#sara kays – freeze

[beanieman]

Twelve Days Of Winter Day Eleven: Some Winter Themed Ship Headcanon's

Joesara - Joe is fast to suggest building a snowman as the snow starts accumulating, and Sara agrees with the request that their snowman look exactly like Frosty to commemorate her favorite childhood movie. Joe jumps at this idea and has buttons, a top hat, and a scarf before she can even blink. They work on their creation for the rest of the day, having a wonderful time even as Joe chills his ungloved hands in the process. When Sara notices him shaking she takes his hands into her gloved ones, holding them tightly and warmly until the cold is no longer nipping his skin.

Saraanzu - Anzu wraps her hands tightly around Sara's waist as they approach the hill on their makeshift sled. Their hearts beat both from the adrenaline of what they're about to do and their close proximity to each other. Anzu is so nervous she hardly notices when Sara pushes them off the top of the hill, and they go flying down the slope giggling all the way. When they land safely at the bottom the clown girl is the first to request they go again, which they do until sunset.

Ransara, Keishin, Keishima, Q-Mai, Q-Kai, Kurushin, Alishin, and Naoreko under the cut

Ransara - Neither one of them was sure what a winter market was, but that didn't stop them from checking it out. The lights shined brightly and warmly overhead as they visited the stalls selling winter themed objects, picking far more things out for each other then themselves. Sara found a pair of homemade knitted gloves that she quick to give Ranmaru, and he found the perfect snowflake pin to adorn her shirt.

Keishin - A simple puzzle has quickly turned into an intense rivalry. They aren't sure when they went from working together to doing half the puzzle on their own and trying to get it completed before the other, but that's what happened. A chuckle rings out as Keiji completes his first, and Shin is quick to mope before the former policeman rubs his back and offers to assist him with the rest. Shin hesitantly agrees, but ends up having far more fun doing the puzzle with him then without him.

Keishima - It's dark outside as Keiji and Mishima share a drink in front of the teachers roaring fireplace. The air around them is pleasantly warm, and they aren't sure if it's from the heat or the company they keep. They share a joke about toasting marshmallows together, before deciding that smores do sound good. They eat their snacks in a comfortable silence before Mishima admits he used to throw markers into a makeshift fire to change it's color. Keiji isn't the least bit surprised.

Q-Mai - Even with the cold air their house is never chilly because of the always running ovens. Mai has made everything she could think of that vaguely fits the theme of winter, and Q-Taro is always the first to taste test for her. He never can find anything to offer criticism about as her treats melt in his mouth, and it makes Mai happy to know that he loves her passion as much as he loves her.

Q-Kai - Q-Taro watches as Kai focuses on the gingerbread house with intense eyes. Each gumdrop is placed perfectly on the frosting, and he's scared to touch anything and ruin his creation. Though Kai is quick to tell him that he won't ruin it, and encourages him to do something with their tube of frosting. He watches as Q-Taro spells both of their names on the roof, and laughs when he jokes that it's their home now.

Kurushin - Naomichi is thrilled when the lakes start to freeze over and make the perfect ice skating rink. Shin is far less enthused, but when he sees how excited Naomichi is he agrees to go watch as he skates around. Kurumada agrees at first but soon starts asking Shin to put some skates on and join him. They both know he has a high fall risk so the boxer promises to hold onto him until they're on steady ground, leading to Shin agreeing hesitantly when he realizes his boyfriend will see through any bluff. They cling to each other as they skate, avoiding any falls thanks to Naomichi's strength and Shin's extreme caution.

Alishin - Shin can't decide if he's lucky or unlucky to somehow walk under every mistletoe in his town with his long time crush Alice in tow. The first time it was awkward as Alice suggested they needed to follow the tradition which lead to Shin kissing his check and leaving both of their faces bright red. The next time it happened they joked about their luck and Alice kissed his forehead. The third time it happened they decided to appease the universe (and themselves) and give each other a small peck on the lips. The tenth time it happened they just decided to make out and blame the universe for being the cause. (The cause is they're attracted to men.)

Naoreko - Nao and Reko walk around looking at the lights. They hold hands as the bright colors fill their eyes, and the displays do nothing but wow them. They finish far to soon so Reko suggests ducking into their local café for a peppermint latte, and Nao agrees to getting a hot chocolate. They sit with their drinks that Reko insisted on paying for until late into the night, and before they leave Nao is quick to give her a quick kiss on the check for a lovely time spent together.

#YTTD #Your Turn To Die #Joesara #Joe Tazuna #sara chidouin #Saraanzu #anzu kinashi #ranmaru kageyama #Ransara #Keishin #keiji shinogi #Shin Tsukimi #Kazumi Mishima #Keishima #q taro burgerberg #mai tsurugi #Kai Satou #Q-Kai #Q-Mai #Kurushin #Alishin #naomichi kurumada #alice yabusame #Naoreko #reko yabusame #nao egokoro

[aggressivelyarospec]

‘Aro Tunes Thursday’: Master List ⇝ July / August 2023 (Part II)

[Completed 9/1/23] | [Spotify]

Leading Man — Will Jay [Link]

Fatal Flaw — Will Jay [Link]

Gangsta — Will Jay [Link]

You and Your Heart — Jack Johnson [Link]

Born To Be Alive — Bea And Her Business [Link]

Knock ‘em Out — Lily Allen [Link]

Thank God I’m Pretty — Emily Autumn [Link]

Spock’s Missing — Spizzenergi [Link]

She’s Not in Love — Kim Stockwood [Link]

Warsaw — Lovejoy [Link]

Laplace's Angel — Will Wood [Link]

Bad Idea — Blind Channel [Link]

I'm A Beliver — Smash Mouth [Link]

One Whole Me — Dev Lemons [Link]

The Mechanical Girl — Voltaire [Link]

Falling Behind — Laufey [Link]

Freeze — Sara Kays [Link]

Brandy — Looking Glass [Link]

Everybody Says I Love You — Groucho Marx [Link]

I Don’t Understand Anything — Everything But the Girl [Link]

Innocent — Voltaire [Link]

The Shadow that Falls Over You — Voltaire [Link]

The King is Dead — Voltaire [Link]

The Beast of Pirate’s Bay — Voltaire [Link]

I’m Your Moon — Jonathan Coulton [Link]

Let Me Be Myself — 3 Doors Down [Link]

I’ll Tell My Cat — Marc Gunn [Link]

Lord of the Pounce — Marc Gunn [Link]

What Shall we do with a Catnipped Kitty — Marc Gunn [Link]

When Kitty Eyes are Smiling — Marc Gunn [Link]

The Cat Came Back Cats Perspective — Marc Gunn [Link]

Black Kitty Paw — Marc Gunn [Link]

Catnipping Green — Marc Gunn [Link]

Jasper Tabby Kitty Cat-y — Marc Gunn [Link]

Sunset Val the Pirate Queen — The Cog is Dead [Link]

The Iron Horseman — The Cog is Dead [Link]

The Copper War — The Cog is Dead [Link]

The Space Cowboy — The Cog is Dead [Link]

Mirte Against the Big City — The Cog is Dead [Link]

Captain Gustave Foster vs the Metal Underground Army — The Cog is Dead [Link]

The Marvelous Mister Low — The Cog is Dead [Link]

Born at the Wrong Time — Abney Park [Link]

Sorry We Lost Touch — Will Jay [Link]

A Loft in New York — Will Jay [Link]

Glory Days — Will Jay [Link]

Night Like These — Will Jay [Link]

Was it Even Real? — Will Jay [Link]

Ribs — The Crane Wives [Link]

Trial by Love — The Mechanisms [Link]

Ties That Bind — The Mechanisms [Link]

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#attmasterlist #att23 #m: jul23 #m: aug23 #AAwrapped23

[bbqtaro]

The First Game: 3 Pairs

Three pairs of contestants recieved the first trial. Nao & Mishima, Joe & Sara, Kanna & Kugie. 

This first trial required cooperation to various extents, which would impact how each character functions later within the game. In all three of these instances, the characters had a bond that preceeded the games. My guess as to why they were paired up like this is to either foster a sense of trust (in Nao & Mishima + Joe & Sara) or guilt (Kanna & Kugie). This ends up backfiring, with Nao being the least trusting of the bunch, and Kanna trusting other participants. 

In Nao & Mishima’s trial, Mishima guided Nao through the entire situation, informing her that she needed to use the sandpaper. 

This establishes Mishima as a trusting mentor figure. He knows what he’s doing, and seems confident in it. He’s a comforting presence for Nao to be around, so for him to die first is a huge shocker to her. He was Mishima, the teacher, he knew more than everyone there and yet he died first- by voting for himself. She trusted him enough to switch votes with him, only for him to make a fatal mistake by going against his word. This is emotionally devastating for Nao, and leaves her in a state where she’s erratic- unpredictable in the game. The only person Nao trusts later in the game seems to be Ai-Mishima, and Sara (to some extent if she convinces her to pick her as the sacrifice). Her trust has been ruined. 

In Joe & Sara’s trial, Joe doesn’t know what to do immediately but eventually figures it out just in the nick of time. 

Joe was a bit of a dumbass, but a charming one at that! He always seemed to know what to do, or say, eventually. Except... in the first main game, Sara doesn’t figure out Joe’s strategy soon enough. Which is why him being saddled with the sacrifice card was extra tragic. He couldn’t get himself out of it this time, not because everyone voted for Kai. If his fate were left up to himself, he could do something about it, but even with Sara voting for him, his fate was sealed when the others voted. Sara desperately tries to save him, but like Joe, she is left powerless. Sara is reluctant to trust people, especially Shin when he claims he lost his memories, but eventually warms up to the idea. Only to get used by Keiji in the second main game, though she doesn’t seem to mind as much later. Her trust seems to be mending itself slowly since the first main game. 

In Kanna & Kugie’s trial, Kugie gives Kanna the key and tries to talk her through it, but Kanna ends up freezing up. This ends up leading to Kugie’s death. 

Kugie was Kanna’s older sister, someone who was supposed to be there for her and protect her. The roles were reversed, and Kanna couldn’t protect her back. She failed. This leads Kanna into a state where she feels worthless, desperate to help other people to be useful again, which draws her not only to “big sister” figures like Sara and Reko, but leads to her teaming up with Shin. Kanna has a very strong trust in especially these three, people she looks up to like her older siblings. 

#yttd #your turn to die #nao egokoro #kazumi mishima #joe tazuna #sara chidouin #kanna kizuchi #kugie kizuchi #your turn to meta

[hiveruled]

@sympatheticvibrations asked: “You need to work on your scare technique.”

The DILAPIDATED Anderson house is a skeleton of its former self. Graffiti and cobwebs line cracked walls. Where windows had been either opened or broken on the bottom floors, vine-like plants had weaved their way in. The basement where Kai dwelled in both while living and in the afterlife, being unsurprisingly in the WORST shape of all the other rooms in the residence.

He doesn't show himself to the newcomer who dared venture in, not yet at least. The air in the basement where she stands turns freezing cold as Kai steps closer after an attempt to scare her off by knocking over an empty beer bottle from a shelf, sending it shattering into PIECES on the floor. Sara's comment at him only further eggs on the former cult leader's rage and suddenly an invisible, ICY hand is around her throat, squeezing slowly. " Leave. " He demands in a low voice, almost an animalistic growl.

#sympatheticvibrations #ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ'ˢ ⁿᵒᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵈᵃⁿᵍᵉʳᵒᵘˢ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ᵃ ʰᵘᵐⁱˡⁱᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵐᵃⁿ { ⁱᶜ } #ⁱ ᵈⁱᵈ ʷʰᵃᵗ ⁱ ʰᵃᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵈᵒ { ᵖᵒˢᵗ⁻ᶜᵘˡᵗ ᵍʰᵒˢᵗ ᵛᵉʳˢᵉ } #[ IM HYPED ]

[aftersamu]

— FREEZE PAIRING: tōru oikawa x gn!reader GENRE: lowkey angst, reminisces of memories

oikawa never liked the cold.

he hated the puffy winter jackets that he could never move in. he hated the colds he get, and how his nose would always run. he hated how he couldn't get his iced drinks, or how fast his food would get cold.

he always loved the sun, feeling the warmth on his skin. he loves how bright it shines and how it warms him up. he loves the beach but hates the cold water.

oikawa has never hated the sun, and he's always adored the summer.

all those memories with him, laying in bed together, when the streets were covered in snow and ice. all those moments when oikawa talked about how he'd move somewhere far away where the cold could never reach him. some place where he didn't have to wear those silly expensive winter jackets.

some place where he could go to the beach all day and not have to worry about any responsibilities.

but you always loved him in the winter.

you loved how he'd always want to stay in bed, how he'd come into the bedroom with two warm cups of hot chocolate where he'd add whipped cream and a cinnamon stick. or when he'd try and zip up his jacket but could never seem to figure out how.

you loved making soup for him after coming home with his nose running and red, then sitting by the tv re-watching all your favourite movies together cuddled in blankets with the lights off and fairy lights on.

you loved how he'd always pull you into a hug on the street because of how cold he was, and how he'd complain that his coffee doesn't taste as good without the ice.

you have always loved the extra special moments and memories that the winter brought,

which is why you grew to resent the summer.

the hot air reminding you of everything that drove him away.

how the warmer air seems to be better than all those memories the two of you could have made together.

it selfish to wish he hadn't gone off to pursue the life he had always dreamed of, to wish that he would have chose you over his passion, to wish that he would have chosen the seasonal icy air that he never enjoyed for you.

you wish he would have chose to freeze.

#haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #hq #hq x reader #haikyuu angst #haikyuu scenarios #oikawa #oikawa tooru #oikawa x reader #oikawa toru x reader #tooru oikawa #oikawa angst #hq angst #sara kays – freeze #★ works

[astrolgzy]

#blackpink #red velvet #blackpink jisoo #seulgi red velvet #moodboard #aesthetic #jisoo moodboard #seulgi moodboard #random moodboard #edgy moodboard #messy moodboard #kpop layouts #carrd resources #gg moodboard #carrd help #carrd moodboard #blackpink icons #blackpink moodboard #red velvet moodboard #kpop moodboard #random packs #blackpink layouts #grunge moodboard #black moodboard #jisoo icons #seulgi icons #brown moodboard #soft moodboard #carrd inspo #swetnightz

[rhaenyratargayen]

home for the summer // f.w.

summary: song fic based off of home for the summer by sara kays (no war!au)

word count: 5.2k

warnings: mentions of alcohol (just wine), also just heartbreaking angst.... im sorry 

We started getting close

Freshman year, when all our friends were smoking cigarettes

And we couldn't stand that secondhand smoke

So we'd leave and drive around until you had to drop me off at home

“Let’s get out of here, yeah?” Fred whispered to the girl beside him.

Y/N looked to him as if he had read her mind. She perked up, nodding desperately at Fred who slyly slipped his hand in hers and pulled her away from the group drinking fire whiskey in the common room.

It was a breath of fresh air stepping out of the portrait hole, the dim lighting of the candles illuminating Hogwarts in the most comfortable way. Fred tugged her hand, shifting her attention from the new atmosphere to his tall figure practically bouncing down the staircase.

“Was getting quite stuffy in there, don’t you agree?”

Y/N’s heart fluttered as he scrunched his nose. A hint of excitement Fred was trying to contain leaked through the tug at the corner of his lips. Whether he tried to hide it or not though, Y/N saw it anyway, she knew him quite well.

“Completely.” Y/N breathed, grinning as she agreed.

Fred was quite outgoing, he never missed the chance to be the center of attention, finding any opportunity he could to show off his charming flirting skills or his new products for the shop he planned to own with George. So, it was quite a surprise when he whisked Y/N from the loud group, but she chose not to question it, considering it meant alone time with him.

She followed his lead quietly, figuring whatever secret spot Fred had in mind had to be better than anything she could come up with. He’d snuck around the castle more times than he could count, and as much as he found himself in detention, she trusted him enough to get them to a quiet spot without getting caught.

Finally, at last, Y/N followed Fred’s lead up the steps of the astronomy tower. He smiled proudly to himself when he turned to see her smiling in awe. Of course, they had classes up there weekly, but she had yet to experience the tower in all of it’s glory – and at night and with Fred Weasley.

“Oh, Freddie.”

She walked towards the edge, gripping the railing and admiring the view of the bright moon before her, peering out as far as she could at such a height. Fred’s chest warmed at her smile, priding himself on being the cause of it.

She took her time taking in every detail, perking up when she recognized one of the constellations she had learned about in class. While she awed over the stars, he awed over her. It was ridiculously adorable how much she loved it. He’d snuck up to the astronomy tower multiple times and he mentally kicked himself for not taking her up there sooner.

As she deemed her viewing acceptable for the time being, Y/N remembered her reality and felt her ears warm up. The entire time she was standing there, Fred was behind her. She suddenly felt out of place, as well as a bit guilty for not speaking to him for the past few minutes. However, as she turned around she was immediately met with the cutest smile on his face and she couldn’t even remember what it was she was worried about.

He stood before her with his hands tucked into his pockets, shifting his gaze to his shoes when she turned to face him.

“Fred?” Y/N questioned.

She leant back against the railing, crossing her arms over her chest and tilting her head slightly.

Fred’s gaze skipped from his shoes to hers, slowly raking up her body until they landed back on her own eyes. She was backlit by the moon, but he was still able to recognize all of her features, whether it was due to just enough lighting or because he had stared at her enough in his lifetime to know them by memory, he didn’t know.

“Y/N?” Fred grinned, copying her tone.

“Why’d you want to leave the party?”

He felt a little taken back, not in a bad away, he just didn’t expect her to question him for wanting some alone time with her. She was his best friend after all, ridiculously funny and exciting to be around while simultaneously being a safe space for him to return to for some peace and quiet.

Y/N continued before he could answer.

“I mean you love parties, and they had fire whiskey, which I know you love.”

The fact rolled off her tongue without a second thought, but it didn’t stop Fred’s heart from skipping a beat at the mention of it. It didn’t take a genius to know Fred Weasley was a show off who loved to party, but the fact that she knew made it somehow more special.

“Yeah, but, I like spending time with you as well.”

Fred scratched the back of his neck, suddenly feeling the heat creep up his cheeks as the sentence rolled off his tongue. When his gaze found hers again, he chuckled at the knowing grin she gave him.

“Aw, Freddie!” She teased, wrapping her hand around the back of his neck and pulling him in for a kiss on the cheek.

Fred’s mind was clouded with witty comments he could make towards her, comments to make the beautiful glow of a blush rush to her cheeks or to bring out her harmonious giggle he heard when he teased her. But he found them getting caught in his throat as he felt her hands lightly tugging at the hairs on the back of his neck.

She didn’t pull back completely after she kissed his cheek, just far enough to look at his face and still be in his arms. Fred had snuck his arms around her waist, resting their gently and absentmindedly fiddling with the soft cotton material of the hem of her shirt. She looked so gorgeous. The sight of her eyes reflecting the great big moon was enough to have him weak at the knees and a puddle in her hands; which he was.

“What’re you looking at?” Y/N tried to joke, but it came out much softer as she realized she was more focused on how he was looking at her than the reason why.

Fred Weasley was one attractive bloke, this she knew. He was quite fit, tall figure and strong beater arms. But it was the softness in his features when he looked at her that had her swooning.

“You just,” Fred bit his lip, “You look very pretty.”

Y/N exhaled a sweet giggle, desperately trying to hide her burning cheeks. She reached up and tightened her hold around him, pulling Fred into a hug against her. He nuzzled his head into the crook of her neck and held her back tightly, pushing their chests together. Y/N rested her head on his shoulder, trying to calm the herd of butterflies swarming in her stomach.

“Thanks, Freddie.” She mumbled, she knew he heard it.

When Fred pulled back, he kept his hold tight against her and looked down into her eyes. One hand came up to swipe a stray piece of hair behind her ear and fell to rest holding her chin in between his thumb and pointer fingers.

She knew what was coming, she couldn’t stop her eyes from glancing down to his lips. Fred’s heart fluttered as he watched her, giving him the cue that she was just as into it as he was. So he didn’t keep her waiting.

Fred pressed his lips to hers, slowly at first, to test the waters. Just the initial feeling of her soft lips against his was like heaven on earth. It wasn’t until she moved against him that he realized it only got better. She tugged on his bottom lip, raking it through her teeth and sliding her fingertips through his fiery hair.

He gripped the material of her shirt in his hands at the feeling, humming pleasurably into her mouth. He was starving and she was a feast made for ten. He inhaled her scent and reveled in the way her tongue grazed his so elegantly, like everything else she did.

He could tell she was close to running out of breath, considering how quickly the pace of their kiss had picked up, once they realized everything they wanted was in each other’s hands. But she didn’t pull back, she pushed herself further into him and he melted, tugging her closer. She was pink silk and white daisies, cozy blankets and diamond rings, a plethora of the most heavenly sensations all mixed into one.

In that moment, Fred Weasley knew he was in love with her.

Swear that was yesterday

But in two weeks I'll be moving south

And you'd be moving to a town that I had never heard of

I wish we had more time, why did I ever wanna grow up?

“Freddie!” Her voice carried swiftly through the burrow, alerting Fred in the other room.

“What is it?” He quickly stumbled into the living room.

She stood before him with a letter in her hand and a smile on her face.

“I got in!” She cheered, “They accepted me!”

Fred was in shock. His body failed him, freezing in his place, standing before her in complete silence and not holding his arms out to her, kissing her forehead and congratulating her on her accomplishment. His brain was screaming at him to move, and he was so very grateful that she took the first step, too engaged in her initial shock to see his unwelcoming position.

She jumped forward, wrapping her arms around his neck tightly and pulling him to her. Fred snapped into it at her touch, immediately enclosing her waist in his arms. He felt like he had to remind himself to breathe, to make sure he didn’t drop her from his hold.

After graduating Hogwarts, Y/N applied for a position at a Magical Creatures center in Romania. Charlie had told her about the position on his last visit home. Y/N was very passionate, and everyone around her knew she would never be satisfied with a job at the ministry or as a professor in Hogwarts. It was no surprise when she jumped at the opportunity and sent in her application.

The night Charlie had informed her of the position, Fred was the one she turned to with a wide smile, cheeks hurting from the overwhelming joy she felt. It made his heart flutter that he was the one she turned to celebrate her opportunity with. Of course, he never actually planned out far enough what it would feel like when she actually left.

Leaving. She was leaving.

Fred rubbed her back comfortingly with his large hand, holding her in place against his chest with his other hand. He set her down, noticing the tears of joy that pooled in her eyes as he pulled back to look at her.

“That’s wonderful, love,” He feigned the best smile he could, “I’m so proud of you.”

“Thanks, Freddie.” She beamed, rising on her tip toes to kiss his cheek.

Was now too soon to ask? Fred didn’t have time to wonder before she let it out.

“They said they’ll have me as soon as possible,” She cleared her throat, “I reckon that means I’ll be going after the holidays.”

Two weeks. Fred had two weeks left with the love of his life, who wasn’t even his girlfriend.

He hated himself for that last part, constantly overthinking every moment he had with her at Hogwarts. He should have told her loved her when he took her to the astronomy tower, but his chance was lost. It would be unfair of him to blurt out such a confession weeks before she was about to leave to her dream job.

You said you’ll see me

When we’re home for the summer

We won't have to work so we're gonna

Do whatever the hell we wanna

'Cause we know that one day we'll be

Gone from each other

The ring of the bell above the door to the joke shop caught Fred’s attention. It was after hours, although often they had a few kids trying to come in just moments after they closed, begging to have a look around. He prepared himself for that, some eleven or twelve year old that ignored the closed sign.

“We’re closed–“

He stopped in his tracks. Of all the sights Fred expected to see rounding the corner in the shop, this was by far the best one he could have ever imagined.

Y/N stood before him, a cheeky smile on her face as she had successfully caught her favorite prankster off guard. Her hair was more grown out than the last time he saw her a few months ago, a pink, summer dress hugged her body. She looked ethereal. The warm summer weather had given her a bit of a glow and she’d done her makeup to highlight her cheekbones and the gloss on her lips.

“Miss me?” She quipped.

She squealed as Fred rushed towards her, wrapping her in his arms and spinning her around a few times in the empty shop. Her giggle was music to his ears, he missed that sound so much. He missed the feeling of her in his arms and the twinkle in her eye when she smiled at him.

He missed his girl.

“Of course I missed you, darling,” He beamed, “When did you get back?”

He set her back down on her feet, keeping his hands on her waist. He felt dizzy, he didn’t know if it was from spinning her around or just being in her presence again after so long. Seeing her up close allowed him to admire all the little things he fell in love with, like the curve of her nose and when she looked up at him through her lashes, when her hair fell naturally and he was able to tuck it behind her ear to see her face better.

“Just a bit ago, you’re my first stop.” She reached up to cup his cheek in her hand.

It was surreal to her, being back. It was only a six months but it was the longest she had ever been away from Fred. A flood of emotions burst through the floodgates as she was in his arms again, the sadness of missing him and the longing for his presence that she had tucked away so safely while in Romania. Her job didn’t allow her the time to sit and miss her best friend.

“You came to see me before your own mother?” Fred laughed.

Y/N scoffed, playfully, “She doesn’t know I got back early, I’ll see her tomorrow. I just couldn’t go home without seeing you first, Freddie.”

Fred tugged her close again, pressing a long kiss to her forehead as she curled into his embrace. She was home again, his girl was home.

We'd wait till after dark

2 AM, we're laying on the ground in my backyard

I told you I'd be waiting there the night that I get back

I hope you don't forget about that

Fred tugged Y/N’s hand in his, leading her through a field of wheat grass and wild flowers. A misfit blindfold was secured over her eyes, leaving Fred to be her vision. He kept glancing from their destination to the ground in front of her feet, trying to assure she wouldn’t trip and fall on a weed or a hole in the ground.

“Are we almost there?” She giggled. It came out as a whisper, as if they had someone to hide from in the vast, empty field.

“Be patient.” Fred chuckled, squeezing her hand.

Y/N sighed, “Fine.”

He led them further through the grass until they approached their destination. Fred was buzzing with anticipation, excited to see the look on Y/N’s face when he took the blindfold off. He had set up a blanket for the two of them to sit down on, along with a bottle of wine.

Finally he stepped towards her, resting his hand on her waist to let her know he was there. He reached up and gently pulled the blindfold from her face. She gasped once her eyes adjusted, smiling down in awe at the little set up. She felt her heart beat faster and turned to look at him, mimicking the same awed expression she had towards the spot made for them.

“You remembered.” She chewed on her bottom lip, eyes flitting between his brown ones and the blanket below them.

“Figured we could talk, catch up,” He shoved his hands into his pockets, “Sending owls just isn’t quite like the real thing.”

They sat down beside each other, fingertips dancing closely together as they rested back on their arms. Fred poured them a few glasses of wine to talk over. Fred told her about the success of the shop, how happy it made him to work with George and seeing the faces of little troublemakers coming in daily that reminded him of his youth. He told her about Hermione and Ron, finally getting together, and how Ginny was a professional quidditch player, things Y/N knew from the letters she sent back and forth from his siblings, but it was like hearing it for the first time when she got to hear it from Fred’s lips.

Fred marveled in the way she looked at him when he talked, like there was nothing more important than what he was saying to her in that moment, didn’t matter what it was he was saying, all that mattered was that he was saying it to her. But he’d be lying if he said he didn’t love to hear her talk even more. She told him about her time in Romania, staring at her in awe when she told him about the baby hippogriff she’d been caring for. It was clear to him that she was happy, that this was what she was meant to be doing.

So, Fred didn’t pull out the letter in his pocket. The letter confessing his love for her, the letter he daydreamed about her reading and running into his arms and kissing him senseless. He kept it sealed away, for another time he reasoned. He would wait till he knew she was ready, when she wasn’t so overwhelmed with the joy of her life countries away from him.

You said you’ll see me

When we’re home for the summer

We won't have to work so we're gonna

Do whatever the hell we wanna

'Cause we know that one day we'll be

Gone from each other

We'll have lives in two different suburbs

We'll have families with different lovers

But for now, I know I'll see you when we're

Home for the summer

His hands were sweaty, his breath caught in his throat. She was coming home, coming home to him.

Fred stood in the kitchen with Molly, setting the table and peering out the window every few minutes to check when Charlie and Y/N would be arriving. It was Christmas Eve, almost a year since Y/N had left to work in Romania. The last time he’d seen her was the night she surprised him at the shop, she had promised she’d visit once before the holidays, but he soon found out through her letters that work was getting too hectic for her to find an empty weekend to come home. It bummed Fred out, but it just made him more excited to see his girl on Christmas.

He patted his coat, mindlessly feeling for the letter sitting in his pocket. He hadn’t carried it around since she was last here and it only heightened his nerves that he was actually going through with it tonight. The paper of the envelope had faded to a dusty brown and the seal was losing its grip, but Fred still had full intentions of gifting it to her that evening and waiting for her out in the snowfall.

He peered out the window one last time, assuring he wouldn’t miss their arrival before trotting up the staircase to the bathroom. He ran his hand along his clean shaven jaw, and through his grown out hair. Not quite as long as the phase it went through his sixth year of Hogwarts, but just long enough that it fell softly to the sides, she had always liked it long, it was easier to run her fingers through.

Suddenly, Fred was taken from his memories to present day by the shout of his sister downstairs.

“Freddie!” Ginny called, “Y/N and Charlie are here.”

Fred ignored the blush creeping up his ears and rushed down the stairs, spotting the lot of the Weasley’s standing before the front door to welcome home their family. Charlie walked through the door first, whisking Ginny up in a hug and kissing her cheek before welcoming his mum in a bear hug. He said hello to his brothers, as he kicked off his boots and ventured off into the living room with Bill to show off the tiny dragon that sat on his shoulder.

“Easy, love.”

Fred froze in his spot. He didn’t recognize the voice that came before the sweet giggle of the love of his life.

In walked a tall man, dark hair and sharp features. Shiny, curly hair complimented his stippled facial hair. His skin was tanned from the Romanian weather, and it was easy to spot his strength as he carried in two bags. Y/N followed shortly after, sneaking in behind the tall man’s figure.

“Y/N!” Ginny cheered, racing past her family to engulf the girl in a hug.

“I missed you, Gin.” Y/N giggled, tumbling back a few steps at the impact of Ginny’s hug.

Y/N pulled back and spotted the confusion on the Weasley’s faces at their unknown guest. She cleared her throat and stepped forward.

“Everyone, meet Joshua.” She smiled shyly.

Fred felt like he was in an out of body experience, like he wasn’t really there. Like he was a ghost of himself watching a strange man intertwine his fingers with Y/N’s. He could see them and hear them, but he felt shackles tied to his feet, keeping him in place like he was stuck living a never ending nightmare.

He almost missed the bright eyed girl coming towards him with her arms open after greeting the rest of his family. Feeling her touch felt like crash-landing a back into his home. The muffled, white noise that filled his ears was now clear conversation between his brothers, and Ginny and Molly.

“I missed you so much, Freddie.”

He sank into her hold, fighting tears back. Her embrace filled him with warmth. He breathed in the scent of her shampoo, lingering with the perfume that he inhaled when his head sank to the crook of her neck. He didn’t want to let go, but reluctantly pulled back as she did, letting his hands linger on the small of her back. He couldn’t get any words out, so he just smiled at her.

The family all took their seats at the set table. Y/N sat in between Fred and Joshua, and across from Ginny. She was conversing between the two, entertaining all the questions Ginny had about how they met and what work was like.

Joshua worked with Y/N at the Magical Creatures care center. He was the one who trained her. He told stories of how they bonded over caring for a phoenix that soon had the entire table listening.  Joshua spoke so fondly of Y/N, highlighting the way so many of the injured creatures felt so comfortable around her which made it easy to care for them.

Fred tuned in and out of the conversation. His heart fluttered at the way he imagined her caring ever so gently for injured creatures, knowing that her eyes probably lit up as they released them again after rehabilitation. He wasn’t even there, yet he knew exactly how it would have played out. He knew her so well and found himself fighting the urge to rest his arm over the back of her chair as Joshua’s arm was already there.

It was an agonizing Christmas Eve dinner. Fred kept to himself, only half smiling over at Y/N when she nudged her elbow against his arm. Ron and Bill were indulged in a conversation with Charlie, enjoying having their brother back for holidays. Ginny, Molly and Arthur begged Joshua for more stories. George however, was too busy watching his lovesick twin brother look… actually sick. He’d flash him worried looks, only to be ignored by Fred.

“I think it’s time we retire to the living room, shall we?” Arthur announced, leaning back in his chair and rubbing his stuffed stomach.

Fred was the first out of his chair, the sound of it scraping against the wood startled everyone surrounding him, but he was off before anyone could ask any questions, George and Ron followed shortly after. Bill patted Joshua’s shoulder and invited him to share a drink with him, Percy and Charlie, while Y/N and Ginny stayed behind in the kitchen.

“Oh, Y/N he’s absolutely charming.” Ginny awed, lightly shaking Y/N’s shoulder.

Y/N laughed and rolled her eyes, joining Molly at the counter to help brew some tea. Molly snickered to herself and turned to hand Y/N a warm mug. A thick, pottery mug with her first initial on it, a couple of doodles on the side.

“I must say, dear, he does compliment you very well.”

Y/N replied to Molly with a much sweeter response than Ginny, smiling thankfully at her.

“So,” Ginny lowered her voice, “Give us the details then, how long have you been together?”

Y/N sighed, grabbing the string of the tea bag and bobbing it in her tea.

“About six months. He asked me out shortly after I last visited here,” She finished, but glanced at Ginny’s curious eyes before continuing, “He’s very sweet, not only with me but with the creatures as well. It’s clear he’s got a heart of gold but –“

“But?” Molly placed a motherly hand on Y/N’s shoulder.

“But,” Y/N sighed, “Part of me is still hesitant, you know? I just… I don’t know that he’s the one.”

“Y/N, darling, can I see you for a moment?” Joshua’s voice rang from the living room.

Y/N gave Molly and Ginny a tight-lipped smile before setting down her mug and sneaking past the table and into the living room. The boys were scattered across the room, occupying the couches and chairs.

“May I have a moment alone?” Joshua whispered to Y/N as she joined his side.

Her eyes were on Fred, well, the back of his head. He sat on the couch, resting his head in his hands. He didn’t turn around as she entered the room, he just sat in silence beside George.

Y/N sighed and smiled politely at Joshua, nodding to him as he slipped his hand in hers and pulled her out towards the back door. As they passed through the room, Y/N caught Charlie’s gaze, he sent her a wink and a cheeky smile. Her brows furrowed in confusion but she brushed off his behavior and shook her head.

Joshua led her out into the snowfall. Rather big snowflakes fell softly, resting atop Joshua’s dark locks of hair and catching in his eyelashes. He looked down at Y/N with a wide smile, expecting to see an expression that mimicked his own, but instead was met with an unsatisfied frown.

“Darling,” Joshua pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear, “Smile for me.”

She obliged, putting on a sweet smile. She shut her eyes for a moment, feeling the cool air brisk at her soft cheeks, turning the tip of her nose pink. Her smile altered to a real one for a moment, a passing feeling of contentment in the backyard of the burrow. But it fell shortly after when she opened her eyes and realized the hand she was holding wasn’t Fred’s.

“Y/N, you are so special to me.” Joshua started, moving his other hand down to now hold both her hands in his, “I fell for you instantly when we met. It was so easy to fall in love with you, how sweet you are with the creatures, and how beautiful you are when they trust you. I just – I can’t imagine a life without you.”

Joshua released her hand to reach into his pocket. He took a step back and lowered himself to one knee. He pulled out a velvet box and opened it, the diamond ring immediately catching the light from the Christmas decorations and reflecting into the night.

“I know it’s only been six months but, Y/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?”

She felt a pit in her stomach, overwhelming emotions flooded through her body seizing her movement. Her hand covered her mouth, enabling him from reading her expression. One hand still in his, she squeezed his hand and uttered out an answer.

Inside, the family of gingers crowded around the window, looking out into the backyard where the couple stood. Ginny clasped her hands together, watching with anticipation for him to slip the ring on her finger. Molly stood with Arthur and chewed her bottom lip, nervously. Bill, Percy and Charlie held small grins, watching the girl they had grown to take in as younger sister get proposed to. Ron and George held quite opposite expressions to their older brothers.

And Fred, he felt his stomach drop.

He quickly cleared his throat and excused himself, rushing up the staircase to the bathroom. He threw the door shut behind him after he entered. Hot tears began to stream down his face and he tried his best to keep the heartbreaking sobs from escaping. His hands tore at his hair, gripping tightly as he rests his head against the cool tile wall.

He ignored the quick pace of his breathing, and the sharp weight in his throat that kept him from breathing deeply and clearly. He choked on his sobs, biting his lip to keep quiet. He fumbled with his jacket and tore the letter out from his pocket. He held it in his shaking hands and squeezed tightly as another wave of hurt washed over him. The letter creased in his fist and he released it, watching it fall to the countertop.

He heard memories of her laughter in his mind, almost taunting him. He saw the wrinkle in between her brows as she read an interesting book and the tip of her tongue sticking out of her mouth. He felt the silkiness of her soft lips on his, and the way her fingers threaded through his hair.

And at last, with no hope in sight, Fred picked up the letter and tore it in two.

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part II

taglist: (ignore if you’ve already read this)

@starlightweasley @valwritesx @harrysweasleys @inglourious-imagines @cappsikle @whiz-bangs78 @levylovegood @wand3ringr0s3 @rogueweasleys @gloryekaterina @wolfstarsdaughter20 @charlieswanwhore

#fred weasley #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley angst #hp imagines

[yabusamez]

Can I get some Christmas joesara headcannons please.

HOLY FUUUUCK THIS IS LATE BUT HEY IM BACK LOL LOL OKAY OKAY here i hope you enjoy my love <33

NO 3B SPOILERS !!!!!!!!

taglist (ask to be added!)- @velveeta-mac

First of all, Joe on Christmas is an catastrophe just waiting to happen.

He loves making Christmas cookies!

But he CAN'T BAKE FOR SHIIITT

He burns them almost every single time and leaves Sara to clean up after him, which she does gladly. Because she loves him so much.

Sigh.

Kai (Sara's babysitter) makes her and Joe matching Christmas sweaters. He wears them every day and she nearly cries from embarrassment.

Sara is ACTUALLY good at baking, and makes hot cocoa every day after school for them!

They watch sooo many christmas movies. It's literally insane. They have a month long Christmas movie marathon and Joe loves every minute!

He holds Sara as close as possible and just plays it off as 'keeping her warm', but she knows he's just clingy~

He loves playing in the snow, especially when he can go sledding! He takes Sara with him every single time and Sara is never dressed appropriately.

Sara likes staying inside and watching her boyfriend be dumb, but nooo, she has to join in and get freezing cold.

She doesn't actually mind, though. He definitely keeps her warm.

Joe also has a weird fascination with those really stupid Christmas gifts. The ones wrapped in duct tape or the ones literally screwed shut?

Yeah. Him and Sara's father make it their personal mission to prank Sara every year.

Sara usually buys cute clothes and dog themed items- Joe once got a huge dog plushie that was taller than he was! It sits in his room.

Joe ways gets Sara good gifts to make up for the mean wrapping. Usually some kind of jewelry, be it fake or not, and anything that has to do with hair.

He gets her scrunchies, extensions, hair products- Anything. She actually enjoys it too.

#alice talks #yttd #joesara #joe tazuna #sara chidouin #writing #kimi ga shine #yttd headcanons

[ezasteral]

it’s literally the asscrack of midnight right now but i felt inspired to make a playlist with a storyline based on invisible string by the amazing @peterbenjiparker !! here is the song analysis/playlist breakdown as well 😩

TRACKS 1-7: the beginning of peter and y/n’s friendship

Flight of the Stars by Zayn - “i go where you go, go through armageddon / i got you” do i need to say more they are always there for each other

goodnight n go by Ariana Grande - reminds me a looot of how peter always swings by her house every night and often sleeps there 🥺

Last First Kiss by One Direction - WHEN Y/N AND PETER MADE OUT WHEN THEY WERE YOUNGER AND WERE EACH OTHER’S FIRST KISSES BYE

Me & You Together Song by The 1975 - the second verse reminds me very much of how they’ll marry each other as last resorts and they started talking about their futures, children, and cooking for her shit like that is cute

TRACKS 8-13: after y/n gets her invisible string and finds out it’s connected to peter 😱

iT’s YoU by zayn - yes she finds out it’s peter 🤗

I Don’t Mind by zayn - “i don’t mind falling if it means i get to fly again” y/n doesn’t give up on peter despite her besties telling her to forget about him/cut it off bc she’s willing to wait for him awwhhhh

Best Friend by Jason Chen - “how could i tell you i loved you, when you were so happy with some other [girl]?” HMGWHRBRBRRR

TRACKS 14-26: peter and gwen’s relationship develops and y/n is neglected aw

Till Forever Falls Apart by Ashe and FINNEAS - “if the tide takes california, im so glad i got to hold ya” shes glad that she got to spend all those nights with him before he got with gwen and now she doesn’t wanna do that bc she feels its wrong :,)

ivy by Taylor Swift - “my pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand taking mine, but it’s been promised to another” he could take away her suffering with a not so simple confession except she thinks that his string is really connected to gwen 🧘🏻‍♀️

Save Myself by Ashe - “right now, i’m just mad over being so mature. if only i was never yours, oh, i could’ve saved myself [from you]” yes y/n (thinks she) is being mature by distancing herself and yah if she was never connected to him in the first place then she could’ve saved herself 😁🙏🏻

Play Pretend by Alex Sampson - “i want you to be happy, but it’s hard to watch you fall again ‘cause now i have to play pretend” -y/n

Friend by Gracie Abrams - “I hate the way you love me and I hate that I still cars, funny how you feel like we could ever talk again- how could you think I’d be your friend?” -y/n

Chosen Last by Sara Kays - GRRR LISTEN TO THE SONG PLZ IT GIVES ME “i’ve always been chosen last and now my best friend chose her over me” VIBES

Dancing With Your Ghost by Sasha Sloan - y/n lonely girl vibes when peter starts to spend more time with gwen (esp after she started locking her window :,))

Younger by Ruel - “you and me were so, so close, and maybe that’s what hurts the most. it’s out of my hands, i’ve done what i’ve can so i just save my breath” -y/n

TRACKS 27-31: when peter gets sus of y/n, confrontations, and they make up blah blah

quit by LANY - pp telling y/n to just quit running away and Just Talk to him for goodness sake

you! by LANY - “you’re the sun to the moon, you’re my ocean painted blue - i’m nothing without you” -peter

Line Without a Hook by Rick Montgomery - “oh baby i am a wreck when i’m without you, i need you here to stay” / “was it something i said to make you feel like you’re a burden? if i could take it all back i swear that i would pull you from the tide” - peter vibes

I Miss You, I’m Sorry by Gracie Abrams - “and i know you said that we’re not talking, but i miss you, i’m sorry” LITERALLY THEM MISSING EACH OYHER AND THEN MAKING UP PLEASE

and the rest just fit the vibe but yes i hope u enjoy i will be updating as more chapters are released and goodnight bc it is 2am 😇💟 (ps: dear author, i love this fanfic u are very awesome)

#Spotify #peter parker #peter parker fluff #invisible string #they are endgame

[finelinevogue]

I was tagged by @beachwood-cafe !! Thank you for tagging me in this it’s so cute<33

Last song - Struck by Lightning ~ Sara Kays (you HAVE to listen if you haven’t already and also ‘freeze’ my godddd so brilliant!!)

Last movie - don’t know about movie but i binged Sex/Life and now i’m craving me a brad

Currently watching - Young Royals

Currently reading - Until You by Penelope Douglas

Tagging - @thismaydestroyme @lexi5678900 @mouthfulloftoothpastehs @sunflowervolume66 @harrysbeanie @dontworrysunflower

#sara kays is my favourite artist😭 #penelope douglas is the best fictional smut author #seriously sex life has fucked me up

[beanieman]

Your Turn To Die Characters As Life Is Strange And Before The Storm Songs

(I didn’t think any of them fit Shunsuke so I didn’t put him here.)

Sara Chidouin - “In My Mind” (And when they put me in the ground. I'll start pounding the lid Saying I haven't finished yet I still have a tattoo to get. That says I'm living in the moment. And it's funny how I imagined that I could win this, win this fight. But maybe it isn't all that funny that I've been fighting all my life.) Joe Tazuna - “Bros” (Shake your hair, have some fun. Forget our mothers and past lovers, forget everyone. Oh, I'm so lucky, you are my best friend. Oh, there's no one, there's no one who knows me like you do.) Gin Ibushi - “Crosses” ( Don't you know that I'll be around to guide you? Through your weakest moments to leave them behind you?) Keiji Shinogi - “Alone With A Heart" (Alone with a dream, a silly old dream. A dream that faded away. How I'll get through today? I just don't know.) Alice Yabusame - “Piano Fire” ( Fiery pianos wash up on a foggy coast. Squeaky old organs have given up the ghost. Fire them up and kill the pianos. There's creaky old organs burning on the coast.) Reko Yabusame - “Are You Ready For Me” ( Damned. I'm caught up in a trance of youthful arrogance. A voice who's fueled by pain. Lost and no one gave a toss. But now we've took our slot and so the story changed.) Nao Egokoro - “Youth” (Well I've lost it all, I'm just a silhouette. A lifeless face that you'll soon forget. My eyes are damp from the words you left. Ringing in my head, when you broke my chest. Ringing in my head, when you broke my chest.) Kazumi Mishima - “Black Flies” (Black flies on the windowsill. That we are. That we are. That we are to know. Winter stole summer's thrill. And the river's cracked and cold.) Q-taro Burgerberg - “Hope” (Go, go back to where you held armor against your skin. Don't sink, just swim towards the storm. And once again you'll be reborn, reborn, reborn.) Kai Satou - “Mountains” (And we could run away. Before the light of day. You know we always could. The mountains say, the mountains say.) Kanna Kizuchi - “Spanish Sahara” (Black rocks and shoreline sand. Still that summer I cannot bare. And I wipe the sand of my arms. The Spanish Sahara, the place that you'd wanna. Leave the horror here.) Shin Tsukimi - “Mt.Washington” (Digging like you can bury. Something that cannot die. Or we could wash the dirt off our hands now. Keep it from living underground.) Dolls

Ranmaru Kageyama - “No Below” ( You didn't know me, but he knew me best. The weight of my brain and the fear of my cold head. You never saw me, interred in the ice. My friend tried to melt, but he couldn't thaw me out right. So I got ditched freezing, alone with my thoughts.) Naomichi Kurumada - “Don’t Mess With Me” (I've got the feeling I can break out of anything that is standing in my way. You're the reason I can stay and fight until the death’. Cause what I stand for will not give up.) Anzu Kinashi who I used some creative liberties on - “Fly” ( I reached out to touch the sky. Just tried, reached out to touch the sky. Just be, it's the simplest way to be free. You gotta just just do create the world which you wish to see.) Mai Tsurugi - “Burn It Down” (Always said I was a good kid. Always said I had a way with words. Never knew I could be speechless. Don't know how I'll break this curse.) Hinako Mishuku - “Lucky Ones” ( And everyone you know is searching for some answers. So they won’t feel afraid. All their fears disappear. The future crashes in through moments uninvited leading us away, leading us into a world of only.)

#sara choudin #joe tazuna #gin ibushi #keiji shinogi #alice yabusame #reko yabusame #nao egokoro #kazumi mishima #Q-Taro Burgerberg #kai satou #kanna kizuchi #Shin Tsukimi #Ranmaru Kageyama #naomichi kurumada #anzu kinashi #mai tsurugi #hinako mishuku #YTTD #Your Turn To Die

[aggressivelyarospec]

Anonymous submitted:

“Freeze” Sara Kays

This song sums up my feelings about someone I was in a QPR with in high school

You always said When it gets cold, you wanna die And that's why you left To be under the southern sky

Added!

#aro tunes thursday #m: aug23 #anonymous

[lyricalimerence]

No Matter The Season - JJ Maybank

a/n: so this is based off the song no matter the season by sara kays, it's an incredible song you should listen to it. this is my first time writing on tumblr so i hope it's okay and y'all like it!

word count: 1879

warnings: little angsty, some fluff, lots of hating on yourself, lack of body confidence

summary: you're insecure and jj lectures you because YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL. all of you are beautiful and i know that it's just my word against what you think about yourself, but know that i think you're beautiful so don't beat yourself up or give up on yourself bbys. you're perfect.

i got my long sleeves on. baggy and way too long

The world was spinning on its axis, the sun rose in the east and set in the west, the tides pushed against the shores before being pulled out again. Everything was normal. It was just another day on the boat with the Pogues. Swimming, fishing, drinking cheap beers left over at The Wreck that Kiara’s dad so graciously donated to his daughter’s friend group. It was just another day. But as you stood in the mirror in the bikini Kie coerced you into buying when you two went to the mall as a girls’ weekend, you couldn’t help but notice everything you deemed was a flaw. Every little mark and every curve that was on you but not on Kie or Sarah.

Practically hearing the Pogues start to get antsy for you to hurry up, you reach into your closet and pull out your only warm clothes that were normally preserved for December and January. You let out a shaky breath and held up the hoodie to your torso, itching to just cover up all the insecurities that you have. Throwing the sweatshirt back onto your bedspread, you hold the pair of JJ’s sweatpants that he let you borrow but you’ve never returned, to your waist, remembering how safe you feel when they cinch in your waist and fall down past your ankles.

Dropping the pants to the laminate flooring underneath you, you hug your waist, as you suck in your stomach, feeling a manipulative dosage of serotonin surge through your brain when your arms follow your stomach into your ribcage and your stomach looks thinner in the mirror.

nobody has questions in december, but five months later, all i hear is:

Before you can pull the hoodie and sweatpants on to erase how you truly feel, a quick knock followed by the squeak of your bedroom door hinges rings out, revealing your blond haired boyfriend in your doorway.

A smile etched its way across JJ’s face as he looked you up and down. Scanning every inch of your body, he soaked in your features and how perfect you looked in that bikini, “Damn, Y/N! You ready?”

You clear your throat and retreat into the skin you hate so much, “Yeah, gimme a minute?” JJ nods and respects your request, walking out of your room and closing the door, but leaving it open ajar. You grab the hoodie and sweatpants, turning to see the connecting bathroom, it looks so tempting to just try to make yourself throw up, but you know JJ will hear, and you can’t bear to disappoint him. He just likes you so much.

You pull the sweats on, covering every bit of skin besides the sandals that cover your feet, your fingers that barely stick out of the oversized hoodie, and your face that is on full display as your ponytail pulls your hair back. You slip out of the bedroom quietly, hoping that JJ was already back in the boat, but there he was, his goofy, fun-loving smile playing at his lips while he hears the door creak.

aren’t you warm?

“Y/N?” JJ asks when he sees your oversized clothes, his smiling dropping into a look of concern, “You know it’s August, right? It’s, like, hotter than Hell.”

“Yeah, I just got a chill or something. Might not swim today.” JJ cast one last glance of uncertainty before throwing his arm over your shoulder and walking out of the back door towards the boat with you, bumping your hips together as you walked.

aren’t you sweating up a storm?

Kie jumped up when she saw your and JJ’s shadow from behind the back screen door, excited to see you in your new suit because she’s wearing hers too. Her expression drops when she sees your sweater paws and your sweatpants. “Y/N? Aren’t you warm?”

“I’m freezing, guess I’m comin’ down with something,” you say, your voice becoming raspy as you look at the ground, feeling too self conscious at the idea of just being there, in a bikini, when Kiara and Sarah look that effortlessly good in theirs. You and JJ hop onto the HMS Pogue, settling into a comfortable position at the stern of the boat as John B pulls the boat away from the dock and across the marsh.

JJ leans his head slightly to rest his face in the crook of your neck as he starts to whisper sweet words to you about how gorgeous you look, whether you’re in a skimpy bikini or a fully covered in his sweats or in the dresses Kie lets you borrow when she drags you to the Midsummers parties so she isn’t alone.

are you aware that it’s hotter than hell out here?

You smile slightly as you prop your elbow up against your knee and rest your head in the palm of your hand. Sarah had veged out across one of the seats in the boat and is now fanning herself as sweat starts to collect at her hairline. “Phew, Y/N, aren’t you sweating up a storm?”

“I’m doing okay, actually,” you say, the drops of sweat forming a patch on the back of your hoodie. However, you can’t help but revel in how good it feels to cover up and not to worry about how you look.

Pope drops the anchor into the marsh as Kie, Sarah, John B, and JJ pull off their shirts to get to their swimsuits. They dive into the marsh as you lean over and rest your head on the edge of the boat. JJ stops just before he could follow Pope into the water. “You’re really not coming?”

maybe i would dress for the weather if i would feel better, but i have to tell them all i’m freezing

The sweat forming around your hairline and underneath your arms and on your back starts to accelerate as you become overwhelmed with another lie. You mumble under your breath as the fragment of your friend group swims farther away from the boat, “I would dress for the weather if I felt better, but I don’t.”

“What?” JJ asks, following your eyes with his, managing to secure eye contact with you despite your fidgeting glances. Fixing your gaze on the floor of the boat, you swallow and shake your head, refusing to repeat what you said, not wanting to have said it in the first place. “Feel better about what, Y/N?”

You look up at your boyfriend. Your boyfriend who would flirt with Kie before you two got together, calling her hot and gorgeous. Sure, JJ says the same about you, but he called her hot first and she made it clear that her door was closed. Crossing your arms over your chest defensively, you stand up, digging your toe into the rough vinyl you stood on out of nervous habit. As you straighten up, you suck in your stomach, almost involuntarily. “Look at me, J!”

“I’m looking!” JJ yells, his exasperation rolling off his tongue in the same way as sweat rolls down your back. “And I think you look beautiful, you’re perfect, so if this is about how you look, I don’t understand!”

“I don’t understand either!” You shout back, immediately biting your lower lip as you analyze what you just said. JJ’s expression contorts, his look of concern and confusion falling into one of realization and anger. He reaches out to you, grabbing the cuff of your hoodie and drawing you into him. He shifts his arms once or twice around your body, trying to avoid the places where you sweated through the fabric, but in the end he didn’t care about it.

“You don’t think you’re beautiful?” JJ asks softly, the volume showing an air of compassion and love, but his tone showing his anger at you for thinking of yourself that way. “You are.”

“You can’t just tell me I’m beautiful and expect me to believe it.” You retort, your eyebrows furrowing as you grasp your bottom lip with your teeth even harder, drawing blood in an attempt to halt your lips from quivering.

“Why don’t you believe it?” JJ inquires, his tone softening to concern instead of anger as he pulls you into a seat next to him.

“You have eyes--”

“Yes, I do.”

“I don’t look like Kiara and Sarah do, and they’re actually beautiful.” You say, your voice dropping to a whisper as JJ watches your every move, overanalyzing every little twitch your lip makes to avoid your eyes from spilling over and every time you subconsciously tug at the hem of your sweatshirt, making sure your tummy stays completely covered.

“Obviously you don’t look like them. They have different DNA, silly.” JJ says, attempting to get a laugh or even a giggle out of you, but you don’t budge. Your arms crossing over you tighter, whatever you can do to encase yourself in armor. “Y/N, just because you don’t look like someone who is beautiful doesn’t mean it takes away from your own beauty.”

“I know that.” You mumble as JJ reaches out to push the cuffs of your sleeves up to your elbows.

“You need to believe it. It’s like evolution. It is factual.” JJ insists, tracing images onto your wrists and twisting the bracelets that wrap around your wrist into different shapes. “Your hands help so many people when they’ve fallen and your arms have pulled up the anchor so many times.”

JJ motions for you to take your hoodie off, to which you begrudgingly oblige, immediately wrapping your arms around your torso in a hug as you do so. “Your stomach has eaten so many of my molding PB&J’s without complaint, and your abs have beaten Pope in a push-up contest.”

“My stomach complained, you just weren’t there for that part.” You say with a smile as you tease JJ, his hand coming to clutch his heart in fake pain. You laugh at his antics, only for him to pump his fist into the air in triumph for your laugh.

You shimmy off your sweatpants, showing your tanned legs. You curl into an upright fetal position, trying to hide your thighs and your stomach in one fell swoop. JJ lifts his hands to bring your knees in to lean against his stomach so he can draw circles around your kneecaps. “Your legs have taken you on so many fun adventures.”

Intertwining his fingers with yours, JJ pulls you up to a standing position, holding you an arms length away by your shoulders as you squirm, very aware a passing fisherman could see you. “And your body has danced at so many parties with me and swam to find great treasures in sunken boats.”

“Y/N, you are perfect. You’ve always been perfect.”

“You can’t expect me to--”

“You’re right, I can’t expect you to believe anything I’m saying because the only opinion that matters is your own. But, you are perfect to me and to the rest of the Pogues, and it is okay for you to be insecure about things. But, never, never ever, put yourself down because that shit hurts me too.”

no matter the season.

#jj maybank x reader #jj #obx #outer banks #jj maybank #imagine #fanfic #fanfiction #jj maybank imagine #outer banks imagine #jj maybank fic #outer banks fic

[robertsbarbie]

listening to ‘Freeze’ and like sara kays gets it

#it’s same feeling of ‘but i knew you’ god j can’t #eris: text #music: sara kays #okay be honest do y’all find me listening to music and live-blogging/ being incoherent about it annoying? #cause i feel like i’m being super annoying alkaksjsjdjf

[mytragicendingstory]

“Nobody has questions in December, but 5 months later all I hear is “aren’t you warm? Aren’t you sweating up a storm? Are you aware, that it’s hotter than hell out there?” Maybe I would dress for the weather if I would feel better but I have to tell them all I’m freezing, no matter the season”

— Sara Kays, No Matter the Season

#lyrics #self harm #scars

[firesoulstuff]

Leonard and Future Rory + “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Mph... ‘m fine.”

Leonard raises his eyebrow at that, because Rory is most certainly not fine.

He’d knocked on her door because even though it’s early she’s usually up by this time, and they’re planning to meet some contact of hers who might have a lead on Sara today so he wanted to ask her a few questions.

Questions which died on his lips the moment he opened her door.

He’s squatted down next to her, panic flooding his veins. She’s lying flat on her back on the floor, her blanket strewn out next to her. She’s still in her pajamas and has her t-shirt rolled up under her chest, presumably to allow for more of the ship’s cool air against her flushed skin. Her baggy shorts are also rolled up, her hair damp with sweat.

Next to her is Knut, her robotic dog. She has a system installed in him which links him to her vitals; therefor when Rory is in pain Knut is in pain, and right now he has his front wheel pawed over his eyes and is near shaking.

Oh, and upon peering into the nearby trash can Leonard finds a splash of what looks like last night’s supper.

“Let’s get you to the med-bay.”

“Mph!” She hums in protest, lolling her head to the side in what he thinks is supposed to be a shake. “No. Can’t do... anything.”

She takes in a shuddering breath, and her body practically coils in on itself, rolling her onto her side.

She lays her hand down in the new position, palm flat against the metal floor like she is trying to absorb the cool surface.

“I’ss my... Ugh, I don’t know what you call it.” She mumbles, closing her eyes and pressing her face into the floor. “Bunch of species the women have it, blood comes out when they don’t conceive.”

For a moment Len freezes.

Crap.

He had been planning on having ten more years before having to get his daughter through her period.

As his brain kicks back into gear he tries to think. She’s twenty-one, so obviously she knows what’s happening and has been handling it for awhile. He thinks back to Sara and the few times she ever had her period. She’s never had them this bad. Due to all the trauma her body went through - especially from such a young age - she only gets them every 4-6 months, and they’re light. Based on what he knows of Rory’s past he’s willing to bet she’s the same, if not worse.

Though clearly when hers do come, they come with a vengeance.

“Is it always like this?” He asks, his voice gentle as he can make it.

She shakes her head against the floor.

“Sometimes.” She murmurs, “Only for the first day, if that.”

He knows he shouldn’t ask his next question.

“Has it ever gotten like this while you were in trouble?” In captivity is more the words he’s looking for.

She groans, and that’s answer enough. He doesn’t want to know what her punishment might have been for not being able to move.

“There’s a shot Gideon can give you.” He offers, “It’s a birth control, but it’ll take away the pain and make things lighter.”

She groans, and for a minute he thinks she is going to insist again that she’s fine and ask him to leave her here writhing on her floor.

“Kay...”

With slow and shaky movements she starts to push herself up. She’s barely on her knees when she freezes, her elbows near buckling. She inhales deep through her nose, letting out the breath slowly.

“No.” She says, shaking her head and starting to lower herself back to the ground. “I can’t... I can’t walk. I’ll get it later, for next time.”

Oh noway in hell is there going to be a next time.

Without thinking much he puts a hand on her waist and she looks to him, and before he can second guess it she reaches one arm up and around his shoulders.

He helps her up to her feet, but she’s right, her entire body is trembling and a breath away from shutting down, so he ends up carrying her.

He carries her all the way to the med bay and sets her down gently in the chair, grateful that for once he can do something to make her pain go away.

#fic rec #future verse #rory snart