#those stairs like i cant even fathom

[toxooz]

This summer, I'm gonna teach myself how to ride a skateboard ✊😤 and I'm gonna give myself the same grace and patience Ollie would give me 😤😤😤

GOOD LUCK REMEMBER TO PUSH WITH UR BACK LEG AND KEEP YOUR KNEES BENT AND DONT STICK YOUR ARMS STRAIGHT OUT WHEN YOU FALL And dont push urself to serious injury but most of all go at ur own pace and hAVE FUNNNN!!!!

[panie-wanie-dean-bean]

Thank u so much for the lore answer, I love the cotton candy sweetness of fluff but ima lil drunk right now, so i wanted to share a f-ed up question if that's okay, (you'r free to not answer if not,) but since Bo is so determined to like not fuck upnot be sent back n stuff what kind of stuff would he avoid doing around MC 4hat he used to do around his previous masters?

and like, if its related or not, i had this headcanon that im glad u gave some bo backstory for bc where it was like, wat would happen if he accidentally caused a accident with all his adorbs puppy energy, like he's playing tag with Jack or somethin and with Bos megahuge beach boy buff arms just knocks MC down the flight of their fancy imported italian marble stairs edged with silver (they say this as they're fallin down btw 'ah! Im falling down my fancy imported italian marblestairshks Im stupid)

but anyway yea they break something or get like super injured or something and ofc the ambulance has to be called and they're taken ro the hospital to stay for awhile, which sucks bc like ofc society looks down on hybrids so everyone is side eyeing this adorable zoo mansion bc they're lame and 1 brain celled and like "thats wat happens when u have a house full of wild animals they should be put down if u ask me" and MCs attitude is like a grim but professional "if i had both my arms Id beat ur ass bitch, wats ur @? Soon as this morphine drip is done its over for u hoes" but like they probably have a cast or somethin . Anyway MC's worried about the boys, and me the OP is worried about Bo bc like Trauma city would hit his brain harrd, and i dont even know if the other guys would be so forgiving and stuff bc i mean they Should they're a family, but that was two(2) flights of imported italian marble dude, fuck, why play football tag,, in the house?? And idk i just felt bad bc jack n Bo esp probably would feel double bad even tho MC loves him so much he's just a hyper guy, he cant help his zoomzooms, i dont/cant fathom wat he and the boys would do in this situation probably pack his one thing (an old mc shoe) ina rucksack n try to run away miserably or maybe 24/7 at the hospitsl despite all the nasty looks and comments bc they're hybrids or magbe even hiding away bc he absolutely believes that mc will send him away once they lock eyes again, but regardless of either of those things, if MC has to roll up to the house in that (yknow that spongebob character guy who was born with glass bones and paper skin ass Giant ass full body cast on rollers??) To go find that boy and over the grand table firmly tell them not to harbor any horrible thoughts about themselves or each other, bc it was an accident and about lovin them unconditionally and being a family, i might cry or somethinf, the table is also imported italian maple btw MC-s parents had a thing i think they fucked an italian architect guy, or somethin anyway i luv u, im gonna eat a burrito so let me know if u want any thing from the kitchen luv u

Lemme know if tuis text is broken up enough bc i skimmed over it and i was like this is like the stat wars openin or some shit i put gaps in

🖤

First of all, sweety, for me, take a sip or two of water, ok? And make sure you sleep on your side if you're still drunk by then, forehead kisses all around

Anyways, Bo would just mask everything that brings him joy by the time you adopt him. No bouncing, no stimming in general, no talking unless asked, no indulging in his hyperfixations or special interests, he even tries to limit his tail wagging. He's come to correlate his own joy with bad behavior so he's just straight up not him when you first meet him

Holy shit, this is good, but fuck man. Bo wouldn't know what to do with himself. Once the ambulance takes you away he thinks you died. He's in full shutdown, no talking, no eating, no moving off your bed and your scent

Jack would also be distraught, both because he was playing with Bo and because he cleans those stairs so often they're just a little more slippery from how clean they are. He stays with Bo most days, Rory coming in with meals to make sure they don't starve in there. Jack eats a little. Bo doesn't

Rory feels bad for Jack and Bo, he knows they didn't mean it and trusts Jack's recount of events. Nick keeps himself busy by visiting you in the hospital, Shaun wants to go too but since cat's are a popular allergen he's not allowed in unless he needs care. Ian goes as often as he can so he doesn't have enough time to plot Bo's death. Jean and Berry are pissed and openly talk about kicking Bo out. They know better than to talk about Jack like that with Rory around. Joseph is stuck as peace maker until you get back, making sure that no fights break out and they Jean doesn't poisons Bo's food with onions, not that he'd eat it anyhow

When you finally get home and tell everyone that you forgive Bo seeing as it was an accident Bo finally lets everything hit him and cries. He's on his best behavior the months following, you'll have to reteach him to drop his "good boy" mask and be himself

[nvrcmplt]

"He's an idiot," huffed Hayate, the pipe in the corner of their mouth and sake between Junpei and themselves. Pouring one for themselves, then another for their company, tired glance would gaze that Kaitou who was hard at work, picking weeds as per the pipe hashira's orders. "But he's a good kid that one, aye ? Latched'imself onto me for some messed up reason, aye ... here , drink ..."

There was no way around it. Once Hayate brought the sake bottle out, neither would be leaving those stairs of theirs sober. If they could still stand straight they hadn't hit the bottle hard enough and Kaitou would be sent for another. Such as the life of a retired hashira, huffing away at their pipe as the small cup was handed to Junpei.

Half-full.

They didn't want Junpei's thoughts to wander off just yet. "Y'ever thought'bout it ? How life's so pure in the eyes of those that haven't had it rough, or who had it rough and still live as if life's been kind? Messed up, messed up... aye ... bitter batch this."

One cup empty, it'd be nursed between Hayate's fingers, head canted in Junpei's direction. "Gotta look out for him, Junpei, we both know'im dangling on a lifeline'ere ; y're gonna live to see him age farther than me. That darn hashira life... ain't what it used to be, it ain't... Hey, can you promise me that, ya good for nothing magpie? Ain't gotta train'im, just..."

There's almost a bitter grief in the day they looked to Kaitou, regrets and pain from a life lived prior to the simple years of an inn owner; "... keep'im distracted, I don't want'im to become a hashira like me."

They trusted him too much. Though here he was never the cause for bloodbaths, but his feet were bloody. His fingers always dripped in gore, his smile was at peace when mountains of corpses were in his wake… He was not an exile for nothing, to be given grace here was a strange beginning - but Hayate cared not for the rules. They understood his ways, his upbringing due to many nights of sharing their harrowing tales of Hashira goals and time. Learning the sword through harm and determination for others to look up upon. It was a strange weight to share - strange in all manners of ways that didn't sit right at times.

Thus, whilst he sat, sprawled even - ungraced and half liquored to a pleasant buzz, strained by the half-cups being repeatedly pours, daring his tongue to seek more with each refill. He rose long nailed digits to the small item, raising it with ease to press to ruddy lips and tip his head back for the full contents to be swallowed down. Sure, it's meant to be leisurely sipped, to taste the air of home and sigh from its dryness, but not here.

Hayate was nagging.

Asking for the impossible from the Oni.

Strange it was though as Junpei listened with half an ear, staring upon the body of the boy that wants to become what they both gave up. Hayate was in pain, not a strange sight - when the drinks get heavy - so do their shoulders. A lot of hurt. A lot of memories to feel the world weigh down on them. Choices made in their time under the order… Junpei could only fathom part of it, he knew the drive of needing that title, to become the strongest for the family - but he was betrayed and he became that betrayer with ease. The stone that was removed from his training cave was nothing but the trigger for his whole title.

Exile.

Monster.

Pain incarnate.

He was not something anyone would look up to for guidance in life and yet, Hayate was demanding him a promise with drunk words and sorrow in every fibre of their being. "I can take him travelling once you're out for the count." Though, he wasn't sure what condition he'll be in. It was going to be a while until he gets to see Hayate stiff and asleep for their last time of cursing him out and demanding him of anything.

That was a … saddening thought.

His only friend in this strange world.

Gaze rose from the boy, the weight of this promise to that of them. Staring with a gaze of wonder before his lashes closed and his smile took place. Fake, but one he was known to where at all times. A seriousness in his devotion to appear stable, welcoming, a promise keeper. "I'll do my best since you've burned it into my eardrums, Hayate… though, you should know of the horrors that follow me will drown him if he isn't ready." Hand eased over the distance, cup tilted with silent invite for more liquor for him.

"Remember to leave that sword of yours for him. I doubt he'll ever leave it behind once your time comes, old friend."

[hufflepuffsthunderdome]

First Snow of Winter | D.M

Draco x female!reader

Warnings: none :)

@risingtripletaurus otay so now i have to ask for a draco x reader with draco being all soft for the stereotypical winter things <3 fuck yes I loved writing this! That Remus one you requested will be up soon ;)

Summary: just cute winter Draco being adorable and in love with his girlfriend. Need I say more?

A/N: I’m sorry that the formatting is kinda strange. It could very well just be mine but I have no idea how to fix it.

A soft thud to the side of your head wakes you up with a start, the annoyed groans coming from your roommates and a soft thudding against the dormitory door breaking through the air before you’re eyes have settled to be able to see through the dark. From her bed, your roommate Claire is sitting up her usual smirk plastered on her face, motioning with her hand for the pillow she threw at you.

“Sound’s like lover boy is desperate.”

You look back at her confused, your other two roommates shooting protests her way, clearly annoyed at the disruption of their sleep and her jovial attitude towards it. The soft knocking at the door continues slightly, this time Draco’s quiet whispers sneaking through the cracks in the door, and making your face heat up against the cool night air. You’ve been seeing Draco for over a year now, much to the amazement of everyone around you, including yourselves at times. You were all smiles and helping hands, eager to please everyone around you, to your own detriment at times. And draco. Well Draco wasn’t that. To others, he was gloomy, and moody. A spoiled mummy’s boy who seemed to get everything he wanted at the blink of an eye. But not around you. Around you he was considerate, loving, passionate, even after all this time together, it was the little things he did everyday that made you heart race, that made you fall more and more in love each time you saw him.

The knocking stops, and you can hear the clear dejected sounds of Draco walking away from the door. You’re out of bed as quick as you can, too fast for your body to protest to the cold ground you’re now walking on, away from the barrier of warmth your blanket gave you. Socks, shoes, beanie, gloves, coat, scarf; in that order, all on in a matter of seconds that is honestly impressive the speed you managed, and you’re out the door, creeping down the stairs. You manage to catch Draco, just before he goes to leave the common room and sling your arms around him from behind.

“What are you doing here,” you giggle as he turns around, smattering kisses across your face that leave a soft trail of heat wherever his lips touched. He’s wearing a coat and gloves like you, but has skipped the beanie and scarf. He’s much more equiped for this kind of weather than you’ll ever be, even with your many layers you’re still close to turning to ice.

“I just wanted to see the most gorgeous girl in school,” he smirks, taking your beanie off your head to readjust it properly over your ears, “even when she’s dressed up like a damn marshmallow.”

You both laugh quietly as you embrace in the common room, enjoying the moment of warmth and the heat of the fire. You don’t often get a chance to be alone together, being in different houses, with different friend groups and different responsibilities. It seemed every chance you got to spend a single moment with your loving boyfriend one of you was being whisked away for whatever reason. Honestly if that meant you’d have to wake up in the middle of the night and sneak around just to be able to see each other, neither of you would pass up that opportunity.

“Surely this could’ve waited for tomorrow, it’s freezing and you could’ve gotten caught. I mean how’d you even manage to get up to the dorm? Let me guess, you had your ways?”

Draco lets out a laugh at your comment, you have to put your hand over his mouth so no one possibly wakes up. He takes a hold of your gloved hand loosely, and presses a kiss to the tiny amount of exposed skin at your wrist, “I actually wanted to show you something.”

You walk through the cold halls of Hogwarts wrapped up in each other. Draco has one arm around your shoulder, and the other holding your hand in what he’ll say is an attempt to keep you warm, though he definitely isn’t passing up an opportunity to have you close. He glances down at you, from his tall stature, and cant help the small smile that graces his lips as he listens to you talk. You’re talking about a book you’re reading currently, some muggle book by an author you like that he’s never heard of before, but he cant help but get wrapped up in your passion about it. He’s not good at showing his emotions, to anyone really, but when he’s with you, Draco feels those walls he’s built up slip, and he’s more than willing to let you in.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Your voice teasingly says, breaking him out of his fond thoughts of you as you glance up at him. He feels his heart beat wildly in his chest at the way you look at him. He catches you looking at him like this a lot, like he’s the only thing in the whole world that matters, and each time he does he looses his ability to speak. He can’t even fathom the idea of being loved so much, but the way you talk to him, and look at him, and hold him close, he has no doubt in his mind that you love him just as much as he loves you.

“Just thinking about how much I adore you,” he says softly, stopping walking and pulling you close to him as he kisses you softly, “even when you look like a marshmallow.”

The giddy laugh you let out makes his face flush red, he adores making you laugh more than anything else, knowing he’s the only one who you let see this side of you just as he lets you see the real him makes him pull you into him even closer. “I mean given the time of year wouldn’t snowman be a better fit? It’s gonna start snowing soon after all.”

You look back up and Draco, from where you’re resting against his chest, and see that infamous smirk plastered on his face. “Come on,” he wraps his arms around you again, this time standing behind your body, “your surprise awaits you my love.”

You’re both laughing as you attempt to walk down the hallway in this akward position, your legs bumping into each other, and nearly making you fall over at times, “can I please walk normally?”

Draco’s hand slips up from around your waist to gently place them over your eyes. You wince slightly at his cold hands against your skin, and he laughs softly into your neck, the warm puff of air sending shivers up your spine, “it’ll ruin the surprise my love.”

You don’t know exactly where you are anymore as you continue to let Draco guide you, but you are aware that you are out of the corridors of the castle. You can feel the harsh wip of the air tugging at your clothes as you walk, so you’re fairly certain you’re outside somewhere. Draco’s moves are deliberate, he is guiding you exactly where he wants you and you know he’s definitely hiding something. Draco guides you down a set of stairs, promising he wont let you fall when he sees you tense up at the thought of taking the first step, and you follow his soft hands and calm voice down the flight. You have no idea where you are anymore. You thought you were possibly near the quidditch pitches at first but you know you haven’t walked that far. Draco’s hands guide you to a stop and the air instantly feels 10 times warmer. He pulls his hands away from your face and you gasp at the sight before you.

You’re stood in the back room of the greenhouse, the roof of it open and the doors leading out to the back garden completely open. The plants around you are swaying softly, coated in a small layer of white. It’s only then that you look up and realise it’s in fact snowing. Beyond the slight, glowing orange boarder that is encapsulating the greenhouse, which you’re sure is a charm of some description to make it feel like spring where you’re standing, small, soft specs of white are falling from the sky, seemingly travelling a slow motion as they descend to the ground. Despite the warmth in the greenhouse, the small specs of snow are still able to get inside, landing softly on the ground, and adding to the piles of snow already there, unmelting. There’s a large picnic blanket set up on the floor, and a basket to go with it overflowing with foods and sweets of a wide variety. You gasp and turn to smack your boyfriend in the chest lightly, “I was looking for that basket and blanket the other week.” He gives you a teasing grin back as you poke your tongue out at him; it was about three weeks ago when your friend came looking for you, asking to borrow your picnic things so her and her boyfriend could have lunch near the black lake. Tears start to well up in your eyes at the thought of your boyfriend planning this for that long, and you turn and engulf him in a hug.

“I’m glad you like it,” he gently kisses the top of your head as you stand their embracing one another.

“I can’t believe you did this for me.”

“Well,” he begins, pulling away from you to twirl a piece of your hair in between his fingers, “partly for you. Mostly for the snow.”

You’re mindlessly chatting away with Draco as you’re laid together on the blanket. You’ve eaten more than either of you thought possible, and are enjoying the warmth of the greenhouse and the beauty of the snow around you. Draco is talking about all the constellations you two can see in the stars above, his finger dragging carelessly over your collarbone, “and do you know what that one is?”

You stare up the stars he pointing to, turning your head slightly as you squint to try to make out the shape. “It looks like a kite,” you say without even thinking, and Draco starts to howl with laughter beside you.

“Way to ruin my attempt to be cute,” he chuckles, rolling over so he’s on his elbows above you, glancing down at you, “that’s Delphinus, it’s a dolphin, it means love.”

You lean up and press you lips to his, hand reaching up to gently cup his face as he leans further into the loving kiss. When you pull away he leans further into your palm, eyes still shut, “I appreciate your cuteness but there’s no way in hell that’s a dolphin.” You both start laughing at that, an uncontrollable kind of laughter, at what was barely a joke. You stand up, pulling him up with you and towards the exit of the greenhouse, “let’s go build a snowman.”

What you imagine to be a picture perfect moment, entering the snow with your lover in tow, quickly sours again as the second you leave the warmth of the charm Draco made, a series of gasped ‘fuck, fuck, fuck,” leave your mouth as you remember why you don’t do the cold. “Aww are you cold love?” Draco teasing with that charming smirk on his face. You nod back at him, wrapping yourself up in your arms to attempt to warm your body, “come here love.” You walk into his open arms, enjoying the few seconds of fleeting warmth he gives you before you feel the cold harsh breeze slipping through the back of your coat, and a handful of snow following it.

You gasp, jumping away from Draco as you shake in a poor attempt to rid your body of the cold wet substance that is trapped against your back, “Draco!”

Draco’s bent over with his hands on his knees, wheezing with laughter. Despite your annoyance you yourself have to bite your lip to stop yourself from giggling too, furrowing your brows and sticking your lip out slightly. You huff and turn your attention away from Draco, a sneaky hand movement hidden from his view making a small ball of snow magically form and hide it near your folded arms. “Aww Im sorry baby,” draco mumbles as he walks over to you, “I was just joking.”

You hide the smirk on your face as you turn into his loving embrace, wrapping your arms around him and just as he did to you, tossing a handful of snow down his shirt. He lets out the highest pitched squeal you’ve heard from him, and you’re in a fit of giggles as he too is left shaking his coat. He looks over at you with a challenging stare, and you just poke your tongue out at him through your giggles.

“Oh is that how it’s gonna be huh?” You barely have a chance to move before he’s dashing towards you, chasing you through the snow. In normal circumstances you may have had a chance, but with your heavily layered getup and the thick layer of snow covering the ground, you proved no match for Dracos long legs and he’s scooping you up from the ground. “In normal circumstances I’d be tickling you now, but this,” he says, playing with the button of your coat, “makes that damn impossible.”

“Oh what a shame,” you say, drawing out the syllables as you wiggle around in his grasp, “I’m heartbroken you can’t tickle me.”

“Ooooh,” Draco chides, “the sass is strong today I see.” You giggle lightly as he tightens his grasp on you pulling you in for a soft kiss.

A soft movement below your head, and the warm sunlight streaming in from somewhere to your left woke you from your peaceful slumber. Below you is the unmistakable feeling of Draco’s bed, Draco’s bod below you as his arms are wrapped lazily around you. You don’t remember coming up here last night, the end of your night a slight blur as conversations you were having with Draco drifted back into memory.

The hair around your forehead moves slightly as Draco softly pushes it out of your face. He threads a soft hand through it, and you lean further into his chest, feeling your cheeks warm up as he presses a soft kiss to your head.

“Good morning darling.”

You let out a grumble back, possibly a good morning back, possibly a sound of annoyance at having to wake up; you’re barely sure yourself in your half woken state.

“Did you have fun last night?”

You can hear the nerves creep into his voice, it shakes ever so slightly the way it does when he gets insecure. You wish you could take away his insecurities, but you know no matter how much you tell him you love him that voice will always be there. “Of course I did Draco, it was perfect,” you say back, sincere even in your sleepy state, willing to reassure him as much as he needs, “you’re perfect.”

Draco’s hand stops moving from where it was slightly threading through your hair, moving his hand down towards your chin in a silent question that you move your head up. You do as he wants, facing him and smiling softly at his bed head and red flushed face as you kiss him.

You snuggle back into his chest, “it’s cold, can we stay in bed today?”

“Of course darling.”

[jungshook69]

Cold heart

DISCLAIMER: This doesn’t represent the members’ actions or the army’s actions in any manner it’s pure fiction. This is an original work, do not copy.

WORD COUNT: 3.9K

PAIRING/S: Yoongi X female reader ; Hoseok X female reader

GENRE: Divorce au

WARNINGS: Mentions of cheating and divorce and angst.

SUMMARY: “He doesn’t love me anymore. I gave him my heart as a whole, only for him to break it in return. I never knew my life would turn out this way. I never knew he wouldn’t hesitate to do such a thing. But I was wrong. I knew I chose the wrong person, but it was too late.”

A/N: I was really happy seeing the love my first fanfic received. Honestly I didn’t expect more than one note on it, but was pleasantly surprised considering it’s my first time on here. Well hope you guys like it and it does well:) Also I’m sorry in advance if there’s any spelling errors:(

Y/N’s POV:

Another day, another dinner left cold. I gripped the plate on which the now cold steak lay and placed it in the fridge. I don’t know why I worked so hard to make it when I knew, he wouldn’t be home in time to enjoy it. I wrapped up my cold dinner, which I was planning to eat with him too, and placed it in the fridge. I walked over to the couch in the living room of the big empty house and sat by the fireplace waiting for my husband to return home. Before I knew it I was out like a light.

I woke up when I felt a cold shiver run down my spine as I felt goosebumps line the skin of my bare arms. The fire had died out and the lights were also out. I checked my phone to see the time, 2.00 AM. Was he not home yet? I walked up the stairs and saw Yoongi sleeping on the bed, still dawning his work attire. He must’ve been really tired.

I shuffled over and removed his socks and tie and watch. I’ve been his wife for 5 years now, stinky socks is something I’ve learned to deal with over time. I also sensed the reeking smell of alcohol from his breath. Must’ve gone to the bar with the guys from his office. At least he could’ve told me, then I wouldn’t have put so much effort into making him dinner. I unbuttoned his shirt, as I knew he liked to sleep comfortably. When I was folding his shirt and keeping his belongings away I noticed a bruise on his neck. I leaned over to take a closer look and realized what it was.

It was a hickey.

My eyes brimmed with tears as I held my breath to not make any noise. I entered the bathroom and sank to the floor, leaning against the door, burying my head in my knees. I knew this time would come at some point, I just didn’t expect it to be so soon.

Me and Yoongi met in university. He was my first love, and I really thought he would be my last. The last 5 years of marriage had been rough. I gave him all my love, but he was still cold and distant. Talking had reduced from chatting about literally everything to a simple “I’m going be late home from work” between us. I loved him unconditionally but I didn’t feel the same being returned.

Over the last year or so it had gotten worse. I once even found an earring in the back of his car, and he claimed that he had bought it as a present for me. He often came home smelling like women’s cologne but I didn’t question it. It wasn’t because I was naïve. It was because I loved him so much that I didn’t wanna let him go. But now my suspicions were confirmed.

I tried to desperately steady my breathing and stood up and looked in the mirror. I then reached over to the drawer and picked up the pregnancy test I has stashed away. I stared at the two lines etched onto it. I was going to break it to him tonight. He always used protection with me because he told me he didn’t want kids. But I guess that one night we had when he had launched himself at me after he came back drunk caused this. I didn’t care if it was an accident. Because I wanted a baby. I never really complained since he didn’t want one.

I was thinking about how to address the situation at hand. I needed to let him know. I decided that I would reveal everything to him at our anniversary dinner. And maybe question him about his hickey the same night too. I ended up sleeping in the guest room that night, because I didn’t wanna be anywhere near that lying man.

TIME SKIP: NEXT DAY

Yoongi had just left for work after eating only half of the eggs and sausages I had made him. I picked up my phone and called the one person in this world who cared about me, Yoongi’s friend, but who had grown closer to me now, Hoseok.

“Hey Y/N, good morning” his sweet voice greeted me.

“Hi Hobi” I replied.

“Wassup?”

“Ummm nothing… are you busy?”

“Actually no, I was just gonna head out and get some coffee”

“Oh perfect can you meet me at café xxx in 10 minutes, I wanna talk to you.”

“Sure… you okay?”

“yeah… I’ll see you there”

“Okay byee”

I grabbed my phone and straightened out my attire and headed out. I saw him waiting at a table and joined him there.

“Hi Y/N, what happened?” he asked immedietly.

“I’m pregnant.” I whispered.

“W-what?!” He said choking on his coffee.

“It’s true…”

“It’s Yoongi’s… right?”

“Yeah of course, who else’s would it be?”

“No it’s just, I thought you guys weren’t that close anymore…”

“Yeah but it happened…”

“You need to tell him Y/N I know he may seem cold, but maybe if you tell him— ”

“I think Yoongi’s cheating on me” 

“WHAT?!” He accidently yelled.

“Hobi shush people are staring” I whisper-yelled at him.

“Sorry, but seriously what?!”

“I think its been happening for a year, they were always subtle things but after seeing a hickey on his neck last night…”

“I’m so sorry Y/N” he said, his eyes softening.

“It’s not your fault is it? But I am gonna confront him tonight.”

“If you ever need anything Y/N I’m just a phone call away…”

“Thank you so much Hobi I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.”

“Anything for you Y/N” He mumbled into his coffee cup.

I sipped on my coffee dreading to talk to him tonight.

TIME SKIP: SAME NIGHT

I waited. And waited. Like I always do. My pregnancy test was in my pocket. Dinner was served out on plates and the candle had almost completely melted away as I waited for him to arrive.

1 hour, nothing.

2 hours, nothing.

But luckily, I heard the familiar jingling of keys and the door opened to reveal a disheveled Yoongi. He made his way to the table and sat down in front of his plate without saying a word. He stared down at his plate. He didn’t reek of alcohol, so that was a good sign.

I didn’t spring the whole “Why are you late?” thing on him. Instead I asked, “Tired?”

“…” No words escaped Yoongi’s mouth.

“Well do you remember what today is? It’s our 6th anniversary!”

He didn’t say a word instead he got up from the table leaving the food untouched and opened his bag. He fished out a folder and placed it in front of me.

I grew curious and opened it to find a document inside. My heart stopped. My breath became short but in fear of harming the second heart beating in my stomach I steadied my breath.

There laid out in front of me were… divorce papers.

“Listen Y/N…” Yoongi spoke up “I’ve fallen in love with someone else…”

My heart shattered into a million pieces. I couldn’t fathom the words this man was uttering.

“I’ve been seeing someone else… behind your back for a year now… An- And she’s pregnant, and I cant just leave her alone, it’s my baby, so I’ve decided to raise it with her…”

I couldn’t find my voice. My words were stuck at the back of my throat and I began choking on the tears I was holding back.

“Listen if you want I can give you some things like my car in the divorce to help you out till you find a job… but she needs to stay in this house with me so…”

I picked up the pen in a blind rage and signed the papers. I slammed the papers in his face and took my crying mess of a face upstairs. I dragged out the biggest bag I could find and stuffed everything I could fit in there. My hands wavered on the pendant he had given me. Without a second thought I stuffed it under all my clothes.

I then dragged my suitcase down the stairs to see his eyes widen as they followed my struggling form down the stairs. I met his eyes for a second, mine overflowing with water, pouring down my face, while his remained stone cold with a slight hint of guilt ridden in them.

“Y/N…” He started.

“Yoongi… I loved you with all my heart. All I did was g-give and all you did was take from me. You n-never returned those feelings. I trusted you and you b-broke me. If you would’ve told me a year earlier I would’ve saved you a whole year of pain of living with me, and p-pretending to love me. This is the last time you’ll be seeing us again Yoongi.”

Without another word I walked out of that house. The house I thought would be filled with our children running all over the place. He didn’t try to stop me and neither did I expect him to.

I didn’t have parents. I didn’t have siblings. I had only Yoongi. I picked up my phone to call the only name I could think of, Hoseok.

TIME SKIP: 1 HOUR LATER

Luckily Hobi had picked me up and brought me over to his place. I was now sitting on his bed leaned into his chest as he snuggled me up in a blanket. A warm mug of hot chocolate provided heat to my shivering fingers.

“So you never got to tell him...” he said softly.

“I couldn’t Hobi, knowing that he’d fallen out of love with me, I couldn’t possibly lay this burden on him”

“Well he should’ve thought about it before sticking his— ”

“Hobi!”

“Sorry… it’s just… it’s his kid! And you’re gonna raise it alone?”

“Yes… I don’t have a choice”

“Listen, Y/N you’re one of my closest friends, and I know I’ve confessed to you before and you said no because you were loyal to Yoongi…” he said scratching the back of his neck nervously “but if it’s not too early to ask… I’d like to help you raise the baby…”

“W-what?” I said, utterly taken back.

“Yeah…”

“But why would you want to? I’m no better! I’m a burden! Why would you wanna help someone who rejected your kind heart just to stay loyal to her cheater of a husband, raise a baby that’s not even yours!”

“Because love is patient Y/N… I told you no matter what happened, even if you did reject my proposal, I would always wait for you… and no I’m not forcing you to love me back immediately… but I truly do want to help you raise this baby…”

“What did I do to deserve you?” I cried out as I engulfed him in a strong hug. He rested his chin on my head as he held me close to the warmth of his chest.

TIME SKIP: 6 YEARS LATER

I looked at the beautiful gold ring laying on my finger as I felt a smile creep onto my face. I heard a familiar giggle sweep through the air as I shifted my gaze up to see Hobi push Yoonji on the swings, a wide grin framing her beautiful face.

Every time I looked at her gummy smile, it reminded me of a certain someone, a certain someone who I had not seen for the last 6 years. My thoughts were interrupted when I heard Yoonji’s loud squeal, “Mommy! Mommy!”

I held my arms out as she ran into my embrace and I sat her down on my lap. Hobi joined us and took a seat next to me on the park bench and laid his hand around my shoulders. I smiled at Hobi. I was so grateful he came into my life.

We then headed over to our apartment after Yoonji was done playing for the day. I held one of her hands while her other hand was held by Hobi. We lifted her off the ground as she soared high up before jumping back down. Her giggles filled the air around us. Everything was perfect. Too perfect.

As soon as we reached home I put Yoonji down to bed because she was tired from running around in the playground all day. I was in the kitchen when I felt a pair of arms snake around my waist. I felt a soft kiss on my neck. I turned around and gave Hobi a peck on the lips.

“Babe…” he started.

“Yeah?”

“Are you sure you want to rent this place?”

“Yeah I’m sure…”

We were currently living in a cramped small apartment. But over the last 2 years me and Hobi have been working really hard and we had finally saved up enough money to buy a bigger house.

“Well I wanted to remind you that the new family is going to come over tomorrow morning to see the place”

“Oh right! Thanks for reminding me honey”

“We’re going to buy our first house together…” he said leaning against the kitchen counter, a smile spreading across his face.

“Baby…” I said turning towards him.

“Yeah?”

“I want to… I want to start a family… with you…”

“We already are a family…”

“No I mean… I want to start… trying…” I said a blood rushing to my cheeks.

Hobi had talked to me about kids. He wanted to have a baby of his own. Not that he didn’t love Yoonji. He loved her with all his heart. But he loved me and wanted to expand our family and bring a child of his own into our little family. But I wasn’t ready just yet. Although he remained patient and didn’t bring up the topic ever since.

“W-with me? You want to?” He said his eyes wide.

“Yes” I said looking down at my feet.

“I love you so much Y/N!” He said picking me up off my feet as he twirled me around and planted a kiss on my lips.

“I love you too Hobi”

“Let’s get ready for dinner! Then it’s baby-making time!”

“Yaaahhh!” I said flustered as he left to wake up Yuna for dinner. After dinner we went to sleep early as we were all exhausted and I awaited the next day.

TIME SKIP: NEXT MORNING

Yoonji was still asleep as it was pretty early. I got dressed in some jeans and a sweater and me and Hobi waited for the family to arrive.

“I really hope they accept the offer” I said anxiously rubbing my palms against my thighs.

DING DONG

We walked to the door and I was greeted by a pretty woman with hazel brown hair. She was dressed in a coat and a knee length dress and pointy heels and pearls adorned her pale neck. She held onto a smaller individual’s hand who hid behind the woman’s legs.

I felt a bit under dressed but didn’t think much of it. I bent down to the kids level and said, “Heyy I’m Y/N what’s your name?”

I watched as the little boy uncovered his face and looked at me with his beautiful brown eyes. The woman, who I presumed was his mother spoke up, “His name is Minho”.

“Well hi Minho” I said holding out my hand. I felt his tiny hand cup two of my fingers as he shook my hand.

“Hi” he spoke up in a tiny voice.

“Cute” I said standing back up.

I soon led Minho to Yoonji’s room as she had awoken, and had laid out a few toys for them to entertain themselves with.

I slightly closed the door to Yoonji’s room leaving it partially ajar so as to not disturb them. After we had provided the lady with some coffee I asked, “So… just the two of you?”

“Actually my husband is going to be 10 minutes late… he’s running late from work… I think he’ll be here any minute now…”

“Oh okay…”

As Hobi began talking to her about the square footage of the house I heard the doorbell ring.

“That must be him” the woman said.

“I’ll get it” I said making my way to the door simultaneously drinking my coffee.

I opened the door to meet an all-too-familiar face. I froze as I lost the grip on my coffee cup. It shattered to the ground. Hobi became alarmed and ran to help me but froze too when he saw the woman’s husband standing in the doorway mouth agape.

Yoongi.

After we had all comeback to our senses Hobi had seated everyone in the living room. I had excused myself to the bathroom. I couldn’t hold in the few tears that traced my cheeks now. But I gathered myself together and wiped my puffy eyes as I made my way outside. Hobi was only talking to the woman who I think was oblivious of who we really were about the price of the apartment. After an uncomfortable amount of silence the woman brought Minho out and was ready to leave. The whole time I could feel Yoongi’s gaze burn a literal hole in me.

“Baby, should we leave?” she said addressing Yoongi.

“Umm… gimme a second I want to talk to Mr. Jung here about something for a second. Take Minho and the car home, I’ll come over later by a cab.”

“But—”

“It’s okay go” he said nodding.

Without another word she left with her son. Then Yoongi finally spoke up “Hi Y/N, long time no see”

“Hello Yoongi”

“Hey Hoseok”

“Hey” he said, a slight bitter undertone to his voice.

“So Y/N… how are you?” he nervously began.

“Why’re you here?” I said finally snapping, my voice breaking as I tried to hold in my tears.

“I just wanted to ask how you’re doing…”

“You didn’t seem to care when you left her alone without anything 6 years ago…” Hobi mumbled.

“Excuse me?” Yoongi said side-eyeing him.

“You heard me”

“For your information I was talking to Y/N”

“Well she’s not comfortable, so get out” Hobi defended.

“Who do you think you are to tell me that?”

“Get out!”

“Make me” he said grabbing Hobi’s collar without hesitation.

“Stop it! Leave him alone Yoongi!” I said screaming, tears pouring down my cheeks “Don’t talk to my husband that way!”

“Your husband?” he said loosening his grip on Hobi’s collar.

“Mommy?” a soft voice broke the tension in the room.

“Yoonji please go back inside, mommy and daddy are just talking to a friend okay?”

“Okay…” she said walking back inside her room.

“A kid too?! Wow you couldn’t keep in your pants could you Hoseok!” Yoongi snarled.

That’s when I lost it. I slapped him.

“For your information Yoongi, Hoseok has been nothing but a literal angel to me! Get that through your little pea-sized brain! He helped me when I was broken, he took care of me when you left my broken self alone!” I said heaving “And guess what?!”

“No Y/N don’t…” Hobi softly whispered.

“SHE’S YOUR BABY!” I yelled out to his face.

“W-what?” he said his eyes wide “Y-your lying!”

“Why would I lie about something like this? Yes Yoongi I was pregnant. Remember the day of our anniversary dinner? When you threw the divorce papers in my face? I was going to tell you that night!”

“Well why didn’t you?”

“What would you have done if I did tell you huh? I knew you wouldn’t love me like you loved your now wife. I’d rather raise my child alone, than with someone who doesn’t love her.”

“Y/N…” he tried to speak up.

“D-don’t… just don’t Yoongi, I have a happy family now… please leave…”

A heavy guilt settled in his heart as he spoke up “Can I at least see her?”

I looked at Hobi and he gave me a small nod.

“Yoonji, come out sweetheart…”

She walked out and Yoongi dropped to his knees. For the first time, his eyes looked broken from the inside.

“Meet mommy’s friend…”

Yoonji walked over and said “Hi, I’m Yoonji” and held out her hand. Yoongi took her hand is his and squeezed tightly. I could see his eyes moisten up “Hi Yoonji, you’re very beautiful… just like you’re mother…”

“Yoonji please go back inside dear…” I said.

“You should leave now” I said addressing Yoongi.

“Can we talk?… please…” he said with pleading eyes.

I looked at Hobi and he led Yoonji by the shoulders to her bedroom after giving me a slight nod.

“I’ll walk you downstairs.”

With that we left the apartment. We seated ourselves down on the steps leading to the apartment building.

“I really hurt you didn’t I?” he spoke up breaking the silence.

“Stating the obvious… but yes you did.”

“I promise if I’d known, I would never have left you… like I did”

“I understand, it’s not your fault… you fell out of love with me, I wasn’t enough…”

“No Y/N you were always enough, it was my fault, and… I’m sorry…” he said sighing.

After a minute of silence he spoke again, “So Yoonji huh? Is it because…?”

“Yes Yoonji – Yoongi your right. That’s why I named her that. Every time I look at her, I see a reflection of you smiling back at me…”

“I’m sorry, I truly am” he said breathlessly. “I forgive you” I said a small smile forming on my lips. What’s the point in holding an endless grudge? I was in a good place in my life so why not forgive the sins of the past?

I felt his hand land on my thigh as he turned to look at me. I turned my gaze and looked him in the eyes. For once I saw warmth and compassion behind them. He leaned in, our faces dangerously close. I felt his warm breath fan my lips as I felt him slowly closing the space between us.

I placed a finger on his soft lips, stopping him inches away from meeting mine. “I love Hoseok, and I know you love your wife… this is wrong…”

“I-I’m sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking” he said rubbing the back of his neck. “Oh well my cab’s here… I’ll see you around Y/N”

“Yoongi wait” I called out and I reached down to my neck and unhooked the necklace hanging off of it. It was the charm Yoongi had given to me back in university, when he had first asked me out.

I placed the necklace in his palm and closed his fist with my fingers curling over his.

“Bye Yoongi" I said.

“Bye Y/N" Before I could react he planted a small peck on my forehead and ran over and hopped into his taxi. Without another word, I watched the taxi drive away.

I stood there alone on the street thinking about my life as the cool breeze flew by. I could’ve given up pretty easily 6 years ago when Yoongi left me. I could’ve given up on life. But thankfully I had my special someone who brought me out of my dark thoughts and had helped me believe that I could still live a better life ahead of me. Just because Yoongi was my first love, my heart had forced itself to ignore all the flaws in the relationship. And look at me now, I had a beautiful family with Yoonji and Hobi awaiting me upstairs in my apartment.

Always remember, your first love isn’t always your last. Life isn’t a fairytale. Destiny can be cruel. But it’s your job to pull through and make it count. To never give up. Anything is possible, if you’re with the right people.

*A/N: I hope you guys liked it:) Smile for me:)*

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lost trust: d.d

trying not to sound like a broken record when I say I’m working through requests currently, but it’s true! please note I am currently not taking any new requests as I am catching up on everything else. hope you enjoy :) 

brief summary: rumours begin to spread that your boyfriend, David has been caught cheating on you

* masterlistin’ / masterlistin’ 2.0

(everything on my blog is my own writing. if it is shared on another page or website know it hasn’t been approved me unless specified. all rights reserved. - i have to start doing this as I had some shit on my other blog with plagiarism)

“David?” I call out as I close the front door, waiting for a response. Silence follows through and I take off my jacket, watching the creases form as it hangs on the rail. “Anyone?” Yelling now I await someone to make a sound, maybe Carly came over as she does now and then since I gave her my emergency key. 

Heading into the kitchen I put the kettle on, listening to it rumble with life as I walk out towards the living room. Everything is just as it was left this morning, nothing has been misplaced or touched which is unusual. 

I’m so used to coming in seeing the cushions being moved to one end so David can lean on them to edit, or cups being left out or snacks. But it’s spotless, too spotless for my liking. 

As I go back to make a drink my phone pings, and I see a few messages from fans on Twitter. Usually, I try to respond to them the best I can, but since me and David got together a year ago it got too hectic to answer every single fan. Then the group chats started and I was added to those. Eventually, I just had to mute them all. 

Well, all except one. It’s a group of girls who really support each other, share life advice and ask me like I’m just another one of them. I’m not indifferent to them, and it feels normal to chat with them. 

Opening the chat I see a series of messages saying the same thing. A few words stand out as they all repeat it back and forth, tagging me in these messages with urgency. 

‘fuck david has been seen with another girl���  ‘david cheated on her? no dont say that’ ‘hes holding her hand girl I cant say its harmless you know’ ‘does Y/n know?’ ‘shes bound to find out, I mean just look at these pictures....’

I try to find some sense in these messages as my heart beat increases, my fingertips shake as I scroll down and see a few pictures. He’s with someone else, they’re in a cafe I’ve always wanted to go to with him. I can see in these pictures he’s laughing, smiling and holding her hand across the table. She’s pretty, hell she’s beautiful. 

My phone slips out of my fingertips and hits the laminate flooring. I leave it there as I look straight ahead at our dining table, a place where we sit and eat together, where we talk about our future together. Together. 

I remain silent, still. It was something I had never anticipated hearing, it was one of those things I heard about other people but never contemplated being in their shoes. It happened to my friend back home. I was there for her during her heartache, through all the tears and anger. But not once could I imagine being in her shoes, feel her rage or how her heart was falling apart just like that. 

But here I am, looking at a series of photos of my boyfriend, someone I’ve dedicated the best part of the past two years to. One year working on our friendship as it blossomed into the second year of an actual relationship. And now, it’s all gone over a series of photos showing me evidence I never wanted to see. 

*

Sitting on the sofa I look directly at the TV as a show plays. I can’t tell what it is, my mind has shut down so all I can see is peoples faces as I remain unable to take in who they are, what show this is or why I’m even watching this. 

Behind me I hear the door unlock, my ears perk up to the sound and I take a deep breath. “Y/n? You home?” He calls out, he sounds too sweet. So unknown to my knowledge of this all. I don’t dare move, I continue to stare at the TV in the darkness, the screen illuminating my dead expression. “Why is there a suitcase packed in the hal-”

Before he can finish he must see me, sitting still, ignoring him entirely. 

I’m not sure how to react. I’ve had hours now to think this through, but the only logical thing I could think of is to pack a bag of his things. Let him have something to take and then come back for the rest when I’m not home. It would be civil, I wouldn’t get angry. I would let him walk out and never come back.

“It’s yours. I packed it for you, save you staying any longer since you clearly have other places to be.” I state bitterly, not turning to acknowledge him in the slightest.  

His footsteps move with eagerness as he blocks the view of the TV from me. Instead, it glows around him like he is some angel, how ironic. “What’d you mean? What’s going on?” He asks with too much confusion, he never was the best actor. 

I sigh loudly. “I know what you’ve done David. I’ve seen the pictures of you and that girl.” I stand up and begin to walk away before the tears build in my eyes and anger rises through me. 

Before I move too far his hand grabs a hold of mine, turning me to face him. His face comes closer to mine, his arm resting on mine lightly. I try to avoid his face as I know it’ll melt me, I’ll forgive him too easily. “Y/n, I have no idea what you mean.” 

Pulling my arm away I feel the anger pulsing, I grab a hold of my phone from the kitchen and throw my phone to him. I head up the stairs and slam our bedroom door, sitting in front of it so he cannot come in. “Y/n?!” He yells as he marches up the stairs. 

I can hear him breathing heavily outside of the door, and then him slide down. 

He’s resting against it, the thin wooden planks of wood keeping us seperated. Probably for the best at this rate, I can barely look at him. 

My knees are buried into my chest as I try to control my emotions, hide the pain into anger. “How can you explain that, David? Who is she?!” I call out, sarcasm dripping off of my tongue.

“She’s no one. I knew her back from Vine. We, we met for a drink and she tried to make a move.” He began and I kept my guard up, I could see myself opening the door and seeing him apologise, but I shut that thought out as my back remains against it. “What you can see is me trying to gently turn her down, tell her how much I love you. This was way back when we first started dating, baby. I was with Jason all day. He can verify this.” 

I rest my head against the door as the tears fall down my face. “I, I don’t know David. It all seemed so real, the look you gave her. Do you have any idea how much this hurt me?” I cry out and I hear him rise to his feet. 

“Y/n, please open the door.” He calls out softly. “Just let me hold you, I cannot fathom how much I love you, how much I care about you. There is no one else I’d rather be with. No one can take your place, ever.” Slowly I rise to my feet weakly and reach down for the doorknob. “Just let me in, give me a chance to just show you, just trust me, please.” 

Opening the door hesitantly I see his face in the slither of light coming from our window. His face is damp like mine, and he half smiles when he sees me. 

His arms are instantly around me, engulfing me tightly. “I’m never letting go Y/n. Not for anyone or anything.” He kisses my neck lightly. “I promise.” 

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For the DADWC: "things you said when you were scared," with the pairing of your choice!

Here is a bit of Sollavellan for you, I had this in the works, and it was going to start out cute but then took a dive for the angst.

CC: @dadrunkwriting

Skyhold, an abandoned fortress, if it were not for the unwashed masses of the Inquisition. It was the first time in days they would sleep soundly and peacefully.  Slowly, the door from her quarters was pushed open. Sliding past it Fen’aslan eased out into the shambled halls, broken timbers, and crumbled masonry. Despite the light chainmail and leather tunic she wore, her steps were almost soundless.

One thing weighed heavily on her mind. It was something only Cullen, Josephine, and Leliana had been let in on. Looking up at the balcony she felt her eyes water, she had made Dorian swear to never reveal what they saw to the others.  

The red future is what they called it. Her eyes stung as tears slipped down staining her cheeks.  It had been more than that; there had been no future.

Her steps fumbled along disturbing the silence, kicking chunks of masonry, and bits of timbers. Fen’aslan barely caught the glow being emitted from the cracks under the door.  At that moment, her breath caught,  she was back there.

There where the world burned and lyrium sang darkly to her.  Demons bursting forth, all that kept her and Dorian safe had been a barrier, one of Solas’.  Panic had frozen her when the doors were thrown open.

Sorrow overwhelmed her and she sank down on a pile of rubble. It was the nightmare that kept her awake at night, Solas dying and she could do nothing but watch. A sob tore at her throat like angry claws. She was trying to be quiet. All she wanted was to sneak away and paint, try to get to where she could get everything out.

“Lethallan?”  She barely looked up, when had the door to the rotunda opened.  Fen’aslan could barely make out his surprise, the way his brows drew together, his lips pulled into a frown. She tried to find words to explain, to put her mask back into place.

Tears still fell, and she couldn’t meet his eyes. It hurt too much, and the icy hands of despair sank in deep. Her tears fell onto the rubble.  His steps were quiet as he made his way up to her. Her brows knitted, he was alive, splatted in splashes of color clinging to a dusky mud. What had he been doing?

“Lethallan, come with me please?” His hand reached out for her’s and there was a hint of a smile like he was planning something. She was unguarded, there was no chance of her even wanting to say no. Taking his hand, she carefully stood up. “Why are you up and about so late?”

She canted her head at his question worrying her lip for a moment.

“I couldn’t sleep, I was going to paint some of the columns in the garden.” she offered, her voice barely above a whisper, scratching at her throat from her crying. They were walking toward the Rotunda, and he let go of her hand giving a hint of a smirk.

“Just a moment Lethallan, I need to grab some items, then we can go somewhere more exciting.” he left her at the doorway while he dived back behind the door. Just as quickly as he had disappeared, he was back at her side with a bucket that had a thick cloth over it. Her brow knitted as he offered his hand to her.

“Would you like to learn a different medium?” She blinked at the offer, a different medium for painting. She licked her lips and gave a bit of a nod.

“I could use something to occupy my mind lethallin.” she gave a slight smile, not forced just timid. They left the main hall, they were going up to her quarters, that were too large. Solas dropped her hand seeming to look around.

“How long have you been having trouble sleeping?” she glanced at him as he touched the walls almost like he was greeting an old friend. Sighing she put her bag on the couch.

“Since Redcliffe.” she offered quietly pulling out a thin book full of blank vellum. “Well, the second time, when we captured Alexius.” She carried the book over to her nightstand setting it down.

“That is quite the time Fen’aslan.” he offered. His eyes weren’t judgemental, just concerned.

“Now this will require that indomitable focus of yours.” he teased, and she giggled, shaking her head.

“Tonight we will lay the first layer. It doesn’t have to be perfect, the idea is to lay it down, leave it coarse for the next layer.” She raised her eyebrow as he uncovered the bucket and it was a wet almost ashen looking mud.

“What exactly are you teaching me Solas?” she was curious; strolling over to him, balanced carefully on her toes, almost dancing… Standing behind him, his chuckle was warm, it melted the pit of ice that had slowly formed in her since Redcliffe.

“The medium is called Fresco, the style I am going to teach you,” he paused, smiling at her for just a moment. “dates to just before Arlathan’s fall.” pulling out a trowel he offered it to her. She stepped up in front of him, taking it.  She listened to him as he told her more about it. His hand wrapped around hers;  they were rough, but gentle and warm, his hands always seemed warmer than hers.

Each sweep of the trowel, a little more plaster over the wall. Eventually, it was gone, she and Solas were inside the chantry. She followed him, curious where this was going, how they were in the chantry in Haven.

“I watched over you while you slept, studying the mark. I ran every test, searched the fade.” he bowed his head for a moment before continuing. “Cassandra suspected I was assisting you in hiding the origin of the mark and threatened to have me executed if I did not produce her desired results.” There was just the barest hint of a smirk, he seemed more open.

“That is just how Cassandra tells you she cares.” she offered with a light-hearted smile. Solas gave a warm chuckle and nodded as they left the chantry.

“Yes, you were never going to wake. You were fading by the minute. A mortal sent physically through the Fade, it was too much on you.” He spun around as they stopped at the stairs. “As much as I wished to help, I had no faith in Cassandra, and she didn’t have faith in me. I was ready to flee.” She stepped towards him curiously.

“Where would you have gone, the breach threatened the world?” There was no place that was safe for long.  He gave a nod his eyes focused intently on her.

“Someplace far away, where I could research in peace before the effects reached me.” There it was, a smirk that weakened her knees, how was he so sure of himself?   “I never said it was a good plan.” This was a side she had never seen before

“I told myself one last attempt. No ordinary magic would affect them.” he sighed, holding his hand to the breach. “I resigned myself to flee, and then…” everything around her changed and she could see Solas pressing her marked hand to the rift. “It seems you hold the key to healing the veil. You had sealed it with a gesture…”He paused licking his lips. “I felt the whole world change.” She took a step closer resting a hand on her hip.

“Felt the whole world change?” she tilted her head, copper curls falling into her opaline eyes as he smiled, cocking his head towards her.

“A figure of speech.” he offered. There was no way to describe the warmth in his eyes, they sent a jolt of desire through her, kindling her own passions something she hoped he was feeling.

“I am aware, I am more interested in felt.” she offered as she closed the distance, they weren’t touching but she wanted to… she wanted to kiss him.

“You change…everything.” his voice had gotten rougher, full of emotion.  It was impulsive but she quickly stepped forward, turning his head to steal a kiss.

The dread wolf could take her.

Life was too short to not risk this one thing. As she pulled back he followed her pulling her forward, she straddled his thigh as he kissed her, instead of her quick kiss, this was heated, he leaned her back pressing his leg up; she moaned silently into the kiss. As they parted, she held onto him, smiling as he shook his head leaning down to give her another kiss. It was quick and heated.

“We shouldn’t.” he slowly pulled away from her reluctantly out of breath. “It isn’t right, not even here.” his smile was cocky a bit smug, wait what did he know. Her heart racing Fen’aslan looked around…

“What do you mean “not even here”?” she asked him raising a brow as he smiled with a little head shake.

“Where’d you think we were?” he asked and just then the barest shimmer in the fade, something was shifting, or maybe she was shifting it.

“This isn’t real.” She could see it now the pieces of memories making up the dream around them, and the careful snowflakes that danced between them.

“That is a matter of debate…” he paused with a mischevious grin shrugging his shoulders. “Probably best discussed after you wake up.” Those eyes had teased her.

With no ability to react she jolted upright in her bed flushed her chainmail clinging to her, but next to her bed the drying first layer of plaster….

“Oh dread wolf just take me already.” she groaned. On her nightstand, her sketchbook was open to a small wolf huddled up against the statue of a large wolf. It was not one of her sketches. There was a small note at the corner.

Fen’aslan, I can not fathom what you saw in the alternate timeline,  Arasha, know you do not have to bare all of this alone.

Solas

Smiling she rubbed her eyes biting her lip looking over at the plaster before laying back down.  He wanted a discussion… she hummed to herself.

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An Open Book (Thommy Fanfic) Chapter 8

AN: I'm not at all sure about this chapter but let me know what you think! The Duke is getting worse and Jimmy can't stand by for another second. Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 9, A03.

It was a shame, Jimmy thought, that Thomas was gay. Not in the way that you might assume, Jimmy merely thought that Thomas would make a woman exceedingly happy, he was strong…he was highly intelligent, selfless beyond reason and Jimmy was no longer afraid to admit he was uncommonly beautiful for a man. He could help but think if Thomas liked girls…if hadn’t fallen for Jimmy, he could have had such a nice life. But as Thomas told him repeatedly, he shouldn’t dwell on the things he couldn’t change. And honestly, he didn’t want Thomas to change.  Looking at him now, so serene with Jimmy around him…dark lashes resting on his cheekbones and lips full and puckered…Jimmy couldn’t bear to think back to the days where he had thought him so wretched. He pushed his night shirt up over his hip, and very gently let his fingers brush over the abused skin. So very gently, leaning up on his elbow, as if he was trying wash away the horrendous events of the night before…banish it from the elder’s memories.

Thomas must have realised it while he came to because he smiled down at him, full of tenderness. “Almost like they never happened…” he whispered. Jimmy looked up at him. “Hello.” “Hello sweet boy.” Jimmy smiled. “We have while yet. It’s early…” “Mm…” Jimmy leant down and kissed him, slow and steady and moved back just an inch. “It’s weird…”he murmured. “How things work out…” “How do you mean?” “Five or so days ago if you’d ask me if I’d ever fall in love with a man…I’d have grabbed yer by your neck and given you a good beating. If it wasn’t for that prick upstairs you’d have been waiting months…years even for me to admit it.” “Well…at least he’s of some use to us then.” “I’ll get you out of this I’ll…I’ll think of something.” Thomas grimaced…it wasn’t about to happen, his grand escape from the Duke’s clutches. But he would humour Jimmy for a second. “Think away sweetheart.” / Jimmy was pouring over it all day and this time he was the distracted one. Thomas kept having to coax him out of his reveries. “You think too much, it’s always been your problem.” “The downfalls of being a writer I suppose.” “Hm.” His eyes wandered over to the piano. “Wish I could play that like you…” Jimmy followed his line of vision. “I wouldn’t call me a pro…I only know a couple of tunes.” He swivelled back to him, considering his face. “I could teach you some… if you like? I reckon we have time to teach you the first part of Fur Elsie.” “Yeah?” Thomas smiled and stubbed out his cigarette. “Alright…show me what you can.” / Twenty minutes later Jimmy had him playing the whole first section almost perfectly, with the exception of a few clunky notes. “I knew you’d be a natural.” Jimmy smirked. “You got the steady hands of an artist…long fingers too.” Thomas smirked as Jimmy held out his hand, next to his to compare. “So I do.” Their eyes met just as the bell rang for the Duke’s room. They both closed those eyes momentarily. “I’ll see you at dinner service.” Thomas murmured standing up and straightening himself out. “Thomas…” The underbulter looked down at the pain written through every line of Jimmy’s face. “I’ll be okay…” he promised. And Jimmy had to turn away and let him go. / Thomas wasn’t in the room for a moment before he was being shoved against the door and his mouth being invaded. He made a noise of protest as he was dragged over to the bed and pinned down. “Mm hello my sweet.” Thomas just stared at him expressionless as he took his belt from the floor, expecting it to come down on him. But instead his hands were tied, at a quickness of pace that Thomas could barely fathom. He struggled against it but the Duke brought his hand down and Thomas took a slap to his face. “Behave.” Thomas just fell back to sheets and lay stoic.  “Fine..do what you wish.” “Hmmm, there’s my good boy.” He yanked down the younger’s trousers and underwear and ordered him onto his front as he retrieved his walking cane, unbeknownst to Thomas. / “Christ Thomas what has he done…” Jimmy gasped and Thomas made his way down the stairs, doubled over and clutching his side. “It doesn’t matter…” “How can you say that. C’mon we have a few minutes before the gong.” He led Thomas back up to his room, supporting him half way up the stairs and when he could no longer walk and practically dragged him the rest of the way. “’Ere we are… sit down…” Thomas collapsed onto the mattress with a squeak, leant back against the pillows, face ghostly and pale, his body ridged with agony. “Undo the vest and lift yer shirt…” Thomas cracked open his eyes and fixed Jimmy with a pained gaze, but Jimmy stood his ground. Painful or not…the injuries needed tending to “If you don’t, I will…” So Thomas did. He slowly and tentatively loosened the brass buttons and let the waistcoat fall open. He then untucked his dress shirt and pulled it up over his ribs, revealing the mess underneath with shame lain in every ounce of his silhouette. Jimmy had to collect himself after a moment of staring at the injuries in horror, the large bruising marks and the swelling cuts over his ribs. He floated forward and kneeled on the floor next to the bed, finger tips barley touching it and still causing Thomas to gasp out. “Thomas… Maybe I should be the one to dress him tomorrow.” “No…” “Thomas your body…your mind even…” “No. I- I won’t let you. That’s f-final. Besides at least one of us should bd unharmed…to help the other, I cant look after you in a state like this.” Jimmy shook his head his voice cracking as he asked what he could do to help. Thomas told him of the salve instead. But even the salve didn’t stop Thomas from all the pain in his ribs…Jimmy was sure he had a rib broken and so dinner was barrage of haughty comments from the Dowager yet again. “Dear Lord, he’s at it again. It’s like an underground rave.” “Are you sure you’re okay Barrow?” Robert spoke up over his mother. “I’m fine M’lord…” he said tightly. “The…injury from the other day is just…playing up is all.” “Oh! So you aren’t descended from the rabbit with a lame leg…well now we know.” Lord Grantham straightened up. “Mother please…” she made a face  as she lifted her glass. “Take the morning off Thomas…and I suppose you too James as he is struggling to move. Take him down to the doctor and get yourself checked out Barrow.” Thomas nodded as did Jimmy. “Thank you M’lord.” “Very good M’lord.” Philip snickered into his champagne. / I’ll cover you my angel, steady that shaky step, cloak you in warmth and with every agony soaked breath, sooth the lines forming on your brow. And for now… my angel, I will shield you in dead of the night, protect your person from the chilly bite of a bitter winter come to suck the soul from your figure with a mouth to mouth kiss of death.  Oh don’t you see… not matter the extent or depth of your wounds… you shall always be beautiful to me. My poor sweet thing. / “Shit! Ah…ouch.” “I know, I know, sorry…” Jimmy murmured as he wrapped the bandage tight around his bare torso.  “Mm there we go… that should tide you over till mornin’” he tied the bandage in a little bow . “Thank you…” Thomas breathed reaching for his shirt. “No…” Jimmy blushed. “K-keep it off.” Thomas nodded. “Oh, okay…” then he laughed trying to lighten mood. “But…if you’re planning to do what we did last night…it’s not gonna help create the mood.” Jimmy stayed kneeled between his knees and turned his eye up toward him. He kept his gaze on Thomas even when he pulled his night shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor beside him. Thomas blinked hastily, his eyes shyly roaming Jimmy’s form. The last time he had seen Jimmy like this had been by chance in the first week he was at Downton. He was still as stunning as the day he arrived. He opened his mouth to say something but Jimmy had cupped his cheeks and brought their lips together, so very soothing and devoted it killed any words beginning to form. After a while he pulled back and let is hand rest in awe on is bare chest. “I don’t suppose the Duke ever payed much mind to bringing you off too?” The older man shook his head heart aflutter. “Not that he could even if he did his best.” Jimmy nodded intently and pulled back the covers from over Thomas’s lap. His hand slid down to the hem of his pyjama pants. “Mm…I’m not like him am I though?” his fingertips slid just barley under the waistband and Thomas shivered, goose bumps wracking him from head to toe. “Never.” “Never…” Jimmy repeated and slipped his hand under, letting out a soft noise when his hand met the other man’s cock. Thomas bucked and immediately regretted it as pain shot through him. He hissed and Jimmy carefully put a palm on his abdomen to push him down. “Shh stay still will yer? And just…relax…” Thomas nodded, eyes hooded and he gazed up at him.  The footman’s hand circled his cock a he freed it from the confines of his pants. For a moment, Jimmy just stared at it. Thomas in his hand like that. It was undeniably erotic but the long look had Thomas shifting uncomfortably. “Are-are you okay.” He asked and Jimmy let his thumb caress the tip. “Hnn, shit…” “I’m just fine…” he smirked. Thomas burst into giggles, eyes bright with joy and hands coming up, covering his face. “You cheeky little…aa-aah!” he whined. “Shh…” Jimmy kissed him quiet as his hand moved up and down over his length. Thomas panted against his lips, sweat breaking out over his furrowed brow as that hand quickened. “Oh Jimmy… fuck!” he whimpered. Precum came, slicking him and Jimmy’s hand glided. Up and down, harder, quicker…then he’d slow again and Thomas would cover his face and tremble. “No… show me yer face.” Jimmy brushed his hands away almost as desperate as the other man was. “You’re so handsome Thomas… let me see it.” He reached up, burying his hands in his hair and kissed Jimmy, muffling his high keen as he came over his fist in thick ropes. And god Jimmy never saw anything more incredible. Him rising from the bed numb from the pain and illuminated like a star. His dissolved into the bed as Jimmy let him go, examining his covered hand inquisitively. “Hmm are you okay. Did I hurt you Thomas? Was it okay?” he used his spare hand to stroke his lover’s cheek. Thomas laughed soft and breathless. “Oh, my sweet boy…I think you have the evidence all over your hand…there’s a flannel in the drawer if you…” Jimmy nodded and reached over to the drawer, pulling it open and using the flannel to wipe off his hand, until suddenly he felt a hand on his crotch. He blinked. “What…what’re you…no, Thomas you don’t have to that.” He stopped his hand and tangled their fingers. “But…” “Not tonight…tonight aint about me. It’s been about me for ages. From now until the end of the week it’s be about you, yeah? And after that we’re in equal share…we’re equal in this.” Thomas was a little teary eyed, but he closed his eyes before they spilled and took a deep shaky breath to calm himself. “Yeah that’s…okay.” Jimmy nodded, pleased and patted his cheek. “Now move yer arse up a bit will yer? I’m freezing me bits off. ” / Edith hummed the receiver pressed to her ear. “Yes…well I thought that could be a problem too. But maybe they won’t be so disappointed if… Oh…no that’s alright I can tell them. Yes Barrow and Kent. Thank you so much for your time. You’ve been so kind. Yes…yes. Goodbye then.” / “Mrs Hughes?” “Good god you’re up early James…what do I owe this pleasure.” “Something is troubling me.” He wrung his hands together. “And I think you are the only one who will help.” He took a deep breath. “It’s about Thomas…”

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That night

I wanna go back to that night...

That first night... 5 years ago.

When you were fast asleep on Jessica's couch.

So peaceful... And snoring so softly.

I want to go back down those stairs and come curl up with you. ( that night I knew I'd find comfort and safty there... Why didnt I go? I didnt want to be slutty)

I wanna know how it feels to sleep next to you. ( I've dreamed of it for so long)

Start there and never leave you.

I want to go back to that night. So damn bad. Please let me go back.

I knew that night that there was something different about you, and that I liked you.

I wanna start back there.

I wanna go back to us, sitting on the stairs... And enjoying Each others company. That moment i realized what a real couple felt like. Laughing and enjoying eachothers company.

I want to go back to new years ... To kiss you. ... For the first time and know right then that I could love you as much as I love you now.

I love you.

Mikey... I love you.

Ive never loved a man so much, and fully trusted a man... With as much trust as I do now. ( I trust you so much it truely scares me)

You've changed me. You've opened my eyes to something so beautiful... That now I feel blind without you.

I need you. More then I have ever needed anyone.

I need to fall asleep and wake up next to you every day.

Thats what my life looks like. Its me and you together. Living everyday lives... And seeing Each other everyday through it all... Sickness and health. Dispear and prosperity.

Waking up so early,

That the sun hasn't even woken... Just to kiss you, and snuggle up next to you and Try and convince you to stay just a few more minutes in bed with me... Because I cant let you go. ( I wanna hear you say that you love me every morning before you leave for work... And kiss me goodbye)

And maybe some days I can convince you to stay at home in bed with me... Just to snuggle and enjoy Each other for the day.

I finally found true love... And its you.

Everyday.. With every joke and sarcasm there is. Its you. Only you.

I cant love another man. I cant even fathom someone else. Because no one is like you mikey. Ive seen many people and none of them strike me like you do. There is just something about you that sings to my heart.

You are what my heart calls for.

Every last piece of you...

Baby I need you.

You are what my nightmares calls for.

You are what I think of every morning when I wake up and every night before I fall asleep.

All day, everyday.

I just can't love another man or even look at another man. You're the one I need.

I refuse to let you go honey.

You need me as much as I need you.

Wed make a beautiful family together.

The ones you read about.

The ones everyone is jealous of.

Come back to me... Let use live that fairytale life together... Let us be that couple.