#it just hurts I can’t lose him we’re so fucking close he’s the only person that knows who is my delusion of grandeur so in turn their only

[sodamnradd]

Hogwarts had fucking outed them.

Of all the people to stash in the bottom of the lake for Draco to rescue, they had chosen her.

She was wet and shivering, pale as a sheet, balled up in his arms.

Lucius was somewhere in the audience. Reporters snapped photos rapturously. Draco could feel Pansy’s eyes burning holes into his back from somewhere in the stands. It was too late to feign indifference. To pretend it had all been a fluke, that Draco had merely rescued the first person he could get his hands on in the Merfolk Colony.

Hermione’s icy fingers dug into his sides.

“You’re safe,” he murmured against her damp forehead. “I’ll never let anything happen to you.”

Pomfrey bustled over. Blankets stacked in her arms. Draco wrapped one around Hermione’s shoulders as Pomfrey cast a Warming Spell. He rubbed Hermione’s arms over the blanket.

They’d left her down there for hours.

Fuck this tournament.

“I’m quitting.”

Hermione’s eyes darted up. “You can’t.”

“How did they even know…” He stopped short, aware they were in public.

Hermione merely answered: “The Room of Requirement.”

After receiving an earful from his father, his ex, and a Howler from Narcissa, Draco slipped through the stone archway into their little sanctuary.

She was already there, bathed in firelight, cheeks flushed with colour again. She wore a thick knit jumper two sizes too big, his Slytherin one, and knee-socks. A textbook lay open in front of her.

“Rough day?” she teased, but he noted the tightness in her eyes. Hermione wore her heart on her sleeve and Draco knew every heartbeat.

“How are you?”

Before she could reply, he cupped her chin and kissed her hard on the mouth. She slipped into his lap, and he held her tightly, like they might steal her away again.

His stomach lurched, remembering.

“Better now.” She kissed the hollow beneath his jaw. “The Gillyweed worked.”

He didn’t want to talk about the second task. “I don’t need the accolade or the Galleons.”

“We’re so close to winning. You can’t give up now.”

“They hurt you.”

“I’m fine.”

“Stop.” He envisioned her ghostly figure, curls plastered to trembling arms, the knobs of her spine like pale marbles in the low-back swimsuit.

She nudged his cheek, meeting his gaze. “If you forfeit, I lose too.”

She was right, of course. Draco’s name had been drawn from the goblet, but Hermione had been with him every step of the way. Her cleverness had not only kept Draco alive, but also at the forefront of the competition.

When he didn’t respond, she added, “I’ll help Viktor win if you back out.”

“Granger,” he growled. She knew how Draco felt about Viktor and his stupid moony eyes that did nothing but track Hermione all day long. Low blow.

“The tournament is ours.” She clasped his hand. “It’s just as much my victory as it is yours.”

What could he say to that?

He’d never expected Granger to lead him to the dragons the night before the first task. Weasley had told her. And she’d told him. He didn’t know why she did it, but it shifted something between them. A tension that sparked last year and imploded into this unfathomable, precious partnership.

He was pretty sure he loved her.

And Malfoy men never said no to the women they loved.

“I’m assuming that’s research for the next task?” He motioned towards her textbook.

“Duelling spells. I’ll practice with you.”

He brushed his knuckles against her cheek and lowered his gaze, resigned. “Whatever you want, Granger.”

(593 words, photo prompt from twitter)

#sodamnrad #dramione #draco malfoy #hermione granger #draco x hermione #dhr #dramione drabble #drabble #sodamnraddrabbles

[dwaekkiforpresident]

Hi I saw you take requests rn sooo, here is one:

what about Lee know having a crush on reader but he is so overwhelmed and just scared of being with her because well he is who he is and he is also just scared of getting hurt or being taken advantage of. He doesn’t know her for too long just like a friend of a friend. He knows reader likes him too but is way too shy and timid to approach him because she thinks she doesn‘t have a chance.

He tries to distance himself and gets really cold towards her and she just asks herself if she did something wrong and is really hurt and sad. Idk someone is fed up with him and tells him how she is feeling and reassures him or something (idk you can make it really dramatic if you want lol) and he tries to make it right with her and confess to her how he is feeling…idk💕

i’m gonna lose it i was just getting over a seungmin brainrot and now it’s gonna be minho urghjssjsmxajxmxnxm

realistically, i don’t think minho would open up easily. it scares him when he realizes he’s caught feelings so quickly. he’s not even your friend! changbin introduced the two of you only a few weeks ago! it confuses him beyond belief because, well, why would he fall for someone he hardly knows?

he takes a huge step back to protect his own feelings so why does he hurt more?? he misses you being close to him. he misses your poorly hidden glances and starry eyes when the two of you spoke. he knows you liked him too, he couldn’t fathom why. if you had asked, he would do anything to make you his.

being separated should give him a sense of security and stability, knowing his heart is safe from harm so why oh why can’t he sleep?

as he distanced himself physically, he distanced himself emotionally. he’s not a cold person to his friends but to you, in his mind, he has to be. it stings like hell on both sides. he wants nothing more than to hold you close to him and never let you go, but he knows he’s fallen dangerously quick for you. he can’t risk the pain.

changbin’s heard enough of your sad tone and quite frankly, seen your face drop anytime you see minho dad too many times. he goes off on minho, telling him to stop being a coward and embrace his feelings.

minho thinks he’s been lied to when changbin tells him how you feel. it’s not like he didn’t know, but hearing it from someone else was something else.

minho wouldn’t consider himself a romantic. you beg to differ when he shows up at your door, out of breath.

he begins rambling, telling you that he doesn’t hate you, he’s sorry for being distant, nervously focusing on telling you how he feels like his feelings were stupid.

it’s almost painful having to watch him talk in mindless circles and before you or him know it, you’ve got his head in your hands, your lips against his to get him to stop.

“what…was that for?” he asks in a shaky whisper, his hands by his sides in uncertain.

“you wouldn’t stop talking long enough for me to tell you that i like you too. a lot,” you tell him in the same level of voice he used, understanding why he was so nervous to even talk to you. there’s no time for more words as this time, minho wraps his arms around you and kisses you back. god, how be never wanted to stop.

- - - -

MISSED MESSAGES FROM “Binnie >.<“

Binnie >.<: where the hell are you

Binnie >.<: is minho there??

Binnie >.<: hello???

Binnie >.<: son of a bitch he is isn’t he

Binnie >.<: istg you better let me know if he hurts you

Binnie >.<: yall better use protection i’m not ready to be an uncle

You: SHUT UP WE’RE TALKING

Binnie >.<: talking?? with no words???

Binnie >.<: wrap it before you tap it

You: i swear to fucking god…

#lee know #stray kids #skz x reader #skz scenarios #skz imagines #skz fanfic #skz #lee know drabbles #lee know fluff #lee know thoughts #lee minho #seo changbin #best friend changbin #have i redeemed myself yet #dwaekkiforpresi. asks :)

[sunlightmurdock]

Oh girly (gn), all I'm thinking now is apocalypse Jake being so stressed and angry that he got her pregnant and the two having a big fight and she storms off, and then he follows, just in time to save her from something (a diseased or just a crazy survivor) and they would just be so glad to have each other and Jake would feel so guilty all over again, but they have a heart-to-heart and work things through... Sorry, I'm getting carried away, so sorry didn't mean to tread on your toes!!! This apocalypse au is just so exciting!!!!

Ooof, yeah I feel like the first time she tells him she’s pregnant could have been in the middle of the run or something. Like maybe he she has a cramp or she isn’t feeling good and he’s grilling her on it because mysterious illnesses aren’t a good sign these days, and she just blurts it out. “I’m pregnant, you ass.”

“No, you’re not.”

“I peed on a stick. I am.”

“There’s got to be an expiry date on those things. They’re faulty. You can’t be.”

It goes back and forth until it’s established that you most definitely are carrying his child, and then, Jake seems to snap. He’s panicking, trying to think of ways to get out of this, to stop it from happening — until you tell him that you want the baby.

He just about loses his mind. “Are you fucking crazy?”

Feeling rejected and humiliated, you leave him there by himself and tell him you’re walking home. Of course, he’d never let you do that, but he’s in such a state of shock that he lets you get a head start.

He’s only five minutes behind you, walking through the woods and calling your name. You were too mad to cover your tracks. He slows down, his stomach sinking as he starts to notice a second set of footprints in the mud. Sticking close to the trees, standing mostly on leaves, trying to cover the tracks and confuse whoever might follow. Jake’s not the only one tracking you.

He speeds up, silent now. If someone knows that he’s close by, who knows what they’d do. A branch snaps and he breaks into a run, his heartbeat pounding in his chest. He can’t believe he was stupid enough to let you run off by yourself.

The second that he spots dark clothing through the trees, his gun is in his hand and the safety is off. He gets closer, close enough to see where you end and this person starts. He’s kneeling over you with a knife to your throat. If Jake pulls the trigger, this guy could flinch and you’re gone.

But you spot Jake coming. You see him standing there, gun raised, and you know what to do. You grab the hand holding the knife and twist his wrist backwards, throwing your body in the opposite direction. The shot rings out next to your ear, making your ears ring.

Before you know it, Jake’s scooping you into his arms, checking you for any injuries. “You’re okay, right? — Did he hurt you? Look, at me, did he hurt you?”

You’re staring at his face, eyes brimming with tears.

“Stop, I’m fine, stop it.” You brush the tears hurriedly away and inhale, resting your hand against your stomach. “I need you on my side about this. We’re going to need you.”

#apocalypse dbf!jake #dbf!jake #dads best friend jake #Jake Seresin #Jake hangman Seresin #Jake Seresin x reader #Jake Seresin x you

[yanderemommabean]

Victoria Jenifers Body AU Drabble

((Hiya! I made a little short involving my oc Victoria with the Jenifers Body AU, I hope you like it beans! ))

Victoria hasn’t been the same since that night you two went out. She left in a weird van and came back more cold, and seemingly off. You brushed it off as just your friend being stressed and being her typical bitchy self, but this was too different.

She wasn’t just bitchy and catty, she was cold hearted and bitter. Not towards you, but towards everyone else on campus who she used to fawn over and even crush on. The girls she used to gush to you about are hardly ever brought up anymore and she’s always behind you, hovering, like she doesn’t like the others talking to you.

Sending her a text, you flop in your bed and try to dry the tears on your face. Another person was declared missing and possibly dead, and the whole town was beginning to believe it was the work of a serial killer. You knew him, he wouldn’t hurt anyone and was genuinely a good guy to be around, and it broke your heart that he possibly met the fate of the others.

The killer didn’t seem to have a preference, woman, man, good, bad, they all went missing. The only real lead was they all seemed to have been around the campus or close by, such as at the stores or gas stations. It was seriously stressing you out and you needed Victoria to be there, even if she’s been off and maybe won’t be able to comfort you entirely.

“Oh…poor sweet little thing” Her voice purrs, coming up from behind you and making your body jump. You weren’t expecting her to get here that fast, let alone so quietly. She has a key to your place and everything so why didn’t you hear even the slightest jiggle of the knob or shake of the keys?

Doesn’t matter, you’re upset and you feel so confused and dare you say, isolated. She hardly tells you anything anymore, and during a scary time like this, you need someone who’s open. It might be a good time to bring up what’s been going on not just on the news, but between the two of you as well.

“Something on your mind?” She asks softly, her hand coming to touch your cheek and feel the warm tears still drying on them. Her eyes flashes something cold and sinister for just a second, but you chalk that up to you just being paranoid. “Who made you cry like this? You can tell me. We’re best friends after all”.

You tense, sitting up as you gently shove her away. Her being that close didn’t feel normal anymore. It felt more smothering than it did anything else. “You did, Vic. You…you don’t talk to me anymore. You don’t hang out with anyone like you used too, you barely let me know when you’re doing anything and I feel so left out of the loop! And on top of all of that, when you DO tell me where you are, it’s late at night while a killer’s on the loose!”

The blonde doesn’t say a word, simply staring at you. Fuck it. You can’t stop the tears from falling anyway, and you deserve to know what’s happening!

“If it’s about that stupid drunken kiss we did, I’m sorry! I didn’t want to ever push that boundary! We were just drunk and we can call it a mistake! We don’t have to put up walls and- and- and-“ you start stuttering, breathes shaky and uneven as you spew your feelings out like a child.

You were scared. Scared of losing your closest friend and it being all your fault.

Lost in your own emotions, you feel her yank you closer, hand in your hair as she forces you to face her. You wince as her grip tightens, eyes watery as they stare into hers, silence filling the room. Victorias lips come to press behind your ear as she whispers into it, her other hand circling your wrist as she speaks.

“You’ll understand why I’m doing this. Right now just isn’t the time” she breathes, then nudges the bridge of her nose into your hair to inhale, shoulders relaxing as she indulges in your scent. “You’re a smart girl. I know you’ve seen the shady things as of late. Tell me, pretty girl, why is it when everyone goes missing, I’m the last person they’re often seen with?”.

Your breath gets caught in your throat, eyes widening in horror. Was she really saying what you thought she was? Was she the one who left horrible bloody heaps for the police to find every night?

Her hand comes to slide under your shirt, rubbing your back as she toys with your bra. She smirks at the way you tense and jump, unable to escape her hold as she uses more strength. “Those sweet lips on mine, that night, was a gift I couldn’t imagine handling at the time. When I left with those people…they turned me into something that could. A stronger, smarter, better version of my old self, so I could give you everything you deserved”.

“You’re a killer!”

“Only in the sense of protecting what’s mine at any cost”

“They were innocent!”

“They were trying to take you away from me.” She says coldly, her teeth bared in a snarl as she holds you against her body. You begin to cry once again, this time thinking you were about to meet the same fate as the others. If she was about to kill you, all you ask is that she made it quick.

“You still think I’m human. It’s sweet, really” her voice sounded amused, her hand coming to slide over your stomach and feel the heated skin. “That stupid group turned me into something better. And now…I get to eat the things who get in my way, or try to hurt what’s mine. I guess I’ve been too busy on protecting you that I left you so neglected “ she says with a fake pout to her voice.

Her other hand comes to trace up your neck, wiping away the trail of tears as she feels your pulse under her fingertips. “My poor, needy little Y/N. You must feel like I don’t love you at all, tsk tsk tsk. I’ll have to fix that. But-“ her lips come to tease at your ear again, wicked smile gracing her features as she whispers “I’m going to give you a lot more than just shy little kisses. I’m going to devour you”.

((-Mommabean))

#jenifers body au #Victoria my oc #my ocs #lesbian yandere #mommabean #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #female yandere #she’s a lesbian guys

[imminent-danger-came]

So- we all agree that MK will at some point fight his friends.

But what do you think would cause an actual fight to break out? I can imagine a CONFRONTATION. Arguing, a small scale brawl or scuffle. A full blown, all out, cataclysmic battle however? HOW???

Yeah, MK did lash out at Macaque when he was pretending to be Wukong. MK was definitely upset, but the thing that made him want to straight up fight Wukong was Macaque antagonizing him and hitting him where it hurts.

Mei and the real Wukong wouldn’t do that. They love MK too much. And vice versa. I just can‘t imagine them fighting eachother while fully aware.

Do you think it would be a loss of control situation? That MK‘s too powerful to contain? Brainwashing 2.0? Golden Circlet? Someone pretending to be MK and leaving the real one to deal with thr consequences? I‘m just listing all the different tropes at this point oof

Or do you have a specific scenario in mind that you think could realistically happen or hope for?

So! I think it'll be a combination of a loss of control, good ol' fashioned manipulation, and MK learning something that pushes him over the edge.

Like, you know in 4x13 where MK says things that distinctly don't feel like MK—"We'll alright then", "Oh there's nothing mindless about me friend"—and he's smiling and very much unhinged, and it's all kinda scary? I feel like there's gonna be a lot more of that next season, all aligning with MK and his fate vs what he actually wants. Like:

Subodhi: “Who or what you are, even I do not know the answer—but of one thing, I am certain: fate has plans for you! Great plans, or foul? Time will tell.” MK: "I- I can't be! I'm just MK!" Subodhi: "The Monkie Kid?" MK: *Gasps*

(4x06 Show Me the Monster)

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"Great plans, or foul?" - "Remind me how this 'game' is supposed to convince me I'm not destined to turn into an evil monkey demon thing again? Cause every option I pick takes me to this same screen!" - Aka, despite your choices the final outcome is inevitable. MK wants to be MK, but he's also the Monkie Kid, and he can't separate himself from whatever he is—i.e. MK is gonna have to reconcile the different parts of himself, including the parts of himself he refuses to acknowledge.

The conclusion Macaque helps MK come to at the end of s4 is that no one can decide who MK is for him ("Only you get to decide who you are kiddo."), and what I LOVE to point out is that the person who decided who MK is, who he will be, was in fact himself—or at least the curse version of himself:

(*sigh* this wasn't supposed to be super long and then it was. The rest under the cut!)

Curse MK: “Haha, seriously? You still think we’re just some, noodle delivery guy? You can’t remember where we came from, and we got ALL this power, and you never once thought, WHY US? What are we? What is our purpose?”

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Curse MK: “You can’t escape it, this thing, whatever you are, embrace it. Embrace your destiny.”

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Curse MK: "You can see it, can't you? This is your fate. Your friends will turn on you, seeing you for the monster you will become. They will destroy you, harbinger of chaos."

(4x07 Pitiful Creatures)

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It's this interesting mess, where it seems like MK is spiraling towards becoming something else, something he doesn't want to become. So let's add a little check mark next to the "loss of control" box for why MK is fighting his friends next season—I'm not sure he'll be entirely "himself" if you catch my drift (maybe a kinda Samadhi Fire Mei situation, similar to the way she loses control).

Next point: good ol' fashioned manipulation.

So, just like LBD we got another puppet master on our hands, the person who was pulling the strings and released Azure.

AKA whoever the fuck this guy is:

Hooded Figure: "There will of course be an inquiry into how the scroll of memory was stolen in the first place, and what is to be done now that the Jade Emperor has been dethroned. The universe is perilously close to tipping into chaos. If it comes to light that any of this party were involved, you can believe the consequences will be dire—but only a fraction of the price compared to what shall come to pass should you succeed."

(4x14 Better Than We Found It)

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The thing about this guy who wanted Azure to become the Jade Emperor and lose control—perhaps they wanted the Jade Emperor's power without a host so they could use it for their own purposes?—is that we don't know what their plan is, but we can assume it's going to include MK ("Great plans or foul?", MK as a "harbinger of chaos" with this mystery person trying to tip the universe into chaos, etc.—I'd argue they're the next stand in for destiny)

Which gets me to my point: our hooded figure is going to manipulate MK the same way they manipulated Azure, and the same way LBD manipulated MK before, which means gettin' all up inside MK's head. Making him doubt both himself and Monkey King and his friends.

And well, people trying to turn MK against Wukong has had a track record of MK absolutely losing his shit and going into Monkey form before (which admittedly may be the very thing the hooded figure wants):

1.) The very first time MK glitches into Monkey Form is after the curse insists that "We're just like Wukong—a fraud! A trickster! Destructive! Why would our legacy be any different? Actually, no no- the chaos and destruction we'll bring upon the world will make Wukong's past look like nothing."

2.) Then, first time MK fully enters monkey form is after the curse insists that "It's just like the Lady Bone Demon said—all you'll ever do is cause pain and suffering!", which in itself is tied to the words Mei says to Wukong in 3x10 "Don't you see you're hurting the people who care about you the most?" which is ALSO tied to 4x08 with the reason MK decides to run off to begin with—he's afraid of hurting the people he cares about (just like Wukong) and that perhaps he really is only destined to cause pain and suffering.

3.) After 4x07 MK goes into his Monkey Form again in 4x08, but this time it's after Azure tried to destroy MK's faith in Wukong ("Monkey King's a hero he wouldn't just-" "You saw it with your own eyes! His betrayal his brutality, he took the only friends I had from me."). MK really starts to lose it after he learns Azure won't release Wukong from the scroll ("I won't let you take Monkey King away from me again!").

4.) Next, in 4x09, MK starts glitching into Monkey Form after Macaque insults Wukong ("Or, he was just doing his usual Wukong thing and being a lazy peach eating idiot—ignoring all the worlds problems."). It's also directly after MK wonders why Wukong stayed on flower fruit mountain all those years: "You think Monkey King ever felt like this? Maybe that's why he stayed up on this mountain, just having a good time with you guys. You know cause- cause he knew he'd be out of the way where he couldn't hurt anyone he cared about."

5.) Next instance of Monkey Form isn't until 4x13, but I'd argue it's the most relevant of the bunch. For the entire special MK hadn't flickered into Monkey Form once, but he does after Azure starts insulting his loyalty to Wukong: ""After all Sun Wukong has put you through, how much he has let you down, you would STILL meet your fate trying to protect him? He doesn't deserve such loyalty, yet you insist on learning the hard way, just as I did. I should have never trusted the Monkey King! The false sage, equal to NOTHING!"

And then after this we have the scariest instances of Monkey MK I ever did see:

MK is ripe to be manipulated in all the wrong ways, specifically around his relationship with Monkey King—and perhaps even his friends if the situation gets bad enough (though I would imagine it being something more like MK trying to leave to protect them [again] and the gang not letting him) (Other side note: there are literally 5 examples of MK going into Monkey Form because of how his relationship/view of Wukong is being called into question, all at the end of s4. That is so many).

I think a la 2x05 and 4x07 MK will also have his perception of himself pushed to it's limits via our new antagonist. So rather than Wukong or Mei antagonizing MK for him to lash out, I'd say our puppet master will be the one to antagonize MK. To push him towards whatever they need MK to be for their plans.

And with that, I'm checking off box number 2 "good ol' fashioned manipulation".

Now onto point number 3, MK learning info that pushes him over the edge (which will be helped by point number 2 and lead to point number 1, FULL CIRCLE BABY).

So the special definitely set up the fact that there's more both MK and the audience don't know about Wukong's past, particularly around Macaque:

Macaque: "Every choice has consequences kid, for someone." MK: "Okay come on man! What happened between you two, for realzies!"

MK: "Seriously! Come on man I need answers!"

(4x11 A Lifetime of Mistakes)

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Oh sweet MK, answers you will receive! They just won't be the answers you want. (The fact that MK is questioning Wukong's past at all, along with the curse saying "We're just like Wukong" as proof they were destructive, leads me to believe that uh, maybe your boy is having some doubts! One of the things MK is specifically upset at Azure about is that the Lion attempted to "turn him against his own mentor". That's all gonna lead somewhere)

Which, the implication is clear:

For undoubtedly some important reason, Wukong had to either kill Macaque or bring him to deaths door. But, MK over there who refused to abandon or hurt Mei even when she was going to burn away reality, who refused to abandon his friends even if it might risk unleashing the curse into the world, might not understand the nuances (hi "good guy" V "bad guy" binary mentality) of whatever happened between Wukong and Macaque.

Lego Monkie Kid is a show where plot points and arcs line up—the fact that MK's faith in Wukong is being questioned, the origin of SWK and Macaque's falling-out is just around the corner, and MK losing control is a very likely possibility, it all means I would be surprised if it everything wasn't going to be acknowledged at around the same time. All these things will build off of one another, and MK is going to spiral HARD (and SWK probably will too. Sorry boys)

The Macaque and SWK backstory alone would be enough I think, or WHATEVER other Wukong past plot points they want to introduce, but we also have the matter of MK's origins—his purpose. Why he was created and why he exists (again that who MK wants to be VS what fate has in store for him, and acknowledging the different parts of himself). MK, without any real knowledge of what he is, already believed that he was destined to bring chaos. Say, MK were to learn that he was either created for such a purpose or was something that caused chaos before (hello EAMK), this would absolutely RUIN MK's perception of himself.

So then combining all of these different problems and the culmination of MK's series long crippling self-doubt/identity arc, we're like, fucked? Honestly I can't imagine MK not having a full blown, all out, cataclysmic battle and breakdown.

There have also been certain things building up from s2 that MK never really talked about with Wukong. MK was willing to punch Wukong in 2x07 (the og "hey MK your mentor kinda sucks" episode). He was clearly hurt by Wukong's decision to leave in s2, Wukong proceeded to lie all through s3, and after Monkey King apologizes to MK in 3x14, he sort of brushes it off:

Sun Wukong: "I know I can never make it up to you. Honestly, I- I never thought I'd live as long as I have let alone be someone's mentor—turns out I'm not very good at it. I guess what I'm trying to say is...I'm sorry MK. For all of it." MK: "It's okay—I can always get another bowl of noodles."

Sun Wukong: "Wha! No! Not the noodles! Ugh! I mean, I'm sorry for being a bad mentor and making you clean up after my mess!" MK: "I know—sometimes I just play dumb to lighten the mood."

(3x14 Destiny Fulfilled) (Crying look at that face full of love. Oh my god. Fuck. Fuck me. How dare I write a meta on why these two are going to fight)

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To me, this scene reeks of MK going "oh thank god things can go back to normal", and then trying to sweep everything under the rug without actually acknowledging or processing anything. He does something similar in 4x11, wanting to brush past Wukong's mistakes and rush to SWK's "path of the good guy" and "good life choices" so that he can move on.

When it comes down to it, MK doesn't want to have any issues with Wukong, but unfortunately there are very much issues. Wukong has tried his best to make amends and be better for MK, but MK isn't letting himself heal. He's running from himself, and he wants to pretend things are much simpler than they are.

And, once MK is forced to come face to face with how complex and messy both himself and Wukong are? I am expecting that kid to break and an all out fight to emerge. SWK V MK, Mentor V Student, Monkey King V Monkey Kid.

But, because Wukong is Wukong, he's not going to be able to go all out against his student (he couldn't even go all out against Macaque or Ne Zha), which, with how powerful MK is, that's not going to go well. That's where the gang steps in—they're going to have to try and put a stop to MK, and get him to see reason, to come back to himself. "Mend the fracture between [him]self and Wukong" if you will. Perhaps even Samadhi Fire Part 3 if we're lucky.

Or at least that's how I imagine it could go down!

#this turned into a “why SWK V MK is gonna happen” meta #woops #tldr: people will fight next season because they are absolutely miserable #just being put through the wringer #SWK V MK #lmk #lego monkie kid #monkie kid #lmk MK #lmk SWK #lmk meta #the light is no mystery #asks #god my poor legos #just so miserable all the time

[onlyswan]

wide-eyed | jjk

summary: i think you should come live with me, and we can be pirates, then you won’t have to cry.

> angst!!! fluff / wc: 1.4k

> warnings: oc’s father is abusive— mentions of alcoholism and physical abuse, bruises, blood, wounds. please be mindful of these before reading.

note: hi it’s me and my occasional short heavy angst most often sparked in the middle of listening to music, specifically seven by tswift this time.

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“have a baby? get married? and work several jobs? at our age?” you almost scream through tears, eyes so blurry you can only make out the outline of jungkook’s figure kneeling infront of you on the edge of his twin-sized bed. the faint orange light of his dying desk lamp illuminates the wretched scene unfolding in the eerie quiet of the night— of two lovers trying to navigate the untold horrors of life with an extreme sandstorm blindsiding them.

“my father won’t kill us, but poverty will. and i am not using an innocent child as an escape just to give it that kind of life. i won’t, jungkook. i won’t. the guilt won’t allow me to live with myself.”

“then let’s just run away. we don’t have to make up a reason and have a baby. let’s just-” he swallows down the ever growing lump in his throat, and it’s almost laughable, how it makes his heart heavier in turn. “let’s just leave this fucking place.”

“we’re seventeen.” you say the words as if it’s a curse. to be old enough to differentiate right from wrong; to be old enough to want to fight against the cruelty you’re being unreasonably subjected to— but not old enough to do that just yet. but still, still old enough to know that running away will only string along more problems that will reduce your being into a speck of dust that can only be seen through sunlight. unseen. unheard. lifeless. floating aimlessly. so small, miniscule- it’s untouchable.

if it’s only you, it doesn’t sound too bad to exist without meaning. in truth, there is liberating bliss emerging from your veins when you think about it extensively. but, jungkook- your sweet and bright jungkook. he has a beautiful future ahead of him, and your stomach turns at the thought of him tarnishing that in the name of love, and regretting it years later once he outgrows you.

for now, the thought of running away will remain tempting until you develop the ability to walk away. for now, your father will continue to chug down alcohol, and you will be there to catch his fist when he comes home. for now, this is where you belong. for now, this is painful, but it should be enough. you, and jungkook, his personalized first-aid kit, and the crescent moon outside his half-opened window.

“i will endure. let’s make something of ourselves first, and i will endure until then. i can’t-” you hiccup, wiping away your tears with heel of your palm. “i can’t lose my education. it’s the only hope i have for myself. and you- you have a good life. i won’t let you drop everything for me. i love you. i won’t- i won’t let you do that.”

jungkook tightly grips the tube of ointment in his closed fist, the egdes of it digging into the skin of his palm. it stings, but it is nothing compared to the pain you experience on a regular basis.

he drags his fingernails upwards to desperately squeeze out some more ointment from the thin and crumpled tube. it’s not too long ago, the last time he bought it. and that realization triggered something in him to convince you with his irrational ideas to save you from the hell you call home, the monster you call a father.

he anchors himself using his knees, straightening himself up to press a soft kiss on the fresh bruise on your cheek. “i’m sorry. i wasn’t thinking straight again. i was too angry. and scared. i’m sorry. i’m sorry. shh-shhh, i love you.” his index finger replaces his lips, spreading the ointment on the red bruise blossoming on your skin. it hurts him to see any bruise or wound, but when it’s your face, it doesn’t only feel like a punch in the gut- it’s his heart being brutally snatched out of his chest.

“i’ll work even harder. maybe i’ll find a way to get you out of there sooner without sacrificing your studies.” he blows on it lightly, lips forming a perfect ‘o’. “uh, we should try applying for scholarships. then we can take it from there.”

“scholarship,” you mumble quietly, eyes still unfocused. your sobbing has stopped, and your boyfriend brushes away your stray tears. “we should. our grades are high, there’s a chance. i’ll work harder too.”

he unconsciously watches your lips move as you speak, and his jaw clenches when his eyes fixate on the cut on your lower lip, inflicted only two days ago.

“will you come live with me then?”

“jungkook-”

“my mother adores you.” he interrupts, and his words verge on an anguished prayer. “and i think she knows, but she just doesn’t want to cross her boundaries. she will be happy to have you.”

your tongue darts out to wet your lips, biting your lower lip as a mannerism. the familiar metallic taste touches the tip of your tongue before it spreads, and you swallow it down unwittingly. “if we get a scholarship?”

“you, or me, or both.” he replies, comfortingly squeezing your hands in his. “we’ll make it work no matter what.”

it sounds like a plan. it sounds like you’re only convincing yourselves. it sounds optimistic in pure jungkook fashion. the word if dies down on your tongue, but it dances inside your head. if. only if.

despite of this, it’s still worth living for. the two-letter word carrying the weight of flickering hope from two worlds apart. and so, you meet his eyes with devotion swimming in yours.

“okay.”

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once again, you awake at dawn. the dark night sky has turned a recognizable blue, and as usual, your day begins earlier than the others’. you need to rush home and pretend to be asleep on your mattress before your father wakes up looking for you. if he doesn’t find you in the house, he’d drive around the entire town with a hangover. if he catches you awake, you’d have to prepare breakfast while hearing him spew out more of his infamous backhanded apologies that your mother had more than her fair share of. you just never understood the reason why you had to be the one to take her place— ‘because your father hates to be alone.’

but you are your parents’ child, after all.

because jungkook is asleep with a halo over his head, basking in the temporary peace of knowing that there is nothing in this room that could harm you. he is steadily breathing against your neck, arm loosely wrapped around your waist. you embrace him tightly as you give his temple a soft kiss, so feather-light your lips almost only ghost over his skin.

over and over again, you leave behind the person you treasure the most.

you carefully move jungkook’s head over his pillow, before replacing your torso with the pillow you used. the one enveloped in the pillowcase adorned with the little twin stars that you claimed to be rightfully yours. he shifts and swallows to remedy his dry mouth, burying his face into the pillow as if it’s still your neck he is nuzzling in.

just like yesterday’s morning scene, you ponder between the door and the window with bated breath. but when you hear his brother stumbling through the front door from another rager, you find yourself barefoot on the roof.

you don’t look back to steal one last loving glance, because you know that you’ll come back tonight, craving to be held in his arms again.

because just like your father, you, too, hate to be alone.

but jungkook does. he flips to the other side, still embracing your pillow, to watch you leave. his eyes flutter open and shut, trying his damn hardest to make out your figure with his teary vision before you completely disappear. the only traces of you lie on his bed, and the blood on the gauze, and the ripped packages of band-aids on his desk. sometimes he can’t bear to throw them away because he’s scared shitless that you might not come back. there are so many reasons for you not to- fuck, to not be able to.

he makes his wish to the remaining visible stars hanging on the sky, before falling back into the rabbit hole of dreamland, where all is good and well and fears do not eat you alive.

#jungkook #jungkook angst #jungkook drabble #jungkook scenario #jungkook imagine #jungkook fic #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #bts fluff #bts reaction #jungkook fluff #jungkook smut

[arc1t3ct]

More on Sigma since yall ate up the last post tysm guys (*´꒳`*)

Anyways as I was saying Sigma has done some shit that proves he’s not a UwU baby and here I’ll explain to you more. 

Sigma, unlike the rest of the DOA doesn’t want to just jump to violence, that’s not his thing since he knows his ability really isn’t meant for combat. Though he will still do it as seen multiple times. It also never once says he regret hurting/killing multiple innocent civilians. “Oh but Dazai said he didn’t see Sigma as a terrorist at all 🥺🥺 therefore-“ nope. Shut up 😍. Compared to Gogol and Fyodor, Sigma is not a terrorist. He hasn’t done nearly as much as they have, but he still is. Now I’d like to bring attention to the fact that the casino is actually Sigma’s REWARD for the use of his skill. Therefore, due to his part being over in the plan as Dazai said, he had no reason to fight on the frontlines. Yet he still did it to protect the casino, which was being used for terrorism and stuff. Hmmmm…. If he was an UwU innocent baby why would he do this? It’s because he’s not please shut up I’m actually losing in from people acting like that. Just note this past section is only from the first few pages of the 18th novel. We’re no where near close to being done!! Remember when The hunting dogs asked him to shut down that casino? Here is his reaction to that:

I personally don’t think this is how any UwU baby would act… idk just my thoughts. He literally yelled at them, didn’t even try to politely explain why he wouldn’t do that he just told them to fuck off. Now we have Tachihara and Teruko walking along just doing their job (stop hating Teruko for doing her job it makes me so mad) and just getting stabbed by a random civilian. Here we see Sigma, literally making stuff up as he’s using people as literal weapons whilst knowing damn well you’re not supposed to do that. He literally uses the fact that as police Teruko and Tachihara can’t hurt them as a way of ENCOURAGING people to harm literal government figures. He had no hesitation to do that to people, unlike when he hesitated to use the plane on the casino, showing that at this point he is valuing a CASINO over HUMAN LIVES (B-but the casino is his home 🥺, ok and? Would you manipulate innocent people into literal weapons to protect your house? I don’t think so) It’s important to note that this is the only thing Sigma really owns, so he is defending it in a state of panic. It still gives him no right to do such things though. No I’m not trying to make Sigma sound like a bad person he’s my favorite bad character and it physically hurts to see all the mischaracterization I cry myself to sleep bc ppl r like this. As Fyodor said: “You won’t find a scarier thing in the world than a common man who is desperate” and we know that bc sigma said “If it’s for the casino I’ll do anything” here’s a little reminder:

Now yeah he was having a little breakdown about it, like who wouldn’t. Can someone not show emotion without being called UwU soft? Seriously? If you were in that situation I bet you’d want to spring outta that room crying too. And yet here we are, he’s still using on and you know how? He’s shooting at Teruko with big ass guns. I don’t think owning those is legal in the slightest. 

(Pardon the fact its in Russian I got this off of Pinterest) 

This is not legal. Firing these is not legal. And here is the most important part. The sonic gun and this is gonna be in bold bc it’s one of my leading points He showed no hesitation to kill Teruko in one of the most painful ways for a hunting dog to be killed. He forced her to puncture her eardrums as a last result of survival, as he says “This is all apart of the plan” showing that he planed ahead of time to try and kill a hunting dog. This is not something someone who is innocent would do in the slightest. He is well prepared to kill someone without regret. He decided to save a casino instead of his self, and attempted to take Teruko down with him. 

And then we get to the part when he gets saved by Atsushi. He says he didn’t mean to stab the chief. Ok fine he didn’t mean to do that, but he still did it even if he regretted it. Can people not show regret for their actions? Goddamn ok. Also the way he spoke to Gogol- that’s not innocent at all he was downright hating on him. “I hate dealing with this decay member the most” bro even was like: Why didn’t you die man. In no way in his speech does he act soft at all I can’t see how you people got that. Maybe it was from his confused reaction? Or something. And just know this it only the 18th novel I’ve covered so far. I’ll do more in a later part :3 but anyways thanks for reading this I hope both sides of ur pillow are cold and I hope this helped you understand sigma better!! 

#bsd #bsd sigma #sigma bungou stray dogs #stop mischaracterizing him

[ourflagmeansgayrights]

thinking abt when my mom finished ofmd and she was like “but why did ed do all that??” and i literally could not give her a short answer bc there’s just so many reasons ed goes back to blackbeard

blackbeard always wins. he can’t lose. blackbeard is safe from harm, blackbeard is ed’s armor against the world. maybe if he goes back into that shell, hides all his emotions behind closed doors, he won’t get hurt again.

we’re not those kinds of people. we never will be. ed isn’t made for soft things. ed doesn’t get to enjoy the smooth feel of silk. he doesn’t get to share in stede’s world. it’s time to stop pretending and go back to who the world says he’s allowed to be.

i serve blackbeard. edward better watch his fucking step. izzy has already brought down the english navy on ed for not being the person izzy wants him to be. ed saw the look in izzy’s eyes when ed pinned him to the wall; what else will izzy do? what else will izzy take from him if ed doesn’t give him what he wants? how far will izzy go to make ed into a monster? better to give in now, before izzy hurts him any more.

hey eddie, come give us another song! the last time people asked him to perform a song for them, they ended up laughing him out of the dining room. the cheering and chanting from stede’s crew is too familiar, too close to a still-healing wound. how can he trust these people to not laugh at him? trying too be liked is too risky, it’s better he goes back to being feared.

i am the kraken. stede left him at the dock. stede decided he didn’t want him. and why should he? he’s a killer, he’s a monster. he signed his life away for stede, and it wasn’t enough. nobody seems to want edward, not stede, not izzy, not british, not the world. the crew only wants edward so they can laugh at him. fine, then. he’ll stop trying to run away. he’ll stop trying to be something he’s not. he’ll give everyone what they want: the most fearsome pirate history’s ever seen

#ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd meta #edward teach #edward teach born on a beach #s1e10 #og #meta #txt #mine #anyway ed is my babygirl he’s never done anything wrong ever in his entire life

[chaotictarlos]

Fic Pride Friday

thank you yo @bonheur-cafe for the lovely tag

Who is she? Making a banner? Participating in a fandom fic tag game after months? Crazy how much motivation and time I have now that I'm not stressing over classes and just have to do my job. I've only picked a few fics to highlight here but you can read anything I've written HERE

THE LOFT || TK and Carlos decide that they're going to stay home for their honeymoon instead of going someplace else.

Carlos gives TK a look that seems like he wants to argue but then apparently he thinks better of it and sighs, looking down at their clasped hands. “I’ll never be able to thank the universe enough for putting you in my path,” Carlos says. “I don’t think there is any other person who would put up with all of this and stay or even find excuses to justify it all.” “Being with you isn’t ‘putting up with all of this’,” TK says. “Supporting you, loving you, caring about you is so far from ‘putting up’ with things. You’re not a burden for me Carlos, you’re the love of my life and I’m committed to being here with you and helping you through everything that life throws at you. We’re a team and we face things together.”

[REDACTED] || TK posts a picture that certainly gets Carlos' attention.

“I know why you posted the photo,” Carlos says as he flicks the toy on. He turned it onto his lowest vibration before going in search of his phone. Once he finds it - in his pants pocket, of course - he syncs it up with the toy. “You wanted attention and you wanted to make me jealous because you like it when I’m jealous. You know I’ll come home and give you exactly what you need. You know I’ll fuck you hard and won’t stop until you forget about everybody else who’s given you attention because their attention doesn’t matter. At the end of the day what matters is the attention I give you and the way I fuck you. You know that nobody in that phone would ever be able to satisfy your needy hole. Nobody knows how to handle you like I do.”

You took the best of my heart and left the rest in pieces || An exploration of emotions. The Breakup Era from Carlos' POV

There was no comfort to be found when he was basically told that the love of his life had a big chance of dying. He knew that TK was strong, that he was a fighter, but how many times could someone brush close to death and come back? His mind reminded him that TK had died before he was brought to the hospital and it was only because of Nancy and Tommy that he was even still around to struggle and slowly slip out of his fingers. He wasn’t sure if he would have preferred for TK to die out on the scene, to get the call and have his heart ripped out of his chest all at once, or to be where he was at the moment with TK so close, yet so far away and slipping further with each breath he struggled to take.  “Why?” Carlos asked out loud. He lifted his head and looked up, staring at the cross above. “Why can’t I have him?” All through their relationship, there had been ups and downs - more than Carlos had ever faced in a relationship before. TK always ran away from him and Carlos was dumb enough to keep doing the chasing. He saw so much in TK, loved him as a whole person, that he wanted to chase him, even if it meant that he kept getting his heart broken. “Hasn’t he suffered enough? Haven’t I suffered enough? Why does he keep ending up here? Always fighting for his life?” Carlos asked, voice barely above a whisper because he didn’t trust it not to break. “TK is a good man. He doesn’t deserve to always fight for his life and be so scared of losing everyone that he runs away from love and happiness. He doesn’t deserve the hand that he’s been dealt.” Carlos was frustrated and hurt, wrapped up in a ball of pain that hadn’t gone away since TK had walked out of their loft four months before.  Now that pain was bigger, consuming him in more ways than he had ever thought possible. He continued to talk, to plead, to beg with God as he sat there. He was sure that everything he said was going to go unanswered but it still felt good to get some things off his chest and not have someone sitting beside him and try to comfort it all away.  “Please, I’m begging you to let him wake up. Don’t take him from me before I can prove that I’m worthy of him,” Carlos finished. He wiped the remaining tears from his eyes and stood up. 

I don't know who's been tagged so sorry for tagging you again. I also don't know who to tag since I've been away for so long so if you want me to tag you in things let me know.

NPT: @kiloskywalker @paperstorm @thebumblecee @cowlos-reyes @mooshkat @detective-giggles @sanjuwrites @lightningboltreader @liminalmemories21 @lemonlyman-dotcom @bonheur-cafe @carlos-in-glasses @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut

#fan fic pride #fan fic #tarlos #tk x carlos #tk strand #carlos reyes #911 lone star #fic pride friday

[ciaossu-imagines]

Could you do some kind of comfort headcanons for Yata? His s/o recently lost a relative and even though they weren’t especially close to this relative, they’re still really upset about it. The circumstances, the age of the relative and the fact that they know how torn up about it the family undoubtedly is is just all so horrible and the relative was just a generally nice person so it just hurts. Anything’s fine. Thanks a bunch in advance.

Of course I can, my dear!! I cannot say, again, just how sorry I am for you and how many hugs I send your way. Though it’s not much at all, I really hope these help even a little bit.

Okay, but I do believe that how Yata handles this is really going to depend on the Yata we’re really talking about because it really is going to differ quite dramatically. If this is the Yata pre-Totsuka death, it’s a completely different story because I really don’t think that Yata had much experience at all with death and grief. Once Totsuka, and then Mikoto dies, that Yata is much more familiar with those emotions and has personal experience handling grief, so how he’ll deal with his partner losing someone will change.

Pre-Totsuka Yata is definitely going to take the news hard. He’s someone who gets really invested in his partner’s life, including their family, so he’s definitely heard of this person before, even if he never met them because his partner wasn’t particularly close to them.

Even just hearing about the death of celebrities he really likes bums Yata out and pisses him off, so someone he has a little more personal connection to, even if it’s just through his partner, it really hits too close to home for Yata and he’s really affected by it. But he doesn’t really know how to act. He has no experience other than this.

He desperately wants to say the right thing for his partner. He wants to do something, anything, to make them feel at all better, but he doesn’t know what to say or do and it makes him so frustrated. It makes him feel useful, impotent, worthless.

There’s a lot of him taking little breaks, telling his partner that he’s just going to get them their favourite snack or drink (which he does), where he’s just so worked up because fuck, he can’t do anything for them, and he resorts to punching a wall or hell, even some other person he picks a fight for just to let that anger and frustration out.

I will say, both pre-Totsuka’s death and post-Totsuka’s death, Yata is never someone who will shame his partner for crying. If they need to cry because this is really sad and it doesn’t seem fair at all for the world to take someone so young, Yata will encourage them to cry. He’ll sit beside them, arm wrapped around them, hugging them into his body and he’ll just let them cry. Hell, he might shed a few silent tears beside them. He’ll listen if they want to talk and he’ll do the only thing he can think of – just be there for them.

Now, after Yata has had experiences with grief and death through Totsuka and Mikoto, I do think he’s a little better with the knowing what to say and do. He doesn’t have that same anger and frustration because he doesn’t know what to do or say. He kind of does now.

He’ll, of course, still be there for his partner as much as he can be and he’ll still let them cry, listen to them, and all that. But he also offers solutions and suggestions that helped him get through his grief. He’ll find little things to help distract them, things he knows are easy on their mind and won’t require too much mental energy. He’ll make sure they get outside so they shut themselves up because he found it a lot easier to deal when he was regularly getting outside. He’ll look at photos of their relative with them, go with them to the funeral, and let them vent when they need to.

#replies #k project #project k #k headcanons #yata misaki #headcanons #x reader

[sibsteria]

Shock Value (Bam/fem!Reader/Johnny)

Warnings: drug use, heavy drinking, nudity, major angst, little fluff

Part Three

Masterlist

“A word.” She looks him deep in the eyes, or at least as much as she could focus on them.

With all the questions swirling around her, she could only think of one thing to say.

“Why?”

There’s a silence, a silence in a room with music blaring louder than a bomb.

He nods to the patio doors, now swung open midst the massacre.

Her heart is clutching itself, squeezing up to her throat. With everything in her system, she could not think clearly.

“Uhm.” She takes a few broken steps, leaving Bam’s arms.

“Wait.” A slightly annoyed voice makes her turn around. “Take this.” Bam has shrugged off his jacket, holding it out for her to use.

“Thanks.” She looks, adoringly, even if she doesn’t notice it- it’s there.

“Hurry back, we still got dares to do.” He tries to give her a comforting smile but it’s strained and awkward.

“Absolutely.” Johnny tries to take her hand but she moves it away, walking with a vigour to the roof entrance.

The walk is slow, quiet, no one says a word.

She pulls on his warm jacket, soothed by the smell.

The air is snapping at her exposed skin like a fly swat.

“I-”

“What the fuck are we doing, Johnny?”

He can’t…speak.

“Yeah sure, the sex is fucking phenomenal but when we aren’t fucking we’re fighting.” Tears are biting at her, trying to fight their way to the surface.

“I’m sorry, I-”

“Oh, you’re sorry. Big whoop. Johnny Knoxville can’t keep it in his pants and he’s sorry.”

He’s taken back, she’s never been this…honest.

“They meant nothing! They never fucking did!”

“That doesn’t make it any better! ‘Makes it worse…I’ve tried for so long for you to open up, to let me in. I wanted to be someone to you, for you.” The tears break free, hot and singing her cold cheeks.

“I know, I know! I want that too.” He’s laughing at the absurdity. Too many beers and watching her so carefree is making him feel like he’s losing her.

“Wanted. I wanted that. But I don’t know anymore. I’m realising that maybe we don’t work. We are toxic together, a scary jealous sludge.”

“Then why did you agree to come up here?”

“For clarity, for answers.” Her hand is tightly wound around the buttons of Bam’s jacket, she shrugs.

“What do you need to know, I’ll tell you everything, darlin’.”

She holds in a scoff at the endearment.

“Was I ever enough?” This hangs heavy in the air.

“More than. I didn’t want to fuck up what we had but, I did. I didn’t want to admit that I-”

“You what.” She bites.

“I-” He can’t open his mouth, his lips are glued shut. It’s been more than a minute before she opens her mouth.

“Exactly.”

She slaps her thigh as her hand lets go of the buttons.

“You can’t even say it now, when I’m so close to letting us go.”

“Y/n. Please.”

She stood, thinking for a moment, trying to congregate her thoughts into something conclusive.

“I think I loved you.” The past tense crunches his heart. “I really think I did, I fell fast. You…didn’t. I need to-” She hurriedly motions to the roof exit. Her hand slamming around her mouth, she jogs off, the click of her heels echoing around the open concrete.

He wanted to grab her, run after her.

I love you.

But she was right. This was toxic. He got scared and ran, threw himself into distractions.

But he can’t stop fighting for her.

His head hurts.

Maybe…it will all be okay. Maybe we’ll find our way at some point…down the road. Way down the road.

He scoffs at his inner monologue, when in the hell did his hopes become so suburban.

But he’s gotta hope, she’s the only person who makes him feel drunk when he’s completely sober.

The only hope for him, is Y/n.

Why in the ever living fuck did her let her just walk away.

She’s now clutching her hand against her chest in a hallway, collecting her heart and tears.

Putting sense into her actions.

It was for the best.

#jackass x reader #jackass imagine #jackass #johnny knoxville smut #johnny knoxville imagine #johnny knoxville x reader #johnny knoxville #bam margera imagines #bam margera smut #bam margera imagine #bam margera x reader #viva la bam #bam margera

[wolfmoonblues]

i wrote this on halloween at 4 in the a.m.

fans of my ocs rejoice for cringe fanfic and art i'll never render be upon ye. sketchy illustrations included <3

al/lupa pt ???

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Lupa marches after Al on an empty bridge. The night’s cold, and cloudy, and Al is stopping at the railing with her arms crossed, and the wind buffets her words far apart when she speaks.

"No, I can’t let you follow me. Not again. Not after what happened."

"Al, there’s no way in hell we’re letting you do this alone." Lupa’s cheeks are flushed raw. With her camouflage of bruises and bandages, half-shifted and barefoot, she figures she must look ridiculous; she could care less.

On the other hand, as far away as she stands and wearing a top of only gauze and angel glue, Al radiates a soothing, magnetic warmth. The imprint of her wings markings pulse gold over her back—self-healing.

"Yes the hell there is. Are you hearing me?" Her words snap Lupa back to attention. "You got hurt because of me. I’m doing this by myself."

Lupa snorts. "Whoa, so we’re just uninvited to saving the world from a crazed god? And you somehow have the final say on this? Look at that—you haven’t changed a bit. You’re just as fucking precious about your moral high ground as always."

"It ain’t about that."

"Yes it is." Lupa growls, and continues, "You always have to be the one that takes it that far. You always have to be the hero. Hell, if I hadn’t stopped you just then, you would’ve died a third time! Do you know how insane that is? Al, look at me."

"What?" Al grits her teeth. Lupa knows she’s supposed to care about what she’s saying, and she does, but her words come out petulant and bitter.

"I’m asking you—do you know what it would mean if you died again. No do-overs, no "divine intervention", definitely none of god’s favor. You’ve run out of chances, and where does that leave us, huh? Where does that leave me Al?"

Al holds her hands over her neck, and stares into the ocean below them. Her brows furrow and her lips scrunch and her words come out with barely yoked patience.

"Lupa…look. I was so close. So close, and without me having to worry about y’all—and without you pulling that dumbass stunt—I could’ve probably gotten him to give in. And I wish you’d just given me the chance to finish it, because now we don’t know where he went, and we have to start all over."

"Giving you that chance would mean you’d be dead for good."

Al groans. "Or he would!"

"Or you both would."

"So what. Because Auris dies for good. I’m one person, Lupa, and there’s nearly six billion more out there."

"Isn’t that worth it?"

"I know my answer. It sounds like a self crucifixion." The bitterness seeps back in, then. "We’ve been with you every step of the way. And now, suddenly, we’re just another one in six billion?"

"No!" And Al snaps now, finally raising her voice, enough for it to crack, "No, you four are everything to me. And I almost saw what it was like to lose you, and I can’t cope with that. I can’t worry about you and Auris at the same time. So I gotta do this alone."

She throws her hands out to the horizon. "Who do you think I’m really doing this for?"

"Bullshit.” Lupa says. “You have at least two other friends. And—and if the world explodes there can’t be anymore Star Trek either."

"Lupa—"

"And you care too much about every stupid person that exists anyways, Doc, you just said so, so don’t pull the best friend discount on us either. I know you. I know who you are. You’d save the world if it was just you and some dipshit you didn’t know from Adam, and you’re the only one of us nice enough to do that. So that’s why we’re going. We want to make sure you’re the one who makes it there."

A long pause, and then, finally, a sigh.

"Lord, you make it so hard to think sometimes. I hate when you do this."

"Do what? Make sense? Care about you? You’re a real fucking nutcase, you know that, right?"

Al stares at Lupa with a gaze so incomprehensible it makes her take a step back. It almost reads as pity, or maybe an apology. The angel leans closer to her, tilts her head.

"You’re bleeding again."

"Aw, shit—" Lupa brings her fingers up to her lips and finds the gash opened and trickling warm. "I thought you patched me up."

"My magic gets weaker the closer I am to him. He drained me a lot." She fishes a band-aid out from her pocket. "Stay still."

Lupa winces when Al’s thumb brushes at her chin, smearing the red away from the wound. "Ouch. Ouch."

"Sorry." Al mutters, absently. Lupa cranes her head back, let’s her eyes roll.

"You know I always hated doctors, right?"

"I know you hate me right now."

The sting of antiseptic—and the comment—hurt more than the wound does.

"Al, I didn’t mean that. And I don’t."

"I don’t understand why you wouldn’t. It’s like I’m taking you all to your graves." Al mumbles. "I wish you could just let me go, Lupa. Let me do this alone.”

She tends to her, but her voice falters to shambles and Lupa can feel her fingers tremble over her jaw. She reaches up to stop her working hand from applying more pressure and stares until Al stares back.

"I’m sorry." And Lupa feels the heat of a stupid confession storm up her throat and temples, steamroll out her mouth before she can stop it. "But if I had to fight him every day for the rest of my life to stop him from hurting you, I would. I would rip into him with my bare hands if I needed to. And if that means I hate you, then I hate you more than anyone else in the whole fucking world right now. I swear it."

And she realizes she’s crying hot and terrible and stupid tears. Al is looking at her like her heart’s been broken into a million pieces. Her thumb still lingers on the corner of her mouth, then, and as if remembering it’s there, she pulls Lupa’s face to hers and kisses her, and for a second every single combative word she very truly planned on saying disappears.

It’s a short kiss—blink, and you miss it, really. Lupa barely lets herself fall into the weight of it, finds the warmth and softness leave her mouth far too soon for her taste. Before she can even close her eyes fully, Al’s leaning back.

"Wait—" Lupa breathes, searches the space between them to find purchase again, but Al’s hand lifts her chin up and tilts it to the side. Lupa doesn’t dignify her with the whine gritting between her teeth. Al’s mouth is smeared now with Lupa’s blood. The gash near the werewolf’s lip is healed—she knows, because Al’s tracing her fingers over it, and it’s smooth. The touch makes her head swim.

"You did not just kiss me to heal a stupid cut."

"Maybe." Al’s eyes flick to hers, and Lupa scowls at the amusement in them.

"Don’t mess with me like that." And she sees a flash of anxiety in the angel’s eyes. "Please, Al. There’s already so much going on as it is."

“Sometimes I wonder how they screwed your head on when you were born.”

"Excuse me?"

"Of course I didn’t kiss you to heal the cut." Al crosses her arms and huffs, "I didn’t…know I could do that." The genuine embarrassment in her expression breaks Lupa down like sugar into coffee, and all the pent-up, angry fear melts into a laugh.

"You’re serious?"

"...Yes."

"Alma, wait,—“ Lupa wheezes, light from the stupid giddy prank of it all. "C’mere. Stop looking like a kicked dog."

Al bows her head and Lupa picks it back up with her hands, and for the first time in a long minute, she smiles wide. “I’m not that mad at you, you know that?”

A moment, and then. "I do. I think."

"Well, I’m not."

Al winces.

"I’m sorry." She says. "I know you don’t hate me. That was a dumb thing to say."

And Lupa realizes suddenly that Al is tired, not only physically, not just from sharp words and tempers, but with an exhaustion in the blood and bones and soul. A burden that makes itself visible only in its weight, and the way it draws cracks of stress into its carriers, in how all the shiny bits that lived in the angel seemed dull, now.

“Don’t worry, it’s not even the dumbest thing you’ve said today today.” She finds herself cajoling now, soft like one is with fragile things. "No, that was when you really thought I wasn’t going to follow you wherever you go."

"I can’t hear you." Al tries to muffle her face into Lupa’s shoulder, but Lupa butts her head to Al’s and holds her gaze.

"Hell or heaven, baby. You can’t get rid of me that easy," she grins, "and you should know better."

For a moment it’s just the sea below then and the throb of the city in the distance and the wind cutting between their faces. Al’s breath rattles, and she lets her eyes close tight. "I’m scared."

"I know."

"Not of Auris."

"No, I know that too."

"Don’t promise me shit, Lupa. Don’t you promise me you’ll be okay. Don’t be stupid. Just stay alive."

"Okay."

"No, don’t promise me."

Lupa laughs, and says, "Yes ma’am."

Al glares at her with a fake annoyance and a very real love and pinpricks of golden tears at the corners of her eyes. She sniffs, and hiccups, in a small voice, "Sorry I kissed you."

The werewolf remembers, and blushes to her ears. "Oh. Right. Well, payback, or whatever. I kissed you last time."

"And it can’t happen again, right?"

"We also said that last time."

"Hm."

"Yeah."

"Maybe if you don’t die."

"I can’t promise you shit, remember?" Al gives her a look, but Lupa continues, merry now. "It’s in God’s hands now, Jinkies."

"I bet you feel real Catholic right about now."

"I think every saint is super jealous of my exact situation."

-

um the end okay byeeeeee

#its okay to rb this btw if you all pinky promise to be nice to me #oc writing #oc art #um idk what the fuck to tag this #hurt/comfort #??? #uh #wlw #writerblr #please dont actually read it writerblr people i have no clue what yall do and i dont want to embarrass myself i just dont know how to tag #this #i will say if i were to animate/script this for tv it would be so much less dialogue #this is to kind of explore all their feelings in this moment #so im not going to mark it as canon so much as just for Fun #nocturnal city #if i know you in real life and you're reading this please respect my privacy and either become my yes man right now or forget you know me

[auber-dee]

I know some of the reactions to Nona have seen it as a bit of filler, but to me it is such and important part of the series because it takes the time to really dig into the themes that Muir’s been weaving throughout the books so far. 

Like, there are really two parts to the book: Nona’s story, and John’s story. Both centre around the idea of learning who this person is and what they’ve done. They’re even presented in parallel to emphasize that similarity. And the central questions are the same ones we’ve been dealing with the whole way through: How strong is love, really? Is forgiveness? Are there some things that can’t be forgiven? That shouldn’t be forgiven? Are you forever defined by your trauma, bound by the mistakes of your past, the ones that made you who you are today? Is it possible to hold onto who you were and still grow beyond what you have been?

In John’s story, he says that once people have seen you a certain way, there’s no going back. They can’t unsee it and you can’t undo it. So really, he was right to edit his friends’ memories, removing their knowledge of what he’d done. It was the only way forward. And obviously that’s awful and wrong of him, but also… the protagonist of Nona is literally amnesiac, and is happy that way. Her lack of memory allows her to have a life filled with hope and love, with family and friendship, that she could never have had as herself. 

The only people who loved Alecto as Alecto were John and Harrow. Everyone who meets Nona loves her, the readers not excepted. And Nona only exists because Alecto lost access to the parts of her(?)self that knew who and what she was. She is, in many ways, proof of John’s point, and we love that for her. We’re sad when she loses it. Nona is innocence, and we mourn her death terribly. 

And then you have John, believing in “no takebacksies” firmly enough to manipulate every single person around him, and what does he actually want more than anything, even though he can’t accept it?

“I still love you.”

So is he right that it’s a kindness to relieve someone of the burden of their memories? Isn’t that the only way we get Nona? We love Nona. But is it truly happiness if you need to lose part of yourself to achieve it? … it’s all very complicated, says Nona the Ninth. But love is there, at the centre of it all somewhere, the good and the bad alike.

And really, that’s at the centre of why I love these books so much. They’re over here screaming “both can be true!” from the mountaintops so loud that you have to practically read them with your eyes closed to miss it. You can try to flatten these characters, reject their nuance, but they resist it at every turn. 

They’re the opposite of a morality play. No one is all good or all bad, always right or always wrong. They’re just people in situations, trying to figure it out like the rest of us. And ultimately, the books have said so far, for as long as you live (and perhaps beyond that) you will be presented with choices. Often, the options will be shitty, choices constrained by terrible forces beyond your control. You will fuck up. You will choose poorly, and you will hurt people. There is no avoiding that. But insofar as we have had heroics in these books, it has always been in those times where a character has chosen to help. 

It’s as simple as that, and it makes me lose it a little every time it plays out on the pages: Try to help the people around you, whenever you can, however you can. That’s what Nona does — who she is — and that’s what John loses sight of, in the end.

(And maybe don’t mind-wipe your friends when you fuck up, because they probably won’t appreciate it if they find out.)

#ntn spoilers #nona the ninth spoilers #i am so very hinged about these books #there’s also something very catholic there about john not actually being sorry #he needs to wipe his friends’ memories because he knows he won’t be able to convince them he wouldn’t do it again #because he would #he doesn’t think he was wrong #and the thing about confession / reconciliation from a catholic standpoint is that you have to mean it or it doesn’t work #knowing you did wrong - repenting - genuinely trying your best to do better in the future #are all necessary parts of the process #and he’s got… 0/3 as far as i can tell #MAYBE 1/3 if we’re being generous #ejg #nona tlt #long post #looooong post

[amatchinwater]

When Trust is Earned

Warnings: nightmares, blood, trauma, PTSD,

Ch 14/14 (Ch 13)

Epilogue (ao3)

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White gauze soaks to crimson as the wound in the Nogistune’s neck stains the fabric wrapping its chin. The features distort, Stiles huffing with blood caking his claws watches as the body before him becomes Theo. Bloody and dying by the chimera’s own hand. Stiles’ lungs constrict and his eyes burn with tears when his knees slam against the concrete floor. His mate gurgles one, final breath and his blue eyes lose their shine. 

“Theo!” Stiles screams, clutching the bloodied fabric of the Alpha’s shirt, resting his head on Theo’s chest as he wails. 

“Stiles!” 

The chimera wakes with a start, sweat coating his skin, his throat replaced with sandpaper. Stiles’ chest heaves, trying too hard to take a proper breath, fill his lungs and expel them. It’s not that hard. He can do this. Hands cup his face, lifting his head until the chimera is looking into Theo’s blue eyes. His mate’s features are soft, caring and gentle. This isn’t the first nightmare either of them have had since being back. Three weeks isn’t really that much time when it comes to healing yourself mentally. 

“You with me?” The Alpha asks quietly, rubbing his thumbs against the chimera’s cheeks. “You’re safe, Stiles. You’re home.” Theo’s eyes demand contact, his words helping slow Stiles’ breathing and heart rate. “I’m right here,” his mate assures, “it was just a nightmare. I’m here, okay? Come on,” Theo grabs one of Stiles’ hands, bringing it to his own chest. “Feel my heart? I’m here, I’m alive. Stiles, you didn’t kill me.” 

The chimera lets out a puff of breath, leaning into the hand still cupping his cheek. “I’m sorry,” he closes his eyes, sighing. Sliding his free hand around the Alpha’s neck, Stiles rests his head against Theo’s. 

“You don’t have to apologize,” Theo scoops the chimera up, curling him in his lap, tucking Stiles under his chin. “Believe me, I get it,” the Alpha rubs Stiles’ back while he speaks, “I know it wasn’t exactly real, but it felt real. It looked real. You are the one person I would never hurt and that place fucked with my head. It fucked with both of our heads. But that’s all it was. In our heads.” 

“I still can’t get it out of my head,” Stiles whines into his mate’s chest, clinging to his skin. Grateful Theo sleeps without a shirt on, the skin to skin contact is settling the weres in the Beta’s chest. “It’s getting better, I know it is. We’re both waking up like that a lot less than before. But fuck, Theo,” the chimera looks up with wet eyes, “how the fuck am I supposed to erase the memory of killing you?” 

Theo smiles softly, delicately brushing the matted hair from the Beta’s forehead, “by waking up. Opening those beautiful brown eyes and seeing me right here next to you and knowing that you didn’t actually kill me. We’ll always be okay as long as we’re together. So wake up from the dreams haunting you and see that’s exactly what we are. Here. Together.” 

“Thank you,” Stiles whispers, a small smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. 

“Always,” the Alpha cups his face, bringing Stiles closer to press their lips together softly. “Want to take a shower and go back to bed?” 

“No,” Stiles huffs, getting out of bed, “I don’t think I can go back to sleep just yet. I feel kind of restless.” The chimera cracks his neck, “I’m pretty sure exhaustion is the only way I’ll be going back to bed.” 

Leaning his head back against the headboard, Theo turns to look at him, “we could go for a run. That always helps clear my head when I can’t sleep. Being my wolf, running through the woods, it’s the best medicine.” 

“You haven’t had the chance to teach me how to shift yet,” Stiles reminds his mate, “and there’s no way I’m running as a human. On purpose. We got lucky that the Hunt wasn’t actually showing up. But still, it’s not like we’ve had a lot of down time. School and helping my dad at the station and looking after the pack,” he smiles, “we’ve had our hands full.” 

Tossing back the covers, Theo rises up to meet him, “so I’ll teach you how to shift.”

“At two o’clock in the morning?” 

“No time like the present, right?” 

Stiles smiles, licking the corner of his mouth, “okay.” He settles his shoulders, shaking out his arms, “teach me,” the chimera says. Theo bites his lip, putting his hands on his hips. “You don’t know how to, do you?” 

“Well, I know how the Doctors taught me,” the Alpha winces, “and I definitely don’t plan on doing that.” 

“What’d they do?” 

“Broke my bones until I was distressed enough that it just happened,” Theo shrugs. 

“They what?!” Stiles shrieks. He always knew that his mate’s upbringing wasn’t the best. But fucking christ. The three people- if you could call them that- were supposed to raise him and more or less take care of him. But all they did was find ways to abuse and torture Theo. It’s really fucking aggravating. “Okay,” he huffs, waving his hands around, “I shouldn’t be surprised and I’m really glad they’re dead or I’d fucking kill them myself.” 

“Hot,” Theo grins devilishly. 

Stiles rolls his eyes at the Alpha, earning him a laugh. “So, how do you shift now? I mean,” the chimera scratches his jaw, “you didn’t break your bones when you turned into your wolf in front of me.” 

“I kind of just,” Theo makes a weird gesture, “do it.” His mate thinks for a minute, “I could try and make you shift.”

“Make me?”

“Betas listen to their Alphas when they use their authoritative voice,” his mate explains. “What if I tried to use my Alpha voice on you? You may be my mate, but you’re also my Beta. It could work.” 

Stiles sputters, “so…you’re just going to…yell at me to shift?” The chimera laughs, “I mean, yeah,” he chuckles again, “go for it. Give me your worst, Raeken.” 

“Take your shirt off,” Theo states. Stiles’ eyes bulge, making the Alpha laugh. “You don’t want to try and get wolf legs out of a t-shirt, trust me." Fair point. The chimera does as told, yanking the thin fabric off and tossing it in the hamper. “Okay,” his mate cracks his neck, stepping closer and putting his hands on Stiles’ shoulders. Staring at him, Theo’s eyes bleed red and he rumbles in his chest, “there’s a wolf inside you, sweetheart, let it out.”

Nothing happens. Stiles doesn’t even feel a tingle. “I think you might need to be a little more assertive-”

“Shift,” he roars, ruby eyes burning brightly in the room.

Stiles shivers, his vision getting a hazy red, his eyes undoubtedly glowing blue. Then he gets warm. Really warm. To the point that he wouldn’t be surprised if there was steam coming off of him. Looking at his arms, gray and black fur is sprouting over every inch of skin and he’s shrinking. Dropping to all fours and staying there, looking up at his Alpha. Dragging his gaze back to the ground, Stiles sees paws and he jumps. 

Literally jumps back and tangles himself in his sweats, all the while Theo laughs.

“You did it!” His Alpha crouches to the carpet to help Stiles out of the clothes. “You are beautiful and not a wolf,” Theo scratches him behind the ears and fucking hell does that feel good. His mate’s words cause the chimera’s head to cock to the side. Not a wolf? "I guess some of the Nogitsune is more prominent than I thought. You're a fox." Stiles’ tongue lolls out the side of his mouth and he rumbles in his chest from the head scratches. “I’m so proud of you,” his mate smiles, rushing up to open his bedroom window. “You ready?” 

Stiles yips, hopping on his front paws. 

“Good thing we’re at my house,” Theo notes looking out his bedroom window. “My window is a lot easier to jump out of than yours.” Very true. The Alpha has an awning outside of his that drops fairly low. Two supernatural creatures can make that jump with ease and not get hurt. “Let’s go,” Theo grins, shifting into his wolf effortlessly. His mate bumps his head with Stiles’, growling softly when the Beta nuzzles his neck. 

Carefully, Stiles hops out of the window onto the awning, waiting for his mate to join him. Once Theo’s outside, the chimera bounds off the edge landing softly in the grass. The moment Stiles’ paws hit the earth, he takes off. Surprised at how easy it is to run on four legs. Like there’s no learning curve to be had, it’s just pure instinct driving him. He wishes he could talk to his mate, but Theo’s right. Listening to nothing but the sounds of the preserve around them and their paws crunching leaves and twigs, Stiles’ head is clearing beautifully. 

No thoughts of the Nogitsune or Void. No flashing images of Theo dying by his hand. Or of his mate blindly killing him thinking he’s not himself. Eichen’s basement is far from the chimera’s thoughts. There’s not a single bad thing on Stiles’ mind right now other than running through the woods with Theo. His mate. The one who came back for him and keeps coming back for him. He has no way of knowing what lies ahead or how long it will take for them to heal. But it doesn’t really matter. 

As long as Theo’s by his side, Stiles will be just fine. 

To make it even better, tomorrow morning, they head for the desert to save Kira and bring her home. Soon enough, their pack will be whole. 

Fin 💚

Thank you to all who've read, I appreciate every one of you!!

#teen wolf #steo #stiles stilinski #theo raeken #theo x stiles #stiles x theo #ao3 fic #Match Writes

[inglourious-imagines]

PROMPT LIST

Hello people! This is my own prompt list! Feel free to send requests! I’m really excited to do this haha

Also, this really took me some time to put it all together so please, if you reblog/use it/etc. give me credit. Thanks!

Update: If you have your own prompt that is not listed, quote or whatever else and you think it’s great, you can send it to me and we’ll see what comes out of it.

1. I fucking hate everyone. But you, you’re the only person I don’t hate.

2. And he looked at me, like there was something in me worth looking at. 

3. Anger makes you stupid. Stupid gets you killed.

4. I’m here. You can talk to me or not talk to me but I’m here.

5. Goddamn right you should be scared of me! 

6. And suddenly, life wasn’t about living. It was about surviving.

7. "-but you’ll die!“ "I don’t care." 

8. I said I’m fucking fine.

9. Don’t you touch her.

10. We sat there smoking cigarettes at 5 in the morning. 

11. Oh! The girl/boy I’ve heard so much about. 

12. No one would hurt you again, or I’d kill them.

13. A cigarette for a thousand problems.

14. I could keep you save. They’re all afraid of me.

15. You look so proud standing there with a frown and a cigarette. 

16. Thank you for loving me when I still tasted of heartache and war.

17. His eyes had more darkness than any other eyes I had ever seen before.

18. You don’t know shit about what happened to me. 

19. This is who we are, a product of war.

20. Looking half a corpse and half a god.

21. I wanna see how you lose control.

22. I look at you and I just love you and it terrifies me. It terrifies me what I would do for you. 

23. "You can’t protect everyone.” “I have to try." 

24. He’s a badass with a good heart.

25. You are losing my interest, and that is very dangerous. 

26. In a fight, they’re lethal. Around each other, they melt. 

27. I wonder which will get you killed faster, your loyalty or your stubbornness.

28. You collect scars because you want proof that you are paying for whatever sins you’ve comitted. 

29. With this smile, I can get away with everything. 

30. I was so stupid to make the mistake of falling in love with my best friend. 

31. Come over here and make me.

32. Oh my god! You’re in love with him!

33. Oh, do you ever shut up? 

34. Can you two please get a room? 

35. I have a name and it’s not sweetheart. 

36. If I ever see you anywhere near her, you’ll have to deal with me. 

37. Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy. 

38. Such dirty words from such a pretty little mouth. 

39. Kiss me. 

40. Are you flirting or starting a fight? 

41. You stay awake do you hear me?! Don’t you dare close your eyes! Please! Come on! 

42. Honestly, I only asked you for help because it’s so cute when you try.  

43. You’re standing a little close to me..

44. You’re evil. It’s hot. 

45. If you bite your lip one more time, I swear I’m going to do it for you. 

46. By the Gods! You love her, don’t you? 

47. It’s blood, not nuclear waste. Chill out. 

48. A knife? Are you flirting with me? 

49. "Hear me out.” “Why the fuck should i listen to you?" 

50. I’ve been wanting to kick your ass all week. 

51. Rumour has it, I make you nervous. 

52. Leave, leave right now.

53. Can you just fuck off already?

54. "I- I trusted you!” “Sweet naive girl, trust is for children. You are a soldier." 

55. Alcohol’s the only instant in my life.

56. You gotta stop saying things that make me want to kiss you. 

57. Please don’t do this. Don’t act like you care. 

58. Is everything supposed to go dark?

59. Why can’t you see what you’re doing to me. 

60. Fuck, you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen in my whole life.

61. It’s 2 in the morning. Why are you still up?

62. I want an answer, goddammit! 

63. You make me want things I can’t have. 

64. Cut the crap and tell me what happened. 

65. Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that.

66. It’s nice to see someone who can appreciate my humour.

67. We’re more than just friends and you know it. 

68. It’s pitch black in here and I can see you’re blushing.

69. Yes asshole, I do care about you.

70. They’re both stubborn and it’s complicated. 

71. For you, I would.

72. I like you more than I planned.

73. I need you, idiot.

74. Golden eyes and a smile made for war.

75. Take that, fuckers!

76. I licked it so it’s mine!

77. We’re in this together. 

78. Can I have this dance? 

79. Look, I know you’re a hardass but can you play with my hair? It would really help. 

80. No! Stay away from me! Stay back! 

81. Maybe if you actually stop staring at her and talk to her, you might have a chance. 

82. You have to promise you won’t fall in love with me.

83. I know that face. That’s your I’m-upset-with-you face. 

84. I think we’d make this a fair fight if we each had a gun. Don’t you think, boys? 

85. He loves you, you know? He’s just afraid of admitting it.

86. Dear Lord, please have mercy on my soul. This woman/man will be the death of me. 

87. There are other things than Germans that can kill you. 

88. What the hell? You are supposed to hate me!

89. Why do you like me?

90. "You’re annoying.” “You love me.”

91. Wanna go to hell together? 

92. I lack the vocabulary to describe you.

93. You make me feel… you make me feel.“ 

94. What the fuck…?

95. So that’s you, the girl/boy who destroyed armies. 

96. You’re my regret.

97. You better not die on me! 

98. Can you stop shouting at me?!

99. Why are you making this so damn hard? 

100. But that’s the problem, (name). I don’t think I’m able to stop loving him/her. Ever. 

! UPDATE !

101. There is no way you’re going anywhere with him, not on my watch.

102. “You know you’re in love with her right?” “Since when?” “Since always.” 

103. Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t do this.

104. I love you, I do, but you’re a real pain in the ass.

105. Is that my shirt?

106. Neither one of us is drunk enough for this conversation.

107. I think I might be falling in love with you.

108. What are you talking about? You’re married!

109. I saw that. You just checked me out.

110. Quick, pretend you’re talking to me.

111. I just wanted to hear your voice.

112. That was, by far, the stupidest thing you’ve ever done.

113. No. The moment you saw me as a bet was the moment you fucked up.

114. "It could be worse.” “You aren’t the one bleeding.” “Look, you’re still alive. Stop whining.”

115. Are you naked under that thing?

116. “Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?”

117. What the hell were you thinking?! 

18. You’ve been drinking tonight, haven’t you?

119. Well, if I told you, then it wouldn’t be a secret.

120. Is it weird that was a total turn on?

121. That was the worst joke I’ve ever heard.

122. If I kiss you right now, I won’t be able to stop.

123. What did you just say?

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[haley-cassandra]

I don’t think we’re breaking up tho. We’ve talked a lot about it, I’ve not tried to justify or make it okay in anyway. A lot of listening going in on my part. We had tequila for breakfast, and rum when the tequila ran dry.

This just sucks because like. I don’t know what to do. Do I make the decision to leave or do we stay and work try to work on it? Is it going to hurt him more in the long run or is it going to help him if we break up right now? One thing I do know for absolute certainty is that it would crush Connor, but I don’t want to think about that because we try to keep him separate from our relationship issues because there’s never a need to drag a child into the middle of that, they’re not pawns.

And his friends already hate me, and I literally just had to stop being friends with Bek because he really hates her. And like. Now I’m on tumblr, typing. Because it makes me feel better, I think?

I don’t know if I even want to be in a relationship with him anymore if he can’t trust me and his reasoning for not trusting me is valid and justified. But I’m not the same person I used to be, and that doesn’t take away from the fact that there are repercussions for my actions and that’s literally what this is. The only real question I can think of is am I willing to set my pride down again so he can rebuild trust in me. And it sucks because “again? FUCKING AGAIN?” Like. Yes. Again. I’ve fucked up a lot in this relationship. A lot a lot. And like I do not want to ask him to be in a relationship with someone he doesn’t feel like he can trust. Where is the happiness in that?

And Damnit man I don’t trust him. And I’ve done a lot of reflection on that and I think I figured out what happened because I’ve not trusted any dude I’ve dated, ever. So me not trusting him isn’t just because of things he’s done, it’s because I got trauma like a motherfucker. I hurt this man because Jessie hurt me. And I never got past that hurt. And I think that’s why I kept trying to talk to Jackie, because Jess hammered into my head to stay away from him and subconsciously I thought it would hurt Jessie if he found out I was talking to his brother. Which is delusional on levels I didn’t know were possible until I sat down and got real with myself. I never dealt with the fact that I had no idea I was being cheated on for 6 months, lied to, treated as an option, put into a toxic submissive state that I never left, made the mold for how I would view love and relationships and marriage. And it sucks. That dude sexually abused me, I used to be covered in bruises all over my chest, stomach, thighs. He punched lockers when I didn’t give him what he wanted, and once while I was leaning against the lockers for support he punched the locker so close to my face I felt the wind off his fist. He pushed me so hard that when I fell into Hannah, we both fell and pushed the trashcan across the hall. He would constantly tell me that he wanted to get back together with me, and then he’d kiss Brittany in front of my locker, and then he’d turn around and act like we’re friends again just to keep hurting me. He forced me to put his dick in my mouth one time in the backseat of my mom’s van in the dark because I had been telling him no and I was afraid. He would scream at me and make me feel like shit and play the victim because I didn’t want to lose my virginity on the floor of the boy’s bathroom. But he would walk to old bell high to get wifi in the snow just to tell me he loved me and goodnight and he couldn’t wait to see me. He would surprise me with cute little love letters that made my heart skip a beat because finally someone was choosing to love me. And I never got past that, and I didn’t know I hadn’t gotten past it because I stopped thinking about it. And I do not want to be the type of person who does that to people, not anymore, I can’t. And I can’t ask Chris to stay in a relationship with me because I’ve hurt him so much, and he doesn’t know if I’ll hurt him again and that’s going to make it so much harder for him to stay with me. And I don’t know if he’s thinking clearly. Breaking up with me was probably the right call. Backtracking that and telling me we don’t have to break up after he calmed down a little, I don’t know if that was a good call. I wasn’t pushing one way or the other, I will be taking my play calls from his book in this game.