a mind full of whispers

Pennywise x You - In Dreams (Rated M Smut)

This was from an Anon request about writing something for those who have a fear of clowns. Well…I dont think this has helped XD So I suck at fulfilling that request, but I hope you like it! If its wanted I will do a Part 2

Warning - Dream sex, pleasure and pain, You/Reader being whipped, Fear of clowns, Dream man, Masturbation, CLOWNS CLOWNS CLOWNS, send in the clowns, Yes I know this is OOC I’ve read the books, it’s fanfiction

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anonymous asked:

Can I pretty pretty please see a feverishly delusional Lance stuck in bed and missing breakfast? Then Keith going down to check on him and Lance just groggily looking up at him and saying things like "You're really pretty, Keith." "Is bang you in a heartbeat if you'd let me." And when the others come in, Keith just turns to them in fear and says, "Oh my god, he's lost his mind."

Words cannot express how much I love this prompt.

When the his alarm goes off in the morning, Lance feels unusually tired and sluggish. Opening his eyes is difficult; his eyelids feel like they’ve been weighed down with stones. Eventually he manages to pry his eyes open and reach over to turn off his alarm. Every movement is slow and clumsy-the world feels like it’s moving in slow motion.

Now that he’s a little more aware, Lance realizes that something must be wrong with the heating system on the ship. It’s the only explanation for why his skin feels like it’s on fire, and his hair is plastered to his skin with sweat. Groaning, Lance reaches down, feeling around with his fingertips for the edge of the blanket and tossing it off of him. The instant rush of cool he feels allows him to breathe a sigh of relief.

The blanket ends up in a heap on the floor, but Lance is willing to clean it up later if it means that he doesn’t have to boil alive. Speaking of getting up, he should probably head to breakfast now. Slowly, carefully he levers himself into a sitting position, pausing for a moment to let his spinning head and churning stomach settle.

Pushing himself to his feet proves to be his undoing. Lance wobbles for a moment, briefly hopeful that he’s going to make it, before he’s overcome with dizziness and falls back onto the bed. He curls into a tight ball, trying to stop the room from spinning and his head from pounding. He’ll be fine-he just needs a few minutes. It’s probably just low blood sugar or something like that, and it’ll clear up as soon as he has breakfast.

He doesn’t even notice when he falls asleep.

Keith scowls as he stands outside the door to Lance’s room. Of course the slacker is running late. The others had been worried when Lance hadn’t showed up at breakfast, but Keith had just rolled his eyes, figuring that the blue palladin had just overslept. He’d volunteered to go fetch Lance-not because he was worried, but so he could give him a lecture for being lazy.

“Lance?” Keith calls, knocking on the door again. Still no answer. Grumbling under his breath, Keith decides to just open the door and go in. If Lance wanted privacy, he would show up on time.

He shoves the door open, calling Lance’s name again and sighing heavily. This is not how he wanted to spend his morning.

He stops in his tracks when he spots Lance. The blue palladin is sprawled out on his bed, a deep red fever blush painting his cheeks. The rest of his face is deathly pale.

Keith curses, kneeling by the bed. He shakes Lance’s shoulders gently. “Lance? Are you okay?” He presses a hand to Lance’s cheeks and forehead, wincing at the heat that he finds.

Lance slowly cracks his eyes open. “Heya Keith,” he slurs tiredly. His eyes are glassy and dazed.

“Oh good, you’re awake,” Keith says in relief. “Listen, you’re running a really high fever. We need to get you to the medical bay.”

Lance doesn’t seem to be listening, just shoots Keith a crooked smile. “You’re really pretty, Keith. Especially when you’re worried.”

“What?” is all that Keith manages to sputter out. But Lance isn’t done yet.

“I’d bang you in a heartbeat if you’d let me,” Lance says seriously, letting his eyes fall closed again.

Keith can’t even come up with any words to respond. He’s pretty sure that his brain has short-circuited.

After Keith has been gone for quite a while, with no sign of either the blue or red palladins, Pidge gets impatient. “What is taking those boys so long?” she asks irritably, standing up. “I’m going to go see what they’re up to.”

Hunk and Shiro voice their concerns as well, and the three of them make their way over to Lance’s room, where Keith had been going before. Finding the door open, they peek in.

It’s certainly an odd scene: Lance is lying on the bed, looking deathly ill, while a dazed-looking Keith crouches next to him.

“Keith? What’s going on?” Shiro asks tentatively.

Keith turns to face them, his face full of confusion. “Oh my god, he’s lost his mind,” he whispers hoarsely. “He’s saying the strangest things.”

Sweetness Part Four

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Y/N bit her lower lip, a blush on her cheeks as she stands in the room, her hands nervously playing with her sleeves. She wasn’t sure why she felt nervous now, the hard part was done, her and Harry had exchanged the “I do”, they had shared their vows, the planning was over. They were married. But standing in front of him made her want to pee, the butterflies going insane in her stomach.

Harry closed the door behind him, his hands shaky. It was done, they were married, yet he couldn’t breathe. He was excited, he just wanted to hold her, but when he turned he froze. She was so beautiful, she was always beautiful, but today was different. Today was a day he never wanted to forget, today was a day he wanted to keep reliving. She looked much different than the mess she was the last two months, screaming, crying.

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I’m happy for you (part 1)

• • December 21st, 2000 • •

Harry wasn’t ready to come out to the Wizarding World, let alone tell his friends and family he’d been secretly dating a former death eater for 8 months. Draco hadn’t mind at first, but when his feelings turned into something deeper he felt like an embarrassing secret that Harry preferred to keep locked in a box, hidden in a dirty basement. Draco didn’t mean for things to get so out of control when he confronted him about it. The discussion quickly escalated and they were suddenly shouting on each other’s faces.

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GETTING BACK TOGETHER | Yuta
  • Nakamoto Yuta
  • “Healing Smile”
  • like when you see him smile, any pain or discomfort that you feel right now instantly vanishes
  • one time, you just had a leg operation so he visited you at the hospital
  • your leg hurts as hell like boi wtf is this
  • Yuta being Yuta, brought you fruits instead of flowers
  • “You don’t need flowers”
  • “You can’t eat them so I just thought of bringing you fruits”
  • you start eating the fruits he brought and while you’re eating, he’s just watching you
  • and you’re like “WHAT?”
  • He just giggles and smiles at you
  • then BOOM
  • the pain from your leg operation just disappeared
  • when you first met him, you thought that he’s the type of guy who doesn’t take things seriously
  • because he’s so cheerful and talkative af during breaktimes at your school
  • he’s the captain of your school’s soccer team yet you see him play soccer with the younger kids during breaktime lol Yuta
  • until you saw him one time while he was practicing soccer
  • that’s when you noticed that he REALLY takes things seriously especially his love for soccer
  • that’s why he’s so good at playing it and became the team captain because he practices really hard
  • whenever you’re sad, he’s always there to do aegyos in front of you
  • which by the way makes you cringe so hard
  • but still manages to get you laugh and lessen all your worries
  • you also know about his dreams of becoming an idol
  • and you support him with it
  • so you let him leave, allowing him to pursue his dream
  • you are aware that it wouldn’t be easy
  • but never thought that it would be this DIFFICULT
  • if before you guys would talk for hours on the phone, now that they’ve debuted, you guys only get 10 minutes to talk with each other
  • sometimes, there’s an additional 20 minutes to it if you guys were lucky
  • until those calls suddenly stopped
  • “Nakamoto Yuta is currently unavailable right now. Please just leave a message right after the tone.” -BeeeEEEEeeep-
  • From “One Call Away” to “We Don’t Talk Anymore” real quick #CharliePuthZoned ok i’m such a horrible person i’m sorry hahahaha no i’m not hahahahahahaha
  • Your situation would be somehow similar to Jaehyun
  • except that the fans both love you guys
  • Only Yuta knows about the company not being in favour of your relationship
  • so the company asks him to break up with you
  • “EITHER SAY GOODBYE TO YOUR CAREER OR TO THAT GIRL. YOU CHOOSE.”
  • “They really said that?!?!?!?!!!!!!!!” - Hansol
  • “That’s such a foul move.” - Johnny
  • “It definitely is a foul move.” - Taeyong
  • “You guys can still date secretly. Chill out.” - Haechan
  • “Haechan, I think you’re forgetting the fact that we’re not trainees anymore.” - Yuta
  • “But (y/n) noona is really fun to be with. I wish there’s a way out of this.” - Mark
  • “Tell the company that you got her pregnant.” - Jaehyun
  • *insert the members facepalming themselves*
  • lol Jaehyun no… just no
  • yes they did give him a death glare
  • “That’s supposed to be my line Jaehyun. Jfc.” - Ten
  • The members tried to give him suggestions on how to make this easy
  • but they only ended up giving him useless and dumb suggestions
  • and that’s when they realized that it will never be easy no matter what
  • Yuta texted you that he has one week off from his work
  • you felt very excited because this means that you guys would be spending so much time together
  • but Yuta didn’t feel the same way
  • for him, it’s like a countdown towards doomsday
  • though he never let it show what’s really bothering him because oh look how beautiful and relieving his smile is
  • problems? where?
  • what is even a PROBLEM?
  • DAY 1: Yuta took you to the Korean stationery shops
  • He helped you choosing which calligraphy pens you need for your project even though they’re just the same colour but different brand.
  • He even told you “I hope you’ll use those pens when you write your love letter for me at our anniversary” yuta’s_healing_smile.jpg
  • DAY 2: He took you to your favourite Korean restaurant
  • He lets you order any food that you want but when he noticed that you only mostly ordered meat he frowns
  • “Hey, it’s not fair that you’re the only one who’s gonna eat meat”
  • “Eat some vegetables too”
  • And when you protest, he shoves a spoonful of vegetables into your mouth
  • You: “STOP BEING LIKE TAEYONG EOMMA!”
  • “I just want you to be healthy that’s why I’m making you eat veggies too. I don’t want you getting sick. Who will be my food buddy once you got sick?” then he wipes away the leftover sauce on your lips
  • DAY 3: He took you out to get some bubbletea
  • Even though it’s freezing cold, you guys still got those cold bubbletea drinks you guys are weird
  • “Hey Yuta, you want to try my purple taro?”
  • “Sure”
  • But instead of tasting it through the plastic straw, he tastes it through your lips
  • and guuuuuurl, he’s a great kisser
  • DAY 4: He took you to the movies
  • He cried when the dog died
  • but he bawled his eyes out the most when the guy and the girl from the same movie broke up wow affected much
  • he cried so loud that the people inside the theatre told him to shut up and fuck off
  • so you guys didn’t end up finishing the movie and just left
  • “Omg Yuta, I’ve never seen you cry over something fictional”
  • He suddenly hugs you tight
  • “Jagiya, always remember that I love you so much, okay?”
  • “What is wrong with you Yuta? Why are you being like this all of a sudden?”
  • “Jagiya, just promise me that you’ll always remember how much I love you, okay? Don’t ever forget that, no matter what happens.”
  • DAY 5: He took you to Lotte World Ice Rink
  • You don’t even know how to skate but it didn’t matter because Yuta was there to help you
  • He would occasionally laugh at you slipping on the ice but mostly, his hands would either be holding your hands or your waist
  • which results for him to hug you a lot
  • “Yuta, how can I even skate if you’re hugging me like this?”
  • “It’s cold jagiya. Let me warm up at least.”
  • “Of course it’s gonna be cold. We’re inside an ice skating rink!”
  • On that same day, he also took you to Sky Rose Garden
  • “Woooooooow! Look at how beautiful these roses are, Yuta!”
  • “But they’re not as beautiful as you.” - Yuta
  • yaaaaaaaas boi that’s how you do it
  • you blush with what he said then he cups your face and kisses you on the lips
  • DAY 6: He took you to N Seoul Tower
  • “Why’d you bring a lock?”
  • He doesn’t answer you and just writes both of your names on the lock
  • underneath your names, he wrote: “If life won’t let us be together for now, then love will find a way to make us stay together for a lifetime in the future.”
  • this is heartbreaking Yuta why
  • stop it
  • anywayyyy…
  • you blushed a hell lot when you read what he wrote
  • your heart skipped a beat when both of you placed the lock on
  • Yuta kept the key but he said that he’s gonna leave it at the Postbox of Love so that no one finds the key for your lock.
  • DAY 7: You guys went to Yeojwacheon Stream
  • You guys just took a stroll there and kept taking pictures of each other
  • You were a little bit sad because it’s your last day of being together and after this, he’s going back to work again
  • Yuta, on the other hand, is feeling way worse
  • He’s having conflicted emotions
  • He wants to stay with you forever but he couldn’t because he has a career that he wanted to protect too
  • So he decided to do it tomorrow
  • and let you guys have your last moment as a couple
  • That evening, he cried when you guys stopped by the bridge
  • “What’s wrong?”
  • “I’m just gonna miss you so much.”
  • Then without any further ado, he kisses you again on the lips
  • but you noticed something different with his kisses
  • they were full of desperation though you didn’t mind it that much anyway
  • He whispers to you: “I love you (y/n)… gosh, I love you so much.”
  • “I love you too.”
  • dO YOU heAR ThAT?!?!?!
  • tHAT’S thE SounD OF MY HEArt BREAKing…
  • The next day, after they had a tv guesting, he asked if you guys could meet up again
  • He says that he has something to tell you
  • He went to your house looking all sullen
  • You noticed it immediately but you just waited for him to tell you what’s wrong
  • “Let’s break up”
  • You blinked twice, trying to process what he just told you
  • “I-It’s cold out here. Do you want to come inside first for a warm tea?”
  • You hoped that he would reject it but a part of you wishes that he would accept your offer
  • HE DIDN’T ACCEPT YOUR OFFER
  • “I’m sorry”
  • “So I guess this is it, huh?” You tried not to cry but you start tearing up anyway
  • He nods and looks at you directly which broke you guys even more
  • “Before I let you go, may I know the reason why you’re breaking up with me?”
  • He sighs, “It’s not just gonna work out. I’m too busy. I… I can’t fulfill my duties and responsibilities towards you.”
  • “I don’t want to be unfair to you”
  • “You deserve better”
  • “Please try to be happy without me” then he left
  • Y O U   D I D   N O T   S T O P   C R Y I N G    A B O U T   I T    U N T I L  7   D  A   Y   S    L A T E R
  • You didn’t know this but three days after your break up with him, he went back to all of the places that you guys had gone together
  • He even went to N Seoul Tower and tried to take off your lock
  • yes he kept the key he didn’t leave it at the Postbox of Love
  • he failed at taking off the lock and just burst out crying
  • the members got worried because he didn’t rehearse with them for a couple of days due to him catching a flu
  • Hansol texted you and said that Yuta is sick so you went to their dorm
  • When you got there, he was sleeping
  • so you asked help from Taeyong and Jaehyun to prepare a meal for him and the other members
  • just as you guys finished cooking, Yuta woke up
  • you brought the soup that you made under Taeyong’s supervision of course to Yuta
  • he was actually surprised and confused that you’re still here
  • you guys talked casually and laughed like nothing bad happened
  • the same kind of chemistry is still there
  • “I still don’t get why we broke up”
  • “I mean, you are the best boyfriend I could ever have.”
  • You were about to cry again and looked at him in the eye, “Am I ugly Yuta?”
  • “Am I exchangeable?”
  • “No, that’s not it (y/n)”
  • “THEN WHY?!”
  • lol MY EX AND WHYS STARRING YOU AND NAKAMOTO YUTA, NOW SHOWING
  • He couldn’t take it anymore and just told you everything from the fact that the company disapproves of your relationship to the day when they asked him to break up with you.
  • you felt relieved that somehow he told you the truth but you wished he could’ve told you sooner so you guys could take some proper measures for it together
  • when he was a lot better, you guys talked to the company and tried to convince them
  • and luckily, they approved it already
  • as long as it doesn’t interfere with Yuta’s obligations to his group
  • Both of you told the other members about this
  • PAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRTTTTTTTAAAAAYYYY
  • “So can I hold your hand again?”
  • You just smiled and intertwine your hand with his
  • “My cheeks are burning”
  • He looks around to see if anyone was looking at the two of you and when he notices that no one’s watching he plants a quick but passionate kiss on your lips
  • everyday you watch him on his rehearsals
  • even on their live shows
  • you even went to one of their fansigns
  • Yuta smiled like there was no tomorrow
  • it’s because he always knew that you were one of his reasons why he loves his work so much
  • YOU HAVE ALWAYS BEEN HIS INSPIRATION
Spones snippet: Solving for Happy

FLASH FICTION inspired vaguely by one paragraph in The Wind Here Sings by Eddaic and by a post I saw once (author forgotten, sorry) which analyzes Spock’s reaction to the “happy” feelings he experienced with Leila Kalomi– that post’s opinion about his clinical and indifferent perspective on happiness is rather different than mine.

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Spock considers happiness frequently in light of his experiences with Leila Kalomi.  He considers it as a Vulcan should– or he attempts to; he isn’t quite sure he achieves the proper detachment.  Happiness is a state he was once not intimately familiar with.  Now he is.  Its absence should not be a matter of note.  A full Vulcan  (a true Vulcan, a real Vulcan, his mind whispers in the voice of his childhood bullies) would not find its current absence a matter worthy of concern.

Kaiidth.  What is, is.  

Spock externalizes his improper concerns with happiness by directing his gaze abroad to others.  What is this thing?  Do all humans experience it?  How frequently?  How much is enough?

“It isn’t a god damn equation, Spock,” McCoy protests when queried.  “You can’t solve a human for ‘happy’ like you can come up with the value of a mathematical constant.  People don’t work that way.”

Perhaps they do not.  Spock observes some people are happier, or less happy, than others.  Perhaps McCoy was a poor choice of respondent; he seems less happy than many of Spock’s human crewmates.  But McCoy is his… friend… and thus he was a logical choice.

A Vulcan should not see the absence of happiness as problematic, but humans clearly do– and thus it begins to bother Spock that McCoy is obviously not happy.  Unhappiness may even have deleterious effects on his health, and thus on his professional function– which makes it Spock’s business to be concerned, after a fashion.

Spock begins to plot McCoy’s happiness like the trajectory of a parabola– it turns out to be a very irregular parabola, really more of a random set of data points, events connected only by the fact that they make McCoy smile or lighten his demeanor.  

Spock acts subtly to influence events, when he can, in small and judicious ways that may suffice to make McCoy happy.  Occasionally he succeeds– upgrades to medical facilities, conceding a point in an argument, conspiring with the doctor to ensure Jim’s well-being.  Betraying a flicker of highly inappropriate emotion can do it, in the right circumstances.  But he can never compete with the big things: a call from McCoy’s daughter.  Jim’s gift of a big bottle of Saurian brandy on a random date when McCoy seems particularly depressed– the anniversary of his divorce, Spock learns later.  

Evidence that Jim cares.

Fascinating.

He procures a modest amount of tree-grown fruit and presents it to McCoy on the date of his birth, as per human tradition– provoking not the hoped-for smile, but an acerbic, defensive sputter complete with derogatory references to the color of his blood and the shape of his ears.  Spock is nonplused, even dismayed– until McCoy turns away with the little parcel in his hands, and Spock realizes the doctor’s step is light and springy, his shoulders lifted, his voice bright and energetic.

Spock stays long enough to hear McCoy begin to hum before he leaves, suppressing the temptation to let his own lips curve upward.

The equation may be insoluble over the long term, but for this moment, Spock has succeeded.  McCoy is happy– and that, in turn, gives Spock a pleasant sense of contentment that he now recognizes, though he would not have done so before visiting Omicron Ceti III.  

He, too, is happy.   

fic: to prove it so

[obi-wan/anakin] pg. 3511 words.

‘Then it was real, my Padawan.’

Anakin shudders. He hasn’t heard Obi-Wan call him that in decades. It is beyond his comprehension that he could be here, held close as if he is still precious to the one he callously threw away to call another as Master

‘How?’ asks Anakin, persistent. 

‘You’d have to ask Master Yoda for specifics, but I believe there is this thing called the Force that guides each and every one of us – ’

Anakin laughs for the first time in so long; it hurts and fills him up with a strange mix of joy and despair.

a/n: for the obikin week 2017, which i just realised was happening. two prompts for the price of one - regret and second chance. title taken from light by sleeping at last (give it a listen, it’s utterly obikin). i hope you like this. 

ao3 or 

-

Death feels like taking his first breath in decades.

It’s also dark.

Quiet.

Alone.

Perhaps the Force has finally forsaken him. After all, what is a moment’s goodness compared to nearly a lifetime of evil? But there had been hope for him at the end, when his Masters had come, and Obi-Wan had given him a smile of – of –

Anakin doesn’t know. It’s been forever since he can think of his Master without suffocating in rage and hate, and even longer to remember what he once was like without emotions clouding him. Where is Obi-Wan’s ghost now? Probably in the afterlife he deserves, laughing at his foolish old Padawan.

This nothingness, Anakin deserves. Strange, how even in death, hope still hurts.

Foolish, indeed.

-

Then, footsteps.

Then, the Force.

Then, an achingly familiar presence.

A door opens and light rushes into the dark, and Anakin lifts his head to squint against it.

‘Anakin, what are you doing in there?’

The starburst softens into something gentler, like Obi-Wan’s young, bare face peering curiously down at him.

Anakin gasps. ‘Master, you’re back!’ He flings himself into Obi-Wan’s arms. Anakin senses the sudden stillness in the Force, echoed in Obi-Wan’s body, and a strange fear flows through him. Oh, the old man still hates him, a voice whispers in the back of his mind, full of dark fire and glowing eyes, and Anakin thinks he’ll be swallowed by this ancient dragon –

And then Obi-Wan pulls him into his embrace, sighing into Anakin’s hair. ‘Hello, Anakin. I’m home.’

With a shudder, the dragon crumbles to ash and Anakin grins up at Obi-Wan, surprised and pleased by the words. Nearly two years as Obi-Wan’s Padawan and it still seems as if Obi-Wan doesn’t want him at all.

Anakin wants to keep this closeness and so he holds on, merely pulling back enough that he can look up at his Master’s face. ‘How did the mission go, Master?’ he asks, voice high and sweet. The sound of it seems funny to him, all of a sudden, just like the way Obi-Wan looks so young.

‘It went very well, Anakin. Should I expect the same for your studies while I was away?’

‘Of course! I was a model Padawan. I think Master Windu is in shock.’

Obi-Wan places a hand on top of his head. It doesn’t feel heavy but Anakin can feel it all the way down to his toes. ‘Hm, that only worries me, Padawan.’

Anakin is smiling so hard that it hurts. His Master has never allowed such contact before he left for his mission in the Outer Rim nor been so openly kind, but Anakin isn’t going to complain.

‘Don’t worry, Master,’ he says proudly, thumping his chest, ‘I really was good. I passed all my exams and defeated everyone in saber training.’

‘Is that so?’

‘Yes! Master Drallig said I was one of the most talented trainees he’d ever seen!’

Such boasts would usually earn him a disappointed look and a lecture on humility (even though, really, Anakin is better than his peers) but Obi-Wan merely gives a soft chuckle, hugs him once more, and then gently releases him. Anakin is delighted and confused and wants to cling some more but minds himself. His Master is acting strangely. He can feel the affection flowing through their training bond. It is so close to attachment that it makes Anakin pause. Obi-Wan has repeatedly told him that attachments are forbidden and now this. Perhaps the mission had gone horribly wrong and his Master is gravely ill.

Anakin grabs Obi-Wan’s hand and tries to sense anything wrong with him using the Force. ‘Master,’ he says slowly, ‘are you sure you’re alright?’ He waves a hand and frowns. ‘You’re being weird.’

Obi-Wan smiles down at him and squeezes his hand. ‘I’m fine, Anakin. I’m just glad to see you.’

He’s not stupid enough to believe that Obi-Wan never lies but the fond look on his face seems real enough (oh, Anakin wants it to be real). His fears shrink even more in the back of his mind.

‘Alright, Master, but I think a trip to the Healers’ Room should be our first stop today.’

‘What’s the second?’

‘To look for my Kyber crystal?’

This time, Obi-Wan laughs. It’s a rare sound and Anakin bounces on his toes in glee.

‘I don’t mind seeing a Healer, my dear one, but it will be some time yet before you’re ready for the Gathering.’

Anakin grins winsomely. ‘I had to try, Master.’

‘Do or do not, there is no try,’ quotes Obi-Wan in a thoughtful, croaky voice.

Anakin laughs and the Force thrums with his happiness.

-

Anakin could not remember a more perfect day than this.

His Master briefly meets with the Council and afterwards informs him that they will spend the day together to catch up on Anakin’s progress. It involves a short detour with the Healers who say there is nothing wrong with Obi-Wan (and Anakin secretly breathes a sigh of relief because what if everything that has happened so far is the result of a brain injury?) and they have lunch in the gardens where Anakin regales Obi-Wan with his impressive achievements in the past week. His Master is not a silent listener throughout and comments on this (Anakin’s supposedly superb footwork) and that (Anakin’s sudden meditation prowess) with his familiar dry wit and sarcasm but lacks the usual sternness that prickles at Anakin’s pride.

They laugh and talk the day away. Other Masters and younglings look at them with fond exasperation and curiosity (Master Windu passes by five times with an eyebrow pitched higher and higher) but Obi-Wan only crooks a small smile at all of them.

They go for a swim in one of the many pools, something that rarely happens because Anakin doesn’t trust anyone else besides his Master to keep him safe should he stray from the shallow parts. He dearly loves to swim but a childhood in a desert planet had instilled in him the inability to be fully comfortable wading in water despite the skills he’d painstakingly learned to try and overcome it. Anakin is sure that it’s Obi-Wan’s doing when he gets splashed in the face a few times but Obi-Wan only tells him it’s the nearby waterfall, Anakin, really, would your respectable Master ever do such a thing? and try as he might, Anakin can’t prove otherwise.

Once they are dry and warm, Obi-Wan lures him into meditation with gentle smiles and even gentler words and, for once, Anakin doesn’t mind sitting still and letting his breathing out of his body so he can bring the Force in. It doesn’t rush through him like it usually does, a raging river, but flows as smoothly and peacefully as it does for his Master. Anakin can feel the presence of many younglings around them and he wishes they are all happy and be chosen by Masters as good as his.

The smile Obi-Wan has for him once Anakin wakes from his trance is as beautiful as the Force singing in his heart.

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All perfect days must come to an end and Anakin fervently prays it will come back tomorrow as he readies himself for bed. He can hear Obi-Wan in the next room doing the same; quiet footfalls and murmurs that he hadn’t known he’d missed until the silence is suddenly not quite as lonely anymore. Anakin tugs the blanket up to his chin and falls asleep to the memory of this day.

But peace doesn’t follow him there. He sees fire behind his closed eyes, and blood, and tears, and love sundered, and his mother’s gravestone, and hears screams of children that sound just like his. Anakin tries to wake but he cannot. He suffocates in a dark mask, feels pain beyond his imaginings. No, he roars, thrashing from one nightmare to another, no, no, no, I am – I did not – Mother – Padmé – Master – Master – Obi-Wan!

‘Anakin,’ a voice sings to him, soft and worn, ‘dear one. Quiet, now. Hush.’

A hand, steady and firm, wipes across his brow and the tears streaming his cheeks.

‘Master?’ calls Anakin, childlike and lost. He is afraid to open his eyes.

‘Yes, I’m here.’ Arms, warm and safe, close around him. ‘I’m here, Anakin.’

Anakin burrows into the embrace, crying, it seems, a thousand tears for a thousand different regrets, and Obi-Wan holds him through them all.

If he is quiet and small enough, maybe he won’t have to open his eyes. He can stay here where it’s good and smells like his Master.

Obi-Wan gently tugs on a lock of hair. ‘Anakin,’ he says, ‘don’t you think it’s time to wake up?’ and shatters that hope.

Anakin sighs and turns around, doing his best not to jostle the arms encircling him, and looks at Obi-Wan’s face. He strokes the beard prickling Obi-Wan’s jaw, then the wrinkles around his eyes and mouth. Still younger than the last time Anakin saw him, this is the Master that haunted Anakin until his last dying moment in Luke’s arms. Anakin can still breathe easily, so he isn’t Lord Vader, but he can feel the darkness slithering away in the depths of his heart. However, there is light in him as well and whoever said that achieving Balance is a piece of cake should be shot.

Obi-Wan hums as he traces the scar on Anakin’s face. ‘There you are, Anakin.’

‘This isn’t the afterlife, is it?’ asks Anakin, tone flat. He looks around them, at the Temple room he’d once forgot. There are droid parts and tools on every available surface, and Anakin kicks a small wrench off the bed.

Obi-Wan huffs a laugh and waves a hand above their heads. ‘No, dear one.’

‘Then what is this?’

‘You could call it a reprieve.’

‘Master, I don’t understand.’

‘It’s the way of the Force, young one.’

‘I’m not young anymore.’

‘I suppose not, with eyes like these.’

Anakin’s hand flies up to press against his eyes. ‘Are they - ?’

‘A perfect shade of blue? Yes, you vain creature.’

‘How?’

‘And this one,’ says Obi-Wan, touching the skin below Anakin’s other eye, ‘belongs to the Sith.’

Anakin ducks his head, shame making his face hot. ‘How can you stand me?’

‘With practice, Anakin.’

‘This isn’t the time for your glib comments!’ Anakin snaps, frustrated.

Obi-Wan runs a soothing hand through his hair. Hair! Anakin reaches up to twine his fingers through them. He breathes deeply and holds it in his lungs. In between the long curls falling over his face, Anakin can see his flesh hand, and he brings his other hand up, black and glowing.  Anakin stretches inside the circle of Obi-Wan’s arms, revelling in the pop of his spine and the shift of muscles. He knows this body, intimately. It is the body of Anakin Skywalker, walking on tightrope, doomed to fall.

Anakin drops his head on Obi-Wan’s chest. ‘Was it all a dream?’

‘You have to be more specific, my dear.’

‘I remember dying. I remember my son.’ He sighs wistfully, wishing he’d been able to feel Luke this way. ‘But then I woke up here, in the Temple.’ Anakin’s brow furrows. ‘I was eleven years old again, Master.’

‘It could have been a dream,’ says Obi-Wan, ‘but who says it couldn’t have been real as well?’ He curls his fingers under Anakin’s chin, tipping it up until their eyes meet. Obi-Wan doesn’t flinch but softens, and Anakin’s heart beats greedily for more.

Smiling, Anakin hesitantly places his hands on Obi-Wan’s chest, expecting to be shoved away, but Obi-Wan merely sighs and snuggles closer. ‘I didn’t miss this vagueness of yours, Master.’ Oh, he did. ‘It felt real to me.’

‘Then it was real, my Padawan.’

Anakin shudders. He hasn’t heard Obi-Wan call him that in decades. It is beyond his comprehension that he could be here, held close as if he is still precious to the one he callously threw away to call another as Master.

‘How?’ asks Anakin, persistent.

‘You’d have to ask Master Yoda for specifics, but I believe there is this thing called the Force that guides each and every one of us – ’

Anakin laughs for the first time in so long; it hurts and fills him up with a strange mix of joy and despair. He wheezes, unable to contain it, and gently slaps Obi-Wan on the arm. ‘Obi-Wan, please be serious.’

‘When have you ever been serious, Anakin?’ They both know the answer to that. Still, Obi-Wan’s eyes twinkle down at him, so uncommon in the old days during the war, and even before that, when Obi-Wan maintained his distance as he trained Anakin. ‘Do you truly not know the answer?’

Anakin lets his fingers drift into the open collars of Obi-Wan’s robes, skittishly running them along the triangle of skin exposed. He does know. ‘I was – afraid,’ he says haltingly, voice soft. ‘I knew death would not be kind to someone like me. I’m still a coward. I ran away to a place I was the closest to being happy.’

‘As my Padawan,’ says Obi-Wan, just as quiet. ‘Why not to your mother, Anakin? Or Padmé?’

Pain stabs at him at their names. He grabs hold of Obi-Wan’s shoulder and looks into his eyes, mournful. ‘I was never happy on Tatooine. It was there where I first learned how a life could ever be so of little value, and I’m ashamed to admit that I can’t remember my mother as well as I’d like. There were soft touches and lullabies at night, soothing words when I was hurt, but I’ve grown so far away from those days that my memory fails. As for Padmé – ’ Anakin swallows roughly, tears falling from his eyes. ‘She was peace and now my penitence. The one I loved and wronged so cruelly. I ended her beauty and goodness. I was never truly happy with her because I always wanted more, more, more. Everything. I was blinded by greed.’

‘And you,’ he whispers, clutching tight, ‘we were brothers in arms during the war. We forged a bond that refused to be denied. From my brightest memory to my darkest moment, you were there, Obi-Wan, the one constant in a damned world.’

‘I saw how you looked at the younglings,’ says Obi-Wan, tracing Anakin’s angry brows with his thumb. The touch burns.

Anakin moans. ‘I regret them the most!’

‘In this, we are the same,’ confesses Obi-Wan, his own tears slipping free. He looks heartbroken and Anakin weeps into his chest. ‘I could not protect them. I could not protect you.’

‘I don’t deserve protection. I don’t deserve this. Master!’ Anakin knows he does not but he still seeks comfort as he shakes apart, such grief and pain that it threatens to undo him until even the Force will not be able to put him back together.

Soft lips touch the top of his head. ‘Oh, Anakin. Let it out, let it out. Give it back to the Force.’

Anakin doesn’t know if he can anymore. He’s always grabbed at his emotions and kept them deep within himself even as they slowly turned to poison.

‘Imagine my surprise when I found you here, of all places,’ Obi-Wan tells him, his gentle laughter ruffling the curls sticking to Anakin’s wet cheeks. His voice is soothing, calm. ‘You were once again the boy I raised, so precious to me that I could barely think of you during my long years of exile. To remember you as you were would only remind me of my failures as your Master, of lost smiles and our broken bond. Hush, now, don’t argue. Didn’t you wonder why I let you have this day, Anakin? I saw how hungry you were for affection, for a kind word from me. I admit there was a time when I’d been jealous of you, because my own Master favoured you over me despite how much effort I put in to being the perfect Padawan.’

Anakin quietens, his sobs turning into hiccups and raspy breaths. He listens.

‘And today was for me, as well. When they gave you to me, I decided I would become the Master I thought you needed: distant, impeccable, thoughtful but cold. It was my mistake, because even as we eventually grew closer, I still denied to myself the attachment we forged. In turn, I became someone who you felt you couldn’t trust and therefore turned to others for guidance.’

‘Obi-Wan, no, it was all my fault – ’

Humour seeps back into Obi-Wan’s eyes. ‘Come, now, Anakin, I know you enjoy being dramatic and hoarding the limelight but so many of us were at fault.’

Anakin huffs. He wipes at his face and settles back onto the bed, still held loosely in Obi-Wan’s arms. ‘Is this supposed to bring me peace, Master?’

‘Is it working?’

‘No.’

‘Then it’s not meant to.’

‘Ugh, I hate you sometimes.’

Obi-Wan smiles sadly at him. ‘And I’ve always loved you, even after you turned to the Dark Side. Even after you took innocent lives. In my darkest hours, I sometimes wondered why I could not let go of you, Anakin Skywalker. Who is the real monster: the man who murders or the one who still loves him despite it all?’

Heart in his throat, he reaches out with his flesh hand and touches Obi-Wan’s cheek, watching as his fair eyelashes fluttered shut. ‘Even when my hate for you burned in my blood and I swore to the stars I’d kill you, I knew deep inside that I could not fathom a world without you. When you finally died, the last piece of me died as well. I think I was always calling out for you, Obi-Wan, but I never thought you’d hear me.’

They fall silent, letting their emotions flow, feeling each other through the Force and with their hands.

‘You keep touching me,’ says Anakin.

The fingers go on tracing circles on his skin. ‘Does it bother you?’

Anakin bites his lip. ‘No, but – I killed you. I killed all of you.’

‘Not all,’ says Obi-Wan. ‘Luke and Leia are spared but yes, you did kill a fair few people.’

‘So why touch me at all? How can you stand to be even near me?’ cries Anakin, fists tugging the robes of his Master.

Obi-Wan looks him in the eye, face serene. ‘Because it’s been a long, long, long time since I’ve touched anybody.’ He pauses, then curls a hand over Anakin’s cheek. ‘And it’s you, Anakin.’

Anakin breathes through the joy blossoming within him, cautious and achingly sweet and wobbling on its newborn legs. ‘I wanted this from you,’ he confesses, reaching up to hold Obi-Wan’s face in his hands. There are echoes of old desperation in his voice. ‘I yearned for this, but I was afraid you would reject me. So, so afraid.’

‘I would have,’ says Obi-Wan, honest and sad.

Torment lances through Anakin’s heart. ‘I know.’

‘You were so young, Anakin, and you were my charge. We were both Jedi and the Code was clear.’ Obi-Wan gathers him closer and presses their cheeks together. Anakin closes his eyes, trembling. ‘But if things had been different, if we had just met, Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker, then - ’

Anakin whispers, ‘Can we still have this in the afterlife? Can I still have this, Obi-Wan?’ You? he does not dare say out loud.

‘Our fates are intertwined,’ Obi-Wan tells him, ‘because I’m here; I answered your call when you were dying. I’ve never felt the Force mourn and rejoice at the same time. It was calling you home.’

Sighing, Anakin tucks his face into the curve of Obi-Wan’s neck. ‘And you will lead me there, my own Force ghost.’

‘Yes. Believe me, I was surprised to find myself as one.’

‘I can’t even imagine it, peace for a monster like me.’

‘You weren’t, once. Not all of you. And, perhaps, one day you will be called upon when there is need of your aid, a chance to atone for your crimes.’

Anakin smiles, crooked. ‘Will it be selfish of me if I run away when it happens?’

‘Very selfish, yes,’ laughs Obi-Wan, ‘but I’ll drag you by the ear,’ and nips him lightly on the said ear.

Anakin lets out a yawn, suddenly more tired than he’s ever been.

Obi-Wan smiles tenderly down at him, then leans close to press their lips in the briefest, sweetest kiss. ‘Shall we rest?’ he asks.

Anakin stares into Obi-Wan’s eyes and feels one last burst of fear that he will be alone again when he next wakes up. Tender understanding glows in Obi-Wan’s eyes as he touches Anakin’s cheek with his fingertips and draws the anxiety out of him. Anakin doesn’t deserve this and it only makes him more aware of how lucky he is. There is only peace between them now.

‘Yes, Master.’

The Force opens around them and Anakin is swept away, his past released, moment by moment, into the ether until he becomes stardust, they are stardust, and everything is quiet.

diana-winchester-fanders-28-67  asked:

Everyone was shocked that Angel was actually allowing Patton to hug him. "Angel, why... why are you letting Patton, hug you? I know you aren't one for physical contact, but this is just surprising," Roman drawled, looking between Patton and Angel. I Don't know what to do after this. Any Ideas?

Anxiety wouldn’t meet anyone’s gaze, but surprised them all further by shakily raising his hands to clutch the back of the others shirt and hide his face in the others shoulder.

“I…..” He can’t speak, his mouth feels like its stuffed with cotton, and his chest is full of spiderwebs, and his mind is foggy.

“It’s okay,” Patton whispers. It’s all he says, but it’s all Virgil needs.

It’s okay. It will all be okay.

“This Means War”

Based off this post by willsolaceseemedprettycool because I am FLUFFY GARBAGE b y e.

Nico di Angelo had never really considered himself a coward.

He’d faced a lot of enemies, after all. More than he cared to remember - more than he could count, probably. Plus, after you’ve walked through Tartarus, been forced to fight the Earth itself, been imprisoned in a goddamn vase for days, and hung out with the literal king of the actual underworld, things most people shy away from tend to look much smaller.

He had never been more afraid, however, than when facing Will Solace in a pillow fight.

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anonymous asked:

How often would Snape say 'I love you' to his partner?(Or if he wouldn't say it at least how often and how would he show it?)

Once Severus is bonded to you, he will be affectionate with you in a way that he will be affectionate with no other. He will touch you whenever he can- gently pressing his fingers protectively against the small of your back while you’re out together, or folding his fingers in yours as you walk down the street for your evening walk.  He’d kiss you long and languidly, as though he has nothing else in the world to do, but he’d save these kisses for when you’re in a private space, for he’d never wish to share these moments with anyone else.  He’d kiss your cheek and press you close to him in public, whispering “I. Love. You” into your ear hot and quick and full of need.  He’d whisper in your mind as well when you were far apart, sending his love to you in thought and feeling.

Severus is a cold person to those he doesn’t know, but to those to whom he has bared his very soul, he will stop at nothing to show them the depth of the love that he feels for them.

Exo Scenario: Arranged Marriage with Sehun Pt 3 ~

Sorry that this is a day late everyone! I’m usually on time with my Wednesday posts, but yesterday was a bit hectic for me. Anyway, I hope that you’re liking this series so far, and if you have any suggestions about where it should go, or just general commentary, then please let me know (either in an ask or my IMs). Hope you enjoy reading this week’s update and please be sure to let me know what you think of it :)

You can find the other parts here: Pt 1, Pt 2 ~

Making wedding plans was a bit more difficult than you had thought they were going to be. You had never been involved in planning a wedding before - certainly not your own - and it was even more awkward having your parents there talking with Sehun’s parents. There were certain parts that they left the two of you out of, speaking rapidly and then laughing at some sort of inside joke that neither of you understood, until they were talking about their own weddings and how they missed those times.

You sighed and nudged Sehun, “Do you think they’re going to be like this during the whole process? Making it about themselves?”

Sehun cracked a small smile, “Would you rather have the attention all on you?” and you knew he was right, you really hated to be the center of attention. You sighed and leaned back against the couch that the two of you had claimed in his living room. His house looked almost exactly like it used to, with the same furniture even, and the same layout. They had redone the tile in the kitchen, but other than that, it looked the same.

Your mother turned to the two of you then, telling you that you should go “play” upstairs, as if you were still children. But you were 21 and Sehun was 26, so you were far from children. The two of you exchanged a look with one another, but rather than start a fight with your parents over dragging you here without even involving you, Sehun took your hand delicately and led you upstairs.

Your parents reminded you before you left that a seamstress would be here soon to measure you for your wedding dress and that only made you want to escape even more. You still hadn’t come around to the idea that you were getting married.

Now upstairs, the two of you settled in Sehun’s room. You giggled a little at the obvious differences from when he was in college, but truth was that you had almost never gone into his room when you were in high school - your parents always extra careful because they had a strange sense of protectiveness over you. They trusted Sehun about as much as they trusted any other hormonal boy, even if the two of you had grown up together.

“This is different.” you commented, standing still by the door even as it closed behind you. You weren’t afraid of a closed door, but you were wary of the bed in the middle of the room. How had it just occurred to you that the two of you would eventually need to sleep together?

“What’s different?” he asked, and as if he saw no problem with the situation at all, he leaned back against the bed, body splayed out and his shirt going up a little to reveal a few inches of his toned stomach. You looked away. The Sehun that you had once known six years ago passed for cute, rather than handsome.

But now…

You shook those thoughts from your head and claimed the desk chair, trying not to look uncomfortable in his room.

“Just this whole…process.” you said. And though it was not what you had originally been referring to, it was still on your mind, “I mean I’m still a little in shock. Who would have thought the two of us were getting married?” you let out a nervous laugh as the next words slipped from your lips, “We haven’t even kissed.”

And then there was silence as you saw Sehun looking at you with wide eyes, his near flawless eyebrows rising in question at your words. You hadn’t really meant to say them, but you hadn’t reigned in your own thoughts.

“D-did you want to kiss me?” he asked after a few minutes of silence. 

And you thought about that for a while, really trying to distinguish your thoughts from one another. Did you want to kiss him because you felt inclined to do so, just because the two of you were getting married? Or was it because you genuinely wanted to know what kissing him felt like?

You had a feeling it was the latter of the two. You had wanted to kiss him since you were fifteen.

“I…” but you didn’t need to say anything else as Sehun sat up from his bed and came closer to you. He went slowly, giving you time to stop him if you wanted to. His fingers came up delicately to hover over your cheek, then they pushed your hair out of your face, giving him a full view of you. You could feel the burning blush against your cheeks, even on the tips of your ears, but you couldn’t break your gaze, staring into his eyes.

“If you don’t want me to kiss you, just tell me.” he murmured, breath blowing loosely on your face and through a few strands of your hair. 

You were absolutely still, not moving even an inch as he came closer. It felt like the two of you were in some sort of drama or film. How many times had this sort of scene played across your tv screen recently? You couldn’t think of that now, all of your thoughts balancing on the thin edge of going crazy because you were going to kiss Oh Sehun. The boy that had been your crush - however impossible such a crush had seemed - since you were a girl. 

You could laugh afterwards over the fact that both of you closed your eyes at the same moment.

His lips were soft and warm against yours and though neither of you seemed to know what to do for half of a second, he was quick to take control of the situation. It was a soft kiss, one that you would not forget. It wasn’t your first kiss and you had a feeling it was not his either. You knew how many girlfriends he had in high school, on top of several others in college. But no matter, because all you were thinking about in this moment was the way he moved soft and slow against your mouth.

The entire moment was ruined by your mother yelling up the stairs at the two of you, telling you that the seamstress was here and that they needed you quickly. 

The sound of your mother’s voice had you jutting away from Sehun’s lips on yours, banging your head against the frame of his bed, which you hadn’t realized you were so close to until now. You nearly cursed before Sehun was cradling your head in his hand, asking if you were alright. Your eyes widened a little at seeing him because not only had the two of you just kissed, but he wasn’t repulsed by you in any way.

You stuttered out an answer, your mind not steady enough to come up with full responses, “Y-yeah.” you whispered before you stood, going toward the door and letting him follow after you.

As the seamstress measured you in the living room, your parents and Sehun’s watching the process, you caught him looking at you interestingly. You didn’t know how to interpret such a look, but it had you blushing the entire time, wanting to touch your fingers to your lips to see if you could still feel his warmth on them.

Was it crazy enough to think that you couldn’t wait until your next kiss?

SITS - Iori and MC getting together when they were in high school

Iori and you are childhood friends who don’t see eyes to eyes since young. However, somehow both of you always end up in the same school and same class, even when both of you admitted to high school. All your classmates always teasing both of you are love birds.

“There is no way I fallen for such girl.” Iori rebuked.

“Same for me.” You rebuked back.

One summer holiday, your classmates organize a 2 days 1 night trip to the beach. Everyone put on their swimsuit and get into water. You too put on your bikini and jump into the water as well. Everyone was tired after a long swim and decided to go back shore. Iori and you are about to follow them from behind when suddenly a big wave splash over both of you. You feel your whole body very cooling and realize that your top had come loose. You immediately wrapped yourself over Iori to cover yourself.

“What are you…” Iori drift off after realized that your naked breasts are pressing against his chest. His eyes can’t help but keep staring down.

“Don’t look down. Just help me find my top.” You rebuked nervously and can feel your face burning hot.

“How am I going to find when you are wrapping around me?” Iori said nervously. “Just get under water while I search.”

He soon found your top but you can’t find any opportunity to put it on without getting caught. “There a small cave along the water in front. Let’s swim over there.” Iori whispered softly, while trying to protect you and at the same time holding on to your top.

“Thanks.” You sit on a big rock and muttered with your back facing him. “Can I have my top back?” You continued while bushing.

However, there is no reply from Iori and he is also not returning your top. You turn your head slightly to find him staring at you passionately. He then wraps you in his arms and surprised you with a soft kiss. He leans in again and once again places his lips on yours, deepen each times, as he changes the angle. You soon lost yourself in his kiss and turned to wrap your hands around his back. Iori moves his kiss to your neck and slowly down to your breasts. He licks, sucks and twists his tongue around your nipple while fondle your breast with the other hand, causing you to moan his name out loud. You feel fear but at the same time excited. You definitely do not want him to stop. He soon slips your bottom down, before pulling down his swimming trunk.

“Sorry, but I can’t stop. Can I?” Iori mutters, while continue kissing your breasts. You hardly got strength to answer him and can only keep moaning his name. He lifts you up and straddling over his laps. He pulls you close again and kissing hard on your breasts whiles his member rubbing your sensitive area below. You can feel him struggle to push his member into the right hole and you move your hand to grab his member to help him. Iori then slowly pushes you down and you can feel your skin tearing a part in pain, as his hard member entered you. Iori move your butt up and down slowly, without moving his lips away from your breasts. You arched your back in pleasure as every thrust rubbed against your wet wall and hit deep into your womb. Fear and excitement flash across your mind, as this is the first time you experience it and your mind full with nothing but him.

“I love you.” Iori whispered in between kisses and move your hips even faster, causing both of you to go into ecstasy. His breathing getting more ragged with each thrust he did. Iori soon shoot his sperm inside you and you can feel it flowing out nonstop from your inside. Both of you lean your forehead together, while trying to catch your breath.

“I mean what I said just now.” Iori whispered after a while and embraced you in his arms.

“Since when?” you asked softly.

“Since long time ago.” Iori whispered back and tighten his hold.

“Me too.” You replied and enjoyed the warm that wrap around you.

Both of you enjoyed each other warm, before slowly make your way back to your group of friends. Of course that night, all your friends keep teasing both you nonstop after missing for so long and both of you are blushing nonstop.

“No one is supposed to tease her but me.” Iori smirked finally and pulls you closed to him, causing everyone speechless. For once, you never argue back with him.

┎valentines - jungkook┚

happy valentines day to all my bitter girlies!

He slowly opened his eyes one by one, a smile starting to spread across his face as his vision became clear. The side of your face was resting on his chest as his hands wrapped around your small frame, holding so tightly as if you would disappear if he didn’t. Your eyes were still fixed closed and your mouth was slightly open; tickling the skin that was touched by your light breaths. He placed small kisses all over your face causing you to snuggle closer to him. Just wait babygirl he whispered before pulling back. 

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and his hands so cold they shake;

“my champion. my dearest. you, who knows me best.” vax communes with the Raven Queen and finds comfort in the grave’s chill. (vax/rq, inspired by but contains no spoilers for episode 70) [ read on ao3 here ]

The Raven Queen’s touch is cold.

He feels her hands on his shoulders, the chill hitting his skin despite the layers of armour and the feathered mantle wrapped around him. She lingers there a moment, letting the cold seep through him, and Vax closes his eyes. She is not there in the flesh; the feeling upon his skin is phantom sensation, perhaps detached from the physical but no less real because or despite it.

He lets out a shaking breath. White mist trails from his tongue and curls in the incense-scented air of the shrine. It feels like invitation. It feels like acceptance. His or hers, he cannot tell.

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For All My Worried War Boys

I was asked, recently, if I could make a post similar to “Troubled” aimed toward those of you who struggle with anxiety, panic attacks, etc. And considering I, as well as many of my friends, deal with this, I couldn’t say no.

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A Mind Full of Whispers - Outlandish

On Whom The Pale Moon Gleams #3

Chapter 3 for youu! As always, I hope you enjoy:)

Note: the creature-names in this chapter are taken from actual mythology, but note that I’ve used the names, and the names only. The corresponding concepts do not apply.

Nalu Lightworld AU - Chapter 3: færy

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Her hand automatically flew to her alarm clock, but then Lucy realized it had not been beeping at all. Wait… was it the weekend? She had no idea. What she did know was that she wanted to stay in bed forever - it was just too cozy. Her mind was trying to tell her something through the haze of sleep still clouding it, but she had no desire to wake up just yet. She’d much rather go back to her dream. Boy, that one sure had been livid, more so than the others. 

And so she turned to her side, snuggling closer into the warmth of her blanket. And then her nose brushed against something soft and very warm. Something that most definitely was not her pillow.

Her eyes snapped open, and she found herself face to face with a boy. In her bed. A boy whose nose was pressing against hers, and whose dark onyx eyes burned into her with curiosity. And then he grinned.

For a moment she lay petrified, but then she did what she had intended to do earlier: she brought her knee up and kicked him where it hurt (- was he naked??), before pushing him off the bed. He landed on the floor with a thud and a groan, and there he stayed, while she desperately tried to simultaneously calm her beating heart and figure out what the hell had happened.

“Who are you?!”

“I’m Natsu, of course. You really are weird, you know.”

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