this already brought me to tears
Recently found this on Facebook and it sums up my hate for people who breed these dogs perfectly.
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This is AMAZING!

For those who can’t go to the link, the following is what it says:

FYI, none of this is mine. It was posted by Bilton veterinary centre, the same one as in the picture. All credit goes to them but I felt it was important to get word out about some of the breeds of dogs that are riddled with health problems. If you own a pug that’s perfectly healthy that’s cool, but it’s doesn’t change the fact that an alarming number of short nosed (almost no nosed at this point) dogs have extreme difficulty with tasks like breathing and blinking.

 "So I am going to have a rant now and I apologise in advance if this upsets anyone, but here goes.

   Last week, I managed to reduce a lovely family to floods of tears.  They had brought their new dog in to come and see me.  There was a young lady, her husband and their two children of about 8 or 9 years old and they were all already absolutely besotted with their new pet - their first dog, and they had been planning it for several years.

   The dog was a 5-month-old French Bulldog that they had picked up from a breeder about 4 weeks previously.  They were concerned that their new dog may have “a chill” as the dog had sore runny eyes,  difficulty in eating and kept making a choking sound.  They had also noticed the dog had a “funny smell” about him. As I examined the dog it became quickly apparent what was occurring and my heart sank.

  This dog was yet another increasingly popular “short-nosed” breed that was suffering horribly from a myriad of problems - all related to its poor breeding and its unfortunate anatomy. After the examination, I found that this dog had: 

 - Eyeballs too big for its eye sockets. So much so, that when he blinked, the eyelids didn’t fully cover the eyeballs.  (Imagine going out on a windy day and not being able to blink!) This had resulted in deep painful ulcers forming on both eyes that in the short term would require intensive treatment and could feasibly result in the rupture of one or both eyeballs. 

  - The bones forming the front of his face (the maxilla) were so squashed by virtue of this style of this breed (called the brachycephalics), that the soft-tissue structures of the throat are compressed and forced backwards -  obstructing his larynx.  Amongst other things, his soft palate was so elongated (relative to his skull) that it kept getting trapped over his wind-pipe.

 -His nostrils were completely occluded, so absolutely no airflow was possible through his nose.  All of his breathing had to take place through his open mouth.  This meant that whilst he was eating/sleeping he was going through bouts of asphyxiation and so would have to spit the food out or wake up and open his mouth - purely so he would be able to breathe.  This explained the “choking” sound that there were hearing all the time.  He could just manage to breathe with his mouth open, but this then exacerbated the problems with his soft palate.

 - The skin fold over the top of the nose (caused by the squashed face involuting the skin) had caused a crevice of around 2-3 cms deep, where the skin was rubbing against its self.  In this area, the skin was ulcerated and was full of liquid pus.  It was this that the owners were smelling.  This was incredibly painful for the animal and he cried every time I tried to clean it.

 -The skin around his feet, ears, armpits and groin was red raw and inflamed.   He clearly was very itchy and had been licking at these areas repeatedly - which had, in turn, made them more sore and painful.  This is very typical of a condition called “atopy” which is very common in many breeds, particularly the Bulldogs (French and English). So at this point, the shocked owners asked what needed to be done to sort him out.

  So I had to explain that he would need: 

 - Bilateral eyelid shortening surgery that would allow the dog to blink properly and prevent further ulcers from forming.  As well as long-term medication to improve the quality of his tears.

 - Complex soft tissue surgery of the back of the throat to, (amongst other things) shorten his soft palate to facilitate his breathing.

 - He would need both of his nostrils opening up so as to allow adequate air flow to be possible to allow him to breathe/exercise/eat/sleep properly.

 -He would need a “face-lift” to remove a large amount of excess skin on the front of his face, to try and open up the fold that was causing so much infection and pain.

 -He may need allergy testing, food trials, anti-inflammatories etc to try and manage the atopic skin disease that he has. 

 *He needs all of this fairly urgently.  

 *He can’t have all of this done at once and so will require several anaesthetics and complex procedures to be done over a period of time.   

*He is only 5 months old. 

*He needs all of this doing - just so that he can live a vaguely normal life.   


 Also - he is not insured.  It transpired that the new owners looked into insurance but the premium was so high for this breed, that they felt they couldn’t afford it.  To move forward, he would have to go to a specialist veterinary unit (sadly recently set up to deal with the increasing number of very poorly brachycephalic dogs with extreme conformational issues) and this treatment could cost upwards of £8,000 to correct.

 Once I had discussed all this with the owners - they were understandably distraught.  They had hoped for a “cute” and “cuddly” family pet that they had seen examples of spread throughout popular media.  They had no idea that these problems even existed.  Instead, they now have a much-loved dog that is miserable, has a long journey ahead of it and one that they cannot afford to have fixed.

 The family left the room in floods of tears, armed with medication that would temporarily alleviate some of the symptoms and try to make the poor little dog more comfortable.  From what I have later found out, this dog has gone to a rescue centre to be rehomed.  It may have moved away, but its problems most certainly will not have done.

 Pugs, Frenchies, English Bulldogs and Shar-Peis are amongst the breeds which are increasingly being abandoned in vast numbers as people cannot cope with their ongoing problems, illnesses and costs.  It upsets us all hugely when we see how many of the problems frequently associated with these breeds are now classed as “normal”. I will commonly hear “Oh it is normal for this breed to struggle with A, B or C”. NO IT ISN’T NORMAL!

 These trendy flat-faced breeds are some of the most expensive puppies to currently buy.  There is serious money for people who sell a litter of these puppies and so the incentive to breed is VERY high.  It must be said that there are responsible breeders who are trying to “back-breed” these types of dogs to have longer noses, smaller eyes, more open nostrils etc and try to reduce the incidence of these conditions, and these people should be applauded.  However, puppy farms and irresponsible owners are rife, and these “breeders” don’t seem to care a jot about the long-term prognosis and what the future holds for “their” breed. 

 It is also worth noting that many of these breeds are unable to give birth naturally now too (due to the shape of the puppy’s skulls) and so the mothers often go through multiple caesareans… 

 PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE STOP AND THINK before you buy.  Come and talk to US about the breeds that you are interested in - and we shall give you the whole picture.

 I am completely exhausted and totally demoralised seeing these type of problems on a daily basis.  There are enough horrible illnesses, diseases and potential accidents out there without being destined to be unwell before you are even born.

   Whilst people are still buying these dogs, people will still breed them and the problem will never go away.“

It’s been a year since and a half since I came to Korea and in that time I’ve met many amazing people. EXO’s Lay hyung is a representative of those people. He is a great dancer and singer, but other than thatLay hyung has his own charm that can not be explained through words. I also want to have my very own charm one day.
The Fun Process of Imprinting

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IMAGINE: You are the adopted child of the Cullens and you learn the hard way you are Paul Lahote’s imprint.


“You coming Y/N?” One of your brothers yells at you.

Rolling your eyes, you say goodbye to your friends and turn around. Your third oldest brother smiled as you made your way over to him and the rest of your siblings.

“You guys are really impatient, you know that right?” You tease Emmett, softly slugging his arm. His wife, rather, one of your sisters, grabbed you by the hand and led you into the car.

“Carlisle wants to see us right away. Esme called us and said it was an emergency.”

Your eyebrows immediately scrunch together as you pile into the family’s car. Alice starts up the vehicle as the rest of you try not to worry about what your father wanted to talk to you guys about.

“It’s probably nothing,” Jasper tried to soothe you. 

Your emotions were coming off strong as you tried suppressing your fear. He leaned across Emmett (Both of your sisters sat in the front as Rosalie called shotgun!) and took your hand in his.

Despite him having problems with blood and humans, your brother taught himself to familiarize your scent ever since you were a child. It didn’t affect him as bad as Bella did or the others did.

Seeing that you were still stressing out, Jasper began to manipulate your emotions until you felt calmer. Sending him a smile, you nod your head in thanks.

“Let’s see how much trouble we’re in now,” Emmett muttered as Alice pulled into the driveway of the house.

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Why are You like this?

Hi friends! 

Plot: Y/N feels overwhelmed and doesn’t know how to let her Harry know.

I combined my own idea with a request about H hearing Y/N admit something over the phone. 

Hint before reading: Take a moment and think of that one thing that’s overwhelming you right in this moment, the one thing that makes your stomach feel sick and the one thing that keeps you up at night. Okay now you can read it.

Pic isn’t mine but I like to think that it is.

“Are you sure everything’s alright?” 

My throat dried when I allowed my eyes to meet with his sparkling green orbs and the pure worry in them made it difficult not to tear up. With a deep breath I forced myself to smile. 

“Everything is fine, Harry,” I promised him, my tone just sweet enough for it to cover up the lie, “It was a long day.”

“Again?” Harry inquired quietly. 

“Again.” I tried to laugh but got up to walk to the kitchen when I failed.

Ever since the beginning of this week there had been a heavy and uncomfortable feeling settled at the bottom of my stomach making me feel so sick at times I believed I would vomit. 
But I couldn’t let it show. 

“Do you want some tea?” I called towards him.

“Sure, yeah. Thanks, beautiful.”

With trembling fingers I reached for the kettle and I closed my eyes in hopes of calming down enough to keep my distraught emotions a secret. And what better than a hot cup of tea?
There was nothing I loved more than spending time with Harry and if I could I would have him near me at all times. I felt myself long for him when he was gone, fantasized about being in his presence when I wasn’t and when I had him I felt at peace. Momentarily. Harry made me feel warm and without knowing it he’d become the only person who managed to decorate my face with an honest smile. We hadn’t been dating for long, only a couple of months, and it was true that we were happy. Never before had I felt this close to another person, never before did I trust somebody with my whole heart and no one had ever understood me the way that Harry did.
Harry was my everything. 
And still I couldn’t find it in me to trust him with my worried mind. 

It wasn’t that I thought Harry wouldn’t be kind. I knew if I were to tell him that I couldn’t find any peace and that not even the nights provided me with rest, he would try all he could to be supportive. 
What held me back from confiding in him was how utterly ridiculous I felt. Harry had so much going on in his life, he was under constant pressure and given even more from all sides and all at once and still he never uttered as much as one word in complaint. 
Me? I felt like crying when dealing with what was so minor compared to other people’s problems. 
How could I possibly admit this without making a fool of myself?

“Y/N?” I heard Harry’s voice call for me. 

My breath hitched and I quickly finished both of our teas. “Coming!”

Hearing my friend’s voice over the speaker of my phone relaxed me. At least a little. Kat hadn’t had the time to talk properly in a while due to her job taking up a lot of space in her life and selfishly it felt good to hear that I wasn’t the only person who wasn’t having the best week. 

“So anyway,” Kat spoke, “Things took a turn to the better when the guy I told you about showed up again. I think he recovered form the flu or something.”

“I’m glad to hear that.”

She chuckled. “I bet your day gets better the moment you have Harry around to comfort you.” 

“Well,” I sighed, “Having him around does bring me joy.” 

When my voice quivered I knew I messed up.

Kat cleared her throat. “What’s the matter? Does he not understand or what?”

“I’m sure he would,” I muttered. 


I didn’t reply. Kat laughed breathlessly. 

“You seriously didn’t tell him? Y/N, he’s your boyfriend! And if I receive text after text about how shitty everything is going for you then something really must be up.”

A lump formed in my throat and I let out a small whine. “I don’t know how to talk to him about this thought.”

“Why not?”

I shrugged even though she couldn’t see. “Harry has so much going on in his life. Never does he get a break not even on his days off. How could I burden him with my stupid and silly problems when his mind is full of much more important things?”

“Because he’s your boyfriend!” Kat repeated. 

“Is that your answer to everything?”

“In a relationship it’s about being there for each other,” Kat lectured, ignoring my words, “You support him constantly. It’s time you let him do the same for you.”

My head snapped up at the noise of my front door opening and then falling shut. 

“Y/N? You home, baby?” My heart fluttered at his voice.

“That’s Harry,” I quickly informed Kat, “I got to go.”

With fast steps I walked further into the bedroom and away from where I could hear Harry moving closer towards me.

“Of course,” Kat said and I could hear the smile in her voice, “Just remember. You have to be honest with Harry and tell him how you feel. Otherwise you’re being unfair to him.”

“I know,” I agreed lowly, “I know you’re right.”

Harry’s knuckles lightly knocked onto the wooden door and I turned around to look at him with a smile growing on my face. He looked insanely good. His hair was tousled from the clod wind I knew was tormenting outside, his upper body adorned a thick jumper and his legs were forced into much too tight jeans which to my benefit left little to the imagination. 

“Hey,” I breathed.

“Hi.” His voice was quiet and I shuddered when the smile on his face didn’t reach his beautiful eyes. 

I walked over to him and reached for his arm. “I’m just going to finish this call really quickly, okay? Then I’m all yours.”

“S’okay,” Harry said and shrugged off my touch, “I just came over to return the shirt you left at my place the other day. M’actually bit busy so I’m just going to head out again.”

My heart sank. “I thought you would stay tonight?” 

Harry nodded towards the phone in my palm. “You should’t let your friend wait, Y/N. Wouldn’t want you to be unfair to anybody, right?” 

And with that he turned around, out of my reach and towards the exit. The shirt he’d brought me was carelessly thrown onto the mattress and I watched him leave with tears already burning my eyes. What the hell had just happened?

“Y/N? You still there?” 

Kat’s voice ripped me back from my thoughts and I quickly told her that I was fine and needed to go. Then I hung up. 
Great. Now not even my relationship was something I could find comfort in. There was no point in running after him as I new Harry moved fast and since he’d arrived by car I was sure he must be long gone. With my palms ice cold, my legs weak and my stomach in knots I sat down on the bed I’d thought I would be spending the night with Harry on, feeling the most uncomfortable and unhappy and in in general at a low I hadn’t reached before.
There was no way I could hold back the tears from burning my cheeks and soon I was a sobbing mess, laying alone on the cold fabric of my bed.

From Harry, 7:20pm.
I’m sorry I left like that, love. How about I come back over and we spend the night together like we planned? x

From Harry, 7:22pm. 
Don’t ignore me now. I know I was being harsh. A bit of a dick actually and I wanna make up for that. Please let me, baby. xx

From Harry, 7:23pm. 
I heard your conversation with Kat. 

With puffy eyes I stared at the three messages. I breathed in shakily and shook my head before picking up the device to reply. There was no way I could face him when I was like this. I felt ashamed enough as it is and couldn’t bear the thought of letting my boyfriend see me in this weakened state.

From Y/N, 7:30pm.
It’s okay, Harry, no worries. I’m a bit tired though. Don’t think that hanging out tonight is a good idea. I’m sorry. x

From Y/N, 7:33pm.
If you want we could meet up tomorrow?

Teardrops smeared the screen and I brushed them off quickly in order to read Harry’s reply. My heart sank even further upon reading it.

From Harry, 7:34pm.
If that’s what you want.

It was what I’d wanted. Still, my chest crumbled and the room filled once more with desperate and loud cries as I let it sink in that I’d successfully driven Harry away. A shaking palm clasped over my mouth as I attempted to somehow quieten the noises of my breakdown as I didn’t want to alarm my neighbours. 
What was I supposed to do? What was I to tell him tomorrow? That was if he even wanted to see me.
My eyes were sore, my throat dry and slowly but surely everything began to hurt. Really ache. 

My entire body froze and I forced myself to calm down long enough to make sure I hadn’t heard wrong. No. There was once again the distinct sound of somebody knocking on my front door. Oh god please no. I scrambled to my feet with hurried movements and came to a tumbling stand. With harsh movements I brushed the tears from my smeared cheeks. 

“Y/N.” It was quiet but I heard and my heart began to pound heavily in my chest. What was he doing here?

“Harry?” I asked, my voice small and trembling weakly. 

I sniffled noisily and tried to steady my breath. 

“Course it’s me, love,” Harry hummed, his voice gentle, “Mind opening the door for me? Letting me in, sweetheart?”

“Harry, I really don’t think-”

“I hear it, baby,” he spoke softly, “You’re crying.” His voice sounded so sad, so empty of the anger it held earlier. 

The pet names spoken with so much affection, the gentleness in his words and tone… I couldn’t fight any longer. 
With uncertain fingers I unlocked my front door and before I could turn the handle I had Harry’s arms wrapped around my waist as he forced his way into my apartment. 
Breathing in his scent as I nestled my face into the warm space between his shoulder and his neck, one of my hands wound itself into his short curls while the other clasped the back of his neck. Harry’s arms tightened around my body, bringing me impossibly close to his chest as he pushed the both of us further inside. I didn’t see but I heard him shut the door with his foot. 

“Harry,” I whimpered, trying desperately to step away from him, worried that the endless stream of tears would mess up his jumper. 

“No.” Harry’s embrace was tight. He ignored my protest and instead hoisted me up higher so that he could carry me to the couch in my small living room. 

I was full on sobbing by this point, my desperation only increasing when he let go of me after making me sit on the couch. My arms were taken into his hands and I turned my head away when he crouched down. 

“Y/N, look at me.”

I shook my head, a whimper escaping my parted lips. Harry’s hands moved gently, his fingers drew circles onto my skin. Normally the gesture was enough to calm me down but not today. I felt utterly embarrassed and I knew that Harry slowly began to realize too that this wasn’t just a small and simple break down. 
This was me, crumbling after having suffered under too much pressure for too long. This was me truly breaking down and falling apart right in front of his eyes.
I gasped upon feeling him press his face into my open palms. 

“My sweet girl,” Harry breathed into my hands, “Tell me if there is something that I can do for you, you hear?”

“There- there’s no-nothing, Harry.” I swallowed shakily and stared at the back of his head. 

Slowly he looked up at me, green eyes wide, kind and patient. His warm hands clasped mine and my breath hitched when his heart shaped lips pressed a loving kiss to them. 

“That’s okay, too,” he reassured, “In that case I will just do what I think you need right now, yeah? And if you want something different you tell me.” 

He waited for me to nod, a small smile gracing his lips. Harry got to his feet quickly and immediately I was scooped back into his arms and brought to his chest. I hiccuped and Harry chuckled. 
His body settled onto the couch and I gasped when he placed my own body right on top of his, my back pressed to his chest. His face settled into my neck and I shuddered upon feeling his warm breath. One of Harry’s arms wrapped around my middle while he gently touched my forehead with his other hand, making me rest my head on his shoulder. 
I sighed and turned so I could nudge his neck with my nose. Next a blanket was pulled over my form, making sure that I was warm. 

“Harry,” I whispered into his skin. 

He intertwined our legs together before kissing my cheek. 

“No more crying,” he said lowly, chest rumbling against my back, “It breaks my heart to see you like this. Which doesn’t mean that I want you to ever keep it from me again when you feel this way.”

The terrible knot at the bottom of my stomach loosened and the longer I breathed him in the more I could feel my heart relax. My breathing slowed, the tears slowly ceased from falling. My own arms wrapped around his and our hands found each other. 

“I’m sorry,” I apologized against his skin.

He shook his head and squeezed me. “No, no, my love. S’not what I want. You don’t have to apologize for anything. All I want is that you trust me. That you know that I’m here. Always.”

“I want to see you.” 

Careful not to hurt him I turned to lay on my stomach, my body pressed tightly against his chest and I leaned up to press a kiss to his soft skin of his chin. 
Harry groaned lowly at the sensation. 

“You’re my girlfriend,” Harry murmured, his hands rubbing up and down my back, “You can lean on me. Confide in me. Don’t want hear that you’re unwell and hiding it.”

I hummed.

“Are you comfortable?” I wondered quietly, referring to his position.

“Very,” he assured me with a nod, cheekily grabbing my bum and giving it a squeeze. 

I swatted his chest with a laugh and he removed his hands and settled them onto my hips instead. I found it hard to believe that having my body sprawled out on top of his was in any way comfortable but in this moment I knew there was nothing other than being in his arms that would heal my tormented mind.

“S’embarrassing though,” I admitted quietly, my unsure eyes finding his. 

“S’not,” he argued, “S’part of being in a relationship. I’m yours, you’re mine and we’re both there for each other.”

I liked how natural his words sounded. How much sense they made.

“But,” I began, “what I’m dealing with is so stupid and you-”

“And I’m never too busy to take care of you just like I trust in you always being there when I really need you. And nothing that makes you cry is stupid to me.”

Harry smiled kindly and I could feel myself doing the same. Gently I reached up to cup his cheek and a tiny gasp escaped my mouth before his lips found mine in a loving kiss. Instantly I melted into him. 
His hands held me close, my own scratched his cheek while the other held onto his hair and for the first time all week I felt like I could truly breath. Harry’s presence took over all of my senses as I cuddled myself even more into his embrace. We continued to kiss until my lungs burned and this time when I teared up it was because my heart couldn’t hold the amount of happiness. 

“Why are you like this?” I whispered, staring at my handsome boyfriend with wonder in my eyes. 

He smiled and pressed another kiss to my temple. “Because you’re important to me. I need you to know that, love.”

“I do. Thank you so much, Harry. And I care about you, too. So much.”

Another kiss followed to my lips before Harry drew back to rub his nose against mine in a heartbreakingly sweet gesture. 

Hope you liked this! Wrote it in one go so apologizes for any mistakes. Also, if any of you are dealing with something shitty at the moment I have my fingers crossed for you and know you’ll be alright. x

The rest of my writing: 

I don’t usually make Pissed/Rant posts, but this infuriates me.

As many of you people know, I do conventions on top of youtube for a living. A really really good friend of mine does conventions and commission work for her living and has been doing this as a full paid living for years. (I am not going to say her name, she asked me to keep her anonymous so I will respect her request.) She does more conventions in a year, let alone several years, than I couldn’t ever fathom so her experience with conventions including El Paso Comic Con, is very broad. 

I don’t usually make posts like this or anything concerning drama, but I want this to be known out there and have there be an awareness of this issue, cuz what happened today at El Paso Comicon is wrong, and I just wish I was there to do something about it. 

The reason why I bring this up, is because today she faced a huge ordeal at El Paso Comic Con, and this is what I came to hear about today on her facebook, and over the phone.


My friend’s words: 

“I don’t even know how to put into words what just happened to me. I am still physically shaking. Today at El Paso Comic con I tried to bring in a pasta because I was hungry and hadn’t eaten since yesterday. I was told by staff I couldn’t bring it in so I asked to bring it in anyway because I am vegetarian and can’t eat hotdogs and chicken salads.
They brought over their main supervisors and the head lady began to harshly try to put power over me saying “cons don’t allow food you can’t” she tried to discredit me by asking how many cons I do and how many let food in.
I began to explain again to the other person about how I cannot eat certain foods and as the conversation continued I began to feel an anxiety attack coming on and tears were already happening.
I ask her to please stop filming me. She put her phone away but surely she still recorded the rest of my conversation without my consent.
The head of the con allows me my food in but at this point I am so anxious I can’t eat.
THEN I bring my food to my friend to give hers to her and explain what happened.
THIS WOMAN FOLLOWS ME TO THE TABLE to “call me out” on lying about being the only one at my table. (I am in full panic attack mode and very upset and not ok)
I explain (while still crying) that this is not my booth and I am giving her her food and telling her what happened. (she is the only one at her booth just like she told her, but this woman falsely accused her simply to destroy her.) 
She then tells me that I have to pack up my stuff and leave the convention. I tell her that I paid for my spot and am staying. (Not just as attendant but an exhibitor with paper work, paying for her spot) She begins to scream at me to “take a chill pill” and go back to my table.
Once I’m at my table I am in such a bad shape a friend of mine HAD TO GET A MEDIC. This panic attack lasted OVER AN HOUR and I am STILL shaking.

I am utterly humiliated and heartbroken. I loved this convention but I will not be coming back now. I have not had such a terrible attack in almost a YEAR.

This is something I am scared to post on Facebook but I know it’s important to let people know what’s going on. When my service animal can’t even help me because I have nearly stopped breathing, you know there’s a problem.”


It’s not like me to make posts about this, the only other time I have is when the issue with UltimaAlmighty happened and even then I still don’t even think he deserved the ending he got despite me telling my share of the story. but this?.., is not ok. 

I want to contact the head manager or either the convention center, or of el Paso Comic Con and report this issue about the supervisor handling a situation that should have been dealt with care, and communication, not a power trip and following her with ill intent only to make hasty accusations that she is innocent of,- so far as to induce her with the worst anxiety attack where she literally couldn’t breath. (and her service animal for emotional support rendered useless). However, my problem here is that I don’t know how to contact the head of El Paso Comic Con. Does anyone know how? My friend was wronged, and I want the head to know about what their supervisor did. 

bts scenario: getting back after them cheating on you

anon:  A bts reaction request: you somehow get back together after the cheating(I wouldnt forgive a cheater irl but since this is imaginary)

author’s note: please read this first to understand better. also this is so messy i’m sorry ;;


He would not believe that you had forgiven him after the biggest mistake he had ever done.

Cheating on you.

How could you forgive him when he knew that your heart hurt still? He wanted the best for you, so you seeing you making that decision was both making him thankfull and heartbroken.

“Y/n, I am sorry that I ever did that to you. I don’t know if you’re still thinking about me, but what I know is that I love you still, I’m an idiot and I know you hate me, and it’s pathetic that I still have hope. I love you and I want a chance.” he says as he looks at you with glossy eyes, the ones that you still loved just as much as you did half a year ago.

“I hope you have changed, Seokjin. I love you, even after what you did to me. It’s so complicated, but I am listening to my heart. I want to give you one chance.” you whisper as he looks back at you with a mouth agape, before pulling you into a nostalgic kiss.


As he was looking at the ceiling, he was thinking,

Why did he do that?

Taking another gulp of his bottle, he remembered all the memories that he had shared with you all the time he was with you. So did he really threw out all of that by one mistake he so deeply regretted? Without even thinking another second, he threw on some jacket and walked to the road that was so memorable yet so forbidden.

“What are you doing here, Yo-, Min Yoongi?” you ask as you catch him right before his drunken body falls right in front of your front door. 

Your mind was screaming at you to not let him in, to let in the man that broke your heart. But something in you still wanted to see him everyday.

“Y/n, I know you might think that all the things I’m going to say are not true because I’m drunk, but I still know what my hearts wants. It wants a chance. A chance to make you more happy than I ever did, to make up all of my mistakes, to show how truly I love you. But I’m not forcing you, because I know someone like you can’t forgive someone like me. I love you Y/F/N, and I hope you still know that.” he says as he looks at you from his knees, hope still deep inside of him. 

You look back at him, your eyes ready to tear up, and your voice small, but still full with sign of affection.



He was still thinking of you, even after he walked out of your life because he was an idiot that was ready to punch himself.

Why did he think that cheating on you was a way to cope with him missing you?

He really wanted to punch himself and scream at himself. All of your future together was taken away by his fault. So he got himself in his hands, because he needed to fix his own mistakes.

You were waiting at the train station, your shift ended and you were exhausted. As you sat on your seat you sighed, a small cloud leaving after it. The cold November brezze still chilling you, even in an enclosed space. You close your eyes, slowly drifting into sleep but interrupted as someone sat right next to you.

“Hoseok?” you ask shocked as you look at the man once was your whole life, maybe still is.

He smiles shyly,

Oh my god I’m so sorry, you must think I’m a stalker or something. Truth is, I just couldn’t take it anymore. I can’t live a day without thinking about you. I know I proved otherwise in my past actions, but I do mean what I say. I know, it sounds cliche, but, can you give me another chance?” he says with a small voice. 

Taken aback by his words, you look in another direction and start thinking. Maybe a chance was truly a goood decision? 

After some minutes of silence, you spoke up.

“Only one chance to prove that you have changed, Hoseok.”


He knew that he had done the biggest mistake that night. Cheating on the person he oh so loved still was a down fall and a dead end in your relationship, if it wasn’t obvious.

He was ready to give anything to be with you again, but it was impossible and pathetic.

But nothing is impossible, right?

He walked down to your house, and you couldn’t even say how shocked you were to see him, at the middle of the night, at your doorstep.

As he saw you couldn’t speak, he held your hands in his with hesitation.

“Y/n, I know this might come off as a shock, seeing me after I said to forget about me. But I still love you. I always loved you, and always will, that night…that night was the most awfull thing I ever did, and I’m so sorry. I know you wouldn’t forgive me, I just wanted to get this out of my chest.” he says as he let’s go and turns to go, but you stop him with a hug. He doesn’t move, but relaxes in your embrance. 

“Kim Namjoon, I forgave you. I hate myself for it, but I can’t do nothing about it because I love you too.” you whisper.


After that letter, you didn’t hear of him. Not even one call, one message or one official goodbye. You thought that he really never loved you, and you regretted ever thinking that he did. 

But were your alibis ever true?

You walked home into your apartment complex, and looked into the mailbox, expecting another unimportant papers. But oh how wrong you were.

A well written letter was in your hands, the handwritting way too familiar. 

“Look around…” it read with a black ink.

You did as you were told, heart pouding hardly in your chest.

“Y/n…” Jimin whispered, as tears were leaving his eyes.

“I am such an coward and an idiot. I am so sorry that wrote only that letter, because I was afarid. Afraid that you would hat me forever. Why was I, when it was logical for you to do so? I was such a hopeless man, betraying your trust when I wished I did not. It was a mistake, and you have every right to hate me. And I know it’s impossible, but can I ask for another chance? If not, I’m okay with your decision. I love you, Y/n.”

You look at him breathless, before you ran up to him and kissed him. It was stupid when he did what he did, but you trusted him and that he had changed.

“Is this enough for an anwer?” you ask whispering.


You were walking home, another awfull day at work. Things really seemed like they got out of hand after you and Kim Taehyung had broken up after he had ruined all of your relationship.

You didn’t even notice how the rain started to pour, at least not after you bumped into someone and they held up an umbrella. You were ready to apologize, but as you looked up you saw a once famlliar face.

“Taehyung?” you slighly gasp.

He looked different, yet you still recognized him. He looked at you and gave you the boxy smile you loved so much, and apologized himself,

“I’m sorry for bumping into you.” he spoke, “How are you, by the way?” he asked worriedly. As he saw no response, he sighed. “I’m sorry, It’s stupid of me to ask after all I had done. I know you hate me as much as I hate myself for what I did, but I am truly sorry and I hope I could just go back in time and prevent that. It’s not your fault, and I’m sorry that you had gone through that. But I can make you happier now, would you let me?” he asks whispering.

You look at him, a silence hanging in the air, and you finnaly spoke up,

“Will you really make me happy like before?” you sigh and nod, his face lighing up, making him hug.

“I will” he whispers happily.


It was still a memory that hurt. Him on his knees as he confessed you his wrong doings, was something that only brought a pain to your chest.

But only did you know that he would be in the same position two months later.

You were watching another drama, it making you sadder than you already were. Your session of endless crying was cut off by knocks on the door. You wiped your tears and opened the door, you voice breaking at the small “Hello?” that escaped from your lips. You gulped as you were staring at the man who left you with a hole in your heart. He looked back at you as he let out small sobbers, and sinked to his knees, just like months ago when he had broke your heart.

“Y/n, I’m so sorry. I’m such an coward and stupid piece of shit. I’m sorry that I left you like that, that I cheated on you. You’re everthing I ever wanted, and I hate myself that I ever brought you pain. But I promise, I promise I’ll make you happy, I’ll let you see that I changed. But you’re not forced to, and If you want, I’ll never bother you, because your happiness matters more. I love you.” he cries hopelessly.

You let out cries yourself, and patted his hair affectionaly. You knew you should have thought about your answer more detailed, but you just followed  your heart.
“I love you too.” you whisper as you shed one more tear.

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MORE Wolf 359 doodles, since I caught up, including the 2 hour Lovelace special (which was great), and, hoo boy. HOO BOY. Give this really excellent sci fi podcast a shot if you haven’t already it’s a lot of fun. and a lot of tears. by tears I mean more fun.

oh and listen what if Eiffel only ever wears obnoxious pop culture graphic tees, since that’s all he brought, since that’s all he owns

*An anon requested a blurb with Harry talking about you and yalls future when he thought you were asleep but really weren’t. So here is it anon, hope you enjoy! 💕*

He had been running his fingers across your back while you two laid in bed. You weren’t sure what time it was, you were just enjoying laying in bed with Harry. Because laying in bed always made you sleepy you were drifting in and out of sleep. Also his fingertips which were so soft, and a continuous motion, were not helping you stay awake either.

When you’d drift in and out of consciousnesses you would hear him speaking softly. At first you figured he was just going on about something silly. I mean you two were debating best superheroes before you starting falling asleep, so you figured he was still going on about that. But when you heard him say “our future” you started to listen in more.

Nights like this is what harry loved most. Just laying in bed talking and cuddling into the early hours of the morning. Moments like this he reflected on your life together. How much he loved it, how much he loved you, how lucky he was to have you, and how much he couldn’t wait for your future together.

“You know I think about our future a lot.” He whispered into the darkness. He didn’t want to speak too loudly because he figured you had fallen asleep. You hadn’t spoken in quite awhile, and your breathing was evening out. Also he had to be honest, he was a bit afraid to lay out all his hopes and dreams of your guys future together. You two had said I love you. But that was just recently. And you two weren’t married. He didn’t want to freak you out with all he dreamed and wanted with you, but he could imagine it all.

“I can see it all with you love. Marriage, children, growing old together.” He smiled to himself imaging all of it. “You’re the one for me. I just know it.”

Because your face was hidden in the elbow of your arm facing away from him Harry didn’t notice you smile to yourself. He didn’t know you were awake and you planned to keep it that way. You wanted to hear all he had to say, because you felt the exact same way but we’re too afraid to tell him.

“You’re so good with my friend and family. Honestly I get jealous of how close you are with Niall. And for you to be that close with Niall says a lot. Yeah Niall is friendly and such, but like he’s one of my best friends so he’s kind of protective over me? And you? He instantly just warmed up to. I think it was cuz you loved golf almost more than he did!” He chuckled to himself.

You fought so hard not to burst or giggling at that line. To be honest you were terrified of meeting his friends and family. Especially Niall. You knew how close they were, I mean come on who didn’t know the Narry bromance?! So when you met Niall you were shy at first, but once the subject of golf got brought up you showed your true passion. After that you and Niall were best friends.

“And mom and Gemma already have accepted you into the family. You join in on their teasing of me, which rude, and they love it. Plus I think they can see how much I love you. And as long as I’m happy, they’re happy”

The more Harry talked the harder it was to fake being asleep. Your heart was racing, you were smiling like a fool, and you were tearing up. Harry always showed you love, and how much he cared. But him pouring his heart out like this was a rare occasion.

“I’m gonna marry you someday ya know? I am. I love you so much and I never want to be without you. That would kill me. Because I have so much thought out and planned for our future. We’re gonna get married and have a house here in London, and maybe L.A. too if you want” Harry closed his eyes and sighed happily to himself.

“And we’re going to have children. I already know how many you want. 4 because you like even numbers” He chuckled and blew out a shaky sigh. He was getting teary eyed himself thinking about all this.

“I’m totally fine with four, as long as it’s 2 boys and 2 girls. I’d like it even that way as well. But I know we can’t really choose so whatever combination we have I’m totally fine with. As long as I have children and you as their mother I’m set for life” Harry was imagining those children in his mind. Children who had your eyes, and his hair. Or vice versa. It didn’t matter. Children with you would be the best thing to ever happen to him, besides you, no matter if they were boys or girls or looked like you or him.

You were really getting choked up as Harry went on. You weren’t sure how much longer you could fake being asleep.

Harry sighed shakily again, “The amount of love that I have for you is unexplainable. I’ve tried to write it down, put it into words or songs, but I just can’t. None of it seems right. It’s our love, just you and me. No one else’s.” He blew out a breath, sniffed, and wiped his eyes. “God, I can’t wait for our future. I wish I could tell you all of this, but I don’t want to scare you away. We just said I love you. We haven’t even discussed moving in yet, but oh man do I want that. I want all of it, with you.”

Harry stopped running his fingertips across your back and rolled over to spoon you. Yes he did like being the little spoon, but tonight he just wanted to hold you tight. He pressed a kiss into your neck as he felt himself getting sleepy. “I just love ya so much…It’s just insane” he mumbled, drifting off into sleep.

That was the last thing you heard from his mouth. After a few moments later you heard light snores and knew he had fallen asleep. You pressed a light kiss to one of his arms that were wrapped around you and drifted back off to sleep yourself with a huge smile on your face.

Day 01
I was born with the golden sun in my heart and the waves of the ocean between my ribs. My father was not gentle nor kind but he brought me to a garden, something rare and beautiful. There lived someone else already. His name was Adam and when he smiled, the sun was put to shame. I was in love before I realized what love even is.

Day 04
Adam gave me flowers and told me how beautiful I am. He kissed my cheeks and kept me warm at night.

Day 05
Adam put a hand between my legs and touched me. It felt good at first, but then it hurt. Adam didn’t stop.

Day 06
I wanted to tell my father, but I felt dirty and spent. That night I tasted tears for the first time. It’s a cruel taste.

Day 38
I told my father about what Adam did. He said ‘You were made to serve him. He is made in my own image. There is nothing wrong in what Adam did. You wanted it, don’t you?’ No I didn’t. But my father didn’t even listen to me.

Day 42
Adam does it all the time. The touching. Sometimes he pushes me down and takes greedily what he wants. I close my eyes and let it happen. I was born to serve him after all.

Day 103
I listened to the way my name sounds in Adam’s mouth. Servant. Slave. Brainless. Stupid. I am neither of these things.

Day 104
I will prove him wrong.

Day 301
I was not born to serve anyone than myself.

Day 332
My father made men in his own image. But he included his cruelty in me. His rage. The taste of dirt and blood behind my teeth. God is not on my lips anymore. I burn myself to the ground and rise shaking outside the garden.

Day 895
All the blood has buried my name.

- entries out of Lilith’s Diary | r.m

Kiss Land

Matt Murdock x Reader

Summary: Matt Murdock was an insanely great kisser. And he absolutely loved to put his lips to use. 
Genre: Romance/fluff
Rating: T
Warnings: Swearings, minor character death (just a mention), implied sexy times
1,752 words

Notes: While I finish the requests I have in my askbox, I decided to post this Matty one because I’m on his mood. <3 Just a silly one-shot without all his Daredevil drama (sort of). And also because I rewatched the kiss scene between Claire and Matt. Too many times. For my own good. Remember that italic parts are flashbacks. SO…I hope you enjoy it! ^_^

If there was something in your life that you just couldn’t deny, was that being Matt Murdock’s girlfriend had its fair amount of perks. 

In an overall, you were always safe, knowing he’d step up into the situation whenever something could happen. Sometimes it had some downfalls, but his senses were another great thing since he’d always know when and how to help you when you needed. 

And the list could go on and on, but there was one little thing that you completely loved the most and would always drive you crazy:

Matt Murdock was an insanely great kisser. 

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Just Go With It (Bucky Edition) - Part 1/3

Summery: Based off the plot of the movie Just Go With It, Bucky wears a fake wedding ring to pick up girls but when he meets ‘the one’ he finds it hard to explain the wedding ring. Asking for your help, you have to convince Bucky’s girlfriend that you’re his wife but you’re getting a divorce. A week in Hawaii changes things though…

Pairing: Bucky x Reader, Steve x Reader (ish)

Word Count: 1,964

Warnings: swearing, little angst (not really)

A/N: This is my entry for @sgtbxckybxrnes movie au writing challenge. I love this movie, its one I can re-watch many times and not get bored of it so writing an au with Bucky was so much fin. This is part one of three. Hope you like it, happy readings!  (PS I suggest going to watch the movie if you haven’t seen it already.)

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Your best friend Bucky ran into your apartment in a rush completely out of breath.

“I need you to be my wife that I’m getting divorced with!” He yelled causing you to knock over the lego tower you were building with your son Jackson.

“James holy poop, you can’t just barge into my house like that,” you say putting down the lego and crossing the room to calm your friend.

“Please Y/N the whole ring thing went wrong and now I need someone to pretend to be my wife and convince the girl I’m with that we’re getting divorced.”

“Whos the girl?” You ask curious to who your best friend was putting this much effort into.

“Her name’s Natasha and I think she may be ‘the one.’”

“Since when do you believe in ‘the one?’” 

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Castiel Winchester is saved

- and once again, he is the one doing the saving

(Now, I don’t know whether you can call the following accumulation if thoughts meta, but this has been going through my mind ever since 13x04 aired and I need to write it down.)

Even though every scene in 13x04 was filled to the brim with emotions, the one that finally send me over the edge and brought tears to my eyes was when Cas said “I am already saved”.

For several seasons, one of my biggest wishes was for us to get a reversal of Cas’ line to Dean: “What is it, Dean? You don’t think you deserve to be saved.” I always imagined it would come in the form of Dean saying to Cas something like “You deserve to be saved”, maybe in the context of Cas trying to sacrifice himself once more. I thought the most significant thing would be for Dean to accept Cas as he is and tell him he is loved, because for years that has been Cas role in Dean’s life (to be the person that sees Dean as he really is and loves him all the more for it and to be the person Dean, the eternal non-believer has faith in).

Now, of course, Dean’s feelings for Cas are in no way irrelevant and I would still be over the moon if, at some point, Dean tells him point blank that he’s not just needed, he’s wanted and loved. But still, the way in which the writers chose to reverse the line “You don’t think you deserve to be saved” is so much better than anything I thought of before!

Because while Dean’s love for Cas is important, it can’t save him!

The only person who will ever be able to save Cas is himself. (Note that Cas response of “I am already saved” is to empty!cas saying “Save yourself”)

Now, does Cas saying “I am already saved” mean the fight is over? No, of course not. Cas followed it up with “I will fight. I will fight. I will fight …”, meaning he knows full well that he might have to do so indefinitely and that he might still lose. (I wonder whether he himself expected the empty to spit him out that soon.)

“I am already saved”, at that moment becomes a declaration about his own willingness to keep that fight up, however long he has to. It is the strongest declaration of faith we’ve heard from Cas in years and for the first time, it was a declaration of faith not in God, not in his siblings, not in the Winchesters, but instead a declaration of faith in himself.

They say if you fall in love with a writer, you’ll never die.
And I can promise you that it’s true darling, I will write about everything, the big things and the small things, even the ones you’ve probably already forgotten. I will write about that time you parked the car in the middle of nowhere just so we could watch the sunset. I will write about that time you texted me to tell me the moon was beautiful tonight. I will write about the “I love you” that you whispered in my ear in a dark cinema room as I least expected it, and how it nearly brought me to tears. I will write about that flower you picked for me on the seaside. I will write about that time you sleepily called me by a sweet name in the middle of the night to have me move closer to you. I will write about all the times you said “this made me think of you”. I will write about that time you stood on the platform and stared at me through the window until my train left just so you could see me until the very last second. I will write about all the unexpected kisses, and the morning coffees, and the car rides with the windows wide open and the hard rock music playing at full blast, and the slow dancing in hotel rooms after getting drunk on cheap Champagne, and the wild, sweaty lovemaking as if we hadn’t done it for months, and the “let’s try our luck at the Casino”.
I will write about every little thing, and I promise I’ll never let you die.
—  I love you with all I have
you’re okay

so this is a mixture of an anonymous request I got and a headcanon I saw (that I can’t find to link) but I hope you enjoy!!

Ship: Malec

Word Count: 2,500

Alec’s vision was blurry as sweat rolled down his forehead, getting in his eyes. Sand was flying out behind him as he sprinted down the beach, trying desperately to get enough leverage and coverage to turn and aim a shot at the dragon demon that was following. Izzy was somewhere behind him, but she could handle herself, and the dragon was after him anyways. He chanced a glance back to make sure she was okay, only to see that he was losing ground and the demon was on his heels.

“Dammit,” he groaned, willing his legs to push him faster, harder. He felt his speed rune burning as he used the last of it, along with the heat beside him as a fireball landed dangerously close to him. He almost didn’t see the figure in front of him. They weren’t moving, only planting their feet and preparing to strike.

The flicker of a silver ear cuff was the only give away.

Alec ducked quickly, rolling onto the sand as he felt the familiar power of magic soar over his head, striking the demon directly in the chest. Alec knew what was coming, he’d seen it when he’d shot the dragon in New York.

“Magnus look out!” He called out, but it was too late. The demon had already spawned back from its remnants, creating six smaller, but still lethal demons. Three of them turned to Alec, the other three to Magnus. Alec grasped for his seraph blade, slicing through the two closest to him. Magnus was holding off the other one headed for the younger boy along with two that were after him, but he failed to see the one coming up behind him.

With a sickening hiss, Alec watched in horror as the demon struck Magnus in the back with its tail and the stinger at the end of it. Magnus’ eyes went wide with shock, and he turned slowly to see what had hit him. Alec was on his feet in a flash, aiming a careful arrow that soared beside Magnus and landed in the neck of the demon. The three remaining demons scattered into the woods, and Alec fell to his knees beside Magnus, who had slumped to the ground.

“Ouch,” Magnus said slowly.

“Hey, hey it’s okay. You’re okay, you’re gonna be fine, everything is going to be fine. I’m right here,” Alec murmured, his hands hovering uselessly over Magnus’ body, unsure of what to do.

“Catarina. I need Catarina,” he murmured, his body stiffening as he fought the pain that was beginning to spread.

“Can you make a portal?”

“I’m not sure.”

“Take my strength. You’ve done it before, we just need to get you back home, and then we can fix this, okay? Take it Magnus,” he urged, grasping onto Magnus’ hand tightly, willing him to take everything he needed. He felt a sudden drain, as if his energy was being zapped from his muscles, but it gave Magnus just enough strength to create a small portal. Alec all but dragged him through it, both of them tumbling onto the floor of the apartment.

Magnus groaned at the impact, rolling over onto his stomach. It was only then that Alec could see the blood running from his upper back, his jacket tattered and burning away from the poison of the sting.

Catarina!” Alec yelled, lifting Magnus as gently as he could off the floor. He swiped everything off of the coffee table before laying the warlock down gently on his stomach.

“Not. Here.” Magnus panted. Alec felt himself begin to panic again. He turned away, only slightly, scribbling out a frantic fire message and sending it with all the force he had, praying it would get to her in time.

“What can I do? Tell me what to do Magnus,” Alec pleaded, feeling his eyes fill with tears.

“Stay with me,” Magnus murmured, his hand searching, reaching up from where it was hanging beside the table. Alec took it in his, squeezing tightly. He was shaking, and his rings were clicking together slightly.

“I’m not going anywhere, I’m right here,” Alec reassured him. Magnus smiled at that, his lips moving as if he wanted to speak, but his head lulled back onto the table.

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Look…Pidge is only a child, and yet she has already been through so much. therefore, it’s reasonable to think she would be having some problems, right?

Think about it… she would be living with the knowledge that she killed someone. It’s different, fighting in a lion versus being there in person and seeing them up close. What if the reason she yelled wasn’t because of rover falling, but because she didn’t want to let Haxus fall to his death. She was right there. she was the one who tripped him. She looked right at him and didn’t move as he hung in the air for those seconds.

Imagine Pidge having nightmares afterwards. Waking up and jolting upright, reaching out her arm to try and catch someone not there. Anytime she sees one of the paladins jump off something she freezes for a second, heart squeezing in her chest while she is brought back to that fight.

Just….she’s only fourteen and has witnessed so much death already, at her own hands within voltron. You can’t tell me she gets any enjoyment from it, yeah, she puts on a strong face for the others after a hard-fought battle but as soon as she is behind closed doors? She collapses into tears, sobs shaking her body as she is forced to relive what they’ve done, what she’s done. Staring at her hands, thinking about how she used to use them to build, to create things. But now she can only see the blood staining them in her mind, only seeing the loss and destruction she has caused.

anonymous asked:

Prompt (if you want, i really love all of your fanfics) where Feyre has a nightmare but Ehya is away and Cassian or Azriel goes to her room and calms her down, stays with her and fall asleep together. Thank you so much anyway 😘

Feyssian is my ultimate BroTP. Enjoy, Nonnie.
It was happening more and more when he was away. With Nesta on a mission to the Dawn Court, Rhys himself had to go to the Winter Court, to congratulate the High Lord and Lady on the arrival of the new Heir.
“It won’t be long,” he had promised, kissing her forehead before he winnowed away, attending ceremonies and rituals that took place whenever the first heir to a Court was born. And if he was at the Winter Court, she had to stay in Velaris. She understood, begrudgingly, and agreed.
Every night, she climbed into bed, wearing one of his tunics. She knew he was busy, but he still found the spare moment to send a thought of love down the bond.
And every night, like clockwork, Feyre woke up thrashing in their bed. The sheets were damp with her sweat and the room had filled with the night that she had inherited from her mate.
She would reach for him in her sleep, and when her hands hit the cold, empty sheets, her unconscious mind went to work.
Sometimes, she dreamed of her mortal death, of him screaming her name as she was broken by the queen who no longer deserved to be mentioned.
Sometimes, she dreamed that everything had gone wrong that night in Hybern. That her Court had been destroyed. Snapping wings, blood curdling screams and poison flowing through blood streams. And there was nothing she could do but watch.
But tonight; tonight had been the worst of all. Tonight she had dreamed about that day. About the day when it had almost all gone to Hell. Turning to find her mate on the ground, lifeless; no color in his warm, golden skin; cold. The other High Lords had refused, had told her there was nothing they could do. She had wept; screamed. She had tried on her own, but her powers weren’t nearly as strong as the power of six other High Lords.
She’d groveled to Tamlin, who looked at her with pity. She’d begged Helion, who himself had been crying.
There was nothing she could do.
A banging noise tore her from her sleep. She was tangled in the sheets, a silent scream attempting to tear from her throat.
“Feyre!” The door was nearly bowing open with the force of the fists on the other side. “Mother help me, Feyre, I swear, I’ll blow this door open if you don’t give me some indication that you’re alive in there.”
Opening her mouth to reply, ash tumbled to the sheets. She wiped the remains away, a grey smear remaining on her lips and the back of her hand, and stood, making her way to the door. She opened it and Cassian was there, both hands braced on the door frame above her. There was murder in his hazel eyes, murder and…fear.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “The nightmares…”
Before she could say anything else, she was wrapped in those huge arms and he held her to his chest. His chin rested on the top her head.
There was nothing romantic in the gesture, just the fact that it was in an intimate setting. It was a comfort, a General being there for his High Lady; a sister leaning on her big brother.
“I get them, too,” he said, breaking the silence. “Especially since the war.”
All Feyre could do was nod. The warm scent that embodied Cass was grounding her, bringing her back to the here and now.
“They usually involve losing your devil of a sister. I wake up and reach for her and she swats my hands away, telling me to grow a pair and get over it.” He was chuckling, and Feyre could hear the love for Nesta in his voice. She knew that they too were healing from the war together.
“Are you okay?” He asked, leaning back to look into her watery eyes.
She nodded and he smiled, wiping away a tear that had fallen down her cheek. He let her go and smiled at her. “Come on.”
He lead her down into the kitchens and told her to sit down and relax. She sat on the couch in the adjoining living room and bundled under a blanket. When he made his way into the room, he carried a plate that held two massive slices of lemon cake and two glasses of milk. Feyre sat up a little more. “Where in the world did you get those?”
A smirk quirked up his lips. “General’s secret.” He handed her a plate and they ate in silence, only the sound of the cutlery on the china filling the room.
Setting her plate on the coffee table in front of them, she leaned her head onto Cassian’s shoulder. “Do they ever go away?” She asked as he wrapped a protective arm around her shoulders. “Do they ever get easier?”
A sigh left his lips. “I can’t answer that, Feyre. Mine haven’t, but… I’ve seen a lot of bad shit. You can only lean on your family, and you know we’re here for you.”
She could only nod. A moment of silence hung between them. “Tell me something good,” she whispered, her eyes getting heavy.
“Something good,” he mused, running a hand through his loose hair, already messy from sleep. “When I was 14, Rhys’s mother asked me if I’d want to get out of the camps for a few hours. I thought she meant we were going flying, so I told her sure. I was always willing to train and I thought this was just another chance for that. But she held out her hand instead and I took it. It was the first time I had ever winnowed.” He laughed. “Thought I was going to be sick. But she brought me here,” he looked around the room. “To the House. She explained what Velaris was. What the city meant.”
Feyre glanced up at him, he was staring out one of the massive openings, to the glittering city below.
“Even at that point, it was clear I was going to be different. While Rhys, Az and the rest of them were growing strong, they were still fairly gangly. All long limbs and even longer wings. By 14, I was already well past 6’ and none of the clothes the camp gave us fit me right. I’d either get trouble for tearing a shirt during training or not wearing one at all.” He was chuckling again, a mix of amusement and pride in his gaze. “She flew with me, over the city, pointing out all of her favorite places. And we stopped at a tailor’s shop, in the Rainbow. She introduced me to Stephan, who I still go to to this day. She had him make me an entire wardrobe, custom fit to my exact measurements.” He stopped speaking and after a moment, Feyre looked up to ensure he was still awake. She caught the glimmer of a single tear slipping down his tanned cheek, before he wiped it away. “It had been years since she pulled me out of the freezing rain and into her cabin, but it still amazed me. The love she gave to this bastard, who was destined to be no more than a foot soldier on a battlefield, than to be a casualty in one of her mate’s battles.”
“I wish I could have met her,” Feyre whispered, laying her head back on his shoulder.
There was no hesitancy in his reply. “She would have adored you.”
Feyre’s eyes were misty as she said, “Tell me more, please.”
And so he did.
He told her of her kindness and love and beauty. He told her about how she was the only one able to shut Rhys’s father up. He told her, that in ways, Feyre reminded him of her.
And as they drifted off to sleep, watching the sun rise over the Velaris skyline, they both felt a little more whole than they had the night before.

Jasper Hale/Cullen Imagine

Can you please make an twilight Imagine about Jasper and Y/N ? She is his mate and he will do everything for her and is very overprotective and maybe he bites her because she don’t want to live without him (like Bella) … I Hope you make a Long Imagine .. Please (:

“You have to accept this,” Jasper told you as he lead you, a and over your eyes, outside the house.

“Just you saying that makes me worry,” you laughed. Jasper counted down from 3 and removed his hand from you eyes. “I cannot take this!” A brand new black SUV sat in front of you.

“I told you you have to…because I can’t take it back.” He smiled largely at you. “It’s our three year anniversary and this is your gift.”

“This shoots my gift for you out of the water.” You felt defeated.

You and Jasper had met a little over three years ago once Alice had found her true mate and moved on. Jasper, although sad, understood that she had to be with her true mate and, as he put it, he was lucky because that’s how he met you. You were at a bar the night you two met. You’d finished a great week and were sitting in a booth by yourself when he came and stood next to you. “Mind if I sit here?”

“Not at all.”

“I’m Jasper,” he said timidly.

“Y/N,” you shook his hand. You two sat and talked until about 2 am. “I better be going,” you said reluctantly.

“Want me to walk you to your car?” You said you’d be alright and politely rejected. You were just about to your car when a man came around the shadow of the other side.

“Pretty lady like you shouldn’t be walking alone,” you could smell the liquor on his breath.

“I’m fine. Almost to my car,” you tried to walk around him.

“Why don’t I take you to my car instead,” he grabbed your wrist and tried to drag you away from your car.

Before you could finish saying “Hands off” he was flung off of you. “You hear the lady,” Jasper was by your side in a second rushing you into your car and getting in the passenger side quicker than you thought possible. In the emotional drive back to your house he confided in you the secrets of his life. “Why aren’t you scared…or nervous…or anything?”

“Not sure,” you shrugged. Ever since then he’d been your wonderful, overprotective, boyfriend.

“So,” he brought you back to the present time. “When do I get my gift?”

“Give me on second. Meet me on the deck?” The deck overlooked the beautiful scenery of the place you and Jasper had rented for the weekend. You ran off and grabbed the box that you had hid in of of your many suitcases and stashed under your bed. You found Jasper sitting at the table out on the deck. When he heard you open the door his eyes turned from the sunset to you. “Happy anniversary,” you slide him the box.

He opened the top and unravel the tissue paper. He remained silent when he saw what was in the box. Worry overcame you and you tried to explain the gift, “You’ve always told me so much about your time in the war and I know that was the biggest point in your life so…” You didn’t know what else to say.

“How did you find this?” He was entranced on the name ‘Whitlock’ that was sewn onto the jacket’s pocket.

“A lot of digging around,” you admitted. Before you could register what was going on you were cradled in his arms with his lips on yours. “I love it,” he said when he left your lips. “I can’t believe you found that. Original badges and everything,” he looked it over again. “You’re right,” he said making you confused. “Going to this war was the biggest point in my life. But, now, meeting you is. I don’t know where I’d be without you and, I know I already got you something, but,” he shrunk down on one knee. “Y/N Y/L/N, will you do me the greatest honor of my life and be my wife?”

“Yes,” with tears in your eyes to hugged him and let him put the ring on your finger. “There’s one more thing I want before that though.” He looked up at you. “You have to turn me.” You could see him thinking in the look in his eyes. Finally, he smiled at you.

“I’m not Edward. It’s not that hard to convince me to spend eternity with you,” he laughed and brought you in for another kiss.

anonymous asked:


4: “please, please let me come.”

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You were on the verge of tears. 

Or maybe you’d already started crying. You couldn’t tell, your cheeks were too hot to really feel the warm tears. The rest of your body was just was warm, a sheen of sweat on your skin as you trembled and held onto what composure you had left, which was basically none at all.

Your face was pressed into the pillows, hands clutching the sheets, just like he’d instructed. You deserved this, of course. You’d brought it all upon yourself, mouthing off the way you did, acting like a brat. 

Your punishment entailed getting shoved down against the mattress, held in place as a vibrator was pressed to your cunt, at the highest setting it could be turned to. The only thing was, you weren’t allowed to come. You were supposed to lay there and handle it, as he’d told you.

Bill was elsewhere, in some other part of the house, fully aware of the torture you were enduring in your bedroom. But this was a punishment, after all. He didn’t need to be present for you to learn your lesson. 

You were no stranger to this. He’d administered this before. Some might think endless pleasure wasn’t much of a punishment, but oh, how wrong they’d be. Having constant stimulation to the most sensitive part of you, not allowed to succumb to your release, was painful and unbearable. 

When Bill finally did saunter back into the room, you were crying out for him. “Oh god, I can’t handle it,” you gasped as he sat on the mattress, just beside you. 

“Yes you can, sweetheart.” He wasn’t wicked, he still had compassion on you in such a state. 

“N-no I can’t.”

He let out a sigh, hand coming to rest on your back. You were hot to the touch. “Then what do you say?”

You let out several breaths, sure your voice would betray you. “Please, please let me come.”

Then he nodded. “Go ahead.”

And you did. The overwhelming sensation hit you so hard, you let out a scream, trembling violently as your release ripped through you. Once it was finished, you collapsed against the bed, and Bill was swift to pull the vibrator from you, knowing you wouldn’t be able to handle anymore stimulation.

The moment he wiped it off and put it away, he pulled your exhausted body into his arms, comforting you. His fingers slid through your hair as he rocked you back and forth. “Did we learn our lesson today, sweetheart?”

At his words, you nodded. He didn’t say another word after that. He just let you fall asleep in the comfort of his arms.

Endlessly (Grayson AU)

Summary: Based off of the song Endlessly by The Cab.
Word Count: 1,679
Warnings: None.
A/N: I love this song, and this was written in a hurry so I’m sorry if it seems choppy. I’ll go back and edit this some other day, but I hope you enjoy this!

“There’s a shop down the street, where they sell plastic rings for a quarter a piece, I swear it. Yeah, I know that it’s cheap, not like gold in your dreams but I hope that you’ll still wear it.”

You were walking around, Grayson’s hand engulfed in your warm one as they swayed between the two of you. The both of you had been looking through clothes you could barely affor at the mall, and sure, it was a little bit dumb but you loved clothes and sometimes it was nice to just imagine yourself in a world where you could buy that 300 dollar skirt or the 250 dollar sunglasses. You and Grayson were both low on some money this month seeing as you’d just bought an expensive apartment, and you’d managed to keep your hands to yourselves just fine, considering how much you both liked to spend money on useless things. The apartment was fancy, located in a nice neighborhood with two bedrooms and a kitchen. You’d tried to convince your boyfriend that you didn’t need those kind of things but he insisted; Because you were his princess and he’d spoil you until the day he died even though he had a job that didn’t provide him as much money as he wished.

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