you will get where you always dreamed to be

very extremely don't

my eyes water uncontrollably when i disassociate. i don’t call it crying. when someone always someone chiming in. cause me. hello hello. tell me about the tattoo you didn’t get. the one that says tooth & nail. the one that says silence outlives the silent. my whole head is a heartbeat. the music starts. and then the slow motion crows. do you remember that dream. where i read “you are jeff” into your voice mail. listen. don’t tell me to have heart. because. i had one and look what happened. when i disassociate i google words i know the definition to already. i google different ways to tell you stories you’re bored of hearing. i google aphasia symptoms and tell myself i’m fine. some days i’m fine. i tried to walk through a mirror in a thrift store. when i disassociate i get emails from nigerian princes because they miss me. hello hello. i hope this email finds you well. i am writing to you with tears in my eyes. my heart is full of missing dog fliers. my idiot heart. i sit on the couch and flip through the layers. sometimes i’m afraid you think i use my memory problems as a crutch to blame my forgetfulness. sorry. about that. probably goin to hades for that. unbalancing equilibrium. the descent into squalor. i am sorry if you cannot understand the mathematics of my grief. i’m not dramatic. i was only kidding. when i said i wanted to make porcelain copies of the tooth david lost in the car crash. i read too many articles about why people get high and jump off buildings. there should be a word for the plot of land bought to bury someone who hasn’t died yet. there should be a way to articulate that the wind looks like it’s pushing your ghost in a swing. it doesn’t even hurt anymore. every love story goes on without me. the ghostly voices once said

Happy Asks 💫

Sunrises: What is something you are looking forward to?

Honeybees: What is something you have done recently that you are proud of? It can be anything at all, even just waking up every morning.

Roller skating: What are your hobbies?

Stars: What are your favorite blogs?

Poppy flowers: What are your favorite flowers?

Lemonade: What is the sweetest thing anyone has every done for you?

Dogs: What do you look for in friends?

Painting: If you could dye your hair any color, what would it be?

Smiles: What is the greatest compliment you have ever received? What is a compliment you wish someone would give you?

Fairy lights: If someone wanted to get to know you, what should they read/watch/listen to?

Dancing: Describe your dream date.

Rainbows: What always makes you feel better when you’re sad?

Beaches: If you could go anywhere in the world, right this moment, where would you go?

Cats: What do you like to do on lazy days?

Sunflowers: What do you want other people to think of you?

Laughter: List 5 things that make you happy.

Balloons: When do you feel most like yourself?

Daisies: What is your favorite quote?

Trees: Name one thing you have learned this past year that has made you a better person?

Polaroids: What is your favorite thing about yourself?

Sunsets: If you could paint the sky any colors, what would they be?

How to Become His Dream Girl, Even if You’re Not (A Spoiled GF Guide)

so recently, within the past 2 months I have successfully become a spoiled gf, this (surprisingly) was a whole lot easier than I thought it would be, but using this technique (that I kind if made up) I broke it down into some simple steps :)

STEP ONE: Pick someone you wont mind spending a considerable amount of time with

- Realize that this isn’t a sugar daddy, this man wants to have a full on relationship with you, therefore you will be spending a large amount of time with him so you WILL HAVE TO DEAL WITH HIM. So just make sure that he is someone you can handle without wanting to strangle after 45 minutes.


STEP TWO: Charm the fuck out of him, then have him open up to you

- You have to make him want you, be alluring and kind. smile at him, laugh at his jokes, compliment him on shit that you might not even care about. Right now you are selling a prophecy, an introduction to a relationship. Make yourself sound as interesting as possible but leave him always wanting more, always have him talk about himself more than you talk about yourself. try to pick up on little things and get a read on his emotional status and how he chooses to react to certain situations, learn about him so you can mold yourself into his dream woman. Once he sees your “genuine” interest in him, he will start opening up to you and THIS is where you’ll really need to pay attention.


STEP THREE: Find out what intimate part of his life is missing

- THIS IS KEY LADIES AND GENTLEMAN!!! You will have to figure out what relationship related snippet is really missing. In my case my sugar boyfriend (ill call him T) was married for 10+ years and never really got what he wanted out of the marriage and was constantly lied to, but ended up staying on behalf of his 4 step kids. after getting divorced he dated a stripper who just used him for his money even though he supposedly had “genuine” feelings for her. After learning about his tragic love history I came to the conclusion that what he really needed out of a relationship was mutual affection and to feel valued. KEEP IN MIND, THIS STEP CAN TAKE A WHILE AND INCLUDES LOTS OF TRIAL AND ERROR. So after coming up with my hypothesis of the lack of value and affection, I decided to put it to the test and did 2 simple things in order to do so. first, while he was at work, I called him to see how his day was going. You would have thought I was god himself calling because he was so happy to hear from me and to hear that I was thinking about him and that I took the time out to call him and let him know that. Second, I cooked him dinner. One day while I was staying at his house I decided to surprise him with a very basic meal (frozen salmon fillets and sautéed bell peppers) and yet again, he was so happy and excited at the fact that I had done that for him. This is when I knew I was on the home stretch


STEP FOUR: Focus on the missing intimate piece, and make it your specialty

- This is what has him keep you around, doing the things that he needed but never got. don’t get me wrong, I’m not cooking this man dinner everyday, instead I switch it up and substitute certain actions. He loves affection, so when we’re sitting on the couch together ill lay my head on his lap, or hold his hand and stroke the side of his face. I’ve learned that simple shit like that makes him incredibly happy, which makes him incredibly generous.


STEP FIVE: Get Spoiled

- Now after giving him a taste of life with you in it, you need to give him a taste of how much your life costs. By now he’s showered you in nice dinners and gifts on the whim, but you’re here for the kill, you want a access to the finances and for him to get you whatever you want. For me, this was by far the easiest step out of all of them, I told him I wanted to go shopping and that I needed some stuff from Lush and Sephora (he had no idea what either of those places were) AND HERE IS WHERE YOU GET HIM. Make sure he sees how expensive it is just to be you, talk to him about your favorite products and what you need and use on the daily (hype them up in price too, like if you need foundation and you usually use L'Oréal, rave about the Gorgio Armani foundation instead) make it seem like your mere existence is expensive, by now this man wants to take care of you and wants to keep you in his life and therefore will do what it takes to keep you near and dear. Once he see’s how “hard” it is to be you, he will make it easier



At this point in my relationship with T, I am nearly moved into his house and have full usage of his ex-wife’s Lexus and his credit card, and tomorrow I get to meet his mother. Once you get on the right path of knowing what a man is missing in this life, you’ll be able to use that to your advantage and have him truly believe that you’re the woman of his dreams, even if you’re just a Faux Heaux :)

{Future}
  • Aries: You'll be as bright as the sun and make the most difficult choices in your life soon. Chin up, spit the blood, and fight for your beliefs.
  • Cancer: Maybe things seem pretty rough right now. Think about what you want for the long run, maybe it's not what you want now. Where are you in 10 years?
  • Taurus: You're always so nervous and tedious about your work. You know what? If you're trying to impress something or someone to get what you want, maybe it's not for you. Because if you're not doing what you love to impress people, screw that. Do what you want.
  • Gemini: Oh boy. You have no idea. You have such big dreams and so little time. Go with what you want and don't let anybody get in the way of it. You're really never late to anything. There's time, just a limited amount.
  • Leo: Summer down, maybe your dream when you were little won't work. Maybe it will, who knows? The thing is, don't live your life in solitude, find someone to adventure with and show your colors.
  • Virgo: My dear, don't be afraid of society's rules, they're meant to be broken. Prove your point. Be an example. Break the glass.
  • Libra: You've been told what to do and how to do it for too long. Stop obeying and start pioneering your own future. Dream for yourself.
  • Scorpio: You think you have it all figured out don't you? Just know that life throws curveballs all the time. Be ready for anything darling.
  • Sagittarius: Maybe you don't know. Maybe you know. You're in the dark yet you see light. I promise it will become clear for you one day when you probably least expect it.
  • Capricorn: You're ambitious but not supported. I'm sorry. Put yourself in a healthy group of people and environment and you'll grow as fast as time passes.
  • Aquarius: You can not see the future and there are things you won't be able to predict. Stop trying so hard and let go. You'll find your success elsewhere. Don't expect a pretty platter of success to be handed to you.
  • Pisces: You fall but you need to get back up. Don't loose sight of what's important to you and your journey. You've grown so much in this period of time. Keep it up and success will be great.
10

#SOHNBEARDAY

Happy Birthday to Monsta X’s multi-talented leader Son Hyunwoo – Shownu! My love for you spreads farther than all of the miles keeping us apart.  You give me feelings that I haven’t felt with any other idol before. When my world seems like it is falling apart, looking at your smile makes everything better. You drive  me crazy, but make me happy. No amount of words can express the feelings I have. I love you. Thank you for leading Monsta X to where it is today. Thank you for all your hard work and for everything that you do. Thank you for being your precious self. You have definitely expressed and showed yourself a lot more than you used to. You are getting more confident each day and I want to be like that. Thank you for being such a great role model. Like you tell us Monbebes, always be happy, healthy, and eat your meals. I hope you have a wonderful day and all your dreams come true because you deserve all the happiness. We will always be by your side.

“Like what you see?”(MATURE)

“…but I was thinking, maybe we should-Hello, the earth is calling Y/N. Anyone home?” Justin waved his hands in front of Y/N’s face. She quickly focused her eyes on his face. “Mhm?” she mumbled.

“Where did I lose you?” he asked curiously, wondering what was on her mind. They were discussing which movie they’re going to watch.

“Um, you were saying something about, um, the girl on the train? You said you would like to watch it, since you liked the book so much.” she spoke unsurely, wondering if he even spoke of that. She knows they had that conversation few days ago, but did he mentioned it today, she wasn’t certain.

As a respond he giggled. She joined him, she loved when he would giggle, his eyes would nearly shut, his smile would grow so big and the sound was just like an angel was laughing.

“So I’ve lost you like three days ago. I didn’t even mentioned it today. FYI I was telling you about this new movie “Don’t Breath”, but now I’m very interested what was on your mind.” His smile grew even wider, he looked like he caught her in some kind of embarrassing action, and he actually did, without even knowing. She could feel hotness spreading around her face, she knew she looked as red as a tomato. She buried her face into her palms.

That made Justin giggle even more. “Oh don’t tell me that you were picturing me naked?” he wiggled his eyebrows. He knew it would make her blush even more, and he just couldn’t resist but tease her. “You know, you could’ve just asked, I would even put a show for you.”

She immediately lifted her head up and yelled giggling “NO” her cheeks were dark red. She once again covered her face.

“So you don’t want me to put on a show for you?” Justin placed his left hand over his chest, pretending he’s hurt. “I am deeply offended, Y/N.”

He couldn’t keep a straight face, not around her. She was just so embarrassed, it was the cutest thing ever. He extended his arms to her. “Come”

She shyly moved from her place on the couch and sat onto his lap. She buried her face into crotch of his neck. He chuckled once again, and so did she. “Now will you tell me what you were thinking about, if it wasn’t me naked?”

She took a deep breath. She had some thoughts on this, and how to explain it to him, without him getting hurt. She moved her face from his neck and looked deeply into his eyes. By now, his face wasn’t all giggly and happy anymore, it was rather serious.

“Y/N, what is it? You’re scaring me.” he looked concerned. She placed her hands on his chest and started playing with the shirts fabric.

“No, no, it’s nothing that serious, you don’t have to be worried. I just. Ugh, I don’t know how to say this. You know I’m not good at this things.” His face lightened up a little bit.

“So you where picturing me naked.”

“No I was not.”

“Well then you were picturing us having sex.” Her cheeks went red once again. “So you were. You know you don’t have to picture something like that when I’m right there.” He got closer to her. She knew where this was leading and she had nothing against it, but it was now or never.

She lightly pushed him back down, and he looked at her confused. He wanted to say something but she cut him off.

“Technically, yes I was picturing us naked, but there was more to it.” Her eyes once more focused on her hands rather than his eyes. He could tell that he was very intrigued by now, and he wanted to know more than just that.

“So what was that more?” his voice became lower. He’s words came out like a little growl, which only sent shivers down her spine. He could feel she tensed above him. “Tell me, baby, what was I doing?”

She was always so shy about this kind of things, and she knew she won’t be able to tell him her fantasy, but she can avoid it by a simple question which should clarify everything.

“What kinks do you have?” now for him, that question came out of nowhere and it shocked him. Justin was staring at her, not sure why she was changing the subject.

“Look, you know I suck at dirty talk. Stop giggling, I wasn’t making a dirty joke.” She lightly punched his shoulder. “You’re not helping.”

“Oh come here my embarrassed baby.” He got closer once again and their lips met for a quick peck. Once they separated she started again. “You have to know one thing, by all of this I am not saying that our sex life is bad, at least not for me. It’s amazing but I just feel like something is missing. So I wanna know what gets you off, what do you like.”

He didn’t know what to say, she caught him off-guard. He observed her and she just couldn’t take the silence anymore. “Fine I’ll start. Um, I like rough sex, and by that I mean everything that goes with it, choking, tying up, ass slapping, blindfolding, and usage of toys. I like it when a man knows how to treat a woman, how to be a dominant but at the same time caring and loving.”

He looked at her like she was someone else, he had no idea where that came from. She was always so shy telling him about her sex dream or simple dirty talk during sex, so it shook him up.

He cleaned his throat and shifted in his sat, he was getting hot from her recent confession. “So that’s what you really like, baby girl? Is that what you want me to do?” Justin got closer to her, she could feel her heart beating faster. She bit her lip and simply nodded.

He placed his left hand on her back and twirled her around so she was laying on the couch and he was hovering her. She separated her legs and wrapped them around his waist. He brought his face closer to hers, but never touching hers.

Suddenly he got up from her, she was confused. He offered her his left arm and she took it. He pulled her of the couch. Their faces met once again, but he didn’t make a move. “Since you like being tied up, I can’t fuck the living shit out of you down here where I can’t tie you up to anything.”

He guided her up to their shared room, and with every step was feeling more and more horny. Once they were inside, Justin pushed her against the bedroom door. She gasped from sudden harshness, but it only made her hornier.

“Tonight I don’t want to hear a sound from you, unless I gave you permission. Understood?” Justin growled into her ear. She felt unexpected heat spreading across her body. She nodded, she wasn’t able to answer his question. But he wasn’t pleased with that.

His left hand found her neck and squeezed it, first, lightly, then adding more force. “Understood?” he inquired loudly. “Yes” she mumbled.

“Yes, what?” he repeated after her.

“Yes, daddy.”

He lighten his grip only to lock his lips with hers. She expected it to be a rough and fast kiss, but he wasn’t hurrying anywhere. It annoyed her, she wanted to feel him, and she wanted him to just take her, without any foreplay. But she knew she wasn’t getting that.

His hands were moving up and down her body, but once hers found the back of his head, he jacked the off and held them up, above her head. It only made her moan into the kiss.

He freed her lips and placed kisses all over her chin. She knew what he was doing, and he knew the exact effect he had on her. “Please, Justin.”

All of the sudden he stopped, his grip became tighter. He looked into her eyes, his voice was low and steady. “I don’t recall giving you a permission to speak. Do that one more time and I will stop.” She bit her lip and tried to hold in a moan.

He freed her hands only to rip her shirt off. She wouldn’t be able to describe how hot and weak it made her when he ripped it, she wanted to moan, all frustrated. He took what remained of the shirt in one hand, while he used his other one to guide her to the bed. When her legs hit the end of the bed, he demanded. “Bra off, lay on your back, hands above your head.”

She listened, but she took the chance to tease him as much as he was teasing her. She slowly reached behind her back, she pretended to be struggling with her bra. He clenched his jaw and stepped closer. He didn’t even warn her, he just ripped it off and pushed her onto bed. She crawled to the top of the bed, she obediently laid on her back placing her hands above her head, meeting the coldness of headboard.

Justin seemed pleased, as he got onto bed, placing his knees on either side of her body, slowly making his way up to her, slowly rolling her shirt in his hands. Once he reached her, his crotch was directly in front of her and she couldn’t help but bite her lip.

“You like what you see?” he asked taking her hands in his and wrapping her shirt around her hands. He continued, never stopping to look down at her. “Now, this will have to work today, but next time, baby girl, you’re gonna be properly handcuffed. I promise you that.” He tighten the knot, making sure it was at the same time tight enough, but not way to tight.

He backed away a little bit, he lowered himself, so his face was at the same height as hers. They looked at each other, and Y/N just couldn’t take it anymore. She just wanted to feel his touch, his lips all over her body, his hands working their way up and down her inner thigh, his tongue circling around her clit, and lastly his dick inside of her.

She moved her head up but he was faster and backed away, only a little bit but enough far so she couldn’t reach him. He smirked at her while she let out a sigh. It seemed like he wasn’t hurrying anywhere, but Y/N was just about to explode. “Ugh, please Justin. Stop teasing.” She whined out.

The sound of her voice made Justin back away. He wiggled his left finger “That’s a no-no. What did I say? Speak one more time and I will stop. Do you really want me to stop? No? Then I will have to get those pretty little mouth occupied, won’t I?”

Justin got off the bed, still not hurrying anywhere. He stood on the left side of the bed, slowly undoing his kaki jeans. He used the opportunity to take his shirt off, shoes and Calvin Klein boxers. Y/N’s eyes never let his out of sight, observing every inch of his body, memorizing the little stuff.

“Like what you see?” Justin inquired. As a respond, she let out a loud moan. “Isn’t it funny that, when you have a permission to talk you don’t, but when you don’t, you do? You like being bad? Trust me I can treat you like a bad girl any time you want.” He growled, slowly getting onto bed, taking the same position as before.

He took his dick into his hand and placed it in front of her mouth. “Suck.” But he didn’t need to tell her twice. She took him into her mouth, as much as she could and started sucking onto it. His mouth felt open, as her eyes never left his eyes. “Fuck, just like that.”

She would gladly go slow and tease him, but she wasn’t able to take it slow. She picked her pace, sucking and licking. He grabbed her hair “So you wanna be a bad girl? Then, don’t suck a dick like a good girl.” With those words he pushed her head all the way to his pubic hair. She gaged at the sudden at the feeling of his whole dick in her mouth.

“That’s right take it all.” He roughly pushed her head back and forth, and every time she could feel the tip of his dick hitting the back of her throat. She could feel her drool all over her neck and chest.

“How selfish of me. You’re here all hot and wet, and all I think about is my pleasure.” He pulled out, heavy breathing.

“Are you wet for me? Or are you dripping?” he asked, slowly backing away so he was placed in between her legs. “Well, let’s find out.”

He harshly pressed his right hand on her pussy, rubbing her clit through her panties. She let out a loud moan of relief, finally feeling his touch. “Ohhoho.” He said excitedly. “Someone is dripping wet.”

He pulled her panties off, lowering his head, and without a warning connecting his lips with her clit. Y/N moaned loudly, throwing her head into the pillow and pushing her hips up. Justin placed his hands around her legs, separating them to get into better position.

“So delicious.” He growled against her, which send shiver all over her body. He pushed his two fingers in, making her moan even louder. He picked his pace with his tongue and fingers action, making her lose her mind.

She was feeling herself getting close, and she knew he felt it to, because he suddenly stopped. She whined because of the sudden feeling of emptiness. He got up and in a matter of second pushed himself into him.

The sudden change from his tongue to his dick made her scream his name out loud. He let out a loud grown. “So Fucking. Tight.” He muttered out with every thrust.

With his left hand he placed her left leg onto his shoulder, lightly hovering over her, his right hand found her right nipple, harshly nibbling onto it.

She was close, she could feel her orgasm growing. “I can feel you clenching around my dick. You wanna come? Well not yet.”

With those words he picked up his speed, and it made it even hared for not to cum. She tugged her nails into the fabric of her shirt. She looked up at Justin, her eyes begging him to let her cum. He moved his hand from her nipple to her neck, griping it tightly.

“Cum for me, baby girl. Cum for daddy.” Nothing more was needed to be say. She felt her walls clenching, and within the second she came hard, all around him, tugging her nails now into her skin, screaming his name.  

“Fuck. You look so hot when you cum.” He hissed out, not slowing his pace, while she was still high from her previous longly waited orgasm.

He stopped only to flip her around. “On all fours.” He demanded, and once again thrusted into her. She was feeling sore, but she didn’t mind, it felt so good to feel him inside her, she wished they could stay like this forever.

He tangled his left hand in her hair, tugging it back so he could appreciate her pretty face. His right hand slapped her each ass cheek twice, making her whimper after every slap.

He could feel himself getting close, so he picked his pace. Y/N wasn’t far away, even though she just finished one orgasm. She pushed her ass more up “Fucking hell Y/N, do that again.”

She pushed her ass up as much as she could, feeling satisfied that she could please him like that. “Are you close baby girl? Yeah? Cum with me, cum with your daddy.”

His thrust became sloppier as both of their orgasms hit them, she could feel his hot seed feeling her inside, and she screamed his name loudly. He growled loudly emptying himself into her.

As the rid their orgasm of, Y/N collapsed on the bed, and Justin on top of her, never pulling his dick out of her. She moved her head so she was facing him and she smiled. They were both breathing heavily.

“That was extraordinary.” Was all she could mumble into the pillow.

“Oh I’m not finished with you just yet.”

Rocky Road

Rocky Road
Ship:
Jungkook | Reader
Description: After dumping your all too vanilla ex, you want to go back to your fuck buddy, who added a bit more flavor to your sex life.
Warning: Dom!Kook, Slapping, Spanking, Exhibitionism, Blowjob, Degrading Names, Master Kink, Hair Pulling, Choking, Intercourse
Word Count: 5,378
A/N: It’s 3:31 and I’m going to die. But I’ve been really craving dom!Kook and this idea seemed too good to pass up. Enjoy!

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Today on "Zen is my bias and I enjoy pain"

You know how it’s suggested that you take Zen as your first route? And then subsequently the rest of the members?

I’m gonna stick by the most common route suggestion which is:

Zen -> Yoosung -> Jaehee -> Jumin -> Seven

Well do you remember his call on Seven’s route, at night on Day 10?

“That’s great… I could’ve made you happy too.”

What if he’s been in love with you throughout all the routes? From what I’ve observed he’s always more loving and SO MUCH MORE WORRIED than the rest of the members, and he always drops hints that he likes you. What if after you reset on this boy his feelings remain and he’s just so confused as to why you have such a grip on him? What if he flirts with you to try to make sense of his feelings?

Another example, that one phone call in Yoosung’s route where he says he should’ve realised his feelings sooner, and then he says “Never mind”.

OKAY LET’S GET INTO THE MAIN SHIT.

We all know that Zen has psychic dreams. Through all of the resets he’s the one who’s been reseted on the most. Think about it. Most people wouldn’t reset after Seven, so he has the good end of the deal. But Zen waits for you… and you never come back. BESIDES THE POINT. Zen starts to realise the trend to every reset and every time you appear his feelings are so strong. There’s a nagging voice in his head that knows he’s gone through the same thing before.

This explains why he’s progressively more protective and caring of you as the routes go on. Think about it.

And then I guess he realises that after Seven, it’s the end of the line. What more does he have to lose? He’s waited over 40 days and it doesn’t seem like you’ll ever come back.

“I could’ve made you happy too.”

Hence, I conclude that Zen loves you in every single route. And he will forever.

———-

FOLLOWING THEORY

Melanie Martinez “Cry Baby” Sentence Meme

Cry Baby

“You take things so hard”
“ Your heart’s too big for your body” 
“ You don’t fucking care.” 
“ It’s not you, it’s them.” 
“ You’re one of a kind and no one understands.”
“ Your heart’s too big for your body.”
“I look at you and I see myself.”
“I don’t fucking care.”

Dollhouse

“We’ll be a perfect family.”
“ Everyone thinks that we’re perfect.”
“ Won’t you be a good sister/brother?”
“ I see things that nobody else sees.”
“ No one ever listens.”
“ Places, places, get in your places.”
“ Throw on your dress and put on your doll faces.”
“Smile for the picture.”

Sippy Cup

“Blood still stains when the sheets are washed.”
“Kids are still depressed when you dress them up.”
“ He/She doesn’t think I’m that fucking dumb does he/she?” 
“ He’s/She’s still dead when you’re done with the bottle.”
“If they give you a new pill then you will buy it.”
“ If they say to kill yourself, then you will try it.”
“ All the makeup in the world, won’t make you less insecure.”
“ Sex don’t sleep when the lights are off.”

Carousel 

“ Will I catch up to love?”
“I feel like I’m glued on tight to this carousel.”
“ Oh, come, take my hand.”
“It’s all fun and games ‘til somebody falls in love.”
“Chasing after you is like a fairytale.”
“We’re always this close,”
“Right when I’m near, it’s like you dissapear.”
“ Where’d you go?”
“ Why did you steal my cotton candy heart?”

Alphabet Boy

“ You’ll never catch me cry.”
“ Fuck your degree.”
“ I’m not a little kid now.”
“ Are you smarter than me now?”
 “But you’re not my daddy and I’m not your dolly.”
 “”You think you’re smarter than me”

Soap

“Think I just remembered something.”
“ I’m tired of being careful.”
“ Let me under your skin.”
“ I said too much.”
“ Why do I always spill?”
“ Guess I better wash my mouth out with soap.”
“ God, I wish I never spoke.”
“ Think I got myself in trouble.”
“ I’m sick of all the games I have to play.”

Training Wheels

“ I carry band-aids on me now for when your soft hands hit the jagged ground.”
“ Promise I won’t push you straight to the dirt.”
“ Love everything you do.”
“ you call me fucking dumb for the stupid shit I do.”
“ It’s not like I’m asking to be your wife/husband.”
“ I wanna make you mine, but that’s hard to say.”
“ Is this coming off in a cheesy way?”

Pity Party

“Tell me what to do to make it all feel better.”
 “ Maybe it’s a cruel joke on me.”
“ Just means there’s way more cake for me.”
“ It’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to.”
“ I wouldn’t have been trapped inside this hell that holds me.”
“ I’ll cry until the candles burn down this place.”
“It feels like I’m dying.”
“ I’ll cry until my pity party’s in flames.”

Tag, You’re It

“I’ll cut you up and make you dinner.”
“ You’ve reached the end, you are the winner”
“ He chased me and he wouldn’t stop.”
“ Can anybody hear me? I’m hidden under ground.”
“Tag, you’re it, tag, tag, you’re it.”
“ I can taste your skin in my teeth.”
“I love it when I hear you breathing.”
“ I hope to God you’re never leaving”
“Can anybody hear me? Am I talking to myself?”
“ Your mother said to pick the very best girl/boy and I am.”

Milk and Cookies

“I’m done with this.”
“ I’m fucking crazy, need my prescription filled.”
“ Do you like my cookies? They’re made just for you.”
“ Ashes, ashes, time to go down.”
“ Do you want me now?”
 “Can’t take it anymore.”
“ Sing you a lullaby where you die at the end.”
“ Never want to see you again.”
“Shit behind the curtain that I’m sick of sugarcoatin’.”

Pacify Her

“Someone told me stay away from things that aren’t yours.”
“ She’s getting on my nerves.”
“ Stop lying with those words.”

Mrs. Potato Head

“Don’t be dramatic, it’s only some plastic.”  
“ No one will love you if you’re unattractive.”
“ Is it true that pain is beauty?”
“ Do you swear you’ll stay forever?”
“ It’s such a waste.”

Mad Hatter

“ This dream, dream is a killer.”
 “ I really hate being safe.”
“ The normals, they make me afraid.”
“ The crazies, they make me feel sane.”
“ I’m nuts, baby, I’m mad.”
“ You think I’m psycho, you think I’m gone”
“ So what if I’m crazy? The best people are.”
“ Where is my prescription?”
“You can be Alice,I’ll be the mad hatter.”
“ That’s probably the reason that we get along.”

Play Date

“ Just me and you and you and me alone.”
“ I don’t want to play no games.”
“ I’m tired of always chasing, chasing after you.”
“ I don’t give a fuck about you anyways.”
“ Whoever said I gave a shit ‘bout you?”
“ I wish I didn’t care all the time.”
“ I never know what you need.”
“ You know I give a fuck about you everyday.”

Teddy Bear

“ Gave you love, put my heart inside you.”
“ I wasn’t scared.”
“ Should I be scared?”
“ How did love become so violent?”
“ Everything was so sweet until you tried to kill me.”
“ I didn’t outgrow you, I just didn’t know you.”
“ I’m fucking scared.”

Cake

“ I feel like I’m just missing something whenever you leave.” 
“ We’ve got all the ingredients except you loving me.”
“ I’m not a piece of cake.”
“ So I’m taking back what’s mine.”
 “ You’re just a piece of meat to me.”

Who Is He? | Zach Dempsey x Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Jealous!Zach
POV: Reader’s/First Person

A/N: Hey guys! I really missed writing about Jealous!Zach so I had to bring him back even for just a short one-shot. A couple of people also requested for a Jealous!Zach imagine and I thought now was the perfect time since it’s been a week since I’ve started this blog! Happy week-sary to me haha! Anyway, enjoy this cute little write-up starring Jealous!Zach and a special participation from Clay Jensen. LOL.

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“I could get used to this.”

“So could I.”

I reply as Zach and I laid together on the leather sofa in his living room. He laid on the sofa with his legs spread out and his back leaning comfortably on the armrest. I was on top of him, my head resting on his firm chest with my arms wrapped around his waist. I placed my ear where his heart was, I could hear it beating every second or so and the sound of his beating heart calmed my head and pulled the corners of my lips upwards. His arms were wrapped around me, almost like a warm blanket and his chin rested on the crown of my head. We just sat there in silence, although it was very comfortable and calming.

It’s only been a couple of months since we had officially started dating but for some reason it’s almost like we’ve known each other for more than that. We’re very comfortable with each other, and we already know each other quite well if I do say so myself. But of course, like any other relationship, ours wasn’t exactly a walk in the park either.

It was times like this when I didn’t mind him always being busy with school, or basketball for that matter. He has to do well so that he can get a scholarship in his chosen university. He was busy, he was always either at the school courts practicing or in different states battling it out with other high schools, and I understood, seeing as he is the captain of the Liberty High basketball team, and he is their most valuable player. It’s his dream along with becoming a marine biologist, and who am I to get in the way of his dream. I’ll always be there for him, to support him, to help him, to encourage him whenever he feels down but I missed times like this, if I’m being honest, and these were the days where I could be selfish around him. What meant the most is that I still get to spend times like this with no one else, but him. He was mine, only mine, and I was his, only his.

“I really missed you.” I look up to face him.

“What? Babe you see me in school almost everyday.” he replies with a chuckle.

“Yes I do see you but I don’t get to actually spend much time with you since you’re always so busy.” I answer with a pout.

“I’m sorry Y/N. You know I have to do well to get a scholarship.” he says as he strokes my hair gently.

“Of course I understand Zach. We’ll just have to spend times like this wisely because we rarely get to be together like this. So what exactly do you want to do today? Do you have anything in mind?” I ask him. Just as Zach was about to reply, my phone which was resting on top of the coffee table, lit up. A person’s name came up on the screen and I got up immediately to answer it.

“Helmet?”

“I’m good, I missed you! How ‘bout you? How are you doing?”

“Uhm, nothing much I’m just with Zach right now.”

“Sure! Sure! He’ll understand. I’ll be there in 30 minutes.”

“Alright, yup, i’ll see you soon Helmet!”

I smile as I take the phone to my chest and run to Zach’s bathroom. As I freshened up, I can feel heavy footsteps coming closer to the bathroom door. A few seconds later, as I turn around, I see Zach’s tall figure leaning against the doorframe.

“Who was that?” he asks with his arms crossed infront of his chest.

“My helmet.” I reply without looking at him as I hurriedly tried to brush my teeth.

“What did he or she need?” he asks.

He wanted to see me.” I answer as I got out of the bathroom.

“Why did he want to see you?” he asks once again.

“Because we miss each other?” I reply with a smile and my eyebrows raised.

“Where are you meeting each other?” Zach continues to ask.

“The coffee shop down the road.” I say as I put my jacket on and take my purse with me.

“I’ll go now baby, I’ll be back soon I promise.” I continue as I quickly give him a kiss on his cheek.

I run out of Zach’s house and walk my way to the coffee shop. As soon as I saw the wooden sign of the cafe, I went in immediately with a huge smile on my face. And there he was! He sat at the seats near the glass window in front of the coffee shop with a navy blue hoodie on; a pair of headphones hanging on his neck.

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Drag Me Down (To Hell) | 01

Originally posted by jjks

↬ Summary: There’s a darkness to your city, a murderous underbelly filled with crime and deceit that you’ve sworn to avoid at all costs. But the universe has funny ways of forcing your involvement in the form of a notorious mob boss and his young daughter.
↬ Pairing: Jeongguk x reader
↬ Genre: mafia!au
↬ Rating: Mature (for themes; subject to change in later chapters)
↬ Word Count: 7.770

Part 02 - Part 03

Trapped on the cusp of dreams and reality, you can almost imagine your phone isn’t ringing beside you. In your dream, you’re running. Running away from something faceless, but large, and for a good second you’re able to think the ringing is your screaming, but when your screaming stops and the ringing does not, you force one eye open through the haze of sleep and reach for your phone.

It’s not on the table next to your bed, so when it stops ringing you think you’re in the clear, flopping back onto bed, but then it starts up again, and you curse loudly. The phone’s hidden in your sheets by your hip, and before you can even get the device to your ear, your brother is speaking.

Or rather, spitting, “What the fuck are you doing?

You snort, trying to bury your face into your pillow. “What a wakeup call, Taehyung.”

Sorry.” He sounds angry, but you pay it no mind. Taehyung leads with his emotions, acting first and thinking second. If something’s worked him up, he’ll confront the problem as quickly as possible, as is made evident by his call at- six in the goddam morning, what the hell? “Good morning, love. Sleep well?

“Until now? Yes.”

And you call me rude,” Taehyung laughs. “Happy now? What the hell are you doing?

You thank any lucky stars there may be that you don’t have any classes today, and can hopefully sleep again after you finally calm Taehyung down. “Elaborate.”

You’re getting a job?

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BTS - you have a big butt.

i found this on my drafts, i don’t remember if was a request lol. 


Seokjin:

Before you date, Seokjin always noticed your butt, but of course he never said anything. But now that you’re dating OH GOD! He your ass is like a godness thing, seriously! “I’ll never get used to it, baby! Look at this. Your butt is so perfect.”

Yoongi:

He loves to squeeze and give little slaps on your ass. He always does this when you are alone. “Your ass looks so hot on those jeans, c'mon, sit on my lap for me to feel how good it is.” “No. I’m going to work now, you pervert.” “I’m not a pervert. Your butt is too beautiful.”

Hoseok:

At the beginning of the relationship, he was shy to squeeze your butt or something like that. But now, oh god, it doesn’t stop. He loves to squeeze, slap or just caress your ass. It’s one of the favorite things in the world for him.

Namjoon:

Namjoon had an obsession with butt, especially yours. He loves how your ass is perfectly round and attractive. When you wear skirts or dresses at home, he would just lift them to look at your butt. “I always dreamed of having a girlfriend with that butt, believe in your dreams, they come true.” “Why are you so obsessed with my butt? I mean, it’s just an ass.” “How dare you say that?”

Jimin:

Sometimes he’s very shy about it, and sometimes he’s a pervert. It depends on his mood. He likes to squeeze your butt during sex, it’s the moment where your butt gets more attention. And of course, you love when he does it.

Taehyung:

He’s a cutie and everyone knows that. He doesn’t care much about your ass in general, I mean, he likes, of course, but he doesn’t have to pay attention to that all the time. But when it comes to sex / makeout, that changes. All the attention turns to that butt.

Jungkook:

You have a lot of intimacy with each other. There is no shame at anything. He squeezes your ass at inappropriate times, just to tease you. “Hm, your ass looks so good in those shorts.” “Oh really?” “Your ass looks good on anything, especially on that dick.” “Why are you so disgusting? Let’s break up.”


requests are open! feel free to ask.  ♡

Imagine Damon Salvatore kissing you

You sat on the edge of the bathroom counter, describing the endless day you had, that included Caroline dragging you to every possible store looking for the perfect dress for her date with Stefan. Damon was hardly listening, as he leaned forward in the tub and splashed water in your direction. You stopped talking and pouted with fake annoyance.

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hey!! so a lot of you were asking about the day and night universe and how stuff works there and i tried to think of something less half-assed and seriously thought this through. and i would like to warn you if you were expecting some kind of science related explanation or something cries i deeply apologize


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MTL Likely to Cuddle You in Their Sleep

Most

Hoshi: You’re just gonna have to get used to being constantly of overbearingly cuddled when you’re asleep.

Dino: He claims he can only get a good night’s rest if he’s cuddling you.

Seungkwan: The King of Skinship strikes again.

Woozi: Constantly cuddles you in his sleep, but gets embarrassed when he wakes up and realizes.

Joshua: Even though he’s asleep when he cuddles you he still feels all warm in fuzzy while he’s dreaming.

Jun: If he wakes up and his arms are not around you he’s very confused because it’s almost always the case.

S.Coups: He likes to cuddle, but it’s usually a very lazy cuddle where his arm is just loosely wrapped around you.

DK: He sometimes cuddles you, but it’s really a fifty fifty chance.

Mingyu: He usually just sleeps next to you, but once in a blue moon he will cuddle a little in his sleep.

Jeonghan: He just full on sprawls out on the bed when he sleeps, he looks like a starfish- you won’t get a cuddle.

Wonwoo: He’s not huge on skinship, but still likes to just be in the same place as you.

Vernon: He’s an awkward boy that doesn’t cuddle too much, he is really secretly giddy whenever he lays in the same bed as you though.

The8: He’s a restless sleeper so instead of cuddles you’re gonna get kicked, but he feels really bad in the morning.

Least

-peach

Defend

Request: Hi! I love your writing so much. Can you please write a Shawn x reader where he’s tired of interviewers putting down his wife (reader) because she’s not a celebrity and he just protects her? Like he pretends to agree with the interviewer before totally destroying them.

Your name: submit What is this?

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“It must be difficult to maintain a relationship with someone who isn’t in the industry.” The interviewer comments to Shawn instead of asking him a real question. You’re watching the interview streaming live from your laptop at home, and you’re breath catches in your throat when you hear the interviewer bring you up into the conversation. 

“Yeah,” Shawn immediately replies, “I mean, marriage is difficult, regardless of careers, but I think it is important to be willing to put in the effort into a relationship, and we do, even though it can be hard sometimes, its all worth it in the end because I wouldn’t want to be with anyone else.”

She nods, agreeing, “A lot of celebrities tend to date and marry other people in the industry, What made you not want to do that?” She continues pushing the subject, and you have no idea why she seems so interested in you, but you wish that she wasn’t. 

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Folks, it’s not talent.  

  • It’s years and years of training in multiple fields.
  • It’s the dance classes that made us sweat.
  • It’s the voice lessons that made us cry.
  • It’s the tech rehearsals that exhausted us.
  • It’s rejection after rejection after rejection.
  • It’s hours and hours on that stage, always striving for the best.
  • It’s endless passion.  
  • It’s taking harsh criticism, struggling to not take it personally, and using it to fuel your progress.
  • It’s not letting somebody’s judgment of you slow your stride.
  • It’s questioning whether you’re good enough constantly.
  • It’s never ever giving up on yourself.  
  • It’s constantly wondering if this is the right career.
  • It’s feeling like we’re not making progress, but still striving every day to be better.
  • It’s facing every obstacle head on, no matter how daunting, and fighting to clear every hurdle.
  • It’s being told by almost everybody you know that your career path is not a viable option.
  • It’s dealing with endless stereotypes that you can never seem to fight off.
  • It’s committing to following your dream, no matter what that path may bring.
  • It’s staying curious, and always seeking to learn more, no matter where we are in our training.

So no, talent doesn’t get us where we are.  Don’t discount your hard work.   Don’t discount how much you’ve devoted to your craft.

75 Conversation Starters

My friend was asking me for things to keep conversations going and i came up with a whole list of questions to ask people, so i decided to put them here incase any of you have trouble keeping your conversations interesting

  1. Biggest fear?
  2. When do you want to get married? Do you want to get married? 
  3. What is your dream job?
  4. What do you want to major in in college?
  5. Where do you want to go to college?
  6. If you could marry one celebrity, who would it be?
  7. Where is your dream vacation?
  8. Which of the Seven Wonders of the World would you go see?
  9. Do you always want to live where you do now?
  10. If not, where do you want to move to?
  11. What’s your favorite cereal?
  12. Favorite flavor of poptart?
  13. Do you like rollercoasters?
  14. What’s your favorite soda?
  15. Who is your favorite fairy tale character?
  16. What’s your favorite horror movie? or do you not like horror films?
  17. What’s your favorite holiday?
  18. What do you notice first about a guy/girl?
  19. What’s your favorite pizza topping?
  20. What did you have for dinner last night?
  21. Who do you look up to?
  22. Most embarrassing moment?
  23. Coffee or tea? Or neither?
  24. What superpower would you have?
  25. Favorite video game?
  26. Favorite video game counsel?
  27. What’s the best thing that happened to you this week?
  28. What’s the best thing that happened to you today?
  29. Do you sing in the shower?
  30. What would you do if you had 24 hours to live?
  31. What’s your favorite commercial?
  32. What was your favorite birthday?
  33. If you could have a zoo animal as a pet, what animal would you have?
  34. Do you want pets in the future?
  35. Do you have pets now? What kind? How many?
  36. What kind of pets do you want in the future?
  37. How many kids do you want?
  38. What would you name the pets or kids?
  39. What is your favorite Halloween costume that you have worn?
  40. What was the last thing you thought about before you went to bed?
  41. What’s the most beautiful place you’ve ever seen?
  42. What’s your favorite fruit?
  43. What’s your favorite dessert?
  44. What’s your best talent?
  45. What’s your favorite Dr. Suess book?
  46. What’s the longest you’ve gone without sleep?
  47. What TV series world would you love to live in?
  48. What’s the last trip you went on?
  49. Do you like Chinese food?
  50. Do you like Mexican food?
  51. What’s the weirdest food you’ve eaten?
  52. Have you been to state fair?
  53. What’s your favorite candy bar?
  54. What’s your favorite candy that isn’t a bar?
  55. What kind of car do you want to drive?
  56. Who do you go to for advice?
  57. Are you afraid of heights?
  58. Are you afraid of small spaces?
  59. Are you afraid of spiders?
  60. Are you afraid of snakes?
  61. Have you ever been to Disney World or Disney Land?
  62. If so, would you go again?
  63. What’s your favorite school subject?
  64. Favorite teacher?
  65. When do you usually go to sleep?
  66. Where is a weird scar on your body and how did you get it?
  67. Who can always make you smile?
  68. Have you ever dyed you hair?
  69. Have you ever gotten a concussion? If so, how?
  70. What are three good things that happened to you today?
  71. Who is your best friend?
  72. Which friend have you had the longest?
  73. Are you a night owl or a morning person?
  74. When do you usually wake up? 
  75. What do you think about most often?

I might add more if i can think of some

Deprivation

Jasper Hale imagine requested by anon! “The reader is having nightmares and isn’t really sleeping but doesn’t tell Jasper out of fear of worrying him but he begins sensing her exhaustion and knows how to comfort her through both his powers and how long they’ve been dating and is able to both confront and comfort her? Thank you so much.” Hope you like it!

It was the fourth night adhering to your newfound, and limited, sleep schedule. You lay awake, your cheek resting softly against the marble chest of your boyfriend, his skin chilling your cheekbone against all odds, cold piercing through the thin fabric of his shirt, his fingertips lazing gently along the curvature of your spine. He knew you were awake, though the two of you exchanged no words, his unnecessary breath keeping time with yours, lungs filling in tandem. The air was stagnant in your bedroom, flooded with notes of aged fabric and filling sweetly with the intoxicating scent that lifted so easily from Jasper’s skin. It was not an uncomfortable environment to find yourself sleepless within. Hell, the only surface you could find that may have been harder than Jasper’s slow-moving chest was concrete, and still you found yourself at ease and entirely relaxed against the plains of his body. With the warmth of your blanket’s cotton embrace and the familiar chill of Jasper’s holding you close, it was almost laughable how you couldn’t bear to fall asleep. The world’s most particular infant would be out in seconds… and yet you laid awake, your eyes blinking senselessly into the darkness of your room, tracing shadows, counting breath, and fighting the urge to sleep.

Jasper’s fingers swirled unseen circles against the curve of your shoulder blades, his touch hovering with determined delicacy, always aware of the damage he could cause with a thoughtless flick of his wrist. Your eyes closed peacefully, your lashes whispering against his shirt, your steady intake of breath exaggerated some by the facade of sleepiness you hoped you exuded. In truth, there was no escaping the truth of your situation. Jasper, even without his heightened empathy, would have been able to tell your falsehoods from sincerity as easily as he could identify your face in a crowd of strangers. Still, you were dead-set on keeping your internal struggle from being brought to light beneath the vampire’s nose. The last thing you needed was to have Jasper hovering over your headboard as you slept, overly-concerned for your well-being, religiously controlling the thermostat and amount of light entering your room as he fought to give you the night’s sleep you deserved. No, Jasper couldn’t be brought into the loop; you distinctly remembered the expression that had set into his features when you let slip how afraid you were of vampires. This was before you knew of his family’s secret, of course, but the man had gone well out of his way to prove to you how gentle he could be, how kind, how safe before finally telling you why he skipped school during the blood drive and how he had run so far so fast when a passerby tripped on the pavement during your late-night outing in Port Angeles.

Your conviction had been watertight nights one and two, but you found yourself slipping the last two days; if only you could charm a mental nudge from Jasper, just enough to calm you down, perhaps you wouldn’t see the startling images that painted themselves across your eyelids when you tried to sleep. Pictures of death, portraits of scattered limbs… a thousand vampires, their pupils blown wide within frames of violent crimson, sinking their teeth into every exposed inch of Jasper’s flesh as he thrashed and writhed in pain. He did not bleed, but the injury was obvious. He did not speak, but his wordless, sometimes voiceless cries were exponentially worse to witness. When they tore his arms from their sockets, his face contorted in agony. When they hurled him in your direction, his eyes terrified as he absorbed the full extent of his environment, you could hardly bear to watch. When the vampires crowded about you, their ravenous eyes torn between their two victims, you could only watch. This was usually when he began to speak, his sentences punctuated with shouts of pain as more and more hands became claws around his neck. You felt it, then; the ripping, the tearing of your flesh as the mob descended. Jasper, of course, could do nothing but watch. You found yourself, for once, on equal ground. When you woke, the image of Jasper’s head lifted above the crowd of newborns was still branded into the front of your mind. Jasper’s hands would smooth over your hair, as they did now, his voice a soothing force in the inky darkness.

“You walk like the dead all day, but when it comes time you can’t sleep?” he whispered into the shadows, his fingers trailing upward along the back of your neck, his palm smoothing over the strands of your hair. His voice was like honey, dripping slowly through the summer’s heat, catching the sunset’s rays as it descended. You lifted your face to meet his gaze, his butterscotch eyes gleaming in the lack of light. His hair harvested the moonlight as it shone, just barely, through your curtains. He adjusted himself to better accommodate your new position, inching himself into a seated stance before inviting you to his chest once more, his arms closing around your waist as you nestled yourself into his lap. He inhaled slowly, his eyes burning from within with adoration, almost enough adoration to hide the underlying concern that threatened to douse the flames until they were no more than embers. He lifted a hand to cradle your cheek, his palm frigid to the touch, your body too accustomed to his radical temperature to flinch. He smiled a slow, easy smile, his lips upturned in the corners, his face relaxed. “Tell me what’s wrong,” he offered, his words neither command nor inquiry, his features betraying nothing. If you had been strangers, you would have believed him to be impartial to your answer, uncaring on the subject of if he ever got one… but you knew him. He was already half-mad with worry. You returned his quiet smile, your eyes bleary from lack of sleep, your muscles aching from the absence of rest.

“I’m fine, Jazz. A little insomnia never killed anyone, I can promise you that.” You ran your fingers absentmindedly through waves of his golden hair, his eyes closing at your touch. He sighed blissfully, his hands dropping to your waist, his thumbs working into your hipbones as your hands fell to the nape of his neck, your fingers interlacing to secure your hands at the back of his neck. Jasper’s eyes washed over your face, his brow pinching as he took you in. “I wish you’d stop worrying so much. Really, I’m fine. Loads of people have sleepless nights. It’s not as big a deal as you think.” He parted his lips to counter your claim, but you continued over his unspoken argument. “Jasper, it’s a human thing. A night or two without sleep isn’t the plague. I’m going to be fine.” He lifted his hand to your face, his fingers smoothing over your cheekbone, his thumb moving to caress the bags beneath your eyes. They looked more like bruises every day, each night darkening and deepening the external effects of your deprivation.

“You’re not fine, Y/n. If I couldn’t hear your heart beating, couldn’t feel how warm you are, couldn’t smell your blood like perfume, you could convince me you were bit four days ago and I wouldn’t call your bluff. You look more and more like me every day.” His hand fell to your shoulder, smoothing over your arm until your hand had moved to meet his between your bodies. He twined his fingers with your own, his eyes bright with anxiety. “If you tell me why you’re so afraid, I could help you. You know I could.” You rested your forehead against his own, your breath expelling from your lungs in a single, weightless huff. Jasper tilted his head, freeing his hand from your hold to guide your head to his shoulder, the hand he had held at your waist smoothing upward until it rubbed against the middle of your back. His voice was a melodic whisper against your hair. “I’ve never seen you so exhausted. Tell me how I can help you, and I’ll do it. I’ll do anything.” You felt tears well along your waterlines; frustration-born and embarrassing, saltwater flowed down over your cheekbones, making contact with the shoulder of Jasper’s shirt, his hands slowing against your back, his palm abandoning your hair to smudge the tears along your cheek, breaking their trails as they fell. “You can tell me anything, darlin’. I’ve probably heard a lot worse.” You collapsed against him, your body giving out under the strain of your sleeplessness.

“I keep seeing it. Every time I try to sleep I see it happen, over and over. I thought it would go away, but it keeps getting worse. For the past week and a half I’ve been having this… this… terrifying dream. It’s only just gotten to the point where I can’t even close my eyes without seeing it all… happen again. It used to be once a night, then twice a night, but now…” you inhaled, your breath trembling as it flooded your lungs. “It’s always the same scene. You’re alone on a field, wearing Calvary greys, but your eyes are still so bright, so warm. I see you look around like you’re trapped, see them rush you from all around, and there are so many of them. They keep biting you, here and here and here,” you whimpered, further emphasizing your tale of terror as your fingers traced, by memory, the ridges of his numerous scars. “Then they start to tear at you, and you’re screaming and I can’t do anything to help, but I want to, so I feel myself reaching forward and suddenly I’m there, with you, and all of them turn to me like they’re starving and I’m a feast. Half of them keep ripping pieces of you away, the other start ripping at me, and just before I wake up I see your head come off.” Jasper’s breath had ceased, his hands frozen along the expanse of your back, his eyes glued to your face as you spun your nightmare into verbal reality, shaking your head all the while as if to dash the very thoughts from your brain. “And I know it’s ridiculous to even think that this could happen, but it’s not so much a thing of the present or future as it is a peephole into the past. I know at least some of this happened to you, Jasper, I know what could happen if anything like what you faced with Maria comes to Forks. And I can’t bear to lose you, can’t stand to think about it. I have to stay awake so I know you’re okay because every time I close my eyes I can’t be sur-” Jasper’s lips found your own then, his mouth working over yours with a heated passion you had hardly ever witnessed before. His hand tangled in your hair, his palm pressing against the small of your back to secure your body to his. He parted his lips from yours, pressing kisses against your cheek, your forehead, his breath flowing freely over your skin. When he leveled his eyes with yours, his gaze was a blaze of impossible love. He held your face between both of his palms, his hold on yours both gentle and firm. You could look nowhere else but into his eyes.

“Y/n, we’re not in danger here. I’m far detached from the armies of newborns that destroy the southern cities. I haven’t seen or heard from Maria in close to a hundred years. She and her masses of untrained soldiers are no threat to us. I’ve been bit before, of course, but that was when I was a newborn myself. Nowadays, I doubt any of them would be able to touch me. They would never come close enough to touch you, not by ten miles. On my honour, they wouldn’t even catch the scent of you before they were burning in pieces. I’m not looking for fights, and I don’t expect to find one on our doorstep anytime soon. You have my word. There’s nothing to be worried about. I promise to keep my head set firmly on my shoulders so long as you keep yours, and that requires sleep, darlin’.” A giggle escaped your lips, watered-down slightly from the recent flow of tears from your eyes. Jasper’s grin was near blinding in the darkness. “Come on, now. Close your eyes. We’ll both be here when you wake up.” You nodded your head, your body collapsing further against the hardened muscles of Jasper’s torso. You lifted your head for a brief moment, your eyes locked on his.

“Could you do your mind thing? With the…” Jasper nodded solemnly, the shadow of a grin itching at the corner of his mouth as a warming wave of comfort washed over your limbs like an ocean breeze. You smiled, content, pressing your lips to his jaw before resting your cheek against his shoulder once more, his smile now clearly visible. “Thank you,” you breathed, Jasper’s borrowed comfort easing your eyes closed, your every exhale deepening your state of relaxation until your mind began to fog over. You felt a pang of fear tighten in your chest, followed swiftly by a rush of serenity and ease. You slowly faded away to sleep, Jasper’s hands tracing the ridges of your spine as you lifted from reality to settle in the meadow of a dream.