how is it possible to have this much leg

based on extensive observation, I believe that my cats have only a tenuous grasp on how much of my body is “me”

It’s like, Head: definitely Big Friend, note eyes and noise-hole.

Hands: 90% certainty of Big Friend, 10% possibility of toy. comprised of two main parts, the rubby-rubby and the wriggly-scritchers. does Big Friend control them with her mind? the mechanism is unclear.

Arms, aka “Cuddle Snakes”: do these help Big Friend’s hands from getting lost? good place to sit.

Torso: ??? we have no idea what this is. smells like Big Friend but serves no observable purpose. treat as terrain.

Legs, see: “The Lap Conundrum”: 25% chance of Big Friend, totally uninteresting. WHEN LAP: 90% chance of Big Friend, excellently warm. where does the lap go? our finest cat scientists seek the answer to this mystery, but no breakthroughs as of yet.

Feet, aka “Twitchy-Kickers”: 10% chance of Big Friend, 90% chance of foe. all attempts to communicate have ended in hostility. Destroy on sight.

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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Your Roleplay is Just Fine

I’ve met a lot of people in my time RPing, and I’ve met a lot of people who are very insecure over their roleplay and get a lot of hate for it. So!

  • Noble roleplayers, whether your house is an entirely original idea or inspired by something else
  • Roleplayers who use titles like “Highlord” or “Archmage” ICly
  • Roleplayers whose characters are “tropes” like the suave rogue woman or the honorable handsome knight
  • Those who roleplay controversial things, like Scarlets and criminals
  • Those who enjoy dark roleplay, in whatever flavor that comes in for you
  • Those who used to be really good at roleplaying, then something happened and you feel like you can’t hold a candle to how you used to be
  • Those who prefer to roleplay background characters like a blacksmith or a cook rather than an adventurer
  • Those who are new and still learning the ropes
  • Those who roleplay LGBTQ+ characters
  • Those who roleplay non-white characters and constantly have to defend as to if it’s “lore friendly,”
  • Those who roleplay having a personal relationship with a major lore character, or having an artifact ICly
  • Those who follow lore to a t
  • Those who stretch lore 
  • Those who disregard lore all together and write their own original stories within the game
  • Roleplayers who try to be as practical as possible when it comes to combat, weapons and armor
  • Roleplayers who prefer to take the more fantastical route, entering battle bare-legged and with a weapon as big as they are
  • One-liner RPers
  • Para RPers

All of you. Your roleplay is just fine. Roleplay what makes you happy, you’ll find people who are into the same stuff that you are.

Roleplayers who are not fine and need some juice and a time out:

  • Those who make anyone feel like they’re lesser or deserving of hate because of how they roleplay
Two Rooms

Title: Two Rooms – Warmth Series Part Four

Characters/Pairing: Dean x Female!Reader, Sam (mentioned)

Word Count: 2030

Warnings: Some kissing, implied future smut.

Summary: It’s the final part in the series, I don’t want to spoil anything!

Author’s Note: Wow, the final part! I can’t thank you guys enough for all the sweet things you’ve said about this series, I had a great time writing it, and I hope the final part is everything you were hoping it would be! And I’m sorry if the ending feels a little rushed, I was pressed for time this weekend. Enjoy, guys :)

Read the Previous Parts: Two Beds | Two Shirts | Two Keys

If you would like to read any of my other fics please check out my Masterlist!

*Gif is not mine, all gifs used on my blog are from Google Images.*

     After eating another pathetic excuse for dinner with the boys and deciding where you were headed next - deeming it a pointless trip to have come so far and only do one hunt in the area - you gathered your things, the second motel key off the table, and limped out of the room to go find your own. Which was, as it turns out, even smaller and more frigid than the last one.

     The cold air hit you like a brick as you stumbled out of the motel room, using the wall for support and dragging your duffle bag behind you through the freshly fallen snow. Dean had, of course, tried to help you with your bag and get you safely to your new room, but you’d turned down his offer and opted to do it yourself, your newly stitched leg screaming in protest with every clumsy step. When you got to your lonely little room you collapsed on the bed with a groan.

     Ever since you had started hunting with the boys you’d always gotten your own room, every time without fail, and it never fazed you in the least. You enjoyed the quiet, gratefully took the seldom found privacy, and couldn’t imagine a worse fate than having to share an already cramped and more often than not dirty motel bathroom with two men. You were happy with the arrangement – or, as happy as a hunter could be when bouncing around from one dive to the next. But now? You just felt lonely.

     The room was too quiet. You found, to your surprise, that you didn’t mind giving up some of that privacy if you were giving it in favor of being near Dean. Even sharing the amenities was something easily avoidable if you managed to wake up before the Winchesters. You liked sharing a room with them – you liked sharing a room with Dean.

     And you missed him.

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anonymous asked:

Tobirama dating someone younger sfw and nsfw headcanons? I really love your work!

Tobirama Senju Dating a Younger S/O

Originally posted by shisuithegreekgod

SFW

• I don’t think Tobirama would change his style of courting or dating based on an age difference. He wouldn’t be the type to gravitate to someone too sparky either, just the right level of wit and intelligence that piques his interest and maintains it. You better be ready to deal with his stubbornness, temper, protectiveness and his aloof attitude, because he won’t be changing. He’s not the type to be pressured to change just because he is dating someone younger – unlike some men – he’s too headstrong for that.

• Tobirama will make himself the executive decision-maker in the relationship, and it is non-negotiable – solely because he feels he has experienced more than you, his younger s/o. Deep in his very being, Tobirama believes it’s his responsibility to take care of you and he doesn’t want to see you making naive mistakes. He will argue to the death about how he’s been around longer and can’t handle the thought of you getting yourself into trouble. This also can be derived from the fact that Tobirama is, by definition, a little controlling.

• Is very touchy about the subject of age, and becomes wildly irritated if anyone points out your difference in years. Heaven forbid anyone would ever mistake him for being your father because of his silvery-white hair and grumpy expression. If it ever happens, you’ll just see Tobirama stab daggers with his gaze to the poor, unsuspecting soul that muttered that unfortunate phrase, they might have hell to pay for later.

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• Tobirama might be more meticulous and thorough with his younger partner. Just to remind you why you’re with him – and how raw and sensual he can be in bed. He’s going to prove that you don’t want a boy, you want a man – a man that knows how to please you. He pulls out all the stops and focus a bit more on being fair in bed than he was in his younger years. He is more likely to do a little bit more oral if you really enjoy it, even if he isn’t a big fan of it, but he understands compromise makes a relationship work.

• Sex gets a little crazy, because Tobirama wants to prove to you he has the stamina to keep you satisfied. He refuses, and is completely against coming before his partner. If he feels his orgasm approaching too fast, he will slow things down and create a pace that is slower, maybe titillating as he kisses, licks and bites your neck. Tobirama also isn’t against giving you a hickie or two, so you have something to remember the next day after your night with him.

• Going to test your flexibility as much as possible, especially if you are younger than him. He’ll be testing to see how far he can spread your legs apart while he’s taking you, or maybe how far he can push your legs in the air. Nothing is going to stop him from experimenting with you, and he won’t allow things to be boring either – he likes to really push things to the limit.

If you remember I posted a gif of squeak on here a few weeks ago kneading my blanket
My poor baby is currently at the vet. He’s hurt his right leg somehow and needs x-rays and possibly surgery
He’s only 18 weeks old
I have 6 cats, 5 of them are rescues.
I’m also a young mother of 2 boys and I have fibromyalgia. Money for us is tight and his vet bills are going to cost $500+AUD
If anyone could spare anything to help us. I don’t care how small. I’ll appreciate it so much.
My paypal is jessmoir@live.com.au please send it as friends family gift otherwise PayPal takes a portion of the money

(Admin im sorry if this isn’t allowed but I need help and you’re all cat lovers)

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Lonely Blue Boy

ive been reading Hamlet in class, which is a really epic tragedy where everyone dies, and i thought of some langst stuff bc why not? So i decided to share my pain with you all! Hope you enjoy!(or not cuz ur hearts can break like mine) OHH and the name for this AU??, iguess, is caled “Lonely Blue Boy.”

*NOTE* i think this is going to be in parts cuz this is already long af and the dying part will come out later?? ii guess. 

*NOTE* Mhhhhh idk if i like it alot but i guess…. it was really hard for me to write it so bear with me!

  • Lance didn’t know, didn’t understand, didn’t comprehend how it had happened. He did however, understand that one moment everyone was fighting together. He understood that Keith was recklessly going into fights slashing and cutting every Galra in his way with Shiro calmly protecting him from any attacks that Keith wasn’t able to see. And Pidge, Pidge was sliding between Galra and electrocuting any who crossed their path with Hunk right behind them throwing off anyone who tried to go behind Pidge. And Lance? Lance was far away, but not too far, up in a tree, shooting anyone who dared get behind his team. He understood that he had to keep shooting and aiming and shooting and not paying attention to anything else. (bc who else could have their backs except their sharpshooter?) 
  • Which is why he didn’t understand how he ended up on the ground with his lungs struggling to breath and his ears ringing and his eyesight spotted and his whole body in pain. He didn’t understand why he couldn’t get up or why he couldn’t feel his leg. What had happened? He wasn’t able to hear. Why couldn’t he hear? Why did his throat hurt so much? Why couldn’t he feel his leg? Where were the others? What had happened? 
  • Lance was in a state between being conscious and unconscious. He tried so hard to stay awake but would succumb to the darkness. He couldn’t hear or see. He couldn’t move. He didn’t know what was happening around him. Where was Hunk? Why wasn’t he here? Why weren’t the others coming over? Didn’t they see that Lance was hurt? He didn’t know how long it had been since he fell. Was it minutes or hours? Did they forget about him? God, he hoped not, he thought as he passed out.
  • He woke up throwing up. He threw up until there was nothing else to throw up. After finishing his deed, he looked around and decided that the best thing to do was to drag himself up to a tree. Bad idea. As soon as he started to move, his head spinned and his eyesight got spotted. But he really needed to sit against a tree. Needed to see what was around him. Needed to see how injured he was. So slowly but surely he made his way to the neared the tree. It would have been much more easier if he could walk but at the moment he was sure that was not possible. After a few agonizing seconds, or minutes, Lance was leaning up against a tree. 
  • And god, was he in really bad shape. His leg. Dios Mio. His leg. Was his leg ever this flexible? Twisted at a totally not safe angle, his leg had a cut running from his mid thigh all the way to his lower calf. That was definitely the worst part of his injuries. Yeah he had other minor ones, including a concussion,maybe, but they weren’t nearly as bad as his leg. Lance tried his best to patch up his leg but just slightly touching it made him scream. Through the pain, Lance managed to somewhat patch up his leg to stop the bleeding. Once he was done, he passed out again. 
  • This time he woke up delirious and in pain. How long had it been? Hours? Days? Lance had waited. He waited and waited and waited. And while he waited, he noticed that the ringing in his ears had stopped. The ringing had stopped but it was eerily quiet around him. He still couldn’t hear. Were his eardrums busted? Or did he hit head too hard? He looked down to the patch on his leg and found it already covered in blood. He felt sick again. Where was everyone? What had happened? Were they okay? He was about to pass out again when he saw something from the corner of his eyes. He weakly scrambled for his bayard but the pain made it hard for him. So he resigned and looked up at the approaching figures. 
  • Allura and Coran. They were here. They came for him. But was it too late? Lance couldn’t hear what they were saying and could barely make out their faces. It hurt, alot. Everything hurt. All Lance wanted was to close his eyes. So he did. 
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Character: Hoseok x reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 1,426 words

WarningJust plain simple smut. PWP with cunnilingus (if the title hasn’t made it clear yet). Please read with caution.


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How long has Bum been Sangwoo's prisoner?

  So I’ve been thinking about this a lot and I’ve seen a couple people make estimates of anywhere from around a month to 5 months. As of chapter 17, I put my estimate around 9-15 weeks judging by the healing of Bum’s legs.

  Just a warning, this is going to be a long post, and kinda technical (sorry). I’m referencing “Forensic Anthropology, Current Methods and Practice 2014″. All images are taken from Lezhin and are property of Koogi.

 I had a lot of fun writing this, but it is more of a thought experiment than anything. I don’t know how much thought Koogi put into Bum’s healing time and this comic is a work of fiction. Still, if you want my thoughts continue reading :>

 This is ended up being hella long so I’ll put it under the cut. Here are my thoughts:

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The Neighbors ( 3/?)

 Summary: You’ve been in New York for about 3 years now moving here looking for a new experience. You grew up in a small town with you parents and siblings, so your new experience was city life. You began working at a hospital doing patient records and a moved into a cute little apartment in a mostly safe neighborhood in Brooklyn. After being at the hospital for a few months, you were presented with an amazing offer to switch from patient records to shadowing nurses, you just had to take a few classes outside of work while you worked with them. Since then, your life in New York has been great. But will it stay that way once you meet your new neighbors across the hall?

Warnings : swearing, bad flirting.

Pairings: Sam Wilson x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader, eventual Steve Rogers x Reader


 

                                         Part 3 : The PJ Party

     After you shower and make yourself breakfast, you’re more than ready to pass the hell out. You crawl into your bed, pulling the blankets up to your chin and snuggling yourself further into them. You set an alarm for 6:45pm, making sure to give yourself enough time to get ready before going across the hall. As you lay back down, you can’t seem to stop thinking about tonight.

  What am I going to wear? Who the hell has pajama parties anymore? But Sam’s so sweet, like a little puppy. Should I wear what I have on right now?

You pull your blankets away so you can see your pajamas. You have on a pair of comfortable underwear that has flamingos all over them , and another giant band tee shirt.

I can’t wear this. I’ll look like a weirdo! Maybe I can dig out a pair of my old sleep shorts. Yeah, that sounds good.

After 15 more minutes of debating what to wear, you finally doze off.


   Beep Beep Beep

You go to hit the snooze button, but end up knocking the entire clock on the floor.

 "Son of a bitch!“ You roll yourself onto the floor to pick it up and place it back where it was. You’re still not completely awake, so you drag yourself to your bathroom and throw some cold water on your face. When you wake up a little more you start to get yourself ready to go to the guys. You fell asleep with your hair wet, so you try to tame the lions mane that your formed. You manage to smooth out your waves, so they don’t look as chaotic. Perfect start, now let’s find some pants.

 You rip through all of your drawers, looking for the pile of shorts you know you have somewhere. You finally find it in the last drawer. You drop the pile on your bed, picking each pair until you stumble across the winners.

  OH HELL YES.   You pick up a pair that you completely forgot about. They use to be your favorite before you opted for sleeping in just underwear. You slide the shorts on and switch out your band tee for a new shirt.

    You look in the mirror happy with your appearance.Your hair is down in somewhat tamed waves and you decide against makeup. You’re sporting black sleep shorts with a white stripe down the outside of your legs, and a white V-neck tshirt. The shirt wasn’t too baggy but it wasn’t too tight. You twist your body to get a better view of the back to make sure everything looks alright.

   Damn, did they always make my ass look like this…? You notice that the shorts cling on to the curve of your ass perfectly, but you can’t tell if they’re appropriate or not for tonight. You look at your clock to see how much time you have left. It’s already 7:50? How is that even possible? You decide to leave the shorts on, but you throw on some slipper boots, grab your phone and make your way across the hall.

 Before you knock on their door, you take a deep breath. Remember, they are just normal people. That occasionally save the world. And are hot. Super hot superheros. Damn it, Y/n! You make yourself blush, but knock on the door anyway.

  Sam answers and pulls you inside. You look around, noticing that all the boxes are gone and that it looks almost exactly like the setup of your apartment.

  "Well what do you think? I set everything up while those two slept last night.” You keep glancing around, noticing the décor and how awesome everything really looks. It was just a typical guy’s apartment, but it was really tidy. It was clean and simple. You love it.

“Sam it looks incredible! It’s so neat and organized,” you say as he leads you to the couch. When you look down at it, your eyes light up. It’s the biggest couch you’ve ever seen. The kind that people only see in the super expensive store. The cushions are  almost the size of a small bed and look so soft. Huh, must be from Stark.

You look at Sam before you dive onto the couch like a child. He lets out hearty laugh then follows your lead throwing himself down next to you.

“You know Y/n, you can’t have a pajama party without a fort…” Your eyes light up like a child’s on Christmas morning.

That’s it. He’s my new bestfriend.

“You’re totally right, Sam. You know what else? Candy, can’t have a pajama party without candy.”

You both just stare at each other before he speaks, “Did we just become best friends?” You both have the biggest, dorkiest smiles on your faces.

Originally posted by dailyteamcap

“Yep!” Oh my God, he just quoted Step Brothers with me. Well played Wilson, well played.

               “Fucking finally someone to get my movie quotes! Those two still aren’t caught up to this time period, all my good reference go right over their heads,” he angrily confesses. You let out a snort and put your hand on his shoulder.

  “This is going to be a beautiful friendship, Sam Wilson.” He throws a fist into the air in celebration. Just then, Steve and Bucky walk through the doors with 4 boxes of pizza and a couple bottles of Pepsi.

When they see you, they both smile and say hello while they drop the items off at the counter.

Bucky gives you both a suspicious glance. “What did you two do? You look guilty.” Sam rolls his eyes, you laugh and shrug your shoulders.

“Nothing, yet.” You and Sam burst into a fit of giggles, and that causes Steve to laugh. Bucky just rolls his eyes as he walks over and sits down next to you, handing you a plate of pizza.You thank him, and watch as Steve brings Sam his. Sam picks a movie out of his very large movie collection and plays it without telling anyone what he chose.  Before you know it, the opening credits to Billy Madison starts playing, and you almost spit out your pizza.

  “THIS IS ONE OF THE BEST MOVIES,” you yell in excitement. Sam throws his hand up for a high-five, and you gladly give it to him.

  “At least someone likes my movie choices,” he exclaims. Both of his roommates roll their eyes and continue eating.

   “So Sam…fort time?” You ask, sending him an excited grin. He jumps up, ready to do it right that second. Bucky’s expression lights up too. I already love all of them.

“That’s what you two were plotting when we got here? Steve says. “No way! No forts! Buck and Sam can’t stand each other in normal spaces, I’m not dealing with them arguing over a fort.” You all huff in response to Steve’s parent-like attitude.

  You hear Sam mumble what you think is ‘Captain Buzzkill’. Bucky just flicks Steve off, earning him a glare. You laugh, noticing a smile on Steve’s lips as you do. All of a sudden, you feel a cool metal hand lay gently on your bare thigh. You look towards Bucky, raising your eyebrow. What is he doing?

“You know Doll, if you want to fool around in a fort we could always build one in my room. I could show you a few things, if you- “

Originally posted by stuckwithbuck

  Steve cuts him off by whipping a pillow at him. Bucky glares at him, sending you a wink. “The offers always open.” You roll your eyes, and he squeezes your thigh before removing his hand. Way to be discreet Barnes.

   Halfway through the movie, when everyone was full and finished eating, Bucky turns to you and asks, “So Y/n, have you always lived in New York?” The way he asks makes you think he already knows the answer. I bet anything they had Stark do a background check on me to make sure I’m not a stalker. Not surprising. You tell him about your hometown and the need for a change. As he keeps asking your questions, Sam and Steve join in. After Sam asks about your best friend, you decide it’s your turn.

“Woah woah woah, it’s my turn to ask guys!” They all nod in agreement, so you continue. “How long after you met me did it take for you guys to have Tony Stark run a background check on me?” They were all silent, until Bucky speaks up.

“Wow doll, you think we would have Stark do a background check on you? How cold.” You start to feel guilty and are about to apologize before he continues, “We had Natasha do it. If you want snooping done right, you’ve gotta have a spy do it.” He winks at you and you smack his arm.

“You ass! I almost felt bad about that!” He just chuckles and moves to his next question.

“So sweetheart, are you single?” Steve spits out his Pepsi, right at Sam, and Sam lets out a string of profanities.

“Jesus Buck, way to be subtle,” Steve mumbles. You can see a faint blush on his cheeks.

You let out a light laugh, “It’s okay Steve, I had a feeling it would be asked. And yes Bucky, I’m single. Are all of you?” You hold your breath, half wanting to hear Steve’s answer, half not wanting to know.

They all answer yes .Looks like the Universe is on my side for once.

    The night continues with random questions, some funny, some serious. By the time you all seem to run out of questions,  it’s about 4 a.m. In one night, you feel like they know you more than most people. You tell them about your family, past relationships, more about your best friend. It’s so easy to talk to them that everything just flows out. You also find out more about them than you could imagine. From their lives before the Avengers, to what they do in their spare time. You even unwillingly learned of Sam’s shit schedule, thanks to Bucky. When you go to leave the guys’ apartment, you hug them all goodbye. You notice Steve and Buckys hugs last a little longer than Sam’s does for you. You aren’t going to think too much into it though. Bucky offers to walk you to your door, which sends a laugh through you.

“Barnes, it’s literally 15 steps away.” He shrugs his shoulders, resting his hand on your lower back guiding you to the hall.

“I’m from the ‘40s, it’s the gentleman thing to do. Just humor me, doll.” You shiver at the nickname and a blush blooms across your features. You don’t miss the victorious smirk on his face.  if it was really part of the '40s charm, why Steve didn’t offer? Oh well. When you reach your door, you give him another hug, and turn to unlock it. When you turn back around, Bucky’s eyes are still lingering where your ass was just a minute ago. You clear your throat and cross your arms.

“My eyes are up here, Doll.” You smirk. Bucky blushes at being caught red-handed.

“Goodnight Y/n,” he says. You take that as your cue to step into your home. As you’re stepping away, Barnes lands a decent smack on your ass. You let out a yelp but by the time you turn around he’s already at his door and laughing.

Being a gentleman my ass. What the hell am I getting myself into?

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Shopping in the Guys Section

A Guide to Masculine Apparel

Hey, it’s mod Jay again! This past weekend I went shopping, looking exclusively for men’s clothing (rather than glancing at the men’s stuff then taking shelter on the women’s side lol). That in itself was an experience, so I thought I’d share a few tips for shopping in the men’s section, what to look for in terms of masculinizing your wardrobe, and some store and website recommendations. Buckle up, cause this is a long one :P 

First. As nerve-racking as it may be, no one will care that you are looking in the men’s section. Women and afab people shop in the men’s section all the time for many reasons—They could be shopping for a partner or a family member. They could simply prefer the style and fit of men’s clothes better. Cashiers and workers will not care if you are in the men’s section or buying men’s clothes. This is not to say it still can’t be nerve-inducing (I was still pretty anxious the entire time, despite passing relatively well as male),  and felt like everyone was staring at me and wondering what I was doing. Just remember, people generally do not care what strangers are doing unless you are somehow making a dramatic scene lol. If shopping in the men’s section is something you really want to do, do not let the fear and anxiety stop you from doing it. It can help to bring a friend or family member who is willing to help you. They can give you solidarity, tell you what looks good on you, and help you shop without feeling like you’re alone and singled out. 

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The Roscoe Adventures

Author: @dylanobsessed
Rating: IT IS FLUFFISH & DEF HAS SOME SMUT SO ( for real there is smut )
Pairing: Stiles x OC ( reader kind of )
Notes: i suck at making it stiles x reader cause i can never write the right way ??? maybe i’ll get better with practice lmao
Words: 2198 ( oops )

It’s been awhile since Stiles and I decided to take our annual camping trip — which is just a secluded area we stumbled upon a couple of years when we were supposed to be hunting for the latest supernatural creature lurking around Beacon Hills. We used the back of Roscoe as our tent for the night, having it set-up with various blankets, pillows, and everything else we needed to make this camping trip feel complete. Pulling into the lot it caught me off guard a little bit, seeing as it seemed to take us nothing to get here when on other trips it never felt this short. Not that I minded in the least.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! What kind of injuries could cause a fairly young, healthy guy to walk with a limp & require a cane for the rest of his life? He would have been fighting in a war- fantasy set in modern times, with a fair mix of magic, modern, and ancient weapons (or combo of any of the three). There are also magic users, though not too many of them.

Hey there nonny! Really any significant injury to the leg can justify this, but especially sharp force trauma (stabs and slashes) and blunt force trauma (breaking the leg). Depending on how things heal, it’s definitely possible to have some trouble getting around. 

Damage to the knee will also typically cause significant limping. 

One other thought… medieval armor was heavy. Much like a shocking number of modern troops, knee injuries could be very common. Alternatively, significantly twisting the knee could cause an ACL or MCL tear, which again leads to limping. 

The question I would really ask myself about this injury, then, is why? Why did this character get hurt, and more importantly, how did getting hurt change him? Did it end his career as a soldier? How would it have affected his mindset? His ability to work? What does he do to get around his disability? 

And – if he had to, even disabled, would he take up the sword again? Disability could change his relationship with the war he fought or with the army he fought for. (Were there mages who refused to help him? Was he supposed to get a pension but didn’t?)

In short: don’t just give him a limp to give him a limp. Make it a part of who he is. Honor people with mobility issues by making this character a fully-fledged person, with that disability incorporated into it. 

Best of luck with your story! 

xoxo, Aunt Scripty

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Injured Affection

REQUEST by LUCCEROMMA4403: I was wondering if you could write this for me. The reader and Roman are married and they’re both in WWE as wrestler. During a match the reader gets hurt and now she’s in bed rest to recover from a serious injury. When Roman came back, you get heated being around Roman and so the reader wants to make love and he’s very hesitant. But eventually he agrees and so the make love but he’s super gentle. And maybe they get a little rough?😏 I would appreciate if you could😋

Warnings: Smut, language
(A/N): The thirst was real while I wrote this so it’s longer than expected, I mean , look at our Samoan God. Enjoy loves!

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‘’Mom, I’m fine,’’ I chuckled as I shifted my weight on the bed, careful not to hurt my right leg. I had to stay in bed the upcoming weeks, thanks to the match I had almost a month ago. Charlotte was talking crap about my husband, so you could figure I wasn’t going to let her get away with it just like that. Even though everyone backstage tried to stop me, I pushed all of them away and surprised Charlotte in the ring. I grabbed her hair and pulled it backwards, dragging her to the ground. She, of course, fought back by literally kicking my ass and whatever she had in store. At one point, I was laying on the ground and she jumped on my leg too hard, causing it to bruise badly. I cried it out at the top of my lungs but she kept going and going. Eventually, my husband and some referees came out, removing Charlotte away from my reach. I was really hurt and my only concern was to beat the hell out of her. My husband, at the other hand, carried me to the nursery backstage. I was secretly happy he did, because I couldn’t handle any more source of pain or pressure. The doctor said that I needed at least two months of rest, which annoyed the shit out of me, since I wanted to wrestle and do things. I mostly wanted to have some alone time with my husband, if you know what I mean, but that wasn’t really possible since my leg still hurts and him being overprotective.

‘’Was it really necessary to ran out there?’’ My mom asked concerned, sitting at the end of the bed, partly blocking my view from the TV that hung in the room.

‘’No one is talking about my husband that way.’’ I answered fiercely. ‘’I warned her before mom, but she loves to provoke things like this. Charlotte knows how much I hate it when someone talks bad about the people I love and she knows damn well that I will strike back ten times harder.’’ I felt myself getting frustrated again. ‘’She did this on purpose.’’

‘’It’s lovely to hear that you care so much about him, but next time, think before you act darling, look where this got you now.’’

‘’I know,’’ I sighed, ‘’I’m sorry for scaring you.’’

‘’Oh honey, don’t apologize for that. I just hope you get well soon so you can do what you love to do again.’’ My mom smiled and stood up. ‘’I have to go now hun, dad wants to take me out to dinner tonight so I have to get ready.’’

‘’Aw you guys make my heart warm,’’ I cupped my chest, ‘’have fun and greet dad for me.’’

‘’I will and thank you my little one.’’ She kissed my head and she left. Once I heard the door close, I wanted to change channel, but the remote control was at the end of the bed where my mom sat. She insisted on watching The Bold and The Beautiful since ‘things got heated’ between Steffy and Liam or whoever they were. I groaned loudly, throwing my head back on the pillows and closing my eyes. As I was about to think of a way to grab the remote, the bedroom door flew open. My eyes opened right away, seeing my husband standing in the doorway with his suitcases, hair being in a messy bun, wearing a black t-shirt and black sweatpants.

‘’Someone in this room missed me?’’ He smiled as bright as I did. I honestly didn’t care about my leg at that moment so I stood up, making Roman to drop all the bags he had in his hand to catch me. ‘’Jesus baby, what are you doing?’’ He asked concerned as he pulled me close to him. ‘’You shouldn’t be walking, you should be resting.’’ He chuckled. I nodded against his broad chest, wrapping my arms around his neck. I missed every single thing about him; his smell, his laugh, his body, his kisses, literally everything.

‘’I missed you so much.’’

‘’I missed you too babygirl, a lot.’’ He said warmly. ‘’Now let’s get you back in bed.’’ Roman lifted me up bridal style, making me giggle. Slowly laying me down again. Luckily for me, I could move my leg better, but it still hurts with certain movements I made. ‘’How is my wife doing?’’ He asked as he crawled in bed next to me.

‘’You’re wife is sick of being in bed all day long.’’ I sighed.

‘’I can imagine that, but you heard what the doctor said, y/n.’’ He pulled his shirt over his head, throwing it aside on the chair. ‘’You gotta rest for at least two months before you can do things again.’’

‘’I don’t care. I’m into other things than bedrest and watching TV all day long.’’  His right arm was wrapped around my waist, our skin touching after so long, making me crave him even more than before. I ran my fingers over his hand and slowly guided it downwards to my center.

‘’Y/n, what are you doing?’’ He looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

‘’Providing us both with a source of pleasure,’’ I bit my lip, ‘’It’s been so long.’’

‘’I know, but I don’t want the risk of you getting hurt again, by me this time.’’ He said bothered.

‘’Roman please,’’ I moaned in his ear as I slid his hand down further, ‘’I need you so bad, I haven’t seen you, felt you for so long.’’

‘’I don’t wanna hurt you..’’ He trailed off as I slid his hand inside of my panties. ‘’Holy shit, baby’’ Looking at me, I felt his hand take back his own will, index finger circling my clit slowly. I moaned, throwing head back against his shoulder in immense pleasure. ‘’You sure you want this, once we continue this, there’s no stopping me.’’ He whispered in my ear. Nodding was the only thing I could do since my words failed me.

‘’I trust you.’’ I said, my hand sliding in front of his sweats to rub his shaft through the fabric. He was slowly getting harder by my touch, groaning lightly. ‘’That feels so…’’ I couldn’t finish my sentence as he slid two fingers inside of me. ‘’Oh fuck Roman.’’

‘’You missed that baby?’’ He deeply said, making me shiver, ‘’You missed me touching you like this?’’ His fingers curled inside of me, waiting for a response since I didn’t answer him.

‘’Oh my god, yes Roman.’’ My grip on his arm tightened since I felt myself getting closer to reaching my peak.

‘’Let me taste you.’’ Pulling his fingers out of me, the emptiness making me whine. Once he slowly took off my panties, he carefully took my painful leg and placed it on his broad shoulder. I gave him a nod, letting him know I was okay. Placing soft kisses on my inner thigh, his lips felt like fire against my heated skin. I closed my eyes, waiting for what was coming. He licked all the way up from my center to my sensitive bundle of nerves. Instinctively I grabbed his hair, arching my back.

‘’Fuckkk.’’ I moaned loudly. His fingers finding their way back inside of me while he gently sucked my clit, circling it with his talented tongue. ‘’Jesus baby…Oh m-my g-goddd.’’ I shuddered beneath him. He hummed against me on purpose, sending vibrations over my pussy, feeling the effects throughout my whole body.

‘’You taste so fucking good y/n,’’ he murmured against me, ‘’you gonna cum for me?’’ Roman asked, never stopping pumping in and out of me with this fingers. The metal of his ring made contact with my center everytime he pushed back inside, the mixture of heat and cold sending me over the edge. ‘’Good girl.’’ He took one last lick of my pussy as he took a hold of my leg and slowly parted it with his hand as he kissed my stomach. I was given a moment to catch my breath and to get rid of his shirt I was wearing as Roman took off all his clothes. Once he was fully naked, towering over me, I took a moment to look at him. My husband is seriously a god. ‘’I’ll be gentle baby, don’t worry,’’ he smiled. I nodded, giving him a smile back. ‘’Just relax..’’ He whispered as he took a hold of his dick, wiping the pre cum away with his thumb. I grabbed his hand and sucked it off his digit, making him groan.

‘’Oh shit..’’ I cried out as he slowly pushed inside of me. The feeling of being stretched out again after so long is an indescribably pleasurable feeling. While giving me a moment to adjust to his thick and long dick, he kissed my neck. ‘’Roman…’’ I whimpered. He started to move slowly, gentle and careful thrusts.

‘’Does that feel good babe?’’ Roman grunted, careful not to hurt my leg. Somehow, the slight  pain of my leg and the pleasure, caused an amazing feeling.

‘’Harder,’’ I begged. I could feel he was holding himself back, ‘’I need you to go harder.’’

‘’Are you sure?’’ Caressing my cheek, he looked at me somewhat concerned. As I nodded, he wasted no time with picking up speed. ‘’You gotta tell me if I hurt you.’’ Roman breathed. His hand moved my sore leg further apart, gripping my hips as he thrusted rapidly in and out of me. ‘’I missed you so fucking much babygirl.’’

‘’I missed you too Roman, fuck!’’ I cried out of pleasure as he started to rub my clit. ‘’Oh yes, just like that, I’m gonna cum baby,’’ I felt him hitting my g-spot over and over again.

‘’Cum for me baby, haven’t felt you cum around my dick for so long, come on darling.’’

‘’Oh my fucking god, yes!’’ I screamed as my juices started to drip down his dick.

‘’Yeah babygirl, that’s it.’’ He chuckled. His thrusts became harsher, but sloppy, almost reaching his peak. Pieces of his hair started to fall out his bun, tickling my face.  I started to move my hips to push him deeper inside of me, helping him. ‘’Jesus, y/n,’’ he struggled to say, ‘’Oh baby, fuck.’’ Roman moaned, his left hand pinching my sensitive nipples. I felt the familiar heat in my abdomen, signing me that I was close to another orgasm. After a few thrusts, I felt his dick jerk inside of me. He kissed me sweetly as he pulled out. Just as I thought he was done, he pushed his fingers inside of me again, rubbing my clit with his thumb, making me cum for the second time. We were both breathless as we lied back down under the covers.

‘’Thank you,’’ I said, taking his hand in mine, ‘’I really needed this.’’

‘’I gotta ask Charlotte to talk more shit about me if this is what your injury leads to.’’ Roman chuckled.

‘’You better watch out with what you say Reigns,’’ my finger traced his cheek, looking in his eyes. ‘’I love you.’’

‘’I love you more babygirl,’’ He sweetly said, kissing me.

jsimmonss  asked:

FS + 52 please 😊

52) things you said with my lips on your neck

They start off in separate beds, but of course that was never going to last for long.

The medical wing on the Zephyr is small, with only three beds, and it is on one of these that Fitz sits, with his hands folded in his lap, next to the one Jemma is lying in. She is fast asleep but he can’t bring himself to take his eyes off of her.

Piper has inserted an IV of antibiotics into her right arm to combat the infection she is fighting in her leg, but that is doing nothing to heal the gash he can see on her temple, the blood still streaked in her hair looking practically black in the dim light of the room.

Remembering the vague and reluctant way Daisy had admitted to him how Jemma had got her injuries, Fitz feels his stomach turn and his head, still slightly groggy after emerging from the life he had lived in the framework, spins.

Exhaling slowly through his nose, he lies down and turns on his side to wait.

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Discovery: Matt meets a Paladin

Rating: T - gore

Pairings: None

Tags: Angst, Hurt & Comfort, Matt, Rescue Attempt


Matt stood up too fast, heart pounding wildly. He had to bend over quickly to prevent his head rush and hunger from making him pass out. He breathed once, twice, and rose again, making his way to the far side of the pit.

Another human in the general population cell. Another human… It had been months since his father had been taken to the infirmary, feverish and sick from the regular horrors the Druids inflicted on them, hoping for one of them to crack.

Matt was a pragmatist and hadn’t really expected to see his father alive again. He chose to listen to their guards, the other prisoners, for any scrap of information, really, hoping for something that would help him escape from this hell, and even rescue his friends.

His thoughts flickered to black hair, calm eyes, unwavering friendship. The last he had heard of Shiro was of him succeeding in the horrific games, a source of Galran pride and mockery. But then the news stopped trickling in and Matt had just thought his friend had been killed. Could he be back? His heart squeezed in his chest and he beat back any feeling of hope. This was the Galran army… Surprises were never pleasant or hopeful.

As he neared the cell door, he heard the familiar low moaning of a wounded animal. The other aliens had gathered around, bringing cloth and water to help clean the human off, just as they had done for Matt and Commander Holt when they had first been dumped here.

Matt smiled at that, some last shred of love in his heart clenching in gratitude at the goodness of his prison family. Some looked like leeches, others had tentacles, some had two heads, others nothing more than an orb of light. All victims of evil and bound together by the hope that this torture would end someday.

He edged his way through the circle and tears sprung up. A human… here… Younger than him, only a teenager. Not his dad. Not Shiro. Just a boy. How much more cruelty existed in Zarkon and his invaders?

The teen lay on his side, dressed in some strange white armor Matt had never seen before. His right leg was broken and lay stretched out oddly on the floor. He bled profusely from his mouth.

An Arusian, a new addition, shook Matt’s sleeve. “The human is leaking much from his face.. He cannot talk… We are thinking they removed some part and that is why we cannot stop it easily.”

Matt’s stomach turned at the thought of a Galra cutting out this kid’s tongue. What could he have possibly done? How could they find him? Had they begun invading Earth? His mom, his sister… Were they even alive? Matt shifted his thoughts to the kid, wondering how to help him.

The teen turned his head towards him, dark skin pale from his wounds, his blue gaze bright even in the gloom of the pit. His eyes widened as if recognizing him and, reaching for the other human, he lost his balance and fell. Matt had to stop himself from stepping back, still afraid of touch after all the pain. Instead he steadied the kid with a hand around his shoulder and told him he’d be ok (a bald-faced lie if ever one was spoken).

The boy’s hand shook as pressed his fingers to the floor and, to Matt’s disgust, started drawing letters in his own blood. P-I-D

“Pidge? What’s that? Is that your name?” Matt turned to look at the boy, who despite everything looked like he wanted to laugh, even as he groaned and tears glittered in his eyes.

He tried again, hands shaking, and wrote faster and messier, as if it hurt him. V-O-L-

“Voltron is coming? That doesn’t make any sense?” But as he spoke, he heard shocked gasps from the other prisoners, excitement in their whispers. He didn’t understand it but it was important. He tried to pull the kid away so they could treat his wounds but he jerked away, face wild.

The boy kept writing, shifting to get to a new patch of floor. He wrote until he passed out, Matt just pulling him closer, needing the human touch as never before, even as the aliens tried to staunch the blood from the kid’s mouth. And as he stared at the words written in blood, Matt felt hot tears fall for the first time in forever. Felt hope in his heart.

IM LANCE

KATIE IS OK

COMING 4 U

Yoongi Scenario: Remains Of April.

Request: 😊 Ah I’m so happy requests are open because I’ve had this idea for a few months: You get into an accident that causes you to forget everything from the past few years and still believe that you and yoongi are dating but he doesn’t remind you about the brearkup because he thinks this is his chance to start over.

Genre: Angst / Drama.


Yoongi almost didn’t answer the insistent call in the middle of the night, it wasn’t a number he had registered in his phone and he was deadly tired after a long day. He almost didn’t but then the number insisted and in his drowsiness he took it to at least put it an end once and for all.

He answered with a grumble thinking that it was either a wrong number of someone was fucking with him, but then he heard a calm steady voice mention a hospital and in his drowsiness he wondered what might had happened and to who. He had just a few friends, his parents didn’t leave in town, he was single and he lived alone so it was limited the choices of what could it be, but Yoongi couldn’t guess at the moment the name the girl over the phone would pronounce or what was going to cause in him.

-We have you registered as her contact number, is that correct?- Yoongi battled with his mind to wake up and think straight, what this meant. He remembered the day where you had stablished him as your contact number as he was your closest person in the city, and in your life. It seemed too long ago, and at the same time it didn’t, as your careless smile came to his mind in that exact moment when you told him this wouldn’t be needed, because nothing was happening to you. But something had happened. -Mr Min, is that correct?- the girl pressed over the phone.

-Yes it is, it is correct, yes- he answered getting up from bed. -I’ll be there in a moment-

Yoongi drove there with nervousness, thinking what could had happened, the girl didn’t give him details but he pushed the accelerator thinking the worst, if they were calling that meant you couldn’t speak, that you were unconscious. It made his head turn and his stomach drop.

He ran to the main lobby where a nurse indicated him the floor in which you were, the ICU, which made his heart go faster with fear. He was out of breath when he finally got there and asked for you, the girl, a nurse, surely the one who had called him smiled politely.

-You are here Mr. Min, we had to call you because…-

-Is she ok? Is she going to be ok?- he asked not immediately caring why he was called. -Y/N, her, what happened to her? I…-

-Mr. Min calm down- the nurse interrupted him. -Miss Y/N is alive- she stated and Yoongi nodded with apprehension. -She needs ICU for tonight but probably won’t need it tomorrow if she wakes up-

-If?- he panted. -What happened?-

-Miss Y/N suffered a car accident I’m afraid, her intern organs weren’t damaged, she broke her left fibula, she’s bruised due to the impact, but the most severe injury since to be trauma in the head-

Yoongi’s head was spinning, he didn’t know what was a fibula, but hearing the last bit made him sweat cold. 

-But… is she… is she going to recover?-

The nurse nodded. -Most probably, there’s a risk of catastrophe, but chances are she wakes up, for now the trauma is making her remain unconscious, but by tomorrow is possible her waking-

Yoongi nodded looking around, the waiting spaces, the chairs with a handful people on them, and then at the door that directed to the restricted area that was the ICU.

-Would you stay? You can’t go see her right now, but you could stay if that’s what you want-

Yoongi thought about it for a second before nodding, he wouldn’t leave you alone. He smiled dryly, if you knew he was there you’d surely stand of that bed just to be able to slap him, and honestly, after what he had done, Yoongi wouldn’t stop you.

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Goodbye

Prompt: You let Chanyeol cheat because you’re dying of an illness

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 2050


To Chanyeol, whom I love.



It’s a funny thing, or at least I find it funny, ironic even to begin an introduction with analyzing farewells. Please do not take this in an ominous way, I do not mean for that sort of tone. Just lighthearted pensivity that comes with being stuck in the same room everyday. A way to let go of my thoughts.

There are so, so many ways to say goodbye, have you thought about it? A simple, curt “bye.” If you repeat it, “bye-bye,” it’s childlike, cuter, friendly. Some dialects transform it to “buh-bye.”

Have a nice day, afternoon, evening: Friendly. Well wishing. Used in a slightly more formal context.

See you later: Casual, hopeful, cheery.

Farewell: Final, formal, tinged with emotion. Slightly outdated. Originating from “fare thee well,” meaning travel happily, safely.

Take care: A more modern version of “farewell.” Take care of yourself, while I’m gone. Take care of yourself while we are parted.


And finally, the root concept:


Goodbye.



A parting with good feelings.

Often a formal way to verbally initiate a separation, and ironically, although the word itself uses “good,” it is often found in situations blanketed by negativity. Frustration with family members when you slam your room door as a child, or when you angrily press the red button to hang up.  Breaking up. Believing you will never see someone again.

Knowing you won’t see them again.


Forgive me, Chanyeol. I didn’t want this to turn dark again. I meant to write this with the happiness of your smile, like the sun. The glow of your cheeks, like the full moon on a cloudless night. The twinkle in your eye like that of stars.





For the past seemingly endless months, I’ve been in countless rooms, all the same.

White. A color to symbolize purity. Cleanliness.

You get sick of it very quickly.

The walls are white, the curtains are white, the pillows, the blankets, the clothes are white. It’s to bring the facade of perfection though I am imperfect. I am not pure. I am not clean. I am riddled with spreading disease.

I digress.


The paradox that many things change yet remain the same, and many things remain the same yet are changed. Different rooms, all the same. There’s always a doctor, though each room holds a different one.

Different rooms, different doctors, different facilities, different treatments, different results, different pains stretching over my body, fluctuating in intensity. All the same questions, the same procedures, the same pinch of the needle, the same emptiness inside, the same boredom, the same color, the same pain plaguing my mind. The same Chanyeol always by my side, holding my hands, kissing my cheeks, hugging me close, wary of the various tubes and machines.

The same Chanyeol.

Yet different.




I remember the first time walking into a hospital like this, as a patient. Tests and doctors and drawing blood and taking samples and scans and everything all at once. Professionally in order for them. Confusing and chaotic for us. You held my hand tightly.


I remember before the first surgery to get the growth, the t-word, to get it out. I was so scared. I was terrified for weeks. I cried so much. I was worried but I was hopeful. It was still shocking to think of myself having the c-word. I never imagined this. You kissed my cheeks, carrying my tears away.


I remember the day the doctor entered the room, coat as white, as clean, as pure as ever. “I’m sorry,” he said. “Both of you have been fighting so hard.” He looked at you, eyes forlorn. “You may want to sit down.”

They had spread to my lungs. They were eating, feasting away at my breath. I was in too much pain to cry. I was too numb from so much pain. All I could do was lay there, staring, listening to you cry out the pain for me. For us. You held me in your arms. You were broken, wary of the various tubes and machines that had become part of me.

The next morning, early afternoon, when we woke up, I said I still had time. Limited, but everyone has limited time. No one lives forever. Just some longer than others. I still had over a year left. A year and a half. I would lose my hair, and I would receive more scars, but I still had a year and a half with friends and family. A year and a half with you.


And now we are trapped in what seems like an endless cycle. A repeat of yesterday happened the day before and the day before that and before that and before that…Seemingly endless. But we both know how it ends. We both know when it will end.

We both know my days are numbered. I don’t know the number. Neither do you, nor the doctors and their white coats.

It is a number known only by God.




I believe I’ve given up on attempting to ward off tragedy. But I knew since the beginning of this letter that I would eventually succumb to it. After all, I am the one writing this.




You are still the same, but different. Still sleeping next to me, holding my hand. Still bringing me flowers and gifts and movies and affection and love. Thank you for staying the same.

The passcode to your phone has always been the same. It touches my heart that you trust me that much.

I’ve betrayed you.


You were sleeping, eyes puffy from crying with me. You always cried with me. I don’t know how many times you’ve cried alone, but you’ve always been there with me to kiss away my tears. How long have you stayed in this same white room with me? I apologize for taking away from your life. We’re both young, and you’ve spent so much time with me in the same white rooms that were always changing. But for the past year and a half, we’ve been living in one room, now. How nice.


I digress again.

Forgive me, my mind tends to wander along these walls I’ve memorized months and months and months ago.



You were sleeping beside me.

I was reading.

Your phone lit up.

There was a number unknown to me, and I was curious.

I’ve betrayed your trust. Please forgive me.

But as I betrayed your trust, it was also fed to me.




I was angry…no, that’s a childish word. Furious. Livid. Wrathful. I wanted to scream at you. I wanted to rip you from your dreams so you could see my shattered reality. I wanted to hurt you. The one place where I was barricaded from pain by your hands, your embrace, your kiss. It’s now broken.

For the first time, I cried by myself.

You were there, but I was alone.

My emotions whipped my mind into a maelstrom. My tears were silent as I read. I wanted to look away. I wanted to stop. I wanted to smash your phone into the white walls. Break a hole in the plaster. Create something new for me to look at.



My heart…it hurts more than my body.





She said that she loves you too.

I’m telling you this because in my rage I deleted her response. Her words for you. The response that she had stolen from my lips, from my heart. Those were supposed to be my words.

I wanted to delete the whole chain of messages. Your pain, her comfort, words of affection and love exchanged between you both. I wanted to erase them so you would know that I knew.

But then I realized that you would know. You would know that I found out.


My heart aches, for I am not something that will last for much longer.

If you knew that I knew, what kind of guilt would eat at your heart?



More than what you feel now is the correct answer.




You are the same Chanyeol that took me on sporadic trips. The same Chanyeol that wrote songs for me, about me, to me. The same Chanyeol that held my hand through all those tests, who kissed my frightened tears away, who held my painful body so delicately, so securely in your arms.

Yet you are a different person now.

I thought the look in your eye was because my time was drawing close. And it was, but it was more. It was guilt.

Did you curse yourself? Scream questions to yourself about how you could love two people at once?



Chanyeol.


My love.


It is possible. Like how a parent loves their children. Like how I would rather die for all of my friends rather than have to pick just one.

It is possible.

Set your mind at ease.

Set your heart at ease.

Please.

I want you to be free from this guilt. I won’t last much longer. It’s already too much for me to get out from under these white sheets and stretch my legs. It hurts too much. It’s too harsh on my lungs. My lungs that are being chewed away.

Don’t tell me not to say it, because it’s true and we need to face it like how we faced all those other tests, all those other trials.


My year and a half is over.

I’m going to die soon.

I know.

I can feel it.



I am not writing this to hurl you into more guilt, please, Chan. For months you’ve tried to hide yourself from me. But as much as it hurts, I wish I had known sooner. It brings me peace that you will be able to move on after a little bit of time. I know I still matter to you, that you still love me, that you will miss me when I’m gone, and that comforts me. But it brings me joy that she understands, that she loves you too, that she will wait for you to be ready to move on.


Take it Chanyeol.

Take your life back.

You are still young.

I’ve taken away years. You’ve been with me in plain white rooms for years, and I thank you beyond what words can ever say. But she can free you from these white walls. She can bring you to green grass and blue skies. Orange sunsets and pink sunrises. The velvety purple of dusk. The yellow sun. A silver moon. Twinkling stars, like your eyes when you smile.

You don’t smile much anymore. I miss it. But that’s ok, as long as you let yourself smile later with her.


Love her.

With every bit of passion and care as you did with me and more.

I feel so happy, so secure because of you. Let her feel the same, please. Share it with her, your love. Don’t let guilt chain your warmth and smiles and kisses and hugs and laughter to a breathless body.

Don’t feel guilty, Chanyeol, I beg you.

You have so much to give, don’t waste it on someone who won’t be able to return it anymore.


Before the pain started, when we shared plans about the future. Vacations, pets, where to live, a home, how many kids, all the soft whispers, the promises. Make new ones with her. Move on when you’re ready, but don’t linger for too long. I want you to enjoy your life.

I wish I could’ve met her. I wish I could thank her for bringing you happiness during this time of sorrow and loss. I wish I could tell her all the things you like, all the things you don’t like. Your habits, the good ones and the bad ones and the annoying, trivial ones. I wish I could tell her everything I know about you.

But it would be more intimate for you both to figure it out together.





I want this letter to end with a beginning. My book has ended, but there’s a new chapter for you. Please continue to write in it. As you move on with your limited time, cherish life.


Take care of yourself, for I want you to be happy when I see you later.

Farewell. Travel safely and happily.

I love you, Chanyeol.

Thank you.

Let’s part with good feelings.





Goodbye

From The Moment You Wake Up // Vocal Unit

Based on a Soulmate AU where within a year of the younger half of a pairing turning 18, soulmates will switch bodies with one another. They have 24 hours in their soulmate’s life before being returned to their own. While in their soulmate’s body, a person is inhibited from mentioning their other life. They also cannot contact themselves in any way, however, people have figured out methods around this rule.

Seventeen’s Vocal Unit (Hip Hop // Performance)

Part 1 // Part 2

Warnings: Light Swears (Joshua), So Super Fluffy (Jihoon)

-by Admin Bee

A/N: Thank you to everyone for being so patient for this to go up. Between graduating last Sunday, the Seventeen comeback happening on the same day, and getting sick, I was a mess trying to finish these. “Don't Wanna Cry” has me so shook, I learned the hard way that I can’t listen to it while trying to do other things because I can’t focus. Performance Unit is still scheduled to come out Sunday. Thank you, as always!

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Wake Up Slow

sometimes the hardest thing about the day is waking up to face it

pairing: jay x reader
genre: tooth rotting fluff
word count: 1, 031
read it on: aff

a/n: it’s been a while since i wrote and this came to me the other morning so i gave in and wrote it. hope you like it!

Originally posted by jayfatuasian

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