

“Ah … that explains it.” He released his grip fully, letting it fall back down to its knees, as it turned to look up into his face before he spoke down to it, “Here … let me help you with that.”

He gripped its jaw again, forcing it open as he pierced a hole in his finger with his nail and let a single drop fall into the mouth. It convulsed in agonizing pain as it jerked forward and backward, coughing and whimpering as its organ regenerated painfully within its chest.

Michael took a step back and looked at the thing continuing to grovel at his feet. The healing was done, yet it stayed in a cower. He reached down for it and as soon as it heard his movements, it spoke quickly while trying to shield itself from further strikes.

“My lord … my lord. Please … Please.” It begged and the angel smiled wickedly, showing his full set of teeth and the small yet menacing tips of his canines. He gripped it by its hair, pulling it sharply backwards to look into its eyes again.

Good. It could speak now. That was progress at least. He wanted to hear its agony clearly after all. He reached with his other hand grabbing its face by the quivering jaw, bringing the trembling thing to its feet fully as he threw it back against the wall again.

One rib, two rib, three rib … He counted in his mind as the thing buckled under his punches and the archangel grinned in pleasure as he broke the thing’s femur in two. Its lack of composure disgusted him as it screamed and writhed in torment, falling to the ground.

She hadn’t screamed for it … she hadn’t begged it ... ever. The memory of this only fueled him more.

One kick, two kick, three kick … crack. It coughed serpent-filled, white blood onto the ground before him as it crippled and buckled under the pain.

“Please … please.” It coughed. Ah … yes. He remembered this voice so very clearly. He had heard it through her pain. “My Lord … MY LORD … Why?? Why are you doing this?”

“Because.” Michael hissed through his strange merriment, bringing its head up to see his face fully, so it could look into his eyes, “I am sorry.” He chortled to it, “I need to hurt you, my dear …”

The recollection on the thing’s face was clear … Those were its words … to her. To his blood. To his progeny. He could hear the shiver run down the German’s spine as it heard its own words spoken back to it in pure and utter calmness.

Every whelp, every drop of her blood, every strike this thing had laid on her, Michael had felt.

“No. No. No. My Lord, Please.”

He was the Right Hand of Fucking God. He had never been subjected to anything like what he felt from this thing’s hands. To him … to his blood.

“It was not my fault. It was NOT my choice!” It plead.

He broke the other femur, then both the arms, then both forearms, before he cocked its head back and put another drop into its mouth. It convulsed again, heaving forward in pain, healing everything he had inflicted so that he could start anew. He waited as the beast lurched in agony while the bones sanpped back into place and he smiled.

“My brother is no longer here to deter me, little plague.” Michael could see that it was detached. He knew it had been severed before he came and he smiled at it yet again, “Now … Let’s begin again … shall we?”

One finger, two finger … One femur, two femur …

Nose?

Nose.

It was nearly dusk as Dawn shifted suddenly and uncomfortably on the swing. Quinlan picked up her uneasiness from the yard where he was cutting more wood to stave off the cold for the night. Expecting it to be word from the dark skinned woman, he moved quickly and approached her, but from the look on her face, it was clearly something else.

“What is it?”

“I …” She grabbed her arms, which were riddled in bumps, “I don’t know …” She looked down, not wanting to match his eyes as she placed a hand on her stomach. She was nauseous … he knew this look.

“Describe it to me.”

“It’s …” She struggled, “I don’t know. It’s not …”

He knew this feeling. He knew it very well and he knelt before her, grabbing her hands which she had bunched together in fists.

“It is not you, is it?”

She looked at him with confusion first, but it melted into clarity. Yes. Exactly. “It’s not … me.”

It was a rumble deep inside of her. It was a quake of something within. It was an eruption of pure emotion that was not hers. He’d felt the same, many times over the years. It was when he had felt his father. This was In Nexu.

“Describe it to me. What do you feel?” She stared down to his hands, which gripped hers tightly. “Please, before it retreats.” He had learned over a millennium ago, that if he did not focus on it when it occurred, the memories of what exactly it was were impossible to later decipher.

“Libellula” The word rocked her back to him and she looked into his eyes as he repeated, “Concentrate. Describe it to me now.”

“I feel … Angry.”

“What type of anger?” He probed. Anger was a rich emotion, it had many roots.

“I …” Her hands shook with the overwhelming sensation of it and she tried to look away, but he would not allow it.

“Focus on it.” He touched her cheek, “Taste it.”

“Fury.” She shook her head, “That’s not just it. I feel Satisfaction. I feel …” She stopped for a moment before she looked back into his face, scrunching her nose to him suddenly.

“I feel Vengeance.”

#quinlan fanfic #mr. quinlan fanfic #quintus sertorius fanfic #the strain fanfic #quintus densus #a savage inconvenience #chapter 15

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kekoaskorner · 6 years ago

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I was super excited to see Katy Perry for the fourth time at Hallenstadion! I remember her doing a great show at Volkshaus and then half of the Hallenstadion and now for the second time a sold out show. I am incredibly happy to have seen her grow so big 🙂 What I love about her audience is that it is super divers. From little kids to teenagers to families to very specially dressed people (I guess me kinda included haha)

I guess the mini-club at the concert was why Tove Styrke started at 7.30 already. I really really loved her sound and she seemed incredibly humbled but very talented. I’d love to see her at a small venue to get a good look at her. Partying with Tove Styrke is great 🙂

The Witness Tour gig is divided into 5 parts. Katy Perry in a golden suit took the stage at 8.45 with “Witness” in a crystal like floaty thingy which opened the first part “In the space”. It continued with another song “Roulette” of her newest album. For that song she brought huge cubes on stage on which she was climbing around. During “Dark Horse” – such a tune! – she was supported by 8 dancers who are extremely talented and always dressed in awesome costumes. Huge computer giants took the stage for “Chained to the rhythm”. I was already up and dancing – how can you stay still? But lots of people were there to watch the show.

And boy did they get something to watch. For every song Katy Perry brought something new out. Her 29 trucks were fully stocked with props. The 2nd part – act my age – started with “Teenage Dream” and a flying yellow Lego! Katy now started to talk to us. It felt like a conversation she’d have with approximately 13k friends 😀 She said that she wanted to learn some Swiss German. I have to say she must be pretty great at phonetics since she was mimicking what the first few rows were doing and it sounded very Swiss. So we taught her “Chalt und warm” / “Hot and Cold” and off the party went! 🙂

It was a Friday Night and what better way to celebrate today with Katy Perry’s “Last Friday Night (T.G.I.F)”. Katy had an LED-top on where both songs were displayed on. She was literally glowing! 🙂 Two huge flamingos came out. They looked super funny and honestly it was so much fun dancing to this. Hit after hit the evening continued.

“California Gurls” was next and obviously Left Shark couldn’t be left out. He came on stage as a big star! 😀 And apparently he wanted to play a huge piano since he was a real musician. It was super entertaining and it didn’t feel rehearsed at all. After a water fight the stage was quickly cleaned while Katy Perry sang a song for all her Katycats: “I kissed A Girl”! What I really liked about this tour is that she completely remodeled her oldest songs into new versions. And off she went into a huge mouth covered in red lipstick.

Act 3 “Celestial Body” brought out huge flowers all over the stage. For “Déjà Vu” Katy Perry walked slowly down to the middle of the Hallenstadion. Unfortunately she was engaging the other side of the venue more than mine. This is the only thing I can criticize. During “Tsunami” she had a dancer on a huge flower pole. It looked very cool. Another fav of mine “E.T.” was next and a huge mosquito took the stage. Honestly it is incredible what Katy Perry and her creative director did with this Witness tour! Even people who don’t go to concerts a lot or don’t enjoy it as much were in for a treat. It was just a spectacular show!

During “Bon Appétit” an oversized carnivorous plant took the space below the huge eye which was the center of the stage the whole time. It is hard to describe all the things on stage because there were just too many. I bet someone sat across the room had another few and saw something else. At the end of the song Katy Perry was eaten by the huge plant and off she went to change for the fourth act.

During dress change big planets were blown up and Katy Perry flew in on big Saturn. She sat there covered in silver with a silver guitar and played “Wide Awake” for which she asked us to be her duet partner. It looked sooo pretty! Especially when everybody started to light up their phones. A wow moment!

Now what I realized yesterday is that a lot of people there knew her biggest songs and a lot of the new ones. However the old ones weren’t sung that loud. What I didn’t like about the audience too is that they were seated almost the whole time. Honestly how could they???!!!

Katy Perry landed on the 3rd stage and asked for the Swiss flag someone in the audience was waving to be given to her. She said:

Thank you for spending your time and your money to be with me. I know that you had to take a train, a bus, a car or a plane and maybe spend money on a hotel. I really appreciate you and that’s why I wrote this song for you.

It was a very intimate moment where Katy Perry knelt in the middle of her Katycats singing “Into Me You See”. The last song of act 4 was “Power” and off she went for another dress change.

Part 5 started with “Part of Me” and it was time to put your fist into the air! When I walked in I spotted a pretty cool shirt at the Merch stand from the “Swish Swish” song. Unfortunately it was so expensive that I didn’t buy it but the song was stuck in my head. And finally she sang it now! 😀 I had to laugh and it stayed in my head all night! In the video of “Swish Swish” Katy Perry plays Basketball with pretty famous people. At the gig she chose a Dad and his 10 year old son. A huge basketball court was the background for the song and now it served as a little game. If the duo won they could take a selfie with Katy. So they took turns at trying to put the oversized ball into the huge net and obviously Katy Perry made sure that she’d loose 😀

The basketball court was replaced by an impressive lion.

Zurich it is time to “Roar”!

I love that song and I adore that record. Every song on that album tells a very personal story. That’s why the last gig in 2015 was so special to me. Last night it was even bigger than the last time but I couldn’t relate as much. But in any case it was a brilliant gig and I had a great time. If you want to get some impressions have a look at my stories on my instagram account. Just click here. After nearly two hours Katy Perry left the stage for the Encore.

Katy flew in on a big clock to sing her song “Pendulum”. It was a very quiet song and a nice Encore song before the Big Bang! She landed in a huge hand in the middle of the stage and sang with us “Firework”. And with Boom Boom Boom real fireworks were set off before Katy Perry sank into the hand and into the floor of the stage. As you can see I am in Love with Katy Perry and I am so impressed with her journey. I can only recommend to you guys to see a gig of hers. It is just amazing! 🙂

Have you seen Katy Perry live? Let me know your experience and leave a comment below:-)

Check out my latest gigs: Jimmy Cliff, Nena, Sam Smith

Zurich roooaaared with @KatyPerry ! Check out my fan review for pics: I was super excited to see Katy Perry for the fourth time at Hallenstadion! I remember her doing a great show at Volkshaus and then half of the Hallenstadion and now for the second time a sold out show.

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unextordinary-blog · 7 years ago

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My year in one post: 2017

okay so its starting to get closer to the end of the year lets have a recap of 2017.

january: I don't have a job anymore, I am not going to school at the moment, I am moving for the hundredth time, and I have to give up my dog and cat, then someone loses my cat. ( so its safe to say january was definitely not my month) but bright side this is the month where i start to talk to my "future" husband. well sort of (this will be explained in a later month).

february: so it's a new month. I am jobless with no prospect of going back to school until the next semester. on top of that our landlords are total pieces of literal dog shit (like im not kidding they have about 5000 dogs in their house and it smells like dog shit) anyways life is starting to look up JUST THE TINIEST BIT because ya girl got a date. i am dating. newly dating. and on top of that i still don't know that my future husband is single yet. (he doesn't like the idea of me dating)

march: we have officially moved into my moms boyfriends house and i already hate it. Its awful i have no closet, no space, no job, no pets, and no will to live (except for my future husband). Its safe to say my life lowkey sucks because not only do i have a curfew now? I have to pretend to not hate my life and i actually have to get out of the bedroom im staying in (yea thats right im not allowed to call his guest bedroom "my room") my moms boyfriend is a total dickwad. he gets what he deserves in later months tho. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ( WAIT A MINUTE I just got some info that karma was doing her job all along and i completely forgot part of living with my momster and her dickwad was that I had to do all the chores around the house and dickwad left $200 in his pocket when i was doing laundry and i found it. in my defense i tried to tell them about the money but then they got on my ass for talking to them while they were talking or something so i shut up and spent some of the money on a tattoo. it was the best revenge ever. I had been planning on getting one for months and dickwad and momster HATE tattoos and he technically paid for mine and it was great)

April: HOMAGAWD my life is looking up. I got a job, my "future" husband is visiting and the guy I'm kinda sorta "dating" is a good kisser but i swear to y'all if i hadn't already been on like 4 dates with this guy i would have thought he was catfishing me (he ends up ghosting me anyways so whatevesss). My momster and her dickwad of a boyfriend don't like my new job because it doesn't pay a whole lot? ( oh i forgot to mention they want me to pay rent for the "bedrooom" I'm sleeping in; y'all this room is literally a bed, a dresser drawer, and MY TV) ALSO did i mention this guy is total pack rat (THE BEDROOM IM IN HAS ALLLL OF HIS JUNK IN IT) and there's no central heating and I'm sick. I have bronchitis and we barely found out. meanwhile my supposed "mother" thought I was just being annoying with my coughing and her stupid boyfriend literally had the AUDACITY to tell me if I don't get rid of my cough by the end of the week then he was going to "do something about it". (LIKE IM SORRY I HAVE BRONCHITIS IF I COULD WAVE MY MAGIC WAND THAT I JUST RANDOMLY PULLED OUT OF MY ARSE AND MAKE MYSELF BETTER I WOULD SORRY MY ILLNESS IS INCONVENIENCING YOU). this man is weird he has like every book written by trump and is a civil war reenactor and has can goods from before I was even born because he doesn't believe in expiration dates. so I didn't want to find out what he meant by that so I booked the quickest doctors appointment I could get. I had been sick for 3 months by this point. also I paid over half the rent at my old place but I was always making like $1000 a month sooooo I could afford it. anyways my "future" husband and I have an amazing 3 days when he visits it was like no time had passed and it wasn't until he was gone that I realized that I couldn't live without him anymore.

May: ITS OFFICIAL BITCHES my "future" husband is now my boyfriend, it literally took him an hour for me to say he was my boyfriend. twas a struggle. but pretty much since the day he left we hadn't gone a single day without talking via text or calling each other. we thought about waiting until he came back to texas to date, but that would be two years and we weren't having that because we would have ended up waiting for each other instead of dating long distance which is kinda a waste of time. anyways I am no longer sick. at least I don't think and karma is just DOING ITS WORK on my mom and her dickwad boyfriend. My mom was being treated like she deserved by her new job and dickwad had lost his chief position because hes an alcoholic asshole with little man syndrome now he is paying over $10,000 for a DWI lawyer. meanwhile i was thriving I was getting more work I was looking into ways to pay off my school my life still sucked and the only reason im alive is because of my "future" husband.

June: did i ever mention that june is my favorite month of this year. love is in the air bitches. june is the month for marriages and engagements. SPEAKING OF ENGAGEMENTS yea that's right he proposed AND ON TOP OF THAT he surprised me with a visit and i nearly had a heart attack and it was a great few days. then my momster ruined it by being her and by hating me as per usual we weren't asking for permission at this point to get married we were just going to get married whether she agreed or not. and i was moving out and my "future" husband and i had a 101 plans (also i dont like the word fiance its dirty and gross) our 101 plans obviously fell through you can plan all day long and life is just like "LOL gurl you thought" but it all turned out fine in and in our favor in the end. we are very thankful for the people who stuck by our side when things were getting tough and sooo grateful for all their help we wouldn't have been able to do it without them.

JULY: ITS OUR WEDDDDINNNGGG MONNNTTTTHHHHHHH!!!!!! I had never thought "hey you're going to be my husband one day" when I saw my husband for the first time in the 2nd grade. he apparently did, he thought i was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen and was happy i had moved to his town. that innocent love obviously turned into something more as we got older and he always knew that something special would happen with us there had to be a reason God had kept us close all those years. we were married july 10th in a court house with our high school friends my momster and her dickwad boyfriend and my new family that consisted of my husbands parents and siblings while my maid of honor watch via facetime (she had work and the ceremony lasted like 20 mins) leading up to our wedding he "proposed" properly on the couch while we were watching a movie and his best friend was so upset that he was not included in the proposal. we promised to include him on our 5 year anniversary at our vow renewal. we were married on the 10th we had our honeymoon that night in galveston. on the 11th we went to our best mans house, watched hoarders all morning, played ping pong, went to go see a movie with our old clique from high school, slept on a too small air mattress with a too small blanket in freezing cold room and woke up early. he dropped me off at my momsters and we said our teary eyed goodbyes and said we'd see each other again in december and I watched him drive away to the air port. I turned 20 the next week and I had 1 good day then on the 18th my mom decided to yell at me and fight me about money (remember how i said i was trying to pay off my college stuff well my mom knew that. it was no secret. well i found a way and i had gotten the money the week i got married and i paid it off and put the rest in savings and refused to touch it) well my mom yelled at me until she was blue in the face because since dickwad fucked up his finances with his DWI they were now strapped for cash and wanted me to pay for everything and I refused. just because we said I'd move in december doesn't mean plans are set in stone and if I would have paid them in advance I would have never seen that money again. the risks were to high for me to pay that much in one sitting. so we argued on the 18th she didn't talk to me for two days then on the 21st she gave me an ultimatum and told me to pay or get out. meanwhile my husband and I were thinking ahead and I was already packing and by the 22nd all i had in the bedroom i slept in was a duffel bag of clothes and hamper full of my bedding I told her i was moving out on the 23rd on a sunday and by the time they got home from church me and everything i had would be gone from that house. remember my husbands best man and best friend and the small air mattress and cold bedroom?

August: they both had a house together and that was the house i stayed in until the second week or two of august i spent almost a week with my dad and his family so i could say my goodbyes. i came back to the guys house for 2 days finished packing said my goodbyes to all my friends and then my dad was there with a jeep for all my stuff and we would start our long trip to VA. the first day we drove from TX to atlanta then the next day atlanta to VA.

I was finally home. there he was my knight in blue digital camo. we'd only been married a month and already our plans were askew. my dad stayed for 2 extra days and helped us get settled into our new apartment then left.

september: we are 2 months into our marriage and our first month living together. these next two months will be the hardest months in our marriage. we're getting used to each other getting to know our homelife quirks it is a difficult transition for both of us I am used to an abusive passive aggressive household where i lock myself in my room and he is used to empty barracks and going out everyday just so he doesn't have to be in the barracks all day. it was hard but we wouldn't want to bicker over mundane things with anyone else.

October: its spoopy time and my husbands birthday is this month we have a tv and new bed for our master bedroom we have a cat but Im pretty sure we got him in september. we're not really fighting as much at least not about stupid things we know what pushes our buttons and we're communicating better. I have to turn down my first job because its too far of a drive. ( we immediately regret it) the hubs 21st birthday rolls around we have the worst mexican food ever and he has the strongest margarita in the world it was really a great night. Halloween we sit on the couch watching movies and just stay in all day.

November: my husbands family have informed us that his little brother will be graduating from boot camp this month and will be going to school on a base in VA and that they were coming for thanksgiving. so we get the house in order for our new guests. we buy everything from a thanksgiving ham to new towels when they arrive his parents are sick with the flu and my husband still has work the next day on thanksgiving. his mom and i spend the entire next day cooking and getting everything ready. when my husband gets home we have dinner and watch a movie or two. the next day is my husbands day off and we all had planned on eating out so we had lunch then went to the beach for his mom and then my husbands base to give a tour for his mom (insert eyeroll here the woman takes pictures of quite literally everything its almost annoying)and then finally we go back home so we can get his little brothers stuff and we can drop him off at his new base. (which is a whole lot more difficult then it should have been.) they end up giving him a weekend pass but by then we're all dead tired and want to go home but no, we go bowling on base until its time to take his little brother back to the barracks. then the next day is even more annoying my husband picks up his little brother and some breakfast and we trudge to a museum of an old ship for about 2 or 3 hours. keep in mind my husbands parents are still sick with the flu and everyone is tired except his little brother and my husband has work at 3am the next day. on top of that his parents need to get on a plane this same day and my husband and i need to drop off his little brother back on base. needless to say it was another long day and we finally had our house back my poor husband had work at 3am and around 9am i hear him come home apparently since he didn't leave early on thanksgiving he got to leave work early that day which meant we got the entire sunday to ourselves. it was a long weekend.

December: its only the 13th and we have been married for 5 months now and it will almost be a year since we started dating. (how time flies) his best man is supposed to visit in january and we are both so excited.

so much little stuff has happened this year that would make this post even longer. we got a motorcycle, my husband is trying to pick out a car for me i thought about doing online college, we both haven't really thought about what we want for christmas and our cat has fleas so its been a very eventful year.

#2017 #my year #ask me anything #janurary #february #march #april #may #june #july #august #september #october #november #december #newlyweds #first year #newly married couple

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