#˖ ࣪ . ࿐ ♡ ˚ . i am so ready to tear that knife from what was ⌗ 𝘮0𝘣𝘩𝘪𝘵 ( 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘤 ) .

[howaerds-a]

closed | she's here to PESTER | @carp3diems

a  frustrated ,  drunken exhale   heats   the   lower   half   of   the   blonde's   face   as   eddie's   phone   goes   to   voicemail   again .   she   knows   that he's   busy   with   legitimate   business   ,   but   that   doesn't   help   the   boredom   she's   exacerbated   with   the   aid   of   the   mob   boss'   liquor   cabinet .   she   sighs   ,   golden locks   flipping   over   a   small   shoulder   as   she   leaves   the   bedroom   to   go   find   her   favorite   of   his   men.   not   only   does   he   never   make   an   attempt   to   ogle   her   while   eddie   isn't   looking   ,   but   he's   become   a   genuine   friend   in   the   time   that   cassie   has   spent   around   the   estate   so   far.   ❝   dominicccccc   ,   ❞   she   whines   ,   flopping   over   the   back   of   the   couch   on   which   she   finally   locates   him.   ❝   how   badly   do   you   want   to   take   me   to   get   a   slushee   right   now   ?   ❞

[howaerds]

tag drop : dynamics / verses so far

˖ ࣪ . ࿐   ♡   ˚ .  an undiscovered element ; either born in hell or heaven sent      ⌗ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦 . ˖ ࣪ . ࿐   ♡   ˚ .  where the light bends and wraps beneath us      ⌗ 𝘰𝘣𝘹 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦 .

@carp3diems :

˖ ࣪ . ࿐   ♡   ˚ .  we balance fire in the earth we walk      ⌗ 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘱3𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘮𝘴 ( 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘣𝘺 ) .

@cordelliism :

˖ ࣪ . ࿐   ♡   ˚ .  just like the rain you cast the dust into nothing      ⌗ 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘪𝘴𝘮 . ˖ ࣪ . ࿐   ♡   ˚ .  to balance your convictons with certainty      ⌗ 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦 .

@escapedfromthevoiid :

˖ ࣪ . ࿐   ♡   ˚ .  like a temple      ⌗ 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘥𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘪𝘥 .

@goldenboybarracuda :

˖ ࣪ . ࿐   ♡   ˚ .  driven by a holy force      ⌗ 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘶𝘥𝘢 .

@ruinedmyself :

˖ ࣪ . ࿐   ♡   ˚ .  flood me like atlantic ; bandage up the trenches      ⌗ 𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 .

@m0bhit :

˖ ࣪ . ࿐   ♡   ˚ .  my insecurities surround me like lions in the den      ⌗ 𝘮0𝘣𝘩𝘪𝘵 ( 𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦 ) . ˖ ࣪ . ࿐   ♡   ˚ .  i am so ready to tear that knife from what was      ⌗ 𝘮0𝘣𝘩𝘪𝘵 ( 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘤 ) . ˖ ࣪ . ࿐   ♡   ˚ .  cathedrals turning the skies into glass      ⌗ 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦 .

@multi-royalty :

˖ ࣪ . ࿐   ♡   ˚ .  deeper than the scars      ⌗ 𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘪-𝘳𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘺 ( 𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘢 ) .

@ofcrxwns :

˖ ࣪ . ࿐   ♡   ˚ .  a perfect flood engulfing me      ⌗ 𝘰𝘧𝘤𝘳𝘹𝘸𝘯𝘴 ( 𝘫𝘰𝘩𝘯 𝘣 ) .

@r4chelamber :

˖ ࣪ . ࿐   ♡   ˚ .  oh and i swear she is not like any other      ⌗ 𝘳4𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 . ˖ ࣪ . ࿐   ♡   ˚ .  up like the moon and out like the hounds      ⌗ 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦 .

[byechristopher]

⠀

In Another Life.

– CHRIS STURNIOLO ANGST.

Author's note: omg hi, again. You'll soon find out how much I love angst, trauma and just "dark" fics. It's a way to express myself every once in a while. I hope you all like it, if you have any requests in mind, feel free to let me know. I will make it up to you all with some fluff, I promise, lol. Do not copy/steal my work. :)

Warnings: (not proof-read) this is pure angst, mentions of death, coping with death in general, trauma bonding. If any of this is triggering to you, do not read, please. Have a great day, instead.

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It is only 6:00AM and I am up and running, ready to start my long day, although my sluggish gait says otherwise. I always loved waking up so early in the morning – it gave me time to start doing things when people were still sleeping. It is always a struggle to keep myself awake, though.

"I'm outside."

The screen lights up and I can see Chris' name from here – he must be outside already. I sigh and I quickly put my jacket and scarf on, not forgetting my boots, of course. With my bag in my hand, I quickly leave the house, trying to be as quiet as possible so that my mom doesn't wake up.

Chris is waiting in the car, I take a better look at my surroundings – the fog makes it hard for me to see, it's dark and it's cold, and the humidity makes it look like it rained.

"Hey, Chris. Thanks for picking me up." I mumble, he nods with an understanding look on his face. He's got that sickening purple colour under his eyes and his skin is even paler than usual. We match, he looks like a mess, too.

How couldn't he, anyway? It was a difficult day today. It's only been three years and how could we ever forget?

Me and Chris have known each other for a long time. Ever since we were babies – our families were very close. That was until my parents got divorced and we never saw my father ever again; made my mom isolate herself. My father came back one day, asking for forgiveness for leaving like this. Not from my mom, from me. I didn't want to trust him but I still talked to him every now and then. Now, Chris never really liked me and I never really liked him, it's not like we ever had an actual conversation. Before something terrible happened, to the both of us. On the same day. On the same plane. The plane crashed – my father happened to be there and Chris' best friend happened to be there.

We were both devastated so we found ourselves hanging out more than usual – is it called trauma bonding? I think so. That's what we did. Bonded over trauma. Because that's what we needed most; a person who knows and feels what we feel, who goes through the same experience. I don't think it was he healthiest thing to do, but who is really healthy inside on this earth?

"Give me, like.. fifteen minutes. I'll be back, okay?" he says and I give him a reassuring hug, pecking his cheek. I nod, watching him go visit his best friend's grave while I visit my father's.

"I can't believe it's already been three years since you've been gone." I chuckle, making sure everything is clean and the flowers are nicely put in the vase, "right when you were about to actually spend time with me, hm?" I can feel the tears in my eyes, and every time I speak, it's like I'm digging an invisible knife deeper into my heart.

I don't know how long it's been because I'm still cleaning and trying not to think about anything, but I see Chris walking over to me. It's so obvious that he's been crying, but he offers a smile anyway. His nose is red, it's kind of cute.

"You feeling okay?" he wraps an arm around my shoulders, giving me a reassuring squeeze. I nod.

"What did I always tell you? Everything happens for a reason." I chuckle, wiping the tears away from my eyes as we walk away, and towards the car.

"I used to hate hearing that. But I believe it now." he nods and clears his throat, "Connor believed it, too." it took him a while to say his best friend's name without crying. I told him that Connor wouldn't be happy to see him crying like this – that was the only way to make him stop.

"I gotta go to work, now. But we'll meet later, yes?" I say, wrapping my arms around his waist, looking up. The combination of the sky, his tears and his pale skin make his eyes go icy blue, I can't help but smile a little bit. He nods and cups my cheeks, bringing me closer to him to give me a soft kiss on the lips.

I'm not sure what me and Chris have going on. We definitely hang out a lot, we kiss, I basically have all of my stuff in his house, we have sex, but we've never said anything about relationship, or anything like that for that matter. We've been going through the most traumatic and difficult experience in our lives, so I feel like we desperately need the affection but we're the only ones who feel the same. So we just.. do stuff together. I try not to think about it too much.

I definitely not want to think about it when I'm in his arms. We're in front of the fireplace, sitting down on the carpet. I'm sitting in between his legs with my back pressed against his chest, and his arms wrap all the way around my shoulders and knees (that are pressed to my chest), keeping me warm.

"I'm so glad to have you here with me, being by my side on this horrible day, every year." he whispers in my ear and I close my eyes.

"So am I. You're making me feel like I'm not as alone as I thought I was." I whisper back and let my head fall on his shoulder, turning my head so that I'm able to look up at him. We sit in silence for a bit.

"I was thinking.. what you always say. Everything happens for a reason. What if.. what if all of this never happened? What if they were both still alive, what if our families kept being this close, what if we kept hating each other.. would we still find a way to be where we are now?" his voice is low and steady, I can see the fire moving in the reflection of his glistening eyes, "or was this tragedy meant to happen for us to find what we wanted in each other?"

I stay silent for a little bit. I've thought about this a million times and every time makes me go crazier than the previous one, "is love supposed to grow in souls and bodies that are filled with so much pain? Because if so, then it's nothing like what they taught us love would feel like."

"Do you think love is what we feel for each other?" he presses a kiss on my warm cheek.

"I don't know." I say truthfully, "I think that we both find shelter in each other's pain. We feel the need to be heard, to be understood, and then we want to hear the other, to understand their pain. To help each other, to be there whenever they might need, to care."

"Isn't that what love is?" he asks innocently, "in its most tragic form?" he looks me in the eyes and smiles softly.

"I suppose so.. yeah.." I say because, indeed, love could also bloom in shattered hearts, it doesn't always have to be flowers and rainbows, "and to answer your question.. I think I would definitely imagine myself loving you, without all of these." my voice is as soft as it can get.

"I would definitely fall in love with you, too." he says, looking into my eyes. And for a moment, I imagine us just like this. In a life where we would be happier. In a life where we would be able to love each other, without anything holding us back, in a life where we could keep the people that we wanted in our lives. In a life where we would have the space and time to express our feelings, understand our feelings.

"So, stay with me forever and even longer than that.." he says and I smile, leaving a trail of kisses on his neck, all the way up to his cheek and lips, "I might be able to become someone who loves you even in the good times."

"That's a promise, then. Because I'm definitely staying, till I'm ready to love you in the good times, too." I smile and slowly turn around to face him this time, wrapping both of my arms and legs around him, like a koala.

He laughs, he's hugging me and kissing me softly, "want me to make you some hot chocolate?"

"Yes, please."

⠀

[roalinda]

Snippet of the week

Tagged by @gracelesslady23 and @mycupofrum

This is a snippet of my supposed to be prongsfoot fest work which unfortunately went out of hand, so it probably will take longer to finish.

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"I'm going to take Harry to the Diagon Alley tomorrow." 

James remained silent, staring blindly out of the window. Not that Sirius expected an answer anyway. After last night's heavy argument and the hurtful words, James had chosen silent treatment approach, knowing full well that it would set the Black blood in Sirius' veins on fire. It has always been like this. Sirius would brutally tear James apart with his sharp tongue and James would retreat into himself like a petulant child who refused to utter a word unless he received his favourite toy. 

Usually, Sirius had a soft spot for that spoiled little boy in James, it was endearing, the way James pouted and frowned, chewing on his bottom lip nervously, ready to shy away any second.

But not today. 

If James thought he was going to take the bait, he was awfully mistaken. Eloquence and silence were mind games that Sirius was not fond of playing, especially not against James. But he had been raised in a household in which its Master's cold anger had been the epitome of silent treatment and its Mistress' hot temper could devour the world and burn it down in a blink of an eye. He could smoothly handle both if he wanted no matter how much it annoyed him.

He remained silent. The only sound was the pitter-patter of the rain outside and he kept sipping his tea calmly, waiting for the inevitable explosion and when it came, it was everything Sirius expected and some more, because not only James snapped, he practically roared his disapproval.

"No." 

"Does it sound like I am asking for permission, James?" Sirius' voice was incredibly soft and unnerving yet firm. 

"Of course not, since you had such a crucial role in siring him," James retorted sarcastically, hissing like an angry cat. 

"Maybe I should have had, because obviously Lily deserved better than a cowardly husband like you," snapped Sirius back, eyes shining like liquid mercury.

"How dare you?" James stood up, all fire and rage, a rage which had been locked away in him for years, a monster that had its teeth in his heart mercilessly.

"Shame of the Gryffindor House, that's what you are, James," said Sirius ruthlessly, cruel words aimed to cut. They did, a sharp knife straight to James' heart, a handful of salt on an ugly scar.

James' eyes burned. 

"And a liar to the woman you once loved. Haven't you promised Lily that no matter what, you'll always be there for Harry?" Sirius' voice shook, overwhelmed with emotions. 

He remembered the day Harry was born. He remembered Lily's small hand in his instead of in James' who was away on a mission, before they were informed of that infernal prophecy. He remembered Lily's expressive green eyes, strangely sober despite the pain she had been in and her soft smile as Harry was placed against her bosom. It was Sirius who had seen how she had bloomed from a woman into a mother in less than a second like a surreal dream, not James. James had not seen the fierce look she had on her face, as if she wanted her son to have everything in the world, no matter the price. 

And that everything consisted of magic. 

Sirius would be damned before he allowed James' doubts and fears ruin Harry's magical life. 

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Open tag ♡

[bas-writes]

Hiya Bas! This was such a fun event! Congratulations on the soon to be 2k followers! I was G6 ♡ Can I ask for Izo (I am so terribly predictable, sorry), Kiku and maybe Zoro for a change and a GN! Clumsy! Reader?

Reader is literally capable of hurting themselves in the dumbest situations, like walking into doors, tripping over air, dropping their knife on their foot.... In this situation reader wanted to help during battle, but gets up (mildly) hurt because of another clumsy accident. Soft scolding / fluff / taking care of reader please!

Thank you so very much! I hope you get many good requests from this event! Sending you love! And if anything needs changing, you know where to find me ;)

Hazel! I'm so sorry for the very, very long wait, I bet you already forgot about it 😅 I don't even know if you're still on tumblr... Anyway, I hope you will read and enjoy it!

With a Clumsy S/O Who Gets Hurt in a Battle

Characters: Izo, Kiku, Zoro Reader: gender neutral CW: vague mention of injury

Izo

This man spent way too many years dealing with various manchildren. He’s used to people bringing chaos and destruction. Your clumsiness is nothing compared to what Oden or some of his crewmates, especially after a few cups of booze, could do.

First few times might catch him off guard—simply because he did not suspect you to be that clumsy—but he’s fast to adapt. Izo keeps you within the reach of immediate reaction and just pulls you out of the trouble. Even if he doesn’t make it on time, he always has first aid ready.

He tries to keep it cool, but you can see the amused gleam in his eyes. He is laughing his ass off because of you. Just…internally.

Dangerous situations—like battles—are a different case. Izo simply keeps you away from them, no excuses. He can’t watch both himself, his people and you at the same time. You’re staying in a safe place, period.

So when he sees you where you should not be AND getting yourself into trouble because of clumsiness… Oh, he’s pissed. He’s so pissed.

He scolds you as he patches you up, hands slightly trembling because he worries so much it’s more serious than it looks. He’s far from being paranoid, but still, all the worst scenarios come to his mind—and he scolds you even more.

After quite long bickering time, with a heavy sigh he gestures you to come closer and hugs you, carefully, “Promise me you’ll never do something that stupid, okay? I’m old enough to get a heart attack without your help.”

There’s a lot of pampering, though. He might complain and pretend he’s offended by your lack of common sense, but at the same time he spoils you endlessly and doesn’t let you go out of his embrace.

“Do you think I’d let you run free after that? Oh, Y/N, you couldn’t be possibly more wrong.”

Kiku

Kiku simply finds you cute. There’s something incredibly funny in the chaos you bring. She can never guess what is going to be the next extremely stupid fail of yours. In the beginning she was worried, but with time she learned how to tell dangerous moments from just innocent clumsiness.

Besides, she’s always nearby, fast and big enough to shield you from your own capabilities. There’s no way you can get seriously hurt when she has your back. Smaller injuries can be tended with some sweet cooing and kisses.

Deep down, she worries one day she won’t be fast enough. No wonder sooner or later all sharp and heavy objects are moved out of your reach. Especially weapons. Kiku is a sweet, peaceful person—but if she has to fight for this one rule, she will do it.

No weapons.

How you got to her sword, she has no idea, but the moment she realizes where you went and for what reason—it’s already too late and you’re hurt. It’s nothing serious, neither your injury nor the fight you got yourself into, but she’s as pale as a ghost and her whole body is shaking. To the point she has a problem carrying you to safety.

Kiku is silent while tending to your wounds, tension written all over her face as she gnaws on the inner side of her cheeks, as tears pool in her big, doe eyes. She doesn’t say anything nor scolds you, but you feel guilty nevertheless. Is she doing this on purpose to “punish” you for your stupidity? Who knows.

“Y/N, you promised me”, there’s a lot of disappointment in her voice as well. “What would happen, if your clumsiness led to something worse?”

She’s not angry at you for long, her softness and protective instincts fast to win over the bad mood. She spoils you rotten, with good tea, your favorite treats and lots, lots of cuddles.

Zoro

Zoro is a mix of airiness and protection alert level: maximum. He often scolds you for being a clutz, especially if you do something exceptionally stupid, that almost causes him to laugh aloud. But on the other hand, no one catches you (or whatever you knocked down) faster than him.

Usually, he’s pretty chill, regardless which side of him wins. He trusts his reflex—and trusts his friends to keep an eye on you whenever he minds his own business. When you two are alone, he likes to trace the evidence of your clumsy adventures, teasing you or asking how you got the ones he missed.

There’s only one exception: stairs. You are not allowed to get close to them without supervision, preferably his. He doesn’t tell you—nor anyone else—why, but one look at this face tells everyone how serious he is about it.

A battle is a far different story, Zoro believes in your strength, so he doesn’t guard you all the time—well, at least not more than the rest of the crew. Most likely he doesn’t even see the moment when you get hurt, screams coming from the others alarming him. He carries you out of the battle, and returns to fight as if nothing happened once sure you’re safe.

“Seriously, Y/N,” he welcomes you once the commotion is gone. “If you want a scar so much, get it from your opponent, not from your own blade.”

Zoro is very tender with the way he patches you up. He’s learnt from Chopper how to tend your wounds and prefers to do it alone, searching your skin for any additional cut or bruise he could miss. If no one’s around, he kisses the bandages while playfully scolding you for lowering your guard on the battlefield.

You’re not allowed to leave his side now, though. Zoro claims he needs you for his post-battle nap—but you know it’s a way to calm his nerves, strained deep down under his colder mask. You can easily tell from the way he protects your wound as he cuddles you.

[howaerds-a]

✿ . . . dominic

pre - established relationship meme

bold for things i could definitely see or want, italics for things i could see or am unsure of and striked out for things i don’t want or cannot see.

FRIENDSHIP .     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other

ROMANCE .     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other 

FAMILIAL .     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other

ANTAGONISTIC .     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other 

[howaerds-a]

𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐪𝐮𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 : 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐞 𝐱 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐜 . ( @m0bhit ) send me 🗣️ for incorrect quotes of your muse and mine .

-- 𝘮𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 / 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 --

[howaerds-a]

𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐞 𝐱 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐜 . ( @m0bhit ) send a 📸 to see 3-5 pictures that my muse has/has taken of your muse(s)

-- 𝘮𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 / 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 --