#warning:self-harm

[montimer]

angsty as heck but can we get hqas joker catching reader self harming. you don't have to do this if you're uncomfy obviously but if possible, could he have a negative reaction about it at first (angry, concerned). i love angst i apologize 😭

Ofc! It's ok i allow angst/gore.

Hqas!Joker catching reader doing self harm

Warning:self harming, he has a bad reaction at first,gore/angst

Im not good at writing comfort so bare w/ me lol

He would be very surprised at first and concerned.

Then he gest mad, not at you but to what you did. And you never told him?

He'll start complaining while going in circles around the room.

This angry persona quickly shuts up once he sees that you are upset.

He doesn't know what to do these times so he just sits next to you and puts a hand to ur shoulders.

He'll understand if you turn away, sure he can give you some space (he'll def cry himself to sleep and will beg you to let him into ur room)

But if you lean or hug him he'll gladly returne it.

Either way he'll try to 'heal' ur wounds. He'll promise you he'll be there for you.

That he will listen and you don't have to hurt yourself.

He'll also tell you now more often how much he loves you.

[charlie-morningstar666]

Set Me Free

(Lyrics by me. Based on the current situation around this blog. Trigger warning:Self-Harm mention. Emotional/Mental Abuse. Nothing is really showed just a bunch of mentions)

Every time, I wake up..just to see the sunrise once more..every time, I get up…just to see the day passing again..I know I should be happy..but I can’t help to feel the opposite..soon one day, I’ll rule this hell…but for now..I…just can’t….because in the ennnddd…I can feel the voices coming inside my head..telling meee to just sufferrr…..when will this end?….

I wake up to this cell of nightmares! Chain of all the abuse I’m dealing! It’s too much to bear!..make all my scars harmless..please..set me free from this cell! I’ll do anything just to feel a little joy!…please, don’t make another comment!..don’t make another excuse! All I ever wanted is to be happy, but nowww that is gone! I JUST WANT TO BE FREE

Clock is tickling everyday..the time is moving everyday..why can’t it slow down for once so I can finally just think?…everything is moving too fast.:everything is too fast..can the pace slow down for a second?…voices are whispering…my chest is pounding…my mind is spinning like there’s no tomorrow!!..please get me out..PLEASE GET ME OUT!!

(GET ME THE FUCK OUT!!)

I wake up to this cell of nightmares! Chain of all the abuse I’m dealing! It’s too much to bear!..make all my scars I gain seem all painless!!..please..set me free from this cell! I’ll do anything just to feel a little joy!…please, don’t make another comment!..don’t make another excuse! All I ever wanted is to be happy, but nowww that is gone! I JUST WANT TO BE FREE

(Listen to me, dearly. Mother knows best. Do as you are told. Listen and pay attention, dearly. Soon you’ll be THE HEIR OF THE THRONE)

The pain..the stress…I cannot control….everything I do..ended up in mess..everyone I trusted..has either hurt me or I’ve hurt themmm..is this what I get..for being so kind and calm?…is this the new me..broken and in pain?….when will this pain end?….

(Don’t worry, my dear. Stop being a crybaby…you must learn how to beeee….momma’s here to make things better..listen to my v-)

(LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!!!!!!)

I wake up to this cell of nightmares! Chain of all the abuse I’m feeling! It’s too much to bear!..make all these thoughts so painful and harmful!!!..please..set me free from this cell! I’ll do anything just to feel a little joy!…PLEASE, don’t make another comment!..don’t make another excuse! All I ever wanted is to be happy, but nowww that is gone! I JUST WANT TO BE FREE

(All I ever wannteeeddd-)

Please set me free!!

(-Is now a memory)

Stop this and do it please!

(NOW MY NEW DESIRE IS-)

PLEASE ALL I WANT IS-

To

Be

Frrrreeeeeee

(I hope you enjoy the lyrics. Spend a lot of this. If you wanna analysis this or draw a fanart or whatever. As long as you credit me, we shouldn’t have a problem. Have a good day everyone)

[misterier]

Hello^^ good day hope your well !

Can you do a request for Hanzo Shimada from over watch and reader is his wife?

TW!!:

Y/n got in a fight with her parents and relapsed sh( sorry if it's too deep) and Hanzo walks in and panics a tiny bit but helps and like cleans y/n up and let's them know it's ok and you can add what ever else this is my first request!!

Have an amazing day!!

| ooo yeah ofc, this is my first time doing overwatch so I hope it's alr😭 tysm for the request, lemme know if things are inaccurate or I'd there's things you'd like changed 😻!!

Trigger warning:self harm, mentions of deep cuts, thoughts of not being enough, talk of horrible family, ext. If any of these things trigger you please do not read, 'm sure there's plenty of other hcs that aren't triggering, take care of yourself<33

reader is assumed fem bc of the wife part so she/her pronouns will be used

hurt/comfort

word count: 1,280 (I may be wrong)

estimated 4-5 minute reading time if you're not reading out loud

—

—

 

Today had been horrible; Y/n had gotten into a terrible fight—well, a screaming match—with her parents, and it had been horrible. Once she was finally dismissed, she'd gone back home, utterly drained and with tears already staining her cheeks. 

She'd slammed the front door shut and curled up against it in a ball, letting her cries echo through the empty home. The young woman didn't even try to hold them back, allowing them to shake her terribly.

After a while, she pulled herself together, still crying, and headed for her and her husband's shared room, digging into the depths of a hidden drawer she hoped Hanzo had never found. She was so wrapped up in her own pain and frustration that she hadn't even realized the time. 

Y/n was now curled up on the bathroom floor, a blade to her body. She just watched the blood flow in a tearful trance, her mind racing with horrible thoughts of herself. She didn't even hear her husband call out, saying he was home and asking how her reunion with her parents had gone.

—

After getting no answer from his wife, he put away his bow, tired from all the work he'd pushed himself through. Hanzo did his best to stay quiet, assuming Y/n had retired early, probably exhausted from the trip.

He headed to their shared room only to find it completely empty, causing the Archer to frown. He knew she was home; the shoes she'd worn that day were in front of the door. 

"Y/N!" He shouted into the quiet home, not out of anger but more out of curiosity and concern. Something felt wrong, and he wasn't sure what. 

He searched the house, not hearing a response. Once he passed the closed bathroom, he heard an awful sound that sent his heart shattering into pieces. 

He used two knuckles to gently knock on the door, not wanting to disturb his wife. "Y/n? Darling are you alright?" He asked in a worried tone, his stomach churning with dread. Suddenly, he felt worse for not being able to accompany her. 

"Hanzo?" A broken voice came from behind the wooden door, laced with tears, pain, and consern.

"Yes my love, are you alright? Should I come in?" He asked her nervously, already fearing the state he may find her in.

—

Y/n looked at the door guilty, fear washing over her as her eyes darted between where she heard her worried husband and the dripping blood of her wrists. 

They'd been high school sweethearts, and she was sure Hanzo knew exactly what he'd see if he came in. 

She took a deep breath from the floor and hit the blade, turning her wrists toward her body so the new gashes would be seen. "I'm fine, honey; you can go to bed. I'm sure you're tired." She mumbled softly, her voice still wavering.

—

Okay she's not fine. 

Hanzo sighed deeply; he wasn't frustrated with her; he knew she was upset, but the fact she was trying to hide her pain from him? Y/n was his wife; didn't she understand it was his duty to help and protect her, no matter how much of a bother she believed it was.

"Darling I'd like to come in. Is that alright with you?" He questioned firmly, trying to hold back the roughness he knew she shouldn't hear; he didn't want to hurt her in her already vulnerable state. 

He could hear Y/n hesitate before she mumbled that he could. As soon as he was given permission, he slowly opened the door. 

"Y/n?" His voice had changed completely, from one of calmness to one of a husband who'd found his wife in such a horrific way. 

Blood. There was so much. It swirled on the tiles and stained her clothes red; it all pooled around her and was dripping from her wrists. "Hey." She whispered through her tears, her hair scattered messily around her face while she sat with her back behind the bathtub. 

He loved her and always thought she was beautiful, but this was utterly nauseating—so much blood, all hers, and it was like she didn't even care that she was bleeding out. He wanted to take it all away, give it to himself, so she wouldn't be in such agony from her own hand. 

The archer held back a cry of his own and gulped. He grabbed a washcloth, wetting it before grabbing a metkit and sitting beside her. 

He took a long, deep breath before he gently grabbed the uninjured part of her wrist and began to quietly clean it. Hanzo didn't trust himself to speak, not wanting to say something wrong or end up crying.

"Would you talk to me—please, I know you're angry, but—" Y/n choked on her words, watching her husband quietly clean her wounds, not daring to protest.

"I am not angry. I just don't understand why you didn't just talk to me. You are more important than my work, darling; if you ever need me, I will be here." He mumbled, not meeting her eyes, while he wiped the final bit of blood from one arm, reaching into the kit for gauze. 

"I'm sorry, I thought you might.." Y/n trailed off, looking away from her husband while she allowed herself to be patched up. He frowned and shook his head, finally looking her in the eyes. 

"You thought I'd be upset that you're in pain? Of course I would, but I would never take it out on you. I understand you're afraid, and it only makes me worry for you. I'm your husband, and I only wish to help you through these feelings.. You shouldn't have to do this to yourself if I'm here. You can talk to me." Hanzo sighed, biting his lip softly as he finished patching her up.

Y/n looked down at him tearfully and nodded. "I'm sorry." She whispered, looking down and trying not to cry again as she pulled him into a gentle hug, careful of her newly wrapped wrists. "Don't be sorry, you're alright. Just talk to me next time." He responded, carefully helping her up and guiding her out of the bathroom.

—

Hanzo sat her down on the couch and cupped her cheek, gazing into her eyes carefully before he kissed her forehead. "I'll be back in a moment." He said softly, kissing her again before he walked into the kitchen, leaving her to sit on the couch.

Before Y/n could even register that she was now alone, two dragons appeared at her side, one curled in her lap and the other circling her shoulders, nuzzling into her adoringly. 

The Archer returned quickly, a tub of her favorite ice cream in his hand as well as two spoons. He shooed one dragon off her shoulder so he could gently hold onto her, turning on one of her favorite movies before handing her a spoon and opening the ice cream.

"We can talk about it whenever you like." "Not right now." "That's okay."

He kissed the back of her head and listened to her calm breathing, distracting her from her troubles while she watched the show. Of course Hanzo was watching, but he was paying more attention to his wife, watching her eat and her eyes sparkle, no longer focused on the long day she'd had. 

He wrapped an arm around her waist, setting his head on her shoulder. "I love you." Hanzo mumbled kindly, still watching her with soft eyes, glad she'd finally been able to relax. 

Y/n looked over to him, a smaller smile on her face while he kissed his forehead in a similar way he had. "I love you too."

[alwayschasingchasingafteryou21]

[creedfollow3r]

Current mood: Ready to kill

Whether myself or people that pissed me off today, I'm not sure

[kaisooficrec]

No Happy Ending Fest 2018 - round 2

No Happy Ending fest is back for a round 2! They are back to serve us more wonderful angst. This fest is centered around fics that just pull at our heart strings. Make sure to leave kudos and comments on the fics! Here are the kadi fics from this round:

Disappear

Genre: Heavy angst Rating: PG-13 Length: 3,677 Summary: They are supposed to be soul mates. Jongin is supposed to love Kyungsoo. He doesn’t.

You Were Here

Genre: Angst  Rating: M Length: 17,673 Summary: This life has twists and turns. But it’s the sweetest mystery, when you’re with me.

Breathe Again 

Genre: Non!au, angst Rating: PG Length: 6,276 Summary: Jongin’s world comes crumbling down when Kyungsoo suddenly collapsed amidst their exhilarating activities.

Tahanan

Genre: Angst Rating: PG-13 Length: 41,135 w Summary: As Jongin moves from city to city, from one country to another, he finds a home from a boy named Kyungsoo who kept his heart in the desert.

This Time

Genre: Angst, Supernatural Rating: PG-13 Length: 2,713 w Summary: This time, it’s Jongin who can’t remember.

Paint Me

Genre: Angst Rating: PG-13 Length: 13,091 w Summary: Something was horribly wrong, and as Jongin blinked in hopes of holding onto the colours fading from his vision it all vanished. And just like that, everything changed. 

Counting Heart beats

Genre: Angst Rating: M Length: 16,286 w Summary: In which Kyungsoo counts Jongin's heart beats though four seasons.   

When Love Arrives

Genre: Angst Rating: G Length: 5,417 w Summary: Because when Love arrives, love was not the only four-letter word that came together with it.  

Dead To Me

Genre: Angst, TW Rating: M Length: 10,080 w Warning(s): Mental Illness, Auditory hallucinations, Suicidal thoughts, Suicide attempt, Self-harm, Domestic abuse, Mentions of violence, Dubious consent, Mentions of alcohol, Cheating, Sex, Character Death Summary: ‘I need to kill you, that’s the only way to get you out of my head.’ 

[modernpersephone]

Trigger Warning

13RW is coming out with a second season dtrictly because it brings in good,money not because they care about the depressed/suicidal or rape survivors. If they cared about you they would have taken the health care professionals advice and not shown graphic rape and suicide scenes. Now a lot of people who dont suffer from mental illnesses arent going to get this but shows are triggering. I went through a rough time about 2 years back and started binge watching Skins and it made me self harm more because I could relate, and since I could relate to these characters who werent getting any help I didnt need help either. I had an eating disorder I still struggle with and watching To The Bone nearly made me relapse for the same reason but when she found help it was a weight off me. This is a show where nobody gets helped. Someone dies and in the show puts BLAME on other people (which can lead to other suicides and bullying) but the show doesnt care about that it cares that it got ratings.

[h50fanficdirectory]

Kākou

[kitashimei-chan]

Why do i fear

Warning:self harm,boy x boy x boy,sad clips,18+ clips,bullying scenes,pics arent mine credit to the owners,AND IF YOU DON'T SUPPORT THE SHIP DO NOT READ!⚠️⚠️

Pov-Your Chris and your now 20,and you live in a hotel in newyork,you would get bullied every now and then because people say "you dress like a girl" because you find it kind of comfortable in some girls clothes,but you end up meeting old "friends" who terryfied you as a kid and your still terryfied

° Note From Authour °

Hey my fellow readers,i hope your enjoying my stories so far, and this is actually my first story based of chris/Evan childhood so im very sorry if i copied anyones story so let me know if i copied someones story and i will delete the content and re-start a new story for ya'll still based on chris and his nightmares. Oh i also came to say on christmas eve i will be making a story on the afton family spending the christmas together. Enjoy my story love ya'll♡bye!

I was making my way to the arcade to take my mind off my depression,since my mind was full of it,I accidentaly ran into two guys who looked very angry to see me

Chris-O-Oh im so sorry

Bitch#1-HOW DARE YOU BUMP INTO US,GAY FREAK!

Chris-I-IM SORRY!

Bitch#2-You think you'll get away that easily

Chris-I-

Bitch#1-lets teach him a lesson~

Bitch#2-Gladly~

Chris-WAIT-

The first guy kicked me in the stomach and i fell back on the ground the second one punched me in my face,then i felt something hit me in the back of my head and that one of them said Die.. then everything went black,and little did i know i was sleeping for 5 hours straight!And it was in the afternoon i looked up to see a girl reaching out her hand

???-hey are you ok?! Here let me help you up

I took her hand and standed up brushing off my cloths and brush the dirt out of my hair

Chris-Thank you so much but do i know you?

The girl looked at you with a surprised face like she saw a Frappuccino sitting right in front of her,then her face turned angry as heck

???-HOW DARE YOU DIDN'T RECOGNIZE YOUR CHILDHOOD FRIEND!?

She shaked me back and foward and then it hit me-IT WAS MY OLD CHILDHOOD FRIEND CASSIDY!

Chris-C-Cassidy?

Cassidy-Took you long enou-

Chris-CASSIDY!

I hugged her so tight,she strangled to push me off

Cassidy-STOP IT YOUR CHOKING ME!

Chris-oh yeah sorry

Cassidy-so how are you doing so far

Chris-fine you?

Everything was going so good until she asked that one question

Cassidy-Chris i want to ask you something...

Chris-sure what is it?

We both stopped at the entrance of the hotel were she asmed me a question that almost drained my blood

Cassidy-do you still belive in your nightmares...

I was so stunned and shock, I-I didn't know what to say,so i just answered out of fake courage

Chris-Ofcourse Not! Nightmares Aren't real dumby!

Cassidy let's out a loud laugh as we both entered the lobby,It made me happy to see her laugh,but i know that deep down inside me,there was still a large amount of fear for my childhood nightmares,but i wanted to see her reaction if i said i didn't fear them anymore

Cassidy-Well cya weirdo

Chris-bye...

Me and cassidy lived on seprate floors of the building,so we both took seperate elevators,i lived on the forth floor,while cassidy lived on the third floor,i walked up to my hotel room door to open it

I stepped inside and closed the door behind me,i went to the bathroom and washed my face still thinking about cassidys question

I started to hilusinate(sorry if it was spelt wrong)everything back in the past....

Past chris-OH NO!OH NO!NO MORE BATTERIES!

I remebered a type of music started to play and it sounded broken and scary...

Chris-OH NO!

Chris-STOP SAYING THAT PLEASE!

The door creeked open and i immediatly ran under the sheets....and then i saw Nightmare he was the leader of the nightmares and he always seemed to be scaring me,including Goldie

Nightmare-Foolish boy~

And then suddenly he jump scared me and then everything went black...and then another vision appeared infront of me and it was when the traggic accident happened,My Birthday....

Past Micheal-Do you guys think it's really a good idea...

I could see mikey's face expression looking sad and depressed

° Note From Authour °

Ok so i know that you guys would expect me to know mikeys friends name but...I actually don't...so please don't hate in comments,because im going to randomly name them so please don't hate,now back to the story bai♡

Jeremmy-TOTALY! HE'D BEEN SO SCARED LOL!

Alex-YEAH! CAN'T WAIT TO SEE HIS FACE!

Then over across the pizzeria,i saw Gregory doing something behind fazbear,i went over to him and i saw him loosing the springlocks on fazbears mouth

Gregory-Mike is mine~AND ONLY MINE!NO ONE CAN TAKE HIM AWAY FROM ME!I'LL MAKE SURE THAT LITTLE @#*$% DIES!HAHAHA!

Omg i couldn't belive it,THIS DUDE WAS A TOTAL PHYSICHO!,and then i saw my past self surrounded by mike and his friends including Gregory...

Micheal-WANNA SEE INSIDE OF FAZBEARS MOUTH?!

Chris-No..

Micheal-C'MON IT'LL BE FUN!

Chris-WAIT-

And then it happened...The traggic disaster of my birthday accident...

When i completely snapped out of my whole pass,I Was so sad,so,so,so Sad to see myself diening,i pushed the bathroom door oppened and headed to the kitchen and took up a knife and i began to cut myself repeatidly saying "Why do i fear"

I couldn't stop cutting myself.....because i was trapped like a prisoner

Inside my own mind and past,not able to re-wind time....

Stuck in one spot constantly standing in my own blood dripping from my arms the knife still running deep through my flesh cutting through deeper and deeper,i couldn't stand my suffering,i was crying but not frowning,i was telling the truth even though i was lieing,i am Depressed

I froze when i heard someone gasped behind me,i turned around seeing that it was nightmare chica....i started to cry and stutter

Chris-N-N-Nightm-mare c-chica...NO!IT CAN'T BE TRUE!

NT.Chica-PLEASE CALM DOWN CHRIS!

Then i felt someone take the knife from me and hugged me from behind

NT.Foxy-Don't do this to us lad...we can't bare to see you hurt yourself

Chris-I-I-I

NT.Freddy-H-Hey calm down!

Chris-THIS ISN'T TRUE,THIS ISN'T TRUE,T-THEIR JUST HOLIGRAMS RIGHT!,THIS MUST BE A JOKE,IT HAS TO BE!-

NT.Bonnie-Chris...

I tried catching my breath,i didn't have anymore eczema pumps,and i barely could have breath

NT.Foxy-CHRIS!

NT.Freddy-BREATH CHRIS BREATH!

Goldie-WERE IS HIS @#$%*@^ PUMP!

NT.Chica-I DON'T REMEBER!

Nightmare-I THOUGHT WE TOLD YOU ALL NOT TO SCARE HIM!

Everyone sounded far away and the last image i saw was Goldie and Nightmare arguing with everyone,and a few seconds i fell asleep...

°•▪︎Next Day▪︎•°

I woke up the next day to find 8 sort of teddybears on my bed and 6 were in the closet on the floor,while 2 were on the bed beside me,I leaped out of bed looking under the bed,in the closet,in the shower,and in the kitchen and i couldn't seem to find them anywhere

Chris-B-But they were here just last night,where could have they gone...

A message came up on my phone and i immediaetly rushed over to pick it up,which i had to lean over on the pillow-sized black bear to reach my phone,because it was behind it

Chris-finally after that struggling between that bear,now lets see whats going on with my phone

Nightmare pov-he literally pressed his body against me,without even moving me,why do i feel like he did it on purpose

Chris-oh cassidy wants to meet up at a Cafe,sounds good but...

Goldie pov-What is he thinking about in his innocent mind?

Chris-I don't wanna leave them here,What if someone steals them?

Goldie-Then we'll kill them~

Chris-GAH!YOU TALK!

Goldie-ofcourse I do

Chris-am i going insane or am i going mad

Goldie-no,your going crazy

Chris-!!!HOW DARE YOU!

Goldie-then what do you want me to say~

Chris-0///////0 Why did they make a teddybear to flirt

Goldie-why did you just describe me hot~

Chris- >\\\\\\\\\\\\<I can't take this anymore I'm going to meet cassidy,and don't do anything stupid

Nightmare-ok bye cutie~

Chris-I...Bye!

I dashed out the hotel witha red face ever,I stoped at a certain distant and turned around and looked at my hotel window-AND I FREAKING SAW NIGHTMARE AND GOLDIE AT THE WINDOW! I felt shivers down my spine but i just remebered that i still had to meet cassidy,so i dashed to the cafe,were i met an angry Pomeranian

Cassidy-YOURE.LATE!

Chris-I'm sorry ok

Cassidy-i didn't come to meet you here,just to be angry i actually came here to show you that a big festival is keeping in the town and majority of the people are going including our hotel

Chris-woah,that sounds cool but...

Cassidy-don't tell me your not going...

Chris-Sorry-

Cassidy-What is it that's not letting you leave?!

Chris-Well....

I couldn't give her an excuse because she would have told me i was lieng so i had no choice....

Cassidy-WOW!YOUR TEDDYBEARS ARE PILLOW-SIZED!COOOL!

Chris-i know.....

Cassidy -ooooh a golden one

Chris-NO!

I found my self junp on the bed hugging the two teddys,and i had a strict expression that almost made cassidy faint

Cassidy-C-C'mon chris I-I just wanna touch it

Chris-No...

Cassidy-O-Ok and i just wanted to say that i overheard some kids gossiping on you about on how your a gay freak and i was like thats totally fake chris would never be gay

Chris-oh...I-I'll be right back...

Cassidy-ok..

Cassidy pov-*I probably shouldn't have said that but he'll get over it right...but ima touch chrises teddys when he leaves da room*

As i walked into the kitchen,I suddenly broke down and cried and the weird part was that i didn't know what for...I took up a knife and started cutting myself again...meanwhile in my room = p

Cassidy-There so soft♡

Nightmare-Thank you

Cassidy-huh? I thought i heard one of them talk?

Goldie-ofcourse you did

Cassidy-Gah!

Cassidy-h-how can you talk?

Nightmare-well you do know chris had nightmares right?

Cassidy-yea..

Goldie-Actually we are his nightmares~

Cassidy-impossible-

The pillow-sized teaddy literally turned into nightmare and cassidys jaw dropped,and then goldie through her up

Cassidy-Gah!

Goldie-do you belive us now?

Cassidy-yes,Yes! Just put me down please!

Goldie-As you wish~

Cassidy-WAH!

Cassidy landed on the floor with a loud Thud but as expected i didn't hear it because i was too busy cleaning up the blood that dripped off my arms,and thought she was doing it for fun,meanwhile in the room cassidy was talking to my two tall and oddly hot nightmares

Cassidy-So your telling me you followed chris for twenty years and he didn't know?!

Nightmare-Correct

Goldie-and we just wanted to say sorry for everything

Nightmare-so we mostly came to say sorry

Goldie-Along with something else~

Cassidy pulled on their ears and firmly gripped them like they were some ragdolls arm and pulled them both down to her height were she told them

Cassidy-Listen to me and listen to me carefully you make sure to NOT enter his body with any part of your body,and don't even think that he's yours just you wait chris is hard to get,belive me ive tried...,but thats not what were focusing on right now,all im saying is DO NOT LET ANYONE TOUCH CHRIS OTHER FROM YOU GUYS!DO.YOU.UNDER.STAND.

Goldie-yes ma'am...

Cassidy-good. Now...you can do whatever you want with him just...be his friend too okay?

Goldie-sure

Cassidy-Ok-UM CHRIS IM GONNA LEAVE NOW!

Chris-ok...

Cassidy-...

Cassidy-please take care of him....

Nightmare-k

Cassidy came out of my room and nightmare closed the door then turned to Goldie with a worried face,but just then I was coming back

Nightmare-SHIT!

Both nightmare and Goldie turned back into their teddy forms,and i came back in the room looking all dull and my eyes were nothing but dark

Chris-Oh cassidy did say she was leaving...were are the other 6 teddys

I got up of the bed and tripped on the ground and my hands were shaking

Chris-Damn it...i got up too fast

I saw a note in the closet and when i read it i could belive it!

¤The Note¤

Dear Chris,

The teddybears that you saw earlier,it was actually your nightmares,we wanted to say goodbye before we left but we didn't have time,We already spoke to nightmare and Goldie they already know were leaving and i saw when you cut yourself in the kitchen a while ago....so take care of youself and tell Nightmare and Goldie they were good leaders.

¤Your Kind Nightmare's¤

NT.Chica and Bonnie

I dropped the note and turned around and stred at the two teddybears casually sitting on my bed and then i look bcak at the note and then i relized

Chris pov-CASSIDY TRYED TOUCHING THEM AND I STOPPED HER!THAT MEANS...I DIDN'T WANT HER TO TOUCH NIGHTMARE NOR GOLDIE!

Goldie-What ya doing chris~

Chris pov-EEEEEEK!

Chris-haha...nothing G-Goldie and Nightm-mare...

Nightmare-Shall i explain to him goldie?

Goldie-yeah..

After explaining i fully understand and we were friends....5 weeks passed at it ws time for the festival i didn't wanted to go i found it more funny to do something for my nightmares~

Goldie-Hey chris look at those cool lights!

Nightmare-chris?

Chris-Yeah~

Nightmare-.....Goldie remove his sheet

Goldie-got it!

Chris-Like what you see~

Nightmare-......

Goldie-......

Chris-oh cmon dont be shy~

Nightmare-I-I-

Chris-less talking more fucking

Goldie-but-

Chris-Shut up and fuck me already!

And i couldn't walk for 3 weeks but i was fine and we ended up having a kid called Christipher and he was 6 years old

I hope ya'll enjoyed hope you guys have a great evening,day or night,I promise to post a mystical christmas story for ya'll now bai!

Love you my little music notes♡

[hiitsbee]

Dark Mark | D.M.

Mini series

Draco Malfoy x Female Hufflepuff reader

Warning:self harming,blood,anger,sad content.

Masterlist

Summary:Sixth year. Draco has been acting strange recently and you wonder why,until,one day,you find out he got the Dark Mark and he’s so scared that he’s not even able to think lucidly. You decide you would never leave him alone anymore.

You sat next to Hermione in the Hogwarts courtyard. It was spring and flowers had just bloomed on threes;a soft breeze made some strands of your hair fly out from the massy bun you had fastly made before attending your Divination class.

<<You’ve been so quiet lately,is everything okay?>> Hermione asked as your eyes met <<It is>> you said,opening the book in your hands while looking at Draco who was just sitting alone in one of the cloisters courtyard,staring to a non defined point in front of him.

<<You’re lying. I guees it’s about Draco. I told you that dating him was the worst thing you could do,and now look at yourself>> Hermione mumbled <<Listen Herm. Something’s wrong with him. I’m sure. He’s been acting strange lately and he’s been avoiding me! He has never avoided me,never!>> you reply <<Talk to him. He’s right there>> <<I’m scared>> <<Scared of what?>> <<Scared of him not telling me what’s going on;he generally doesn’t hide anything from me but I know he’s good at it. He will just change the topic or being silent>> <<You’re thinking too much,Y/n,just talk to him and see what happens,but do it now or you’ll lose a great chance>>. You nodded and walked towards the boy.

<<Hi Draco>> you said softly,the Slytherin lifted his head up <<Sorry I’m busy>> he muttered,standing up as he wanted to walk away,but you stopped him by holding his wrist <<Talk to me,please. I miss you. What’s happening Draco? You’re not yourself anymore>>. Draco shrugged his shoulders and rudely pushed you away <<Get away. I’m tired of you. You bother me too much Y/l/n>>.

Your heart cracked at those words,but deep down you knew he was lying. You could understand it by the little crack his voice had when he said those words. He didn’t really believe in what he said.

You were ready to reply when he just walked away,leaving you there. <<Follow him>> Hermione reached you,resting her hand on your shoulder. She was right:you couldn’t let him go like this,not after everything you shared. The night talks,the day jokes,the trips to Hogsmeade,the cuddles in front of the fireplace and the study sessions in the library. The boy you loved was slipping away and you were doing absolutely nothing to get him back.

You nodded and followed him. You were sure he was going to his bedroom,when something was wrong he had always hidden there to spend some time alone.

You entered the Slytherin common room,all the students were staring at you strangely because you weren’t meant to be there,but you ignored them and went straight to Draco’s prefect room.

The entrance door was ajar so you entered and decided to close it behind you. A muffled noise,almost a moan of pain,was coming from the bathroom. You were so scared to open the door,but you had to;Draco wasn’t feeling good and you must help him.

You slowly held the door handle and pushed it to open the door. Once you saw Draco you were left speechless and breathless,you were completely petrified.

He was standing in front of the sink,his Hogwarts sweater thrown on the floor beside him,and his face was pale like never before. Tears were coming down from his eyes as he was in a sob of despair;blood all around him,staining the sink,the floor and even his clothes,while the water was flowing down from the tap,slowly wetting the entire bathroom.

<<Draco!>> you yelled grabbing his arms,noticing that his forearm was heavily bleeding <<Leave me alone!>> he yelled back in a broken voice,wagging to get free from your grip <<Shut up Draco,you need help!>> <<I don’t need anything,anything! Let me go,let me die. For once in a lifetime let me do whatever I want>>. The boy had completely lost his wits <<I won’t let you kill yourself!>>. You both were now yelling against each other,fighting to decide who should be the winner while the water was still flowing from the tap,making everything more wet,including your shirt and your skirt.

Draco pushed you,making you hit your back against the bath and then he fell back as well,hardly sobbing while the injury of his forearm kept bleeding <<Draco,listen- >> you tried to stand up and talk but the boy did it first <<Get the fuck out from here!>> <<I’m not!>> you yelled back once again.

The bathroom became suddenly silent. The Slytherin was glaring at you with burning teary eyes. You stood up and closed the tab which was making you crazy and took a napkin,while Draco leaned against the wall,his back slipped along it until he sat on the ground,crossing his legs and closing his eyes.

You slowly went closer to him,kneeling to reach his height <<Let me see>> you whispered,holding his arm and blotting the injury he made to himself <<You need to see Madam Pomfrey>> you said <<I won’t>> he answered with a cold voice. You sighed,cleaning his forearm and noticing something which emotionally destroyed you:the Dark Mark.

You tried not to make any noise come out from your mouth,you pretended not to see it so Draco could calm down without feeling judged,but he wasn’t dumb and he knew how you were feeling.

<<I don’t want to be evil>> he cried out <<You’re not Draco>> you answered,hugging him.

His back was now laying on your chest while his head was resting on your shoulder. Draco wasn’t able to stop crying,otherwise he cried louder and louder every second. You didn’t say anything,you caressed his sweaty forehead and pushed back some hair which were covering his face. You wanted to cry with him but you couldn’t,you leaned your back against the bath and held Draco,leaving kisses on his head. <<It’s gonna be alright,you’re not evil,I know it Draco. You’ll go through this,we’ll go though this. Things get always better sooner or later>>. The boy didn’t answer,he just sinked his face into the cloth of your shirt,breathing heavily and shaking as the panic filled his whole body.

Once Draco calmed down you disinfected the wound and dressed it with some bandage Draco told you he had on the medicine cabinet of the bathroom,then you helped him standing up.

<<Change those wet clothes>> you said opening the boy’s wardrobe while he was sitting on the bed <<Take the green sweater on the right for you,you’re wet too>> he replied in a breath of sound. His eyes were red and his face was showing all his tiredness <<Don’t worry about me,I’m fine>> you smiled and sat beside him,hugging the boy once again <<You know you scared the fuck out from me,right? I thought I was going to lose you>> <<I’m sorry...>> he muttered,resting his chin on your head <<It’s ok-you wiped one tear-you’re here now. That’s what matters. Now change please,you are drenched>>. A weak smile appeared on Draco’s lips and then he started unbottoning his shirt.

Once you both had changed you laid on Draco’s bed. You rested your head on his shoulder and he hugged you,falling asleep immediately. You looked at him and sighed,thanking God you had decided to listen to Hermione and follow him. You couldn’t stand such a big lost. You closed your eyes and sinked your head into the cloth of Draco’s soft sweater,sniffing the scent of cologne and apples you missed so much.

<<I love you Draco,I love you so so much. Stay with me>> you whispered.

From that day you didn’t want to leave him alone,not even for a second. You were scared he could do something else to harm himself. Everyday you checked on his injury,medicated it and took care of him,hoping to help him healing a little bit,but things weren’t so easy. Draco missed classes,often cried and didn’t want to touch his wand for days. You saw his dad often coming to Hogwarts but never realising his son was sick,and Draco obviously didn’t tell him of what he did.

Day by day the anger you had already felt towards Lucius Malfoy started increasing:every time he came and took Draco away from you with a different excuse,every time you saw the boy breaking down in your arms,you desired so much to destroy the man’s life that you knew that,sooner or later,you would confront him and yell to his face how he was ruining his son’s life.

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Vive Ut Vivas (Live so that you can live)

Author: theperfnerd

Genre: Angst, Romance 

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Self Harm, Attempted Suicide 

Length: Oneshot

And he thinks he finally understood, that this is what love feels like.

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[charlie-morningstar666]

(Don’t reblog. Just for me

TRIGGER WARNING:Self Harm, Eating Disorder(mention), PTSD Triggers, and Blood)

*She failed again..did she?…she failed her family..her father again..did she?….she failed everyone*

*Charlie was in her bathroom..shaking while washing the blood off of her arms and her blade from a knife..first, she gain an eating problem from last week, then refuse to eat a bunch when she got back, and now this……what is she thinking?…she turn the sink off, before accidentally step on her hair which she fall backwards and immediately breathe heavily*

“YOU BITCH!!! You’re so fucking useless and pathetic!!” “You’re lucky I need you alive or I would KILLED you!” “He only there for YOU because he feel pity toward his disgusted offspring!”

*Charlie breathe heavily as she hugs herself..remembering all the abuse she got from Jewel. She begins to claw the walls..before-*

Charlie?

*Charlie look up to see Vaggie..kneeling down to her*

Another trigger?…

Yeah…

You…need anything?

*Charlie looks at Vaggie, before hugging herself*

You think you can….cut my hair plz?…I…don’t want to feel like someone will….pull it..

*Vaggie looks a bit surprise, but she smile and grabs a pair of scissors*

Anything for you, muy Bonita

*after a while, Vaggie finish cutting to Charlie’s shoulder*

How is this?…

*Charlie gently feel the short hair and smile*

It’s…..feel perfect…thank you

[gotchaocha]

WIP introduction: Drip Drip

                              ‘‘No happy thoughts can save me now.’‘

GENRES: Horror, psychological horror.

Short story.

THEME TOUCHED/TRIGGER WARNING:Self-harm,mental illness,gore, medication, helplessness.

Synopsis: 

Alice wakes up in the middle of the night to find herself unable to move her body, struggling between the distorcion of familiar things, eyes constantly watching her, and the fact that she isn’t alone.

If anyone would like to be tagged in this, please say so!

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what is life?

Trigger Warning:Self harm, drug usage, sexual abuse

I'm simply looking for a way to speak.I'm not sure exactly what I'm using this platform as. I'm debating that one still. But so far, I've decided on using it to speak about my daily life. So here's a bit of my background. My name is Kaylee, I live in the California valley.  I'm a married, mother of two. I suffer from anxiety, depression, OCD, and have a past with a couple different addictions. My husband has BPD. Every day/week/month is something new. We work well together with our mental issues.But I have to be able to roll with the punches, while also keeping up with maintaining my own issues. 

This week, my husband is into HIM. Last week it was Pepper, Matisyahu, and others. One day he is happy and go-lucky. The next he feels weird and out of it.

I adore my husband with every fiber of my being. He is my soulmate. My other half. The one I waited for. That does not mean it’s easy though. While he has BPD, I struggle with my mentioned mental instabilities. Though I regularly take medication for mine. I also struggle with a past in addiction, anger issues, past with self harm, and body dysmorphia. I’m a product of abuse, and neglect. He is a product of abuse and neglect. 

We are similar, but not the same. I came from an abusive failed marriage. I had to basically learn how to be human all over again. And he has taught me how to do just that. We have seen some of the darkest parts of each other, while helping hold each other in the light.

I have a past with being sexually abused. Raped. Blackmailed, and molested.

I struggle with my demons.

Some days I just want to curl up and die. Or buy a sack and say fuck it.

Other days I want to sing about how beautiful the world is. 

I don’t know who I am.

Here’s some insight:

My OCD: I have quite a few compulsions

I have to touch items multiple times, in order to feel satisfied. I consistently count in my head, 24-7 for no reason. Though I always end at 6 or 9. I have to straighten everything, if it is crooked, and cannot stand anything being off center. Washing my hands has become huge. Checking my door and window locks multiple times, as well as my alarm. I have a daily/nightly routine as well, that I must complete.

My Anxiety: If I think it’s going to happen, it most definitely is. Everyone thinks bad things about me, and I am a terrible person. No one is actually your friend. Look out! That thing you’re thinking about is absolutely realistic, and you are going to fail at everything.

My Body Dysmorphia: I am ugly. I am too skinny, or I am fat. My nose is crooked, and my lips are too. I see someone I would never look twice at. Look at those crooked teeth. Why are you like this?

My Depression: I want to die. I am sad, because my husband doesn’t touch me. I want to live. I want to be touched. Leave me alone. Please, look at me. Don’t look at me, I am hideous. I want to have friends, I don’t want to be bothered. I want to have meaningful conversations, I just want to not speak and stare at the wall.

My Anger issues:

I fucking hate everyone. Stop talking, you’re stupid. Leave me alone, go away. I am mad over nothing yet I only want to smash things and cause harm. I scream. But what am I screaming for? It only makes me more angry. 

Self Harm: I lit this lighter. Now touch it to your arm. Why? Because I am in your head, and I said so. I am sad because I just want to kiss my husband. Go cut yourself, he isn’t attracted to you. He only has sex with you because he has to. Oh you’re bleeding, now I’m telling you to panic, here comes the anxiety. You’re going to die.

Sexual Abuse/Rape:  Give it up because he loves you. Now you’re screaming no, and bleeding on the bathroom floor. Pick yourself up. Have sex with everyone, it’s the only way you feel wanted. Please don’t touch me, but I can’t say no, because I am too afraid. Now he’s forcing me. Now I’m crying. No one is here to save me. It’s my fault, I shouldn’t have been drinking. I shouldn’t have been high. I asked for it. I deserved it. He wants us all to have sex together. Her, him, me. I don’t want to. I’m dirty. Now she’s all over me, and he’s holding me down. Please help. Pick your clothes up off the floor, cry behind the locked bathroom door. You asked for this. You deserved it. You led them on. You flirted too much. You trusted him/them. They all hurt you. But it’s all your fault.

My past with Drug Addiction: Get high. Buy that sack. Fuck it. You’ve been sober almost two years. Who cares? You know you want to. It’s not like you’re doing Meth. A little coke won’t kill you. But you’ll definitely fall off the deep end again.

Now, Realistically, in my life: I AM sober. And have remained that way. I do not in any way want to go back to who I was. I am no longer in an abusive relationship. As I am happily married. My husband is amazing. Now, that doesn’t mean that I am not irrationally thinking most of the time. And I will mostly be speaking from my irrational thoughts. Not what is realistic. Not what is the truth in the situation. I plan to cover a lot of my life. And hopefully some people will feel the same way as me, and we can connect together. Please, do not misunderstand me. I am happy. But I don’t think rationally.

[thedistantstorm]

Phoenix Protocol 08

Zavala x Awoken Female Warlock | Mid/Post Forsaken | Slowburn | Gratuitous Descriptions of Light | Self-Confidence/Self-Worth Issues | Redemption | Trigger Warning:Self-Harm(canonical in nature)

When the Traveler’s Light was returned to the Guardians after the defeat of the Cabal, it did not manifest itself the same in everyone. Miyu, an Awoken Warlock, finds herself struggling with her abilities, her Light feeling different and not her own. With her Vanguard preoccupied with grief and all eyes turned to the Reef, she finds herself turning to an unlikely source in an attempt to rediscover her connection to the Light and define what it means for her as a Dawnblade.

Previously

Her feet shift before she strikes. A gleaming sword burns through the air, sluicing droplets of water on their expedition earthbound, her blade the most perfect extension of self. No sound of breath, no shift of robes gives her away.

Instead, it is the deadly sound of metal parting the air that draws him away from quiet conversation with his Ghost. Her swordplay does not sing like the conventional kind he's both watched and faced in the Crucible; It is old, an art form long forgotten, from the remnants of a people whose scattered survivors had been assimilated into the conglomerate of people gathered under the Traveler's might.

He does not realize he's staring until his Ghost repeats herself for what he swears is (at most) the third time but she insists is the fifth or sixth.

“You're not listening,” She says. His eyes dart to her narrowed, almost pouting optic, then are torn back as the Guardian before lunges almost theatrically, poised and graceful before dropping back, sliding her sword against her chest and then sheathing it with a reverence that seems long forgotten in this day and age. “Za-va-laaa,” She whines, her voice small and quiet but shrill enough to draw his attention. “I have to give an answer to Amanda. Are you approving her order or not?”

Blue eyes blink at her, and she can see the cogs turning in his mind. He has no idea what she's asking him. “Yes,” He says, “Fine.”

White cones twitch in a silent laugh. “You just approved her refit and upgrade order totalling just over three hundred million glimmer.” He inhales sharply, eyes sparking like an arc grenade as realization crosses his features. She continues in her youthful tone. “You sure about that, Z?”

“Perhaps it would be... best, if we schedule a meeting to discuss what exactly she requires.

She chirps around another bout of laughter, audible this time. “Yeah, maybe. I'll talk to Amanda and set it up for you, since you seem pretty… whats the word? Enthralled.”

He narrows his eyes at her, their partnership too old to make him flustered over the taunt, though he clicks his tongue at her by way of reply (a sign she's somewhat unsettled him with her observation). With a final peal of laughter and a tiny, affectionate bonk of her cones against his forehead, she disappears from sight.

With his Ghost gone, he's helpless to watch as she moves through several sets of stances. During her final set, her sword glows the color of sunrise, and he feels her Light set ablaze. It's like a comet, like stars meeting their end - lonely and bright.

He finds his eyes drawn to the tensing of her hands, the way they grasp the hilt of her sword tighter than before, notices the tensing of her shoulders. It's hurting her; her own latent abilities fighting her as if she’d become their enemy.

“Miyu, stop!” Her Ghost is a beacon of concern. He cries, “Drop it!”

But, she doesn’t. Instead the Warlock shakes her head, anger and resentment blanketing her features. Her lips move, but Zavala can't hear the words. Regardless, he's compelled forward by a fellow Guardian in need.

Strong arms come around her, his chest solid against her back. “Let go,” Zavala urges quietly into her ear. “Miyu, let go.”

Still, she shakes her head. His hands cover hers, and hears him hiss when the flames lick his skin, but he does not move away, his fingers prying hers from around the flaming sword. It scorches the ground when it finally drops from their combined grip, leaving her staring down at large hands, enveloping her own.

They’re burned...

...like hers.

Her knees shake when it hits her; the damage she's inflicted upon him washing over her with the subtlety of a tsunami. “I'm sorry,” She apologies. “I'm so sorry.”

When her legs give, he follows her down, arms caged around her, mindful of their still entwined hands. Sobs wreck her petite frame with the force of an earthquake, her eyes still wide with terror, examining the damage she's inflicted to the one person willing to help her.

“Miyu,” He rumbles, pulling her back against his chest. “It's alright. I'm fine.”

She's still shaking her head in the negative when her healing rift unfurls beneath them like a pocket of sunlight.

There is something intimate about being so close to a fellow Guardian’s Light. Teaching is a practical application, and he is a man built on control. But there is no denying the heady prickle - gooseflesh from the back of his neck down, a coiling deep in his core - that comes with being exposed to the pinnacle of another’s l

Light.

He watches as her Light rectifies the damage to his hands in seconds, but takes far longer to heal her own. There is no doubt of the power behind her Light; it has been forged with great care. It is strong.

Where the pure Solar energy that consumed her blade and their hands was volatile and angry, the rift is soft and warm: more reflective of the woman trembling against him.

“Easy,” He tells her, when she scrambles to move. He can feel her fingers twitching insistently under his own; the damage done to them not really healed, at least not all the way. “Relax,” He chides. “I promise, it is alright. I'm not angry with you.”

Her Ghost gives him a very serious gaze over the top of her head. “Yu-mi, let me see,” The small being requests. “Maybe I can help.”

Zavala lifts their joined hands, tilting hers out for her Ghost's inspection. Miyu continues to cry, looking away. “You know you can't,” She says to him.

The Commander frowns.

“It doesn't mean I won't try,” Her Ghost says, by way of reply.

The beams of light do little more than warm her palms and illuminate the agitated aura swirling beneath her fingertips. Her fingers look healed. But the misfiring of the nerves tell him otherwise.

His own Ghost appears a moment later, a shimmer of Light and a beyond curious tilt of her cones not drawing any attention but that of her Guardian. He always sensed her easily. It came with time, with a strong bond.

“Adelaide,” He calls, tone rough like gravel, “Scan her hands.”

His usually cheery partner does so quietly, her cones drifting apart with both analysis and a flood of Light. The woman in his arms stills, watching the white-shelled Ghost work.

“Zavala, I… I'm sorry,” Adelaide says, quietly. Her shell twitches downward in sympathy when nothing happens. “I tried.”

The Commander nods. Miyu attempts to rise again, but without success.

“Let me go,” The dark-haired warrior requests, “Please.”

He makes a sound like he's thinking. Instead of answering her, or letting go, he asks, “How long does it last, afterward?”

“It will be fine by tonight.” Zavala watches her Ghost. His cones flinch at the scrutiny swivels in a silent negative.

Frowning, he queries, “And what will you do, until then?”

She shrugs. Her Ghost feints downward, optic narrowing darkly.

“Perhaps... attempt resurrection?”

The Warlock inhales sharply. Zavala figures it to be a confirmation.

His sigh pushes him further against her back. “Will it fix the damage?”

“Some of it.”

“I would not dare to think I know what you are feeling,” Zavala says, hands releasing hers, but resting on her shoulders. Both Ghosts watch him, concerned, scrutinous. “But perhaps tonight you should not.”

“Then what?” She turns to look at him through heavy lashes. Her moonlit gaze is limned in red, her cheeks darkened with evidence of her tears. Her aura nips beneath her skin like a spring coiled tight. “Tell me,” She pleads in a demanding whisper. “What do I do?”

The physical damage to this woman is minimal, in terms of what they endure regularly. It is nothing for her to suffer this damage on repeat. They are Guardians. It is what they do. And yet, he feels something inside him  He does not need some supernatural empathy to feel her soul crying as if it's being torn apart.

One palm moves from her shoulder to cup the back of her head, guide it to his chest. “It might be best if you allowed yourself to…” He pauses, trying to parse the proper word. “Grieve.”

She bolts from his grasp, quick, slippery, almost like lightning. She rises, eyebrows dipping. Enraged.  “Grieve?” She takes a deep breath, though it's more like a gasp than anything else. More than anger, it's panic.

“You think I'm a lost cause,” She accuses. “Don't you?” Her eyes dart to and fro between his similarly luminous irises.

He returns to his feet as well, hands our in a non-threatening gesture. “No, no, Miyu-”

“I thought you would understand,” She says, and it's more to herself than anything else. She flinches back when he inhales to speak, dipping into a low, formal bow out of habit for the version of herself seen dead centuries ago. “Thank you for-”

“Miyu-”

She won't look him in the eye, her downcast irises illuminating fresh tears on her face. “... I'm sorry to waste your afternoon.”

He takes a step forward and she bolts, so distraught she leaves her Ghost no alternative but to transmat her sword and follow.

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[#TBT] SNCJ Secret Santa 2012

Another Thursday, another throwback! This week’s throwback is from 2012′s iconic round of SNCJ Secret Santa. SNCJ Secret Santa is a fic exchange where each writer is randomly & anonymously assigned to write for one another, so everyone receives a gift! 

NOTE: To access the fics, you gotta log in & go to https://sncj-santa.livejournal.com/ then click on the icon with 4 arrows to ‘Join Community’ (see image below)

wonderstruck; this night is flawless

Author: EUPHORIAS Genre: High school!AU, Slight!angst, Smut Rating: NC-17 Word Count: 6,694 words Summary: Jongin falls in love under a freckled sky, and Kyungsoo was the well-worn path that led him back home.

When your soul embarks

Author: PERFECT_KEY Genre: ABO!Verse Rating: PG Word Count: 2,012 words Summary: It wasn’t romantic, it wasn’t a fairytale ending he had wanted, but Kyungsoo found himself falling for Jongin all the same. There was just one thing, he had always been a dominant, and all of a sudden, he wasn’t.

Overspilts (or, This is How We Étendre)

Author: TRIPMEE Genre: Ballet!AU, College!AU, Smut Rating: NC-17 Word Count: 11,259 words Summary: Kyungsoo is kind of small with huge eyes and a bright smile and he’s just so cute.

W'O'W

Author: ANTICOMMUTE Genre: High school!AU, Thiefs!AU, Hybrid!AU Rating: PG Word Count: 6,300 words Summary: Wherein Jongin moonlights as a cat burglar and Kyungsoo’s secret identity is a rabbit.

Music in Our Veins, Movement in Our Hearts 

Author: RIBBONSONG Genre: Street dancers!AU Rating: PG Word Count: 2,692 words Summary: They were both gravitated to dance, and dance, has unfortunately or not, gravitated them towards each other.

After All, Nothing is Painless 

Author: AURICS Genre: Angst, Romance, Rating: PG-13 Warnings: Major character death Word Count: ~14k words Summary: Pain will find a way to slip through, even when your body tries to shut it out.

so fill to me the parting glass, goodnight and joy be with you all

Author: BEEFBALLS Genre: Zombies & apocalypse!AU, Angst, Smut, Romance  Rating: NC-17 Word Count: 8,800 words Summary: Dates don’t run on the calendar, time doesn’t run on the clock. They determine the seconds, minutes, hours, days on lips to lips, on skin against skin.

Cross My Fingers, Hope to Die

Author: VANICOLA  Genre: Angst, High school!AU Rating: R Warnings: Self-harm, Cussing, Talks of suicide Word Count: 5,719 words Summary: Count the specks of cool grey on the ceiling.

A Holiday Folly

Author: K_OMOREBI  Genre: Crack, Fluff, Romance, Non-AU Rating: PG-13 Word Count: 6,100 words Summary: EXO plans a Christmas Cook-off showdown between M and K, but can the K team deliver once their star captain, Kyungsoo, refuses to help them?

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