#i say through incontrollable sobs

[zouisexo]

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[dreamcast-official]

15 and 3 shun

i am assuming? this is meant for the character asks i was doing before! but it doesnt have numbers so if im wrong please do clarify. im gonna answer this anyway <3

First impression:

oh he was IMMEDIATELY my favorite you dont even KNOW. i think i liked him the most bc he was pink but you know damn well i was obsessed with him bc i wanted his gender so fucking bad

Impression now:

(incontrollable sobbing)

Favorite moment:

its a tie between his fight with aphrodite or the scene in the hades chapter where he regains control of his body and asks ikki to kill him to take hades with him. both are so good for his character. i love him. this poor fucking kid. i dont even know what to say about him because i feel like ive exhausted every thought ive ever had about andromeda shun.

Idea for a story:

im torn between exploring his relationship with his brother during times of peace (they have their problems but they love each other so much they'd both want to work through it but it would be so hard for them to do so) or exploring his relationship with himself after the hades chapter. you cant tell me he doesnt struggle with even knowing who he is after the hades situation. im crazy

Unpopular opinion:

i feel like. people miss the point of his character SO often. everyone forgets hes canonically THE strongest of the bronze saints and chooses to not use that strength. i feel like its so easy to misunderstand shun as a character if they dont think about it hard enough.

Favorite relationship:

i ammmm very torn on this one. since shun is my favorite character i love exploring every single one of his relationships so its hard to pick a favorite. i feel like its either his relationship with hyoga (see: i would not be where i am in terms of my identity if it wasnt for hyoshun) or his friendship with seiya (which, like i said when i answered this for seiya, i think means a lot for both of them as characters).

Favorite headcanon:

i actually really like the idea that he did have feelings for june too, but didnt feel comfortable reciprocating because he just kinda knew she expected more of him than he was able to give her at that time, and then both of their feelings for each other just kinda fizzled out. i think its an interesting angle to their friendship!

[chokchokk]

so here's to me with my mind barely forming cohesive, independent thoughts and just already despising the idea that reader and san are going to have an argument...... nah......... can i do that at almost 4 am........ riri you are paying for emotional damage

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

HELLO?????? WHAT HAPPENED TO HELLO? GOD I'LL FIGHT HIM.

San rarely gets angry, but when he does he's like a ticking time bomb that you don't wanna set off.

w.well what do i say to that you know. like. imma. imma cry.

when a tight grip at your waist pulls you back nearly making you outbalance yourself.

PLEASE WWHAT DO YOU MEAN AT THE WAIST? AT THE WAISR????????? do you want me. be fr.

"For fuck's sake, take a look at me, San, my ankle is fucking useless, which makes me nothing. I'm nothing, San!"

d,,damn....feels.,., babygirl........,.,. you're not nothing,.,., you're everything............ (sobs)

San lets out a sarcastic laugh, voice dropping down in contrast to his usual honey-like ones, and then he looks at you, his eyes, the coldest you've ever seen.

FUCK AWF YOU CANT SAY THAT RIELLE (legal name) THAT IS NOT. NO? YOUR WORDS HAVE CONSEQUENCES. CONSEQUENCES ON MY HEART.

soon, both your tongues will taste only the bittersweetness of regret.

FUCK.

"Getting angry at us will not make you be able to dance on your feet again!"

OHHH SANDREAS DANIEL CHOI (full name) YOU ARE IN BIG TROUUBLE IM GONAN PUNCH THAT AUDACITY OUT OF YOUR GOODLOOKING FUCKING FACE

"Y/N, I'm sorry, I-I didn't mean it. I swear I-"

TOO LATE, BITCH.

you fail to notice his tears

t- too late t,.too late...itsnottoolate.....

Is there still any room left for hope?

there is still room for my fist at his cheek but UH sure hope fits i guess haha !!!!

Gone was the sunshine during rainy days. Gone was the song that served as your lullaby during sleepless nights.

sleepless nights indeed,

Gone was your best friend who you loved in so many ways that not even the universe was capable of explaining.

NO FUCK YOU NO NO NO NO NONONONO NO NO

NO.

"Shh, y'know how I hate it when you cry." He whispers by your ear, voice raspy due to him crying.

hwhwhwwwghwghwwghwwghwwgh GOSH okay i guess youre still kinda sweet fiekfuck you..................

You felt at peace, simply because San is your peace.

(sobs incontrollably)

"But San, I'm already home."

reader is so real............ she only needs luv... luv...

it got you thinking if Cupid shot you in that exact moment with one of his love arrows.

through the heart and soul fr.

"And you'll always have a home with me."

GOD WHAT A LINE.

It seems like Cupid shot two of his arrows after all.

WHAT AMAZING TWO LINES!!!!!!!!!

now i get the point of hurt/comfort cuz ..... yeah i dont want this shit to end with angry san.... yh.....hnmnhm. this was so good riri, i loved it with the itsy bitsy pieces of my mind that i have left!!!! so sad and sweet</33

Be With You | c.s

↬ pairing: choi san x gn!reader

↬ summary: 'twas those things said in the heat of the moment that can either wound you or open your eyes to the truth you so long dreaded.

↬ genre: angst, hurt/comfort

↬ warning/s: reader is a dancer and suffers from an injury, swearing

↬ wc: 1.7k

↬ a/n: this is requested by @hatsukeii <33 

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[oikadori]

❥︎Hello Darling~

❥︎Can I have a headcanons when Oikawa's and Iwaizumi's s/o Knee injured in volleyball and can no longer move her leg and feel because of this pain but still wants to play volleyball

❥︎Sorry for my English

❥︎Thank you ~

REACTING TO THEIR S/O GETTING INJURED IN VOLLEYBALL

⇢ Includes : oikawa , iwaizumi , kita

⇢ Genre : angst , comfort , fem!reader

⇢ WC~ 1,3K

a/n :  Yes ofc you can bby! Okay i got a little carried away with this one, thank u for requesting...I added Kita btw hope u don’t mind. lolz i had to investigate a bit about volleyball injuries uhm sorry if it is not very accurate tho 

y’all look so sexc when u reblog <33

You forgot packing your knee pads in your sport bag, you were too 

distracted by your boyfriend’s charms

It never crossed your mind that you would play your last match today.

Oikawa’s heart drops to the floor when he hears you hiccup through the phone

he vanishes from practice to meet you at your doctor’s appointment,

“Look at the bright side, we’ll be wearing matching knee suspenders now!”

He jokes but his smile quickly fades when you look away.

Your parents take you back to school and chat with oikawa for a few minutes.

The perfect moment for you to slip into the gym

“Y/n-chan! Are you here?” the echoes of the ball bouncing against the wooden floor hammers in his ears.

He freezes in the spot following your movements as he thinks of how to scold you next but the moment, he sees your leg faltering, his heart clenches.

“Shit!”

You curse, frustration mixed with pain swelling in your chest as you fail your serve the nth time. Your shoulders tense up, feeling two eyes piercing your back. But you quickly loosen up, the feeling too familiar to not recognize it.

“What are you doing?” Oikawa mumbles, taking wide steps towards you, head looking down

“what does it look like? I’m practicing”, you answer sharply, turning to face him.

Oikawa’s breathe itches and a dead silence settles between you two. You bite your lip, containing a hiss of pain, refusing to acknowledge your injure.

“Your knee can’t endure that!”, he snaps at you with glassy eyes, grabbing your wrists, noticing his own behavior in you

And it pains him.

“Don’t“

“You hear what the doctor said“

“Stop tooru!“

You squeeze your eyes in hopes it is bad dream, your bottom lip trembling too scared to face the truth.

“y/n-chan…”, he whispers, his hands loosing his grip  to cup your cheeks so gently it has you looking up to him immediately “–you can’t play anymore”  

He stares directly at you, using all his strength. Your hand travels to your chest, gripping harshly the fabric of your shirt, brows furrowed together as fat tears roll down your face.

“I-I just wanted to stay on the court for a little longer...”

“I know, pretty, i know”, his thumbs trace soft circles on your skin as you tear up. Your hold on his forearms is strong, feeling your body crumbling.

He feels tears forming on his eyes as your incontrollable sobs bounce against the walls of the gym.

Oikawa presses kisses on your wet face before pecking your lips softly stealing a slight smile out of you.

“We'll figure something out, i promise.”

losing a match was completely frustrating for you, so instead of going home you find yourself in the gym.

your ankle has been feeling weird for a time now, but you were good at hiding it.

so good in fact that your over-protective boyfriend hasn’t noticed it

the moment he finds you, he doesn’t waste time to scold you

“oi,y/n! you have to rest after a match! how many times do i have to tell you?”

his eyes pop out when your ankle makes a horrific sound, and you collapse on the ground.

the time stops except for iwaizumi, who is quickly lifting you bridal style.

“What do you mean by permanent damage?!”, you ask harsher than you intended to, Iwaizumi occupying the seat next you.

“I’m afraid you won’t be able to play anymore…Since when have you been pushing your ankle?” the nurse asks

Your boyfriend’s eyey widen, the new information. Suddenly he remembers all the times you slight limped during your jogs causing his jaw to clench

“Almost two moths ago…”

“That explains the amount of damage-” the woman sighs before heading to the door, “I’ll call your parents now, you two wait here”

After hearing the click of the door, Iwaizumi turns to face you, burning eyes scanning you but your mind is far away.

“Two fucking months?! Are you out of your mind?!” he grunts, anger printed on each of his words. He pinches the bridge of his nose, sighing.

“And I was too fucking blind to see it”

He curses to himself, an angry vein pulsating on his forehead as he rests his elbows on his knees, eyes locked with the white floor.

“Sorry…”

The soft mumble you let out makes Iwaizumi shiver. He gazes at you, his chest feeling heavier as he watches big tears glistening on your face

“I’m sorry!!”

He bites his lip, a big lump forming in his throat as your breath hitches.

“ No, I didn’t mean to– Fuck! I should have notice it” he reaches one of your hands, shutting his eyes, unable to look at you.

“I’m so sorry y/n!! I’m supposed to take care of you and-“

His eyelids feel heavy, squeezing it your small palm tightly. You wipe some tears with back of your free hand before placing it on top of his.

“You always take good care of me, Hajime. It is not your fault.”

Iwaizumi’s features soften before standing up. He pulls you into his chest, pressing the back of your head against him as his other hand lays on your small back, making soothing motions.

“I’m gonna make sure you get better, princess”

after a full week of training you find your way back to the gym, eager to see your boyfriend

and of course, the second years doesn’t waste the chance to practice some blocks with you

you land awkwardly from a jump and your knee makes a dreadful pop

everyone freaks out

kita returns from the lockers to find a total chaos.

his face remains calm but his heart is hammering against his chest

he gives a cold stare to the twins and they are quickly searching for help

next thing you know the whole team is carrying you out of the gym

“It says it is an ACL”

“A what??” you ask, laying on your back on the nursing’s bed

“Anterior cruciate ligament injury”, kita says, reading the papers in the folder the nurse gave him moments ago.

‘Are you family?’

Kita took a moment to think about the question. Finally, he looked at her, his heart spoking for him.

‘Not yet’

“I-Is it really bad?”, you ask, eyes flooding with fear.

“It says these injuries don’t heal”

The air around you turns incredibly thick, difficulting each of your breathes.

Kita feels a stab in his chest at the sight of your pale face and teary eyes. He unconsciously moves closer to your bed, mind deep in thought as he feet take heavy steps.

You sob loudly and hide your swollen eyes in the joint between your forearm and elbow.

“I’m finished.” You exhale before sealing your lips.

He stares at the ceiling for a couple of seconds and then he taps your shoulder. Keeping your position, you roll a to the side, making a space for him.

“Not at all”

He caresses your hair, staring at the wall. You look at him, confused.

“But I won’t be able to play again–“

“And?”

You blink, your parted lips open to protest but Kita resumes his train of thought.  

“You can still be involved in volleyball outside the court.”, you tilt your head, waiting for him to continue, causing kita’s eye to soften as he continues rubbing your hair.

“You have many other qualities and–” he brings your hand to his lips, placing a warm kiss. Kita smiles as your breath slows doing as he had anticipated.

“– whatever you choose, I’m gonna be here for you”

Your feel like crying again, tears prickle on the corner of your eyes but Kita  wipes them away. You hold his hand in that position, enjoying the warmth his palm offers, feeling safe in his touch.

“I love you Shin”

His heart lightens at your words. He gazes down at you, a tender look grazing his features as he leans to kiss your nose.

“Rest for now my love“

[bo0zey]

ok this is like pt2 of that longass recent post so just ignore this bc this parts even STUPIDERR

anyways imma try to work on the rough draft after showering but i know i won’t have a enough time to finish it before clinical n ik she’s gonna call me out and wtf am i gonna say?????? i hate using my mental health as an excuse bc i feel like no one cares or believes me or thinks i’m just lazy and or crazy or being manipulative but like i swear i’m not i just happened to lose control over my frontal lobe at the wrong time of the school week i’m ??????? last time i turned in my annotated bib late too n she like ripped me a new one about it n i’m afraid of disappointing authority figures bc yknow my narcissist dad would only ever acknowledge my existence and express being proud of me when i got good grades like it was all i was worth to him; A’s meant affection and B’s meant “but u could’ve gotten and A so what happened??” n everything else meant NOT GOOD ENOUGH even in high school he hounded me “haha yeah ur #2 of ur class but what abt #1 huh why aren’t u #1?? i saw both ur gpas they’re so close omg they’re like a tenth of a decimal!” n i was like lol ok it was actually like .00 something, AKA a hundredth of a decimal, and still it wasn’t enough if i don’t do what i need to do in school if i don’t get good grades then i would have never meant anything to him i was his trophy daughter only worthy of facebook posts when he felt the need to brag abt me and now that’s all really have to base my self worth upon bc i felt like that’s all he valued in me n now i don’t do nearly as well in college as i did in high school bc i think it’s bc i was traumatized for like 12yrs of schooling with him looming over me and college i could like finally be a human??? lol ok ANYWAYSS sorry for trauma dumping lol so like yeah i already felt stupid n disappointed in myself n then she was making me feel even guiltier/more useless n like i think i’d been awake for >2 days that day n probs on my period so i was probably extra prone to crying n then she had the nerve to look me in the eyes and ask if i was okay bc she saw them watering up as she continued to progressively dig into me and i fuckjgn HATE that question i fuckjing hate being asked it bc i just ?? idk maybe it’s a trigger bc every time someone asks it(typically adult authority figures i know im disappointing but can’t stop self sabotaging) i just lose all control of self regulating my emotions n my eyes start Rlly watering then dripping and she was the absolute last person i’d ever want to cry in front of so i tried so hard to stop i nodded my head and smiled so hard and wide despite the mask covering half my face because i was trying to like get my body to control itself but my eyes just kept running and i wondered how i must’ve looked to her probably insane the way i was fighting a losing battle against a mental break down n i was smiling like a fucking clown to try and make my cheeks reach my eyes so it looked real so she could see it behind the mask and look past my watering eyes and the more tears that fell the harder i made myself smile and laugh all the while THE TEARS WOULD NOT STOP like i probably looked like a fuckjng raging mentally ill maniac to her esp when i pointed at my mask and was like “yes i’m fine i’m smiling underneath the mask i promise heheheh^.^” n giggled and then cried intermittently through the last 2 hours of clinical then silently on the car ride home bc i had to drive my roommate back w me n then as soon as i passed the door threshold i just broke down for literally NO FUCKJGN REASON??????????? like full on waterfall n my roommate turned n glanced at me n was like omg what happened what’s wrong??? MY NEXT 2 LEAST FAVKRJTE QUESTIKNS so obv i went from silent crying choking down sobs to total blubbering sobbing incontrollable inconsolable mess n it was so embarrassing bc i already burdened n traumatized her w my mental breakdown last august sooooo yeah that sucked lol n obviously what i was crying abt sounded so stupid i don’t even know why i would breakdown over something so stupid i’m so weak it’s honestly embarrassing lmfaooooomsbxbd🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

[zegraywolf]

Hi hello! I just saw that you'd like to do one of those question thingies, so if you want to, tell us three things you love about yourself, three hobbies/interests of yours and/or three random things that you just want to talk about (no pressure tho)

I hope you have a lovely day <3

Dude how have i no been following you already? Perfect timing by the way i was gonna go out and find some more fic writers and here you come with a fic rec post and fics yourself.

I shall thank you for reading my tags it seems I get to talk to people when im being all mopy for no reason this is like the second time I've just ranted without expecting anyone to respond and suddenly someone is responding to me :P

1: When i was in highschool I had a sandwich with undercooked bacon and was choking on a huge piece of bacon in a room with like 70 people all eating as well. I spent 30 seconds calmly getting up going to the trash can and pulling out a piece of practically raw bacon from my throat. I then proceeded to sit down chug my water because my throat hurt and get my cross country shoes on for the rest of the practice that day. My coach who was seated on the table to the left of me came over and told me I shouldn't go to practice and i asked why to which she said and i quote "well you obviously don't feel good you just vomited into the trash can." I then proceeded to inform her that i did not vomit I was choking and was perfectly fine to continue practice. The look of pure terror on her face still makes me cry laughing to this day. Needless to say i went to practice and only until 4 years later did my parents find out i almost died. (Thought and still think it was funny as hell I imidately realized the stupidity of the situation even which bacon killing me.)

2: My music taste varies wildly. So much so that I can give my head phones to one person and then 5 minutes later give them to another and one will think i listen to folk music and the other will think i listen to indy heavy metal. I've have multiple people argue over my music taste infront of me.

3: I am uncomfortably good at keeping my head in really bad situations or moments of high stress. A great example is the bacon debacle but also my dog was recently put down (old man at the age of 14 was going soon anyway and we wanted it to be painless and with everyone so he didn't have to be scared home alone incase something happened). While I was sobbing over it about 30 minutes before he was put down through out all of the crying i was thinking "I understand that this is an important emotional release but I'm tired of this i wanna spend some time with him before he goes not crying because i can't get my self incontrol for it." I had multiple thoughts like " you need to breath it will make it hurt less." "What about this hurts it's a long time coming and we've accpeted and gone through this multiple times at school." And my personal favourite "relax there is no need to be sobbing this much you can cry all you want but I need to pull this together for long enough to breath and work through the emotional problems i am having right now."

The various times I've heard creepy things in the woods and after my implus freeze imidately going "where was it, what color, what size, is it a threat, and am I close enough to get home/to safety." Clearly going through my head until i have no idea what the answer is and just say fuck it and leave to go home anyway.

[oh-sweet-mama]

Lonely (VII)

T.W Angst, swearing

3rd person

Sirius watched as Remus gently lead her to the shrieking shack. Remus' condition still remains unannounced to her.

The climb up the steps into the main part of the shack seemed endless in the sense of following a trios fates. James nodded to Sirius allowing room for the three.

Y/n sat on the small mattress near the window. She gazed out on to the field.

"Never knew this was here." She murmured.

"S'posed to be like that." Remus murmured back. Taking a seat next to her.

Taking her hands into his much larger ones, he held onto her, hoping it would be enough to keep her close.

"Y/n."

Y/n tore her gaze away from the window and onto his green eyes that leant towards blue.

"Y/n, I have to tell you something- well a few things, but I we'll start with the most forth coming topic," Remus looked down into his lap, then to Sirius as a source of comfort. Sirius recognizing what Remus was about to say, he took the steps to his other side and placed his hand on his shoulder comfortingly, "As you understand, hopefully of the struggle of telling close loved ones about, erm- sensitive topics, I hope that you will give me room to tell you that, I do also- have Lycanthropy."

Remus felt tears prick the corners of his eyes. Though the feeling of Sirius' comforting hold on his shoulder, he realized that Y/n had never let go of his hand. Instead she gave a gentle squeeze.

"I understand the struggle, to well, to be honest."  Y/n said. Remus looked up at her, y/c/e's, that were filled with sincerity. "Theres a lot more from where my story resides, but that will be for another night."

"Another night?" Remus asked.

"Can let you go now, can't go back to those woods, thought I was going to die last year. Got the scars to prove it."

"Well, we have about 2 and a half hours before the moon reaches it's peek." Sirius told us.

"Y/n, please, I can explain why, me- Sirius- please let me explain." Remus practically begged.

"I- Remus, I trust you, but I need a practical reason, as to why one would cheat." Y/n said, in a smooth tone.

Remus shot up, dragging Sirius, "I'll be right back ok, I need to talk to Sirius." Going to the next room over, the walls were immensely thin, in some places you could see, Y/n still sitting on the bed.

"Sirius, please please please tell her." Remus hugged Sirius, silent sobs wracked his body, "please, I- I can't be without her or you."

Sirius pondered for a moment. He never meant to intentionally hurt anyone. He didn't mean for it to be cheating either. How was he supposed to tell her?

How was he supposed to tell her that he has had a crush on Remus since he first met him, then once Remus had started dating her, first it was the pain of rejection, though he hadn't been rejected. But the pain of not knowing who he was in love with.

"All right, Rem, I'll tell her, ok? How am I supposed to though? I was sleeping with the love of her life, and it was cheating."

"I know pads but please, please try." Remus sobbed into Sirius' chest.

"Come, now Remus, we don't have much time left." Remus pulled himself from the floor, leaning on Sirius. His legs like jello, the pain of his bones starting to move around under his skin. "I've got you Rem."

As they pulled around the corner, Y/n seemed to have vanished. Her spot was vacant, worry riddled both of the boys, fearing the worst, that she decided none of the reasons was valid enough. When suddenly a sharp bark snapped them out of their thoughts.

Sirius stumbled back, grabbed the collar of Remus' sweater, yanking his back, by the throat.

The large wolf cocked it's head, it's large fluffy tail, swishing excitedly behind its.

"Sirius, let me go." Remus tried to get Sirius' death grip off of his sweater collar.

"No! how'd a wolf get into here? James! JaMeS!" Sirius continued to grip onto Remus in fear. Remus, tore his sweater off of his body, leaving his white button up under shirt. "RemUS! No!"

Remus slowly crawled towards the wolf, "Sirius, look at her eyes."

Sirius paused, looking into the wolves eyes, noticing the human definition of them, they large y/c/e's that were so contrasting, amongst the stark brown and grey of the wolves face. "Y/n?"

Again a sharp bark, and a kiss on Remus' face.

"what are you? Not a lycanthrope?" She slowly approached Sirius, her head hung low. "Got somethin' to tell you princess."

Sirius pet her on the top of her head, smoothing the fluff between her ears. A thud of her wolf-ish bum hitting the creaky floor boards, and her head resting on Sirius' chest.

"there's only one reason, I was sleeping with Remus, and when I'm telling you I'm not lying to you, I hope that you'd believe me," a soft wine came from her, "I love you, I love Remus, I can't be with out the either of you."

Warm tears ran down Sirius' face hitting the top of her head and ears, causing small wet spots. Y/n looked up, and licked Sirius' tears away. Remus came and sat on the opposite side of Y/n, and leaned down, kissing the spot between Y/n's eyes, then doing the same on Sirius' forehead.

"I love both of you Y/n, I hope you can do the same to us." Remus murmured to Y/n.

She suddenly sat up, leaving a sloppy kiss on both of their faces, before dashing out. Remus pulled Sirius' head into his chest, letting the man cry it out.

A thumping of steps, the click of nails against the wooden floor.

"5 minutes until full moon!" James told the two men on the floor. "Ah Twigs! you're a lot cuter than you told me."

James leaned down patting the wolf on the head.

"Twigs?" Remus asked, still holding Sirius.

"Yea, kinda' like me, Prongs, and Padfoot, apparently, when she first shifted, she ate a bunch of twigs, then puked them up." James laughed at the end part, and elicited a playful whine from Twigs.

Remus started to feel the effects of the full moon, his bones started to break and move. Leaning back against the wall, he lightly griped Sirius' forearm. "Sirius, time for Pads, don't wanna hurt you."

Sirius moved back, and allowed his Animagus from to be present. A dark black dog sitting now in Sirius' place. However Twigs still towered above Padfoot, by three or four inches.

Twigs ambled over to Remus carefully, her tail starting to come between her legs, ears up right and pointed forward. She was empathetic towards, the boy who was experiencing his monthly ailment, that caused heart wrenching pain to those who had to watch.

Trying to prove what comfort she could, to the love of her life was already starting to face the excruciating symptoms.

Remus felt as his bones began to move, and break, some moving so extensively, that his skin had to stretch thin. Pained screams filled the small area of the shrieking shack. Remus tore his shirt off, the first time in two years, that Y/n or Twigs had seen him shirtless.

Yet Sirius, had the ever flowing luxury of Remus's trust. Y/n wanted to love on Remus, show him how much she truly loved him. Yet a few flicks of Sirius' wand and he had Remus around. his. Fucking. finger.

An incontrollable snarl, emitted from Twigs' chest. Her lips and facial muscles curling up above her teeth, and ears pinned back against her head. A couple of blinks cleared Y/n's clouded head, a yawn, displaying a release of stress. Then promptly walking out of the room to sit in the next room over.

The Full moons light peeked through the window, then the light hit Twigs' eyes, causing a deep, emotion fill howl, and both rooms to still.

Remus sensed the pain in the Howl she let out in the next room over, he knew she maintained her Human conscious, she must have realized something.

Feeling the final effects of the transformation, Remus, prayed for this to be over soon.

Sirius watched on as his lover, cried out in pain, his legs, fingers, and arms elongating, changing Remus into Moony.

Then Moony sat up howling up at the ceiling, and walked over, nuzzling Padfoot, and looking up to the now taller, Prongs, soon joined, by a small palmed sized, Wormtail, but still missing Twigs.

Where is Twigs?

[fullmetalscullyy]

day 15 - i saw mommy kissing santa claus - jimmy boyd

the magic of christmas time - royai advent calender

24 days - 24 oneshots | with angst, fluff, and everything in between | both canon and au

a collection of christmas themed oneshots to celebrate royai | chapter prompts based on my favourite christmas songs

read on ao3

i saw mommy kissing santa claus

uuderneath the mistletoe last night

she didn't see me creep

down the stairs to have a peep

she thought that i was tucked up

in my bedroom, fast asleep

Mia Mustang frowned from her hiding place on the staircase. She peeked through the barrier, seeing Mum moving about the living room. She was picking things up and moving them, but Mia couldn’t see what it was because of the angle she was at, and the couch perfectly placed to hide whatever it was from view.

Mummy smiled and said something to someone, but it was too quiet for Mia to make out, and Mia couldn’t see who she was talking to either.

Then, the seven-year-old froze. That… That… That was Santa Mum was talking to! He walked into view and said something to her, making her laugh again. It was louder than before, and Mia noticed how happy she looked in that moment. Handing Mum a present, Santa leaned forward and kissed her. Mia stopped.

Santa… Santa couldn’t kiss Mummy. Only Daddy could kiss Mummy like that! What was Santa doing? Mum wrapped her arms around Santa’s neck and kissed him back happily.

Dad… Poor Daddy. Mummy could only kiss him. Why was she kissing Santa?

“Mia?” a whispered voice called to her. She jumped on the steps, tears jumping up in her eyes. The threatened to fall over and down her cheeks. How could Mum do something like that to Dad? Just because he was away with work didn’t mean she could kiss Santa!

She whirled in place, her heart racing because she was upset and got a fright.

“Mia, what are you doing?” James asked her from the top of the stairs. He was standing on the top step, towering over her as she was seated halfway down. Fearing she was in trouble for being up, Mia’s chest began to heave quietly, building in volume as her crying became incontrollable. James hurried down quietly and scooped her up. Mia gripped his t-shirt tightly as he hugged her close, his hand spread wide across her back as he hurried back upstairs again. Mia’s eyes were squeezed tightly shut, so she didn’t notice they were going into James’ room.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, concerned. “Why are you crying?”

“I – I –”

“Take your time,” he murmured, smoothing down her hair.

“I saw Mummy kissing Santa Claus!” she cried out, her breathing hitching as she tried to catch her breath. The childish name burst forth from her trembling lips unintentionally. She was trying to be more grown up like her friends at school, so tried not to say Mummy or Daddy anymore. It was hard because in her head she switched backwards and forwards, but she was really trying.

Mia pulled back to look up at James. His lips were pressed into a thin line, which smoothed out and he laughed quietly to himself. “It’s not funny!” she cried, becoming more upset. “How could Mummy do that to Daddy?” she sobbed.

“Mia, it’s okay,” James soothed.

“It’s not! Mum is only supposed to kiss Daddy! Not Santa!”

James laughed again and Mia pulled away, shocked. She struggled to get out of his hold, but her big brother was too strong.

“Mia, listen to me,” he commanded softly. “It’s all right. Santa is… allowed to do that.” When he finished, he had a frown on his face.

“What?” she asked, confused.

James shook his head. “I mean, sometimes when people say thank you, they kiss each other. It’s not a big deal. I kiss you, but Jessica is my girlfriend, isn’t she?” Mia hesitated, then nodded. “So, it’s okay. We’re allowed to kiss people to say thank you.”

Her brow furrowed as she thought through what James said. He was right. They all gave her a quick kiss sometimes to say thank you. But that was on the cheek. Mum had kissed Santa on the lips.

She had to tell Daddy.

“Okay,” she said quietly. It would have to be a secret for now. She’d wait until he got home from work. Her heart sank when she remembered he wouldn’t be home for Christmas. It didn’t feel right not having him here.

But that didn’t mean Mum could do that to Dad when he wasn’t here.

Her mind was made up.

*          *          *

Riza looked up as James breezed into the room, his teeth on show, jaw clenched, and expression in a grimace.

“We have a situation,” he whispered urgently, pulling her into the kitchen.

“What?” she asked, her stomach dropping. Her thoughts instantly flashed to Mia, expecting something horrible to have happened.

“Hey,” Roy greeted over his shoulder, not fully paying attention as he continued stirring the cookie dough mixture. He wouldn’t have been able to see James properly anyway, not with all the fake white hair sticking outwards from his face. The Santa suit was great, but it was cheap, and the white hair just didn’t want to behave on the beard.

“James, what is it?” Riza asked.

“Mia saw you both in the living room.”

Riza’s shoulders sagged. “Is that all?” she asked in relief.

James grimaced again. “Well, yes. But she saw you both. As in, Mummy and Santa, not Mummy and Daddy.”

Riza froze.

“So?” Roy asked.

“So, she saw Mummy kissing Santa Claus.”

“Isn’t that a song?” Roy asked after a beat.

Riza groaned. “She saw us?” she asked, looking back at James, who nodded to confirm.

“I’ve never known someone to be so excitable on Christmas,” Roy muttered. “Even growing up, the kids my aunt adopted were out like a light by nine o’clock on Christmas Eve. Our little tyke snoops on the stairs instead.”

“I think every kid does that.”

“I bet you didn’t,” Roy grinned. “You were always exhausted by bed-time.”

“I’ve done my fair share of Christmas snooping, don’t you worry,” James quipped.

“Guys,” Riza hissed, drawing their attention back to the issue at hand. “Focus.”

“On what?” Roy chuckled. “So, she saw us together. Big deal.”

“No,” James stressed. “She thinks Mummy has been cheating on Daddy with Santa Claus, while Daddy is away with work over Christmas.”

Roy’s hands slowly stopped from his stirring. “Oh.”

“Oh, is right,” Riza added.

“Oh boy,” Roy added, placing down his utensil. He discarded the Santa hat and placed it on the counter, scratching his chin after removing with itchy beard.

“What do we do?” Riza asked. She sounded genuinely worried about it.

Roy was silent as the two conversed back and forth, bouncing ideas off one another, but not one of them was decent or plausible enough. Finally, Roy entered the conversation.

“I might have an idea…” he stated slowly, a grin spreading across his face.

“What?” Riza asked, looking at him expectantly.

Roy grinned at her. “You’ll find out tomorrow,” he winked, turning back to stirring the dough to make Christmas cookies.

*          *          *

“Daddy?” Mia called, entering their kitchen.

“Yes, bear?” He still beamed when he thought of her reaction when she’d seen he was home for Christmas that morning. James had recorded it on his phone, and Roy wanted to watch that forever. She had no idea he’d be coming home early from work and would see her on Christmas Day, rather than miss it, like was originally planned. Roy fought tooth and nail to be home in time for Christmas.

“Can I tell you something?”

“Of course, you can. You know that already,” he reassured her. Roy scooped her up and placed her on the kitchen counter as he continued to stir the many pots on the top of the hobs.

Mia bit her lip and looked over his shoulder, into the living room where Riza and James were playing a video game against each other very loudly. Riza was losing, so was trying to sabotage James to try win at least one game.

“What is it, bear?” he asked softly, noting her hesitation.

Then, she leaned in a lot closer than Roy thought she would and answered with her voice low. “I saw Mummy kissing Santa Claus last night,” she whispered. Roy noted her nervous tone, the way she swallowed, and the way her eyes welled up with tears. She was truly worried about it. Poor kid.

“It’s okay, Mia,” Roy reassured her, his voice even.

She looked scandalised. “No, it’s not,” she demanded. Her tears were building again, on the cusp of spilling over.

“Mia.” He stated her name gently, but firmly, meeting her eyes square on. “It’s okay.”

“How?” she whispered. Her voice was thick with tears.

Roy made a show of looking around him, before edging closer to her. “Can you keep a secret?”

She was confused, but she nodded then wiped at her eyes to dry them.

“I’m not mad,” he stated calmly. “Because I am Santa Claus,” he whispered.

There was a beat of silence, then another as Mia just stared at him. Then, her eyes widened, her mouth parting as she silently gasped in shock.

“Ah!” Roy barked softly. “Remember, it’s a secret. Only Mummy knows. Now, you do too. That’s why Santa was kissing Mummy. I was saying thank you for helping me with all your presents before I went to the next house.”

“No way,” Mia gasped, eyes threatening to bulge out of her head.

“Yes way,” Roy winked.

“My Daddy is Santa,” she whispered in wonder.

“But! It’s a secret. Can I trust it with you?” he asked, his tone serious.

Mia nodded her head vigorously. “Yes,” she stated solemnly.

“That’s my girl. Now, off you go.”

She nodded with a grin and ran through to the living room. Roy watched her go, and noted she headed straight to Riza for a hug. Riza welcomed it wholly and spun her around, glancing at Roy when she finally faced him again. He made an “ok” motion with his thumb and forefinger, winking at Riza, before returning to cooking Christmas dinner.

[grandmasterofwangxiancultivation]

MDZS ch.102

yeah, slowest reader ever, i know, but real life is too annoying to ignore, though i wanna stay here and read mdzs forever sdoijfpowgfpo so dear lord give me the patience for this chapter, i know i’ll keep suffering until the very end.

Although he was pierced right through the chest, Jiang Cheng wasn’t so weak as to have died right then.

alright ALRIGHT, THAT'S WHAT I WANTED TO READ *breathes again*

EDIT: OKAY BABE I CARE ABOUT YOU BUT HOW DARE YOU SAY “FUCK OFF” TO MY SON JIN LING LET’S KEEP CALM HERE

The dog’s barks came from afar, followed by a sudden wail. Jin Ling shuddered as he remembered what Jin GuangYao said, shouting, “Fairy, run! They’re gonna kill you!”

RUN FAIRY. RUNNNNNNNN

EDIT 2:

Jiang Cheng first pressed onto an acupoint at his chest, stopping the blood flow. After he sat down, he looked up and glanced over at Wei WuXian and Lan WangJi. He soon looked down again. His face was gloomy, disclosing nothing of what he was thinking.

I need these two to talk? let’s stop this bullshit? Right now is okay too, since everyone seems to like spilling their own feelings in a life-or-death situation.

EDIT 3: I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE HELL IS THERE UNDER THE TEMPLE, BUT I'M SCARED AND CURIOUS AND COME ON TELL US

EDIT 4:

But for some reason, Jin Ling seemed as if he really wanted to talk to them. After some glancing around, he suddenly began, “Uncle, good thing you stopped that guqin string earlier on, or else things would be pretty bad.”

Jiang Cheng’s face darkened, “You can shut up!”

is this an awkward family dinner or what? JIN LING WANTS HIS UNCLE AND WWX TO SOLVE THEIR SHIT. MY BOY IS SO GOOD AND WANTS HIS FAMILY FINALLY UNITED, LOOK

EDIT 5:

Wei WuXian didn’t say anything either. In the past, he’d definitely laugh at Jiang Cheng for being so easily-provoked that he gave the opponent an opportunity. But now, recalling what Jin GuangYao said, he understood everything.

Jiang Cheng knew the truth already.

(*takes a deeeeeeeeeep breath*

good. I mean not good, but it happened, so now you all know. TALK)

Lan WangJi stroked Wei WuXian’s back a few more times. Wei WuXian looked up. Lan WangJi didn’t seem at all surprised. His eyes were almost gentle. Wei WuXian felt his heart skip a beat. He couldn’t help but whisper, “… You knew?”

Lan WangJi nodded slowly.

(BABE. YES HE KNEW. WE ALL LOVE YOU FOR WHAT YOU DID. NOW TALK TO YOUR BROTHER)

EDIT 6: OKAY JC IS SPEAKING, SSSSH, LET ME HEAR-

EDIT 7: I don't wanna hear anymore

EDIT 8:

Jiang Cheng’s voice harshened, “What do you mean, enough? It’s enough as long as you say so? You know everything! You’re better than me at everything! Whether it be talent or cultivation or spirituality or personality, you guys knew everything while I was much lower—then what am I?!?!”

jc's speech is already choking me to death.

EDIT 9: LWJ PROTECTING HUSBAND AGAINST EVERYTHING

EDIT 10: i swear i lived only to see one day jc spilling his guts. this is all we have been waiting for? aaah, is this endless pain?

EDIT 11: EVERYONE IS SO TENSE, HELP. me as well. i can’t even quote. i just keep crying and reading and stab my heart a bit more

EDIT 12: is jc cRyInG 

EDIT 13: *throws pc on the floor*

EDIT 14:

Jiang Cheng was crying. Tears poured from his eyes as he forced through his teeth, “… Why… Why didn’t you tell me?!”

*sobs incontrollably and self-hugs*

EDIT 14:

He choked, “… You said I’d be the sect leader and you’d be my subordinate, you said you’d help me your whole life, you said you’d never betray the YunmengJiang Sect… You said so yourself.”

“…” After a moment of silence, Wei WuXian replied, “I’m sorry. I broke my promise.”

Jiang Cheng shook his head, burying his face deep into his palms. A second later, he suddenly burst out with a laugh. His muffled voice mocked, “It’s such a time already, and I still need you to say sorry to me. What a fragile person I am.”

Did you hear that? It was the sound of me dumping my body into the water and leaving earth. Bye.

[moonchild93liner]

Luna - Hybrid AU - Chapter 06

Summary: Y/n is a cat hybrid that had some troubles in her past but after spending a long time in a shelter she decides to try something new in a house with seven men. Pairing: Hybrid!Reader x ? Warning! Mentions of abuse Word Count: 2.576 yeeeea I got carried away sorry Genre: FLUFF FLUFHFUFHYF FLUFFY A WHOLE LOT OF FLUFFYNESS with some points of angst because why not

Chapter 01 Chapter 02 Chapter 03 Chapter 04 Chapter 05 Chapter 07 Chapter 08 Chapter 09

I started to run in the direction that I thought it was from the store, my legs were definitely hurt.

I saw what it looked like Taehyung. He turned back, I froze. He noticed my figure stoping abruptly and I could see he was confused, he started to walk in my direction and I was still frozen. His face was tilting from side to side trying to understand what has happened. I saw the moment he recognized me.

"Y/N! FUCK!" His voice was very rough and he started to run, tears were falling from my eyes, he stopped a couple of steps in front of me.

"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO YOU?" He put his hands on his head, I had no reaction. He came closer and was going to put his hand on my shoulder but I hissed and flinched.

"No, I'm here to help you, you see, I was trying to find you since yesterday, I believe just a couple of hours after you left, why did you do that? What's with your nose? Did you fall?" He bent down and tried to look me in the eyes, I was sobbing, he offered me his hand.

"Let's go home? I got the keyboard but I forgot the receipt, lucky you I was just getting back to get it." I cleaned my nose and looked at his hand, I took it cautiously. We started to walk, even with my legs hurt I could walk properly, I didn't want to worry anyone any more.

We got to the store and the owner looked at me with pity.

"What happened to you dear? Did you pass the night on the streets? I asked you if you were going home..." He seemed disappointed, I just lowered my head.

"Anyways, hope you are two are heading home, she must have been through some bad times, take good care of her." Taehyung squeezed my hand and nodded.

"Thanks, we are going home now." He also seemed disappointed, like all of this was my fault.

The walk home was silent, I was not feeling comfortable to tell him what happened, he was acting kinda angry. We got home and I think everybody was there, they made me a very delicious breakfast with eggs and bacon, I got a lot of hugs and scratches! After we all ate I stood up to help Jin do the dishes.

"Y/n dear, whenever you feel comfortable to talk about what happened just know we are all here for you. We need to take care of you, did you hurt anything?" I brought a chair and was sitting beside him.

"Where's Yoongi?"

"Oh, he left this morning, a few moments before you arrived with Tae, said he needed to fix some stuff..."

"Well, to sum up, I clearly was lost, at first I thought about going back to the shelter-"

"DAMN! We need to talk to Mrs. Kim, sorry dear, we went there this morning but since we couldn't find you she got worried and asked us to call her if anything happens, just a sec... GUYS, CALL MRS. KIM! Now please, go on." He shouted and we could hear Kookie shouting 'yes' in response.

"Yes, I really thought about going back there but I'm just like a blind person on the streets, I don't know where to go, I don't even know how to cross a street..." Tears start to fall again as I remembered the things that happened last night but I needed to talk to them and Jin has always been very calm.

"...So I found that store and got the keyboard fixed because I broke it, obviously, but after that I didn't know where to go so I curled on the floor and tried to sleep but..." I had to stop, I took a deep breath and tried to go on. "... those, those guys they... " Next thing I know I was sobbing, Jin stopped what he was doing and squatted in front of me.

"What did they do angel? Did they hurt you?" He brushed my hair off my face.

"They kicked me, spit on me, told me awful things, they punched me and threaten me." I was crying my heart out, he hugged me and caressed my back. "I thought I was going to die, I thought I was GOING TO BE RAPED, I CAN'T TAKE IT! I DON'T WANT IT!"

"Shhhh, calm down, we are here, you are safe now, don't cry! Do you need to go to the doctor? I can take you, I promise it won't hurt, I won't let them hurt you, what do you say?" I simply nodded and showed him all the places I've been hurt, we went to the doctor, he prescribed me some pain killers and some rest.

We came back and since we were up practically all night we went to sleep, everyone else was sleeping when we arrived. I was so tired I just rolled over my bed and blackouted. . "Y/n, Y/n wake up, we need to eat, I know you want to sleep, you need to rest Jin told me about the doctor's appointment but eating is also important, we want you to be fully recovered and well treated, hm?" I heard Hoseok's voice growing clearer as he caressed my hair and I was waking up. He gave me a light kiss on my temple, I smiled and snugged with my teddy bear.

"Look at her, so cute, mind if I join you? Doesn't this bear tickles you?" He asked leaning over and starting to tickle me, I laughed and that made him go harder, I was laughing out loud when I felt my leg. I whined and he instantly stopped.

"Sorry kitty, here, let me help you, shall we? After that I can help you take a bath if you want to." He kissed my forehead and helped me get up. We went to the table and I sit beside him, we had a wonderful dinner even though it was a little late.

"Now, before resting again you need to take a good bath miss, do you want me to help you?" Hobi asked holding my hand.

"I don't know, maybe I can do it myself, but could you just, you know, be around in case, I don't know, something happens? Sometimes my legs hurt" I pouted, something I didn't do in a very long time.

"Of course, my little kitty! Anything for you!" He squeezed my cheeks, I held his hand and we went to the bathroom. He set the bathtub for me with hot water and some bubbles and stuff. I asked him to turn around so I could take my clothes off, he turned and tried to peek, I laughed and covered myself.

"DON'T YOU DARE, I WOULD SCRATCH YOU ALL OVER!" He laughed and smirked.

"I don't think that would be so bad, you know..." I threw my clothes at him and sat down on the tub.

"Ok, you can go now but keep close." He sat on the toilet with the top down, that reminded me of myself some days ago.

"So, how things work between hybrids, hybrids and humans?" He started looking interested.

"Well, as long as I know, the only difference is that from a hybrid I can reproduce, from a human, there's no chance, that's why we are used as sex slaves. There's this thing called mate, it's like your soulmate or whatever, when you want someone to be your mate you mark them, with your fangs." I explained as I washed myself.

"Ouch" He looked at me.

"Yes... I know because I've seen some friends marked but they say it doesn't hurt at the time. Also there's this thing called heat, they say every hybrid has it but I've never experienced because Mrs. Kim would give me some pills, she said they were good for me but to be honest it's been a couple of months since I took my last one. They say you get horny, excited all the time and it doesn't stop until you release yourself with someone, either a human or another hybrid." He was paying attention to every word.

"I think I'm good now, thanks for your help Hobi, can you please pass me my towel?" He stood up and grabbed my towel.

"You will have to stand up to get it." He dared to look at me with a smirk on his face. I scratched his leg top to bottom.

"Geez! Take it, bad kitty! I won't ever tease you again!" He left laughing.

I covered myself with the towel and went to my bedroom, I looked at the clock, 22:49, almost late. I put my most comfortable pajamas and as I finished changing I went to Yoongi's room to put the keyboard where I found it, I was just finishing it when I heard the door clicking.

"Hey..." It was Yoongi.

I looked at him terrified, I flinched and curled up on the corner already feeling tears forming, I instantly remembered him screaming, his voice was sharp, not like it usually is, soft and calm, like the way he is talking right now even though I felt a little shakiness.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have treated you that way, if you're willing to take my apologies I would like to know how are you..." I wasn't looking at him but noticed he left the door open.

"The door is open if you want to leave and don't talk to me, I will surely understand, what I did was terrible and, again, I'm deeply sorry, I would like to talk to you, can I approach you?" He squatted from where he was standing close to the door. I nodded.

He came closer slowly and again squatted in front of me, he showed his hand.

"Hey, I'm here now, thanks for letting me get closer, would you like a hug? I won't hurt you ever again, I've made a promise."

"Thank you" I whispered and hugged him, we sat on the floor and I fit my head on the crook of his neck, his scent was woody, I have said that before, I don't know how to describe his scent, it brings me safety and trust everytime. It's strong and striking but has a sweet undertone far far away almost at the end, it ends with a scent that makes me smell it again.

"Let it all out, I don't care how bad it is, I want to be the one with you right now and I want you to cry it all out to forget every bad that has happened to you." He whispered since I was close, one thing I liked about him is that he talked low, humans have this habit of thinking they need to speak loud, we can hear them clearly, maybe they can't hear as good as hybrids.

And I cried, I cried until my lungs hurt, until my hiccups were incontrollable, I tried to explain what happened between my sobs and to be sure I don't even know if he understood but I didn't care, I just wanted to take that weight out of my shoulders. During all of this he was hugging me tight but not enough to hurt me since I was still recovering, as my breathing soothed he brought his hand up and started to brush my hair with his fingers.

"How are you now? Feeling better?"

"Tae helped me, Jin took me to the doctor, we had dinner, did you eat?" I looked at him and as the cold air hit my eyes I felt them burning from the crying.

"I didn't ask what happened, I asked how are you feeling, I don't care about what Tae or Jin did, I want to know about you, also don't worry about me." He looked back at me and smiled, his smile was sweet and pure. I smiled back.

"I'm good now, feeling much better after letting it all out, thank you Yoongs"

"I will always be here for you, kitten." Well 'kitten' was something definitely new. "What do you say about watching a movie?" I nodded with a soft smile.

We got up and I sat on his bed.

"And you even fixed my keyboard, Y/n we really don't deserve you, you didn't have to do that! Let me set this up first and then I'll set the movie."

"We're not watching on the living room?"

"Oh no, I need to rest, I've been out for the whole day and the last thing I need is 6 men yelling and bickering about random stuff, plus, my bed is more comfortable." He closed the door. "I'm gonna leave this closed so we don't have disturbance but feel free to leave if you want to, ok? After the movie ends of whatever..."

"I just need to go to the bathroom first." So I did and when I returned he was already laying on his bed with his legs opened.

"You said your bed was more comfortable but it's not necessarily bigger, where do I go?" I chuckled.

"Come here, lay with me, I will give you cuddles!" He waved at me calling me to lay between his legs and I felt butterflies on my stomach with the sound of the word 'cuddles'. I felt my cheeks burning but did it anyway, I laid with my head on his chest and crossed my arms, to be sure I didn't know what to do with them.

"So, what exactly kind of things were you fixing?" I asked while he was setting the movie on the TV.

"I have a studio, it's also a good place when you need to think. I will try to be a better person now so I needed to sort out my priorities. Basically I was thinking about my actions and principles all day, that's it."

When he finished everything he left the remote control aside and hugged me from behind, a huge shiver went down my spine, I shrugged and left out a little chuckle. He kissed my hair.

"I will be your keeper, as long as you're with me nothing bad will ever happen to you again, huh?" He whispered in my ear and kissed my cheek slowly, I closed my eyes and focused on the warm feeling of his lips on my skin, I smiled widely and melted into his arms.

The movie was light, a story about a man following his dreams or something like that, to be honest I wasn't paying that much of attention to the movie, also I was starting to feel a little sleepy. I stretched myself and as my top came up a little by the action his hand was now on my bare skin, my eyes snatched open waiting for his reaction.

His other hand went up to scratch behind my ear and soft purrs started to come from the back of my throat unwittingly. The hand that was on my waist was now caressing my skin with delicate circle moves.

He placed feather kisses on my neck and sniffed me as his nose touched me. I was a shiver mess by the point, I turned over and hugged him, laying completely on top of him and already falling asleep not without noticing a weird bulge that was now pressing my stomach.

To Be Continued...

:)

The image is not mine.

[eddiesprincess95]

6 & 8 w/ pete or Tyler :))))

Here you go love I hope you like it x

Warning: Swearing

“And your new WWE NXT woman’s champion (Y/N)!!” the ring announcer screamed into the mic.  The crowd was going wild as I held the championship belt above my head, I had tears of happiness streaming down my face.  I had beaten Asuka after a few attempts for the title and I was beyond proud of myself and it seemed as if the WWE Universe was just as proud.  I knew my best friends Tyler and Trent and my crush Pete would be backstage waiting for me and be just as proud of me, they did have a huge part in training me up.  I Was hoping Pete was there first to greet me I’ve loved him for a long time, but it was the cliché case of we were best friends and one falls in love with the other, but I knew he didn’t feel the same, why would he when I’m just his best friend and he could have any girl he wanted.  

I got backstage and immediately scooped up by Tyler, he hugged me tightly as I cried happily into his shoulder.  When he eventually let me go and put me down I was clutching the title for dear life as this still all felt like a dream that I never wanted to wake up from.  “Guys I…I did it I won the title, I beat Asuka, I can’t believe I’m the NXT Woman’s Champion!” I couldn’t contain my emotions, my eyes still leaking with tears as Trent brought me into a hug, but Pete just stood there, straight face and no emotion.  He didn’t look proud at all.  “Love, we are over the moon proud of you.  Well done bab you did amazing.  Woman’s champion, our little (Y/N)” Trent wiped a pretend tear away from him eye clearly proud.  I looked over at Pete but as soon as I did he rolled his eyes before going on his phone smiling down at it.  “Got to go guys got a phone call to make” Pete smirks walking away from us three not seeming to care.  Well that hurt, he was an asshole to people in general but to me he was always the most caring person, lovely, sweet and just a completely different person.  Yes, when we are out in public he was always in character until it was just us two or us four.  

When he walked off with that smirk on his face I knew what it meant, it was his ‘I’m away to meet a girl’ look which broke my heart, I felt like id been stabbed in the chest.  “Thank you, Trent love, I’m going to go take a shower though so ill see you two later” I tried my hardest to smile and I kissed both their cheeks before picking up my stuff and walking to the locker room.  Once I had rushed off I closed the door of the locker room behind me and slid down it not being able to contain my emotions anymore, bursting into incontrollable sobs.  

Tyler’s POV

I frowned seeing (Y/N) looking so upset, it was so obviously Pete acting the way he did that upset her and his stupid smirk and the ‘I’m away to meet a girl’ look I wanted to slap it off of him.  I sighed looking at Trent once she had gone and we nodded to each other clearly knowing what we needed to do, that was to interrogate Pete.  

We walked to the cafeteria to see Pete talking on his phone with a smile on his face causing me to roll my eyes and sigh heavily.  I knew how (Y/N) felt about Pete which hurt a little.  I liked her, and Pete didn’t seem to care about her as much as I did.  We walked up to him and Trent took his phone from him.  “OI!!! What the fuck do you think your playing at, give me my goddamn phone back now!” Pete growled furiously trying to get his phone back from Trent, but he held it away towards me, so I took it and held it away from him.  “What the hell was that Dunne?? Did you see how upset (Y/N) was when you didn’t say anything about her title win? No, you were too interested in your phone and whoever you were texting which was obviously a girl by that stupid look that you do” I shouted getting angrier and angrier, there wasn’t anyone in the cafeteria, so it was okay not that I cared anyway.  “you have no idea how lucky you are to have a girl like (Y/N) in your life loving you with all her heart and you treating her like shit when one of her biggest achievements happens to her you are a prick Pete that girl deserves better than you!!” I had just blurted out her secret to the one person she didn’t want to know but I couldn’t control my anger anymore.  “why are you so angry Tyler Jesus man are you jealous or something??” Pete rolled his eyes huffing like usual.  I growled and leaned over trying to swing for him, but Trent kept me held back so I walked off not saying a word.  

Pete’s POV

I was really harsh on her, I never said a word, didn’t go near her I just rolled my eyes and went on my phone I wasn’t even talking to anyone never mind some girl, the only girl I wanted to talk to was (Y/N).  I couldn’t though, as soon as she came backstage Tyler just had to be all over her it pissed me off big time, it still does now thinking about it.  I mean I was in love with her and clearly so was he but still he didn’t have to get that mad honestly.  I had been so stupid I clearly saw all the hurt in her face before I walked away, and it killed me.  Trent was looking at me shaking his head in disappointment “you really fucked up Pete I’ve never seen Tyler so angry mate how could you make her so upset she was looking to go right to you when she came backstage” “I wasn’t thinking Trent for fuck sake, I wanted to be the first one to see her when she came through the curtain but Tyler fuckin beat me to it and it annoyed me I know he likes her but…” “holy shit your in love, id never thought id see the day the Pete Dunne in love, with his best friend as well this is a first.”  Trent interrupted me and chuckled as he crossed his arms.  “I know, I know shut up.  She’s better with Tyler okay? I’m not good enough for her.” I sighed looking down at my lap.  Trent sighed and got up “just tell her mate, you never know what might happen” and with that I was left in the cafeteria with my thoughts.

(Y/N) s POV

I had just finished my shower and got dressed into some comfy clothes not really caring.  I just wanted to go back to the hotel and get in bed, put on a sad movie and cry over some ice cream.  The pain in my chest was dulling slowly but it still felt like I was being stabbed.  Stupid me for falling for my best friend, he could have any girl he wanted why the hell would he want me? I walked out the locker room carrying my stuff when I bumped into someone.  When I looked up the frown on my face became more prominent.  “oh, sorry Pete, come to give me more of the silent treatment and talk to your girlfriend on your phone?” I looked down at the floor not rally wanting to look at him, my heart already hurt enough.  “(Y/N), I’m so, so sorry love for earlier, look I was a dick to you for how I acted when you came backstage with your newly won title.  You know I’ve never been good with words especially when it comes to you, when you came backstage and Tyler was right there hugging you tightly with your legs wrapped round his waist as you cried with happiness I got jealous I may not be the type of guy to do that but it was supposed to be me that you did that with, I was supposed to be the one holding you tightly whispering how proud of you I was.  I love you (Y/N) more than anything, I’m not afraid of telling you now” Pete took both my hands in his pulling me into a hug and resting his forehead against mine.  “I am so proud of you love as Trent put it over the moon proud you’ve deserved this for a long time and if you still want me I want to ask, will you be mine??” he blushed which I found adorable and I chuckled softly nodding my head.  “More than anything Pete, I’d love to be yours.”  He smiled the most beautiful, amazing smile that he only showed around me and crashed his lips against mine, all I could feel was the butterflies going crazy in my stomach.  If this was a dream never wake me up.  

[dejavudrew-blog]

12. “is this for me?”

Granted, his nightstand wasn’t the best place for him to hide it. It was where he kept his most prized possession: his small, pink crystal pipe. It was always dirty, and not for lack of cleaning (if he didn’t, you would because if he was gonna smoke, he wasn’t gonna be fucking up his lungs with all that extra shit) but because he used it all the time. He was a naturally stressed person and sometimes, when he was stressed from work or when you were stressing him, he needed a nice bowl to calm him down. It wasn’t often that you were the cause of his stresses but he hated the thought of disappointing you at the same time he thought he was a constant disappointment.

This hiding place had been the result of a heavy process which had really been quite simple but his overactive mind made it longer. He couldn’t hide it on the bookshelf because you would decide to pick up a book for the first time in almost a year. If he put it in a random sweatshirt or jacket you would choose that exact one to steal from him. He couldn’t put it in his underwear drawer because you took turns doing the laundry. You switched vehicles a lot so his car was out of the questions and all of his friends had significant others who were close to you so he couldn’t ask one of them to hold it. The whole thing was worrying him. If you found it before he was ready he would talk himself out of it. He knew in his heart that he wanted to marry you.

He opened the cluttered drawer but before he could reach for the one organized corner in the back he froze. This was the one place you didn’t go in the house. Weed was his thing and, sure, you asked him to share sometimes but you were never compelled to get it yourself. Grinding and packing was too lengthy a process for you most of the time. It was perfect.

The velvet box sat, untouched, underneath a pile of miscellaneous things in the drawer for weeks as he worked his way up to asking you. He kept the pipe very clean so you’d have no reason to go looking for it and you seemingly hadn’t noticed a thing. He went through the motions asking the correct people and more and more he couldn’t imagine his life without you. It was the day before he was going to ask you and you were looking everywhere for chapstick.

You were excited that Jason was taking you out but at the same time stressed about the whole ordeal as well. Going out with him was always stressful. For one, you knew how gorgeous he was and you couldn’t possibly see how you could stand next to him without looking out of place. You also couldn’t escape gorgeous women who seemed to come out in swarms whenever you both went out and you couldn’t help but notice the stark differences between your leagues; and that his was far better than yours. So you tried every day to make yourself enough, especially when he invited you out. 

Not only that but today, you were the reason for his stress. In fact, you were both stressing each other out. You had been bickering back and forth all morning but the dinner you were getting ready for was non-negotiable, you both had to be in attendance. He was sulking in the living room as your search continued, looking over the untouched bookshelf without much hope; that is until you saw it - a yellow tube! Your gaze lingered on the bookshelf as you applied it, caught on a loose notebook you’d never seen.

Cautiously, you pulled it from between the books it was so carelessly shoved between and opened it. Your eyes scanned over the first page quickly but you hung on every word. Despite the fact that there was no name claiming the beautiful poem, you already knew who the author was. Just as your first tear fell, he was walking through the bedroom door to chew you out for about the billionth time today. He paused, his jaw dropping as his words caught in his throat before he could get them out. “What’s…that?” His eyes were locked on the book, however, recognition and terror locked in is gaze.

You wanted to say something sarcastic back to him, get him to stop his innocent act before he even came through the door, but all you could do was let out a small sob. He met you half way as you attempted to run across the room on six-inch heels, pulling you tightly against his suit-clad chest, holding you up as you let yourself crumple against him with the weight of his eloquent words heavy on your heart. “You… tell me,” you choked out.

You were silent other than your sobs and the comforting croons he pressed against your earlobe. He rubbed your back, the material of your dress making the action less comfortable than he had thought - you didn’t have the heart to tell him that, though. After a while, he pressed a kiss to your temple once more, nudging your head upright. “Can I read you my favorite one?” No words passed between you as you nodded, stepping backward and falling back onto your shared bed. His full attention was placed on the book as he flipped through it, in search of one in particular; after a couple relatively silent moments, he found it. ”Don’t laugh at me, it’s probably not done or any good, I just-“ you cut off his babbling with a soft ‘shut up and read it’ and finally he began. “Mark my words, that’s all that I have, Mark my words, give you all I got, In every way I will, You’re the only reason why, Oh I don’t wanna live a lie, Mark my words.” In your current state, you would need to hear it again when you weren’t hysterical to understand any of it. All you knew was that it was beautiful and he had wrote it for you; and that was everything. You motioned for him to continue as he looked over at your teary face. He did so hesitantly, “So you heard it all before, Falling in and out of trust, Trying to rekindle us, Only to lose yourself, But I won’t let me lose you, And I won’t let us just fade away, After all that we’ve been through, I'mma show you more than I ever could say… Mark my words.”

You were kissing. He held you tightly, uncaring to how late you were going to be to the party. He would surely be hearing from a couple people later, but your makeup was already ruined and he already knew you wouldn’t leave the house with your mascara running like it was. He also had something he needed to do before he could leave. Jason lead you over to his side of the bed without saying a word and made you watch in suspense as he dug around in the drawer until he found it. The little box.

You covered your mouth at the sight of it, tears falling from your eyes like a faucet at this point. How had you not expected this? “Jay… what is that? Is that for me? Please tell me you’re not joking right now.” You couldn’t stop the babbling of questions, though you already knew the answers. And despite everything, you were ready.

He didn’t answer you, just opened the box to reveal the shining ring. It was his mothers and it went with the wedding ring he had made that was an exact replica of his grammy’s wedding ring. This had to come first. He got down on one knee and you had to admit, despite all of the times you’d daydreamed about him asking you to marry him, you never could imagine him kneeling. It was a vulnerable position and your big strong gang leader was anything but vulnerable. Except when it came to you. “Hey,” he whispered, taking your hand and pressing a kiss to the back of it. “You know I love you right?” You nodded quickly despite the fact that he was already continuing. He knew you did, you had to. “You’ve completely ruined me, Y/N Y/L/N. I can’t spend one day without writhing you another stupid fucking poem in this stupid fucking book. All I wanna do is sit around holding you and cooking for you and kissing you and writing you stupid poetry-“ you stopped him, sharply telling him to watch his mouth to which he laughed, “And you’re always fucking making me laugh! I’ve never met someone who makes me laugh for their humor alone. Like I’m always laughing at Za but… he’s Za. And with you it’s just incontrolable. Like it just comes out of me like it’s… like smiling‘s just not enough. And I don’t know what I would do without that, or where I would be without you,” he scoffed, “Nah, that’s sappy. I know where I would be: dead somewhere. I value my life now that you’re in it, my future. And I want you to be my wifey for real. So, will you marry me?”

You did the only thing you could think of in that moment: fall onto the ground with him, lock your legs around him and pull him on top of you. Your lips connected again just as you heard a sharp ripping sound from your dress. Jason pulled away, worried, but you just shook your head carelessly, “I started it for you, McCann, are you ripping the rest off or am I?” Your plans were completely forgotten as he began to do just that, excitement sparking in his brown orbs. Before he began though, he paused to take your left hand and slip the ring onto your finger. Let’s just say neither of you made an appearance at the party.

[peppernights]

Turning 18 is never easy, especially when you live in Italy and it’s like turning 21 in the US. Talking about it now, I feel so conflicted because I’m way past that point (since I will be turning 24 in 2017.)

Anyway, when I turned 18 my life was pretty much fucked up. During my life, during my childood and even during my teenage years there was never stability in my house. I never really had a big / happy family, I have a foster brother who left our place when he was 16 and I barely remember him, my parents never really loved each other and they always struggled to get to the end of the month (in a matter of money.)

This being said, if I have to think about the worst time of my life, it would be when I turned 18. During that time, I was under a lot of pressure because graduation was coming, I had to focus on my grades and I had to start to think about my future. At that time, I was already aware of the fact that I wouldn’t be able to study abroad or do what I really wanted to do. (Or live the life my friends were living, sending applications all over the world). Anyway, even knowing that I would end up staying in my shitty ass city (to attend uni) I had to pick a field. Being an extremely anxious person, that stressed me out quite a lot.

Honestly though, the worst thing about that time of my life wasn’t even all of this. My parents decided to get a divorce (finally!!) and I honestly was happy. Because I would get my life back and I would stop hearing them yelling at each other every night. (We didn’t live together anymore anyway, but there was still a lot of chaos in my house.) The bad part came when my father decided to drag me into all of that to win the cause. He basically made his lawyer write some sort of lawsuit (toward me) claiming that my mother and I had made an allience and that I was an horrible person. This letter was one of the most disturbing things that have ever happened to me. To hear your own father call you names and stating how horrible you are as a daughter (in front of a judge) is something I can’t even begin to explain. What I remeber was the humiliation I felt thinking that so many strangers would get that idea of me, that they would think that I was horrible when none of the things written in that letter were true. I never went to the court because I was mortified. Anyway, I went through all the stages of grief. And I decided to never speak to my father again (actually, I yelled at him to never talk to me again the same night that I turned 18 because he managed to ruin things even that night.) First there was rage, then there was sadness and a lot of other feelings. I came to guilt. Because you know, after all, I was the one calling the shots. I was the one that decided to never see my father again. If he died, I would be the one having that burden on myself. I know this is a stupid way to feel, considering what he did, but back then - I swear I could never let that go. I cried every day at least once and I was on non-speaking terms with my father for more than 6 months.

It was the worst thing ever and I knew I had to do something because I didn’t want all that responsibility.

Bones did it for me.

In 2011 they were arining s7 and most importantly, they aired the episode where Booth’s father dies. If you think about it, it was a good episode, but it’s not even an episode you would consider that much speaking about the show itself. It’s a show about death. People die in every episode. Anyway, that episode in that time of my life had such a strong impact on me, I can’t even begin to explain it. If you ask me to remember lines from the episode or even details, I won’t be able to do it because I don’t remember it. I have never rewatched that episode again. But what I remember is crying incontrollably in my room during all the scenes where Booth struggled with the death of his father and the sense of guilt of never having the chance to have closure with him. I sobbed incontrollably and then went to a board online and kinda told this story. (in my language). After a few weeks, I called my father. I don’t know if I did it for me or for him. I think I mostly did it for me. Because I didn’t want to have any regrets (see what I did there??) and it worked. My father and I will never have a normal relationship and I think that deep down I will never forgive him completely for what he did. But anyway, 5/6 years later, we now speak to each other. I go weeks without hearing from him, and the last time I spent a significant amount of time with him was like 2 years ago. But I am free. I don’t feel guilty anymore.

So, when I think about Bones, I think about this. Bones gave me more that I could ever imagine. It gave me my life back. Through its characters it made me a better person. No show will ever have the same impact on me Bones had. So yes, when I say that I am gonna miss Bones. I am really gonna miss Bones.

[wickedpaths]

“tell me we’re doing the right thing.”

flashlight is flickering to life, but he stops dead in his tracks. “really? now you wanna discuss this? you really think this –”, desperate gesture that includes all of their situation ( the abandoned ironworks, the looming clouds, the air threatening rain ) before he continues talking, “you think this is the right moment to get cold feet? i don’t know, richie! i don’t know if this is the right thing. i just know that mike was scared out of his mind and one of us -” ( he says it so that there is no doubt he is blaming all of this mess on richie ) - “one of us couldn’t wait to go check out this creepy place. and it wasn’t me, i tell you that.”

( readmore for length )

the big, cement kind of ‘tube’ mike had mentioned was impossible to miss, the hole that had broken out of it almost exactly as mike had described it. the only difference was that now, in the eerie monochromes of the afternoon, the scrapes of enormous claws ( ? ) were even more unsettling. it wasn’t hard to imagine that horrifying, giant bird scraping and fighting its way inside, gawking and eyeing and yapping with a hungry beak…

he shakes the thoughts off vehemently, takes a determined gulp from his aspirator for good measure and starts inching closer to the unmistakeable setting of mike’s story.

softly trembling hands trace the immense cuts in the stone, and it almost feels as if touching a relict: a poisonous, silent witness to a presence that shouldn’t exist, and much moreso shouldn’t exist in a run of the mill small town such as derry, maine. 

it could have been claws, eddie finally decides after further inspection, but it could also just be the regular decay of an old building torn out of existence by tragedy. could be, could be, he thinks, who knows what could and couldn’t be the truth in a town like this! but deep down, he knows the answer. he knows, and it makes the hair on his arms stand on end and the air feel electric.

“we should get out of here”, he says - whispers? - eyes suddenly alert on the sky. the birds have stopped singing, not a sound to be heard in the area. not a bee buzzing, not the familiar rustle of brisk wind in the dried up grass around them.

“richie?” he’s suddenly deeply aware of the absence of his best friend.  “richie?!” he can feel the panic rising like the tide, threatening to overwhelm him, pull him under, steal his breath until he drowns like a lost soul on the endless atlantic. “richie! this isn’t funny! where are you hiding?!”

exhilarated feet stumble backwards, get stuck in the underbush, and with a breathless gasp he falls, lands on his back.

we shouldn’t have come here. we shouldn’t have come here. we shouldn’t have —

the sound of unimaginable wings cuts through the air, and the next thing he knows is an immense shadow darkening the sun, and his mind goes blank, simply refuses to acknowledge what his eyes are seeing. it can’t be. it just cannot be. this cannot be real. yellow, soulless eyes, piercing even from how high up IT is, and he thinks he can even smell it, smell its rotting, dead breath whirling around him. he gags, retches incontrollable, unable to make a sound except a voiceless ‘agh.’

and then, with a booming voice that makes his body recoil in defense, IT speaks, no, laughs, a gawking, guttural laugh so terrible and wrong and reality-defying that eddie starts crying mindlessly without even noticing: hot tears on numb cheeks, the sheer terror of the unexplicable sitting like a dry lump in his throat. he can barely swallow around it, all dried up and limp inside, as if life had been sucked out of him.

“hey, eddie! eds! i’ll do it for a dime! heck, i’ll do it for free! ol’ bobby will do it for free! want a blowjob, eddie?! i’ll do it for free!”

it’s not a bird anymore, or maybe it never was, and rotten hands grab him, pull him, yank him, tongue lolling out with disgusting accuracy, winding up his leg, and, oh, god, it’s going to eat me. it’s going to eat me!

“RICHIE!!”, he’s screaming, unaware of it, a constant litany of desperation and insanity that takes over as he fights, fights for his life against squishy, infected hands decorated in the most disgusting ulcers, and oh, god, god fucking hell, it’s going to eat me and then i’ll be nothing but a stupid missing poster on a lonely post on kansas street and then people will forget me and no-one will ever waste a thought on me anymore, and i’ll die and rot and rot and rot until there’s nothing left of me but mud and bones.

for some reason, that gives him the strength ( spite? ) to fight harder, voice coarse as he keeps screaming, richie richie richie richie where the fuck is richie where the FUCK is richie i will not become a missing poster i will not die here today, and he scrambles to his feet somehow, running now, inhaler grasped tightly, and then, suddenly: it’s battery acid. battery acid! 

he keeps running, and he can feel it, feel it close behind, and maybe it’s the element of surprise that is on his side today as he suddenly turns around, eyes wide with shock and fear and something else, something deeper, something more ancient and visceral than any conscious thought or feeling he could describe.

it’s the pure will to survive, the one instinct that you could try to fight but would never win over: the pure, unadultered will and need to survive, whatever it takes.

he’s screaming now, a voice he has never heard before, and maybe IT didn’t expect him to be able to summon such intensity, but the leper stops, hesitates, and with a battle cry he would swear wasn’t his own, he points the inhaler at IT and triggers it. 

“THIS IS BATTERY ACID, YOU SLIME!!” 

IT convulses, and he could swear that he can hear it whine and cry as it whinces and flinches in pain, a hissy gasp as IT retreats, or maybe it’s laughing again, it’s hard to tell and eddie doesn’t care much.

“i’ll do it for a dime, eddie! wanna blowjob?! ha! ha ha! a blowjob, eddie!”

but he’s not listening anymore, knows he has to find richie, get out of here, run, run for his life as fast as his little legs can carry him. his friend is still nowhere to be seen, and with frantic eyes he scans the area, breathless, toneless screams as he keeps running, running until he reaches the hole mike had told him about.

maybe, if it had worked for mike…

he squeezes in, all at once wrapped into darkness, and there it is: a bopping flashlight, going from left to right as if someone was looking for something.

“richie?” his voice is so broken he barely recognizes it anymore, and with a heartfelt sob he stumbles into richie’s arms, all the exhaustion and realization of how close to dying he had been suddenly sinking in as his legs simply give out.

he hasn’t even noticed, he thinks as his vision goes blurry at the edges, he hasn’t even noticed. i could’ve died out there, and he wouldn’t have known. that thing can kill us, one by one, and we would never know. ( he also knows that it isn’t hostility or carelessness from richie’s side. IT has been here for so long, for… aeons, maybe, after all. IT knows what it’s doing. knows how to break us up, how to hunt us. and how dare we arrogate to own the strength or wit or knowledge to fight IT? how dare we? )

those are his thoughts as he feels darkness closing in, and he is still thinking them as he finally loses consciousness.

how dare we?