#DO YOOU SEE MY VISION???

[loving-delusions]

this is so tomura and afo core..........................

RAMBLES IN THE TAGS BECAUSE I CANNNNTT

[outcasting101]

Genshin Impact x Jujutsu Kaisen Reader "Way Back Home"

The sound od chriping filles the void, as all you see is darkness

Thump

Where are you, what happened to you.

THUMP

Whys is this happend to you, how is this possible there is no nature around the city block; not with life at least.

THUMP

The stop of branch and twig bring you little east as you can no longer tell if the figure intentionally or look. Why was is to hard to open your eye lid.

You shift your eye managing to freshen up, openings you eye you see



Nothing, no evidence of footprint, the sound of chirping didn't stop continuing it pattern as your first hear it. Hand scrambling around you find your weapon intact with you, a rectangular dull kitchen knife that you hold, a gift from Nanami - your older brother.

Right meaning related that you have the same curse technique, yeah your right, thought distinguishable technique will be your extra power 'Reverse Curse Technique' useful skill and the most valuable.

You open your eye seeing the familiar texture, it seem like this realty look nothing, sound nothing and, taste nothing. Alright this is getting out line.

Standing up, youe eye blur barely have time processing as the blob of darkness with your mind trying to hold off. GAH

And this is your life within Genshin impact world, the game your brother pasture not to played as "wasting too much money and time into". Who can blame you, the game itself was a msterpiece, each arch never a dissapointment.

It help you cope mmaintain your sanity intact from every grsome encounter with a curse.

You gotten used to them, but it place you foudn them never pelase your adventures mind. You didn't have time to touch grass, so wy not visual glass, you know few trick and tip to get around and you think you can take advantage for that fact curse are here. Heh who is tyvert call JUJUTSU BUSTER.

Here you are a successful wanderer and 'shaman' with every encounter you meet promising healing wound, and invisible curses that become evident since youw alk, never been an additional monster to genshin impact but you were glad you're able to bring useful skill to here.

Word spread around like wildefire

'person who can make my shoulder not stiff anymmore'

'they help me make my crops grow such abundance even with lacking of tree'

'are you sure they are humna?'

'are they a vision holder'

'are they a fraud'

'WHERE CAN I FIND THEM'

You smirked at your succesful buisiness, you have no intention stoping wanting to save up money you find 'inventory' just a bunch of vision button that you can interact organise with their category based on the game design.

You attire change choosing comfotable yet adventure attire, you are no bound by God. You reach enoguht fanfic to know dealing with god can a hasstle esepically thses type of God, they are fun as character, but you know never really as a person - they have issue. And you know how to resolve the issue it just - you just didn't want to. Moving on quickly, roaded path within, yoou find a farmiliar blond briaded traveler with their trust companion 'Emergency Food'.

"Traveler I need your help"

His golden at eye narrow as his stand stop quarter awake, surpise at the disruption of hie stroll.

"Paimon wanted to know how you mmanag to walk on the field so quickly - wait - aren't you the Shamen we keep hearing about....WOW Paimon is excited!"

"Ha, is that what they called me?," You said. "that doens't matter, i have a proposal for us to be travel buddies waht do you say, I heard you're walking all over tyvet, you adventure exceeded my expectation quality

"Paimon don't think we have any room, YOU CAN'T TAKE PAIMON SPOT HMPH" Paimon reclaim, as traveler hand just cover their face looking away letting out a unburden sigh.

You laugh. "I can cook."

Paimon head faster than anything, ears peers up. "DEAL, cmon traveler we shoudl bring her with us" Paimons quickly added, does she ahve a brian of a goldfish, eh you love paimon either way.

"What makes your wanna join us". You eye wided first time hearing the traveler talk since the conversation start

"Well, I'm not from this world"

Cliffhanger, the ending and idea is up to youuuuu. I have my own plot, and i'l probably write it just to fullfill my fanfic fantasy to isakai but still be OP/





[alternian-life-advice]

г> Help. I (indigo, 11 sweeps) have lately been hearing faint honks from inside my walls. My moirail (jade, 10sweeps) said he checked the cracks, and there's nothing to worry about. But the honking has only grown louder since.

г> I have also been seeing a clawed clown doll in my peripheral vision lately. It even follows me to derse. What should I do in this situation?

I believe yoou have fallen under a purpleblooood's chucklevoooodoooos! If yoou've had a... Less than poositive interactioon with a purpleblooood as oof recent I woould recoommend yoou ammend that asap. (I've heard oold lusii tales that troolls can goo mad after being under chucklevoooodoooos foor toooo loong.)

[barnesbabee]

Telephone || K.H

Pairing: Kim Hongjoong x Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst

⚠ violence, usage of guns, spanking ⚠

after a long time, here it is, my comeback.

ɪᴄᴏɴ ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛ

ᴀᴛᴇᴇᴢ x ʟᴀᴅʏ ɢᴀɢᴀ ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇᴘᴛ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ || ᴘ1

ʙᴀꜱᴇᴅ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴛᴇʟᴇᴘʜᴏɴᴇ ᴍᴠ

  “You have the right to remain silent...”

   Hongjoong watched as the police officer held you down and cuffed your hands behind your back. The tears prickled his eyes, and his whimpers and sobs could be heard over the loud sirens.

   “...anything you say or do can and will be used against you in a court of law…”

    You turned your head to face your precious lover. He was so beautiful, so pure, so innocent… To you, he was just like a kid, when in reality he was only a year younger than you. 

   “...you have the right to an attorney, if you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you…”

   When you locked eyes with him he immediately stopped crying, too lost in your serene complexion. How could you be so calm?... You observed how they shined, how his lower lip trembled, and how his face had a reddish tint to it.

   “It’s gonna be fine baby.” You mouthed to him.

   He sniffled, the cute pout still present on his lips, and nodded at your statement, fully believing in your words. 

   When you two met, you immediately felt as if you needed to protect him, because he was just too nice for this world. You wanted to shield him from everything bad, however, you couldn’t shield him from you.

   You did try to keep your distance, but the way he walked towards you and chanted your name as he waved with his palm high up in the air… It was hypnotizing. His unbelievable aura and energy dragged you toward him even against your will. He was everything you didn’t have, and everything you needed.

   He kept coming back, and when you finally told him about your job, in hopes he’d run away, he simply told you ‘Everyone has a bad side... Yours just happens to be a little... badder.’, and then yoou knew you’d fallen in love.

   The police officer’s words went in one ear and out the other as she shoved you in the back of the white and blue car. You didn’t resist arrest, you had no reason to. You didn’t try to plead ‘not guilty’, even when Hongjoong begged you to. You accepted everything and went with it as if it was a routine, and it was making Hongjoong delirious.

   “Why didn’t you try to fight this!?” Hongjoong yelled, with glossy eyes, punching clear, thick plastic that separated you. 

   His hand shakily held the phone, and he had tears streaming down his face once more. He didn’t understand you were always so calm, as if the world was playing by your rules.

   “Hongjoong, baby, please sit down…” You asked, in the calmest voice possible.

   He obliged, just like he always did, and you smiled softly. You placed your palm against the window that separated you, and Hongjoong mimicked your actions, as if you were holding hands.

   “Everything’s going to be fine Hongjoongie, okay? Everything will be…”

   Hongjoong’s ears perked up and your voice trailed off in the distance. He noticed a tapping sound resonating in the air As you spoke, your finger tapped the plastic between you.

   Morse code.

   Your voice distracted the guards and the people around you, so that they wouldn’t hear the tapping, while Hongjoong read your message.

  I. Will. Get. Out. Two. Days. Midnight. Be. Outside. With. Car.

  “You’re so smart Y/N, God this is why I love you so much I never ever want to leave you, you’re my everything…” He whispered, in a desperate, exasperated voice.

   You chuckled and your face softened at the way his terrified eyes scanned your expression. 

   “I never want you to leave me Joongie.”

   Hongjoong’s car pulled up in the tree-surrounded area. He had arrived slowly, with headlights off so he wouldn’t be noticed by anybody. 

   The man’s legs were shaking, and his finger impatiently tapped on the black steering wheel of the SUV. He trusted you blindly, whatever you said he believed, and so when you told him you’d somehow get out he fully believed you, even though he had no idea how it was possible to escape a high-security penitentiary. 

    One minute passed from midnight… Two minutes passed from midnight… 

   Hongjoong grew more and more anxious as each second passed by. He kept turning his body in all different ways and squinting his eyes, desperately trying to find your figure running through the night.

   His breathing got quicker and small beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. What if something had gone wrong!? What if they had caught you and you were now in solitary confinement!? What if he couldn’t see you anymore!? What if-

   Hongjoong’s thoughts were interrupted by someone violently opening the door and shoving themselves into the shotgun seat.

   His blurry vision took a second to recognize the woman with disheveled hair beside him, but there was no doubt that it was his Y/N. Without a second thought, he grabbed your cheeks and pulled you into a long, desperate kiss. 

   When he pulled away you smiled at his adorableness, at how he prioritized his love for you over the short amount of time you’d have to get the fuck out.

    “Floor it, baby, we need to get away before-”

   Your speech was cut off by blinding lights shining behind you, lighting up the building as well as the roads surrounding it. A loud, maddening sirene sounded in the air and the both of you widened your eyes.  

   His foot was heavy on the accelerator. The SUV’s wheels screeched against the floor as he backed up and drove down the road that lead them to freedom. In the distance, two blue and red flashing lights could be seen. The sirens kept coming closer and closer, and you cursed the car’s inability to go faster.

   “Hongjoong!” You yelled.

   He looked at you, visibly worried and distressed, like he did usually in these situations.

   “It doesn’t go faster YN!” 

   “Fuck!” You cursed and punched the tablier.

   As you glanced back to see how far the cars were, you noticed a duffle bag sitting on the back seat.

   “Is that the rest of what was to be shipped?” 

   Hongjoong nodded without glancing back, knowing what you were talking about. You rolled down your window and turned around to unzip the black bag. 

   “Slow down!” You yelled at Hongjoong, so you could be heard over the sirens and car sounds.

   Your boyfriend looked at you with big eyes, scared and dumbfounded.

   “You heard me! Slow the car down!”

   Hongjoong did as you said and the police cars were right behind you in no time. In one movement, you grabbed the gun that was on top, an AK-47, and peaked your torso outside the window.

   Your boyfriend watched as you fired at the car. It wasn’t with much precision, and even though you aimed at the wheels you ended up hitting the hood and the headlights before bursting the rubber material.

   The car turned and hit a sturdy tree, causing it to immediately breakdown. The vehicle coming right behind that one car hit against it, as it was going too fast for it to be able to stop in time. 

   Two down.

   Two more popped up from behind, and you aimlessly shot at them, hoping you’d hit something that’d make them stop. They kept swerving and avoiding most of your bullets, trying to prevent you from hitting the wheels. 

   You were getting annoyed. They were getting closer. Anxiety was building up.

   Hongjoong grit his teeth and gripped the wheel tighter. He was not going to lose you once more. He needed you in his life.

   “Shoot them.” 

   You looked at your boyfriend. He’d surprised you many times, but only with innocent, hopeful comments. It was your turn to be dumbfounded and confused.

   Hongjoong stole a glance at you.

   “Shoot them! They want to take you away for me! I’m not gonna let that happen!” He yelled, fueled by rage and despair.

   You chuckled.

   “As you wish…”

   You aimed, as best as you could in a moving car. It took you a second, you had to focus and take a deep breath, you had to stop your shaky hands, but when you finger pressed the trigger, you felt powerful. The bullet pierced right through the driver’s forehead, spewing blood all over his face. The terrified expression of his partner brought a sense of pride to you. 

   You aimed at the other male, whose eyes were widened in fear. Realizing you were aiming at him, the man gripped the steering wheel and turned it completely to avoid the bullet, causing it to crash.

   You repeated the process in the remaining car, except you didn’t feel like aiming, you were too impatient, so you just went on a rampage. You held the gun and yelled as you fired all over the windshield. Surely it’d hit them. When the bullets were up, you tossed the gun and plopped back inside, watching as the car behind you swerved left and right, now without a driver, before crashing as well.

    When you were settled back in your seat Hongjoong placed a hand on your thigh and looked at you, lovingly. There were a couple of seconds of silence, with the two of you just staring into each other’s eyes, before you burst out laughing.

    You pulled up in a motel, one as far as your gasoline could get you, and got a room. You two did your best not to look suspicious, but Hongjoong was always a little jittery.

    You plopped on the bed, as Hongjoong locked the door and closed the curtains. Your boyfriend climbed on top of you, pampering your face and neck with sloppy kisses. You giggled and grabbed each of his arms.

    “I missed you so fucking much baby…”

   You looked into his eyes and connected your lips in a long, rough kiss. Your lips were chapped and his were soft, but somehow they fit perfectly well, just like your personalities.

   When you pulled away he stroked your hair.

   “How did you manage to get out?” 

   You chuckled.

   “It was all planned.”

   Hongjoong tilted his head and pouted, visibly confused at what you just said, and you wondered how a man that had just told you to kill someone could be so utterly cute. 

   “He paid me a little extra… The people He hired for his gun trafficking jobs kept getting arrested or found, and He suspected someone was ratting His workers to the cops. To confirm His suspicions He told me to go along and traffick some of His guns for some bonus cash, and if I was arrested He guaranteed me He’d have someone on the inside to bust me out. Once I was out I was on my own though, that’s why I needed you.” You explained, earning a hum from your boyfriend.

    “Who even is ‘He’?”

   You shrugged, you knew as much as him. 

   “No one knows… Just some super-rich guy that has people for everything. We call him ‘He’, ‘cause don’t even know his name. We’ve tried to give him a name before but He wasn’t too happy...”

   Hongjoong laid his head on your chest, feeling the calm way your chest heaved.

   “You know, the way you behaved earlier… That was really hot Joongie.”

   Hongjoong looked up at you.

   “You think so?”

   You bit your lip and nodded. 

   Hongjoong smirked and hovered above you with a smirk.

   “Well,” He lowered his head down to place a soft kiss on your neck “what about we make it hotter and celebrate our reunion?” 

   Both of your hands found their way onto his hair, tugging on it slightly as the kisses on your neck became sloppier and harsher.

   “Sounds good baby.”

   His teeth bit down on a particular spot, causing you to whimper out his name. Your fingers curled around his hair and tugged on it harsher at every bite. 

    Hongjoong’s fingers trailed down your body, not missing a single curve. He slipped his hand inside your large pants along with your underwear and cupped your crotch. He ran his thumb along your pussy, enjoying the way your body started writhing under his. 

   “F-fuck Hongjoong, please… It’s been so long I’m gonna cum form that.”

   Hongjoong pulled away from your neck and kissed your lips passionately. The way he kissed you was always loving, no matter what situation you encountered yourselves in.

   Your hand found its way onto his crotch, and you grabbed his hardened member, applying some pressure on it.

   Hongjoong moaned into the kiss and pulled away.

   “Fuck, you’re so needy…”

  He hurriedly removed your clothes, along with his, leaving your bottoms fully exposed. 

  Your boyfriend settled between your legs, allowing his cock to slap against your stomach. He ran his tip along your folds teasingly for a second. You gripped the sheets and rolled your hips up, desperate for him to enter you.

   He chuckled at your eagerness and grabbed your hips, finally thrusting into you. The room was immediately filled with loud groans from both as he fully bottomed inside of you. 

   His fingernails dug into the skin of your hips from the way he gripped onto you and fucked into you. 

     Hongjoong was fucking you to compensate the weeks you’d been away from each other, and you were afraid that you’d end up having to sleep in a broken bed.

     “H-Hongjoong you’re s-so good fuck-” You moaned loudly.

    Hongjoong always felt proud to see you like that, broken and begging for him. He focused on getting you off, he wanted your pleasure.

    His hands moved down to your thighs and squeezed them harshly, followed by a slap that would surely leave a mark.

    You whimpered as you looked down at him, loving the way his golden skin shined under the cheap motel lighting. 

    “Baby I’m g-gonna cum.” Hongjoong told you.

   “Cum inside m-me, please-” 

   Your pretty little beg was all it took for him to fill you up. He groaned and hissed at the feeling of your tight walls getting all of his cum.

   But he wasn’t done. 

   He pulled out of you and thurst three of his fingers into you, fucking his cum deeper into your hole.

   “Such a good baby, always taking my cum so well…”

   Your back arched, and you felt something build up in your stomach.

   When Hongjoong began sucking on your clit, that was it for you. Your walls tightened around his fingers and your toes curled up as you came with a cry for his name.

   He crawled onto the bed, beside you. The adrenaline and the rush of it all had gotten you so tired you couldn’t find the energy to get dressed. 

   You rolled on top of him, and his arms encircled your waist as you buried your head on the crook of his neck.

   He kissed to top of your head, and you both fell asleep peacefully to the sound of the crickets outside. 

   A loud bang woke the two of you about seven hours later.

   “Come out with your hands in the air!” A sturdy, raspy voice demanded from outside.

   You could see the shapes of blue and black uniforms standing on the outside.

   You and Hongjoong looked over at the gun-filled duffle bag resting on the small desk on the other side of the room, which you hadn’t been stupid enough to leave in the car, and then exchanged a knowing look.

    “Let’s do it?”

    “Let’s take ‘em all out baby.”

[noblehcart]

𝘔𝘜𝘚𝘌 𝘛𝘙𝘖𝘗𝘌𝘚 : 𝘎𝘖𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘊 𝘓𝘐𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘈𝘛𝘜𝘙𝘌 𝘌𝘋𝘐𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕

italic for things that sometimes apply, bold for things that always apply and strike out what never applies. do not reblog ; copy and paste on a new post.

CARMILLA. giant featherbeds. tightening a corset. moonlit walks. killing for love. cruelty for the sake of love. love is always selfish. romantic tragedy. love to the brink of destruction. nighttime rendezvous. bloody kisses on soft skin. death was the maiden. a very strange agony. claimed by the supernatural. dreaming about your lover. sympathy for the devil. loving me to death. candlesticks lighting up the palm of your hand. a passion that wearies you. killing the one you love.

PHANTOM OF THE OPERA. a single red rose laid out to be found. sensual voices singing them to sleep. a familiar shadow attending every recital. love waits on the rooftop in the night. two soulmates holding hands. walking down long corridors. retrieving something lost. devoting one’s craft to them. making them your muse. the horror was for love. painted faces on parade. gentle touches in the dark. revealing your darkest secrets. beauty and the beast. writing messages on the mirror. kindness conquers all. letting your lover go. love never dies.

JANE EYRE. loving the escape. an impassioned affair. being consumed by love. meeting your soulmate. lace and silk. thirsting for the perfect romance. marrying for passion. losing yourself in the face of your lover. wedding veils and bouquets of pink roses. maddened by love. finding warmth in the cold. calling out for your love. starting at the bottom. the fire cleanses all. hiding your passion. your love will destroy me / my love will destroy you.

THE PICTURE OF DORIAN GRAY. painting a portrait or sketching the face of someone you love. meeting in secret. visions of your lover dying. clutching a lovers clothes to your chest. love so consuming you kill them. protecting their innocence at all costs. betrayal. polyamory. devotion. flowers for the one you love. remembering the name of your first love. jealousy when you see them with someone else. love so consuming you die for it. visiting the place where you saw them the first time.

THE COUNT OF MONTE CRISTO. letters to your lover. marrying for love. these bars can’t keep me from you. motivated by love. an avenging angel. scorching jealousy. love reborn. devoted to memory. it was all for you. going your separate ways. commit murder for me. an unstoppable hunger. death comes for us all. the strongest love eventually grows apart.

DRACULA. the holiest love. girls love wolves. the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb. violence is passion. red lips, sharp teeth. love letters in a diary. unrelenting support. getting lost in the woods. coming home to you. walking backwards into hell. vengeance for my love. even death won’t stop me. we can live forever. love is an open wound. too much love to give. bestowing your favor. a never-ending thirst. beauty even in death. ravenous desire. if only death had a heart to give. a mercy killing. these violent delights have violent ends.

FRANKENSTEIN. childhood friends to lovers. they were something out of a dream. arranged marriages. learning to love. was it all really worth it? our guilt can know no bounds. vengeance, my love. dismembered body parts. my beating heart in your open palm. your death destroys me. adam and eve. crossing the mountains. an antagonist in mourning. paradise lost. the loss of innocence. abandoning your dream. the tempest on the horizon. humans are the real monsters. my love is wiser than my hate.

stolen from: @unelectedofficial

tagging : yoou

[renwyck]

Clouded Judgement

[ Writing between myself and @aislynnemara taking place shortly after Ghosts on the Harbor. ]

The clocktower had just struck two in the morning when a pounding knock came upon Aislynne's door. Uneven raps thumped against the heavy wood.

Bang... bang, bang, bang... bang, bang... THUD!

Renwyck gazed up at the door that was previously in front of him, but now towered above him. He wasn't exactly quite sure how it happened, but he had managed to knock so rigorously that he knocked himself backwards onto the ground. Even though his legs were strewn across the steps leading to her door, Renwyck continued to knock from his now lying position.

He was lucky that Aislynne was even home. She rarely went to bed early and when she was up in the night she wasn't always at home. No one knew where she went or what she did but she was out often and not infrequently until sunrise. Tonight she was keeping herself busy at home.

It took her a minute or two to react to all of the noise at her door and after the antics of the Horde so recently in Stormwind . . . well, she reached the door with lips pursed and and not empty handed. Luckily she was not one to act without certainty. Upon opening the door to find Renwyck on the ground she put her knife on the table that sat just inside and with a sigh stepped out to pull him from the ground. "What are you doing?"

Renwyck accepted her hands, rising with her aid. When he was fully upright, he staggered toward Aislynne. "Heeeey," he muttered, his breath reeking of whiskey. With a lazy smile, he grasped for the doorframe, leaning his weight against it.

"How're yoou?" The question was punctuated by a hiccup.

She kept hold of his hands for a minute until she was sure he was steady only to step back and watch him stumble into the doorframe with her hands on her hips and her head tilted. She'd known he was drunk the moment she stepped out both by the smell and the fact that he was on the ground.

She didn't know how drunk until she watched him for a minute.  Biting at the corner of her lip to try and keep from smiling her brow furrowed at the same time. She wasn't exactly happy with the state of him but at the moment at least she was amused.

Moving up the steps she shook her head at him. "I'm fine, get inside." And then she was ushering him in and shutting the door.

Tripping over his feet, he stumbled inside and promptly collapsed into the nearest piece of furniture (which was couch, thankfully). It wasn't the most graceful landing, but he managed to get all four extremities on the cushions. Smiling up at Aislynne, the warrior decided to state the obvious, which he was one to do while drunk.

"I'm drunk."

Aislynne was locking the door while he was busy tripping over himself. She cringed at the sound but thankfully turned to find him on the couch. For a minute or so once she entered the room she simply stood looking down at him with her hands on her hips again. But eventually she moved and whipped the shawl she'd only barely managed to hang onto off of her shoulders and into the armchair.

"Oh, I can see that."  She arched a brow. "Was there a plan to this drunken visit?"

She was pointing her finger at him before he could respond. "You don't move. I can  hear you fine while I get my stuff out of the kitchen."

And with that she moved through the double doorway behind the couch and into the lighted kitchen. She'd been making tea in there among other things and she needed to take care of it all before anything burned or worse.

With a very contented grin, Renwyck closed his eyes. At least it stopped the room from spinning. "I din't wanna have the nightmares again ta'night," he answered before his eyes blinked open again.

Nope, still spinning. His eyes drew shut once more. He reached a hand for the edge of the cushion to steady himself.

That response gave her pause. She began with: "Why didn't you -" and stopped herself there. He didn't know to ask her for help with that kind of thing and he'd probably been doing this long enough that he wouldn't have thought of it even if he had known.

She frowned at herself and finished taking care of her things and packed her tea into the living room. "Well, why don't we find something better to help you with that tomorrow?" she queried as she curled up in the chair.

"Mmhmm," he replied, as he opened his eyes to look over toward Aislynne. Renwyck struggled to sit upright, leaning heavily against the arm of the couch. After he rubbed his weary eyes, his attention focused back on her face.

"Sorry," he mumbled. Wincing from a sudden jab of pain surging through his head, he pursed his lips. "Mmrgh... not useta havin' a friend..."

She didn't move much but she reached a hand out in case she needed to steady him as he struggled to sit up. Her arm lowered once he was settled again and she offered him a small smile.  "Well, you better get used to it because I'm not going anywhere."

Slow, sleepy blinks helped to focus his vision, though his gaze fell to his arms draped over the armrest. "Jest... sa tired of it, yeah?" He swayed in his seat as his mumbled words slurred together. "Dun wanna fight an'more. Shoulda lemme die."

Renwyck didn't have to finish talking before Aislynne was out of her chair and settled beside him, her glass put down on the coffee table. By the time he was done she was wrapped around him and there was a catch in her breath.  She held on tight but carefully. It took her a minute or so after he finished to look up at him; there were tears in her eyes but she was managing to keep them there. "Then where would I be?"

Her voice rasped then as it had after the fire. She cleared her throat carefully and sat up straighter, letting her hold on him slip a little so she could. "I need you."  She leaned away from him then so she could really see him. "I know it was awful and I know you've been alone and I am so sorry for that. But you're not alone anymore and you're not going to be alone ever again. Not as long as I'm alive. And we'll . . . we'll work through this. Somehow. And things will be better; I'll make them so.  I just . . . need you to hold on a little longer, ok?"

She took a slightly stuttered breath and wiped at her cheeks though she'd only let out a couple of tears. "You just . . .  hold onto me when you're getting lost, ok? I'm . . . I'm like a tree; I don't budge unless I want to."

It was too much; she'd said too much to someone who was drunk. She doubted he'd remember any of it come morning but she turned red just the same and with a sigh laid her head against him. "I'll do all the fighting," she added quietly, "just . . . stay."

The moment she drew close, Renwyck's arms wrapped about her frame. He listened to her words, resting his head on her shoulder. Burying his face into her hair, he tightened his grasp, trembling hands pressing to the small of her back. "I'm tryin’," he whispered, his hushed words cracking with emotion.

His hands clawed at her back as his own tears fell. Even in Aislynne's arms, he still felt as alone as he did when he had been dying on the soil of Duskwood. The pain always took him back to that moment. The moment when he lost everything.

"I know," she whispered back and leaned her head against his as he buried in her hair.  She just held onto him so tight, not knowing if it even made a difference but only that she had to do something even if it only mattered to her. Because he wasn't the only one struggling.

So she held him tight and she stroked his back and she bit her lip so hard because she couldn't fix this; not now, not easily. She couldn't fix either of them without a lot of hard work and time and she wanted to help him now. But this was all she had. "We'll get there," she said quietly as her hand found his hair. She cradled him there with gentle strokes of her fingers and. though she wasn't aware of it, she rocked the slightest bit.

The touch of her hand urged him closer, Renwyck nuzzling his teary cheek against the side of her neck. He leaned more of his weight on her, using her for support as his head started to spin once more. He felt as though he was falling backwards, his soul lifting from his body to see the two forms intertwined below. Sounds echoed in his ears. Aislynne's ragged breath. The steady thump of his heart. All words were lost in the soft melody of their bodies.

His hand left her back, fingers running through her chestnut hued hair until rough fingers slipped against the nape of her neck. He lifted his head, wiry whiskers scraping across her jaw as he rested his cheek to hers.

She braced herself as she took more of his weight and by the time she found his hand in her hair she was still. Her hand slid from his hair to cradle his other cheek. She whispered his name and brushed carefully at his tears with a sorrowful furrow to her brow and very carefully she pulled back from him.

She didn't move far and when she did it was to take his face in both of her hands. Her thumbs brushed gently at his cheeks but she was silent, grey-green eyes studying his face. She took in every detail and then she pulled him down just enough to kiss his forehead. "Come with me," she said as she pulled away.

His hands slipped from her body, a gentle caress trailing down her arms until his palms found hers. As she moved from him, his fingers closed around hers. Withdrawing completely from her, Renwyck pressed a kiss into her palm before steadying his feet against the ground.

It all seemed surreal to the drunken man. Even the touch of her hands seemed numbed. He waited for her to make the first movement, knowing that if he attempted to stand, he would likely pull the pair of them down to the floor.

She let go of him as his hands trailed. Her cheeks reddened a little at the goosebumps he drew and the fact that his hands were sliding over them. But when they found hers she gave him a small smile though it faltered when he kissed her palm.

She didn't know how to react to that; the unexpectedness of it caused her breath to catch but she allowed nothing more than that. Instead she firmed up and rising from the sofa she pulled him carefully along with her.

Once she was certain he was steady she led him slowly down the hall. She kept hold of his hands, kept looking at him so he would keep looking at her; so his focus wouldn't go somewhere worse.

He'd been in her room before and slept in a chair at her side. She did not lead him there now but let go of him so she could push him into bed though she did not follow. "Lie back," she urged him quietly while she moved on to the small fireplace nestled in the corner of the room.

Heavy footsteps trudged against the floor, the warrior teetering before falling back into the mattress. Even in his current state, Renwyck managed to kick off his boots before allowing his legs to rest on the bed. His fist balled up the covers beneath him in an attempt to steady himself, even though he wasn't moving. It was simply the world spinning around him. Even so, he clenched tightly to keep from falling from the bed. He mumbled a few incoherent words as his eyes drifted shut.

It was a small fire place that she built her fire in; just enough to give the room the faintest glow so she could keep an eye on him through the night.  Whatever she'd been doing before he showed up could wait. She put the lights out in the rest of the house, grabbed her tea and her shawl and deposited them all in the chair where she'd be staying that night.

He'd slept with his head in her lap before, fallen asleep next to her while she showed him the stars on her ceiling and more than once he'd slept in a chair in her room. And so had she. She might have stretched herself out beside him once, she was comfortable enough with him for that, but this night he was drunk and he was broken and she was there to watch over him, not keep him company.

She made sure he was settled comfortably and, just in case he was still awake, she hummed quietly to him - songs she'd used before to lull him to sleep but now quiet and wordless until she was satisfied that he would sleep. Then she pulled a book into her lap content to write or draw until he needed her again.

Minutes slipped to hours with Renwyck tossing fitfully in his sleep. His body fell into bouts of thrashing, the warrior fighting off the unseen demons of his mind. When his ridged form finally relaxed between each onslaught, his outstretched arm patted the other side of the bed, as if in search of someone. Finding no one there, his hand grasped the covers tightly. Though most of his words were nothing more than a jumbled mess of slurred sounds, a single name escaped repeatedly from Renwyck's lips. "Saf... Saf..."

For those hours she managed to keep herself busy working on things she didn't really need to work on; remnants of a past that still clung to her like cobwebs. But she never lost track of what she was really doing; she was aware of every twitch and every sound that came from the bed.

They weren't much at first; a sigh, a shift in position, nothing to worry about. She was aware when that changed. She expected something at some point but hadn't been sure what until then.

She moved as she watched him and ended up on the other side of the bed long enough to grab the extra pillow. She pressed it into his side; it wasn't who he was looking for but in sleep a form was a form she figured.

And then she moved herself around the bed and as she began to carefully stroke the hair from his temple she shushed him quietly.

[seashellwriter]

A Charming Obsession Ch. 1

He watches and yearns day and night, waiting for the right moment to claim his bride.

Why is his darling, sad? Eyes brimming with tears over a slut and two snotty brats. They don't deserve his darling's love.  

Why is his darling scared? Skin paling and breath hitching from finding his notes and gifts.

Why is his darling screaming? Crying out into the night after seeing his silhouette.

Waylon has an intense admirer that's not too keen on letting him go.

"Just leave Waylon!"  

Lisa's voice is ice on the harsh winter air, her anger filled eyes narrowed at Waylon from her place at the front door.  

"But Lisa-"

Slam!  

She's gone, locked up in their own home, leaving him out all alone in the cold, in the deafening silence.  

Another emotional fight between them, how long will this keep going on?

His hands clench tightly into fists, dull nails digging painfully into the palms of his hands as snowflakes float gracefully around him. A long shuddering sigh escapes him, coming out as a white puff of air, before he walks off numbly, barely even registering the chilly breeze ruffling his blonde, short locks. Mixed emotions swirl within him, guilt, anger, despair, it's all balled up into one painful heap in his chest, weighing down on him like cement.

He needs to get rid of it, at least a distraction to make him stop thinking so much.

It doesn't take him long to reach the downtown bar, after all their small apartment isn't too far away from it. He rarely drinks, but god, does he ever need a drink now. A red neon 'open' sign flashes from behind the front, frost covered window of the bar, a small bell chiming when he slips into the building. Warm air hits him immediately, causing him sigh out in relief before his ice blue eyes scan over the dimly lit area.  

He's surprised to find that the bar is mostly empty, only a few lone patrons scattered around here and there. He’s never been one for socializing, always shying away from people, but now he wishes that there was more of a crowd here, to at least lighten up the place, to make it less quiet. He rubs his hands together to unthaw his fingers as he approaches one of the bar stools, seating himself before ordering three shots of vodka. When his drinks are served he immediately tips them back, causing him to make a face at the burning sensation crawling down his throat.  

‘Mr. Park, I’m sorry but…’  

"Three more shots, please," He murmurs out, and the bartender shoots him a concerned glance before carrying out his request.

‘Your sons… They were found -‘  

He downs another shot almost desperately.

Funny how Lisa tells him to let go, when she has the nerve to look at him like he's the cause- Like it's his fault for-

The three shots are gone in a flash. God how many was that? His sixth- or was it his seventh shot? It doesn't matter, only that Waylon’s five times lighter now, and the swirling emotions in his chest are dubbed down to a dull throb. He flinches when someone suddenly brushes up against his side, caused by a man deciding to sit next to him. His head lulls around to meet the stranger’s dark blue eyes, and he's taken aback by how warm they are, holding a deep fondness as if he were gazing upon a family member or... a lover. It's unsettling, but perhaps it's the alcohol running through his system that's making him see things.

"Oh, did I frighten you? I'm awfully sorry, I didn't mean to," The intrusive man apologizes, giving him a polite smile before ordering a margarita.

“No, no it’s alllll good!” Waylon reassures loudly while waving a hand dismissively in the air, almost hitting the stranger with his dramatic sweep.

The man's eyes glint in amusement as he watches Waylon swallow down another shot, before musing "It's a rather cold night out tonight."

Waylon slams down the now empty glass with a loud clink, waiting for the scorching in his throat to dissipate before replying impulsively, "Suuuure is! And still mah wife kicked me out as if I were- were some kinda piece of garbage."

Bitterness creeps into his tone, making him frown deeply before he fiddles with the gold band around his ring finger.

“I meean- I don’t knooooowwww why- I- like! Even bother!” He exclaims in exasperation, before facing the man who’s simply nursing on his drink, almost falling out of his seat in the process.

“Bother with what, darling?” The man jumps into the conversation as if he were Waylon’s friend, as if blurting out personal troubles to a stranger isn’t inappropriate at all.

Alarm bells should’ve gone off, but Waylon doesn't hear them, “Weeeelllll, e-everything.... Thiiiisss fucking hopelesss search! M-My wiiiiffeee's distancing heeerrself... How weee don't geet along annnnymore."

He threads a hand through his disarrayed hair, "I-It’s as iif I don’t eeeven matter to- to her, it’s like- she doesn’t think it affects me tooo... Ever since we lost-"

He goes rigid at his own words, an agonized expression spreading over his face, "E-Ever since we lost- o-our two boys- I-It-" A faint whimper escapes him, "I-It's never been the same..."

Waylon doesn't see the stranger's concerned frown, the clear worry written all over his face.

"I-I think she blames me for their deaths- I-I can see it in her eyes- I-I s-should've been more careful- God- I-I should've-"

A grief-stricken sob wretched from his throat cuts him off, before more pour out of him uncontrollably. Hot tears roll down his cheeks, blurring his vision as he gasps out pathetically. The man across from him puts a large hand on his shoulder, looking unsure on what he should to do with himself. That's when Waylon clumsily leans into the touch, accidentally falling forward and grabbing onto the stranger's broad shoulders to keep himself upright. The man stiffens, a shocked expression painting his features before a blush stains his cheeks. Waylon however doesn't notice the man's star struck reaction, too swept up in grief and intoxication.

"S-sorry- I-"

"Come here, darling."

Before Waylon knows it, he's being swept up into a comforting embrace, strong arms wrapping around him and pulling him towards the kind, strange man. The stranger's unbearably warm, heat practically radiating off of him as Waylon situates himself on his lap. It's... Oddly nice, being held like this, the world's more blocked out this way, it's as if he's being protected from his misery and distress. His hands come up shakily to clutch onto the stranger's rough textured vest, burying his face into the dark blue material as the man's calloused hands brush up and down his back in soothing strokes.

"I-I’m s-sorry-" He tries again to apologize, his broken voice coming out muffled against the man's chest. But the man simply hushes Waylon gently, a hand coming up to his head to pet at the blonde's locks. If Waylon raised his head up now, he’d see a pleased, almost delighted smile fighting its way onto the stranger’s lips.

“That slut doesn’t deserve your love or affections,” The man's quiet, his voice almost mimicking a lover's whisper, “You deserve so much better, my dear, sweet Waylon.”

D-Dear, sweet Waylon?

Even Lisa doesn't talk to him with that much adoration.  

"Y-Yoou... Know my nam?" Waylon croaks out, sniffling loudly. He doesn't remember ever introducing himself.

"Oh yes, I know so much about you, darling," The words cause an unpleasant shiver to race up Waylon's spine, making him tilt his head back in order to look the stranger in the eye, his face red and wet from crying.

Uneasiness curls around in his gut at the man's loving gaze, the one he naively chose to ignore before.

"Do you remember the day we met? Do you even remember me?"

"I- No..." Waylon stutters out, his eyes catching onto the stranger's prominent jawline and cheekbones.

The man’s blue eyes glint sadly, his lips upturning into a weak smile that softens his features, “Hmm, that's truly a shame, darling.”

Waylon’s tempted to apologize, but his tongue is heavy in his mouth, and he doesn’t even know why he should say sorry. Instead, one of his hands unlatches from the vest he clung tightly onto moments ago, slowly moving up towards the man's smooth face. He lightly touches the stranger's cheek, fingertips lightly tracing over warm skin. The man's breath hitches, eyes widening in surprise but allows the contact nevertheless.

"Maaaybbeee if- you know, told me yourrrr name, I'd remember," Waylon slurs out, his wandering hand sliding away after a moment.

"Oh- Well," He clears his throat, a little flustered as he recovers, "My name is Eddie."

"Eddie? That's a greeeaat nam!" Waylon exclaims, a wide smile spreading across his face from his sudden giddiness, "Heeereee! To cheer ya up, I'lll hug it out with yoooou, caaause I don't know annnnyone nameeeds Eddie."

His gut should’ve stopped him, a twisting warning making him flee from the stranger who claims to know so much about him, but instead, Waylon haphazardly throws his arms around Eddie, his face burying into his shoulder this time. Eddie sits there for a moment, surprise making him immobile, before his chest rises against Waylon from a deep, blissful sigh, arms wrapping around the smaller man in return.

"If you only knew what you do to me, darling," Eddie tightens his hold on the drunk, too trusting man, his chin resting on the blonde's fluffy hair.

Waylon's really tired now, arms weakening their hold and starting to slip... Especially from being engulfed in a comforting, warm darkness. He really shouldn't fall asleep- This really isn't a good idea.  

"I promise, I'll be so much better than her, I'll show you what love really is," Eddie's voice is hushed, and low, fading.

Ok... Just... Five minutes... And then he'll tell the creepy man to stop being so creepy... And yah....

"We're going to be so beautiful, my dear."  

…

Sunlight filters in through the slits in the blinds overhead, rousing the blonde from his slumber. He groans when he attempts to open his eyes, a splitting headache knocking into his skull painfully. He curls into himself, turning away from the agonizing rays of light before snaking his arm forward to feel around for Lisa, only for his hand to land on cool, empty sheets. His eyes crack open, confirming that he is indeed alone. Not only that, but he’s also not in his own bedroom. An uneasy weight balls up in his stomach, making him sit up instantly, only to growl out from the sudden spike of pain to his head the action causes.

What happened last night?

He holds his head, gritting his teeth as he takes in his wrinkled, long sleeved shirt and jeans, deeming it as a good sign that he’s clothed. His black coat, shoes, and socks are gone however, his bare feet half buried under some crumpled up blankets. His half-lidded eyes land on the rickety nightstand right beside him, two aspirins, a cup of water, and a note lying on the hard surface. He grabs the two white pills first, plopping them into his mouth before downing the water as if he hadn’t drunk in days. The water does wonders to his parched throat, and even alleviates his skull splitting headache a little. He wipes his mouth clean with the back of his hand- who the hell would go through the trouble in making him feel comfortable?

How’d he even get here? If he can’t even remember that much then... He must’ve gotten pretty wasted. His eyes land on the slip of paper he was just eyeing moments ago, picking it up gingerly as his brows furrow in suspicion.  

The handwriting on it is a neat cursive, making Waylon squint against the paper from how unfocused his eyes are.

Dear Waylon,  

I hope you don't have too much of a headache today. You mustn't drink that much alcohol in one sitting, darling, it isn't healthy. You're lucky that I was around during your vulnerable state, you could've gotten seriously injured. But, I'm glad that you're alright , just be more careful for my sake and yours .  

I know what I'm about to write next may sound vulgar, but you look so adorable, radiant even, while you sleep, completely at my mercy. I couldn't help but watch you, trace every curve and every breath you took with my eyes. I would've stayed to see those innocent eyes open, to see how you would've reacted to my presence. Would you even remember me this time? But regretfully, I have a pressing matter that I must take care of.  

But do not fret, darling, I'll be seeing you again soon.  

I promise.  

He's left trembling, fingers struggling to keep a grip on the piece of paper as fear spears through his heart.

"W-What the fuck?" He murmurs out, his voice a pitch higher than usual.

‘Fuck, what the hell happened last night?!’  

He wracks his brain for answers, shuddering at the prospect of this messenger being the one who caringly brought him here. And... What do they mean by 'I'll be seeing you again soon?' What the hell?

Ugh... Think... Did he give his phone number away to some weirdo? His address? Or is this note some kind of sick prank?

He… That’s right… He fought with Lisa, and then it turned… Really bad. She threw him out… He went to a bar to drink his problems away. He took a few shots... Ok… Now it’s getting a bit fuzzy. He thinks he cried against someone… He smacks a hand over his face at that. Ah fuck, how embarrassing, not one of his finest moments. Did they have blue eyes? What was their name? Fuck, he's not sure. Jeez… is that really all he can remember?

He curses under his breath, tearing up the creepy note in a few quick motions, before wincing at the too loud noise it causes. As he begins forcing himself out of the cluttered bed, his eyes dart around for his coat and shoes. He spots his coat first, draped neatly over a worn out armchair and quickly goes over to it, relieved to find his wallet, keys, and phone still there. He's expecting to see notifications of worried texts, or missed calls from Lisa on his phone, but oddly enough, there isn't any.

Is she still mad at him?

He hits her number with his thumb, hastily putting on his coat as his head twists around every which way in search for his shoes.

"Heeeey! This is Lisa and I'm not at the phone right now! Call me back!"

Damn, straight to voicemail. She should be up right now too, is she really that angry at him still?

He lets out a deep exhale, finally finding his shoes before scrambling out of the apartment he crashed in.  

He's curious however, as he's leaving the apartment, maybe he should wait and see if that person who brought him here will come back.

No, not a good idea he decides, effectively pushing the insane idea out of his head, he needs to make amends with his wife.

…

Waylon steps out of a bright yellow cab, a bouquet of cheerfully colored flowers gripped tightly in his grasp. The apartment he calls his humble abode stands tall and intimidating, making him swallow thickly before walking towards it. He said some harsh things last night, didn't he?

His laptop is held accusingly at him in her hands, her eyes piercing through him.  

"You need to let go Waylon! This isn't right! Finding the murderer isn't going to bring the boys back!"  

How dare she look at him like that! Her beautiful green eyes, that used to hold so much warmth and affection for him, are now sharp, holding only blame and bitterness when she looks at him.  

"You think I don't know that?!" He snaps back, months, weeks, and days of holding in his anger and grief making him explode, "At least I'm doing something other than wallowing in self-pity! At least I want justice to be served!"  

She flinches, eyes widening in surprise as she steps backwards.  

He can't stop .  

He's glaring back at her with an intensity he's not known for, "At least I care about them! At least I have the guts to not blame you for losing sight of them that day! I bet you fucking blame me, don't you?! Is that why you always look at me like that? As if I'm some inhumane monster!?"  

"N-No! I don't blame you for what happened to the boys!" She ’s gutted, hurt flashing across her face, "H-How could you say that?! How could you... A-After everything we've been through..."  

She's reduced to tears right before his eyes.  

He's deflating now, snapped out of his anger driven haze.  

"O-Oh. Lisa... I-I'm... S-Sorry... I-"  

Losing the kids .  

Maybe that's why her stares bother him so much, it's because... He blames himself.  

"Lisa?" He calls out softly after knocking on their apartment room door, "Hey... Um... I-I'm sorry about last night..."

He pauses, sighing as he searches for the right words to say.

"I-I... I fucked up... Ok? I know it's not enough to say I'm sorry.... But... Can we talk?" He lets out a nervous chuckle, shuffling back and forth on his feet uneasily, "I even bought you flowers, your favorite kind."

There's no response... Nothing, not even the sound of her footsteps.

"Hey, Lisa you there?"

Did she go out?

He digs his keys out of his pocket, struggling to unlock the knob with how jittery he is. When he swings open the door, he lets out a gasp, blue eyes widening in horror.

The once, homey, decorated room, is a chaotic mess, furniture upturned, pictures and vases now broken pieces spread across the floor, indicating a massive struggle. The flowers leave his grasp, crashing against the floor, petals scattering and forgotten as he rushes inside.

"Lisa?!" He calls out, his tone grating with a mixture of fear and worry.

He's stepping over scattered pieces of furniture, lopsided chairs and knickknacks... That's when he finds her, sprawled out across the black and white checkered, tiled floor of the kitchen. Red... The color red... There's so much... So much blood. The metallic scent hits his nostrils harshly, nauseating him, as Lisa lies there, stiff as a board, her brown, wavy locks soaked with the vile liquid pouring out of her. Thick, neat slashes are strewn across her face, stab wounds violently decorating her chest, staining her pajamas a deep red.  

He's by her side instantly, falling to his knees and not caring for the blood soaking into his jeans, as his trembling, shaking hands touch her, feeling for a pulse. Those eyes that he cursed so much before should've told him exactly how dead Lisa is, those once bitter green orbs, are nothing but pale, dull, lifeless, staring up at the ceiling without any emotion.

This... This isn't happening.

"L... Lisa?" He can barely speak, his voice barely above a whisper as his breath picks up speed.

He presses his hands into her side before shaking her, blood coating his palms and fingers. He shakes her again, and again, only becoming more frantic and desperate. In the back of his mind, he knows it's useless, that she isn't going to wake up.

"L-Lisa... Lisa p-please wake up..." His voice is cracking, hysterical as he begs, "L-Lisa... P-Please... S-Say something!"

Tears are overwhelming his eyes, spilling out over his cheeks as his breathing becomes louder, faster, erratic.

She's... Dead.

Dead.

Dead.

Gone.

[sassysweetstories]

She’s Mine!!

Request: “Hi. I would like to request an imagine where Scott, Stiles and Isaac like the reader and compliment her all the time. But the reader brushes it off. Then one day they all start flirting with her at once and she is about to let them down easy saying she is seeing someone. But before she can say anything Malia throws them all out of the way, kisses the reader, shouts “she’s mine”. Then pulls the reader away, leaving the boys completely shocked. Thanks!”

Ship: mainly Malia x Fem!Reader, Scott x Reader, Stiles x Reader, Isaac x Reader.

Warnings: flirting, angst, yelling, swearing, fluff, minor kissing, etc. 

Notes: none of these gifs are mine, credit to owners. 

Your P.O.V

Walking into Beacon Hills High, my new favorite novel propped open onto my palm while I held my favorite cup of coffee in the other hand. Using my peripheral vision, I walked around and/or dodged the ruckus that occurred daily within the halls. Students fell or ran into one another to get to their designated class while I moved around them with ease. Now that I was older than these younger kids, I moved more confidently throughout Beacon Hills High. I remember coming in as a complete newbie, everything around me seemed like it was from another world. But now, I knew where I was gong. I knew who I was. 

The second I reach my locker, for the first time since I’ve entered the building, I tore my gaze away from my book and grab my stuff for my first class. I send Malia a good morning text, considering I had my own ride to school that day. I couldn’t help but smile at the sentimental message I would receive later. The second I slam the locker, Stiles jumps out at me, his voice somewhat loud. “HEY, (Y/N)! Y-Yoou look lovely today. Is that a new top?” Glancing down at my Def Leopard shirt, I tried to recall if it was new or not. I could have sworn I’d worn it before, but my memory isn’t something I exactly rely on. 

“Uhh, m’not sure-” He fumbled slightly. “W-Well, you look really nice. It makes your eyes wide!” My brows furrow at the strange compliment. “Uhh, thank you.” We walk side by side to my class but only a few steps in, he asks. “That looks heavy, do you want me to carry that for you?” I shake my head, flattered by his offer. “No thanks. I think I can handle it on my own. Thanks for the offer, though. Hey, I’ll catch you later, Stiles! Have a good day!” Odd. I leave him behind me as I make my way over to class. By the time I reach lunch, I’d completely forgotten about my rather strange encounter with Stiles. Don’t get me wrong, I love the guy but he’s my friend, ya know? The behavior that he was displaying was out of the ordinary. 

Putting my heavy math book back into my locker, I am not so secretly thrilled to be rid of the gross material. Math was not my thing. It’s not that I hated it, I just didn’t understand it, not to mention I have rather shitty teachers. So, at the end of the day, I’ve learned relatively nothing. Switching books, I give my locker a once over to make sure I’m not forgetting anything before shutting it close. The minute I look up and away from the disarray of my locker, I almost scream in shock at the sight of Scott puppy dog smiling down at me. Clutching my chest, I breath deeply. “Oh, hey Scott. Sorry, you just scared me. What’s up?” Placing his big calloused hands into his pockets, he shrugs playfully. “Nothing much. Waiting for class to start. I figured I could spend my time talking to a pretty girl than staring at a wall.” 

What is going on? “T-That’s…so sweet of you. What class are you in right now?” He glances over at the class before saying, “Economics. I’m kinda afraid of that stupid ruler Coach throws around. It almost hit Greenburg yesterday. In all honesty, I think Coach wanted to hit him but if he did, he wouldn’t have a job.” I nod along to his words, smiling at the thought of Coach smacking Greenburg’s hands. All of a sudden, the bell alarm blared loudly above us. “You should get to class before you’ll be on the wrong end of Coach’s wrath, I’ll see you later, Scott.” I head over to lunch but before I walk into the cafeteria, I catch Coach dragging Scott into the class room by the ear after he looked at me with doey eyes. Shaking my head, I head into the lunchroom and sit down in my usual spot. 

For the past few weeks, it seemed as though Scott, Stiles and Isaac have been progressively more friendly with me. It was really nice of them, odd but nice. I send my gorgeous girlfriend a loving text before popping my book open while I eat. It was a shame that Malia and I didn’t have any classes, not even lunch. I barely saw her, and we go to the same school?! I missed her like crazy. Pushing the thought away, I spend the rest of the lunch period reading happily. That was.. until Isaac showed up. The lunch bell rang and that’s when he popped up, smirk and all. “Hey there, beautiful.” I snort, wafting him curiously. “You smell funny? Where were you at?” He licked his lips cockily before saying. “ugh, you caught me! I was brewing a love potion for you.” I laugh loudly. “Isaac, you can’t cook for shit.” 

He clutches his chest, dramatically. “Ugh, you’ve wounded me, (Y/n).” I shake my head, smiling softly as I press on. “No, seriously. Where were you at? You smell odd?” Isaac pointed down the Science corridor, his jacket sashaying slightly before saying, “Chemistry. We were doing this weird ass project. Mixing strange concoctions and all that jazz.” Oh, that explains it. “Oh cool! Hey I’ve gotta get to class, I’ll talk to you later!” And before he could continue our conversation, I’m already halfway down the hallway. That night, when I went to bed, I couldn’t stop reminiscing over my odd day. The next day, If yesterday wasn't weird, today sure was. The minute I entered the school, Scott and Stiles greet me at my locker with two coffees, one in Scott’s hand and the other in Stiles’. My favorite, coincidentally. “O-Oh.. that’s so sweet.” I say, hesitantly. 

Placing the coffees on top of the shelf in my locker, I turn back to see a third person join the group. Isaac, to be exact. Oh god, here we go. He leans slyly up against my neighbors locker, smirking down at me before saying, “Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?” Jesus Christ, of all the pick up lines in the universe, he could have been a little more, I don’t know, creative? Before I could say anything, Stiles scoffed loud enough to hear from down the hallway. “Pff! That’s the shittiest flirtation I’ve ever heard! I’ve got a better one. Hey, (Y/n). I would never leave you, ya know why? Cause Yoda only one for me.” 

When he finishes, he smiles proudly, almost smug like, to himself, as if he won a meddle or something. It was cute, I’ll admit that but- “Awe c'mon, really? (Y/n), let’s just stop being cacti and start being cactus.“ Scott says, happily. He seems to be equally as proud of himself for his attempted flirtation. The other two, however, don’t seem so impressed. At this point, it’s almost as if they've forgotten of my existence entirely. Now, it’s between the boys. They’re fighting over me, pettily. Every time I talk, my voice seems to be washed out by their attempted flirts. It’s almost as if they’re trying to out-flirt one another. 

“Really? Cactus? That’s so lame!” Isaac practically shouts before turning over to look back at me. I didn’t even realize that as he pushed himself closer to me, he ended up closing my locker, causing me to lean on it due to the boys getting progressively closer. When Isaac looks down at me with his deep green eyes, he makes his voice out to be like silk though I know it isn’t, not like how Malia’s is. “I’ve got a better one. Are you a campfire? Cause you’re hot, and I was s'more.” Yikes! That was rough. I mean, don’t get me wrong. I love these guys but they’re my friends, not my lovers?! And don’t even get me started on the whole not-straight thing!! I don’t think any one of them realize I’m a lesbian?! 

Scott and Stiles share an equally disgusted look but that doesn’t stop Isaac from looking down at me like a piece of meat. The more I watch this weird situation unravel, the longer I realize this is a pure competition for my affection. Just watching it occur makes me think of all the times men have to mate with someone in the animal kingdom. I wonder what happened when they found out the girl they were after was as straight as a slinky? Because this chick is no ruler. Stiles jumps onto the bandwagon of flirtations, not hearing my voice at all. “Y-You smell like trash.. can I take you out?” Not one of the best flirtations I’ve ever heard. Scott looks at his friend with such disappointment, I couldn’t watch this any more. 

At this point, it was obvious, painfully so. “Guys, I’m sorry but-” The more I tried to speak up for myself, the more my voice seemed to be washed out by the endless amount of affection. Before I could finish, Scott interrupted with another flirt. “I thought ‘happiness’ started with h? Why does mine start with u?” I shake my head, trying to speak but my voice does not entirely reaching them. God, this was fucking exhausting. “Guys, I-” Just as I was about to scream, someone broke the boys up. Malia, my Malia. “Get out of my way.” She says roughly, pushing the boys out of her way with just her fingers. Stiles yelps out in pain, as do Scott and Isaac. Her glare could strike fear within anyone; man, woman or child. 

Malia pushes me against my now closed locker, wrapping her hands around my jacket collar to pull me in. Because of my towering height, she pulls me downward, our lips sloppily crashing onto one another. Though I was not supernatural in any sort of way, I felt the roughness and pure rage pouring off of her. She moaned against my lips before letting go, leaving me completely breathless and begging for more. I felt my lips tingling, almost pleading for her to continue what she had started. She looks back at the boys, whom I haven’t looked at since Malia’s arrival, with a death glare. The second I saw Malia, everyone around me seemed to have vanished. It was as if nobody else mattered. “She’s mine.” And when she says it, I know she means it.

Turning over her shoulder, Malia kisses me again with so passion, I almost fall over. When she deems that the message has been received properly, she laces our hands together, smiling innocently up at me. When I turn to look back at the boys for the first time since I matched Malia’s gaze, all three of their jaws are down to the floor, shock written all over their faces. The sight itself makes me laugh. Malia kisses me softly this time as we walk up and out of the school. “You’re mine. Now-” She says, turning over her shoulder to make sure that the boys heard. “Let’s go have angry lesbian sex.” If their jaws couldn’t drop further, I was proved wrong once again. I bump Malia in the arm, laughing loudly before slipping into my car. 

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Release Negative Subconscious Blocks

Every Law of Attraction student have heard about the need to release negative subconcious blocks to manifest all our potential.

It becomes hard when we talk about subconcious.  It is evident that the blocks are right there but we are not aware of them because they are deep inside our mind.

No matter how hard we try repeating affirmations, creating vision boards or trying to take action to reach our goals, there is something that spoils our plans.

Penetrating the subconcious mind looks impossible for many of us, but there is a wide open door to get inside, our feelings.

When you think about something you want, how do you feel about it?  Is it pleasent?  Do you feel some fear about it?  Now yoou detected your blocks, it is time to release them.

  Just How To Get Rid Of Subconscious Blocks

Thankfully for you, there are ways you can release negative subconscious blocks through Subconscious mind training.

Regardless of what they are or that’s at fault for placing them there, just understand that IT IS FEASIBLE using constant practice.

How your subconscious mind is programmed, directly affects your “automated” or deeply deep-rooted activities; i.e. the points that you do without knowingly attempting to.

Is it because the lure was as well wonderful? No.

Cognitive dissonance is the state of having inconsistent ideas, ideas, or attitudes, specifically as it connects to behavioral choices and also attitude adjustment.

That discomfort or resistance to alter is your subconscious block.

Do not justify them. Simply run with the really initial thing that comes to mind. I’ll inform you why after you complete the workout:

Positivve thoughts yield wealth an enthusiasm permanently ad activity

You require to acknowledge that your existing collection of beliefs are not the reality. These are a bunch of false understandings and also scrap shows that can be altered with purpose as well as repeating.

This puts on other locations also, like relationships and also relationships. When you satisfy somebody brand-new, whether it’s platonic or possibly romantic, are you often originally questionable?

Questioning who they are or what they want from you? Or feeling inferior to others– “why do they also intend to be my good friends”?

Be exceptionally mindful of the unfavorable ideas that experience your head and after that stop yourself each time you catch yourself strolling on that path. In the next action, you’ll discover just how to–.

“After you´ve kept an eye on your thoughts as well as reactions to words like cash, success and also even love, you can use visualization to change them.  Make them dialy”.

Maintain this technique routinely.

Do the very first point in the morning and the last points prior to sleeping at night.

Be relentless and also you will certainly remove your subconscious blocks.

  4 Simple Strategies to Eliminate Subconscious Negativity

” As you sow in your subconscious mind, so will you enjoy in your body and atmosphere.” ~ Joseph Murphy

The subconscious mind is like a computer’s hard drive.

It saves whatever info you feed it, without any predisposition. It does not differentiate in between valuable info and also garbage information. It just conserves every little thing!

The subconscious mind discovers via rep. So if it’s fed the very same details numerous times, it keeps overwriting it until the information gets engraved in.

As you would have presumed, such info is tougher to get rid of.

As an example, allow’s state you create “I am not good enough” on a piece of paper. Currently keep overwriting on top of this. The even more you overwrite, the bolder the message comes to be as well as the harder it obtains to eliminate it later.

Allow’s consider an additional instance. When you initially learned to ride a bike, you found it difficult to balance. Yet you kept trying and could keep balance for five secs and afterwards 10 seconds and so forth.

Finally you could preserve equilibrium for longer durations of time. Due to the repeatings, your subconscious mind got what it takes to preserve balance.

Once the subconscious mind learns, it draws on this info whenever it is needed.

So the next time you remain on a bike, the subconscious mind instantly changes on the default bicycle-riding program and with no effort, you begin to ride your bike.

What is fascinating is that if you learned to ride the bike in a defective way, you will certainly keep riding the bike in a faulty manner.

For example, there are individuals that locate it hard to drive a vehicle while using shoes. They can only drive the car barefoot! This is because when they were learning to drive, they did so barefoot. How do I recognize? Well, I are among them!

For me, learning to drive a car while wearing shoes resembled discovering to drive the vehicle throughout again.

So what does this inform you?

As soon as the info is fed to the subconscious mind, and also is duplicated enough times, it simply obtains etched psychological as well as is difficult to eliminate later.

Yes, it is erasable, yet eliminating it would certainly require extra effort. This is precisely the factor why poor practices are so tough to damage. As well as this is true for both physical behaviors and also psychological practices.

Physical routines relate to pack that you do. Like your daily routines.

Psychological routines are thought cycles like your self idea, your instabilities, your sight of the globe and so on

. In a manner, your psychological practices sustain your physical routines and also vise versa. It’s cyclic in nature.

  Rewriting Negative Subconcious Programs

As mentioned previously, your subconscious mind is like a computer’s hard disk.

And also similar to we can remove as well as place brand-new software application right into a disk drive, we effectively can reprogram information into the subconscious mind to release negative subconscious blocks.

Hypnotists have been doing this for ages.

However the technique we are going to take a look at is much stronger than hypnosis. Plus it is very simple to do. In truth, the technique is so basic, you may be compelled to think, is that it?

So let’s see what this straightforward strategy is.

The very best and also most reliable strategy to alter your unfavorable subconscious mind patterns is awareness.

That’s right, you just familiarize the subconscious patterns.

Once you become conscious, the additional actions required to make the modification complies with automatically.

  Becoming Aware of Subconcious Mind Patterns

Ok. it is time to release negative subconscious blocks.

Subconscious mind patterns are called subconscious for a factor. They are below (sub) your level of consciousness. In various other words, you are not purposely conscious of them.

For instance, I used to have the routine of drinking my leg continuous when taking a seat, also recognized as troubled leg syndrome. It would be lots of mins, often even hrs before I would certainly realise that my leg was shaking and also I would stop doing it.

Yet moments later on when my attention shifted to another thing, my leg would certainly begin shaking again.

What assisted me remove this problem was to create body understanding. I started to come to be a growing number of familiar with what my body was doing at any type of given factor.

So whenever my leg would certainly begin trembling, I would certainly familiarize it within a few seconds rather than lots of mins like before.

Over a duration of time, the trembling quit. I still do it periodically however it is extremely uncommon. And also each time I can capture myself promptly as well as quit doing it.

Body awareness not only helped me tackle this problem, it likewise aided me familiarize tense body components so I could unwind them extra usually.

For circumstances, I saw that whenever I dealt with my computer, the muscles around the base of my head (referred to as the suboccipital muscular tissues) would certainly tighten severely.

This would certainly create fatigue, headaches, and also neck and back pain. Body awareness aided me feeling this and knowingly unwind my muscle mass whenever that happened.

This is simply one really tiny example of exactly how you can get over a subconscious routine by ending up being aware of it.

This behavior is very easy to capture as it is happening on a physical level. But there are numerous psychological routines that occur on a mind degree. You can not see them; they simply happen.

For example, similar to me, you might have the habit of judging others. The strange thing is that the judging happens instantly. The issue with this behavior is that you not just court others, you judge on your own too.

It constantly works both ways. Additionally, what you perceive of the other can be massively various from fact since you regard from your own belief system.

The way to end up being devoid of this routine is, again, to become mindful of your reasoning patterns.

As you become increasingly more aware of your thinking patterns you will have the ability to catch your mind evaluating others.

As you catch on your own evaluating, you do not blame yourself or compel on your own to stop; you simply end up being mindful of it–” Ah, below I go, I am evaluating again!”

As you remain to do this, slowly however certainly, your judgments of other individuals will certainly start to minimize.

  Creating a Deeper Awarness

Understanding is a practice as well as the more you practice it, the much more it ends up being second nature. I find the adhering to 4 techniques to be exceptionally useful in establishing recognition of your physical as well as psychological processes:

1. Purposely seeing your ideas

In our everyday life, we are lost in our thoughts generally. The goal is to separate from your thoughts for a couple of moments and view them as a neutral onlooker.

This technique can assist you end up being aware of adverse thought patterns. You will certainly locate yourself questioning your ideas and thereby deteriorating negative beliefs as well as purposely changing them with favorable ones.

Right here’s what you can do:

Sit easily, take a couple of deep breaths, as well as calm yourself down. Start to familiarize your mind creating ideas without involving with them. If you discover yourself getting engaged with the thought, take a moment to acknowledge that as well as return back to seeing.

If specific ideas produce solid feelings in you, really feel the feelings as opposed to attempting to suppress the ideas. Divert your focus within your body as well as really feel the energy behind these ideas.

As you watch your thoughts, you will certainly end up being mindful of numerous negative idea patterns running in you. Merely becoming mindful of these patterns is sufficient for them to start disintegrating.

2. Consciously feeling your feelings

Ending up being conscious of your feelings helps you comprehend the thought-emotion connection– in various other words, what type of ideas produce what kind of emotional actions in your body

This can help you compromise as well as release the hold of solid negative feelings.

What I discover works best is to consciously recreate psychological responses when you are by yourself.

Allow’s state particular situations trigger strong stress and anxiety in you.

For instance, there were times when basic points like strolling right into a crowded dining establishment made me really feel anxious.

There was this sensation that everyone is considering me as well as evaluating me negatively, which assumed offered rise to a set of emotions that clouded my reasoning and also made me feel very anxious and unwelcomed.

When you remain in such a scenario, it is difficult for the inexperienced mind to do anything. However there is a workaround. You can use this situation to educate your mind when you return home.

When you are back home, you can take a seat in a calm place and recreate that specific scenario by running it in your mind.

Doing so will certainly stimulate practically comparable feelings. This time around though, rather than being shed in your ideas and conquered by the feelings, you have a selection to knowingly feel your emotions.

Feel them fully as they occur without becoming scared of them. As you feel your emotions this method, they start to lose their power over you.

What you are doing here is becoming conscious of thought patterns as well as the responses they create in your body. This understanding slowly begins to liquify existing assumed patterns as well as their corresponding psychological responses.

Following time you check out the exact same dining establishment, you will certainly be mindful when particular thoughts start getting generated and also your body’s emotional action.

But because you have currently felt your feelings purposely and also because you are conscious of your thought patterns, you will discover that they have significantly weak responses. Continue this and also quickly the reactions would wane totally.

Take notes of everything to release negative subconscious blocks.

3. Purposely feeling your body.

Familiarizing your body can help you find out exactly how to relax your body as well as thus aid recovery.

As an example, you may have body components that tighten when you are taken part in job or some activity. For me, as I discussed before,

it was the back of my head and the suboccipital muscle mass (muscular tissues near the base of the head) that tensed up when I was taken part in job.

This would certainly result in severe frustrations and also neck and back pain and would cloud my reasoning, causing aggravation.

It was just after I started familiarizing my body that I can feel these muscles all tightened and relax them knowingly. I needed to unwind them purposely often times over while working and also after a couple of months they immediately began to stay kicked back.

A simple strategy you can utilize to familiarize your body is to feel your body from within throughout a reflection method. Simply really feel the within your body starting from the soles of your feet to the pointer of our head.

As you scan your body this means, locate and kick back various tension factors along the method. If you discover certain parts hurting, invest some even more time there and relax these components.

Unwinding your body is key to healing. The more relaxed your body really feels the more invigorated you will certainly feel. This exercise is best done prior to going to sleep, so you feel fresh and invigorated when getting up. In-fact, you can do this existing down in bed.

Getting in touch with your body can also assist you much better feel and also launch your feelings.

4. Purposely focusing your focus

In any type of given point of time, our attention is separated in between a myriad of things. The majority of us don’t have any control over our interest. It just roams like a wild monster anywhere it wants to go.

This approach will aid you acquire control over your focus. The even more control you have, the far better you will certainly be able to practice those methods.

For example, you can feel your emotions for longer amount of times without obtaining drew right into thinking. Similarly, you can see your thoughts much longer without obtaining shed in the ideas typically. You can likewise stay mindful for longer amount of times.

There was a time I found it incredibly hard also to check out a couple of paragraphs of a post.

Within simply the initial couple of lines, my focus would drift away right into my thoughts. I would be reading, yet not comprehending anything. I would then need to re-read the lines again. This is what happens when you don’t have mastery over your attention.

And also one of the most reliable method I discovered to gain proficiency is concentrated meditation. All it involves is to divert your interest to your breath and also maintain it there for as long as possible.

If your interest wanders, bring it back once more. As you maintain doing this technique, you will begin to acquire control over your attention as well as your capacity to concentrate.

  Final thoughts on Release Negative Subconscious Blocks

These 4 techniques are the entrance to deeper recognition and to release negative subconscious blocks

They can be exercised with each other or individually, depending on what you discover useful right now. I believe these techniques can assist any person end up being devoid of low self-respect, limiting ideas, anxiety, anxiety, as well as all various other kinds of issues connected to the mind.

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