F!hawke/fenris “I’m leaving. And I’m not intending to come back.” & "please... you're scaring me"
Her fingers curl at his nape,
press against his neck. Trembling as they move downwards, follow the line of
his spine. Pressing her palm against his back, and her other hand is moving
through his hair, her breath warm against his ear. Listening to her every moan
and murmur, the sound of fire burning wood, the quiet creak of the bed. Lifting
his head only slightly, and nose touches nose. Her eyes are half-lidded, her
cheeks flushed. “Fenris,” she says, before he kisses her, strawberry plucked,
red and raw. “Fen,” and it’s carried on a whisper.
She is the only one who calls
him Fenris, every time, always. They call him Broody, or elf, or some
amalgamation of the two. Then there are the names that came before, the ones he
left behind. The nicknames have never bothered him. ‘Fen’ feels like something else entirely. It’s her affection, same
as the fingers on his cheeks, the way they caress. It’s how she tilts her head
upwards, the ghost of a kiss upon the other, and ‘Fen’ is the blush on her skin, her hand in his. It’s the arch of
her back, the curl of her toes, and “Fen,” is the desperate plea pulled from
He wakes, and he knows he’ll
never hear it again. He wakes with her arm across his chest, her face in the
crook of his neck. He untangles his legs from hers, slowly sits up. Tucking
that stray hair behind her ear, pulling the blanket up to cover her completely.
The fire has eaten itself whole, only embers left. He tucks the blankets in
around her, hates the way he does not want to let go. Bare feet touch cold
floor and he never intends to return to that bed. He knows she won’t want him
He adds logs to the fireplace,
strikes the match. Was his armor ever this heavy? He stares into the flame, and
waits for her to wake. The blanket slips from her shoulder as she shifts,
revealing porcelain and the freckles that dot her skin. “Fenris?” she asks, “is
something wrong? Was it… was it – did you not want–?” He clenches his fists,
turn to face her.
“I did. More than anything. It
was – better than anything I could have dreamed,” he says. He thought he could
do it. He thought he could look into her eyes and tell her. Instead, he looks
away. “I – I’m sorry Hawke.”
“What’s wrong?” She’s sitting on
the edge of the bed, holding the blanket to her chest. “Fenris, please, talk to
me. You’re scaring me.” He lets the silence grind against bone and blood, that
terrible churning that squeezes his ribs, turns his stomach. “Fen?”
how would siren!philip react to being found by one of y/n's friends? theodosia or something?
Oooo, it was a close call last time!
“Why do I have to do this again?” Philip questioned you.
“Because, it’s for science,” you stood from the edge of the pool.
“Right, well ya know most couple go skinny dipping at night, not forcing their boyfriend into the water for science,” Philip mocked your voice, receiving a glare from you.
“We can’t go skinny dipping, you’re gonna turn into a fish, remember?” Your tone was sassy, making Philip laugh as he reluctantly stood on the first step of the pool.
The water was lit generously by the internal pool lights, allowing you to be able to study him wonderfully. The air was warm with a breeze and the water was comfortably warm. You sat on the edge of the pool with your legs in the water, up to your knees. Philip made his way into the water entirely, with a swift transition into his alternate form. Adoring how his scales glowed under the water, you tried to stay focused on studying instead of fawning over how low his waistline was, with the colourful scale cutting it close, making it more intriguing. Philip noticed the way you were biting your lip and looking at him.
“Like what you see?” Philip pushed himself up on the edge of the pool, both his hands on either side of you and lips just inches away from yours.
“That has got to be the weirdest thing I have ever seen!” A new voice entered.
Both of you turned to see your roommate, Theo at the back door, jaw dropped and eyes wide. Observing her apparel, she was on her way to come night swimming herself. Your mind completely froze, how were you supposed to explain this?
“Now, that is just rude,” Philip told Theo sarcastically.
“I’m sorry? What is even going on here?” Theo held her arms out.
You quickly stood from where you had been sitting and came over to her.
“Listen, I know this is crazy, but he’s a siren,” you laid it all out, hoping she’d respond better to the truth.
“You’re kidding me?” Theo dropped her gaze back over to Philip.
“Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?” Philip questioned, crossing his arms on the edge of the pool.
“Theo,” you got her attention once again, “no one can know, they’ll probably try to capture him or worse, okay? I need you to keep quiet about this, please?”
With a blank expression across her face, she was busy staring at the way Philip swam with a tail.
“Just…don’t get yourself in too deep here,” Theo begged you, “okay?”
Chapters: 10/? Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV), Sterek - Fandom Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Braeden/Derek Hale (past) Characters: Derek Hale, Braeden, Twyla Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Vernon Boyd Additional Tags: Past Relationship(s), Miscommunication, Work In Progress, Alternate Universe - Werewolves Are Known, Black Character(s), Black hair care, Kid Fic, Kinda, there might be a few smuts Summary:
After the formula of their go-to product changes, “Hair Day” becomes “Hell Day” in the Hale Pack household. It’s time for Derek to call in the pros, imagine his surprise when he’s presented with a wicked tongued white boy with honey brown eyes.
"I fucked up" "You're special to me" and "I haven't slept in four days" with Alexander?
I didn’t really feel
the last prompt fit well so I didn’t include it, I apologise for that!
Hopefully you don’t hate this too much.
The last time you left your apartment was somewhere
around four days ago, you’re not really sure though, you haven’t opened the
curtains for days and have avoided looking at clocks and your phone.
Mostly you’ve been sleeping. And reading. Those two
activities take up most of your time. You called work and told them you were
sick a few days ago. You don’t want to be there, not with people around acting
like you’re gonna break. So what if your boyfriend cheated on you? That doesn’t
mean you can’t function anymore.
At some point between naps, there’s a knock on the
door and you slowly make your way through the apartment to tell whoever it is
to go away.
You’re not expecting to find Alexander on the other
side of the door.
“What are you doing here?” You grumble, looking him
up and down.
He looks about as terrible as you probably do.
“Y/N, I fucked up. Please don’t let my fuck up be
the end of what we have,” he begs.
You didn’t want to break up with Alexander. With
him you feel good, feel at home. You like leaning against him as he works on
his computer, like playing with his hair when he needs to calm down. You like
just being with him, and now that you actually allow yourself to think about
it, you’re already missing him like crazy.
“Alex I… you’re special to me. So damn special, but
I can’t ignore what you did. It hurt Alex. It hurt so badly,” you whisper,
looking him dead in the eye.
“I’m so-“ he starts but you quickly cut him off.
“I want to work this out. But I need time to work through this. I need
time to come to terms with what happened and to believe that you won’t do it
again. Will you give me that time?” you ask.
He doesn’t want to, you see that, and you know him
well enough to know that all he would want right now Is to help you through
this. But he understands your wishes.
“You’ll call when you’re ready?”
“I will. Goodbye Alexander,” you mutter before
closing the door, a tear slipping down your cheek.
does anyone in this website know that people can be truly kind and not hide behind an act???? because it’s not the first time i’ve been called fake and i’ve seen other people being accused of putting up an act too
the true Tumblr Experience was that one time i called a white person marsha and got like 10 anons telling me to die and using racial and transphobic slurs that was honestly the peak moment ive had on this website
A silly goose missed her flight by one (1) minute to Austin so now she’s waiting for the next one, but she WILL see Day6 if it’s the last thing she does. Either way, I’m waiting in the airport for the next half hour and I realized that I’ve never visited you here, so give me three weird, but weirdly Day6 things to count during the concert (eg. number of dabs- but not that)
ela my love how did you manage that that’s so close im ?? okay but!! how many times jae calls young k brian.. how many times jae drags One Pill.. nd how many times young k is proud of his drummer son
how did u come up with ur url? its super cute and catchy!
aw thank u! my pals at the time would call me crowski like crow + broski so i used it for my username cos it cute! my username used to be crowskii but i changed my url for halloween one time and forgot to hoard it and then a bot took it lol. then i changed to crowske which i’ve ended up liking more anyway.
Like seriously thank you so much for taking the time to call out all these racist appropriative assholes in the witch community. They think they can take anything they want and it's about time they're exposed for the jerks they are.
You’re very welcome :) The fact that cultural appropriation is so ingrained in the community is just honestly so infuriating :/ Like people get so up and arms when you tell them they’re stealing, and I’m just like, “apologize and be done with it”, but nah they always have some ridiculous comeback.
In the Frank's Back in Business episode, why does Mac (when put on the spot) say his name is Vic Vinegar. And why does Dennis proceed to stare at him after that. Hmgnf :)))))))
it’s because :) if you’ll remember, the first time they banged they did it as hugh honey and vic vinegar during the mortgage crisis episode :)))) so dennis can’t help but remember that every time he hears mac call himself vic :))))))))
Boi I told u this would happen. I warned you. I love you so much, and you are so sweet. I was like this newbie and I looked up to you so much and I said something to you and like you just responded and we had a conversation and you were so chill it was amazing and every time I think about it it brings tears to my eyes because I was awkward and now my cheeks are wet and you deserve so much love and I just wish you could know how much I look up to you and how much of a role model you are ❤️😚😚😚
JASJJS MY GUY I THINK THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I WAS EVER CALLED A ROLE MODEL???? It feels so weird to actually have some who looks up to me asjwsshw but for real, you are just to nice! I noticed you’ve been supporting me for a while now and I just want you to know that I appreciate you so much and if there’s anything you want to ask me about or if you ever need my help just hmu! (Send an ask first tho because my dms are dead)