#but voice acting!! haha!!!! (violent sobbing)

[stillbreathing-aer]

dude what the fuck. garroth is back but now i'm upset. AND IM UPSET THAT IM UPSET. THAT DUMB BITCH QUESTION MARKS JUST GETS TO FUCK UP OUR STORY THEN LEAVE??? WHAT THE FUUUUUCK

[housamo-side-blog-2]

Red Eyes

A celebrity is someone famous, not only for their blessings of beauty and knowledge, but for the hard path they have chosen to waik upon, However it can also be a double edged sword,for as one mishap of a wrong doing can end up being attacked by their followers, 

Thus the role of being a celebrity is somewhat both an incredible achievement and a poise you have to maintained.Thus you have to bottle your emotions,for as you have the role of being a major role model for everyone. Anger, Sadness, Jelousy, and even kindness, people will always interpret it,,,, as another..

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{Shinjuku Academy}   

It is nightime Shinjuku, Thus, every student is safely inside their assigned dorm rooms, patroling the area out incase someone violates curfew, two teachers are assigned to patrol around the school, 

However two unsuspecting figures managed to escape their rooms and quietly make their way towards Shinjuku  Academy, What could they be doing at night that will cause them punishment?, And why at night specificly? 

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Student 1: Did you bring it? 

A tall figure in a black jacket and pants quietly asked their accomplice, as they brought out a can of spray paint. 

Student 2:Yeah,here. 

Student 1: Awesome!, now then,,,Take this Harumo! 

Student 2: Hahaha! 

Furiosly spraying the wall,as if it was a canvas, the duo sprayed all around the wall as they write down letters that will cause a certain someone trouble 

As they humbly sleep peacefully in their dorm room, dreaming peacefully and softly smiling as if they are having a wonderful time in their mind space. 

Student 2: Dude,We better hurry before the teachers hear us! 

Student 1: Hold on, I have to put that bastard’s name on it! 

The second figure peaks to the side to check if they are nearby,

Student 1: Alright done!, Lets go!,...

Student 2: I can’t wait to see the look on that idiot’s dumb face when they get framed!

Student 1: Haha!, Yeah! 

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{Narrator}:What awaits your tomorrow Dear Harumo? 

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{Next Day}

{Shinjuku Academy} 

You and your guildmates have just passed the entrance of the school, When Shiro noticed something strange.

Shiro: I wonder whats going on over there? 

Looking upon the crowd of shocked students as they look upon wall, as the teachers are trying to get things around. 

Kengo: Hey!, what the heck is going on here!?

Kengo asked a neaby student and said: Harumo spray painted the wall.

Shiro and Kengo: WHAT! 

Harumo: Me!?,,

Ryota: Guys!, hah...hah...someone spray painted the wall, and...Harumo’s name is on it! 

Harumo: What!, but i ! 

Kengo: What the hell are they taiking about! 

Shiro: Its ludicrious for them think that! 

Ryota: I don’t believe its Harumo either,but they are making sound as if you did it! 

Harumo: Who?

Student 1: Hey look guys its the culprit who spraypainted on it! 

Student 2: Why did you vandalised our school like that!? 

All turn to gase you as they await your explanation. 

Harumo: It wasn’t me! 

Student 1: Yeah, tell that when your name is on it! 

Kengo: Time to beat the shit outta him!   

Shiro: Kengo stop, you’ll only make it worse! 

Kengo: This assholes need a beating if they whats coming for them! 

Harumo: For the last time!, I DID NOT DO IT! 

Student 1: Yeah,yeah, criminals always lie whenever they did something wrong! 

Student 2: Criminal! .Criminal!.

Ryota: Hey! Stop calling Harumo a criminal!, They will never do something like that! 

Student 1: Then explain the grafiti then! 

Ryota: Grrr..

Student 1: Yeah just like i thought!, Nothing!,Hey criminal! hu...

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Harumo: FUCK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!

Like a thunderbolt you violently rushed towards the cocky bastard pushing them against the grafitied wall and gripped they’re neck tightly  as you look at them furiosly in the eye,staring as if you’re gase is like someone had been bottling up they’re pent up aggresion, and only now you are able to release it like nuclear bomb. as the color of eyes changed into a crimson,glare, almost as if a predator is about to bare his fangs on their prey. As you growled, fist clenched and hand on them tight as a rope, 

Student 2: Hey! what the heck let him go...!

Harumo: GRAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!

Student 2: Graagghh,,Le...meee....gooo!

Harumo: GRAAAAAGGHHHHH!!!!!,, 

Ryota: Harumo, stop! 

Kengo: Partner!, you’re gonna kill them! 

Shiro: Kengo! help me, loosen his grip! 

Ryota embraced you from behind as the two try to loosen your grip on them, slowly the two about to drown students are about to run of oxygen,as you blocked they’re airways with your tight grip. 

Ryota: Harumo...Please stop!...Please...

Kengo: Harumo...thats enough or you’ll end up killin them! 

Toji: Forgive me later Harumo...

Ryota: Toji?

{Toji knocked the anger filled student cold} 

Toji: Get Harumo to the clinic, I’ll deal with this two..

Kengo: Shiro,Ryota, take care of Harumo for now,{ Clicks his neck} 

Toji: Takabushi, I trust you’ll only knock them out..

Shiro: Kengo, don’t be an idiot!, you’ll only get in trouble, worse you might even get expelled! 

Kengo: I couldn’t care less!, IM MAD! 

Shiro: Kengo think about this! if you do this, you’ll never see Harumo again! 

Eyes widening in realisation, as his gritted expression turn to an expression as if he’s gotta comeback to finish you two off. 

Kengo: Dammit...Fine..Toji im leaving them to you! 

Toji: All of you get out now!, Now. i have some questions needed to be filled! 

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Kengo: I gotcha Harumo..

Ryota: ....Harumo.....

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{Shennong’s Clinic} 

Cold air from the ac,fills the room,you’re cooped up in, as you make out what appears to be clinic, 

Harumo: What ...happened?

You rub your head as you feel your head spinning almost as the blood on your head going everywhere, 

Harumo: Wait.....

{Remembers the incident} 

Harumo: I...i almost...

Hands shaking from fear, you took a moment to get your bearings in order.        

{Door opens} 

Shennong: You’re awake..

Harumo: Shennong what happened? 

Shennong: You passed out, probably from the stress, your friends brought you here, Fortunately, the students you strangled are fine.   

Harumo: I...almost killed them......

Shennong: .....

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Mr Mononobe: Harumo..Thank goodness you’re awake..

Harumo: {Hugs Mr Mononobe} 

The moment you come into contact, you let it all out..as tears flow and drip on Mr Mononobe’s polo. buried in his abs, as you can feel the rockyness of it as you hurt yourself a little from the impact.. 

Mr Mononobe: There..there..Harumo..

Shennong:I’ll let the other teachers know.. 

Mr Mononobe: Thank you Mr Shennong keep up the good work!

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{Hallway}

Mr Mononobe: Shhhh...Don’t taik now..I’ll take you to your room,

Harumo: But i..

Mr Mononobe: The other students have already spread rumors about your recent outburst lately, and...it could affect you..

Harumo: Oh..okay...Thank you Mr Mononobe.

Mr Mononobe: Its only natural i care for my students.

.Harumo: Im sure everyone thinks im a monster now..

Mr Mononobe:...I don’t think you are..

Harumo: I nearly killed them!,

Mr Mononobe: But you didn’t.. 

Harumo: Thats because i blacked out! .

Mr Mononobe: And? 

Harumo: And??..

Mr Mononobe: If you truly call yourself a monster,then those wouldn’t be in the office right now.

Mr Mononobe: “A monster is being whom only exist to bring destruction”.

Harumo:....

Mr Mononobe: You need time to cool off and think rationally. I’ll inform Shiro that i brought you to your dorm. So don’t worry about them.. 

Harumo:..Okay...Thanks again Mr Mononobe,

Mr Mononobe: Just doing my job..

{Dorm room} 

Harumo:.....

“A monster is a being whom only exist to brin destruction”

Laying on your bed,facing the sceiling. while recalling your outburst on the two students.. the very thought of it,makes you jump out in shocked as you stare at both of your rugged hands,probably from the tightness you were gripping caused it. 

Harumo:.....

{Knock Knock} 

???: Harumo,are you there? can i come in? 

Harumo: That voice...

{Door opens} 

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Ryota: Harumo!..You’re okay.. 

Harumo: Ryota, why are you here?

Ryota: Hehe. i sneaked out, preteding i was going to the bathroom, 

Harumo: Ryota{ Hugs Ryota} 

Ryota: sHHH..its  Okay..im here for you Harumo...

Harumo:*sobbing on Ryota’s shoulders* 

Ryota: Lets sit down Harumo..

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Ryota: Are you feeling okay now? 

Harumo: A ...little...

Both of you sat to next to each other on the bed, as Ryota gave his bottle of juice to the crying young man.. 

Ryota: ...Good news!,Toji caught the culprits who tried to framed you, 

Harumo: Really?!, who was it? 

Ryota: It was those two.

Harumo: ..Okay..

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Registering the goodnews. you can’t help but remember the way you strangle them without mercy as you are lost in your own train of thought, from it, Silence fills the room as you sip from the straw. Ryota breaks the silence.  

Ryota: I’ve never seen you act like that Harumo...

Harumo: .....Yeah....me too...

Ryota: Do you....want to taik about it? 

Harumo:......

Ryota: Harumo..you know im always here for you, so does Shiro, Kengo, Moritaka,and Toji, We’re all here for you..If you want to taik I’ll listen to every word.so please don’t ..hold it in .

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Harumo: Am i a monster?..

Ryota: Off course not! why would you think of that!

Harumo:” A monster only exists to bring destruction” thats what Mr Mononobe said, But the more i think about it, the more its ...its actually true..

Ryota: You are not a monster Harumo.. You’ve never been one, ever since we’ve met on the park, 

Ryota: Do you remember,what i said about you could have saved yourself if you just abandoned me..

Harumo:....

Ryota: You didn’t abandoned me,and you saved me, even though we were strangers that time, if you really are a monster then i wouldn’t be here taiking to you, i would have been in Oni’s stomach by now..

Harumo: But i....

Ryota: You didn’t killed them,, and thats whats important right now... 

Harumo: {Stares at his shaking hands} 

Ryota: Harumo...

The orange chubby places a gentle hand, to ease your quivering palms, you can feel the warmness in them as you feel the soft touch of his skin coming into contact with your rugged hands. and places it on his cheek. 

Your quivering expression turns to shocked as you stare upon Ryota directly into his peach colored eyes. But you look as if you’re staring directly to his warm soul, that it almost made you tear up..And as you do, 

 Harumo: Ryota....!  

Ryota:......

You embraced the chubby cinnamon roll slightly tight, as you cry on his shoulders on the other one, While Ryota gently strokes your fluffy greyish hair, and closes his eyes as you let it all out, 

Embraced in a warming matter, the hallway echoes your emotions,for as the sun rays down on an warming atmosphere, making it much more ....peaceful... 

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[333dolans]

Light Within The Darkness // G.D

Hey loves! This is my first attempt at writing anything for either of the twins so any constructive criticism is welcomed and very much appreciated. I love you!🤍

Summary: After a heated fight with Grayson leads to a cold night alone, an unEXpected and unwelcomed visitor arrives.

Warnings: Mentions of Abuse and Anxiety. ANGSTY with a lil fluff at the end.

“Are you actually taking the piss Y/N?!” Grayson growled, slamming the door to your small, but cozy apartment. You two had been leaving a small cafè in downtown LA when you had ran into an ‘old school friend’, or atleast that’s what you had told Grayson. He didn’t buy it at all of course, he had a talent of always seeing straight through you anytime you lied. He could read you like a book, he had your body language memorised like his favourite tame song and he knew this wasn’t simply an acquaintance from your early teenage years. When he tried to ask simple questions about him, you became very tense and he could see you had began grinding your jaw at the very mention of his existence and the encounter you had just had. you’d began cracking your fingers, a tell tale sign that you were rapidly becoming more and more on edge. He didn’t want to cause an argument from his tendency to always want to know what is going on, his need for control, so he let it slide. Well that was until you crossed paths with mystery man once again. “Two years with no interaction and we see each other twice within a half a hour period? It’s a sign from the universe Y/N, we should get back together haha!” The man joked. You smiled awkwardly, feeling the heat rising within Grayson. You couldn’t tell if it was due to the mans comment, or the fact that you had lied about this man being your most recent ex. It was probably a mixture, you thought to yourself. Grayson turned on his heel and was started off towards the Porsche just a few metres away. You rushed a quick farewell and dashed after your boyfriend.

“Gray can you just let me-” “Y/N. Don’t.” He interrupted. You didn’t dare speak another word until you made it back to your apartment. The car ride was a silent one, something you wasn’t used to in your entire relationship with Grayson. You two were always jamming out to a throwback playlist and singing your hearts out. When you arrived, He made his way across to where you were standing in the living room. “Gray, I’m sorry ok? I didn’t want to make things awkward for you. He’s my ex- boyfriend, it was uncomfortable and I just wanted to diffuse the situation as soon as I possibly could.” You tried to reason. “Don’t you think I was just as uncomfortable probably even more so when I found out he was your ex?! You should of just told me but instead you lied to me.” He argued back. “How could it possibly have been worse for you G? I have so much history with him and things didn’t end well between us. Why are you making this about you? You’re not even considering how I felt, it’s always about you isn’t it?” You whispered the last part, defeatedly. “If it’s ‘always about me’ then maybe I should leave, Wouldn’t want you to be stuck with someone so selfish!” He screamed. You could feel the tears building behind your eyes, he knew as well as everyone else in your life that if there was one thing you couldn’t take, it was someone shouting at you. It always sent your anxiety sky rocketing and left you spiralling. “Leave Gray. Now please.” You whispered, holding back the desperate urge to breakdown in front of him. “With pleasure, Bitch.” He spat before leaving your apartment the same way he entered. Those words, although simple ones, held so much more meaning to you when they fell from his lips, lingering in the air and consuming your mind. The tears instantly began to stream, letting out a choked sob. “If only you knew.” You thought out loud.

You were jolted awake by an increasingly louder banging on your door. You glance over at your clock, 2:39AM. Grayson. He had came to apologise for acting like such a dick. You slipped out of bed and wrapped your blanket around you tightly. The relentless torture your front door was under not once letting up. You peaked through the peep hole, you weren’t a complete idiot, you had to be sure it was Gray. But who else would turn up at your door at this time right? Crack. You felt your heart shatter and swore you could hear the broken pieces hit the hard floor of your hallway. There, stood your ex boyfriend, Riley. You could of sworn you were frozen to that very spot, but your brain took control and carried you off towards the bedroom, rapidly grabbing for your phone and gripping it tightly to your chest. You creeped back towards the door cautiously, not wanting to make too much noise. “Riley you need to leave. Now please.” You spoke politely, which was beyond what he deserved. “Y/N! Open the door please. I need you. I’m a mess without you. Seeing you today reminded me off that!” He pleaded. “You’ve survived 2 years, keep going. I have a boyfriend Riley. Please leave.” You responded, heart non stop pounding against your chest, taking your breath away with every thump. “Y/N! YOU STUPID BITCH! OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!” He growled through the door, repeatedly kicking at it now. “JUST LEAVE RILEY!!!!” You retreated into your bedroom, then into the bathroom and locked both doors. You violently sobbed into the blanket that had been wrapped around your body as you reached for your phone.

To Babe💘: Gray, please.

Read at 2:45am

3 missed calls from Babe💘

To Babe💘: Hello?

Read at 2:52am

You sobbed even more, realising that he was ignoring you at a time when you needed him the most. You don’t remember when, but you must have eventually passed out on the cold bathroom tiles. You didn’t have the energy to get up, so you sat up against the side of your bath. You reached for your phone, only to see not one single sign of contact from Grayson. You felt the all too familiar feeling rising in your chest and taking control of your breathing. Another panic attack. You hadn’t had one in months due to the calmness Grayson provided, he was your light within the darkness, but he wasn’t here to save you this time. You texted him once more before you fully broke down.

To Babe💘: Grayson please, I need you. Now.

You knew this would work. His full name over text was only ever used in an emergency. You shut your phone off to try and focus on your breathing rather than how shitty your boyfriend was being right now. You had completely forgotten about the text and 30 minutes later you heard the front door swing open. “Y/N!? Where are you?!” Seconds later he enters the bathroom and finds your small form, tear stained cheeks and violently shaking from your cold night alone. “No no no, baby I’m so so sorry. Y/N look at me yeah? Focus on my voice. Deep breaths for me.”

He tried to scoop you into his arms but you cowered away. In that moment he swore he could feel his heart shatter. He had become the man he’d promised you he’d never be. Grayson knew you had and still struggle with your mental health, although he didn’t know much about the causes of it all. He let his anger get the best of him once again and he hurt you in the process. “Angel, I cant express how sorry I am. I didn’t mean to snap at you and I certainly didn’t mean what I called you.”

There it was again. His words began to replay in your head for the 100th time. “With pleasure, Bitch.” “STOP! Please make it stop Gray. I don’t wanna be back there anymore, I can’t be back there.” You begged him, clinging to his shirt now. He cautiously began to rub his hands along your back, palms sore from the strength he used to grip the steering wheel on the way over to your apartment. “Back where love? Talk to me please, I want to help you.” The feeling of Grays hand on your body, knowing he was close to you, knowing you were safe now, your breathing slowly began to regulate. You finally lifted your head and looked up to meet his eyes. Teary and bloodshot, a mirror image of yourself. You could see, scrap that, you could feel that he was sharing your pain. He didn’t know why you was feeling it, but he could feel it all nonetheless. You took in a shakey breath as you began.

“Riley seriously, they’re a pair of shoes? I bought them as a treat for myself for getting promoted.” You tried to explain to him, annoyance growing every passing minute. You were always smart with your money, never splurging out on fancy items. You’d never really felt like you’d needed them. However, earlier this month you’d been called into your bosses office and offered a better paying position at your work, which you gladly accepted. You’d decided that you would finally buy the shoes you’d been eyeing up for months now but had never talked yourself into buying. They were $300 but you decided you deserved them, your boyfriend clearly didn’t feel the same way. “I don’t care Y/N, you cant just start spending our money so carelessly, especially not this close to when rent is due and for something so minor as a promotion.” He countered, words laced with resentment. You couldn’t help but let out a snort. “Our money? It wasn’t ‘our money’ when you went out and bought that watch.” You pointed to the, in all honesty, hideous watch that was strapped around his wrist with pride. “I spent my hard earned money on those shoes because I deserved them, I worked for them.” You spoke, calmly and with confidence. “I seriously don’t understand your problem, please explain? Like I know it may be hard for your fragile masculinity to accept that not only a woman but your own girlfriend earns more than you, but that doesn’t give your misogyny a free pass to belittle my achievements”. You knew the second you said that, you would come to regret it. “You want me to explain? With pleasure, Bitch.”

The tears were once again streaming down your face once you finally stopped to breath again. “It was abusive and toxic, I knew I had to leave him, I had to get out of there so I did. I never looked back after I left but I guess life has a way of not letting you forget your past, no matter how hard you try to.” You sighed, so tired from the nights previous events. You’d explained to Grayson about what had happened with Riley turning up at your door, you’re grateful he’d left before Gray got there otherwise you may of been spending your night bailing his ass out of prison right now instead of in his arms. You’d explained about your past with him and why things had ended. You knew Gray had many more questions but it was clear you were not ready to answer them right now and you were extremely thankful he left the topic alone. You quite frankly didn’t want to entertain your memories of Riley anymore and Grayson knew that. He planted a kiss on your forehead before scooping you up, “wanna watch a film and cuddle? You can choose the movie.” He wiggles his eyebrows and gave you his signature smirk. “Yes please, only if you bring me the ice cream though!” You giggled, letting the last 3 hours fade to the back of your mind.

You were out like a light after 30 minutes, head in Grayson’s lap as he carelessly traced shapes along your arms, watching your chest rise and fall and lips slightly parted. “I will never let this happen to you again, you have my word. I love you more than I love myself angel.” He spoke gently, watching in awe as your lips curled to form a faint smile. “Mine” he thought to himself, “All mine.”

[sunnymiles]

febuwhump day 23

@febuwhump

prompt 23- “don’t look.”

i made up the clone trooper, and tried to think of a reasonable name haha

tw: description of fracture/bone injury

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His bone was sticking out of his leg.

There was something fundamentally wrong with the image, almost macabrely intimate. Like she was intruding on a private moment. Bones were meant to never see the light of day.

The trooper was panicking, she could see it from here.

Ahsoka realized she was the only one around who could give a damn. The field medics were busy with those nearer to death. The joys of war. The battle was still raging on, blasts firing to both sides with reckless abandon.

Ahsoka could spare this moment.

The trooper’s breathing was ragged as his hands clutched her offered ones gratefully. “Name?”

“CT- 6587”-

“No, what’s your name?”

“Oh, it’s um Wilde, Sir.” His voice was shaky.

“I want you to just try to breathe for me okay? Everything’s going to turn out alright.”

The trooper seemed to calm slightly at her words. She may not be able to do anything medically for him, her Force healing left much to be desired, but she could do this.

“Don’t look at it, look at me.”

She gave him a comforting smile, overexaggerating her own breaths to keep him on track. They were okay, they could do this.

Wilde’s breathing was beginning to even, but she could tell the pain from his leg was starting to bleed through the initial shock. She caught his eyes dilating, and a grunt escaped from low in his chest. Ahsoka just needed to keep him focused.

An explosion detonated from behind Wilde’s back, too close. They needed to move positions before they fell prey to the raining bombs.

“Wilde, how are we doing?’

“I-It hurts, sir.”

“I know, but let’s try see if we can move somewhere a bit more sheltered”-

Something whizzed by, too fast for her to comprehend, a loud boom-

Pain.

Her body was on fire, where- where was it coming from, she had to find it, had to stop it. Uneven gasps echoed in her montrals, before Ahsoka realized they were her own.

She had been thrown by the explosion. The view of the yellow sky from her back was oddly peaceful, but if she had landed here then where was Wilde?

Ahsoka pushed herself to her elbows, kriff that hurt, but she couldn’t see a clone trooper lying in the general vicinity.

Maybe he had gotten away from the blast?

Something sticky was leaking down her front. She moved to swipe it off, but her hand came away red. Was that her blood?

White specks seemed to be embedded in the dusty landscape. Something about them seemed alien to the planet.

Wa-Was that trooper armor?

Her eyes found what was left of Wilde lying in a heap. Nausea threatened to swallow her, and she gagged violently.

Not her blood then.

Ahsoka took a moment to hope he was marching far away, in a better place.

She was snapped back to reality by a wave of pain, the hurt intensifying sharply.

Her eyes scanned for the injury, glancing over her blood speckled arms, her torso, her leg-

Protruding white bone peeked out of her left shin.

Her act of kindness had been rewarded with a matching wound.

Something in Ahsoka just wanted to curl up and sob, she was so tired. Tired physically, tired of these stupid missions where good men went to die-

But her leg burned, like it was on fire.

She whimpered softly. The bombs were still raining down, but it was hard to care about that with the agony in her body.

Maybe she could just take a moment to rest-

 “Ahsoka.”

Anakin’s voice drifted into her haze of consciousness. How long had he been trying to get her attention?

Her eyes fluttered open, and she immediately regretted it.

Everything was too bright. She wanted her leg to stop throbbing because she couldn’t focus.

Ahsoka chanced a glance at the wound.

The bone was still jutting out of her leg unnaturally, but this time medics were perched around it. A low whine of pain escaped her.

Anakin’s eyes were wide with concern.

“Ahsoka, don’t look at it. Look at me.”

She wanted to shake her head and laugh because she knew that. She had just told Wilde that, and it had ended so well for him-

Ahsoka hated this war.

[bardofthursdays]

Geralt accidentally calls Jaskier Dandelion :))

Hey! This is the first fic I’ve posted on tumblr, I had this idea and just needed to write it down haha. There’s a bIT of angst on Jaskiers part but mostly fluff hehe, anyhoo hope you enjoy...

The bard really was a fucking idiot. Geralt thought to himself, watching him as he swatted at a bee, a hint of a smile on the witcher’s lips, he really didn’t smile often but when he was around Jaskier he often found he couldn’t help it.

“Are you alright, Jaskier?” He asked gruffly, the bard yelping as the bee flew closer.

“Yes, yes, it’s just a bEEeE” The man’s voice rose a few pitches as the bee smacked him in the face. In an instant he was running over to the witcher screaming “GERALT GeraLT HELP ME-” He then proceeded to trip over his own feet and fall flat on his face. Geralt chuckled at this, walking over to check he was ok. The smile was wiped from his face as the strong scent of blood hit him. 

“Jaskier” He hissed, rolling the bard over to assess his injuries. He sighed as he realized it was just a bloody nose. The bard sniffled, a tear falling, his sky blue eyes cloudy. He smelled of fear, genuine fear. Geralt wondered why a bee would garner such a reaction. The bard was braver than he looked, befriending a witcher was a sure sign of that. He may be an idiot, but he was tough, Geralt respected that. 

“I’m s-sorry I know I’m a w-wuss I just-” another tear fell as he sat up, wrapping his arms around his legs. The man was shaking. “When I was a child, I was stung by a bee, turns out I’m terribly allergic and I- well I almost died, I couldn’t breathe my throat closed up I-” He buried his face in his arms. A sob escaping his throat. The story reminded Geralt of the incident with the Djinn, sending a twinge of guilt down the witcher’s spine. After all it was his wish that had caused it. He put a hand on the bard’s shoulder wearily, soft blue eyes darting up to meet his.  “You aren’t a wuss, you are completely valid in feeling scared, especially after...” He couldn’t even say it.

“The Djinn” Jaskier finished wiping his eyes roughly as if his tears had betrayed him. “Gods Geralt I just-” Another sob escaped him, a wretched sound that grated at geralt’s heart until he couldn’t stand it anymore. He pulled the bard close, wrapping his arms around him protectively. 

“It’s ok, it’s going to be alright I promise, you know I’d never let any harm come to you- never again” He wasn’t sure why he was saying all this, his tongue loosened by the jarring sight of his bard crying. Jaskier shook violently, his face buried in Geralts shoulder. Waves of sadness were coming off of him, the scent overwhelming. He knew the man’s childhood had been rough, he may be a royal but that doesn’t mean he lived a cushy life. He never out and out said it but that was proof in itself. The fact that Jaskier never spoke of it showed the memories can’t be pleasant ones. Geralt was sure there was more to this bee story but he couldn’t focus enough to ask about it. The scent of sadness, pain and blood flooded his senses, he hated it. He didn’t process the words until they were out of his mouth. “Kind of funny, my Dandelion afraid of a bee” The bard stilled, looking up at him with red rimmed eyes. 

“wh- you” A smile broke out on the man’s face. Fuck, what did he just say “d-dandelion? YOUR dandelion? Geralt I never knew you cared” he said, smirking

“Shut up bard” he snapped, but, he did care, no matter how hard he tried not to. Jaskier of course paid no attention to his apparent anger, seeing right through it. It was so fucking obnoxious when he did that. He was smiling, tears still drying, bloody nose forgotten. Why was he acting like this? “What?” he snapped.

“Oh nothing, just, realized something. Anyway I’m injured terribly, I may not make it Geralt, I must be attended to immediatly.” The bard’s voice was thick with sarcasm and feigned sadness. Geralt rolled his eyes, why was he like this. Despite his annoyance, he got up, the bard whining as he unwrapped his arms. He turned to hide his smile, unsure of why the man wanting his touch made him so happy. He grabbed a cloth and some water from his bag. Kneeling in front of the Bard to start wiping away the blood. He could have easily done this himself but Geralt found he liked helping him. Once the blood was cleaned, he examined the nose, touching it gingerly. 

“It isn’t broken, I’m afraid you’ll live to see another day my friend” He said, biting back with his own sarcasm, something he never did before Jaskier. That’s how he’d started thinking of things, everything was before or after Jaskier, why did he change everything, how could one annoying bard change his entire life? He didn’t understand it. He noticed the bard was uncharacteristically quiet, staring down at his hands, hints of fear reappeared.

“What’s wrong Jaskier” he asked. The man slowly looked up, moving his hand to rest on top of Geralt’s. He inhaled sharply at the sudden display of affection. 

“Oh Geralt, you idiot” He whispered. Before he could retort, the Bard leaned forward, closing the gap between them. Soft, rosy lips pressed against his. His heart fluttered in his chest, frozen at first but slowly leaning into it. He laced his fingers behind the man’s neck, the soft hairs at the nape of his neck tickling him. As he began to kiss back, Jaskier groaned softly, breaking the kiss and resting his forehead against the witcher’s. “You have, no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that” The bard said, lacing his fingers into Geralt’s. 

“Me too” He admitted “I didn’t fully realize until now but-” He couldn’t bring himself to finish as those stupid blue eyes met his, flicking down to his lips in a motion probably undetectable to a human. But he noticed, and before he knew it he was pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his bard’s mouth, his cheekbone, his eyelashes, breathing in his familiar scent. He smelled of wildflowers and spices and fresh rain on grass. “What changed, how- how did you know?” He asked, tilting his chin up with his thumb.

“Well, no one’s called me Dandelion since- gods not since my m-” He paused smiling sadly “As you know my- my original name is not Jaskier, it seems you’ve worked out the translation, do you speak polish?- Oh who am I kidding of course you do” He sighed, seeming to realize he was rambling. “My mother used to call me Dandelion, I was always quite fond of the nickname and when it came time for a stage name it just seemed right” Geralt listened intently, this wasn’t just another one of his silly stories. He was actually telling him about his past. That showed a great amount of trust. Geralt pressed another soft kiss to his lips. Smiling. 

“I’m quite fond of it as well”

[dracosearlgreytea]

indelicate marks (5)

indelicate marks: chapter five - the first lesson

A/N: here is chapter five! if you have had enough patience to get to here i am very proud and i thank you for putting up with so many arguments haha but dont worry very soon we shall be getting to the juicy stuff! its only the beginning! lots of love - ivy 

warnings: language, pretty awful bullying, implications of suicidal thoughts, draco being mean, everyone is mean, but especially draco (im sorry)

lovely tags: @h-annahayy @okaydraco @fanficflaneuse

indelicate marks index 

Undeniably, you were utterly and completely terrified of Occlumency. The entire act of it threw you back into the Easter holidays of your previous year at Hogwarts. Hours and hours of having your parents force their way into your mind, digging through every memory and every thought. Every time it left you sobbing, shaking, begging for them to stop, often having to run to the bathroom and turn out your stomach. They were two strangers, really. You'd been a year old when they'd been sentenced to life in Azkaban. Two strangers, rummaging around in your head. You were equally terrified of having to let Draco rummage through it, too. After having counted down every day till your decided meeting, there was a slight tremor in your hand to compliment the nausea sitting in your stomach as you climbed the shifting stairs. You were grateful that everyone was in the Great Hall and wouldn't be able to see the direction you headed. Not that anyone would take notice. Not unless they'd found some new threats to hurtle at you, anyway. Although you tried very hard not to, you seemed to have taken up a new habit of paying attention to Draco and his ever worsening appearance over the past few weeks. It was as though he got more and more exhausted every day, and whilst you could feel a very similar phenomenon within yourself, the fact that Draco Malfoy was so concerned about... Whatever it was he was dealing with, was making you - as much as you loathed to admit it - worry. Not just for whatever chaos would surely ensue from it. Of course, it was bound to be related to the mark on his arm, which only made you worry more. What the hell had happened to him over the summer? Worrying about Draco and whatever his involvement with the Dark Lord was only seemed to make your own anxieties multiply. It was a spiral, a steep and downward spiral, that left you with that constant sick feeling. It was as though you were falling, slowly and quickly all at the same time. You had a million questions for him that you would never allow yourself to ask, and he would most certainly not ever answer, but they echoed in your mind into the night, keeping you tossing and turning in your bed. Did he take it willingly? No, surely not, or he wouldn't have been crying about it that time in the bathrooms. Would Draco have just let someone give him that mark? And who did? Does Voldemort have to give each Deatheater a mark individually? Oh, shit, what if I have to actually meet the Dark Lord? No, that doesn't make sense... On, and on. Hesitation overcame you as you finally arrived outside the classroom door and you had to take a deep breath to settle your nerves before you pushed it open. Dust shifted in the air as you entered, illuminated by the days last light, which flooded in through the broken, tinted windows. Desks still sat in rows, facing a chalkboard that would most likely never been used again, papers scattered and worn into the floor beneath your feet. "You're late." The drawl of an increasingly familiar voice still made you jump, and your eyes flicked to the edge of the room opposite you. You'd almost missed him, where he sat on the edge of a desk, partially hidden by the shadows. His wand hung from his fingers, and he flicked it up absentmindedly. "Colloportus." Behind you, the door clicked, locked. "Was that really necessary?" You muttered, edging away from the door, trying to ignore how the action made your heart rate increase. There was no escape. You were now locked in a room with Draco Malfoy - who, was about to delve into your most private thoughts - and was also a Deatheater.   He washed his grey gaze over you, eyes finally coming to meet yours piercingly, sending a small shiver down your spine. "Can't be too careful." He shrugged. Coming to stand a couple meters away from him, you inspected him, noting how pale he looked. More pale than usual. In fact, he looked as though he could have been sick.   "You look like you're about to fucking puke." Draco spoke again, monotone, snapping you back to the situation at hand as he withdrew. Looking you up and down, his lips dragged downward in a vague disgust. Feeling all too uneasy under his scrutiny, but passing off the feeling, you rolled your eyes. "Skip the niceties, by all means." Your mutter prompted him to smirk lightly, your gaze becoming all too focused on the way the corner of his lips then shifted upward. "I'm about to be inside your head. I wouldn't worry about niceties." Dread pooled in your gut at his blunt words, and you pulled your eyes away from him. Standing, he gave you another, rather condescending look. "You aren't about to puke, are you?" "No," You groaned, shooting him a glare. "Let's just - just get on with it." Draco only tightened his grip on his wand, adjusting his stance. "Clear your mind, and focus." Your chest was painfully tight, sending him a nod of acknowledgement. He seemed to take this as a prompt, as his wand came upward, and he spoke clearly. "Legilimens!" Panic flooded your being as his conscious plummeted into yours, thoughts loud and overbearing as you tried so hard to ignore them - but the feeling was overpowering, utterly overwhelming, and your parents voices were too loud in your ears again. Stop being so overemotional! Compartmentalise! It was too much.   The Forbidden Forest, third year. "Deatheaters like Dementors, don't they?" Laughs and shouts came from around you, their grips hard on your arms. They dragged you through the trees, your feet skimming over fallen branches, stopping you from struggling. You were shouting, protesting, but the grips were tightening more and more. There was a dip in the ground, and then you were falling, hitting the dirt with a thud and rolling over damp mud. "You'll be right at home with the Dementors. Mum and Dad ever talk about them?" Winded, you coughed, heaving as the cheers died down. Icy cold spread over your skin, the sound of deathly wheezing echoing in your ears. Footsteps, fell away and you ran your eyes over the lake - cloaked figures descending around you, predator to prey. You let out a choked sob, gripped with fear. Stumbling to your feet, you began to run, one of the vile creatures swooping in close. Your ears rang as it approached you, and the force of the kiss pushed you back to the ground. Terrified, you curled in on yourself, shivering and freezing. Just kill me, please, just kill me- Another dark blur, and then you were plunged into another setting before you could even attempt to take back an ounce of control. The Room of Requirement filled out around you, bursts of white light shooting across the room. Joy - it was such an unfamiliar feeling, but you welcomed it as your lips stretched into a grin. Hermione Granger shot you an equally wide smile as a bright, white otter swum around her, before jetting towards you, just missing you as your own patronus leaped up into the air. A laugh escaped your lips, echoing in your ears as you stared back at the creature, swiftly moving up, up, up, until - there was an awful shattering, the walls seeming to groan, lights flickering around you. The joy dissipated, and you were left with fear. Words scrawled across your hand, etched into your skin, burning. "Harry! Hey, Harry," You were in the hallway, now, after detention with Umbridge. The trio did not stop, Harry's head only turning briefly as you called. "I need to talk to you," You tried, rushing after them, and he finally stopped, only to spin and fix you with a stare. "It's over." He growled. "Stop making excuses. You told Malfoy, didn't you?" "No!" You begged. "How could you say it was me? You saw Cho-" "Don't bother talking to us again, Y/N." There was rage. A lot of rage, but it only simmered into a terrible self loathing, as you watched them walk away, burning inside. Smoldering. Before another memory could take the previous one's place, you threw yourself out of the memory violently. Stumbling away from him, you dropped to your knees, tears stinging your eyes. Bile burnt the back of your throat as gasping desperately for oxygen. That horrible feeling of rejection took a moment to fully fade, leaving you shivering and hiccuping as tears rolled down your cheeks. "Take your time." Draco sounded a lot closer than he was before, and you pushed yourself to sit upright. Dragging in long, deep breaths, your eyes shut as you wrapped your arms around your legs, curling in on yourself. Shockingly, he didn't have that usual taunt in his tone. When the dizziness finally passed, you dared to open your eyes, wiping your face and giving him a glimpse. Draco looked tense, features tight as he stared back at you. The look in his eye was intense - but other than that, you couldn't quite decipher what emotion it was reflecting. Before you could talk, he extended his hand, and you stared at it for a moment. The out of character act eased the knot of anxiety in your stomach, and you took it, allowing him to help pull you up off the floor, his eyes not leaving you once. Avoidant of that persistent gaze, you sighed. "What?" "What?" Draco raised an eyebrow. "If you've got something to say, then just bloody say it." You snapped, lips curling into a small frown. He continued to watch you, silent, for another second. "Why did you help Potter?" Draco asked, tone edged but not harsh. You blinked in surprise, lips forming a small frown. "What do you mean?" "You joined that group." He stated, as though his question had a very obvious answer. "Why? You get treated like shit by Mudbloods." Hesitating, you faltered, struggling to put words together as he continued to search your expression. "I - I guess I had something to prove," You began, carefully, narrowing your eyes at Draco. His eyes were piercing, brow furrowed with his arms crossed across his chest. "Why do you care, anyway?" "I don't." He spoke, quick, cold. "It just seems idiotic." A spark of anger flickered in your chest, and you tensed your jaw, head shifting to the side ever so slightly. "I don't need your input on my choices, Malfoy." You spoke low, warning, his eyes lighting up as his lips pulled into a small sneer of amusement at your tone. "No, I'm intrigued," Draco pushed, a cruel look flushing over his features. "Tell me why you'd want to fight for the side that took your family away from you." "Shut up." The anger was simmering, breathing shallow as you stared at him. "You really want to save the people that carved up your arm? Fed you to Dementors?" That smirk was vile as it crawled upon his lips, eyes set on you as you struggled to keep your emotions at bay, tears now stinging your eyes. "You don't know what the fuck you're talking about." "Because as much as you try to, you're not going to get away from it." The grey in his eyes was cold, the smile falling, leaving him with a dead look that chilled you to the bone. "You're always going to be the daughter of two murderers." Ripping your wand out of your pocket, you flung a wordless spell towards him - he managed to react quickly, throwing himself out the way. The spell, instead, hit the wall, leaving the brick black and singed. Draco gaped, eyes wide, from you to the wall. "That could have killed me!" "You're pathetic." You spat, hot with fury. "You will never, never, understand what it's like to not have a choice." Something flickered in his eyes, and his features pulled in painfully tight. You faltered. You'd never seen him look so angry, except for perhaps the first time you'd seen him in the bathrooms. "You think I had a choice?" Draco hissed, eyes stormy as he glared at you. "You think I fucking wanted this? If I don't do this - my mother will die, I will die!" A terrible silence fell between you. Breathing shallow and heart hammering in your chest, you stared at him, horror settling in your chest. Draco seemed to be just as stunned, shoulders rising and falling harshly, rage still echoing in his now fallen expression. "Do what?" Your voice trembled as you spoke. His eyes darted away from you, before he became vacant again. "It's none of your business." He grumbled, stalking toward the door. "We're done for today." "Draco-" But he had already unlocked the door with the flick of his wand, and you came to stand in the doorway as he strode out the room, vanishing into the darkness of the corridor.

[sohin-ace]

Jotaro - Lonely

This is cross-posted from Wattpad and available on AO3. This is an old work, the writing has improved ever since.

Enjoy~

The bell rang, signaling the end of morning classes. You gathered your things, and took your bento with you as you were heading out of the classroom. Some of your female classmates called out to you.

"Hey Y/N! You come eat with us?"

"Ah, not today, sorry! I'm eating with someone else." you said to your friends sheepishly.

They came closer to you to not raise their voice and attract attention to their next words, as they may provoke some crazy fangirls.

"Are you eating with Jojo again?" the first one dead panned.

"Jeez, I really don't get what you see in him. I mean he's hot, but that's it." the other added.

"Yeah, he's an asshole, and violent too, and knowing you, you wouldn't even hang with a guy like that even if he was Mr. Worldwide Handsome."

You frowned at their words. You liked these girls a lot and they usually were sweethearts, but you hated when they acted like that. Disrespectful and judgmental.

"Hey, if you hate him that's on you, but please don't disrespect him to my face..." you said softly but sternly. Seeing the upset look on your face, they felt bad.

"I'm sorry Y/N, but really, we don't understand what you like about that guy."

"We're worried about you, you know? What if he does something to you, or gets you in trouble? Did you know he sent Kowasaki-kun to the hospital?"

"And you remember how he told Sayaka-chan off when she confessed to him? She cried for weeks! No respect for women, that guy!"

You understood their concerns, but you started to get tired of all this. You turned to face them properly and snapped.

"How dare you, you don't even know him to judge, maybe if you gave him a chance and tried to actually talk to him face to face, maybe you'll know what's so good about him. He may look intimidating, but he's the nicest guy I've ever met with the purest heart, and he doesn't talk shit about people..."

The girls fell silent, guilt obvious on their faces. You continued on your rant as other students that walked by or entered the classroom, stopped to listen to the whole drama happening.

"Put yourself in his shoes for one sec. If people kept staring at me, followed me all the damn time, spread rumors about me, and started fights with me, I'd want to skip school too and not talk to anyone either. Learn to know people before you make assumptions. And stop cutting him in front of my own two eyes. You damn know he's my friend." you finished with venom in your voice.

You didn't know but this whole time, a very tall edgy boy was waiting outside the classroom, listening to the whole conversation. He had a tiny smile on his lips. He was gone before you could get out of the classroom and notice him.

As you walked away, the people who witnessed the whole scene were astonished by your rant. Some of them also felt guilty, along with your two friends. After all you were right. People kept judging Kujo Jotaro, but who could actually say they knew him? He had a reputation, yes, that's for sure, but nobody actually tried to approach him and check for themselves.

The only ones who tried were thirsty fangirls who only cared for his looks and body, and either ended up hating his harsh personnality, or just got even more turned on by getting insulted by him.

You walked up the stairs, on your way to the rooftop where your tall friend was probably waiting for you. You took a deep breath to calm down your nerves, but you couldn't help the pang of sadness in your heart.

Why were people so mean? To insult Jotaro so freely, only judging the book by its cover, and trying to get you away from him like he was the black plague or something.

As you got there and opened the heavy metal doors, you were greeted by the stone look of your lunch buddy.

"Hi Jojo!" you put on a fake smile, trying to forget the ordeal "Did you wait long? Sorry!" you stepped towards him.

He didn't say anything, just scooted a little further from where he was sitting, a silent invitation for you to sit beside him which you did.

You both opened your lunchboxes and he noticed how little you actually packed. Only some veggies and a salad.

"Vegan?" he asked with his deep voice. Startling you a bit.

"What? Ah no, I uh.. I'm trying to lose some weight haha..." you admitted blushing a little, scratching the back of your neck "It's embarassing."

"Bullshit." he commented while taking some meat from his own cutely prepared bento -bless you Holly- and giving it to you, putting it in your own box.

"Eat. I'm not dealing with your anemic ass again".

You blushed at the nice gesture as you muttered a little 'Thank you'. He actually remembered your little health condition. You only mentioned it once when you felt particularly dizzy, but he actually paid attention and cared.

That's exactly what you were talking about. If people saw this side of him, they would never even glare at him. They would know how sweet and caring he was.

You fixed your skirt after you finished eating, and stared mindlessly at his wandering blue gaze. He always seemed like he couldn't care less what other people thought of him, but you wondered how he felt deep down.

It must be so lonely, being rejected by everyone.

He noticed your staring, and looked back into your sad eyes. Before you could break contact he asked.

"What's wrong?"

You didn't want to talk about negative stuff and spoil the calm mood, so you just shrugged it off and told him it was nothing important, but he pressed further.

"Tell me what's going on." In fact, he knew exactly what happened, but he wanted you to actually tell him. See how you were going to word it.

You knew you couldn't win against him when he was like this. You let out a tiny chuckle as you gave up.

"Jojo... Don't you feel lonely sometimes?" you paused a bit to let you both think. "Even if you pull out that strong exterior, I can imagine how it must feel. People talking dirty all the time, being the center of the attention, having a bad reputation, being assaulte-"

"I'm not lonely." He cut you off as he heard enough.

"Huh?" your eyes widened in disbelief.

"I don't need anyone's validation anyway."

You still wore a painful expression on your face. It was like you were carrying all his pain for him. To be honest, you'd rather wear that burden on your shoulders than him.

"But Jojo..." your voice cracked and you stopped talking. Not trusting your voice anymore as tears welled up in your eyes.

"Yare yare daze.. Why are you the one crying?" he then wrapped his strong arm around your shoulders and pulled you against him so you could cry freely on his chest.

"Because... Because you never cry Jotaro! Are you okay?" you managed to say between sobs.

It amused him how you were the one to ask if he was okay when you were the one sobbing. He'll never admit, but he was actually grateful to have such a caring friend, that will cry in his stead and stand up for him, even if he didn't need any of that.

Also, he thought it was cute how emotional you could be just for him. Sometimes he wondered if he even deserved you.

"Stop worrying so much about me. Worry more about yourself. Good grief your empathy will kill you one day." He took out a handkerchief and proceeded to wipe your face roughly making even more of a mess, like an inexperienced dad.

"Pffft Jotarbbrrbrprpr Staapppbbrbrpbrrb pfffft" you desperatly asked him to stop since he was harshly scrubbing your face and spreading your snot and tears all over your skin.

You just grabbed his wrist and cleaned yourself properly this time, your composure returning.

"...I heard everything back there." he suddenly started after you calmed down in his arms.

"Heard what?"

"What you said about me to those girls in the classroom."

You got up from you leaning position against him and looked at his face with wide eyes. "You were there?"

He nodded, his deep blue eyes soft on your own. He was so beautiful. The more you looked at him, the more handsome he seemed. You could only reciprocate his look as you apologized.

"I'm sorry you had to hear those horrible things they said about you... They're not bad people, they just... misunderstand you."

You tried to justify your friends' behavior to reassure him, but the male didn't give two shits if your friends meant what they said or not, all he saw right now, is how pure of heart you were.

To try and make your classmates look good even when they were openly rude. The way you defended him back then, and how you defended the girls now. How you didn't see the bad in people and only highlit their qualities.

He didn't even notice that he was running his hand to the side of your head and brushing your beautiful hair. God he was so enamored with you.

Lonely? Him? How could he ever feel lonely with someone as magnificent as yourself by his side?

You grabbed his hand gently in your own small one with a soft pink hue tinting your cheeks. Words were needless. These small ministrations of love said everything for you both. Slowly you approached the hand that you were grabbing and gently placed your lips on his wrist in a angelic, feathery kiss.

He shuddered as his cheeks lit up at the pleasurable feeling. You were so cute, he couldn't help but respond by cupping your cheeks and kissing your lips in a silent confession.

If only people knew this side of him.

This was inspired by and old friend of mine. He had the reputation of a violent delinquent, and people didn't like me being around him. Even the teachers called my parents to tell me to stop hanging out with him. I tried my hardest to convince everyone that he was very kind and polite and with the nicest heart. Nobody believed me obviously. Funny thing though, my parents loved him!

[derireo]

Omi x Izumi Parenting HCS

i’m reposting, but not deleting the original one so that the anon can see i did it lol

Okay, so like. Obviously Omi is the mom and Izumi is the dad. Omi cooks, cleans, makes sure the kids have everything they need for school/daycare and is at the top of the contact list if something happens. Izumi only drives the kids to where they need to be and then dips because she's always going to work or is stressed and just needs to go home and rest.

Omi is a super loving parent, but is strict. Back in his acting days he may have been more lenient with the boys, but he had to put his foot down with his own children. He was very protective and he was worried he would lead them down the wrong path if he didn't teach them the lessons that he learned very late in to his life.

Izumi? Well. She's kind of a fun parent. Very goofy around the kids and Omi loves it, but they don't understand her humor! Also since Omi is too nice to tell her to stop making curry, their kids literally asked her to stop once they were able to properly formulate a sentence lmao.

Omi changes the diapers!!

Izumi gives the baths!!

Also did I forget to mention that when Izumi gave birth like, Omi full on sobbed when the baby came out. He was ugly crying and Izumi had to console him despite having her body absolutely destroyed by a tiny human life form?? She was so annoyed lol Omi had to come by the next day with some treats so that she wouldn't stay mad.

Izumi at first was super protective of their kid; wouldn't even let Omi hold them sometimes haha

But then at some point, after getting really tired of breast feeding bc it hurt and always being too tired to change diapers or burp the baby, she eventually handed their kid to Omi much to his delight

First baby is coddled hella!!!! Second baby is coddled hella!!!! Third baby??? Coddled hella!!!!

Izumi and Omi just keep going at it y'all someone needs to teach them about condoms.

Anyways, the kids are probably sheltered for a good part of their lives, but with Izumi's coaxing, Omi eventually lets them have more fun and lets them do more daring stuff like walk to school by themselves.

Both Omi and Izumi are supportive parents and let their children participate in whatever extracurricular they want. Let them wear whatever, listen to whatever, and feel whatever. They're 100% behind their kids and only wish that they become comfortable in their own skin and become their own person.

Of course, there may be things they will be against or reluctant about. What if their kid wants to become a clown?? What is the proper response to that??

The teenage years are hectic. Once their child has grown and has their own ideals, it gets a little difficult. Parents and children have differing outlooks when it comes to the world and the society. I'm hoping the family is unproblematic

Izumi loses her temper faster than Omi does, but never shouts. She tends to hug herself and mull things over in her head when she's in an argument with her teenage kid, trying to understand things from their perspective and see what she can do to compromise. As much as she wants to, she never runs away. She could never do that.

Omi is more patient, but it feels worse when their kid is arguing with him than their mom. He is all smiles, sad smiles, warm eyes, disappointed eyes. He never shouts.

There were two instances where he did though. The time when one of their kids were starting to get into a violent rebel phase without them knowing, but came home one day all beat up and bloody.

The other time when one of the kids got into a fight with Izumi and made her cry; and Izumi never cries. When Omi went to see what was happening and saw the tears that she was quickly wiping away with her sleeves while their kid looked angry and agitated, he couldn't help the booming voice that left him and effectively startled everyone in the household.

It wasn't the correct response to such a situation, and everyone apologised to each other after they all calmed down.

Holidays?

Never heard of 'em.

Just the regular Halloween and Christmas, but no other holidays are celebrated in the household. Mother's Day and Father's Day never comes up, but their kids always try to find something nice to give them.

Birthdays are also not a big thing at home. It was when the kids were babies, but they gradually stopped when they got much older. They would let their kids celebrate their birthday with friends and give them a small gift or a cake.

Anywho, for the most part, the Fushimi/Tachibana residence is a very quite one, but everyone is happy and very well loved!

Once the kids start moving out to live their own life, both Omi and Izumi are very sad, but are way too excited for when they come back to show them how they fare with their own relationships and families!!!!!

[jimlingss]

Thank you, everyone, for your words of encouragement. In this short amount of time, I’ve been absolutely overwhelmed with messages of support. I want to reassure you all that I’m by no means as hurt as some of you think, or at least not after so much kindness. I’ve always encouraged all kinds of feedback!! From compliments to constructive criticism. And I’m (supposedly) an Adult™, so I can definitely take someone’s opinion.

Regardless, thank you to everyone who reached out to me. I want to respond to each and everyone of you under this post so I don’t flood other people’s dashes.

Anonymous said: about the anon who said your fics lack emotion, hmm i wouldn't quite agree tbh, i remember reading tears of a villian and deadass crying, it hurt me so much!! also, in "fall in hatred" their feeling are so well portrayed and i could understand why they acted a certain way! to conlclude, there is always some space for constructive criticism but your stories, are to me, something very attentively built and created, it's apparent that you completely enjoy writing, I can feel your enthusiasm!!

--to that anon; pls don't get this wrong way but it's just the way I see it and I've read quite a lot till now

nah deadass crying isn’t good enough anymore, anon. You have to be keening and violently sobbing until you’re brought into the ER for my fics to be considered to have emotion. lol I’m only kidding, thank you for the message.

peachiest-hun said: To that anon who said your work lacked emotions, I beg to differ! I have read Jungle Park so many times I know at exactly which chapter when the heavy angst starts happening and I read those parts when I just want to have a good cry (I still cry every. single. time)! Also Head Over Heels to Hell, The Colour of Our Voices, Love So Shallow (because I so relate with OC), and many more have given me the FEELS (happy and sad ones). 1/2

So what I'm trying to say is that Jimlingss is doing a great job in her craft. She does deliver emotions in her work and the reason I love it so much is that it's SUBTLE and not completely in your face. Sometimes emotions that are subtle and they hit you slowly, but powerfully it hurts even more for me. On another note, I'm loving Sugar and Coffee. In times of darkness which are often these days, I have something to look forward to every week to keep me motivated. So thank you Jimlinggs! 2./2

Istg Jungle Park is one of the most unexpectedly beloved fics on my blog but I love it hahaha I can’t believe you’ve read it to the point of knowing what chapter is what though. that’s an honour. There’s definitely stories of mine that are less subtle than others, but I’m glad that you enjoy the latter of them too :’) Thank you.

Anonymous said: This is my first time ever leaving a message on someone’s tumblr, but I just felt that I HAD to after reading that anon’s comment about your stories lacking emotion. I wholly disagree (in the nicest way possible, not throwing any shade at anyone). I’ve read all of your fics (for the past two years) and I look forward to when you release new material (the highlight of my Mondays right now after I come home from working at a clinic). Your stories have really lifted my mood during this pandemics an

Anonymous said: Sorry for that long tangent. Don’t even know if I made sense. You don’t have to respond to any of this, but you deserve to hear some positive words as well.

Oh my god. Did I just take your tumblr-message virginity? asdfghjkl I’m kidding. but thank you for reaching out to me. I can’t believe you’ve been around for such a long time and that I’m a part of your Monday routine :’) 

Anonymous said: OK that ask about "constructive criticism" was def imo RUDE. You don't just anonymously go into someone's asks and bluntly tell an author that their fics "lack emotion". That is not the way to encourage someone to improve and continue to work hard. That's just flat out mean. That person clearly doesn't care about your feelings or the fact that you write and share your stories for FREE for us to enjoy. I love your stories and appreciate what you've shared with us. Thank you for your hard work ❤️

I like to give the benefit of the doubt to anons and anyone sending me a message online in general. God knows there were times I meant well but it was received wrongly. But anyway, my mind was more boggled than I was hurt, that’s one thing for sure.

joonie-mono said: + it was called love so shallow which genuinely made me see myself in a character, but my point was that your writing has a specific feel to it, it's made me laugh and cry (His Name personally killed me :] ) and that's my opinion. You and your writing are amazing and I'm sorry but that anon was just so wrong.

oof bringing out the evidence. be my attorney please.

Anonymous said: As someone who has read your entire masterlist (and going through it again) i will have to wholeheartedly disagree with that anon. The way you portray SO many emotions in your fics is *chefs kiss* and I honestly thought that the ones that “lack emotion” were meant to be that way, with an open ending, the idea that their love just started, soo.... yeah, I’ll have to disagree.

There are definitely stories of mine that are a bit looser on romance. Such as Kitchen Romance, The President’s Son, The Heiress’ Son, Arcadia, etc. But I have a loooot of fics that are quite emphasized in either despair/sadness or cute fluff.

ladyartemesia said: ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! I am here to disrespectfully disagree with anon who probably doesn’t write effing ANYTHING and has no idea what it takes to produce the content you do. I have followed for months and I’m still not through your masterlist BECAUSE reading your stories is a bloomin EMOTIONAL EVENT. When I read Brass and Strings, I LOST A WHOLE DAY. Like I was so into it, my DAY was gone. Anon is prolly salty there isn’t more smut I guess. That’s whatever for them. (Part 1)

It’s subtle, deep, meaningful, and incredible and you’re one of my favorite authors. I can’t FOR A SECOND let that comment go cause it’s RIDICULOUS. You’re literally so gifted. You don’t need to change a thing. Every artist, no matter their medium, should continue to improve. So in that sense I wish you all the growth in the world as you work towards the perfection of your craft. BUT SERIOUSLY you’re an incredible writer. That anon is loony. I’m so sorry you had to even read those crazy words.

As I answer these messages, it’s starting to feel like I’m the third party mediator of a dispute and all y’all are just HAMMERING it to this anon, LOL. I’m not sure if the anon is necessarily requesting for more smut but if they are, they might be happy this Friday (*COUGH spoiler for those actually reading my responses)

Anyway, you’re too kind. thank you. I am definitely not as hurt as I was earlier.

((and tbh you’re hilarious, you’re actually making me laugh irl))

krystle1990 said: Woah!! Ok first that Anon is absolutely crazy. I literally stalk your page for new work being put out! I probably blow up your notifications daily. I've never been disappointed in any of your work. You always give a heads up if it will take time for the characters to realize their feelings which I absolutely love. It always leaves me ready for the next part and I am glued to my phone with every update. You're amazing and I can't wait to see how you grow with your work. 💜😘

ASDFGHJKL PLEASEEE if it’s someone who’s worried about blowing up notifications, it’s me. To those who have notifications on I sincerely can’t fathom how often I blow up people’s phones. I digress, I always give out warnings to keep people patient since I know slow burn can be excruciating haha thank you for the message.

kigurumu said: Also just want to add that saying you have good intentions or "don't mean to be mean" does not cancel out whatever offensive thing you just said. IT WILL STILL RUDE. Not saying all negative feedback is bad. Criticism can be hard to take no matter how it's phrased, but telling a writer to be more like another writer is like telling them their style isn't good enough which is NOT helpful. Your writing is your own. If the anon wants to read fics that are like gukyi's, they can read gukyi's fics 🙄

Also I've been waiting until Sugar and Coffee is done so I can binge it all at once but avoiding spoilers from all the asks is so hard haha! I keep seeing all these good things about it and I'm SO tempted to just read it now but I've already waited this long so I don't wanna give up kfnrjrofvjskdh guess I'll reread your other fics in the meantime

The message was fine on its own but I think dragging in another writer at the end was definitely not ok. When will comparing writers end. But regardless, gukyi and I are cool with one another - i mean we wrote 100k together so it’s gonna have to take a reverse Zuko arc for us to be on bad terms lol

Anyway, oooh you’re one of those bingers. Can’t say I blame you cause I love binging myself, so it’s understandable for readers to wait till the series is over. and since you were so kind in following up your original message with two more and expressing so much appreciation for me :’), I’ll let you know that the finale of Sugar and Coffee will be posted by July 20th! by then, the entire series will be completed. 

Anonymous said: Tbh i think that neither you nor that anon is wrong. Some people like it more romanticised and cheesy, some people dont. I believe that your stories are more on the realistic side of life. People (whom your characters represent) cant always be cheesy and passionate for love, there are other things in life! Maybe you're just the type who's too realistic for any hopeless romantic things like i am and it's fine. Not all writers can write dramatic romance

Tbh, I agree. It’s a matter of opinion and there’s no one wrong in the fight of opinions. As I’ve said many times on my blog, the cringe factor varies between person to person. What someone might think is fluffy is absolutely cringey to another. What someone might think is a good amount of fluff is not enough for someone else. I’ve written a lot. And I’ve made sure to add lots of variations between the amount of romance in my stories. Indeed, some are definitely more subtle and “realistic” while others are completely cheesy and makes me gag from the amount of sugar in it lol I just think the anon should take a look at more of my stories before coming up with such a conclusive opinion.

Anonymous said: I’ve been reading your fics for over a year now and religiously follow updates every week. Why? Because they make me feel something whether it be joy from fluff or grief from angst. I’ll remember a story of yours months after I first read it and return to it just to feel those emotions again. I understand that emotional responses are usually subjective but I think that anon needs to read your works again, because they sure are missing out.

I replied to that anon that they should check out more of my fics and then come back to tell me if they haven’t changed their minds, so I don’t know if they’re missing out or not lol

I don’t expect my stories to elicit emotional responses or fanatic feedback for everyone. God knows there’s been other people’s writing styles that just didn’t resonate with me no matter how hard I tried to read their stories. But all I ask is that people try. It’s fine if you give up halfway but at least try reading. That’s fair to ask, right?

[official-michael-afton]

We met in a Sonic parking lot

I wanted to write out something of how Mikey and @animdude-official first met... I accidentally made it more sad then I meant to but the ending is just as chaotic and gay as their relationship so AYY

Content warnings: PTSD and traumatic flashbacks, dissociation, unintentional self harm(staying in cold for too long). Read at your own risk!

It was cold. Colder than it normally was for 2 in the morning, at least. Mike sighed, tugging on the sleeves of his hoodie as if that’d offer him any more heat. When had he even gone outside? Why? He was running from something- he never goes out at 2am unless something’s causing him distress, but he can’t even remember what it was this time. Same trauma, probably? … He should probably go to therapy. Guess it didn’t matter, though. The zombie looked around, trying to figure out where he wandered off to in his spell of dissociation. Downtown Hurricane, in the parking lot of… a Sonic. Huh. Well that’s… new.

“What am I even doing…” He murmured to himself as he sat down on the concrete divider between asphalt and grass, observing how each breath he took let out a small puff of condensation. He didn’t even realize how cold he was until he looked down at his hands, observing how violently they shivered. For some reason, this made him get… mad? He tried to force his muscles to relax, but he kept shivering. Ugh, stupid body! Can it EVER do anything right?! … Can he ever do anything right?!

“Dammit…” Michael hissed at his eyes warmed up- heated by tears that started to roll down his cheeks. Why was he crying?! He wasn’t even sad, if anything he was angry! The more he got furious at himself, the more tears welled up and fell. His chest heaved as he fell into near hyperventilation, letting out one small yell of frustration before throwing his head down and holding it with his hands.

Small gasps of air before sobs echoed around him, the surrounding area might as well have faded to black as he fell out of touch with reality once again. No, no, not here, he can’t break here, not somewhere he can be vulnerable to robbery or worse…

He pulled his hands away from his head enough to look down at his hands. His shivering hands. His hands. That’s how he can ground himself, by observing what’s going on around him… what’s the exercise? 5 4 3 2 1?

5 things he can see.

His hands- His shivering hands. There’s one… the hoodie he wears all the time and really needs to wash… the old sneakers he wore- worn and scuffed but still good… the asphalt of the parking lot… the body before him-

No- NO! He’s NOT going back there! He refuses. He refuses. He won’t remember that night. He’s not there now, he’s not. He’s in a dumb parking lot. He won’t remember. Not here, not now.

4 things he can hear.

His breathing- uneven, but he’s still breathing. Unlike her- NO, NO! Next one! He can hear the faint plips as his tears fell onto the ground below him… the soft hum or an airplane far over him… the cars that drove in the parking lot, not knowing they were in the alley behind the diner-

“STOP!!!” He yelled to himself, pushing those memories back to the back of his mind, He’s NOT there, he’s NOT that child that found the body of his best friend, he’s in a GODDAMN SONIC PARKING LOT.

3 things he can feel.

The curls in his hair as he tugged at his locks again- The rain that soaked them to the bone- How cold her skin was.

“No… Please…” No matter where he tried to look, his mind was still in that alleyway. He wasn’t this adult anymore; he was a child again. He wasn’t himself. He was… staring at Charlie. They were young- he couldn’t remember how old. It was too late to save her. She was still wearing that green bracelet… the security puppet wrapped around her, soaked to the point of being broken.

2 things he can smell.

Metal. Metal. He knew what it really was, but it smelt JUST LIKE METAL.

1 thing he can taste.

METAL METAL M̴E̴T͜AL M̶E̸͢T͠A͜L̷ M̴̴̡E̶͠͠͏͟T̨͟͡͡Ą̧́͞L̶̷̕҉̶

“Um- a-are you okay?”

… That wasn’t her voice… it wasn’t his either… what?

Mike looked up, eyes wide in shock at the presence suddenly beside him. There was some adult looking down at him, looking… almost scared? Oh, they must see the body…

… Wait. No… there wasn’t some random adult that found them. No, no, that’s- that’s because he’s not… he’s not back there. He’s in the stupid Sonic parking lot… he’s not a child anymore, he grew up…

Wait. Shit. He was asked a question.

“Oh- u-um-” Mike stammered, wiping the tears from his eyes as he tried to keep his spirit in his body. Memories threatened to flood back and bring him to those awful places again, but he forced a smile while he fought. Fought to stay grounded and not make this stranger worry. “Haha, s-sorry, was I making a scene? I’m a dramatic lil dork~”

The stranger took a step back, eyes wide. Wait, what? No, Mike put on the cute act to calm them, not scare them more. Why did they look scared? What did he do wrong? Fuck, no, he can’t let his shell crack, this never happens he’s supposed to pass as FINE why can’t he JUST BE FINE-

“Do… um… do-do you want to get some milkshakes?” They pointed to the Sonic, offering a wary smile.

… What. They’re… being nice… but why? Didn’t Michael scare them? Aren’t they afraid- or at least revolted by how- how he was in the middle of a breakdown?

… and yet, them being here kept him HERE and not that alley…

“A-Are you sure? I mean- you- w-we don’t- um… know each other?”

“Well, um…” They scratched the back of their head, fumbling just as much as Mike to think of the right words. “You just… s-seemed to be uh- a little upset by yourself, I-I just thought… you know.”

They were… kind. And not the sinister type of kind that someone with bad intentions would be. It was like trying to make friends on the first day of school, in a way. They were both shy “… I don’t have any cash on me…”

“I have a- a few dollars, if you really want something?” They smiled, and Mike’s heart skipped a beat. Woah. That was… weird. All it took was smile for this person to go from a random dude to something almost like a magnet, drawing Mike in.

He probably shouldn’t say yes, but… “Well, i-if you’re okay with paying.”

An order placed. Vanilla with caramel for them. Extra dark chocolate for Mike. Payment, delivery, and now they both sat on that concrete divider. Just… sitting. Drinking. It was cold outside, too cold for angels to fly, too cold for milkshakes… but how could Mike turn down a milkshake? It was… oddly comforting.

“Y-You know, most people don’t… don’t like the cold, b-but its… nice, at this hour.” The stranger spoke again, trying to start a conversation.

Mike felt numb from the cold, but… it was far better than the breakdown he was having earlier. He decided to keep the conversation going. “It’s quiet… helps you think, right?”

“Yeah! You- You get it!” They smiled, seeming genuinely happy to connect with him. “Like- how the stars get clear and you can see them- a-a-and how it’s almost- like another world!”

“Mhm…” Mike took another sip of his shake before fiddling with the straw. “I’m… I’m Michael, by the way.”

They smiled, that same smile that made his heart skip a beat again. “Michael… I’m Anim- well, Scott… Well- I- uh-”

“You use two names, I guess?” Mike looked up at the other.

“We-Well, most call me Anim… it’s just- you know- my family calls me Scott, h-haha…”

… There was something weird about how he said that. Not a nickname thing, that was normal. But… there was something in the tone. The way he tried to laugh it off… it was like how Mike always tried to laugh off his trauma. … Of course, of course he’s hiding something hurting him. No mentally sane man would be in a Sonic parking lot at 2 in the morning, buying milkshakes for some stranger… was this Anim like Michael? … Maybe that’s something he can bring up later.

“… My brother’s name is Scott.” Mike decided to just keep the small talk going, not wanting to lose the friend he just made by prying too much. “He goes by “Red” though, not “Anim”, so that’s funny how you both have nicknames.”

“Oh, y-you have a brother? That’s neat!” Anim seemed to relax, probably grateful that Mike didn’t pry into the name business. “I um- don’t have a uh- any siblings, b-but! I have 3 kids, so there- there’s that!”

“Oh, you’re a dad? That’s awesome! I always wanted kids…” Mike trailed off, smiling at the fantasy of starting his own family one day…

“Well, if you want, um, i-if you don’t want to- to go home tonight, I can let you st-stay over at our house?” Anim asked gently, as if hesitant… probably wondering if it’s appropriate to ask something to someone who’s practically a stranger.

“… Pff, wow, you’re uh… awfully trusting of bringing a stranger to your family… how do you know I’m not some- some serial killer or something?”

He shrugged “You… don’t seem like that type, o-or something. I don’t know. I don’t just… want to leave you here when-” as he spoke, he moved a hand to gently pat Mike on the shoulder, but almost immediately pulled it away “O-Oh my gosh, you’re freezing-!” Before Mike could argue, Anim had already grabbed his free hand, holding it tightly as Mike saw the way his pupils visibly shrunk in shock “You- You’re like ice! How long were you out here-?!”

“I… don’t know…” Mike admitted shamefully, glancing off to the side. He stopped feeling cold forever ago, he just felt numb now. But, with the way his hand was held, he felt nothing but warmth…

“Oh no, o-oh no, I shouldn’t have kept y-you out here- c-c’mon, I need to get you somewhere warm, m-my house isn’t far from here, you can stay and warm up!”

Michael almost said no. How could accept such a kind offer from someone he didn’t know? How could he trust this stranger who may not have good intentions? How could he…

Yet, the warmth he felt when the other held his hand… this was a warmth he was determined to protect with his life.

“Okay, if it’s alright, then- aH-” He yelped when Anim grabbed him rather suddenly, literally sweeping him off his feet and carrying him, making sure his jacket was wrapped around them both before hurriedly carrying him back to his home. There was certainly an urgency in his step- was he worried Mike would freeze to death? How strange… to have so much trust in each other when they just met, it shouldn’t be how it works. He should feel cold- afraid- distant…

And yet, all he felt was warmth.

[5am-the-foxing-hour]

“I uhh…I don’t really know how to explain really. Not in a way that makes sense at least.” Cole said, scratching the back of his neck.

“Try.” Jordan pressed, arms still folded as she glared at him with an intensity that could have killed him if possible.

“Well…"well it…it happened after I graduated high school. I was out with friends, we were celebrating since I was the first out of all of us to graduate along with being the youngest.” He started.

“And?” Jordan pried, refusing to move from her current stance.

“We were heading to a party after dinner and I had noticed somebody from the restaurant was there too, but I hadn’t said anything. It’s not like it was weird to see him, it was still early evening and there were plenty of other people out and about  at the time.”

Cole sighed, “Then I saw him at the party. Found out from someone passing by that he was one of the hosts. I did my best to avoid him without making it obvious.” He said.

“Why?” Ashley asked him.

“Something seemed off about him. He stood with an air of arrogance, but he had a dark undertone to it. Every time I saw him he would be conversing with one of the guests but he always kept his eyes locked on the crowd. The look in his eyes seemed almost predatory.” He explained, “I made eye contact with him a few times and the look in them was chilling. Guy looked dead inside and angry, but he had this smug look the whole time as well. As if he had gotten away with something, or he was about to.” He told them.

“What does this have to do with you drinking from a blood bag?” Jordan snapped.

“I’m getting to that.” Cole retorted, “Anyway, I left the party a while later with my friend, he was drunk as hell and I wanted to make sure he got home safe, especially since his place was on the way to mine.”

“I dropped him off at his place, made sure he made it to bed, then left. I kept my phone in my hand since it was late.” He told them.

The two girls nodded for him to continue.

“At one point I heard footsteps behind me, but every time I turned around nobody was there so I chalked it up to being paranoid.” He paused for a second.

“They started getting louder, but there was still nobody there. I went to cross the street something grabbed my hood and yanked me back with a force that sent me crashing into the brick wall a few feet behind me.” He said, still able to recall how out of breathe he felt when his body hit the wall.

“I couldn’t see him at first, the street light and his hood cast a shadow on his face. It wasn’t until he picked me up by my neck that I got a closer look and realized it was the guy from the party.”

“’Boss is gonna kill me for this’ He had said, next thing I knew his eyes were red and I felt the worst pain I had ever felt shoot through my neck. It was a burning, white hot pain that spread from my neck through out the rest of my body. I felt like I was burning alive, but I also felt so cold, as if I was freezing to death as I burned.” He stopped for a second, “I don’t remember much of what happened after that. I woke up at home feeling incredibly thirsty.”

’His throat burned as he sat up. Every time he swallowed it felt as though he had eaten sandpaper. He felt dizzy as he stood. Everything seemed clearer to him. Sharper too.

He didn’t remember coming home last night or going to bed for that matter. He must have been too drunk to remember, but that wouldn’t explain why he could see so clearly. He’s been drunk before, and he specifically remembered not being able to see clearly due to hangovers.

Heading downstairs he could hear the birds outside. They were much louder than they usually were. Maybe he had left a window cracked open last night.

He grabbed a water bottle and chugged it as he opened the fridge. No matter how much he drank, however, the burning in his throat persisted.

He shuddered a bit, feeling cold, and went over to the thermostat.

Seventy five degrees.

“Maybe I’m just sick.” He muttered to himself as he grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around himself.

A knock sounded at the door and he shuffled over. Looking through the peephole, he saw the familiar brown hair and eyes of his friend Anna. He unlocked the door and opened it to greet her.

“Hey what’s up?” He asked her with a smile which she returned as she stepped inside.

“I called you last night, you didn’t answer.” She said as she went into the kitchen and set her bag down.

He could hear a strange noise as he followed her.

It was a constant, steady, and soft thumping noise that he had been hearing since right before he opened the door.

As he got closer to Anna, the thumping grew louder. Still steady, still soft. Just…louder. The closer he got the louder it became.

It had thrown him off, but he didn’t want to say anything to alarm or creep out Anna.

As he stood next to her, talking about last night, he had realized something.

The thumping he had been hearing was Anna’s heartbeat.

As soon as he made that connection, he was also suddenly very much aware of the metallic smell in the air.

It smelled like iron and…lavender. For some reason the smell was very appealing to him.

He felt what seemed to be a growl bubble up in his throat, but he suppressed it.

“Cole? Hello?” Anna said, waving a hand in front of his face and he snapped back into reality.

“I’m sorry what?” He asked and she shook her head, but smiled nonetheless.

“I asked if you were hungry. There’s a new bakery that opened up and I feel like you would love it. I’ve been wanting to try it since it opened up a couple weeks ago, but I haven’t had the time to go. Maybe we can go together!” She said enthusiastically. 

“As in like a date?” Cole asked her and she blushed.

“I mean…if you want it to be.” She mumbled, but he heard her anyway.

“Sounds fun let’s do it.” He said smiling and she sighed, relieved.

“Thank god.” She breathed.

She pulled a hair tie out of her bag and pulled her hair back, “God it’s so hot. How can you live like this?” She asked him and he laughed.

“Are you kidding? I’m freezing.” He said and she rolled her eyes as she tied her hair back.

The smell of iron and lavender grew stronger once she moved her hair back and he found himself being drawn towards her.

“Cole what are you doing?” She asked him, noticing his strange behavior.

“I’m sorry…you just smell really good.” He mumbled.

She laughed awkwardly, “Uhh…thanks? You’re acting really weird. Is everything okay?” She asked, trying to push him away from her.

He grabbed her wrist, pinning it to the counter.

“Cole seriously you’re creeping me out. Are you okay?” She asked again.

He shrugged, “I feel okay.” He said staring at her neck.

The thumping sound he heard was speeding up as he stared and the smell grew stronger. He growled.

“Cole?”

The next thing he knew, they were both across the room. She yelped when he held her against the counter, burying his face in her neck, inhaling her scent.

He felt a strange sensation in his mouth and when he ran his tongue across his teeth he realized they were longer and sharper.

Before he knew it he was sinking his teeth into her neck.

She screamed as she felt the skin tear. It threw him off due to his heightened senses, but it didn’t stop him from gulping down the red liquid that came from her neck.

She punched, scratched, and slapped him but nothing worked. He didn’t stop, and as he continued she slowly stopped fighting and eventually stopped moving.

He didn’t stop until every drop was sucked out and then he let go.

Realizing what had just happened and what he had just done, he abruptly stepped back, panicking. Her body falling and hitting the ground with a thud. 

“An…Anna…” He whimpered, voice cracking. She didn’t move.

“Anna come on…I’m sorry.” He cried, voice shaking.

He knelt down next to her, gently shaking her, but she still didn’t respond.

He started trembling, “Anna….. Anna I’m so sorry.” He sobbed as his hands cradled her now pale and cold face, her cheeks no longer the same rosy hue they always were. Dull, lifeless brown eyes staring back up at him. One of his tears landed on her face and rolled down her cheek as if she was crying with him as he shook almost violently, “I’m so sorry.”

// VAMPIRES! HAHA! XD Nice, reminds me of the vampire story i started to write years ago, i never finished it and haven’t done much with vampires since XD

[legolaslovely]

Protector

A/N: Thank you so much @heliumblaze for sending me this request. As you can see, I got really into this one haha! I’m so glad I got out of rehearsal early tonight so I had time to write this! I truly enjoyed your idea. Thanks again, and I hope you enjoy it! 

Pairing: Legolas x Human!Reader

Word Count: 1,740

Warnings: Violent nightmare, including fire, burning and sword fighting, parent death, angst and fluff

Mellon: My friend

The Lullaby: Is Mir Da’len Somniar- Elvish Lullaby, from Dragon Age, (I believe a videogame?) but I found it on Youtube here and thought it was so beautiful and fit this story really well. You guys should totally go listen to it because it really gave me the Legolas feels. 

You were new to this. Honestly, it was all very overwhelming. 

You were content with your life before this. The oldest sibling of four, it was your job to cook for the family and do most of the housework. You had long ago accepted this as your fate. In your free time, you read books and tended to your family’s sheep and chickens. You had a pretty normal life in your small village. 

Then the Black Riders came. They terrorized your village, breaking windows, stealing boats, and setting everything aflame. Anyone in their way met their demise. Including your parents. 

Now, everything rested on your shoulders. You were the head of the family, the protector. You cared for your siblings and your grandparents while you learned archery and sword fighting. The next time the Black Riders came, you would be ready. 

That’s why you were here. No one who knew you in your past life would have guessed that you’d grow to wield a bow and sword so well. When the wizard, Gandalf escorted you to Rivendell and requested that you join the Fellowship of the Ring, you didn’t have much choice other than to agree. The idea of avenging your parents only pushed you more toward the adventure.

But the fear that you have felt in the past few weeks has made you want to turn around and run back home to your cooking and cleaning. You were always looking over your shoulder for orcs and searching above you for giant spiders. Fighting for your life every day was taking a lot out of you and you weren’t even a quarter of the way through your journey. 

You were plagued by shocking and horrific dreams that sent your heart beating out of your chest. Your baby sister had them after your parents died and your grandmother called them “night terrors.” You prayed every day that you would get through a night without being jolted awake, but it was as if you were being punished for leaving your home looking for revenge. 

This night, as you laid down your belongings on the ground and rolled out your blanket, your face was like stone as you were deep in thought. When you sat and finally lifted your head, you saw the entire Fellowship looking at you with pity in their eyes. 

“I wish I could make you some kingsfoil tea, (Y/N),” Pippin said.  

“Kingsfoil? Why?” you asked. 

“My mum used to make me a batch before bed so the demons wouldn’t visit me in my sleep,” he said. 

You lowered your eyes and fiddled with the strap on your boot, realizing you weren’t the only one your night terrors were bothering. “Have I been waking you all every night?”

No one spoke for a moment. 

Gimli cleared his throat and sighed loudly as he laid down and rested his hands behind his head. “Just remember, lass, they’re only dreams,” he said with a smile. 

You hummed in agreement and watched Legolas as he set up his blanket a few feet from yours. He gracefully unrolled his blanket in one swoop and sat noiselessly on the ground. 

“They came to me also,” he said to you. “They will stop soon, mellon.”

When you joined the Fellowship, you and Legolas bonded immediately over your shared love of archery. He gave you lessons, tips and tricks and soon you were almost as skilled as the prince. You often fought side by side and he had saved your life countless times. Of course, you had returned the favor a couple times too. 

Soon, everyone around you was asleep and you guessed you had put off the inevitable long enough. You closed your eyes and drifted off to sleep. 

Seconds later, you were being shaken awake. 

“(Y/N), my sweet, wake up.” 

You sat up quickly, unable to believe the voice resonating in your ears. The world was spinning around you, and though you felt hands around your arms pulling you up to stand, you couldn’t find the face of the voice. “Come, come with me,” the voice said.  

You were being pulled through fire, though you felt no pain. The flames rose around you in blurry orange and red lights. 

“Where are we going?” you asked, but there was no answer. “Who are you?” you yelled.

You suddenly came to a stop and out of the flames stepped your father. He was smiling at you, his eyes bright with love. “What do you mean, who am I?” he laughed. 

“Da!” You couldn’t believe your eyes. Incredible relief and joy swept through you in a whirlwind. You could hardly breathe, every exhale turned into a sob. You felt tears streaming down your face in rivers as you looked upon the face you had lost not very long ago. You threw yourself at your father, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and crying into his neck. “Da! I love you, Da.”

But the second your skin touched, he started screaming in pain. The awful sound sent lightening through you and the flames pulled you away from him. No matter how hard you tried to reach him, to take away his pain, the flames surrounding you kept you in place. You were forced to watch him burn.

In the blink of an eye, everything you saw disappeared. Your father and the fire around you were gone, and you were standing on the cobblestones in front of your home. 

“How did I get here?” you said.

“What do you mean, my love? You never left.”

You spun around to see your mother standing in the road. She was as beautiful as you remembered her to be, her wide grin lighting up her pretty features. 

“Ma,” you breathed. 

You ran to her, but with every step you took, she seemed to glide farther away from you.

“Come here, my love,” she said.

You continued to run to her but never grew any closer. Looking behind your mother, you saw a dark, hooded figure on a black horse galloping down the road toward you.

“Ma! Run! There’s a Black Rider behind you!” you screamed with all your might. 

“Come here, my love,” she said to you again. 

You were sprinting toward your mother, but the horse was faster. As the Black Rider passed her, his sword was out, ready to slice. 

“Ma! Go!”

Legolas was awakened by the sound of your blanket rustling on the grass. He looked over to you and felt dread overcome him. You were having another night terror. How he wished he could go through this for you. As he had many nights before, he lifted your shoulders and slid beneath them, so he was holding you, your back resting against his chest.

You were tossing and turning and soon began thrashing, your fists hitting his chest in hard blows. Your whimpers grew into screams as he held your hands to keep you from hurting yourself in your fit. 

“No, stop!” you yelled. “Don’t leave me again!”

Legolas shushed you and rubbed your arms hard until you suddenly awoke. You gasped for breath and looked around frantically for fire and Black Riders. Legolas gently grasped your chin and pulled your face even with his. 

“(Y/N), look at me. It’s alright,” he said. 

You froze for a moment, staring at him, realizing it was all a dream and you were in the woods with the Fellowship, instead of at home with your parents. In that moment, all the grief came rushing back to you as if you lost your family all over again.

You turned into Legolas and buried your face in his neck. All you could do was cry. The pain was overwhelming. Wave after wave of grief and despair hit you. 

Legolas simply held you, feeling your ribs shake with sobs. He wished he could do more. He rocked you back and forth in his arms, his tight grip acting as a safe place for you to hide from the fire and the Black Riders. His nimble fingers gently and effortlessly ran through your hair, straightening out the knots, and drawing symbols and pictures up and down your spine. 

After a while, your pain subsided. Though no fresh tears fell, the aftermath of your sobs was evident in your breathing. Your lungs could only take in shallow breaths and every few moments, an inhale would catch in your body and cause you to shake again.

“It’s alright,” Legolas told you. His rocking motions stopped and he reached for your chin that was still hidden in the crook of his neck. When your eyes met his, he saw your skin was red and soaked with tears and an odd feeling he had never felt before rushed through him. “I will always be here to protect you, mellon.”

He sang softly in Elvish to you. Though you remembered little of your night terrors the mornings that followed, you recognized the lullaby he sang to you every night. 

Sun sets, little one, time to dream.

Your mind journeys, but I will hold you here.

Where will you go, little one,

Lost to me in sleep?

Seek truth in a forgotten land

Deep within your heart.

Never fear, little one,

Wherever you shall go,

Follow my voice, I shall call you home.

I will call you home.

You leaned back into his embrace and rested your head against his chest. As if telling him not to let you go yet, you wrapped your fingers around his arms, feeling the muscle beneath his pale skin. You thought of the companion you had in him and your agony seemed to numb a bit. 

He kissed your forehead and his lips remained there as he continued to hum the melody. He inhaled the scent of your hair, it was unlike anything else he’d ever known. He listened to the sound of your heart beat finally normalize as your breathing rhythm matched his. 

He felt you fall asleep again in his arms and he hoped with everything he had this would be your last night of terror. He wasn’t sure he could bear to hear your screams and cries another time. He was your companion, but you were much more to him than that and he hated to see you in such agony. 

But he would remember for the rest of his endless life what it felt like to hold you, safe in his arms. 

[yourdeepestfathoms]

Breaking Point

haha i whipped this up in, like, half an hour and im kinda proud of it

so they/them pronouns are used for Mick because they’re not necessarily a character. it’s just MC with a name. so you could see them as your character if you wanted! like insert them into this mess

so warnings......there’s uhhhhhhhh lots of vomit at the end

———

Everything was too loud, too bright, too much. These days happened more often then you would think, but Mick seemed to be able to hold it together for long enough. Everyone saw them as this strong, but crazy student who could take on Cursed Vaults and become an animagus at fourteen. They couldn’t let their weaknesses show.

And yet...

Something was wrong. Pray tell, something was wrong and it’s slipping out through their fingers and breaking. They try to regain their grasp, but it’s all spilling out.

It feels like their chest was filled with muck and sludge, lungs sloshing with water that is slowly drowning them. Every breath is watery and comes out more of a heave or gasp. Their limbs feel tingly and numb, barley supporting their body, which feels more like a corpse on days like this.

But it’s okay! It’s okay because they have friends who are there for them. It’s okay because the air is fresh and soothes their burning throat. It’s okay because there are remnants of Jacob here and he-

Jacob.

JacobJacobJacobJacobJacobJacobJacobJacobJacobJacobJacobJacobJacobJacobJacob

On days like this, nothing feels right. They feel like waves are battering their bloated, broken body to the shore, where their skin is torn and air is knocked from their lungs. And then the undertow sucks them back in, yanking them under and shoving them to the seabed. Salty green water blurs in front of their vision and bloody mouthfuls of sea foam spills down their throat. They’re tossled violently until they become a gouged, sunburnt carcass rolling in the wine-dark sea.

It’s not okay, but they’ve gotten better at reigning things in. It’s getting easier to hide behind false smiles because they’ve done it so much that it almost seems real. Only the teachers seem to realize that they’re not feeling okay, and that makes Mick uncomfortable. Why them? Why not Rowan? Or Penny? Or Bill or Tonks or Barnaby?

Mick wished they would realize. Mick wished they had a reason to break down and tell them the truth because, by the gods, they were so tired of smiling. They were so tired of being the one who holds up the group and protects everyone. They were the smallest and possibly the youngest, and yet, they were the one to charge head-on into danger. They wanted to be the one that’s saved for once. They wanted a break.

But they wouldn’t get one. Because nobody notices anything, so they’ll just have to keep on smiling. Then, it happened.

They broke, and Mick was almost happy about it. But then humiliation and anxiety and helplessness set in.

There was a big dinner- Mick can’t remember the occasion. The great hall was filled with students. The talking and clacking of plates was so loud, echoing in their head.

As time passed, nausea grew in the pit of Mick’s stomach. They had gotten tired of talking to people and just wanted to go to bed.

Mick braced themselves against the wall, taking deep breaths. Some of the professors kept stealing glances at them, making their ears burn red. They had to act normal until they could slip out.

Tonks walked over, her voice almost as loud as all the talking combined. She was laughing and clapped Mick on the shoulder much harder than she intended to.

“Isn’t this fun?” She chortled. “I love get togethers like this! It makes messing with people even easier. You should see what Tulip and I have done already!”

Mick smiled thinly, trying their best to be polite.

“Better be careful.” They said, “The professors are watching like hawks.” They paused, swallowing thickly. “Hey, I think I’m going to head to bed.”

Tonks swiveled her head around, eyebrows furrowing together. She blinked a few times.

“Why?” She asked. “Aren’t you having fun? You can’t leave so soon!”

“Tonks, listen, I’m not feeling very well. Like, I feel sick, okay? I think I might throw if I don’t lay down soon.”

Apparently, the phrases ‘I feel sick’ and ‘I might throw up’ aren’t meant to be taken seriously, because Tonks just snorted lightly and patted Mick on the back again, nearly knocking them forward.

“You’ll be fine! It’s probably just all the noise. Happens to a lot of people!”

“No, you-“

Tonks began talking again, but it sounded like Mick was underwater. Her voice was echoey and they couldn’t understand any of the words anymore. Starburst were flitting across their vision.

Mick twisted on their heels with their back to Tonks. Their body was shuddering violently until they finally double over and end up vomiting all over the floor. They make a mess of their shoes and the polished tile.

From behind, they swear they heard Tonks curse when she jumped back, and some people screamed in disgust from all directions. They can feel eyes burning into them.

Mick raised their head, bile and vomit dribbling from their mouth. They sink to their knees, just barley missing the puddle of stomach contents. They’re still heaving and frothing at the lips, struggling to breathe as they’re also fighting the urge to start sobbing.

Someone has come over- Mick thinks it’s Professor McGonagall because they know that husky, but warm voice. They can’t be so sure, though, because it’s too dark to make out anything anymore. They have to throw up again, but they’ve already made enough of a mess, so they think choking on bile is the best thing to do.

Someone is calling out to them, but they can’t hear anymore. Their consciousness is clawed away by jagged talons that rip through their thoughts. They teeter forward, and they think they might have hit the floor.

Something is wrong and it has broken out of their grasp and spilling everywhere-

[dearlazerbunny]

Stupid

Pairings: Kylo x Reader

Genre/Rating: College AU; G

Words: 1500

Summary: for @ninadewitt who requested a consoling Kylo after the reader does poorly on her exams. Let me know if you like it, Nina! :)

No. No, no, no, this cannot be happening. You feel numb as you stare at the big fat red 40 stamped on your most recent exam. God, you knew it was going to be a tough test, but… 40?! Your cheeks burn as though it’s been posted in front of the entire class for them to laugh at. Quickly shoving it into the deep dark depths of your backpack, not caring if it gets crumpled in the process, you swing your bag over your shoulder and hightail it out of the lecture hall.

Your professor is saying something as you leave, but you can barely make it out over the ringing in your ears- “Okay, class, if anyone has any questions, remember my office hours are posted, and our TA is always available…” yeah, right. Like you were going to let anyone in on this catastrophe. Heading across the lawn, you can feel the tears welling up in your eyes as reality starts to sink in. If you could just make it back to your room, then you could let the tears fall, but for now you try to swallow the sinking feeling in your chest and blink away the waterworks.

“Hey, Y/N! Wait up!” You stop to let Rey jog up beside you. “Man, that test was a doozie. I only got like a 77. How’d you do on it?”

“Oh, just fine!” You plastered a fake grin onto your face, and even though the smile nowhere reached your eyes, it seemed to fool her well enough.

“Ugh, you’re so smart, I almost want to hate you for it.” She playfully joshes your shoulder and you give her a high pitched laugh. “Want to get some lunch? My treat for the big smarty over here.”

“Uh, no, that’s okay. I think I need to go… take a nap.” Not the best Excuse you could have come up with, and Rey can tell. She isn’t stupid.

“Y/N, is everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, fine! Just tired is all.” The fake smile returns.

Rey shrugs her shoulders and heads off in the direction of the student center. “Suit yourself. See ya!”

“Bye.” You wave half heartedly as she goes, fighting back the tears even more. She couldn’t have known how much her comments hurt but… wow. Yeah, that stung.

You luckily made it back to your room without any more incidents and could let the sobs fly. You curled up on your bed and just cried. This was going to absolutely ruin your grade, and that was going to ruin your GPA- and then you might lose your scholarship altogether, which is the only thing even keeping you here at school. God, how were you going to tell your parents? Even wore, how were you going to tell-

There’s a knock on your door, interrupting your anxious train of thought. Looking through the peephole, you swear softly and dash back to your desk to hide any evidence of your cry fest- tissues are shoved deep into the wastebasket, your pillow is flipped over to hide the water stains, and you do a quick mirror check to wipe off the mascara cascading down your cheeks. He knocks again and you do a final finishing brush to your hair as you run to answer it. “Coming!”

You open the door to your boyfriend Kylo standing there, backpack slung across his shoulder and a smile on his face. “Hey, babe. Can I come in?”

“Yeah, of course!” You clear your scratchy throat and step back to let him into your room. He tosses his bag to the side and collapses onto your bed, hands over his face. “God, that was such a nightmare. Do you know how many people came up to me screaming about their grade? I’m like, if you wanted a better grade, you should have studied more!”

“Haha, yeah, I can imagine.” You lean your back against the door, trying to act casual. “Being the TA for that class must be a pain.”

“You have no idea. Well, I guess you do, considering you’re in it.” He winks at you, but his usual joking around isn’t having much affect on your or your mood, which he picks up on instantly. “Y/N? You okay?”

“Just peachy.” You try to pull off that fake smile again but it isn’t fooling him, especially when your voice wavers at the end.

“Hey, come here.” He holds out a hand and you reluctantly go to him, afraid that if he starts pressing you won’t be able to keep it together. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing is-”

“No, nope, wrong. I can tell something’s up. Out with it.” He pulls you into his lap and nuzzles you, which does get a bit of a laugh from you.

“I swear, nothing is wrong. I’m just tired is all.”

“Hm.” He playfully scrutinizes every inch of your face, turning it side to side like he’s inspecting a piece of art. You make your eyes go wide and try to put some happiness back into them, hoping he won’t notice how upset you actually are. “Alright then. If you’re not going to tell me…” He changes the subject, much to your relief, and starts talking about other parts of his day. It’s nice to think about something else for a change, so you sit in his lap, letting his heartbeat calm you, and nod along at all the right spots. You almost think you’re in the clear, until- “oh, I didn’t even ask. How’d you do on the test?”

You freeze, heart beating out of your chest. “Um. Fine.”

“Okay, I just wanted to make sure, ‘cause like I said apparently a lot of people had problems with it-”

“I said I did fine, Kylo,” you snap, pulling away from him. “So just drop it.”

Immediately, his eyebrows furrow in concern. “Y/N… you sure you did okay?”

“Oh, no, I did brilliantly! Absolutely stunning, since apparently I’m such a genius who can do no wrong!” You fling yourself off the bed and stand on the other side of the room, arms crossed like you’re holding yourself together. “I did absolutely perfect, so there.”

“Whoa, okay, I didn’t mean to say anything wrong-”

“I KNOW!” You whirl on him, angry and disappointed and just upset with yourself, but you take it out on him instead. “So just shut up, okay?!” Before you can stop them, a few tears work their way down your cheek, and you violently wipe them away with the sleeve of your sweatshirt.

“Y/N-”

“STOP!” The crying is back in full force and you flop onto the bed, hands covering your face as the tears flow. “Just stop, just leave me alone.”

“I- okay. I’m going.” He stands to leave, but something red on your desk catches his eye. “Y/N- is this your test?”

Oh, shit. You’d forgotten to shove it into the garbage along with the rest of the tissues, so your big fat 40 is sitting there incriminating you right on your desk. “Maybe,” you groan miserably into your pillow.

The bed dips with Kylo’s weight as he sits down beside you, putting a tentative hand on the small of your back. “Babe… why didn’t you tell me? I’m the freaking TA for the class, you could have come to me-”

Your voice is still muffled with feathers when you reply, “I didn’t want you to think I was stupid.”

“Hey… come here…” he gently lifts you from where you’ve burrowed into your bed to reveal a tear-stained face and red eyes. “I would never, ever think that you’re stupid.”

“I knooooow,” you groan, burying your face into the crook of his neck. “I was just so embarrassed…”

He wraps his arms around you and pulls you close, not minding the fact that you’re probably getting mascara on his shirt and probably look a hot mess. “I understand. It’s a hard class, I don’t blame you.”

“Really?”

“Math isn’t exactly everyone’s forte.”

“But you’re so good at it…”

“That doesn’t mean you have to be. We’re not competing to see who can beat who, or trying to keep pace with one another. You have your own stuff that I wouldn’t be able to do in a thousand years.”

You sniff. “I guess.”

“I know.” He kisses your forehead softly, then reaches for your chin and raises it until you’re looking at him. “I’ll never fault you for failing, Y/N. You can come to me with anything. Even a 40. Or a 0. I’ll always be here for you.”

You sigh, pressing a kiss to his lips, which he gently returns. “I’m sorry for acting so stupid.”

“And about that. You’re not stupid. Not now, not ever. You are the kindest, smartest, most amazing person I know, and I refuse to let you put yourself down like that. Okay?”

That puts a little smile on your face, the corner of your mouth just barely curling upwards. “Okay.”

“Good.” He kisses you for real this time, and you happily kiss him back, your heart getting lighter with each and every moment you spend in his arms. 

[derireo]

Hello dear! I was wondering if I could get some Omi x izumi parenting headcanons ? Thank you for your hard work ♥️

No problem, nonny!! I hope this is what you had in mind. Thank you for the request! <3

Omi x Izumi Parenting HCs:

Okay, so like. Obviously Omi is the mom and Izumi is the dad. Omi cooks, cleans, makes sure the kids have everything they need for school/daycare and is at the top of the contact list if something happens. Izumi only drives the kids to where they need to be and then dips because she's always going to work or is stressed and just needs to go home and rest.

Omi is a super loving parent, but is strict. Back in his acting days he may have been more lenient with the boys, but he had to put his foot down with his own children. He was very protective and he was worried he would lead them down the wrong path if he didn't teach them the lessons that he learned very late in to his life.

Izumi? Well. She's kind of a fun parent. Very goofy around the kids and Omi loves it, but they don't understand her humor! Also since Omi is too nice to tell her to stop making curry, their kids literally asked her to stop once they were able to properly formulate a sentence lmao.

Omi changes the diapers!!

Izumi gives the baths!!

Also did I forget to mention that when Izumi gave birth like, Omi full on sobbed when the baby came out. He was ugly crying and Izumi had to console him despite having her body absolutely destroyed by a tiny human life form?? She was so annoyed lol Omi had to come by the next day with some treats so that she wouldn't stay mad.

Izumi at first was super protective of their kid; wouldn't even let Omi hold them sometimes haha

But then at some point, after getting really tired of breast feeding bc it hurt and always being too tired to change diapers or burp the baby, she eventually handed their kid to Omi much to his delight

First baby is coddled hella!!!! Second baby is coddled hella!!!! Third baby??? Coddled hella!!!!

Izumi and Omi just keep going at it y'all someone needs to teach them about condoms.

Anyways, the kids are probably sheltered for a good part of their lives, but with Izumi's coaxing, Omi eventually lets them have more fun and lets them do more daring stuff like walk to school by themselves.

Both Omi and Izumi are supportive parents and let their children participate in whatever extracurricular they want. Let them wear whatever, listen to whatever, and feel whatever. They're 100% behind their kids and only wish that they become comfortable in their own skin and become their own person.

Of course, there may be things they will be against or reluctant about. What if their kid wants to become a clown?? What is the proper response to that??

The teenage years are hectic. Once their child has grown and has their own ideals, it gets a little difficult. Parents and children have differing outlooks when it comes to the world and the society. I'm hoping the family is unproblematic 

Izumi loses her temper faster than Omi does, but never shouts. She tends to hug herself and mull things over in her head when she's in an argument with her teenage kid, trying to understand things from their perspective and see what she can do to compromise. As much as she wants to, she never runs away. She could never do that.

Omi is more patient, but it feels worse when their kid is arguing with him than their mom. He is all smiles, sad smiles, warm eyes, disappointed eyes. He never shouts.

There were two instances where he did though. The time when one of their kids were starting to get into a violent rebel phase without them knowing, but came home one day all beat up and bloody.

The other time when one of the kids got into a fight with Izumi and made her cry; and Izumi never cries. When Omi went to see what was happening and saw the tears that she was quickly wiping away with her sleeves while their kid looked angry and agitated, he couldn't help the booming voice that left him and effectively startled everyone in the household.

It wasn't the correct response to such a situation, and everyone apologised to each other after they all calmed down.

Holidays?

Never heard of 'em.

Just the regular Halloween and Christmas, but no other holidays are celebrated in the household. Mother's Day and Father's Day never comes up, but their kids always try to find something nice to give them.

Birthdays are also not a big thing at home. It was when the kids were babies, but they gradually stopped when they got much older. They would let their kids celebrate their birthday with friends and give them a small gift or a cake.

Anywho, for the most part, the Fushimi/Tachibana residence is a very quite one, but everyone is happy and very well loved!

Once the kids start moving out to live their own life, both Omi and Izumi are very sad, but are way too excited for when they come back to show them how they fare with their own relationships and families!!!!!

[atombombbibunny]

I Know Part Two

Word count: 2749 

Summary: Waking up to banging at the door

Wanring: Annnnnngst, smuuuuuuuuut.

A/N: OKAY! I just want to thank everyone again! You all have made me tear up, I never would have thought my writing would get any notes, you guys are all amazing with your reblogs and thank you so much for following me those that have. I’ve so nervous on sharing this as the first part has soooo much pressure one this one and I’m not great on writing smut, haha…(Update) I was never the biggest fan of this chapter so a lot has changed. I hope you take the time to read it and I really hope you enjoy it. Thanks!

Okay..I’ll shut up.

Yo shout out to @merrahonthawall for helping me with the rewriting! 

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Your legs felt weak and heavy with every step you took towards your door; you were emotionally drained and wanted to get inside your house before you broke down. After getting in you walked blindly into your bedroom, throwing your shoes off you landed with a loud thump onto the comfort of your bed.

You sat silently for a few moments before your tears finally broke free. You laid still as the hot tears burned down your face, sob after sob burst through your aching throat. The embarrassment tore through your body as you pulled your knees to your chest.

You were an embarrassment to yourself.

 Would you be able to show your face to anyone ever again?

 Has Daveed told anyone

 Does he hate you now…?

 The painful anxious questions repeated in your mind, it was 3am and you were still wide awake, the guilt sat heavily in your heart and pumped through your veins as you stared blankly at your bedroom wall.

You felt some exhaustion, but you felt that it would be unfair to get any sleep, god knows Daveed was awake.

How you wished that you could call him, to hear his voice… But you were probably the last person he wanted to talk to at this moment.

As the minutes slipped by your burning tender eyes began to blur, your body ached from the hours of crying. You had heard your phone buzz a few times but chose to ignore it.

You knew Rafael had some sense of your feelings for Daveed, you could see it in his eyes after Daveed brought up how he had told him of his plans to propose, you saw the fear and guilt as he looked back at you.

You felt so stupid at that moment, one second you felt you could tell him anything and the next he had betrayed you.

Groaning you pulled your pillow over your head, you felt so selfish for your thoughts and actions you hated yourself for it.

As more minutes ticked by sleep finally found you, drifting off, you hoped that this night was nothing more than a nightmare.

Your body jolted awake around 7am, the sun beamed down over your face, you opened your sore eyes to the morning and groaned as your head pounded roughly. Unfortunately, the memories of last night were still alive and well in your mind, as your stomach churned at the thought of your mistakes your body shivered with nausea. You bolted from your bed to your bathroom and released the whiskey from the previous night.

You spent an hour glued to the cold bathroom floor, cooling your face and regretting everything that happened, every time you blinked you could see Daveed’s lost heartbroken face and your heart tensed.

Finally forcing yourself up you changed from your dress into your pajamas and headed to the kitchen for water.

The hours flew by like minutes, barely keeping track of the time. The only thing that would get your attention would be the buzzing coming from your phone every once and a while. Though you ignored it completely it was the only thing that brought you back from your swimming thoughts and emotions.

By some miracle the day was over as 1am came around and you were still seated on the couch, exhaustion plagued your body, as you were about to completely pass out a loud knock had your body jumping and your heart pounding with adrenaline.

The knock became pounding which continued with every step, when you reached for your doorknob you took in a deep breath before turning it.

Swinging the door open you froze, just like last night, Daveed stood in front of you. His face was tired, he was still in the clothes from the night before and he looked hurt, but mostly angry.

You attempted to slam the door shut, you’d listen to him banging on the door all night if you had too, it would be better than talking to him right this second. But his hand smacked roughly against the closing door forcing it open once more, he moved fast as he walked past you and inside your house.

Taking a shaky breath, you muttered. “Get out.” From the still open door. You turned to face him; he was just staring at you. “I said get out!” You shouted; your voice echoing into the empty street. He was suddenly in front of you once more causing you to move back and close the door with you, his hands rested on either side of you. “So, what you’re just going to ignore me?” He questioned; his voice was hoarse. You refused to look at him, his hand slammed against the door causing you to jump as he pushed himself away from you. “Dammit, Y/N. You cannot just do this to me!”  He barked as he sat on your couch putting his face in his hands and kicking at your coffee table.

“Then leave.” You offered; he ignored your words as he pulled his hair back. “Why did you do this to me?” Before you could defend yourself, he exploded once more. “I haven’t slept, eaten, anything since last night! I have barely spoken two words to Lauren and its your fault!” He accused. You let out a scoff. “I didn’t plan this Daveed.” You snapped back at him. “You may not have planned it.” He growled. “But you’ve ruined my life.” You could feel your heart pound violently in your chest, it hurt, not as much as his words though. “I wasn’t the one who kissed you!” You shouted. “You kissed me!” Pointing at him angrily. “Why didn’t you just let me leave!?” Tears pricked at your eyes, it felt like glass cutting into you. “You tell me!” He seethed clenching his fists. “You tell me why you acted like that!” You shook your head wishing this would all just end. “Daveed just get the hell out, go back to Lauren.”

“I said tell me!” He ordered standing from the couch. “Because I love you, you fucking idiot!” You snapped, he took a step forward, as you went to back up you realized there was nowhere to go. “No, you don’t.” He argued, you scoffed in disbelief. “No, you’re right, I just did it to ruin your night.” He continued to step towards you. “That’s sure what it felt like, what is it you hate Lauren?” Shaking your head, you closed your eyes, tears slipped down your cheeks. “I don’t hate her.” You mumbled. “Then what? You hate me? You hate to see me happy, don’t you?” You sobbed as he threw insults at you. “You’re selfish Y/N!”

“Yes, I know that! And I’m sorry!” You screamed back. “And you know that, so why the fuck are you here!?” Daveed stopped moving as he stared at your shaking body. “Why couldn’t you have told me sooner.” You felt your heart tense in the moment, glancing up to look into his eyes. His anger still sat in them, but heartbreak was visible as he stared down at you. “Daveed.” He wiped the stream of tears falling on your cheeks before his hand slipped behind your neck, pulling you into an intense kiss. His bitterness lingered on his tongue as it danced with yours, you could feel him pushing you harder into the door making it impossible for you to move. Goosebumps spread across your skin like wildfire as his fingers gripped into your neck. He moved back to give you some room to breathe. “Daveed.” You barely whispered. “Shut up.” He begged lowly; he was still frustrated but desperation dripped in his words.

His lips hungrily met yours as his hands cupped your cheeks gently, you wanted to live in this moment forever. You could feel his heart beating rapidly against your chest as he pulled you up against him.

Your mind began to go blank as his hands slid to your waist and his lips moved down your neck, your hands instinctively grasped onto his biceps as your waist was pulled to his, you bit back a moan but allowed it to shiver down your spine. You could feel his lips curve up slightly and his hands gripped into your waist harder.

His fingers slid up and around the elastic band of your pajama shorts, you cursed yourself for being caught in this outfit but loved the feeling of his fingers on the bare skin of your lower stomach.

He swiftly spun the two of you over and began backing into your bedroom, the seconds between the front door and your room felt like one step as you were soon knocked down onto your bed. His fingers slid the left strap of your shirt down as he placed soft kisses, you shivered from his touch. His lips glided up your neck once more. “Kitten.” He muttered against your skin. This time you couldn’t hold back the moan that slipped from your lips. His hands left your body as he began to undo his day old dress shirt, you watched in awe as it was quickly off and discarded into the corner of your room, he moved and sat beside you, his hands began to grip the sides of your waist you instinctively moved your legs to sit in his lap.

You knew this was going to make things worse, you knew exactly how wrong this was. But as his hand slid under your top you couldn’t help but move to his instruction and remove it. He sucked in a breath as his eyes slid over your naked torso, you felt self conscious, but his lips found yours once more and his hand slid down your side causing your hips to grind to his touch. Both thumbs were in the elastic of the shorts and rubbing your hips, you could barely breathe as you moved your hips up for them to slide off and down your legs.

Before you had the chance for a thought you felt a finger slide in and massage you, your head was thrown back, and a breathy moan broke through. You tried to find some words to say but all you could do was inhale and exhale deeply as his finger moved, teasing you.

Your head fell forward once more, hair falling in your face, your lips met lightly as your hand slipped down to find his belt, Daveed exhaled a groan while your hand grazed against him. Unbuckling it you quickly undid the rest of the buttons and zipper. Daveed wrapped an arm around your back and he lifted up and slid them and his boxers down. Your heart pounded roughly in your chest as you knew there was absolutely no going back to how things were.

He lowered the two of you back down and your hand went to wrap around him, he let out a hot breath on your neck his tongue soon grazing your skin. The two of you were stuck in a different world as he nuzzled into you harder. “Please, Y/N.” You slowly lowered your body, your arms wrapped around his neck and just as you felt him enter, you let out a breathy exhale. Your fingers gripped into his skin harder. Daveed groaned his fingers still on your waist. His lips locked onto your neck as you began to grind in rhythm with one another.

He sucked harder as his hands moved with your hips, rocking you back and forth as you rode him. “Damn.” Was all he could hiss as you continued to regain your breath with every thrust. You could feel his teeth grazing the skin of your neck as you moved a little faster on his hips.

“Fuck.” He grumbled his nails digging into your skin. You whimpered as you felt a familiar pressure beginning to grow in the pit of your stomach. Daveed’s breathing changed to hotter and heavier and you knew he could feel it too, you could feel as you tightened around him and him letting out a throaty groan told you that he was enjoying every movement you made.

“Y-Y/N” He stuttered out as he began to move into you faster. You could only nod as you let out a moan your body bouncing against his. Your knuckles tightened as you grabbed at his hair. Daveed’s hands moved to your back as he peppered your chest with deep gnawing kisses, his nails sliding down your back, pulling your hair slightly.

You pulled your head back as you placed your hands on your thighs and moved slow and deep onto him. “Oh god, I’m going-“ You ground down once more and felt as he crashed into you, his final thrust had waves of pleasure rippling through every vein in your naked body. Your moan came out stifled as your head fell forward into the crook of his neck. Both of you fell backwards, you adjusted yourself to lay next to him and soon sleep overtook you.

You were unsure when Daveed fell asleep, or if he had slept.

You awoke to the faint noises coming from outside your bedroom, your eyes opened to almost the same burning sensation as yesterday. Your body ached from the odd position you fell asleep in and almost instantly you felt the lack of a body next to you.

Leaning up on your elbows you scanned the room, other than your clothes laying on the floor below, it was empty.

You moved slowly as your legs felt like rusted metal. You pulled on the pajamas on the floor and exited the room, walking down the hallway it was eerily quiet and when the kitchen came into view you saw Daveed leaning over a mug of what you assumed was coffee.

He must have heard your feet dragging on the floor as he soon turned around to face you, his expression looked to be filled with fear and deep sunken bags sat under his eyes. You opened your mouth before realizing you didn’t actually know what you wanted to say. The two of you stood in absolute silence.

Daveed’s fingers tapped nervously against the counter. “I should go.” He grumbled out. “You’re not serious.” You argued with a light scoff. “I shouldn’t have come here last night.” Daveed said looking around like he was missing something, you knew he was just avoiding more eye contact. “Then why did you?” You questioned your arm grasped at the other, the sight of him avoiding you was breaking you.

“I-I, don’t know Y/N, okay? I don’t know.” He pushed his hair away from his face. “You can’t just do this to me!” You shouted; it took the both of you to do what happened last night. “I’m getting married, Y/N.” Your nails dug into your arm; the sharp pain couldn’t stop your eyes from welling up. “I haven’t forgotten Daveed.” The bitter words fell out. “So, what do you want me to say?” A single tear burned down your cheek. “Nothing, I expect nothing from you.” You snapped, Daveed stopped his movements to finally remake eye contact. “What does that mean?” You couldn’t help but scoff. “Just get out Daveed.” He took a step towards you, but you moved backwards, just like the night of the engagement party. “Don’t try to touch me.” You warned staring him down. “Get out, I don’t want to see you again.” Daveed ignored your command and stepped forward again. “Daveed get out!” You yelled, you wanted nothing more for him to caress your cheek like he did last night, but you couldn’t stay in the fairy-tale any longer. As he took another step towards you, you grabbed the empty coffee mug in threw it in his direction. “I said get out!” Your voice trembled as the mug smashed on the ground shattering across your floor.

Daveed paused for a moment before moving towards the door. Your face was red as the tears slid down your cheeks, you were so tired of crying, so tired of yelling, so tired. Daveed stopped at the door, ready to turn the knob, he froze for a second, most likely waiting for you to stop him. As it became clear that that wasn’t going to be happening, he looked back at you. “I’m not coming back.” He muttered. You swallowed the knot in your throat before letting out a broken. “Good.” From your lips.

The door was quickly opened, then quickly closed.