#sobbing over this. please. god. i thought i was finally shutting up about her more too

[fappellmoan]

dude last night I had a dream and you were in it and you were talking about film girl with my sister or something idek but you Were discussing film girl and you said something about her being from florida. which I Really don’t think is true but what if it was. but yeah we were in a restaurant and she literally showed up at the restaurant and nothing happened but it was weird regardless. just figured it was very silly and wanted to tell you bc I fear there has been a containment breach if she’s showing up in My fucking dreams. anyways have a nice day. or something. idk I literally just woke up

my reactions to reading this carmen… no WAY… i love this because you don’t fully know what either of us look like we’re just contaminating your dreams anyway. based on rancid vibes. incredible <3 have a nice day

[feyascorner]

Please please please I am in desperate need of Astarion comforting Tav.

Like Tav is always comforting everyone else, but there is never anybody to hold their hand when they are scared or hug them when they are sad. Please let them be scared. Let them be sad, let them be vulnerable and let them feel their own emotions.

Tav needs a hug :,)

a/n. no you're so right because I AM ALWAYS OPEN TO TAV LOVE!!!!! This ended up a lot more fluffy and lighthearted than I expected but I hope that’s okay! :) also this is not proofread pls excuse me for the grammar errors that are definitely in here.

You don’t mind helping others, really. You don’t mind guiding Shadowheart to escaping her evil goddess, you don’t mind finding a way to aid Gale’s ticking time bomb, and you don’t mind spending hours in battle to find a piece of infernal iron for Karlach. It’s natural after all, because they’re your precious companions.

But it’s also made the thought of being something else—the one being comforted—more shameful than anything.

It was just a bad day, honestly. Bits of your life being pricked at with needles. The whole week had been hellish, but today seemed to be bent on finally wiping you clean. A battle going wrong, the lake freezing over and preventing you from taking a bath, the pot of soup you were in charge of burning to cinders—they’re all small, but they add up. And when you find that your favorite pair of gloves are splitting at the seams, it’s your final straw.

You stumble into your tent, barely holding back tears as you close the flap shut behind you, signaling that you wanted to be alone. You collapse into your bedroll, face first as even the blanket beneath you isn’t enough to cushion you against the hard floor.

Gods.

You squeeze your eyes shut, begging your tears to leave. The others have a lot more problems at the moment—ones that wager between life and death—but you can’t help the overwhelming burst of emotions you’ve kept bottled in for weeks now. So many bad things are happening, but there’s no time for you to mourn, because the least you can do is stand beside your companions in their own grief. It forces you to constantly stay alert, keeping your heart open for them but shut closed for yourself.

It’s so, so overwhelming. It almost feels like it’ll swallow you whole.

“Are you alright, darling?”

You hadn’t even heard him entering the tent, and immediately your shoulders tense as you shoot up into a sitting position, wiping desperately at your eyes. You know they’re red, but you hope he ignores it. “No, I’m just tired. I’m turning in early for tonight, sorry.”

He stares at you, making his suspicion blatantly obvious to urge you to continue but you don’t, forcing your eyes to the ground. “No need to be sorry, my love. I was just making sure.”

You want to throw yourself into him. To let him hold you as you complain about the more mundane parts of life as well as the feelings wracking the sobs of your chest. To let him soothe you as all you can do is cry.

But you don’t. It’s just not what you do.

“Pity, these pretty things of yours,” he lifts your gloves that had been discarded on the ground with a cock of a brow. “I quite liked them. But…they don’t seem to be at a complete loss yet.”

You finally look at him.

“Why it just needs a bit of stitching and some polish. It’ll look even better than it did before with my handiwork,” he inspects the fabric closely. “Hm, I was finished with fixing Karlach’s shirt anyway, I suppose I could spare some time for your gloves.”

Despite his words, his eyes are gentle as they shift over to you, and it makes your lip quiver.

“I’ll ask again,” he says softly, and you know it’s an effort in vain to resist. “Are you alright?”

Like a river breaking through a dam, you fling yourself into him, tears already slipping down your cheeks as they smear against his shirt. You worry about the snot for a split second, yanking away, but he just pushes your head back to him, sighing with you practically wrapped on top of him.

“You should have told me before things had gotten this bad, my love,” he says, no true judgment laced in his words. If anything, he sounds amused. It makes you cry even harder as you wail loudly into his chest, with his hand rubbing soothing circles into your back.

It’s like a breath of fresh air.

“Would you like to talk about it?” He asks eventually after what seems like eternity, and your sobs have calmed to sniffles.

“…not now.”

“Very well,” he laces his fingers with yours, and you tilt your head up just enough to see the fond smile stretching on his lips. “I shall remain here until you’re ready. Until then, I have no quarrels with our current arrangement.”

You mumble against him as he lifts your knuckles to his lips. “…thank you for this.”

“You needed this,” he replies, as if it’s obvious. “I’m not you, of course, which is why comfort is not my strong suit, as charming as I am. I much prefer blowing off steam in a bloody battle, but this—“ he runs a hand through your hair, gentle enough not to pull at any strands. You resist the need to sigh into the feeling. “—this, I can do as many times as you need.”

[wegc]

perv!channie and reader finally fucking but she teases him the whole time until he has had enough. “you’re such a fucking pervert” and “you’re so disgusting” all while she’s grinning at him and riding him like her life depends on it. he’s literally a second away from cumming as soon as he’s inside her. “you really think you deserve to cum? after fantasizing about fucking your best friend’s sister?” she denies him to cum for so long that he finally snaps and flips her over, pounding into her like a madman. “such a tease, you whore” and “don’t have much to say now, huh?” she cums so hard but he’s not done. even after he cums, he aint done either…

OK IM DONE AHHHHHH (please feel free to finish or add on or write more to it bc i would v much appreciate it)

i’m ascending. something about cocky!reader paired with a perpetually flustered, perv!chan is such a mouthwatering combination.

perv!chan whose cock twitches inside you every time you humiliate him with yet another reminder of how repulsive and depraved he is; he can’t bite back immediately because you’re right. he’s nothing but a disgusting pervert and he’s fortunate that you aren’t completely appalled by him.

when you grip the base of his cock and guide him inside your dripping cunt, chan feels like he could pass away beneath you. every delusion of his, whether it emerged in his bedroom or your washroom—a mere room away from you—was coming true and it was far better than he had ever imagined.

all he can do is pant and whine under you, taking in the sight of your tits bouncing in his face and the cute flush of your face, which scrunched up in pleasure. most importantly, the feeling of your cunt—the warmest thing in the world—took his breath away; his cunt, all his—he’d make sure of it.

the overwhelming feeling of being inside you, the epiphany and high of all his dreams and desires coming true right before him has his poor cock pulsing inside you, seconds away from cumming. each flutter of your cunt, each moment your fingers teased his nipples or when your hot, wet mouth whined against his had him feeling lightheaded—he knew he wouldn’t last long.

and your teasing—while it did turn him on, it also infuriated him. god, you were such a fucking brat—a mouthy little handful. did you frankly know what he thought of every time he stroked his cock to the image of you? you wouldn’t be behaving so pretentiously if you knew all the things he yearned to do to you, all the positions he’d bend you in, all the fondling and groping he had dreamt of, all the mean and obscene remarks he’d taunt you with, all the ways in which he would make you beg for more. you had no fucking clue.

before you even realize it, you’re pulled off his cock and manhandled to your hands and knees, where the drilling of chan’s cock seizes your breath. he’s suddenly so deep inside your cunt—you swear the tip of his cock might kiss your cervix—and you can scarcely catch some air every time he snaps his hips to go harder.

chan would grin, smacking your ass, laughing shakily at the sounds of your yelps and wailing with each drag of his length. your face is buried in his pillow, but even that hardly muffles your loud sobs and pleas.

“god, you don’t ever shut up do you?”

“fuckin’ brat, you want more?”

“dirty little thing, you’re just as gross as me.”

“you feel like a whore, don’t you? doesn’t it make you feel dirty, knowing everything i’ve done? you hate that you like it, don’t you?”

chan, who fucks until dawn, cumming continually inside you and pulling out periodically to observe and engrave the way his cum oozes out of your gaping hole. he feels so pleased as he takes in the bruises and marks he’s littered on your body, marking you as his. or even better, the way your eyes gloss over, looking at him desperately with tearful eyes. your hair is dishevelled, draped messily across his ruined sheets, and your lips are bruised with his kisses and nibbles, lipgloss pathetically smudged away.

“so fucking pretty���my pretty girl, yeah? you wanna go again? can’t go without me, hm? need me so bad to stop all that fussing, right?”

“you’re all mine now, you know that? can’t fuck you just once—can’t have you looking at other people.”

[flowerygrdn]

MESS IT UP || r. cameron

gif, not mine*

pairing: rafe cameron x reader

warnings: season 3 spoilers!! angst, rafe is still fucking crazy, and very sad.

summary: y/n and the pouges need to get to south america, but when rafe brings ward to the plane, he needs to talk to her one last time before she leaves.

a/n: wanted to write something sad, but i will be writing some smut next 😏 also this is hella short, sorry.

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As my friends are bickering about Kiara and Jj, the engine of a motorcycle begins to grow closer. I see it first, two people are on it and then suddenly, it stops in front of us. Everyone turns their heads and the riders take their helmets off. Rafe's eyes meet mine for a split second before Ward falls off the bike. He rushes to his side and starts yelling at us to help him.

"Don't just stand there, help!" He yells, then Sarah rushes to his side and helps get Ward up. They run up the steps to the plane and I stay still in my spot.

"No, hell no. I am not getting on a plane with them." Pope states. I agree, I don't want to be on a plane with Rafe. Especially not after everything he's done. I thought he loved me, but he cared more about what his horrible father thought of him than me. Pope and John B go back and for the before Sarah steps off. She goes on a rant about how it's her father's plane and if we want to find another way we can.

Soon, Rafe steps off and Pope glares at him.

"Pope, not here," I warn him. As Rafe gets to the bottom of the steps Pope's hand comes to his shoulder.

"We're not done." Rafe shoots him a glare and walks away. Cleo makes sure Pope gets on the plane. Rafe looks at Sarah and there's a weird silence for a few seconds.

"Please take care of him." She brushes past him. I stay in my spot, I know he's going to try to talk to me, but I don't want him to. John B goes to walk past him, but he stops him.

"You do anything to him, anything, I swear to god I'll find you." They glare at each other for a few seconds before John B walks away.

"Y/N!" He yells over his shoulder. I slowly start walking but I feel a large hand grab my wrist before I could touch the steps.

"Y/N..." Rafe steps closer so his nose brushes over my temple.

"What," I say, I don't look at him, because if I do, my walls will break down again.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I messed it all up and I regret every moment of it. If I could do it all over, I would have done it differently. I love you, only ever you." He presses his forehead to the side of mine and I can feel tears start to fall down his face. I finally turn to face him and every piece of my heart breaks at the sight of his face.

"Rafe..." My hands cup his face and he breaks down even more.

"I need you to know that I'm sorry. I need you to know I love you. I need you to know everything, y/n." I press my forehead to his.

"I know, Rafe. I know, and I know you can be better than this. Promise me that you're going to try. Try to get better. When I get back, I'll find you and I'll help you." Our noses brush against one another and tears start to pool in my eyes as well.

"I promise, y/n." I nod then lean up to press a kiss on his lips. He pulls me closer to deepen it. My heart shatters even more. I love him so much, I've never stopped.

"Goodbye, Rafe." I turn away because if I don't, I'll stay. I need to help Jonh B right now. I hear Rafe's broken sobs behind me and the tears in my eyes finally fall as the plane door shuts. He's gone, I'm gone. Even if I do make it back, I know I can never go back to him, because he'll never change. Not even for me.

[withwritersblock]

It Wasn't Easy to be Happy for You

~It Wasn't Easy to Be Happy for You by The Lumineers~

Author's Note: pain stacking angst :) as always italics are flashbacks Summary: Luke gets broken up with and Jack is a good brother Warnings: cursing, cheating, sad!Luke Word Count: 1,493 Luke Hughes x fm!reader

It had been three weeks since they had broken up. The days dragged on and the sunshine felt a bit cold as the days progressed. It wasn’t messy, there were no negative feelings towards one another. At least that’s what he told himself.

Luke was still madly in love with her. He woke up thinking about her, he went to bed thinking about her. He wanted to be with her. But life came in the way. He had to move to New Jersey and she stayed in Michigan. 

But she ended things, for lack of better terms.

She sent the text five minutes ago asking if they could FaceTime. He had a feeling as to what it was about, which is why he was avoiding calling her. The girl he’s been with for almost two years, the person he thought he was going to marry. The person he was in love with despite being hundreds of miles away. 

He clenched his jaw as he propped his phone up against the headboard of his bed. He scooted backwards running his fingers through his hair. Pulling his lips between his teeth he pressed her contact and began calling her.

It was a good night for Jack to be out with a few of the guys on the team. Luke was supposed to join them but this needed to come first. 

She answered after four rings. Instead of being greeted with her usual wide smile, she was crying. He didn’t panic, he took a deep breath. “What’s going on, Love?” he asked as he ran his hand through his hair.

She shook her head as she wiped her hands over her cheeks, “Don’t call me that,” she said shaking her head, “I don’t deserve it,”

Luke furrowed his eyebrows as he licked his lips, “What do you mean?” he asked. 

Y/N tilted her head back, wiping more tears leaving her eyes. She was glancing off of FaceTime as she took a deep breath. “We need to break up, Luke, I can’t do this anymore,” 

His eyes widened as he scooted towards the phone as if he would be able to touch her through the screen. “I know the distance is hard, Baby but we can’t just give up on us,” he expressed, blinking his eyes rapidly, “Not after everything we’ve been through,” he said his voice cracking slightly as his spoke.

She shook her head as a sob left her throat, “Luke, I can’t say it, please don’t make me say it,” she let out.

“Say what, Y/N?” he pleated but she wouldn’t even look at her phone. He ran his tongue over his bottom lip as he nodded slowly as the idea popped into his head. The idea as to why she was in hysterics. He nodded as he clenched his jaw, “Did you-” he took a deep breath.

“God, Luke no! I would never!” she defended. 

“Then what don’t you want to say? Y/N!” he begged.

“It’s awful, Luke,”

“If it’s awful I wanna hear it,” he said as rested his hands on his legs. He sniffled as he kept his gaze on his phone screen watching her body language. 

She remained silent for a few seconds as she finally looked towards Luke through the phone screen. He was holding back every emotion he was feeling. Luke was always the strong one in the relationship, always keeping everything inside. She tilted her head back again as she swallowed hard.

“I think-I think I’m-” she took another deep shaky breath, “I love you, Luke, but I don’t think I’m in love with you anymore,” she said as she dropped her gaze towards her lap. She wiped her tears on her cheek.

He shut his eyes as he clenched his jaw hard. She was right, it was awful to hear.

“Is it-is it uh from the distance? I know we haven’t seen each other in months but-”

“I think it started that way but I don’t know, Luke, it’s just too much,” she let out. He nodded his head as he pressed his lips together hard.

“Okay,” he let out while nodding slowly, “Okay,” he let out again, his voice cracking.

“Luke,” she let out.

“No, it’s okay-” he cleared his throat as he took a hold of his phone and ended the call. He dropped his phone on the mattress as his eyes welled up in tears. He stood up from the bed desperate to take a shower and hide every emotion creeping through his body. The tears were desperate to leave his eyes. 

While he stepped out of his bedroom, Jack was sitting on the couch. “Luke, you still want to come out with us? I’m leaving here in a-” Jack trailed off as he watched Luke wipe his hannds on his eyes, “Are you okay?” he questioned.

Luke clenched his jaw as he shook his head, he ran his hand over his chin. “Y/N broke up with me,” he let out his voice cracking.

“What? Seriously?” Jack asked, standing up from his seat on the couch.

It was the three longest weeks of his life. The only part of his life that wasn’t lacking was his hockey. Weirdly, the overwhelming feeling of heartbreak propelled his skills. He was frustrated and angry and it helped him play some of the best hockey of his life. 

It was easier to be pissed off with his opponents instead of Y/N. He hated being angry with her.

But now, he was laying in a hotel room by himself staring at Y/N’s recent Instagram post. Her recent Instagram post with her new boyfriend. There were ten photos that he was able to stare at. Overanalyzing every detail of each photo. She was cozy, too cozy for only being together a few weeks. 

He stared towards her smile and how different she looked only three weeks ago. They still followed each other, so she knew he was going to see it. It was as if she did it on purpose. He took a deep breath as he stared towards the way his lips were pressing against her jawline. Just like he used to.

His eyes scanned the caption multiple times, it was lyrics from a Taylor Swift song he didn’t know.

He swiped towards her next photo seeing it during a concert she had gone to about a month before they broke up. They were posing together, his hand draped along her lower back, his lips pressed against her neck. 

He’s looked at the photo multiple times but it only just clicked. They were still together when that photo was taken. They were still together when he was touching her like that. They were still together and she lied. She lied.

“Fuck,” he muttered as there was loud knocks slamming against his hotel door. He groaned as he tossed his phone onto the mattress before he walked towards the door. He pulled it open as he walked away at the same time. 

“Did you open Instagram?” Jack asked as he shoved his way into the hotel room.

“Yup,” he said plainly as he started pacing in the small hotel room.

“You’re spiralling,” Jack let out simply. 

“Not spiralling,” he fought back as he took a hold of his phone and threw it across the hotel room. It hit the front door and fell to the ground. Luke didn’t care if there was any damage to it. 

“Dude,” Jack said as he watched Luke reach for his jacket and beanie that were lying on the chair beside his bed.

Luke stopped short right at the chair as he looked towards Jack.

“She was fucking cheating on me and fucking lied to me about it! She looked at me and lied!” he shouted as he began to put on his jacket and his beanie.

“What are you doing?” Jack asked as he tried to pull Luke back towards him. Luke pulled his arm away as he continued towards the door.

“Going on a walk,” he muttered as he walked towards the door. 

“No, dude-” 

“I was trying to be happy for her! She wanted out! I didn’t argue it! Everything that I have ever wanted for her was for her to be happy!” he shouted, his eyes welling up in tears.

“If being happy is being with someone else, I could fucking accept that! I can’t fucking accept the fact that she was doing it while I was hundreds of miles away! I can’t just sit here and let her flaunt the guy she cheated on me with!” Luke shouted, staring into Jack’s eyes. 

Jack nodded his head, “Alright,” he muttered, “Let’s get my jacket and we can go,” Jack said as he walked closer to Luke.

“I don’t need you to go with me,”

“I know but you’ve never been to Seattle, let me show you around,” Jack offered giving him a sympathetic smile.

[whatsk-poppinhomies]

Pairing : Mafia!Jeong Yunho x F!Reader TW : angst ; stabbing ; mentions of blood ; hospitals ; it's still kinda fluffy though because Yunho isn't actually an asshole ; Word Count : 3.0k

“Your phone is ringing…” You mumbled tiredly, letting out a little yawn as your arm draped over Yunhos chest, snuggling closer to his side, wanting to ignore the vibrating of his device against the hardwood of the end table. You hoped that he’d ignore it too, but his arm quickly slid out from underneath you to snatch his phone off the table, already on his way off of the bed to leave the room. “You could just let it ring, or turn it off…” You muttered, now wide awake from the sudden shift. 

“It’s just a quick call, love. I’ll be right back.” He tried to soothe you, leaning in to press a kiss to your temple, his hand brushing over your hair before he walked out of the room, the door left cracked just enough to let the light from the hallway shine in across the floor. Even though he was talking quietly, his voice was low enough in the silence that it almost seemed loud, the muffled words unintelligible, yet they drifted into the room and filled your ears. 

You tried to listen, but it seemed like the more you tried to hear, the quieter he got. He was always so secretive, sneaking around and never telling you where he was going. You always tried not to let it bother you, but laying in bed, his side now growing cold the longer he was gone, the warmth underneath the blankets had left with him… your stomach began to twist as thoughts filled your mind about what he could be doing behind your back. Was he cheating? Was there another woman, a secret family? Were you the side piece that he went to when he didn’t want to go home to his other family too late at night? 

“I’m back…” He whispered, shutting the door as quietly as he could behind him before climbing into the bed beside you, his arm moving to wrap around your waist once more and pull you against his chest, but your body tensed up as you sniffled softly into your pillow. “Hey… Hey, what’s wrong?” He whispered urgently, quickly rolling you over as if he could see you in the darkness of the room. “Are you ill? Do you not feel well?” 

You held your breath, thinking that maybe in doing so the sobs would subside, but after a few seconds you shakily gasped, crying full force now as you stared up at the outline of him in the faint light that came in from underneath the door. “Y-You’re cheating… On me… I kn-know it!” You stammered out, weakly trying to push him off of you, but he let his weight drop a little more, holding you in place beneath him. 

“What are you talking about?” He sounded shocked, and even a little bit offended that you’d assume such a thing about him. “I would never do something like that… You know that I love you and only you. Where are these thoughts coming from…?” 

“Who called?” You whispered, and now he was tensing up, you wished that you could see his face, see his expression, but just from the way his body reacted to those words, it only made your thoughts seem more valid. “It was your girlfriend… Or your wife… Or fiancee… Wasn’t it? She wanted to know where you’re at? What did you tell her?” 

“No no… God, no.” He sighed, finally getting up, propping himself up on his knees. You could hear the deep breath that he took, the sound of it being forcefully pushed out. “It was my boss… Okay? Please don’t… Don’t assume things like that. You’re the only girl in my life… There’s no one else.” 

“Your boss?” You questioned, unable to retain the scoff that left you. “Right, because everyone's boss calls them at 3 in the morning, Yunho. Don’t play me for a fool, I’m not stupid.” You retorted, rolling over onto your side and pulling the blankets higher around you. “Just be honest with me… I’m tired of the sneaking around, I’m tired of wondering where you’re at. I’m just tired of trying to find excuses for the way you act to make myself feel better.” 

The light suddenly flicked on and you were being forced to look at him again, his face solemn but serious as he stared you dead in the eye. “I don’t want you to wonder, I don’t want you to worry. I want you to believe me when I tell you that I’m not cheating on you. I’m not and I would never. It was my boss, honestly. My job is… Not the best… And I don’t want you getting involved in it. Just trust me, okay? Please?” 

His fingers were gripping tightly into the sheets as his eyes bored into your own. You had never seen him look so serious, so panicked since the two of you had been together. You didn’t know whether to believe him or not. His job had always been kept a secret from you, and even now, he wasn’t going to tell you what he did even though he was practically using it as an alibi. “Fine.” You muttered, huffing loudly as you pulled the sheets from his grip, squeezing your eyes shut to block out the light. You weren’t sure what was the truth with him or what was a lie, but you knew that you were going to find out one way or another. 

“I’ll be back a little after dinner time, alright love?” Yunho said on his way out of the bedroom, his fingers working to finish buttoning his white button up shirt. “Don’t wait up too long for me.” He walked over to where you stood in the kitchen, grabbing a waffle off the stack that you had made. “I’ll take it to go.” 

You gave him a smile as you turned to look at him, nodding along with his words. “Get to work safely, text me when you get there.” He hummed in agreement, his lips wrapped around the waffle. “You’re gonna get crumbs all over your shirt, babe.” You groaned, brushing your fingers along his chest to clean him up. “I love you.” And you did, even if he was doing the unthinkable, the unforgivable, you knew that you’d still love him. 

“I love you more.” He murmured, leaning in to press a kiss to your lips, his fingers gripping onto the loose fabric of your night shirt, pulling you closer and chuckling into your mouth when you stumbled forward against his chest. “I’ll try to finish up fast… want to come back home to you.” His voice was husky now, his cheeks burning bright. 

You chewed your bottom lip shyly as you looked up at him, silence filling the space between the two of you, but you quickly patted his shoulder. “Alright… off you go. I’ll see you later, babe.” You murmured sheepishly, and he laughed softly at your shyness, ruffling your hair before turning to head out the door. 

Now came the hard part, the part where you had to follow him to wherever it was that he was going but stay far enough away that he didn’t actually see that you were following him. Was he really going to work, or was he going to meet up with whoever it was that had called him at that ungodly hour last night? 

You were still in your nightshirt, not even caring at this point as you slipped on a pair of shoes and grabbed your keys. Did it even matter how you looked? If he was actually working, you’d just stay in the car and go right back home. If he was cheating, well… You were sure that being humiliated by your boyfriend in that way would be much worse than being seen in your pajamas. 

As soon as his car took off, you rushed out of the house and climbed into your own, making sure to keep him in your sights no matter which road he turned down or which side street he took. It was only when he started getting further away from the city that you began questioning where the hell he was actually going. Did he realize that you were following him? Was he just messing with you now? 

Part of you wanted to just turn around and head back home, forget about this whole thing and find a new way to figure out what he was actually doing. There had to be an easier way than this, and maybe when he got home he’d actually question what you were doing if he found out. 

You were on the verge of turning around in the parking lot of the abandoned warehouse on the side of the road… Until he pulled into the parking lot. There were only two other cars there and you assumed that maybe they were just fishermen that were using the dock on the back to sit on. If Yunho was cheating, this definitely wasn’t the kind of place he’d want to meet someone in… Right? 

At this point you didn’t know what to do. You couldn’t pull into the parking lot, he would easily spot you there, so you drove for a little bit, giving him time to do whatever it was that he was doing, maybe he’d pull back out, maybe he had the same idea you did and was just using the parking lot to turn back around. 

You drove, and you drove, and then you turned around, his car still in the parking lot when you drove by, so you quickly pulled in, parking as far away from his car as you could before climbing out. Whatever the warehouse was being used for, it wasn’t what it had been originally made for. There was no sound of active work going on, there was no talking that could be heard. The only thing you did hear was the sound of water lapping against the rocky wall just below the pier. You’d need to get in… You just didn’t know how. 

“He’s in your trunk?” Yunho asked in disbelief as he stared at the guy in front of him. “I said to get him here, not fucking kidnap him!” He groaned loudly with annoyance, running his hands over his face before motioning to the door. “Hurry up and go get him, and I swear to god, if we get busted because of your idiocy, you’re gonna be next.” He watched with irritation as the man ran out the door, dropping down into the little office chair. “I can’t trust anyone in here to do shit. And if any of you call me at that time again, you’re out. You understand?” The rest of the men that were gathered in front of him all nodded in agreement until a scream was heard from outside, everyone's head whipping towards the door. 

“Don’t worry! I got it handled!” The man’s voice called from outside, and then light was streaming in through the door as he dragged in the body of what Yunho assumed to be the man from the trunk. “Looks like you were followed, boss. What do you want me to do? Do I kill ‘em?” The man was far too excited as he pulled out his knife, the sun reflecting off the cleanly polished silver. “She’s kinda pretty though… Maybe I can keep her for a bit?” 

The sound of whimpering came from the shadowed body that was kneeling limply in front of the man, and Yunhos skin crawled, his stomach twisting with nausea. He knew that whimper, he knew every single sound that could ever leave your mouth. “Did you hurt her?” He was on edge, clearly tense as he slowly walked over to the man. 

“Of course I did, boss. Just a little bit though… She ain’t dead yet. Just a little cut up is all.” The man said proudly, finally letting go of your hair that he had been gripping tightly onto to hold your head up. “You can have ‘er first if ya want.” 

Your body fell forward and even though Yunho was seeing red, wanting nothing more than to murder the man that had hurt you, you were hurt, and he needed to make sure you were okay. He dropped to his knees in front of you, sitting you up carefully to look you over. “Love… Hey… Y/N…” He whispered, his eyes darting over your body, and it was easy to spot the stain of red that seeped through your nightshirt, the once baby blue fabric turning a dark crimson red. 

Your body jolted as you coughed, blood spraying from your mouth as you did, splattering against his face. “You weren’t… Cheating…” You sputtered, and even though your eyes were squeezed tightly shut, the pain clear on your face, your lips still seemed to pull up into a smile. 

“Of course I wasn’t…” He said shakily, pulling you into his lap to hold you close as his head whipped around to the very confused and very on edge men behind him. “Why are you standing there like a bunch of fucking idiots?! Get my keys and get my car started!” He shouted, although the tone of authority was wavering. He was angry, he was scared. “Don’t talk anymore, okay? I’m gonna get you to the hospital…” He brushed your hair out of your face, kissing your forehead as he cradled you against his chest. “If I were you…” His voice got quiet, his head rising up to stare at the man in front of him. “I’d run now… I’d hide… Because once she’s in the hospital… You’re dead. And if she doesn’t make it… You’re gonna wish you were never born.” 

The man didn’t even have a chance to respond as Yunhos car was pulled up to the door. You were his number 1 priority, you were right now, and you always would be. 

You sat in the hospital bed, munching on tiny ice cubes as you watched the news on the tv screen in front of you. There was a murder in the abandoned warehouse, and there wasn’t just one body found, but there was another body in the trunk of one of the cars in the parking lot. Your car had at some point been driven back to yours and Yunhos shared apartment, although you weren’t sure by who, and right now you didn’t really care. There was only one thing on your mind, one thought that was eating away at you. “Why didn’t you tell me?” 

“I didn’t want you to be scared… I didn’t want you to think I was some… Evil person. I didn’t want you to leave me.” He mumbled, his hand holding tightly onto yours as his head hung low. “I never thought that you’d follow me… I- I told you not to worry… I told you…” 

“I thought you were cheating… I didn’t know what to do… I just wanted to be sure that you weren’t. Even if you did tell me what you did… I probably wouldn’t have believed you… This would have happened anyway.” You chewed nervously on your bottom lip as you dropped your eyes from the tv screen. “You told him he had a chance… You didn’t even let him run…” You commented when you heard the man’s name on the television. 

“He hurt you… He didn’t deserve a chance.” Yunho stated matter-of-factly, his thumb brushing along your knuckles. “I should have told you anyway… I should have taken you there so you had no reason to doubt and this wouldn’t have happened. Would you have left me though? Would you have been scared of me? Are you scared of me?” 

It was something that you still hadn’t thought about. Were you scared of him? Did you have a reason to be? If you were to try to leave him, would he off you like he offed the man that hurted you? It’s not like you wanted to leave him though… He was still the Yunho that you fell in love with, he clearly cared more about you than anything else. “I’m not scared… Not of you… But they know where we live… They could-” 

He shushed you quickly, although it wasn’t because he wanted you to be quiet, he just didn’t want you to finish whatever it was that you were thinking. “They won’t hurt you, they won’t come near the house anymore. Everyone knows now that you’re not to be touched, you’re not to be looked at even. You’ll be safe, you’ll be protected… I’ll make sure of that. You’re worth more to me than all of the money in the world… I won’t let anything happen to you, not anymore.” He pushed himself up off the chair that he had been sitting in, smiling warmly as he leaned in to kiss you softly. “Now get some sleep, love. I’ve got some calls to make, and then I’ll be right back up here with you… Okay?”

You sighed softly, sinking into the hospital bed and turning off the tv. “Are you gonna be safe?” You whispered, refusing to look at him as you asked the question. You weren’t sure how long he had been doing what he does, and it’s not like he had ever come home with anything that would indicate he was hurt in any way or in any sort of danger, but now that you did know what he does, you worried about him. Maybe that’s why he hid everything from you in the first place. He didn’t want you to worry about him, but now it was inevitable. 

“Don’t be silly, love.” He said lightly, playfully booping your nose. “I’m always safe. I told you not to worry about me, you need to think about getting better. Now…” He pulled the blankets up around you, tucking them in around your sides. “Get some rest, I’ll sneak you in something good to eat after you wake up.” 

He gave you a little wink before leaving the room, closing the door behind him and leaning against it once he was out in the hall. Things would be complicated now, nothing would be the same, and neither of you would be safe once you were out of the hospital. He’d keep you safe though, always, no matter what happens. 

[coldlovehotblood]

K queen could you please provide me with some izzy fic lmao 😭😭😭😭 so um i'm literally at the end of my uni semester and it's eating me out CAUSE I FEEL SO DUMB LIKE WHY TF AM I GETTING A DEGREE IF I CANT DO BASIC SHIT 💀💀💀💀💀💀 but i needed a super cute angst to fluff izzy fic where yn is going through this and she feels dumb and just bad about it all, and izzy helps her feeling better 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 literally handed 2 big projects today (i'm a programmer btw but that's irrelevant) and i got 3 tests next week AND I CANT BARELY THINK ANYMORE

Ok i'll shut up bye thank youuuuu

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SMARTY PANTS

The pressure of university is worse than you thought it’d be, swallowing you up before you realise what’s happening. Luckily, your boyfriend is willing to help you forget for a while.

w/c: 2,128

warnings: smut

a/n: haiii sorry for the wait! nah programming sounds like a headache to me you must have one of the biggest brains in all the land. wish i was that smart fr😔 anyway i hope this scratches the Izzy fluff itch and gives you a little boost. YOU’VE GOT THIS I BELIEVE IN YOU!!!!!!!!!!!

GWORGGGG divider by @strangergraphics

You were burnt out. Badly.

Exhaustion wasn’t a strong enough word for it. You were so genuinely close to padlocking your apartment door and going into hibernation in an attempt to catch up on missed shuteye.

Every assignment felt colossal, and put another wall between you and the freedom university was supposed to give you once you moved away from home. You had wanted more space to breathe, more opportunities to explore the world and yourself, more time to spend with your boyfriend…

God, your boyfriend was so good about all of it. He knew when to give you space and when to fill that space. He knew it was eating you alive and kicking your ass. He never gave you grief for periods of silence. You honestly didn’t know how you deserved him.

This occasion was yet another display of his patience.

You were sitting on your bed, staring blankly at the wall, trying to will yourself to get up and do something productive. With assignments being at the forefront of your mind for the past week or two, everything else was left behind. Your room was in disarray, there were clothes to be washed, dishes to be done, the list went on and on. As the minutes ticked by, you got more frustrated with yourself and your inability to keep up with life. You couldn't tell if University was brutal or if you really were eternally a few steps behind.

It was frustrating.

That lump that had been sitting in the base of your throat for the whole day finally loosened up as a sob heaved its way out of you. Vision blurred with tears, you turned to lie on top of your bed covers, but you heard a knock down the hall.

It took an unbelievable amount of effort to haul yourself up from where you lay. You padded over and didn't bother to wipe your cheeks before opening the door. There stood Izzy in leather and dark wash denim, holding a bottle of Jack. The crappy, sparse, yellow light from the hall was dampened greatly by the grin he was sporting, but that quickly faded once he saw your face.

“Baby, are you ok?”

You really started to cry then. He came through the threshold at once and took you into his arms. That gorgeous woody scent you knew as his engulfed you. Wordlessly, he guided you back into your apartment and to the sofa, setting the bottle down in favour of pulling you on top and close.

You tucked your head into his shoulder, seeking more of his cologne as he soothed a hand down your spine, tracing light patterns with his fingertips as he went. You realised then that you could relax a bit and that you were able to shrug off the tight restraints of deadlines that had been digging into you like rough ropes tied too tight.

Your voice was croaky when you eventually thanked him after a few minutes of silence. He shook his head in response.

“Are you feeling any better?”

“A little,” you replied with a sniff.

One of his hands now pushed away some of the hair that had fallen over your face.

“I came ‘cause a while ago you told me today was the deadline for some pretty important things. I wanted to see how you were holding up.”

You moved to look up at him from where you lay, and he dipped his head to look back at you, that same grin from before returning.

“I even brought a friend,” he spoke with a giggle, looking over to where he’d set the liquor bottle down. It was brand new, the amber contents sitting just below the unbroken seal as it ought to be.

You sighed before dropping your head again.

“How did you remember? I know that you and Axl are busy right now.”

“I wrote it down on some paper and kept it in my jacket. Every time I went to grab my lighter, I felt it and remembered. Figured it was the only way I could’ve.”

You were so fond of him it was sickening.

“You’re really dumb.”

“In comparison to you, yeah, honestly. All that computer stuff they have you doing is unbelievable.”

You let yourself feel the vibrations of his voice rumble against your cheek as you took in his words. Following this path had been your dream. Tech had always been an area of interest and pursuing it in university looked like the best path for you. For months, you had scoured high and low, looking for a place that would best accommodate you and the life you dreamed of creating. If you were going to do it, you were making damn sure you’d do it right. With the tech industry in the beginnings of a boom, it really was the best time to start.

However, you severely underestimated the pressure of the workload. You understood what you were getting yourself into when you signed up. You had read the course details a million times over, but actually having those deadlines hanging over your head, actually having those tests back to back with no wiggle room or time for a breather— it was harsh. Much worse than you thought it would be.

On top of that, the content was difficult. You had to take your passion seriously now. That doesn't sound like a big deal until you experience it yourself. It’s so strange, and new information was thrown at you with every lecture. The knowledge being given was amazing, but memorising all of it, being tested on it, brought everything into a different ballpark entirely.

In short, you were finding the rigour of it all extremely hard to keep up with, and the idea of dropping out was starting to paw at you like a dog looking for treats.

“I question why I’m doing it.”

Izzy scoffed and shook his head once more. This time his chin grazed your crown as he did.

“You’re kidding, right? You’re doing it because it’s what you love.”

“It is, but is it worth my sanity? I mean, there is constantly so much going on I feel like I’m losing even the basics.”

He said your name softly as his hand came to your cheek, encouraging your head up to meet his eyes.

“They wouldn’t have let you in if they thought you weren’t capable of keeping up. You are good at what you do, great even. And with this kind of an education? You’ll become fucking insane.”

His words brought you back to earth a bit. What he was saying made sense, but it wasn’t enough to fully satisfy that itching feeling of being behind, the feeling of non-existent eyes drilling into your back everytime you thought about work.

He tapped your cheek with his index and ring finger.

“Hey, let that pretty head rest. Let those projects and stray homework’s be the past and be here with me in the now.”

In the low light of your living room, his silver nose ring glinted as he tilted his head. You wished you could follow his instruction, but doubt is a stubborn thing. Tears filled your lash line again and he made a face so concerned and full of care it brought them on faster.

“Don’t cry, baby, it’s okay. I’ve got you.”

Frustration grew once again and you couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped you.

Suddenly, Izzy’s face changed as he looked into your salt-soaked eyes.

“I know how I can help.”

It was your turn to tilt your head.

“Will you let me take care of you?”

“What—“

“Just trust me,” he whispered, smiling handsomely as he came closer. You could feel his breath tickle your face a little bit with the proximity.

You were sinking deeper into a pool of uncertainty by the second, and he offered a hand to pull you to the surface. How could you refuse?

“Please,” you breathed back before he pressed his lips to yours.

Kissing him was like blinking, it came naturally and you didn’t have to think about it. Your mouths moved in sync so well it was easy to get lost in it. He was soft against you, each brush of lips like waves melting into each other upon impact. Seamless.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and flipped the two of you gently so that he was hovering above you. Carefully, Izzy brought one hand down your body as he kept the other propped beside your head on the armrest, slowly dragging it lower and lower as he continued to kiss you.

He then pulled away from your mouth as he sat up straighter, giving himself two hands to meet at the waistband of your bottoms.

“What you need, sweetheart, is a distraction. That is something I can most certainly give,” he spoke, wiggling his eyebrows and making you laugh. Fingers under the fabric, he hesitated.

“Is this ok? We don’t have to do anything, it’s just an idea.”

He was too good to you. So sweet it’d be no time at all before every one of your teeth would have to be capped with silver.

“I trust you.”

That’s all the confirmation he needed before pulling them all the way down, taking your panties along with the movement. He was careful but quick.

“You’re so gorgeous here,” he muttered, not taking his eyes off of your exposed lower half.

You blushed bright as you wiped at your eyes, loathing the tight feeling that came to your cheeks once tear tracks dried. Izzy ever so gently encouraged you to open your legs wider with his hands, parting them to place himself in between.

He lowered himself then to your hip, leaving a trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses, whispering praises as he crept closer and closer to where you needed him most. You shivered as arousal bloomed in your stomach. Your being sung under his touch.

He stole one more glance of you, eyes glittering with excitement. He looked ready to buzz out of his skin and squeal. Every time he did this, you were left in disbelief at how eager he could be. You couldn’t decide if it was you or him that got off more to things like this.

Finally, he closed the gap between him and you, and you sighed with contentment. Izzy licked a stripe over your core and pleasure coursed throughout your body. Hypnotised, you let him have his way.

He was too good at it, knowing just how and where to brush his tongue in order to drive you mad. You didn’t realise it, but his lapping really was making you blank.

You were relaxing.

He built you up steadily and at the brink of orgasm he left you hanging, stunning you out of the bubble he’d lulled you into. This continued a couple of times as he made sure your brain was left mush and static.

Once satisfied with your state, he let you reach that dizzying peak of pleasure and tipped you over the edge, ecstasy bursting you open and leaving a supernova in it’s wake for your boyfriend to appreciate; the fruit of his labour: a lax-bodied, simple-minded version of you.

You panted with him as he brought you to his chest once again. You couldn’t really say anything but his name at that point so you opted for silence and squeezing him tight.

“Told you I knew,” he said huskily into your ear, nipping your lobe playfully.

It took a second for the words to come out, but you did eventually reply, “okay smarty pants, we get it.”

He laughed, the sound ringing loud and bright through the room before moving an arm under your knees and standing up, princess carrying you through your apartment to the bedroom. As he went, he continued his teasing, insisting you call him ‘ the smartest motherfucker to ever walk the earth’ before he tucked you in and took his place behind you, curled up tight to your back.

Worn out and kept cozy by Izzy’s warmth, it wasn’t long before sleep took you. You’d decided university was a problem for future you, as you at the time was more occupied thinking of all the ways they could prove they are the smarter motherfucker.

You were terribly in love, and, in that moment, that was what trumped everything else.

Also, you had a bottle of Jack Daniel’s waiting for you. That’s an immediate plus.

[im1hangry1pjo]

Will isn't the best at lying (especially to Nico)

TW: Panic attack

Will was shaking. He's been in the infirmary working for 10 days straight now. He just couldn't stop, he needed to heal and help people cause if he doesn't then why is he alive? What's his purpose? No, don't think like that, just get through the rest of my shift and then I can let it out just a few more hours and then I can break down. Gods what would everyone think of him? Apparently he was so out of it he didn't notice Kayla walk into the infirmary until she tapped him on the shoulder. "Huh what! I'm awake! Good to know Will but your shifts over. What no I have a few hours left. Well now you don't Chiron shut down the infirmary." what why would he shut it down what if someone gets hurt what i- "Hello earth to Will. Oh sorry. Yeah, yeah now let's go. Actually I need to clean up. I'll be out soon though. Ok fine" I waited for her to fully leave then I went to one of the private rooms, locked the door and then the thoughts of all of my dead siblings, all the people I wasn't able to save and all the reasons why I shouldn't be the head counselor or head medic came flooding in and I just collapsed onto the floor and started sobbing.

Will has been working for 10 days and I don't know if he's taken a break. I headed over to the infirmary when I went in. I heard quiet sobbing from one of the private rooms. I tried to open the door but it was locked "Will!? are you in there, are you okay! Y-y-yeah! j-j-jus-t g-g-go." it sounded like he was hyperventilating and sobbing or two major signs of a panic attack. I started to pick the lock "Will! Can you unlock the door? Y-y-you s-should g-go I-I d-don't want y-ou to see me l-like t-this." that just made me worry even more "Sunshine please unlock the door." After a few seconds I heard the door unlock. I began to slowly open the door and what I saw was truly saddening. Willam Andrew Solace the always happy Apollo kid is on the floor sobbing and definitely having a panic attack and Nico knew he had to help him like he has helped him. Nice carefully lowered himself to Will's level "Will, can you hold my hand?" Nico gently held out his hand and Will took it shakily. "Hey follow my breaths" I put his hand on my chest and took slow, deep breaths as Will tried to follow along. After about half an hour Will's heartbeat and breathing finally slowed down back to normal. "So wanna tell me what happened?"

Will really didn't know what to say because this is what he does everyday so nothing really happened. It's just normal at this point. Gods Lee and Michael would do never break down like this "This is just what I do?" Will answered he technically was telling the truth this is what he does everyday "What do you mean by that?" Nico sounded really concerned immediately he felt guilty Nico shouldn't be this concerned about him that was his job and his job only. "I mean that I do this everyday after work" I adminted getting quieter with each word "WHAT." Nico sounded pissed which was actually scary "You mean you have a breakdown everyday the second you get off work? Yeah but I'm fine you don't need to worry." I tried to muster my best smile hoping to fool him. I got up slowly and again reassured him that I'm fine and again did my best smile but he saw straight through it. He stood up and grabbed my wrist. "No, we're talking about this." Nico demanded. Will knew that he wasn't getting away with this. "This is not normal. Why did you never tell me? I could've helped. How long have you been doing this'' Nico went full on worried boyfriend mode. I didn't know if I should tell him the truth because that would just make him more worried and even more mad. "I just didn't think it was important because I've been doing this for so long" I admitted very quietly "Everything about you is important to me." Nico said it like he meant it which was rare mainly cause he's so sarcastic. "Now how long have you been doing this whole mental breakdown thingy" Nico asked remembering that I didn't answer one of his many questions "A little bit after I became head medic and Head counselor" I said pretty quiet mainly because I usually am the person comforting not the person being comforted so It was weird to be comforted after so long of just sucking it up and dealing with it. I was prepared for Nico to say to suck it up or that's nothing, why are you complaining or tha- "Tesoro" then he hugged me no yelling no calling me a baby he just hugged me. I hugged back as tight as I could and sobbed into his shoulder I couldn't stop I just keep crying "Shh it's okay Tesoro let it all out" Nico voice was as soft as silk "I'm sorry I'm so sor-" he cut me off by kissing me lightly "You don't need to apologize love. Bu-" he kissed me again "No buts, now do you want to go to the Hades cabin. Yeah that sounds great, " I replied.

Nico and I headed towards the Hades cabin. He opened the door and led me to his bed. It was a queen bed about 2 feet above the ground. The sheets were a dark gray, the pillows were covered in black silk and he had a giant black quilt that touched the floor. I sat down first and took off my shirt and shoes. After he took off his shoes and aidiver jacket he joined me. "So we can either talk about it or go to sleep" Nico asked, "Let's sleep. Ok Will" he laid down and pulled the quilt up after a few seconds I joined him under the covers. My head was on his chest and his head was on top of mine.

[adharastarlight]

Tis The Season

One: Advent

The Potter's house on the first of December, after the Black Brothers move in, the found family has me weak so do with that what you will :)

Sirius could hear a commotion from downstairs, it was the chaos that had woken him up. But for once not in a cold sweat, fear crippling his every thought. He woke up to excited chatter downstairs, not muffled sobs or broken cries, pleas for it to stop. He couldn’t place why, after all it was an uneventful day as far as he was concerned. Yet the excited hollering was unmistakable.

He rubbed at his eyes and swung his legs out of bed, checking his calendar once more to ensure he hadn’t somehow missed a birthday. Shrugging he made his way a little down the hall and knocked on his brother’s door, not wanting him to miss any of the excitement.

Regulus opened it after a few ticks of the grand clock at the end of the corridor, “what’re you doing up so early?”

“There’s so much noise downstairs, can’t you hear it?”

“Of course I can.”

“So? Aren’t you curious?” Sirius pressed. He knew Reg hadn’t settled quite as easily as he had, after all James was his friend, but he wanted them to bond. He wanted the two most important people in his life to bond and love each other… or at least to talk for more than a millisecond a day. At this rate, he’d accept a vague conversation about the weather over the brief mutterings and glances he couldn’t figure out the reason for hiding.

“Not especially, no one’s dying, why should I be curious?”

“Reggie! You’re so dull, come on! Come down with me!”

The younger brother sighed but relented, grumbling some form of agreement before shutting his door and re-emerging a few moments later in a jumper that fell to his knees and a pair of fluffy socks. That was one thing Sirius had noticed, Reg had let himself relax with what he wore around the house, likely aided by Euphemia roaming around in her fluffy robe which was apparently inspired by a cat - it had ears, at least. The mixture of the shorts with the jumper fit for an arctic expedition was just so Reggie that Sirius didn’t bother questioning it. Apparently his legs never got cold. It was weird but hey, he was out of his room.

“Finally, you took forever.”

“I took less than two minutes, you’re so dramatic, Sirius.”

He shrugged and bounded the stairs, waiting at the bottom for his brother's more reserved footfall and sighing in a perhaps dramatic manner, “are you being this slow to annoy me?”

Regulus smiled and walked past him, “what was your first clue?”

The older boy groaned and followed him, watching with a slightly smaller smile as Reg’s barriers slowly came back up. The Potters were all sitting in the lounge, chatting, and James had a mug of hot chocolate which had seemingly calmed his excitement slightly. Slightly because he was practically vibrating in his seat.

“Pads! Regulus! Goodmorning!”

“What’s the occasion, Prongs?”

Euphemia smiled at him and shook her head fondly, “it’s the first of December, lovely.”

Sirius raised a confused eyebrow and watched his brother quietly walk to the other side of the room to settle in the chair which was mostly obscured from view, almost unnoticed by the others. “So?”

“So! We get our advent calendars! Come on, Padfoot, you have to know about advent calendars???”

“Uhm-”

“Oh my god, dad this is a tragedy! Mum!”

Fleamont laughed softly and reached into his pocket for the key to the big cabinet which sat in the corner of the room, “do you want to get them, Effie, love, or should I let that bundle of energy do it?”

“And bring the whole house cascading down around him?”

Sirius scanned his best friend again for some kind of clue but other than the broad smile and slightly sad eyes at his confusion, he found nothing of the sort. He chanced a glance at his brother and received merely a small shrug.

“Please? I’ve only knocked over the cabinet like once.”

“Once, he says.” She muttered with a slowly spreading smile before passing him the small brass key.

James beamed at her and flung his arms around her in a quick hug before he bounded up to the cabinet and unlocked the second draw down, apparently knowing the routine by now. The routine for what, Sirius still didn’t know. He pulled out a thin cardboard box that rattled? when he moved it and held it out to him. “Pads, it’s an advent calendar, it won’t explode, I promise. I tried it once and dad spent a week trying to get glitter out of the carpet.”

“Trying and failing,” Fleamont added with a fond exasperation, “if you look closely, there’s still flecks of glitter.”

Sirius smiled and took it, scanning it over, “there’s twenty-four?”

“Yeah! Like the lead up to Christmas! We all have one, mum always gets thorntons, dad is a galaxy man. I got you cadbury like me, since you always steal my chocolate anyway.”

He laughed softly and watched his best friend hand his parents their strange boxes, “so… it’s a countdown of chocolate?”

“Yes, dear.” Effie smiled at his still slightly befuddled expression and popped open her window marked with a small gold One, popping the chocolate into her mouth and nodding at him.

He grinned and scanned his eyes over the cardboard, searching for that One and grinning when he found it, a small italic 1 inside a candy cane. He watched his best friend and Fleamont find their respective boxes before uncovering the chocolate himself. Sirius didn’t think chocolate had ever been better than this, than the family who had invited him in without a thought. “Someone needs to tell Moony about this. He’d go mental.”

James snorted, “he probably already knows but why don’t you call him anyway?”

He blushed slightly at the sing-song tone and swatted him away as he walked into the kitchen where the phone was. Not that he was excited to talk to Remus, of course not, he was just… happy and Prongs was being ridiculous. It’s not like he liked Remus… maybe.

Regulus observed from his corner, as Euphemia and Fleamont started chattering about getting a move on breakfast, as his brother dialled the phone with a slightly flustered giggle. He was used to observing these moments, Mr and Mrs Potter didn’t seem to question that he was far more reserved than his brother, and usually let him decide how involved he’d be and once Sirius was assured he was safe, he let himself be dragged into the family. He didn’t mind being the observer, he was content with watching the dancing smiles and swatting hands which always landed softly, met with laughter and good hearted bickering.

Observing the family his brother had somehow found was probably his favourite thing to observe. Except Potter, James Potter who was currently walking towards him with his hands behind his back and a slightly unsure smile.

“Regulus?”

He looked up at him, as if he hadn’t been staring and raised his eyebrows in question, “yes?”

“I got you lindt, because, well, you have it quite a bit. And the picture was pretty too and-”

Reg cut him off with a slightly unsure quaver to his voice, one which was far softer than the brunette had heard him speak before, “you… you got me one?”

“Of course, Regulus, you’re part of the family, too, you know?”

“I- thank you.” He took the calendar from him, ignoring that his hands were shaking slightly.

“Don’t be silly, Reggie, it’s just some chocolate.”

What he didn’t know, Regulus supposed, was that it was far far more than chocolate. He didn’t say that though, he wouldn’t dare. Instead he merely smiled and inclined his head in a small nod, “well, thank you anyway.”

James shrugged and stepped back as if to move away and join the thrum of life that was merely a few feet away from them. And then he paused again, “do you want to help me with the lights? Dad said I can do them this year, the ones outside the front.”

“Oh, uhm, sure.”

“Great! We should get you a Christmas jumper for when we put up the tree tonight.”

Reg rolled his eyes with a smile, popping out his chocolate and placing it onto his tongue as he contemplated that, “I don’t do Christmas, Potter.”

“You’ll get there. You’d make a cute elf.”

He gaped at him as the brunette dodged his incredulous kick and gently placed down the calendar before bolting after the figuring retreating down the hallway, “take it back!”

“Nope! Cute elf!”

“Potter!”

James grinned at him and maybe it was the lights he had just bundled into his arms or maybe it was that damned smile but the holiday season was slowly seeming to be a little brighter. Even if he had to blame the cold for the pink tint to his cheeks and swat at the fool’s chest every time he said the same two blasted words, “cute elf.”

[randomized-sims24]

When Half Of Me Is Gone

Moon followed after Monty, Solar close behind them, though Moon's mind was somewhere else further away than here.

He didn't know how to tell any of them. Hell he's barely accepted it himself.

They stepped inside. Why did they have to be here already, at least give him some time to prepare himself...

Monty went over and took Earths’ hands, pulling her from her baking. "Turn it all off, hon, and come sit down. I gotta tell you somethin'."

Earth seemed a bit puzzled and a little worried, seeing the looks on Solar and Moon's faces, and noticing a lack of Sun.

She didn't question it though, turning everything off as Solar collected Lunar, joining the rest of them in the living room.

"So what's going on?" Earth looked at Monty.

He sighed. "Think you can handle some really bad news?"

Earth looked at Lunar, both giving each other a very concerned look. "I don't think I like the sound of that, Monty."

"You won't. I mean I got good news too but it's attached to the bad news."

"Then start with the good news, please? Maybe it'll make the bad news less bad?"

She was as hopeful as Sun sometimes...Moon lightly shook his head at that.

Monty sighed again, taking a moment to steel himself before speaking.

"Dark Sun is dealt with. He won't be an issue anymore. Nexus is being held somewhere he can't escape from."

'Now came the harder part' Moon thought, his mind wandering as he stared at the floor, thoughts running a million miles a second.

How would they react? Besides the obvious, of course. Earth was sensitive, one of the two closest to Sun- shed been there when Moon died, when everything was going wrong. Would she have another breakdown like when Solar died?

Lunar was pretty detached from his emotions. Maybe due to his trauma, his training, both. But he was also close with Sun. Sun had been there for him when he was getting away from Eclipse, built his gift, Lunar went to him when he couldn't go to Moon or Earth.

And Dazzle...Gods Dazzle won't understand where Sun is, what happened to him, why he isn't here or coming back...

He was pulled back to reality as a sudden sob tore through the air. Coming back to his senses he saw Monty holding Earth close as she sobbed against him.

Lunar was staring off past them, hands gripping at the fabric of his pants. Finally he forced himself to look at Moon, a smile on his face and a disbelieving laugh on his lips.

"This...this has to be a joke, right? A terrible, horrible, no good, very bad joke...p-payback for the computer thing, right? Right, Moon, tell us it's an awful joke...!"

The silence from Moon, Solar and Monty told him it wasn't a joke.

His smile and laughter fell into quiet crying.

"What's wrong down here?"

And just like that, the moment Moon dreaded had come.

He looked up to the stairs seeing Jack, Dazzle and Molten all peering down at them, worry across their face.

Moon sighed and gathered his nerves, excusing himself briefly before heading up, ushering the three back into Jack and Dazzle's room.

"What' wrong? Why is everyone so sad?" Dazzle looked up at him as he shut the door and sat by the bunk beds.

It took a moment before he finally spoke.

"Sun died."

As expected Dazzle seemed more confused than upset. Jack and Molten however...

"What...do you mean...died?"

"Who." Jack placed a hand on Dazzle's shoulder like she was the one they could hear sobbing and screaming from downstairs.

"Dont...don't worry about it right now you two. Please, this...isn't the time, Solar or I will fill you in later...can you two go downstairs, please? Dazzle, you stay for a bit."

She looked at her two friends, both nodding slightly before they left and closed the door behind them.

Dazzle approached Moon, sitting with him, hugging her Sun plushie a little tighter.

"What's going on...? Why's everyone so sad? What happened to Sun?"

"The best way I can explain it, Dazzle...what happened to you, you know what happened to you, right?"

She nodded. "Mhm! Some meanie hurt me and then I was a ghost and you guys found and fixed me up....is Sun a ghost?"

Moon nodded. "Basically, yeah..."

Instead of sad, however, she still seemed hopeful. "Then you can just fix him like you fixed me, right?"

She moved closer and hugged him. He hugged back, closing his eyes.

"I'm certainly gonna try but...there's no certainty it'll work. Sun might never come home again, Dazzle."

She seemed to understand that a little better.

"Oh..."

She then held up her Sun plushie. "Do you want him, Moonie?"

"Are you sure, Dazzle? Isn't this your favorite toy?"

"It is. But it always makes me feel better when I'm sad, and you're sad too now, so it'll help you feel better too!" She gave him a big smile.

He couldn't help the small half smile of his own as he took and hugged the plushie close. "Thanks, Dazzle." He ruffled her hair a bit before she hugged him again, and he held her.

A few hours (minutes, maybe, he wasn't sure- all he knew is that all the commotion quieted down downstairs by then).

Dazzle had fallen asleep.

Moon carefully tucked her in with another of her toys and stepped out of the room.

Peering over the banister he found Monty, Earth, Solar, Lunar and Jack all huddled up together sleeping, with Molten silently standing over them, watching.

Suddenly he looked up at Moon.

"Are you...ok...Moon?"

"...No, I'm not." He said before disappearing into Sun's room.

Molten followed.

Moon was sitting on the bed, staring at the plushie.

He hadn't registered he was crying until he began to notice dark, wet spots on the doll.

Molten changed his form, carefully coiling around Moon and resting his upper body and head across his lap, wrapped around him like one big hug to comfort him.

"I am...sorry I was not...there to...help you."

Moon sniffled and shook his head.

"I don't think there's anything you could have done, Molten. I barely managed to make it out of there alive myself...only reason Sun didn't is he stayed back to make sure I got out...damn idiot..."

His body began to shake, tears starting to fall down his face as he started to sob, clinging to Molten a bit.

"It's not fair, damn it! Why did he have to go and do something stupid like that for...? He's gone...my twin's gone..."

-end-

[konigenblobbity]

It Wasn’t my Fault [Part 2]

Javier Peña x F!Reader

Warnings: Angst to Fluff, reference to cheating, sad Javi

—> [Part 1]

Summary: After you walked out on Peña, you tried to organize your thoughts, figure out your next move. While he did what he could in order to get you to talk to him again. After three weeks you finally decide to meet with him and talk about your relationship… he can only hope it wasn’t to end it.

A/n: Decided to give Javi a happy ending :)

It’s been three weeks since you left Javier crying on the floor of your, then, shared apartment. You were staying at a friend’s place, whose been endlessly kind, giving you all the attention and care you need. Allowing you the time to recover while simultaneously reassuring you that you’ll be okay.

You were restless most nights, having gotten too used to falling asleep tangled up in Javier’s arms. Whenever that thought enters your mind you can’t help but cry. Curling up on your bed, hiding under your cover as your cries turned to sobs, draining every ounce of energy out of you until you finally fell asleep.

Javier was the same. That night, it took him an hour to get up off the floor, it finally sinking in just how badly he messed up. At first he obeyed and didn’t message you, it was after the first week that he finally caved and sent you a message apologizing profusely for what he did. From that day on he sent you a message each night, hoping each time that you’d finally respond.

He needed to do something, whatever he could to remind you that he still loved you endlessly. The first night he messages, you were drowning your sorrows in a tub of ice cream and rewatching your favorite show.

When your phone buzzed and you saw his message you immediately burst into tears. No matter how hard you fought the urge, you couldn’t ignore him… bawling more when you read it. From them on, whenever your phone buzzed you’d jump for it. Reading it immediately, but never replying, his hope growing when he saw that you read them. Knowing you weren’t fully ignoring him.

Javi 💋: I miss you Hermosa. I know you told me not to text you, but I just cant stop myself. I can’t stop myself from reading all our old messages, looking through all our photos together, walking around our apartment and being flooded with memories. Please don’t give up on me… on us.

Javi 💋: I should’ve pushed her away when she approached me. I shouldn’t have drank as much as I did, I should’ve done SOMETHING to stop myself from doing what I did. I can’t imagine how much that hurt you… seeing me at that bar. I messed up. And I can’t even begin to explain how sorry I am.

Javi 💋: You know you’re my entire world right? You’re everything to me! I can’t lose you. Please Princessa, I feel like I’m going insane the more time I’m away from you… I need you back in my arms.

Javi 💋: I know you’re reading these messages Hermosa… Just tell me what I need to do, I’ll do anything to get you back. Just please don’t shut me out… please.

And it went on like that for two weeks. You had a lot of time to reflect on what happened, think about how to approach your, now, fragile relationship. You love Javier, that was never a question, but you just didn’t know if you could trust him anymore. If you could ever trust him again.

But… you’re finally ready to talk to him, face to face. You take a deep breath, staring down at your phone where his contact was open. You press the call button and move your phone to your ear. You look over to your friend who was smiling reassuringly, having helped you in making this step.

The phone barely rings once before Javier picks up, his voice clearly raspy but his excitement clear. “HERMOSA! Oh thank god i tho-“ you cut him off, staying stern “We need to talk Javi. Meet me at the Cafe, I’ll be there in an hour” you make sure not to let your voice waiver. The sound of his voice making your heart sing.

Your words sent a shiver through Javier, your tone, and what you were implying had his heart beating faster. If he analyzed it any more he might’ve had a heart attack. His only semblance of hope was you calling him ‘Javi’, that had to mean something… right?. “Okay. I’ll be there.” He then heard the line click on the other end.

Leaping off the couch he went to take a shower, knowing that he hasn’t been looking his best since you’ve left. He had a lot to do before he left, shave, find some decent clothes that weren’t stained, try to find some way to get the smell of whiskey and cigarettes off his tongue… the more things he thought of, the more he rushed, last thing he wanted was to be late.

You enter the cafe exactly an hour after your call, looking around and immediately spotting Javier. He was sat in a very familiar spot. This cafe being the one right near your shared apartment, where you had spent most mornings together, sharing a coffee, holding hands, as each of you focused on your own work.

You take a deep breath, noticing how his hands were in fists, pressed against his forehead, his leg bouncing nervously under the table, he already ordered a coffee and you notice one sitting in front of him as well. You can’t help but smile softly knowing that it was for you.

You walk over and as Javier notices you from the corner of his eyes he looks up at you and immediately shoots up out of his seat. “Hermosa…” he couldn’t keep himself from smiling at the sight of you, his eyes welling up slightly as if he was about to cry. His bottom lip quivered and he opened his arms going to hug you.

You place a hand on his chest, stopping him in his tracks. “Sit down Peña… please” you could see his smile drop and he felt his heart drop. He nodded slowly and sat back down, his leg bouncing more as that fear comes back, the idea of losing you having him more anxious then any case he’s ever worked.

You walk over to your chair, sitting down before reaching to the cup in front of you. “First, I need you to listen Javi… then you can say what you want” you look into his eyes, noticing how his own are completely fixated on you. He nodded his head, willing to do anything you asked just to get to stay here with you another minute.

“What I saw that night… I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forget. Or get that image out of my mind.” You take a sip from your drink, noticing how Javier fights the urge to say something, but silences himself remembering what you said. You go to continue but pause when you notice how your coffee was exactly how you liked it. A soft smile graces your lips and you put it back down.

“But I love you Javier. I love you more than anything and anyone. So I am willing to give you another chance” at those words you watched as Javier’s face lights up, he opens his mouth but you bring up a hand, silencing him with the gesture. “However… you need to win back my trust. Seeing you cheating on me… and the idea of what would’ve happened if I hadn’t walked in, it keeps me from fully trusting you”

He can only nod at your words, completely enamored in you, listening intently and waiting for your permission to speak. “Until I’m ready to trust you again, we need to step back. Go back to dating. Not being boyfriend and girlfriend, but just dating” you spoke sternly, there was no room for argument, it was a ‘take it or leave it’ deal.

When you pause he takes that as his sign to speak. “I understand that completely Princessa… I can’t put into words how sorry I am. She meant nothing, I was stupid for doing what I did and in those three weeks I couldn’t hold you… fucking hell, I have never wished to go back in time as much as I did then. I love you endlessly, and I am going to prove it to you. I swear” He reaches his hands forward, placing them in the center of the table, watching you intently, waiting to see if you’ll accept his touch.

You take in a long breath and give him a soft smile. You reach your hands across the table and take his hands in yours. At that simple gesture he can’t help but let out a soft exhale, grinning wildly and grasping your hands tightly. He clenched his eyes shut, clearly trying to hold back tears, overjoyed at the fact that you were giving him another chance, an opportunity to redeem himself.

“God I don’t deserve you… you’re my entire world, my guiding light. I’ll do whatever it takes to get your trust back, even if it takes months of dating, of small coffee dates, or walks in the parks, or gifting you flowers on special occasions… I’ll do anything if it means I get more time with you.” He continues to ramble and you feel tears come to your eyes, slowly cascading down your searing cheeks.

Every word he spoke was from his heart, there was no hesitation, he was completely sincere, by the way his head leaned down against the table it was clear he was willing to burn the whole world for you. And if the table wasn’t there… you were sure he’d be on his knees, praising you for allowing him a chance he doesn’t deserve.

“What I did… it was unacceptable, even if you forgive me one day, I never will. I hurt you… something I swore I’d never do. I’m sorry… I’m so fucking sorry. God Hermosa I-“ he didn’t stop talking, people began to turn their heads, spotting Javier practically praying to you as if you were a deity.

You grip his hands tighter before interrupting him. “Javi I understand… it’s alright. We’ll move forward, see whether this relationship can last. Give it another shot hm? But we have to do it together” he lifts his head and looks at you, his eyes red and streaks of tears visible on his cheeks.

“Together…” he repeated and smiled at you. After a while, you both stood up, but not yet leaving. Simply standing there for a moment, gazing into each others eyes. Then suddenly, with a soft sob, Javier couldn’t help himself and pulled you towards him. Wrapping his arms around your waist tightly, holding you close as if you would fade away if he let go.

“I love you so much Hermosa. I missed you so much. I don’t deserve an Angel like you in my life, but I won’t waste this chance, I promise you, I will give you the whole world just to see you trust me again”

[immorecooliothanyou]

I begged on my hands and knees to myself in a mirror to keep this to myself, but i really wanted to post this story 🙏

Scp-096’s POV

Scp-096 looked down at his crimson stained hands and put them to his moist😼, also blood-stained face, attempting to cover his, hideous facial features.

He felt horrible, he hated people staring at his face, his body… his skin.

The shy man wished he had something, a blanket, another set of arms, even. Anything to cover his disgustingly thin, naked self.

He felt embarrassed that he was crying like a baby, or was it really an embarrassing thing?

‘Would a grown man cry if they were forced to kill people?’ He asked himself, taking his hands off his face as he moved to sit in a fetal position.

The Scp felt a small feeling of satisfaction from killing his captors though. But still, it was like something or someone was forcing him to cry..

His throat hurt from crying and screaming. All he wanted was a rest, something to help him calm down, to finally give him his well deserved sleep…

Someone… someone that would put their arms around him… someone that wouldn’t laugh at him… someone that loved him…

He paused, putting his right hand over his left, simulating another person holding it. But after a second he quickly pulled away… he felt pathetic… he searched his mind for something else to think of.

Scp-096 could feel his heart pounding in his chest at his odd fantasies…it made him feel something he hadn’t felt in a while…

He shifted his body to look around, feeling the warmth of the dead human blood on his face.

He kinda liked it though, he couldn’t lie. Getting revenge on the foundation was pretty satisfying. He could bet that every other Scp would agree with him… well maybe not the safe class anomalies, but that’s because they get treated like a princess.

Scp-096 could feel jealousy growing in his mind as he thought about it, but his moment of jealousy was interrupted by a loud announcement that only spoke halfway before the power shut off, he knew that someone turned the electricity off.

This period of silence made him realize how loud he was sobbing, he then put his hand over his mouth to quiet himself of those pathetic sounds.

Until he heard a sound that made him cringe. It was… wet…

He covered his face once again and listened some more, then there was crunching. Not like the sound of chips, it was more like biting into a gobstopper.

The shy guy then heard the patterning of wet, and bare feet😼.

Scp-106’s POV: a minute before or something idk

Flesh and skin ripped in the anomalies hand as he shoved his hand and forearm into the woman’s chest.

He listened to the researcher scream in agony with pure delight, he heard the poor woman's beg for her life as he watched the corrosive substance eat away at the woman's skin and flesh.

But it was already too late.

Of course he barely knew what she was saying, since French was his first language.

The only words he understood were ‘go’, ‘me’, and ‘please’.

God he wanted to understand her.

His eyes then widened as he came back to the real world. He had been standing there for an awkward period of time, processing her words.

Scp-106 pulled his hand out, his wrinkled, rotten skin… or whatever it is anymore… sliding past some rotting, broken ribs.

There was a disgustingly loud squelching sound that followed right as he pulled out and stared at his blood covered arm, before he grabbed the woman by the neck, staring at her traumatized expression; she was still alive. But obviously not for long.

He lifted his free arm up, the bones of his fingers cracking as his grip tightened around the woman’s front top tooth.

The female researcher grimaced as she felt her tooth being ripped out her mouth. The excruciating pain of her flesh getting rotted away from her face, gums, and stomach became too much for her and she eventually passed out.

The old man let go of her wrinkled neck and she fell to the cold floor with a thud and a loud slapping sound from the loose skin of her face being forced to the ground by gravity.

Scp-106 let out a sigh that sounded more like a groan. There was a thought that kept wandering through his mind, it was an odd thought.

It was love.😻

He remembered fantasizing about romance and marriage in the war, laying in his bunk. He always fantasized about the right person or whatever it was.

Though, he blocked out the thought and angrily disciplined himself for even thinking about it. But his self-discipline was RUDELY INTERRUPTED by a loud sobbing that made him feel some kind of familiarity.

He knew it was someone he hated (since he hated everyone and everything), he knew it…

“Pense…” he muttered raspily to himself as he sighed again. He figured he should just check it out if he can’t think correctly, plus he already was getting bored.

So instead of dropping the tooth that was in his hand, he tossed it in his mouth. He chewed on it, the calcium material softened in his mouth as the mucus-like liquid covered it. He swallowed and went towards the room where he heard the irritating crying sound.

I might never finish this 😻🪵🔥🔥🔥

[artemisjpotter]

Penacony 2.3 spoiler ramblings

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WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK STOP LEAVING FUCKING CLIFFHANGERS WHAT THE FUCK

Other random thoughts:

- Thank you for finally giving Acheron’s full backstory to us. I feel so bad for her. I went to give her all the hugs. Please visit the Express. You deserve all the happiness babe

-I do like Firefly as a character don’t get me wrong but I’m not a huge fan of them pushing this faux ship between her and the trailblazer. Like it feels forced. I feel like we got attached to her way too quickly in 2.0 and now we’re acting like we’re basically dating. There was even the bridal carry! I think I would like it better if it had more gradual development. I think it has potential, it just needs to happen more organically.

-WHY DID YOU SKIP THE SCENE WITH AVENTURINE AND BOOTHILL STANDOFF AT THE END OF 2.2??? Like how did they reach an agreement? Since when did the marketing dept have beef with the SID? Did everyone know this and that’s why Boothill approaches Aventurine in the first place? WHY DIDN’T YOU SHOW US THEIR CONVO HOYO??? You did both my boys so dirty this patch. They’d better give them an epic buddy cop showdown against Oswaldo in a companion mission or the interlude. Also: show us Boothill’s backstory in game so I can properly sob like a baby and we give him a proper character arc. Also also: make Nihility = depression so we can finally have the Aventurine depression arc we deserve and maybe get that boy some happiness and will to live at some point.

-Speaking of the IPC: wtf is up with Jade??? Topaz looked gay AF when she first showed up, and Jade kept infantilizing her, calling her “little Jelena” and such. And when she went to more harsher “negotiations” with the family she ended up being more manipulative and cutthroat like we saw when she first met Aventurine. She’s clearly manipulative and I think she groomed Topaz and acts like a different person around her. That would also explain Topaz’s brainwashing that the IPC is great and all. God I hate them so much. LET BOOTHILL SHUT THEM DOWN I’M BEGGING YOU 🙏🏾 🙏🏾 🙏🏾

-Speaking of the family, WHERE WAS MY BOY SUNDAY??? We know he’s on trial but he only shows up at the end, and Jade is just like, “explore different paths.” So like what is the future for Sunday now? Are they just letting him go? What’s going to happen to him? And why didn’t we get to properly explore Robin’s grief over her brother’s actions and subsequent imprisonment? Again WE WERE ROBBED

-Ngl I started crying like a baby inside when the Express said their goodbyes to the Nameless. That story makes me so sad 😭 and March’s question about morality AHH I LOVE THE EXPRESS CREW FOUND FAMILY SO MUCH

-And going off of that, I love how the Stellaron Hunters are like found family. It’s so sweet, like how Firefly told Jade Silver Wolf would fuck the IPC up if they messed with her. We love our criminal found family in this house (also love how Kafka asked Firefly to buy her some stuff.)

-Why the fuck did Elio hire Sparkle? I don’t understand that. I don’t understand the point of her or any of the masked fools tbh. Sometimes I imagine Elio is just writing things in the script for shits and giggles and it kinda makes me laugh but also scratch my head 😂

I think that’s all for now but I reserve the right to add to this. I did enjoy 2.3 overall, but they left way too many loose ends imo (and I wanted more fan service for my faves, ngl). I do hope they resolve them in the interlude and/or companion missions. Penacony has sooo many interesting storylines that it would be a shame if they didn’t wrap them all up.

ETA: WHY IS ARGENTI’S ENGLISH VOICE STILL BROKEN I WANT TO HEAR THAT MAN’S ELEGANT VOICE AGAIN 😭 😭 😭

[dcvinefcmme]

no grave can hold my body down, i'll crawl home to her. || SELF PARA.

when my time comes around, lay me gently in the cold dark earth.

TRIGGER WARNING: blood, guns, murder, death, hospitals, blood, grief, graphic descriptions of violent acts.

ft. @missseraphina / @cfdante / @saccharinexvenom ( lucky ) / @xogiada / @zakariaxwolfe

TIMELINE NOTE: this takes place the same night as the gala event, and slightly onward.

just in case that was our last. i love you so much.

ludovica hadn't even had to speak the words aloud when her eyes darted to dante -- help me. help her, the woman i love. it's known that a feeling like this doesn't come easily to her, hell, she's trained herself enough to make sure that it doesn't come at all. but somehow, she had completely lost herself in seraphina montgomery -- and at this rate, there was no getting her heart back. she knew she had to finish the show. for giada, who she trusted and adored so much. any other time she would have run for her life -- but lucky and dante would have this handled. they'd keep things from breaking out too much. they'd get her out of there.

while she stands by the stage, clinging to the slowly taring edges of her composure -- the very moment she finishes her final line, hears her final cue in her earpiece, she runs from the stage, boots sounding against the floor in a series of dramatic thumps. the way she was running, those around her should be shocked that the earth didn't come with it. she needs to see her face. she needs to see her breathing.

ludovica searches the place high and low. every room receives the same treatment, every square inch examined. she could be anywhere. despite it being a hotel, this place was far too goddamn big. it's then she finally makes it outside, the december chill caressing her cheeks, as if preparing her for what she's about to find. the mother's touch she never knew.

it's then, she turns the corner, and her heart drops. she can hear it shatter in her ears. sera. with gunshot wounds even she couldn't ignore.

" no..... oh nonono... " her voice becomes far more gentle than she ever thought possible, caring little about the stains to her suit. how could she think of anything else, but how the love of her life was bleeding out in her arms? a hand comes to rest on sera's cheek, caressing it gently as the tears begin to fall. she has never cried like this. not ever since she was a child. how could she, with her experience? with her family? but, none of that matters now. the woman she loved, who left everything behind to be with her -- had been caught in the crossfire. " la mia bellissima ragazza... stay with me... "

nothing or no one has ever made ludovica this desperate. calling out to a god she had never believed in, a silent prayer whispered over her lips. please. take me instead. i'll leave everything behind as long as you don't touch her. it has been so long since she'd last known what it felt like to be human again, and she could feel that part of her soul slipping through her fingers.

and then, sera starts to speak. ludovica initially moves to hush her, mouth opening to insist that she rest. she needs to save her energy, while they get the ambulance here. but as she listens to her words, ludovica finds herself incapable of speaking. only sobbing with the fire of a thousand suns.

“ lu… baby listen. i wasn’t truly alive until i met you. my world was black and white, but you made me see colour. every moment with you… it was all I ever wanted. please don’t forget… i love you more than anything. always… ”

and then, her eyes flutter shut -- body going limp in her arms. while ludovica is wide-awake, she begins mentally searching for a way out. this has to be a nightmare, one that she has to fight to wake up from. but, in the seconds that pass by, she comes to realize that this is exactly what she feared. real life. the other half of her heart is dying.

eyes soon dart upwards -- the entire ordeal occurring within a matter of seconds, but feeling like fifteen years. a hellscape she knew she could never get out of. " HELP! " her voice calls out, her scream desperate -- but also like that of a banshee. tolling death, the curse she was bound with. she couldn't even say the words to dante and lucky before but now, it falls out of her just as easily as her tears. " somebody fucking help her! " she can't die. not when they're finally on the same side -- not when she finally has her. all she's ever needed. no money, power, glory would ever be enough.

it's then she sees a figure turning the corner, a vague silhouette nearly colliding with the nearby brick wall. dante. she soon realizes that lucky is not very far behind. all sound becomes a ringing screech -- the muffled sounds of dante's voice calling an ambulance breaking through. as it arrives, she can see dante's mouth moving, even more words that broke her open. she couldn't go with her. with the emts, and the fact that she wasn't immediate family, they weren't married -- she'd have to meet them at the hospital.

would it have changed things if she had told them she had preemptively asked for her grandmother's engagement ring? that it was waiting for her back at her penthouse apartment, hidden away in her office? that she knew, down the line, she would be?

for perhaps the first time in years, ludovica couldn't even speak. all she can feel is lucky's arms around her -- sinking into him as she watches the medical personnel wheel the love of her life away. it can't be for the last time. it just can't.

the drive feels like another ten years, when in reality -- it only takes minutes. she doesn't see anything out the window, only the fabric of lucky's suit jacket as she allows her tears to transition from desperate to numb. sera was her tether to whatever humanity she had left. if she died because of this, she didn't just want zak's head. she wanted them all. ghost riders, society, whoever she would get her hands on. simply put, she wouldn't feel a single shred of guilt doing so. if she dies, if she leaves this earth -- anyone who thought she was a monster before would think she was far more than that. a demon, walking the earth. with fire in her wake.

hours later, ludovica held her hand as the flatline rang out. and along with sera, several things in ludovica died that night too. hope. joy. faith in the universe. all she was left with was anger.

her grief initially begins with simply silence. staring at the wall -- trying to make sense of it all. while some often wondered what they had done to deserve this, ludovica was well aware that she was far from pure. a sinner since birth. and yet, after all that she had endured, she thought she had paid her dues. served her time in this earthy penitentiary for all the bodies she left in her wake.

then comes the need to do something about it. with a shaken breath, she rises from her chair before making her way down the hall to an awaiting dante -- who had left to get them both coffee from the nearby dining hall. as shitty as it was, she needed it.

" they need to pay for this. " she finally speaks for the first time in hours. the evidence is clear in her horse throat, her voice crackling with every word. the crying certainly had not helped either. " every single one of them. "

she wants zakaria wolfe to watch as his little family of mice as she had once told him, falls to the ground, dead. the ghost rider clubhouse in flames. they had known the risk of sera's deception, of course they had. but gang relations were not a factor in the emotions she was feeling. while she had once been on the side of lying in wait, looking for the perfect time to strike -- this was the anger of a broken woman.

" if you won't do it, i'll do it myself. "

[haleyhunwritess]

Hiii!!! Could you write a 🤍 fic or drabble with dad!bucky and steve is seeing reader but bucky doesn’t know and they have an argument about something and bucky says something really hurtful so then steve goes to comfort her🥺🥺🥺🥺

🤍 drabble for dad!bucky and reader having an argument then steve comforting her because they're secretly dating

a/n: WAIT I LOVE THIS, also i'm sorry i've been trying to upload more for the celebration but i've been a bit busy with school :(( i'm gonna try to answer more this weekend hopefully (btw i love the ideas you guys send in) also i'm so sorry i keep making these longer than they need to be, you're all probably so sick of my writing at this point😭😭

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"You couldn’t behave just this once? You had to embarrass me infront of my colleagues," Bucky mumbled, as slumping down on the couch.

You recently started working with your father, as an intern of course. You were still in college but it was summer, and unfortunately your summer plans got cancelled. As a birthday present, your mum had bought a trip to Paris. Just for the two of you.

Unfortunately, before the end of the semester, she got into a car accident. When you got to the hospital, she was in surgery. You and Bucky waited there for hours. Steve came by to try to get you both to go home but neither of you moved. Finally, the doctor walked over to you guys. The pitiful look on his face already making you queasy as he said the words that changed your life in an instant. She passed away, she didn’t make it.

Bucky thought that maybe working with him this summer could help you take your mind off of things. At first, it was actually nice to have work as a distraction. But lately, the workload has been more than usual. It’s been tiring and hard but you’ve been trying your best. Today, however, someone else made a mistake and you got blamed for it. You tried to stand up for yourself but no one would listen to you. You looked to your dad for help but Bucky just shook his head and apologized on your behalf.

“I didn't even do anything! Why do you always have to argue with me" You yelled once again, as you threw your bag on the couch.

"I don’t want to argue with you, but you messed up and you need to learn how to take accountability for your actions!" Bucky yelled back, no longer caring about keeping his voice down.

You scoffed in response, "I wish Mom was still here, she wouldn't do this to me. She would stand up for me, she wouldn't believe some other kid over me."

"Fuck I wish she was here so she could see you right now, she'd be nothing but disappointed in you. Thank fucking god she's not here to see you like this, she'd be so fucking ashamed." Bucky instantly regretted what he said, but it was too late. The harsh words already left his mouth, and there was no taking them back now.

You both stood there like that until the sound of the front door pulled you out of your thoughts. You noticed Steve had walked in with takeout in his hand. You completely forgot he was coming over for dinner tonight. You looked back at Bucky before running upstairs to your room.

"Wait sweethear-" Bucky got cut off as you slammed your bedroom door shut. He quickly got up to follow you but Steve stopped him.

"Just let me go talk to her first.” Steve said, knowing you’d be too upset to see Bucky right now.

“I didn’t mean to say that… I just felt guilty when she said what she said…I didn’t mean to h-hurt her, fuck please just go check on her.” Bucky quickly wiped the tears away, knowing there was a chance you wouldn’t be able to forgive him for what he said.

Steve patted his back, before making his way upstairs to your room. His heart broke listening to the quiet sobs coming from your room. He lightly knocked on the door, “Angel, are you in here?”

“Go ‘way, don’t wanna talk…” You mumbled, putting the covers over your head.

“Come on, angel, you don’t have to talk it’s okay, I just wanna make sure you’re okay.” Steve waited for a few minutes, hoping you’ll let him in soon. He sighed before turning the doorknob, surprised to find it unlocked, and walking in.

He walked over to you, and sat down on the bed before carefully moving the blankets down. You looked up at him, with your tear-stained face, still sobbing quietly as you kept thinking about what Bucky said.

“Oh baby, look at you. All these tears don’t look good on my angel, come on let’s dry these up.” Steve carefully wiped away all your tears with his sleeve before pulling you closer to him to let you lay your head on his lap.

“H-he said that…” You couldn’t even finish the sentence. You wanted to tell Steve the harsh words you’d heard earlier. You didn't know that he already heard them as soon as he walked in. It took everything in him to not beat the shit out of Bucky at the time but he knew you needed him more though.

“Shh shh, it’s okay, he didn’t mean it. You know how much he loves you. He didn’t mean what he said, I promise. And I know for a fact that she’d be nothing but proud of you if she was still here.” He quickly shushed you, not wanting you to cry again. He tried his best to soothe you with his sweet words. It helped a little but you couldn’t help but wonder if Bucky was right. Would she be disappointed?

“Do you think she’d be disappointed in me? If she ever found out about us? Actually, do you think he’ll be disappointed in me if I ever told him about us?” You mumbled.

Steve thought about it for a second before replying, “Maybe at first, but I’m sure he'll come around. He'll will have to come around, angel, because I’m never letting you go.” He mumbled, burying his face in your neck, making you giggle a bit.

“I miss her alot…” You mumbled, as you could already feel the tears making their way back.

“I know, angel, I know. We all do…” Steve laid there with you until you fell asleep. Stroking your hair, and rubbing your back every now and then. All he wanted to do was take your pain away. You didn’t deserve to feel this way. You were his angel, all he wanted to do was protect you.

[hwangphoria]

It’s time for a break. (Bangchan Oneshot)

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WARNING: this Oneshot contains She/Her Pronouns and has a high amount of angst and mentions of abuse. If you are not comfortable. Please do not proceed.

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Why in the world hasn’t he come home yet?

I checked my watch as I laid there watching the drama that I binged every night while chan was away at work… it was nearly 12 am.

He has been working late every single night and it’s absolute bullshit. The company fails to recognize that he is a human being. He deserves a break too, but he is constantly overworked to his limits.

The blood inside of me is almost boiling at the time I hear the beeping of the buttons from the keypad on the door, signaling Chan’s arrival as I got up from my spot on the couch and made my way over to the front door, my heart softening at the thought.

A smile had crept on my face as the joy had also crept in my heart after feeling so empty all day. As soon as I got there, Chan has already taken off his shoes, and locked the door behind him. His curly hair tousled from the long day of work, only making him look that much more attractive.

He soon turned to face you and the smile that had made its way on your face, soon faded as your heart dropped in your chest after you were met with his emotionless eyes.

Even after such a long day he was usually pretty happy to see me

“Baby what’s wrong…?”

I asked him softly, his eyes turning away from me, still as emotionless as before as he tan his hand through his hair and made his way past me into the living room. Without even saying a single word, my heart had shattered into a million pieces.

“I have dinner ready! I made your favorite Channie!”

I chimed as I followed him from a distance into our shared room, still not receiving a single word in return.

Why in the hell is he being like this? I mean I know work is hard sometimes but I can’t remember a single day in the past 3 years where it has ever been THIS bad. I’ve never seen him this way in my entire life.

“If you’re not hungry, that’s okay if you’d like I can run a bubbl-“

“Wont you just shut the fuck up, please? I’m tired and I want to sleep.”

He snapped, causing me to stop dead in my tracks as we had finally made it to our bedroom, before I could even process another thought my heart absolutely crumbles like a pile of dirt, a pain shooting through my chest already feeling the lump begin to form in my throat.

He paused as well, a few moments later turning around to face me, and the regret had already coated his face and filled his eyes, beginning to walk towards me to apologize, but I held my hand out for him to stop.

“Y/n-“

“No Chan. I’m… completely fine. I understand that you have had a long day… I just need a little bit of time for myself… and I think that you should too… I’m gonna go for a walk… and um…”

I paused in the middle of my sentence, trying to find the right words to say, but my mind struggled as I tried to focus on not breaking down and sobbing, a few moments later regaining my train of thought.

“I just need to think about things for a little bit okay? And… I’ll give you some time to unwind and give you time for yourself. Okay?”

I gave him a soft smile, which I had to admit was kind of forced, but I knew that he probably needed it. I let out a deep breath to contain my tears and turned around and headed back out of the room.

I need to hurry up and get out of here before I turn into the biggest crybaby the world has ever seen.

I quickly made my way to the front door, pulling my coat over my body to protect my air from Seoul’s brutal chilly wind, along with my slippers before heading out of the door, and eventually out of the building.

It’s going to be okay Y/N… you… just got to learn not be such a sensitive crybaby all of the time. He’s just tired…

Chan’s POV:

Oh my god…

Why in the hell did I just say that? Why didn’t I stop myself? I don’t even… mean that I’ve just been overly stressed and… my god.

I then turned around, coming face to face with the small, now fragile girl in front of me, my heart breaking in half as the regret automatically filled within me.

“Y/n-“

I began to walk towards her, but she held her hand out for me to stop, which I had obeyed, sitting there trying to find the right words to say.

As she spoke I could feel my heart eventually breaking into a million more pieces, wanting yo just run and hug her but I have to respect her wishes… and her personal space.

I watched them walk out of the room, walking into the door frame myself as I watched them leave the apartment from here, feeling my heavy heart sinking down into my chest.

I can’t believe I let my stress get the better of me… it took her so long to trust me this much, and I’m afraid I just ruined it all.

I know that may seem dramatic. But Y/N is a very fragile person who has had… so many people hurt them in the past, and I promise them I would never become one of those people.

But I think I just did.

Y/N’s POV:

I looked down at the time on my phone, thinking for a few minutes and finally deciding I’ve been out here long enough, taking a deep sigh and getting up, beginning to make my way back to the apartment.

It’s been about an hour… and I’ve thought about plenty of things…

Chan would never do anything to purposely hurt me, and I know that. I think he just needs a break from work, but I know the chances of his company letting him do that are low to none. Chan is also a workaholic, and I don’t want to be controlling and restrict him.

But for the sake of his mental health, I think it’s the right thing to recommend he ask for a short break.

As soon as I had seen the regret in his eyes, I knew that he hadn’t actually meant it. He’s a good guy, and he’s helped me through so much of the shit that other people have caused me from my past. I shouldn’t be asking for anything more.

I had then arrived at the apartment building, walking inside and making my way up and down the hall to our specific room, taking a deep breath within before clicking in the code and pushing the door open.

I slowly opened up the door, peeking around to see if Chan was anywhere near. After seeing that he wasn’t, I made my way inside, shutting the door quietly behind me, feeling to warms snake their way around my waist, causing me to jump just slightly.

There they are. The butterflies.

“Y/N.”

He buried his head into the crook of my neck, feeling his hot breath against my skin as he let out a shivering sigh. He had been crying.

He then loosened his arms and turned me around so that we were now face to face, my eyes automatically meeting the tears that filled his own, a frown subconsciously growing on my lips.

“Baby what’s wro-“

“The dinner that you made was so so so good. And I’m so sorry… you didn’t deserve any of that. Work… is just… I’m so fucking tired and I don’t know what to do. I need to be there but I really don’t feel like it…”

He was practically sobbing, shaking his head as he buried it back into my shoulder, the ache in my chest returning as I wrapped my arms around him, a deep sigh escaping my lips as all the tension left my body.

This boy just doesn’t know when he’s reached his limits… it happens to the best of us.

“Baby, please don’t cry. I’m okay. And I know that you didn’t mean it, but look at me please.”

He waited for a few moments, sniffling s bit begote he listed his head to look at me, a smile growing on my lips as his bloodshot eyes had met mine.

“You need to ask for a few days off. It won’t hurt them I promise. Your mental health is important. And they need to understand that. Okay honey?”

I spoke softly, cupping his cheek with my hands as I wiped his test stained cheeks with my thumbs, a nod coming from him in return, nodding back at him in response.

“So, you liked my food eh? I told you I had made your favorite.”

I side eyed him as a smirk grew on my lips, causing him to roll his eyes playfully and shake his head.

“Yes, it was very very yummy.”

He wiped his eyes from the rest of his tears, feeling another ache signal from my chest at the sight of him crying, taking ahold of his hand and leading him to the bedroom.

“Where are we going baby?”

He questioned, following close behind me as we did. When we reached the bedroom, I placed him in front of the bed, sending a little smirk as I looked up at him before pushing him back onto the bed gently, his eyes widening.

“Oh?”

He smirked, raising his brow as he leaned back even more as I walked over to the bedside table shaking my head in disbelief as I pulled out the remote to the tv from the drawer.

“No, you dirty dog. We’re watching Nemo, so get your horny ass up so we can cuddle.”

He let out a sigh, causing a giggle to escape from mine as he shifted himself up into a higher spot on the bed, opening up his arms wide for me to climb in.

And I did exactly that, feeling all the tension leave my body.

finally back in the arms I belong in.