storm the walls

Don’t ask me to describe the currents of emotions storming up inside these walls. I haven’t learned the complete human language to be able to identify all electrical shocks running through my body. But ask me what your eyes spell out & I’ll be lucky to tell you I’ve learned this word- it’s the nickname you gave me living & breathing with each blink of your eyes. Ask me what your lips are screaming & the word I throw your way I’ve learned its definition the first time I heard your voice. So ask me what my favorite words are so I can tell you they write out your name.
Druid Week: Druids in the Game

As a DM:


Druids already have a huge part in most roles, so they don’t need much in terms of catering. A bard might need to feel more involved in a campaign, but a support druid can also provide utility, tankiness, damage… they can Wild Shape or cast a spell whenever they need anything! They are one of the most versatile classes in the entire game. If they need encouragement, give them a variety of challenges (as you should always be doing, really) to force them to take more creative problem-solving measures.


Make unique landscapes and environments for the druid. You don’t have to do it every time, but every once in a while feel free to go overboard. Floating midair land masses, waterfalls that flow upward, geysers of acid, an insect hive the size of a city… just describe some beauty shot that can really tug at the druid’s magic-strings. They will be interested in the unique plants and animals and magic there, which can influence how you populate such a land. Not to mention the other players will love such a wondrous place, too.


One thing a lot of DMs forget is to give druids a place to excel. Druids fall flat inside an enclosed dungeon. Give them space out in the open; in the wild. Give the druid some non-magical beasts to interact with. DMs always forget that regular threats like lions, tigers, and bears exist and with a druid, these often turn into roleplaying encounters rather than combat ones. Speak with Animals, Animal Friendship, Beast Bond, Beast Sense, Animal Messenger, Dominate Beast, Locate Creature, and Commune with Nature can all interact with beasts in some way. Beasts are everywhere if the druid is looking for them.


Another thing to keep in mind is plant life. I just did a whole two-part post about Herbalism as a more fleshed-out system for 5e. Part 1 is just a pipeline of dice tables to make up new herbs. The herb could play a minor role in a story or adventure, or it could simply be a useful tool that exists in your world. For instance, I once had some herbs with yellow flowers that would act as healing potions, but you could only eat them twice within 24 hours or you would get sick. Ever since then, the players could find those herbs elsewhere and have a unique source of HP instead of a boring old potion. Plus they have the a-ha moment of realizing they found something useful on their own instead of opening a chest and finding it there. Part 2 of the Herbalism Guide was more about how to use the herbs as potion ingredients, as medicine, and as spell components. If you want to go the extra mile or want ideas for what herbs could do, use it!


Just like clerics, druids can have supernatural senses that can add to the mood of an adventure. Imagine if you were a druid PC and the DM says “The druid senses something off about this forest. It makes you feel sick.” or “This jungle is in agony. You empathize with its pain, which feels like insects stinging you all over your body, and you can almost hear the wails of the trees.” Druids could make an Insight check to try and feel how a beast is feeling in the same way. It singles out the druid, identifies the problem as environmental corruption, and enhances the mood. What more could a DM want.

As a Player:

Get the Most Out of the Game:

Ask your DM questions about the flora and fauna and traits of the setting. When you travel to a new area in-game, be sure to cast Commune with Nature and get a lay of the land. This can add to the experience and provide vital information on targets for Locate spells, herbalism, and beast-influencing spells. Don’t be afraid to ask your DM for strange things that might not exist in the standard rules like “Can my druid think of any herbs that could cure paralysis in this environment?” The DM might find that intriguing and make it a plot point (making things a bit easier on the DM and giving you a potential solution to your problems to boot).

Don’t be afraid to request unique creatures to Wild Shape into, even if they aren’t in the book! I don’t see jellyfish in the Monster Manual but if a player asked me for it, I would just turn them into a Poisonous Snake with no land speed and 10 ft. swim speed, but maybe increase the poison damage a tad. And heck, who says there aren’t Giant Jellyfish in the realm of D&D? Use a Giant Poisonous Snake for that! You could easily reskin monsters like that, especially for cosmetic reasons. In the tropics? Turn into a Giant Parrot instead of a Giant Eagle. In the tundra? Turn into a Snow Hare instead of a Badger to better hide in the snow. In the desert? Turn into a Coyote instead of a Wolf. There are so many animals in the world, there is no excuse for creativity on your end as a druid!

Wild Shape:

Optimize the usage of your Wild Shape. Pick the right animals for the right jobs!

  • Mobility/Scout: Giant Elk, Deer, Hyena, Horses, Flying Snake, Giant Owl, Giant Eagle, Giant Badger, Ape, Panther, Giant Toad, and Giant Crab all have either fast movement or unique movement (fly, swim, climb, burrow).
  • Tackle: Lion, Panther, Allosaurus, Giant Octopus, Crocodile, Giant Constrictor, Giant Toad, and Giant Crab can all knock enemies prone or restrain them.
  • Poison Damage: Poisonous Snake, Giant Scorpion, Giant Spider, and Female Steeder (OotA) all have poison that can deal damage to those not resistant.
  • Sustained Damage: Wolf, Giant Crocodile, Tiger, Giant Boar, Ape, and Dire Wolf all deal reliable damage and have adequate tank.
  • Tank: Warhorse, Black Bear, Giant Constrictor, Rhino, Ankylosaurus, Whale, Elephant, Hulking Crab, Triceratops, and Mammoth all have a bunch of HP and AC.
  • Spy: Mule, Horses, Cat, Frog, Crab, Snakes, and Spiders are great at hiding and some have blindsight! Crag Cat (SKT) has Nondetection as well!
  • Thumbs: APES HAVE THUMBS. Which means that they can manipulate things other animals can’t. Also: You can wield your weapons while in Wild Shape!

Other tips: use summoned minions or your allies to help flank enemies while in Wild Shape. Cast buffs before you Wild Shape, make sue they don’t require concentration if you want them to stack, otherwise you can at least concentrate on one thing while in Wild Shape. If you are in a long dungeon with little to no rest,  save Wild Shape for big fights when the tank is worn down or save it for utility when the other casters are low on spells. Also for grappler beasts knock the enemies down before you grapple. Then they can’t move and when they break grapple they can’t get back up as easily!


Buffs: Druids are great for buff spells. Be sure to buff yourself before entering Wild Shape! ex: Enhance Ability, Faerie Fire, Longstrider, Barkskin, Stoneskin, Protection from Energy, Antilife Shell

Zoning: Druids have crowd control spells, but many of them control crowds through zoning. Take advantage of the fact that you are the largest influence on the surrounding environment. You get to change the battlefield to your advantage! These are big, flashy spells that make the druid fun. Use them to put obstacles in front of creatures to slow their advances, make it harder for creatures to dodge, provide cover for your party, or force enemies into a trap. “Oh there’s a Wall of Fire there I better go around it” [gets bottlenecked by ranged PCs instead of taking fire damage] ex: Wind Wall, Wall of Fire, Entangle, Plant Growth, Spike Growth, Flame Sphere, Sleet Storm, Insect Plague, Wall of Stone, Wall of Thorns, Bones of the Earth (such a cool spell)

Minions: In D&D 5e, most ACs are nearly the same thanks to Bounded Accuracy. So more attack rolls equals more damage. Minions help with this, and druids can get plenty using Conjure Elementals, Conjure Fey, Conjure Woodland Beings, and Conjure Animals! Not to mention spells like Awaken and Dominate Beast to get more allies.

Healing: Druids are good at healing. Note that Healing Word is a bonus action and has range, unlike Cure Wounds. Druids also get the Restoration spells and Reincarnate, which is less powerful than Resurrection and such, but hey it’s something!

Damage: Druids can output damage, mostly through their zoning spells, but also with some neat single-target spells. Note that Moonbeam and Blight are rare sources of Radiant and Necrotic damage, respectively.

Utility: Druids have utility. Various divination spells can break the game if you are clever. Several spells help you get where you want to go or get rid of enemy spells. Use them liberally unless you have a Wizard to lighten the necessity for utility spells. ex: Speak with Plants/Animals, Water Breathing, Animal Messenger, Pass Without Trace, Find Traps, Locate Object/Animals/Plants, Gust of Wind, Detect Poison/Disease, Detect Magic, Dispel Magic, Meld into Stone, Scrying, Tree Stride, Commune with Nature

Captorch Humerica (Rogers/Evans x reader)

Characterized from the I Love You, Man series

“Steve, if you’re gonna cry, maybe tone it down, alright?  People are staring.”

“Let them stare,” he whispered, his voice choked in his throat, “this movie is just…you’re killing me, man.  You’re so good.”

“Thanks,” Chris smiled, giving him a little friendly nudge with his shoulder, “means a lot.”

“Hey, could you keep it down-“ a random man who was unfortunate enough to sit behind the duo began, but when both Steve-oh-my-god-it’s-Cap-Rogers and Chris-are-you-fucking-kidding-me-Evans turned around to stare back in reply, he immediately silenced and returned his eyes to the screen.

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Aww anon. There is absolutely nothing to be ashamed of about that. I would tell you more, but I have a feeling that these guys (and babe) will portray my message better than I ever can. The Zen one is especially long just for you ;)

Is there anybody against long imagines? I hope not, lol

-Admin Bloo~


  • Took him quite a while to find out, since you haven’t been going out for too long
  • You always had a way of covering it that it could still be deemed normal.
  • But one day, you were trying to change the light bulb while Yoosung helped by holding on to the ladder.
  • As you were asking for stuff, he had to look up to hand them to you.
  • The boy is trying his best not to blush and lose focus.
  • But then he notices this thick, pale line across your lower tummy.
  • He lightly touches it, and it causes you to yelp.
  • Thankfully, he manages to steady the ladder in time.
  • When you come down, you tug on the edge of your shirt and cannot bring yourself to look at him.
  • You tell him how you had surgery when you were younger, and it left this scar that never seems to fade out.
  • He has so many questions, but figures that now is not the time.
  • Instead, he pushes your hand away and pulls your shirt up a bit to see it more.
  • “It’s like a battle scar, you know?” He whispers softly as he continues tracing it. “It shows that you are strong and managed to go through it and lived.”
  • You smile at him and wonder how on earth do you even deserve an angel like him.


  • He noticed that you always wore turtlenecks.
  • Not that he was complaining; he loved you regardless of what you wore.
  • But when summertime rolled around, he could not bear to watch as you sat there uncomfortably in such constricted clothing.
  • One day, he surprises you by taking you out for shopping.
  • This made you a little wary, but soon enough you were having fun as well.
  • Zen has a sense of style; most of what he suggests is tasteful, and it adhered to what you usual wear as well.
  • But then he pulls out this sunny, cute sundress. Which you fall in love with almost immediately at first sight.
  • But then you glare at the spaghetti strap + sweetheart combination.
  • After a lot of nudging and “just this once” you finally give in and go into the changing room.
  • When you come out shyly, Zen cannot sit still. You were looking gorgeous, and those smooth shoulders-
  • But then his gaze settles on the marks trailing from your collarbone and disappearing into the dress.
  • He still insists on buying the dress, although you fought not to (although it was still very pretty)
  • The mood fell for the rest of the trip, and both of you decided to head home.
  • In your mind, your insecurities were eating up at you. What if he thought it was too ugly? Or was he going to pity you like all the others did…
  • Later that night, he sits you down and holds your hands. “Can you please explain what happened?”
  • And you did. About how you had contracted some kind of disease that required a surgery when you were very young. And that scar still remained, and people would always feel so sorry about it. You were crying as were remembering.
  • Zen then pulls you into his arms and rests his chin on your head, murmuring soft assurances of how beautiful you are and no mark could change that.
  • Later on, he loves to kiss along that line whenever he can, just to remind you that it is as beautiful as the rest of you.
  • On your birthday, he gifts you with that same dress from that day.
  • “If you want, you could just wear it only for me”


  • One day, Jaehee had gone out an entire day to deal with the place where they restock on their café supplies, which left you to tend to the café with another part timer.
  • When you had reached your shared home, you thought that it was the perfect opportunity to wear some shorts for a while.
  • You prepared dinner, and watched the television while waiting for Jaehee to come back.
  • It wasn’t until after midnight when she finally made it home though.
  • She felt very guilty to see the packed dinner and you curled up very uncomfortably in the sofa.
  • She made you lay down more comfortably, and gasped at the long scar that ran along the length of your thigh.
  • It woke you up, and you smiled at her.
  • You quickly notice where exactly Jaehee was looking and quickly grab a cushion to cover.
  • “I’ll go get changed.” You hurry off, leaving Jaehee to remain speechless.
  • Now dressed in comfortable pyjamas, you quickly explain over dinner how you had fallen off a tree when you were younger and had shattered your femur to the point that it needed surgery.
  • “The stupid things we do when we’re younger, huh?” you laugh humorlessly.
  • She reaches out and rests her hand on your thigh.
  • “If you want to wear shorts more around the house, you can. It’s your home too.”
  • She later looks up homeopathic rejuvenation techniques, and always makes various kinds of batches to lather on it.


  • The first time he saw you, when you had come over to his penthouse, he was slightly disappointed by the fact that your hair covered your eyes.
  • Later on, as he put you to sleep, he took the opportunity to brush the bangs away to be able to see more of your beautiful eyes.
  • You were half sleepy, so you didn’t think of it much.
  • Until he froze up when he saw the thin line arching from the top of your left eye to your forehead.
  • You turned around to face away from him, hair falling back into place.
  • He gently pulls on your shoulder and brushed your bangs away again.
  • “You are just so breathtaking, you know that?”
  • He kisses you on the forehead, right on top of the scar and bids you goodnight.
  • A few days after that, and still he hadn’t inquired about the scar and its origins.
  • You were so grateful, especially when there were other things to worry about.
  • After a while, he asks you if he should contact some doctors to help you get rid of it.
  • “I can see that it makes you very uncomfortable. Do you want to remove it?”
  • After a long time contemplating, you decide not to.
  • Jumin keeps asking you, but you keep telling him not to worry.
  • To ease him once and for all, you cut off your bangs.
  • The sheer happiness and surprise on his face to be able to see your eyes properly is enough to make you melt.


  • I like to think that he simply glossed over your medical his to see if you had a history with drugs or something.
  • And he was a decent guy; he wouldn’t look at the CCTV feeds until it was absolutely necessary though.
  • But one day, he couldn’t find you anywhere. So he had to look into the CCTV attached to the bedroom.
  • And there you were, changing into clothes right after a shower.
  • Thankfully, you had your back facing the camera.
  • This guy jumped so suddenly that his knee hit the desk, and he winced in pain.
  • He was going to turn the camera off now that he knew you were okay
  • Those horrific slashes all across your back were terrifying him though.
  • But for her privacy’s sake, he didn’t snoop through your medical records.
  • Would always cover for you whenever someone brought the beach or a pool.
  • Weeks later, you two had gotten intimate one night.nothing hot and steamy, jaysus.
  • You had shown it to him, and refused to turn around as you mumbled through the story of a car accident.
  • He wrapped his arms around your waist and dug his face in between your shoulder blades.
  • You were feeling ticklish and laughed when he tickled you further.
  • “It’s all okay now. You are safe right here.”


  • This man is blind, he can’t really do anything about it.
  • He noticed that you always seemed to wear full sleeves whenever going outside.
  • However, when you were asked, you simply said that you had sensitive skin.
  • One day, you two were enjoying some quality time simply nestled together and watching the storm from his glass walled balcony.
  • You were just wearing a regular tee with capris, and so he had taken the liberty of softly rubbing small circles with his thumb all over your arm.
  • He got to the bumps on your forearm and brought it up.
  • Stammering, you tell him of how it was simply a blood donation gone wrong as you try to move it away.
  • He continues rubbing his thumb over it and asks if it hurts when he does that. You refuse, saying that it’s actually kinda soothing.
  • He then whispers in your ear that there is no need to hide it, referring to the fact that you wore fullsleeves when outside..
  • From then on, very randomly, he would reach out to your arm and always massage it gently
  • It served as a stress relief for both you and him.


  • When he was recovering, he would often get into different kinds of withdrawal symptoms.
  • You would help him see through them whenever it happened around you.
  • Once he was shaking very vigorously, and the only thing you could think of was to grab his hands and try to calm him down.
  • He gripped on your hands very tightly, and you winced, but you tried to hum softly, hoping that he could listen and try to calm down.
  • After an arduous thirty minutes, he was calm enough to go back to sleep.
  • The next day, he heard what happened and thanked you when you came to visit again.
  • He wanted to look at your hands to see if he did accidently bruised you or something.
  • He was NOT expecting the tiny marks all over your hands.
  • He was genuinely scared for you and himself.
  • “I couldn’t have done this…” he mumbled breathily.
  • “Stop.” You said firmly, and rubbed his back. “You didn’t do this. It’s from a bunch of operations when I was a kid. Calm down.”
  • When he did, you explained how you were born with inverted hands, and you had to go through a lot for it to be functional.
  • He was still very worried, considering he had squeezed your hands very tightly, ant you looked physically weaker than him.
  • To his surprise, you took ahold of his hands and squeezed them gently.
  • Sometimes, he would trace and count just how many small marks there were spread around both of your hands.
  • It helped calm him and keep him focused on something
  • After a long time, when he got better and yout wo ended up dating, he would love grab your hands and kiss them randomly.

Originally posted by cityofsourwolfrunners

Natasha x Young!Reader

“Excuse me.” Tony muttered when he spotted the last person he wanted to be in the Avengers building waiting for him.

“I am sorry to do this to you but… we can’t look after her anymore.” The woman hissed, seeming frantic enough to draw the Avengers attention and they all slowly filed towards the door.

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A Queen for the King #5

Summary: With a righteous blow, Arthur defeated Vortigern, destroyed the looming tower, and had taken his rightful place on the throne, vowing to do whatever was necessary to defend the kingdom, and her people. He was a King of the people; honest, compassionate, hard working. Everything that Vortigern was not. There was just one thing missing; the woman he was betrothed to as a child. There is a saying, after all; every king needs a queen.
Characters in this chapter: Arthur Pendragon, female reader, Bedivere, Blue, multiple unnamed men
Characters mentioned: Goosefat Bill, Wet Stick
Pairing: Arthur Pendragon x female reader
Word Count: 1,217
Warnings: Canon violence, sword fighting, Arthur’s sword being enchanted, angst
Author’s Note: Thank you so much for all the support and positivity you have shown us! GIF credit [x][x]

Co-Written with @winchester-writes

Our work is not to be posted on any other sites without our express written permission.


You looked up at him, standing tall above you, longer hair hanging in his face. With your head tipped to the side, you reached up, and ran your hand through his hair, smiling as he leaned into your touch.

“You want a child with me?” you murmured.

Arthur’s nose scrunched cutely. “Caught that, did you?”

“It was not difficult to miss.”

Gnawing on his bottom lip, Arthur draped his hands on your hips. “Know what else that is not difficult to miss?”

When you gave a contented hum as an answer, he dipped his head, and whispered, “We’re all alone.” You barely registered the wink Arthur shot you before his warm lips were on yours.

Everything about that kiss you shared that day was absolutely magical. The moment his lips touched yours, it was like time itself had stopped. Your entire body relaxed against his while a wave of electricity coursed throughout it. Right then, there was no one else that existed on this planet except for you and Arthur.

One of Arthur’s hands that were situated on your hips moved up to your back to bring you ever so closer as the other came up to cup your cheek. Letting out a breathy groan he pulled away and rested his forehead against your own.

“I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my existence with you and only you.”

“Even when we’re old and all wrinkly?” Your nose turned up slightly, but he just rubbed his own against yours, earning a small giggle.

“Even when we’re old and wrinkly, darling,” Arthur agreed as he pulled back and kissed the top of your head. “So enough training for today, what would you wish to do instead?”

“A lovely walk in the garden sounds very relaxing,” you stated as your hands came to rest against his chest.

“Then a walk through the gardens is what we’ll do.”

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Second installment of the Jasper Hale imagine series “Let It Pour,” requested by anon. “Hi there (: okay, do you think you can continue the Jasper imagine Let it Pour? Your wrote it months ago, but I just came across your blog and the way you ended it was amazing, you’re very talented. I just want to see how Jasper & y/n rekindle: he’d avoid her at 1st, she’s strong so she tries to move on,not onto someone else but emotionally(angst here), but eventually they come back to each other (end w/ fluff). Please and thank you (:” Hope you like it!

All past and future installments of this series can be found on the “The Story Continues…” page.

It was as if he had never crossed paths with you, never set foot on the dampened earth that coated the town of Forks like a carpet of waterlogged velvet. His presence had been eradicated completely from all but your memory. His family still attended school, though now without their brother by their side, the lot of them pointedly ignoring you as if you were nothing more than a shadow in the halls. Only Alice, whose eyes you caught on more occasions than one, paid you any mind; she was watching, always, though most of the time she averted her gaze faster than you could comprehend, but her stare was as searing as her silence was frigid. You couldn’t help but wonder if Jasper was having her keep an eye on you, or if perhaps her attentiveness was merely due to your presence fading in and out of her visions as both Jasper and yourself thought and retracted the thought of rekindling what had been tarnished to the point of dilapidation beneath the torrential fall of rain. Perhaps it was hopeless, allowing yourself to entertain the idea that so absent a figure in your life could be plagued by thoughts of your face, your name… but you couldn’t help imagining a man who had claimed he loved you just as much, if not more, than you loved him experiencing some degree of pain due to your separation. Lord knows it was borderline agonizing for you. You tried not to dwell on the thought of him, the halo of golden hair that shrouded so perfect a face, the honey of his eyes, the burning of his voice, the fire in his icy touch… no, it was best if you locked his memory in a vault. He clearly had no intention of returning. Maybe, just maybe, you’d be so lucky as to see him sometime after your ninetieth birthday, when he thought you were long dead and made his return to Forks. For now, you allowed yourself the thought of him racing through the trees of some dense forest, far enough away from human civilization that he could be completely free.

Your hand had fully healed, thanks to the attentions of a certain Carlisle Cullen, leaving the whisper of a scar left in the crease of your palm. You were sure the shining pink that now puckered your skin would fade, too, but until that time it would serve as a constant reminder of the simple mistake that had cost you something wonderful. Images of his inky silhouette straining against the glow of evening as it seeped through your window haunted your dreams; the tension held in his muscles was painful to witness, the hardness of his clenched jaw so rigid it was immobile. He spoke your name, and each night you ran to his side, watching portraits flash before your eyes with a patient sort of hysteria… his face resting gently against a bed of moss, streaked by the fall of rain, his smile growing wider as he reached for your hand in the halls of Forks High, his skin shimmering beneath the forgiving rays of sunlight, his lips pursed as he tampered with your fear from afar when you found yourself facing the truth of his immortality. You drank his features like sugared milk, retaining as much of him as you could bear as you fought the leaden darkness swarming your limbs to slow your pursuit, your fingertips outstretched to touch his shoulder… and he was gone. You woke each night in an empty bedroom, your hand falling absentmindedly to the divot he had created in your mattress, foolishly expecting to find his chest awaiting your touch. If it wasn’t his face, it was his temperature you found yourself missing; you were always feverish at nights, or struck with a sudden flash of heat, only you were now left without remedy. He was a ghost wandering the vacant halls of your memory, proving himself impossible to forget.

It was injury enough that he had taken the liberty to erase himself from your life, but worse a wound when, weeks later, he finally returned to school. It was as if your heart had stopped in your chest, finally as still and as silent as his own, when you saw the familiar width of his back straining against the tightness of his shirt. The glorious waves of his hair hung like loose threads of spun gold, suspending diamonds of fallen rain as effortlessly as ever, holding the gems of a storm like an embroidered bodice. You were frozen where you stood, your backpack weighing heavily on your shoulder, your hands limp at your side. He, too, was still; he remained unmoving as Alice’s eyes fell, unmet, upon your face, her hands attempting to guide him further down the hallway. You knew enough about his condition to understand that he could smell you, and therefore knew you were present. Hell, he could’ve smelled you a mile away… and yet he proceeded, somewhat rigidly, down the hall, increasing the distance between you, without once turning to meet your eye. You burnt a hole in the back of his head with your stare, watching him abandon you without so much as a second thought. You held yourself upright by some miracle of gravity, your body sapped of all energy, your limbs lifelessly numb as the world passed you by, your eyes following the glow of his hair as he waltzed away from you. You realized now how generous he had been to disappear; it was far worse to have him here… to have him here and not here all at once, to watch his sister lead him away from the risk of reconciliation, her fingers claw-like as they pierced the muscles of his forearm, ushering him away from one outcome or another that she had foreseen. You knew her intentions were goodhearted, but you had never felt more betrayed than in that moment. You hung, suspended in the air, until the bell rang and pulled you from your trance.

That afternoon, you stepped into the rain with full intent to drown yourself in the downpour. You didn’t care enough to shield your hair with a hood, nor your body with an umbrella, as you pushed through the doors separating the safety of the school from the hellish storm beyond the walls. You were among the first to rush from your classroom, though your movements were far less vibrant than your classmate counterparts. You moved like the dead, swift despite your numbness, eager to escape the social confines that made it impossible to cry freely without suffering the judgement of others. You longed for the serenity of your home, the quiet of your bedroom, the calm of an environment you knew would keep the spilling of your emotions a secret. Walls couldn’t talk. Students, on the other hand… well, there wasn’t much else the average high schooler was universally good at. You trudged through the sheets of icy rain towards the promised warmth of your car, your hair sticking in strands to your cheeks by the time you reached the driver’s side door. You slid behind the wheel, your brain on autopilot, fighting back the burning image of his back as it bit at the vault door you were so desperate to spin shut. All you cared to do was survive the drive home through the Friday rush of reckless drivers and lose yourself in the unattached surrender of sleep. You drove with practiced precision, peering almost unfeelingly through the falling rain until you pulled into your driveway, proceeding to enter your home without so much as an absent thought. You were off, it seemed, moving and breathing with just the basics to survive, your cheeks burning with the pressure of your mind scorching against the wall you had erected. No, you wouldn’t spare him any tears. You wouldn’t spare him a single sliver of your mind. You flooded your brain with void blankness, pulling your comforter back before throwing yourself in all your rain-slick glory onto the cushioned comfort of your mattress, steering clear of his side of the bed as you pulled the cotton canopy over your head. Your mind was good to you. Merciful, even. You slept easily.

Your dream was tainted by the events of the day. His silhouette was turned away from you, shielding the heavenly image of his face, your feet carrying you as desperately as ever toward an uncaring, guarded figure cut from the darkness by the dull glow of his diamond flesh. You whisked away the images of his smile, the echo of his laughter, your brow furrowed with determination as you raced, unhindered, to his back. Your hand grasped his shoulder, thrilling at the contact, spinning him to face you, his golden eyes burning with shock, his adoration unhindered by the surprise that painted his features. Your palm cradled his cheek, the ice of his skin melting effortlessly into the fabric of your subconscious, watching his parted lips sigh into the ghost of a smile. His shoulders angled toward your body as your dream snapped unceremoniously to the evening of your waking reality. You sat bolt-upright, disoriented by the passing of time, your eyes falling quickly on the figure that was perched on the ledge of your windowsill, his body freezing to see you waking so soon. He was exactly as you remembered him; of course he had remained unchanged, but it was more than the flawless resistance of time that struck you as familiar… he was rigid, his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes locked painfully on your own. You exhaled quickly, the wind forced from your lungs by the sheer surprise of his presence, both of you remaining unchanged outside of your frozen astonishment for an endless minute. He had not parted his lips to speak, but the manner in which he held himself suggested he had fully intended to explain himself. Then, with your next inhale, he was upon you, moving with impatient and inhuman speed to mold his body to yours, his palms guiding your lips to his with the ease of familiarity. The floodgates burst, and the river roared in.

His lips crushed against yours with a passionate fervor you had never witnessed in the man, his hands moving to your waist to cement your body to his own, all but pulling you from your bed as he lavished your mouth with his. His fingers tangled in the silk of your hair, his thumb caressing the curvature of your cheekbone as he breathlessly mobilized his apology. Your hands closed easily at the back of his neck, all but clawing his skin as you forced yourself ever closer to him, running your palms along the broadness of his back, clinging breathlessly to his shoulders as his tongue traced the curve of your lower lip. He finally pulled himself away, separating briefly before resting his forehead against your own, his hands on your cheeks once more. He shook his head, visibly torn by the anguish that so obviously ravaged his body, his ragged inhales moving against your beating heart. You breathed in the luxury of his scent, your eyes absorbing every minute detail of his body, the vault door blown from its hinges as you matched every aspect of him to the memories you had suppressed. He exhaled raggedly, his eyes burning brightly as they met your own, the gold of his irises molten with adoration.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he breathed, his voice breaking under the weight of his guilt, no more than a whisper in the darkness, his pained features illuminated only by the moonlight streaming in through your window. “I’m so sorry, Y/n. I can’t believe I-” He choked on his apologies, his thumbs working over your jaw, his lips finding yours once more, his urgency bleeding through his skin and into yours, your hands spreading smoothly over the hardened expanse of his chest. He caught your hand as it rose along the center of his chest, stopping your movement as your fingertips kissed the angled neckline of his sweater, holding your palm over his unbeating heart. He moved from your lips, then, his eyes dropping to your palm, his fingers turning your hand in the darkness as he searched for the remnants of your minor injury. After determining that you were fully repaired, he lifted your palm to his lips, pressing a tender kiss to the thin layer of scarring that remained, your skin electric under the softness of his lips. His eyes met yours as he tipped his face downward, inhaling deeply at your wrist before lowering your hand between your bodies. He sighed then, as if emptying himself of sorrow, releasing freely into the bliss of the moment. “I’m sorry I left you,” he whispered, his tone grounded with the power his volume lacked, compensating with resonance rather than expose his presence to your sleeping parents. “I thought, stupidly, that staying away from you would prevent what almost happened in the woods from happening, more severely, in the future. I couldn’t bear the thought… if I had been any slower, any less on guard, what might have happened to you… I realize now how selfish that was, to remove myself without any regard to your emotions, to leave you stranded in the aftermath, to trust my own judgement over anyone else’s, especially yours… and despite how selfish it is for me to be here now… I can’t stay away from you any longer. You can’t imagine… or maybe you can, how much I missed you. I can hardly bear to think about leaving you again come morning… that is, if you’ll have me.” You pressed your lips to his, both of you moving as one, your thoughts aligning exactly as if you had never been parted. You spoke, your lips a breath away from his, your mind clearing like inky clouds after a rainstorm.

“I can’t believe you thought I’d let you leave in the morning,” you whispered, his smile stopping your heart in your chest as he spun you in his arms, his lips peppering your exposed skin with elated kisses, his joy clear in his breathless, suppressed laughter.

“I’m here until you send me away,” he grinned, his eyes alight with glee. “I love you,” he breathed, his words ringing with the passion of an oath, the fortitude of a vow, his voice painfully tender. His arms wound around your waist, holding you strongly and softly to his chest, his lips in your hair as you melted in his embrace, listening to the sound of raindrops striking your window as the day’s storm opened once more, washing the world of misery beyond the glass, Jasper’s hands smoothing over your back as you watched the trickling of rain bleed into a downpour.

“I love you.”