*choked sobs*

anonymous asked:

Can you do "you look great" with courfeyrac x Ferre, please?

The door behind Courfeyrac creaked open. Courfeyrac looked into the mirror, expecting Marius’ freckled face to show up in the reflection. Instead, Combeferre’s face appeared from behind the wooden panel. Courfeyrac’s heart leaped in his chest.

“No, no, no! You’re not supposed to see me before the ceremony, it’s bad luck!”

There was nowhere to hide, and Combeferre was already standing in the middle of the room. His suit fitted him like a second skin. He’d always looked dapper in formal clothings, but that was something else entirely. Courfeyrac’s eyes fell on his pocket square, which matched the colour of his own suit, and tears welled up in his eyes. It was happening. It was really happening.

“The fiancés aren’t supposed to see each other before the ceremony,” Courfeyrac repeated, his throat tight, choking down an emotional sob.

“That’s straight nonsense,” Combeferre smiled softly.

He adjusted Courfeyrac’s tie, which didn’t need fixing, and looked at his fiancé from head to toe. So that was the suit. Courfeyrac had teased him a lot about it, telling him he’d only see it on The day. Combeferre never doubted Courfeyrac’s tastes. He knew what looked best on him, and that suit was proof of it. It really brought out his eyes. Combeferre couldn’t help but stare.

“You look great,” he eventually said with a shaky smile, his emotions doing weird things in his chest.

“I know,” Courfeyrac giggled, holding on to Combeferre’s arms. Their number one priority was not bursting into tears right there and then. “You’re-You’re so-”

“Shhhh. If you cry right, I’ll cry and we’ll never get before the priest in time.”

Courfeyrac nodded and wiped the corner of his eyes. He took a deep breath.

“Okay, okay. Enjolras is going to wonder where you are. It’d be a shame for him to lose one of the grooms.”

“See you there, okay?”

“I’ll be the one sobbing at the altar.”

concept: team voltron bonding

me: nice

concept: team voltron bonding in the beach

me, holding back tears: nice

concept: team voltron bonding in the beach with hunk and lance teaching everyone how to surf

me, physically choking on my sob: nice

concept: team voltron bonding in the beach with hunk and lance teaching everyone how to surf and Hawaiian Roller Coaster Ride playing in the background

me, on my knees, head tilted up to the sky, fist pumping at the air, tears rolling down my cheeks: NICE………

tell me.
 tell me, how many nights did you stare up at the ceiling, studying the imperfections in the drywall until the sun started peeking through the trees?
 how many breaths of oxygen did your lungs take in it to get your heart to stop racing? 
tell me all of the many times you choked back the sobs and told yourself that you couldn’t hold on anymore.
tell me, how many times did you reach for the razor but refrained because you told promised that the last time was your last time? 
tell me how many times you inhaled the familiar burning sensation of weed because people said the temporary high would help you deal with a permanent problem.
tell me, how many of those little whiskey bottles did you stash in your closet because feeling nothing was better than feeling anything? 
tell me about all the times you cut class to sit in the bathroom, a public sanctuary that reeked of chemicals and the overpowering sweet smell of soap.
 tell me, how many time did you almost come to me for help? 
because let me tell you all of the times I was there, waiting for you.
but you never showed.
—  aloseshermind 

anonymous asked:

Okay but wait if it was Lily's willingness to sacrifice herself to save Harry, why the hell did James's willingness to sacrifice himself to save both Lilly AND Harry not qualify???

ok but imagine it did save both of them and lily had to raise harry alone

  • she emerges from the rubble of her home, limping, her crying son in her arms
  • but otherwise they’re both ok
  • when sirius and remus find her sitting numbly in the front yard she can’t bring herself to tell them about the lifeless body she had to walk around in order to get her son out of the smoldering house
  • they do it for her
  • they pull james’ body from the wreckage, and summon a blanket to lay over him
  • with him laid out like that, lily wonders if harry thinks his dada is sleeping
  • distantly she can hear sirius and remus arguing
  • “i’ll kill him”
  • it takes a glare from lily to shut them up
  • “do you think” her voice is raspy- probably from how much she screamed when she heard james hit the floor
  • she holds harry tighter and reminds herself that, no matter how much it already felt like she’s dead without james, she isn’t and she has someone to live for
  • “do you really think,” she starts again, “that he would want you to do that, possibly get yourselves arrested, and leave harry and i alone?”
  • the boys nod
  • and slowly they sit down on either side of her
  • dumbledore and mcgonagall show up shortly after and usher them all to a new safe house
  • they explain james’ sacrifice 
  • how his love saved them both
  • they didn’t need to though- lily knew that was what saved them
  • they bury him in godric’s hollow, just a few spots away from his parents
  • and they try to continue living 
  • peter is found and sent to azkaban but it still doesn’t feel right
  • nothing feels right to lily
  • except harry
  • so she clings desperately to her son
  • she sends him to muggle school and gets a job at flourish and blotts
  • “i need to do something, remus, i’m so bored while harry is at school”
  • she reads harry stories before bed
  • they have play dates with the weasleys
  • sirius and remus come over every day and eat dinner with them
  • and teach harry how to ride a broom
  • marlene baby sits when lily has to work late
  • they go for walks in the park
  • they get a cat, much to sirius’ dismay
  • and when harry’s letter comes lily wonders if she shouldn’t send him
  • but for all that it took from her- the wizarding world gave her so much too
  • best friends, the wonders of magic
  • james
  • and harry
  • so she takes a deep breath and sends him to hogwarts because she knows it’s where he belongs
  • she meets hermione and the two bond instantly
  • harry writes her every week
  • she goes to every quidditch game 
  • and almost punches dumbledore for allowing her son, this little boy, to remain in the triwizard tournament
  • and finally, when she’s at bill and fleur’s wedding, lily sees- despite the polyjuice potion disguising him- a determined expression on harry’s face is so familiar
  • so much like james
  • so lily lets him go again
  • the next time she sees him is at hogwarts
  • and then again in hagrid’s arms
  • and her heart is on fire because she did not lose her husband, raise harry alone and go through hell just to lose him too
  • so she turns to the man who started all of this
  • but just as she’s raised her wand to finish him, who steps forward but neville longbottom
  • and soon after that it’s over
  • lily holds her son in her arms, strokes his hair like she did when he was little and cries because she truly thought she had lost everything
  • “there’s someone you all need to see” harry whispers
  • they find sirius and remus, he leads them into the forest, and turns a stone three times
  • and there’s james
  • lily is vaguely aware of choked sobs coming from behind her- remus or sirius or both, she can’t quite tell
  • james smiles at her and reaches out his hand to gently brush her face
  • she can barely feel it but at the same time it sets her world on fire just like the very first time he touched her
  • “hiya, prongs,” remus murmurs
  • “boys- you’ve aged well”
  • “shame you haven’t” sirius says
  • james smiles sadly at them before turning back to lily
  • “we never got our proper goodbye”
  • “don’t be a fool james potter- how can i say goodbye to you when you’ll never leave me?”
  • he gives her that look
  • the one that always meant “i love you”
  • “i love you too,” she whispers
  • and then he’s gone again
  • but lily leaves the forest with a small smile on her face because after all these years she knows that he never really was
Pink

Steve x Reader

Summary: What does the color pink stand for?

Word Count: +2.8k | Rating: R

Warnings: SMUT. Oral sex (f receiving), one nsfw gif (directly under the cut) UNPROTECTED SEX (wrap your wang before you bang, bitches)  

A/N: so, i wrote some kinks that Steve may have and i just had to write this down, ugh. show me some love, give me some feedback. and this is my first time writing steve x reader smut, so go easy on me

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((CLAUSTRAPHOBIC LANCE fic under the cut with some Klangst and some cuddling))

He doesn’t remember what the fight is about, but he knows it’s petty. Something stupid that they both blew out of proportion.

“Do you ever just shut up!?” Keith yells, bringing a hand up to the bridge of his nose.

Lance folded his arms, “Do you ever stop saying stupid shit!?” he mocked, getting into Keith’s face with an angry step forward.

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Rage

Draco feels a tremor tear through him. His fists are clenched, his jaw muscles tense, his chest tight, his knees wobbly. He’s breathing heavily as his stomach twists viciously, the hot feeling inside it beginning to spread, infecting the rest of his body. Like venom. He stares down the empty corridor, lit by torches. His vision blurs, little spots appearing in front of him. He feels dizzy. He wants to scream. He wants this feeling inside of him to take physical form, so he can punch it, destroy it.

He wants the rage to leave his body.

Well, what Draco really wants is the cause of his rage to go away. How many letters from his father is he supposed to receive calmly, while Lucius keeps going on and on about how disappointed he is in his son, not sure if he can be even called his son any longer.

Draco feels sick. His stomach gives another twist, but Draco refuses to show weakness. He will not be sick. No. He hears, rather than feels, his jaw cracking as he tenses his muscles further. His arms are shaking now. Unthinkingly, he turns to the wall and punches it. Hard. He feels no pain, but there’s another cracking sound.

Draco feels his eyes sting, which only makes him angrier. This will not make him cry. He will not spill a single tear over this. And yet, he can’t seem to stop the hot tears from running down his cheeks.

He startles when he hears footsteps echoing off the walls. He hastily wipes the tears away with his sleeve and looks up. Of course. Of course it has to be Potter!

“Malfoy.” He sounds puzzled. “What are you doing here?”

Draco doesn’t answer and averts his eyes, in fear of Potter noticing he just had a moment of weakness.

“Malfoy,” Potter repeats. Draco feels a new surge of anger course through him. He wants to hit Potter. Hexing him wouldn’t be gratifying enough. He wants to physically injure him with his hands, his whole body.

Before Potter knows what’s happening, Draco lunges at him. His fist connects with his jaw and Potter stumbles backward. He blinks a few times, obviously flabbergasted and blinks at Draco stupidly. After a moment, he frowns.

“What the hell, Malfoy?”

Draco lunges at him again, trying to land a punch. His vision blurs once more, making it difficult to see where to hit Potter. But it doesn’t matter. Draco doesn’t care which part of Potter he will injure, as long as it hurts. He wants Potter to hurt as much as he does.

But Potter is fighting back. He hits Draco in the stomach, making him flinch. He welcomes the sharp pain. It numbs the other sensations in his body. It doesn’t last long, though. Once again, he feels detached from his body.

Draco’s not sure, but he thinks he got Potter on his shoulder and punched his chest, knocking the breath out of him. When Draco starts whirling around again, striking out in an uncontrolled manner, he suddenly feels arms encircling him, clutching him.

“Damn it, Malfoy, stop,” Potter shouts. He tightens his grip, trying to get Draco to stop moving. Draco fights against the restraint, tries to break free, but Potter is apparently stronger than him.

“Bloody hell, I heard you’ve been starting fights lately for no apparent reason,” Potter squeezes out while Draco still tries to get him off him. “What is the matter with you?”

Draco just grunts and tries to shove his elbow into Potter’s side. He fails. When all his attempts fail, he finally slumps down. Potter, surprised by the sudden extra weight, tumbles and they both go down.

Draco needs a moment to realise he’s half sitting in Potter’s lap, his body still somewhat encircled by Potter’s arms. It’s too much. Draco can’t take this. The hot tears he spilled earlier are nothing compared to what’s happening right now. He’s choking on his own sobs, every inhale torture to his lungs.

He can’t even win a fight against Potter, Draco thinks bitterly. Is his father right? Is Draco really a disappointment? Draco is faintly aware that he’s heaving and puffing, his chest aching.

“Malfoy,” Potter says quietly, uncertainty clear in his voice. He hasn’t moved his arms and Draco wants to slap them away, because the warmth that’s seeping through his robes is too bittersweet for him to bear. It’s not Potter’s intention to comfort him with this proximity.

“Your hand,” Potter suddenly mutters. Draco looks down at it. His hand his bruised and swollen, the skin on his knuckles cracked. He still doesn’t feel any pain. He’s just numb, like most days lately, not in control of his own body.

He hates that he can’t get up and just leave. He’s still sitting in Potter’s lap, sobbing like a child. Draco feels a tentative finger under his chin and tries to jerk his head away, but Potter’s grip is firm. He forces Draco to look at him and Draco can do nothing against it. He stares at Potter as several emotions pass over his face. His eyes are wide and his mouth opens to release a warm puff of breath. Draco feels it on his face and it’s like Potter has struck him.

The aching in his chest worsens and Draco breaks down completely. He lets his head fall down, not caring where it lands. The fingers under his chin disappear, as Draco’s head hits something solid. Potter’s shoulder, he realises, when something soft tickles his ear. Potter’s hair.

Draco knows this is wrong. He knows Potter is getting a glimpse of something, Draco has been trying to hide from everyone. He can’t show weakness. He just can’t.

He isn’t sure, at first, if he’s imagining something pressing into his back and the warmth on his cheek, until he tries to turn his head and finds that he can’t. Because Potter’s cheek is pressing into his, his arms are around Draco once more. He’s drawing circles on Draco’s back with his palms rather awkwardly.

Draco really does know this is wrong and he has no idea what possessed Potter to actually try and comfort him, but when Draco feels a warm hand move over his head and begins stroking his hair, Draco closes his eyes and decides that, just for tonight, he will forget about everything that is wrong.

Hexed

Characters:  Dean x Reader, Sam

Summary:  Reader and Dean are…you guessed it…hexed.  Is it a sexual curse or something more?

Word Count:  2111

Warnings:  Lots of language, lots of smut (rough-ish smut)

As always, feedback is appreciated.  Tags are at the bottom.

Originally posted by holy-fucking-damn-shit

Hexed 

There is a time and place for everything, this is neither the time nor the place. Not for Dean to be looking at me like that, no sir. Had I always hoped he’d fix those ethereal green eyes on me that way? My mama didn’t raise a liar, so I’m not going to lie to you. Yeah, I want that man to fix those eyes on me just like that. Wanted him to for a long time now. There’s a lot of things I want from Dean Winchester.  That man is a walking wet dream, sex on bow-legs.

Things is, he’s not supposed to be looking at me like that. Sure as hell not right this very minute.  It’s not part of the plan. We’re working a fucking case for god’s sake. I’m not talking about research or footwork, interviewing and investigating. We are legitimately standing in this room right the fuck now and a motherfucking witch was just here with us. There is a blade in my hand and a gun in his. We had a job to do, one goddamn job.

Now that bitch of a witch is gone. Poof, vanished, adios amigos, just fucking gone. She mumbled some shifty spell work and now Dean fucking Winchester is looking like he wants to screw my brains out.

I’m looking right back at him and I got the same look in my eye.  

I don’t know what that piece of shit did to us, but my breasts are heavy, achy. My nipples are straining against the fabric of my bra and if somebody doesn’t touch them right this very instant and relieve that pressure, I’m going to scream. Or come. I don’t know which.  

There’s a burning in between my thighs, I’m squeezing them together hoping to ease some of the pressure but it’s only making it worse. Times infinity. My skin is all heat and fire, I’m consumed by need and lust.

Dean is a mirror, his eyes reflect back at me the same fever I’m feeling. I can see his cock - Jesus fucking Christ - swelling and straining against those blue denim jeans. In three short steps his crossed the room, a strangled sound leaving his lips before his lips press to mine. Our weapons clatter to the ground making one hell of a racket, but I give no fucks.

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WHO ELSE WAS LITERALLY GASPING FOR McFUCKING AIR DURING ELIZABETH AND WILL’S REUNION BECAUSE I WAS ABOUT TO PASS OUT

BTS Reaction to You Fainting During an Argument

Incognito; how would BTS react if their s/o fainted during a heated argument bc she got too worked up? thanks xx ; reposted

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Jin ➳ “You asshole!” Seokjin’s eyes widened when your eyes fluttered shut and you slowly fell to the ground. He ran to you, shaking you and calling your name in hopes that you’d wake up. He felt like his world stopped, like everything froze and he was all alone and once you woke up, you were greatly confused but you pushed yourself away from him, and he immediately felt remorseful. “Don’t freaking touch me.”

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Suga ➳ Yoongi was tired of yelling at you, so he flipped you off and began to walk away to avoid digging a deeper grave. “Fuck you!” He heard you scream at him but once he heard a thud on the ground and not the door slamming—his heart stopped. He turned and ran to your fallen form, tears brimming his eyes as he tried to wake you up. 

“I’m an idiot,” he whispered and when your eyes fluttered open after a few long seconds, he embraced you tightly. “I’m sorry.”

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J-Hope ➳ Hoseok felt horrible when you collapsed during your heated argument. He wished he could beat himself up and go back in time, listening to what you were saying, wishing more than anything he could have stopped being so selfish. He stared at your sleeping form on the bed, too scared to sleep from what had happened; thinking you’d suddenly stop breathing and quickly be ripped away from his grasp. He knew for a fact that he didn’t want to experience that ever again.

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RapMonster ➳ You were fuming, your fists clenched at your sides and he couldn’t help but find you cute. He softly chuckled and you got even angrier, raising your tone and shreiking at him until your voice began to grow softer and softer before you fell limp against his chest with a soft thud. Even though you had already woken up and he began to apologize profusely, he was too scared to be close to you — only watching you from afar to make sure nothing bad happened to you again.

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Jimin “I hate you!” It kept repeating in his head, something you had screamed before you had lost consciousness. Hugging his knees to his chest as he watched you sleep soundly in your shared bed, he was absolutely petrified and was disappointed in himself for having the argument go to such lengths. The way he had gotten jealous over something stupid, saying something to you he’d surely regret as your words repreated within his mind like a mantra. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!

A lone tear would fall down his cheek before he whispers, “I don’t deserve you.”

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V ➳ It didn’t register in his mind when you fell, but on instinct he ran and caught you before you collided to the ground as his heart began to bang desperately against his chest. “Fuck,” he’d mutter to himself while trying to wake you up, but when you wouldn’t come to he would burst into tears. “Baby, please, wake up..” He felt stupid as he held you tightly in his arms, he knew how weak your body was and now that you fainted, he knew he wanted to protect you for the rest of his life. “Please,” he sniffled, “I need you.”

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Jungkook He was terrified when angry expression softened, eyes fluttering shut as he immediately caught you in his arms and called an ambulance. His heart was beating erratically and he choked a sob, assuming he had killed you during your fiery exchange but once you woke up; he would give you multiple mini kisses all over your face as they rolled you onto a gurney, saying “I’m never arguing with you again, from now on..you’re always right.”

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Draco wasn’t breathing. 

Why wasn’t he breathing?

Had Harry done something wrong?

He tightened his grip around Draco, hugging him closer, closer, closer, breathing soft words of encouragement in his ear. “Please, baby,” Harry whispered, his heart hammering in his chest because why wasn’t Draco breathing? “Talk to me.” 

Draco jerked in his arms, as if slapped, and he choked back a sob, “I - I can’t -”

“I’m sorry -” Harry immediately said, kissing the top of Draco’s head. “You don’t need to do anything, baby, I’m sorry.”

He stayed silent, burying himself deep against Harry’s chest. Draco kept jerking in Harry’s arms, as if in war with himself, not sure if he wanted to bolt or get closer, closer, closer

Why was Draco crying?

“Did I do something wrong?” Harry tried tentatively after a while, rocking them from side to side. 

(What? It seemed to calm toddlers down - there was no reason why it wouldn’t do the trick for Draco.)

“No,” Draco whispered into his chest, heaving. “I - it’s my fault - I -”

“Your fault?”

Draco nodded. “I - I’m - you’re gay and I’m… I’m not a real boy -”

“Oh.”

So that was the problem. “Draco,” Harry started carefully, “you are. Just because you don’t have a cock -”

Draco giggled - hiccoughed a dry sob. “Vulgar.”

“Shut up,” Harry smiled. “I mean it, though. You’re a boy.”

“I’m not -”

“You are.” Harry said firmly, his grip on Draco so tight it might bruise. “I’m gay, you’re a boy -”

“Harry -”

“- and I am incredibly in love with you.”

“Oh,” Draco said, his breath hot on Harry’s neck. He was silent for a while, almost scarily still, until he slowly tilted his head to look up at Harry. His eyes were red, his cheeks wet with tears, and he had never looked more beautiful. “Oh,” he repeated, a smile breaking through. “I love you too.”

Harry kissed his nose. 

Partly because he knew it would make Draco giggle again.

Partly just because he could.

But mostly because, though still crying, Draco was breathing again.