#/ time to sob @ twinnies

[bbyquokka]

🥺 hey twinnie.. you know how it be with me rn.. just thoughts of getting fat hug from all the skz members, like how they all hugged chris during that lovers episode they did.

And I want a hug from you I hate distance rn 😭

group hug

ANGST/COMFORT BELOW CUT - MINORS, AGELESS AND DEFAULT BLOGS; DNI

warnings: fem reader, she/her pronouns used, ot8!, felix and reader are in an established relationship, mention of reader feeling grief. words: 0.7k ~ (707)

dont repost. dont translate. feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!

you nuzzle under the duvet, broken hiccups in the form of sobs leaving your lips. curled in a fetal position as you hold the thing you treasure the most, close to your chest.

“why..” you whisper to yourself, heart shattering as you recall the events that's happened the last two days “just a bit longer. i thought we had more time with one another.”

tears roll down your cheeks, trickling down the bridge of your nose before landing on the mattress with a soft plop. your eyes are red, sore and puffy, lips chapped, throat sore. you have a headache and feel so tired, mentally and physically.

your body is heavy with grief, a piece of you feels like it's missing.

felix bites his lip as he stares at your closed door. you didn't mean to, but you snapped at him. he knows you're upset right now and that you didn't mean it, but it pains him to see you hurt and broken like this and not be able to do anything about it.

so he called the few people he falls onto when he is unsure of what to do - his members.

“she'll be ok.” minho softly says, noticing how the younger man is currently burning holes in your door.

“i know.” he sighs, playing with fingers. “i just wish i could do something, y'know.”

“she knows you're here for her, felix. we all are.” hyunjin gives felix a soft and reasuring smile.

“i just wish there was a way to show her that im here; that we're all here.” felix mumbles.

“sometimes it's best to leave people be during these times. maybe she doesn't want company right now and having company might make her worse?” jisung suggests, trying his best to reassure felix's mind.

“nah.. that's not like her.. she loves hugs and cuddles. loves skin on skin. we all know that with the way she clings to me!” everyone hums, nodding slowly.

“thats it!” chan says, slapping his thighs and pushing himself up off the sofa. felix watches chan approach your door, softly knocking with his knuckle.

“yn? it's chan.” he says softly. he pauses, listening to you sniffle and shift around.

“go away.” you choke out.

“you know i won't leave you, yn. felix is worried about you, as we all are!”

“chan. please, just leave me alone.” chan sighs softly, his stubborn side getting the better of him.

“im coming in.” he waits for your reply. silence. he opens the door and walks inside, the members watching and waiting; anticipating for you to scream at him to tell him to f off.

but you don't.

chan walks into the living area, your limp and tired body over his shoulder. you don't have the energy or willpower to fight him, he just scooped you up and put you over your shoulder.

“you can't isolate yourself, yn. not at a time like this.” chan softly states, placing you down on the sofa beside felix. you look down at your lap, tears threatening to spill down your cheeks for the nth time.

“watch me.” you mumble stubbornly.

“oh we will, doesn't mean we will let it happen.” seungmin hums.

“why though.”

“because we care for you and love you, yn. you don't have to do this alone. don't push away the people that are willing to help you. surround yourself with people that have positive energy, people that love you so much. it'll help lessen the burden.” felix says, gently taking your hand is his.

you look up at him, your vision blurred as tears spill. you grip onto felixs hand.

“i love you yn. you're not alone in this so don't push me or us away.” he gently strokes away your tears as you sob.

“i-im sorry. i'm so sorry, i didn't mean to.. it just, it hurts. it hurts so bad.” you babble, snot and tears free falling down your face.

“we know yn, but we're here. don't push us away. allow yourself to lean on us for support.” chan sits next to you, pulling your sobbing body into his chest. he hugs you tightly, the members all piling on top to surround you in hugs.

it's warm and soothing. its home.

note: i wish i could give you a bigggggg squeeze rn, thats all i've been wanting to do since. ilysvm & im always here for you ‹3

tags (open): not tagging because it doesn't feel right due to the nature of the fic/situation.

#💀👑 #skz angst #skz comfort #stray kids angst #stray kids comfort #ot8 #bang chan x reader #lee know x reader #changbin x reader #hyunjin x reader #han jisung x reader #lee felix x reader #seungmin x reader #jeongin x reader #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #skz scenarios #skz soft thoughts #skz soft hours

[whump-adjacent]

I was having Anidala feels and got an idea for an AU of this scene:

- Padmé is the one having the nightmare - She’s like full preg with the twinnies - She wakes up from her dream and starts sobbing hysterically - Anakin wakes up and freaks out, trying everything he can to comfort her, holding her, kissing her, trying to calm her down - Eventually she is able to explain that she had a terrible nightmare that seemed so real, too real - In her nightmare Anakin was being groomed by the Sith and turned to the Dark Side, then he became a murderer and killed the Jedi, then he turned against her - Anakin is horrified and promises he would never do that - Padmé says she knows this but the dream was too real, she says perhaps if their babies are force sensitive this might be giving her temporary force sensitivity - and insists her nightmare was a premonition - They argue for a while, Padmé still very worked up and Anakin becoming more and more concerned for her and their babies - Eventually he can’t take it anymore and says “that’s it! The war has had enough of our time, we need to get out of here!” - Padmé doesn’t understand. He says if it will make her happy they can just go to Naboo now, away from it all, and just stay there together until their little family arrives - She is shocked that he would suggest this, the work of the Jedi being so very important to him, but he insists she is the most important thing in his life and that if it would make her feel better they can pack up & escape to Naboo right away - “But Anakin, if we both leave at the same time, won’t it confirm that we’re together and these babies are yours?” - “Pfft, I’m sure they’ve all worked it out already - especially Obi-Wan! I’m not going to tip-toe around them at the expense of your health. Plus, if I’m not around them, how could I possibly go on a Jedi murdering spree?” - So they agree to pack up & leave the next day, Padmé’s nightmares stop, Anakin never pledges allegiance to Sidious as his apprentice - which halts his plans for order 66, and then Ahsoka gets the tip from Darth Maul that not only was Anakin being groomed by the Sith, but the Sith Lord is Palpatine - and they work it all out just in time to save Star Wars. Yay!

#anidala #star wars #anakin skywalker #padme amidala #what if #le sigh #would love to have this illustrated as a comic strip #🥹 #my prompts

[astralis-is-typing]

5 reasons why I love @aakomii

hi hi! it was my twinny's special day a few days ago (well ex-twin bc she decided to age up😔✋) and this is a short appreciation post for the girl who kept me on this app, and can't maintain one theme for more than 3 weeks❤

1) mood maker: talking to ari really energizes me. her spirit is so positive, it's beautiful really. whenever we get time to chat she always leaves me in a better mood than she found me in. i'll never forget the day we were at it for like, 2 hours straight just sending felix memes back and forth💀💀 long story short, I'm so grateful for having her in my life. even if it's from half way across the globe yk😔 there's nothing like a 'bad day' when she's online ♥

2) great storyteller: there are aspects to ari's writing style that i just have to take this opportunity to commend. her stories are really well paced and it's almost impossible to get bored mid-read. ari's also AMAZING at smaus by the way. she manages to keep their cute appeal and at the same time make them intriguing by adding enough drama. in addition, the determination ari has towards her work, even when she's deep in writer's block or lack of motivation, is simply admirable.(can't spell admire without ari tho😻). i know it's all 'just fanfiction', but this trait speaks volumes about the awesome person she surely is even outside of tumblr.

3) AMAZING event host: any time user aakomii has an event, you just know it'll be a success. and she makes them so INTERESTING?? (i still remember the 1k followers one *sobs*) the way she builds on requests is so enticing to read, because she takes these ideas and goes crazy with them in the best way. my girl has a big brain and i'm saur proud of her for it.

4) random rants and life updates: ari's page is full of little adventures that give her blog so much personality :((( it warms my heart so much pls. sometimes i'll just search up her tag ('ari's talking') to catch up on what i missed. i think the current struggle is the insane prices for enha's concert tickets so pls keep her in your thoughts and prayers y'all💀✋

5) in love with choi beomgyu: this girl is chronically and irreversibly obsessed with beomgyu and i love how unapologetic she is about it💀💀 i honestly don't think she'd give a flying fuck if anyone tried to drag her for it bfjukslhkidi she'd probably just be like "and what about it?" and just keep living on w/ life yk😭 it's gotten to a point where i see gyu and immediately think of her lmfao

⚝⚝⚝⚝⚝

happy belated birthday ari★

thought i could make a fun tag game out of this bc she loves those ;) tagging @itz-yerin bc she's my only moot who knows ari too lmao. if you're reading this and you're her moot too pls feel free to join in on the fun and hopefully make her day ♥

#my chemical hype girl #<333

[yostresswritinggirl]

I FINISHED EM I AM SOBBING WHY WAS MATH SO HARD <//3 THE REASONING, LOGIC, AND ENGLISH ONES ARE EASY THOUGH :DD its just a little bit confusing BUT I PULLED THROUGH <3333

-TOFUUUUUUHEHEEH, i ate kfc and drank coffee for the first time

Wow math really is timeless when it comes to exams haha *pats back* And this is why we focus on math, well fingers crossed your overall grade is nicely done! Congrats on finishing the entrance exam, glad you also had a nice victory meal, twinnie!

#tofu hoe #exile.goblet

[captivemuses]

Writing anything for Ada for the first time in like four or five years has put me in a damn time portal and I’m loving it already. Now if only we could gather up all the others from the old days -cries-

#ooc #I miss Cassie and Nosta and Diane sm #I miss Diana's Alice sm she was Sharon's lil sister #and Shanji omg I miss my twinny too -sobs- #I miss giving Cassie massive feels with Shelly #I miss my old Break muse messing with someone's (whose name I can't remember for the life of me) Vincent #those were such good times

[spectralhearts-blog]

@tallglassofjustice

Perhaps the reason Kit Snicket did not share her oldest brother’s obsession for definitions stemmed from the difference in their literary tastes, as poetry played with words to evoke emotion and speculative fiction worked to clearly communicate. For example, her own definition for death had become increasingly malleable since Lemony's seeming resurrection in the back of their brother's taxi and her more recent literal - and still as of yet inexplicable - one. While her older brother might grouse on for hours about the application of permanence to an clear definition, Kit had come to the following understanding: there was no defined phrase for the end of life itself that could sum up all of its conflictions. Death may be righteous, or not. Death may be intentional, or not. Death may be at the end of a long life, or cut right through the middle like a taxi in the heat of traffic. Though her brother’s own taxi followed to the letter the various traffic safety laws before it had passed into her own possession, his own death came for him. Too early, too malicious, too unrighteous, and entirely too far from her.

That being said, Kit could never associate the yellow-decked cab so dourly with the end of Jacques’ life, no matter the vehicle that had transported him to the Village of Fowl Devotees. Jacques had loved his taxi, enough to even skip out on the few evenings of entertainment the siblings could muster together during the height of V. F. D.’s noble activities - so Kit loved them too. This city was littered with them, and each time she spotted one they carried what little left of Jacques Snicket there remained in this alien world. 

So maybe that was the reason she stalled this night beside a far neighborhood’s auto-mechanical shop, watching a tuft of hair similar in color to her own continuously disappear behind the taxi’s hood. Every so often, a hand would fumble out towards the other beside them, seeking until their companion would laugh and hand over whichever tool they required. She watched as their companion suddenly turned their head at some summons from deeper within the shop and followed without a goodbye, and the figure behind the hood struck out another seeking hand - this time without a partner to answer. The occasional taxi-driver and ever-Volunteer glanced around before striding up beside them, taking another surreptitious glance into the hood to guess at which tool they were requesting.

Kit shuffled to lean up against the mobile shelf beside them, corner of her lips quirking as she assessed and subsequently rifled through the tools until she uncovered the correct socket wrench fitting. She held it out to them, and got her first clear look at the figure working on the taxi. His taxi. “He...” Her fingers fumbled as her eyes widened and her stomach sank, the fitting falling to a clatter below them and words failing before they could tumble out of her lips. 

It would be the first time in this city that the phrase ghosts of the past would be apt.

#tallglassofjustice #>> ꜰɪʟᴇ:// snicket‚ k. └ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪɴᴅ ʜᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴛʜᴏᴜꜱᴀɴᴅ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ┐ #>> ꜰɪʟᴇ:// snicket‚ k. // interactions #death mention tw #/ just One Time i would like to chill when im trying out a starter for a new character for the first time #/ time to sob @ twinnies

[pinknerdpanda]

Reunited

Word Count: 3,530

Characters: Sam x Reader

Warnings: ANGST, fluff, a curse word or two...i mean, it IS me.

A/N: This is my (extremely late) entry for @atc74​’s Duets Reboot Challenge. Sorry I didn’t get it done sooner babes! Thanks for your patience! My prompt was the song “I Knew You Were Waiting” by George Michael and Aretha Franklin and I used some of the lyrics below. They are bolded. This is also the first in a long time that I have written Sam Winchester and I realized how much I missed him. This takes place between seasons 7 and 8 in a world where the awful Amelia didn’t exist. Flashback is in italics.

Beta’d by @shy-violet-soul​ and my twinny @hannahindie​ I love you dearly. Thank you for supporting me and reading my words and loving me.

gif not mine - x

Reunited

Sam Winchester knew the taste of victory; tangy and bittersweet, and somehow a bit stale. He’d fought and won so many battles he’s lost count, and even in the darkest of times, savored the flavor on his tongue like a memory. But this was not victory. This was agony.

He’d seen Dean die many times - a fact that still perplexed him after all these years. It was always the same; excruciatingly painful to watch and powerless to stop it. But even as Dean’s last breath drained from his lungs, Sam had hope. Hope that if there was something he could do - some spell or deal or alliance - Dean could come back to life again.  But Dean hadn’t died - at least not that he could prove. It was like he vanished into thin air. Nothing Sam had encountered up to that point could have prepared him for the realization that he was well and truly alone. 

Dean was gone. 

Leviathans, Dick Roman, Crowley, Cas’ betrayal; he could have handled it all and dealt with the fallout after the dust had settled as long as Dean was by his side. But he wasn’t and Sam couldn't. 

Sam felt hollow, a battered and crumbling shell of the man he’d once been. He found himself lurking in the darkness, consumed by the shadows of his old life. What the hell was he supposed to do? Go after him? All well and good if he’d had the slightest idea of where Dean had gone. Or was he supposed to continue the work his father started all those years ago? Dean or no Dean, the monsters remained. And as far as he could tell, no matter what he did - how much he sacrificed himself and his body - the monsters would always be there. So why should he try?

And so Sam stopped, allowing the numbness to overtake him instead. He was numb in a way that brought on thoughts of frigid winter evenings and toes nearly frostbitten. Numb in a way that was so much the opposite of the humid evening air that hung heavy around him. Sweat beaded against his hairline, dampened his undershirt and collected in places he’d rather not think too hard about. But the breathtaking summer heat did nothing to thaw the frozen rock inside his chest.

Long hours of aimless driving brought him to this town and when the familiarity settled on him, Sam frowned. Out of all the places in all the world how had he ended up here? There was a reason he’d planned to keep this place in the rearview mirror, but apparently his subconscious had disagreed.

Nothing had changed much in his years since high school. The same aged brick buildings loomed hauntingly around him as his feet carried him down what has once been a well-worn path. Ancient street lamps flickered helplessly above, their lights providing the bare minimum of defense against the darkness of night. 

Looking up, Sam checked his bearings as he brushed the sweat from his eyes with the sleeve of his shirt. If he remembered correctly - and if nothing had changed - Sam should be coming up on the shop that…

Sam���s internal monologue came to grinding halt as his eyes roamed over the figure in the window ahead of him. Surely not. It was his mind playing another in a long line of cruel jokes on him; it must be. How else could he explain the sight of her...here? 

She hadn't changed much that Sam could tell from this distance. Her hair was a little longer, but still the same shade of deep violet she had ways loved. Gauging from the fringed, lace duster, leggings, and boots, her affinity for black clothing hadn't changed either. A man approached her and Sam watched in awe as a smile bloomed on her lips; the very same one he'd fallen head over heels for long ago.

It was like the last 18 years were nothing more than a breath behind him. 

Before he realized it, Sam found his long legs had carried him closer to the shop; to her. His breath hitched and his heart jumped as he opened the door. 

Her lilting laugh sent chills down his spine, but the abrupt silence that followed made his hands shake. Her eyes nearly bulged from her skull and her dark purple lips parted on a bewildered gasp. The look shared between them seemed to linger for hours, both frozen in place as memories danced behind their eyes.

The man she’d been speaking with before cleared his throat and ducked his head. The sound shook Sam out of his haze enough to register the need to move from in front of the door so the man could pass. The bell tinkled as he exited, leaving them alone in a room thick with unspent tension.

“Sam,” she breathed. “Is that really you?”

Sam nodded, mesmerized by the way his name still sounded like velvet on her tongue. 

Hesitant steps brought her around the counter and mere feet from him. Chipped black nails dug into the skin of her palms as she clenched her fists and released. 

Sam smiled. He’d seen her face a million times in his head over their years apart, but time had slowly eroded the image he’d retained. He was suddenly overwhelmed by the realization that his own memories had betrayed him, leaving him only a poor substitute of the exquisite beauty she was.

His heart thrumming erratically, he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her before he could even process his own actions. She hummed, her own arms snaking around his waist and her face pressed against his chest. Sam’s head dropped, his nose pressed into her hair and he inhaled. 

Something inside him shifted then. Weeks spent hanging on by a thread, barely able to hold himself together enough to keep putting one foot in front of the other; pain, anger, hopelessness, exhaustion, fear - it all came crashing down on him in that moment. She held him as uncontrollable sobs shook his massive frame, her palms kneading soothing patterns against his back and soft, comforting words fell from her lips in a whisper.

Only once the tears stopped and his breathing returned to something resembling a normal cadence did he pull back. She smiled up at him with sad eyes for a moment before she untangled her fingers from the fabric of his shirt. Sam watched as she moved behind him, locking the door and flipping the “open” sign. When she finished, she grabbed his hand and he let her drag her through the shop and into the back room.

The room wasn’t large, but it fit a desk, couch, small fridge and some filing cabinets. She motioned for him to take a seat before grabbing two bottles of water from the fridge and the box of tissues from the desk. She sat next to Sam, handing him a water and placing the tissues between them.

He chuckled, the sound watery to his own ears, and thanked her.

Silence lingered, but not in an uncomfortable way. Despite having not seen each other in nearly two decades, Sam found himself at ease with her as he’d once been. He felt safe.

“What brought you to town, Sam?” 

Long fingers played along the lid of his water as Sam huffed a laugh.

“I’m, uh,” he pursed his lips, eyes trained on the bottle in his hands. “I’m not exactly sure, to be honest. I just kind of started driving and ended up here.”

She hummed and Sam chanced a look at her. Her brows were drawn in up consideration and she chewed absently on her lower lip.

“Not that I’m complaining,” she mused, not looking at him. “But of all the places you could have wound up, you sure picked a pretty crap town.”

Sam laughed, the sound much closer to sincere than it had been in weeks.

“I don’t know, y/n. It’s not so bad.” He met her gaze. “Some of my favorite memories are in this place.”

Y/n smiled as she ducked her head. 

“What about you? I thought you were gettin’ the hell outta Dodge as soon as graduation was over?” Sam’s voice held a hint of teasing in his genuinely curious words.

Sighing, y/n sat back and tipped her head toward the ceiling. Sam wondered if it was the question in general that made her uncomfortable or the fact that it reminded her of the promise he’d broken. 

“I tried. Left for a while, but you know what they say. There’s no place like home.” Rolling her head toward him, she shrugged.

“That is what they say,” Sam echoed hollowly. He was in no position to empathize, having had no real home of his own. But he tried. “I’m sorry.”

“Oh don’t be, Sam.” She laughed, sitting back up and tucking a foot under her thigh. “I’m happy, for the most part.”

Sam nodded, unsure how to respond, but needing to address the guilt weighing heavy in his mind.

“Y/n, what happened...back then...I wish...” Sam began, but she waved him off. 

“Water under the bridge.” Her smile was relaxed and warm.

“No,” Sam shook his head, his eyes scanning the carpet fibers as though his thoughts were written there. “No, you deserved so much more. I never would have stood you up at prom, if I’d had a choice. I was furious with my dad for moving us that night. I begged him to let us stay one more night, or at least call you and explain, but there was nothing I could do. My family has always been a little...uh...nomadic. We never stayed in one place for too long, but it was my senior year, and Dad said it would be different…”  Sam shoved his fingers through his dark hair roughly.

“I know, Sam.”

Sam scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Not really.”

Y/n placed a hand on his forearm, drawing his attention to her. “I’m really sorry about your brother, Sam.”

Sam froze. 

“What are you talking about?”

“Your brother? Dean?” 

Sam nodded slowly. “Uh-huh. And?”

Narrowing her gaze, y/n bit her lip, thoughtfully. “Did you happen to notice anything different about the store when you came in?”

“Am I having a stroke or something?” Sam stared at her, his face scrunched and his eyes wide. “What does the store have to do with Dean? And what does Dean have to do with prom?”

Y/n shook her head, chuckling lightly. She stood up, hand outstretched toward Sam. He looked between her offered palm and the amused expression on her lips. 

“Come on, I want to show you something.” Y/n smiled, tipping her head toward the door.

Sam took her hand and was surprised to find her actually succeeding in bringing him to his feet. He shot her a wry grin and she shrugged.

“I’m stronger than I look, Sam.” Winking at him, she pulled him back into the empty store. 

He had been so intently focused on seeing y/n that evening that he really hadn’t paid any mind to the interior. Looking around now, however, he realized how much things truly had changed.

“When my dad started this shop, it was a simple used book store.”

"Yeah, it's where we met," Sam blushed.

Glancing around, he spotted a familiar brown chair and the memory of that day came flooding back.

"It is." Y/n smiled.

Sam saw the flicker of something in her eyes and he guessed she was reliving the moment in her own head as much as he was.

The first day in a new school was never easy and Sam found himself seeking the comfort in the form of paper and ink and the musty smells of adventures waiting to be had. He’d seen the bookstore on his way to school that morning, and he had a sneaking suspicion it was just the place he was needing.

The overhead bell tinkled as he walked in. The sheer number of books crammed into every inch of the shelves lining the walls was incredible. It would take him ages just to find a book in this place, and Sam couldn’t have been more excited about the prospect. 

He quietly surveyed the shelves, trying to decide the best place to start his quest when his gaze fell on her.

She looked so serene with her nose buried in the yellowed pages of a worn paperback and legs sprawled sideways across an enormous, overstuffed brown chair. Sam recognized her from school earlier in the day; the shimmering violet hue of her hair, brilliant even in the dim lights of the store, was enough for her to stand out, but it was her eyes - wide and full of mischief and wonder - that he’d been drawn to first. 

His first instinct was to turn around and pretend he had never been there. But before he could, those same wide eyes found his and he froze.

“Hey! You’re the new guy, right?” Her inky black lips drew up in a heart-stopping smile. "I saw you at school earlier. I think we have a class together."

Clearing his throat once, and again for good measure, he introduced himself.

“My name’s Sam,” he grimaced at the way his voice cracked slightly around the single syllable of his name. “Sam Winchester.”

“Nice to meet ya, Sam! I’m y/n.” 

Y/n snapped her book closed and stood, tossing it in the now vacant seat. 

“Can I help you find something? First book’s on the house,” she winked at him.

Sam opened his mouth, intending to refuse the offer when a stocky, mustached man appeared in the doorway behind the counter. The man nodded at Sam before turning his attention to y/n, a gentle chiding expression washing over his face.

“Sweet pea, you’ve gotta quit saying that,” he tsked softly. “We can’t sell any books if you give them all away!”

Y/n’s face scrunched up in guilt, but Sam noticed the playful glint in her eyes that seemed to contradict her expression.

“Sorry, Daddy. Last time, I promise.” 

Sam stepped forward. “I’m sorry, Sir. I didn’t mean to...I was gonna pay for…”

The man waved him off.

“Don’t worry about it, son. Y/n’s just got a big heart and I can’t exactly fault her for that,” he huffed a laugh and shook his head lovingly. “Just like her mother.”

Y/n cleared her throat and shook her head, a smile playing at her lips.

"Anyway, a few years back, before he passed, some folks came in asking about these strange texts. Dad was never one to pass up the chance to learn something new, so he researched it a bit. It took some time, but he was able to track down a copy for them.

“A week later, a husband and wife came in saying someone had told them we might be able to help them. Jump forward six months and our little used book shop had become a hunter’s library and spell apothecary. Need a hard to come-by text? Missing that one ingredient for a binding spell? Look no further.”

Sam’s jaw went slack as she spoke, his hazel eyes growing wider and wider. Looking around now, it all made sense. Tall shelves still lined the walls, but rather than tattered paperbacks and crumbling spines, the shelves held large, leather bound books, document boxes and an assortment of glass jars lined up neatly. The space above the door was littered with faint, though recognizable protection sigils and, looking closer, he found the window sills lined with salt.  Y/n gave his arm a gentle squeeze and continued.

“Imagine my surprise when I overhear a few people talking about Sam and Dean Winchester, the men the angels and demons fear,” she shrugged. “I asked around and heard all about your harrowing adventures. Starting the apocalypse, stopping the apocalypse, dying...like a lot. I kind of made it a habit to check up on you from time to time. It was strange because some days I felt just as close to you as we were in high school and others...it felt like there was this insurmountable mountain between us. Sounds kinda creepy saying it out loud, really. I can’t really explain it, but I always had this feeling that I’d see you again.”

Sam blinked, his mind desperately trying to make sense of what she’d just told him. Somehow y/n knew; about hunting, monsters, him. She knew. And at that realization Sam felt the tightness in his chest ease ever so slightly, the frost that encased his heart slowly ebbing away.

“So, all of that to say...I am really sorry about what happened to your brother.” Her brow furrowed as she met his gaze. “That Dick Roman was really aptly named, wasn’t he?”

Despite the confusion and the pain and the sheer absurdity of the whole situation, Sam laughed. Not the sad, pitiful sound he’d grown accustomed to making. No, Sam laughed. The sound rumbled through his chest and forced the dimple in his cheek to show. A small rush of warmth flooded his chest as he sucked in a breath, dabbing at the corners of his eyes.

“So you know, then? You know everything?” Sam eyed her.

“I mean obviously I don’t know everything, but thank you for assuming it’s possible that I could.” She nudged his shoulder playfully and grinned. “You flatter me, Sam Winchester.”

Sam shook his head, the gears in his brain still trying to click into place. “I can’t believe this. Any of it. I never thought I’d see you again, but now I’m here and you’re...I don’t have to make excuses or lie. You understand.” Sam frowns. “I wish I had known sooner. I have thought about you so many damn times over the years. I wanted to look you up, but I didn’t want to drag you into any of this. I wish I could go back to that day...”

Y/n stopped him.

“Listen. I don’t regret a single moment. Sure I can look back and see all those disappointments; prom, graduation. Any more, I just laugh. If any one thing had gone differently - if you’d convinced your dad to let you stay, or if you’d looked me up - I’m afraid the world would be an even darker place than it is now.”

Grabbing Sam’s hand, y/n squeezed as her eyes found his. He studied her gaze, surprised but relieved to see the mischief and wonder hadn’t waned over the years. But there was something else. Something Sam recognized, but couldn’t even begin to hope for; love.

“I believe in free will, Sam. But seeing you walk through those doors tonight? For a second it felt like we were drawn together through destiny.” 

The frozen pit behind his ribs thawed - little by little - as she spoke. All this time she was just out there, waiting until they met again. Waiting for him.

Sam cupped y/n’s face, his thumb brushing lightly over her cheek. Y/n’s eyelashes fluttered at his touch and she sighed, leaning into his palm. 

“Ever since Dean,” Sam paused, swallowing the lump in his throat. He closed his eyes and steeled himself before looking at her again. Her gentle gaze grounded him further and he found his voice to continue. “Ever since he disappeared, I have felt so lost. Dean was all I had left and I didn’t think I could go on without him. And then I wound up here. Finding you, knowing you understand...it’s the first time I’ve felt anywhere close to being whole.”

Y/n placed her hand over his and turned her head to kiss his palm. 

“You don’t have to be lost any more, Sam. I can help you. We can find Dean together.”

Sam’s eyes burned at her words, at the promise she was offering him. “Y/n...I can’t ask you…”

Y/n cut him off with a press of her lips against his, he felt her smile into the kiss as his body went rigid. When she moved to pull away, he stopped her, his large hand cradling the back of her head and urging her closer. He kissed her back with everything he had, pouring out every emotion he’d felt in her absence from his life. She swallowed down every fear, pain, anger and frustration that Sam offered up.

When Sam broke the kiss, gasping for air, he found her smiling back up at him. Her eyes glassy and her lipstick smudged lips beautifully kiss-swollen, she traced his bottom lip with the tip of her finger.

“You’re not asking me to do anything, Sam. I’m offering.”

Sam’s shoulders sagged, this time in relief as the final dregs of ice melted away from his heart. As though she could sense his need, y/n wrapped her arms around him and held him tightly. Sam pressed a kiss against her crown before she tilted her head back to look into his eyes.

“Welcome home, Sam.”

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[ickle-ronniekins]

Congratulations on 4k!!! You're such an amazing person and you deserve it so much. ❤️

🍄 A random fact about me is that I first watched HP when I was maybe 8 or 9 and it absolutely terrified me. I had a nightmare about Prof Quirrel/Voldemort (idk that was just traumatising for me) the same night and every time my parents would watch the movies I would leave the room, because I was so afraid. Idk when I actually enjoyed HP, but it was before the last movie came out, I borrowed the books from a friend so I knew what will happen in the last part. However I was never really obsessed with it until this year. Now I'm reading the books (second hand copies because I don't want to support jkr) for the first time in English and it's so fun. I never thought I would become obsessed with it after years– but here I am simping over some redheaded twins lmao 😂

Anyway I hope you have a great rest sleepover, again you deserve it so much. Your writing is out of this world and if you're going to write your own story I'm the first person to buy it. ❤️

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hey there sunshine! :) thank you so much for your sweet words, you’re so kind! i’m sobbing at them oh my gosh. hopefully one day i can publish a book.... but for now, i’ll just write twinny fics :) thank you so so much <3 thanks for following along and thank you for participating!

oh my gosh. that’s so cute! i definitely do not blame you for being so scared -- it’s terrifying, especially at a young age! i love that you found your love of ‘harry potter’ in your own time. so many people ask me “why are you still obsessed with it? it ended years ago” and i hate that. we can love whatever we want, when we want too! and it’s honestly such a huge phenomenon, i don’t believe it’s going anywhere haha. and honestly? i feel that about fred and george. i’m just here, irrevocably in love with fictional characters LOL.

a little fact about me is that i actually hated reading when i was younger. there was nothing i disliked more. i had a lot of issues with comprehension when i was a little girl (probably between first and third grade) which made me upset and annoyed whenever i had to read anything. but then i realized, it wasn’t reading i hated, it was what i was reading. i had all these awful books for school i had to read, and none of them appealed to me. then i started ‘harry potter’ in first grade (i did have to do a lot of rereading with this because that is a lot for a six year old to take in HAHA) but i just absolutely adored it and realized how much i LOVED READING. now reading is all i do. i’ve found what i like to read and i charge forth and find every single fic/story/book i can that revolves around my interests. reading is so fun :)

[tsundereos]

hi, 19!

uh oh i supposed to write this on december the 12th but its alr 14th now, issokay nvm time flies that fast after all.

so!!!!!!!!!!! yup, ini cuma coretan coretan buat isi tumblr dimana nanti pas udah gede mau aku liat lagi, how did i survive back then.

ㅡ

This year i have passed so many experiences, started from being a broken hearted woman, dealing with break up and healing myself. Selena was right, i need to lose you to love me. Dari yang sebelumnya i can't even deal with people yang toxic, sekarang i'm fine and can handle it all by myself because after all, i can only stand by myself. Speaking the truth, i didn't even know apapun hal hal nakal, mulai dari stuffs like drunk, hangover, sex or anything like that. Tapi, sekarang, ya mau ga mau harus tau? Risih sih, banget malah. Tapi yaudahlah, dosa juga dosanya orang, can't do anything about it. So yeap! i started to accepting how people living their wild life even if i hate it, so much. Terus, apalagi ya? Oiya, this year i met several people from twitter that are really nice, even if we're just internet friends? they would buy me foods, or stuffs *sobs*. Shout out to korea kw!!!!😋🤟

To myself in the future, karena kamu pelupa, aku sebutin nama nama yang made you so happy this year within twitter :

temen2 terbego, terjulid, gaada akhlaknya samsek bnr bnr udah ga waras dr dulu but really cares of me: ila, vara, ayis, aba gija

temen cowo dr dulu sampe skrg masih ada walaupun ilang ilangan kl muncul langsung ngobrol sepanjang tol : rano, gavin, dirga, ARDHAN HEYYYY BNR BNR DR TAHUN 2014 SI ARDHAN MAH WKWKKWKWKWKWWK pls know that i mentioned you in my personal account🤩

masih banyak lagi mulai dari snowbol, yang ada ketiya si orgil😥 abel, pojey, jeponnie! trs ada my twinnie, keyra, udah ya galaunya hey?!

um its almost the finish line so, raefal, raefalie. best best bestfriend ever. i woof u. gpp lo nya syg yudhis ak gpdl yg penting asu aku sayang u haghag🤟😋

Lastly, last but not least, hi alden. tukang marah2, asli serem bgt kalo situ udah ngamuk hiks #takutttt😥 kaku bgt loves bahasa kaku kl ngucapin apa2 yg penting, tp tetep lusyu sih?! sok kuat padahal engga mah sbnrnya, kamu capek kan? bebannya banyak gitu. tp masih bisa spend a little time with me, dengerin aku sambat, ceramahin, dll. I'm glad you're here, thank you.

DAH ITU AJA DEH, LANJUT LAGI KAPAN KAPAN. SEE U.😎

[hannahindie]

Follow the Stars

Characters: Sam, Reader, Cas (mentioned) Pairing: Cas x Reader Word Count: 1,402 Warnings: animal death (not detailed), sad reader, mention of major character death, all the fluffy best friend!Sam. A/N: I wrote this after I found the most beautiful bird on my porch. It was obvious it wasn’t going to make it, so I sat with him until he was gone, then buried him. I had an idea that I ran past @pinknerdpanda, and after much pondering, this happened. Beta’d by my beautiful water bear, @trexrambling, my sweet, gorgeous twinny, @pinknerdpanda, and the always wonderful and glowing @masksandtruths. Thank you friends. :) As always, tags are at the bottom. If you’d like to be tagged, please let me know.

(Image found on google - Credit: Dayna Walton)

I looked down at the creature nestled in my hands, it's small body a warm weight against my skin. Bright blue and indigo and turquoise feathers rustled in the wind, the black highlights catching the setting sun and gleaming. I sighed, realizing that before long, the warmth would be gone and that eventually I'd have to move from my spot and discard it. I wasn't quite ready for that though, so I continued to sit, cradling it's small head with my thumb as I stroked its wing.

Sometimes I came up to the roof to get away, and today wasn't much different, aside from the bright flash of color I noticed near one of the walls. Distracted from the real reason I had come up here, I walked over to investigate and found the small bird, barely breathing and only one eye open.

It was still one of the most gorgeous things I've ever seen. Nothing was outwardly wrong with its appearance; in fact, if it hadn't been laying on the ground, it would have looked perfect. My heart ached at the thought of it being alone, and before I realized what I was doing, I picked it up and its tiny black eye focused on me. I'd never given much thought about whether birds could feel fear; I'm sure in some capacity they do, and looking at it, I realized I couldn't leave it. I settled onto the roof and began my watch, stroking its head and wings and telling it it would be okay.

I knew it wasn't going to be okay. Nothing ever is, so why would this be the exception? I watched as the even breaths became shorter and shorter, its tiny beak opening and closing and all the while, that small, black eye stayed locked with mine. Finally, with one stretch of its wing, its beak closed and it was over. It wasn't bloody or violent, I'm not even sure it felt much of anything. If it felt fear, that was over. Just a gentle, final exhalation and it was done. To be honest, I was a little jealous. I know that none of our endings would be this easy, this quiet and dignified. No, Cas’ death proved that; expected and unexpected, bloody, cruel, and unfair.

My thoughts were interrupted by the pained creak of the roof door as it swung open, and I looked up to see Sam walking towards me.

“Hey, Y/N.”

“Hey.”

He stopped just short of where I was and looked down, “What is that?”

“It's a bird,” I replied without looking up. The blue was distracting, bright and familiar, and I couldn't stop staring at it.

“Ah…” He knelt next to me, and I was surprised when he reached out and gently smoothed its feathers with his thumb, “He's beautiful.”

“Yea...he was.”

“Do you know what kind of bird this is?” I shook my head and he continued, “It’s an indigo bunting. I’m curious as to why it’s here, though, they’re native to the east coast, and further south into Texas and Mexico. We’re right on the edge of its migration path, I don’t think I’ve ever seen any around here.”

“How'd it get here?”

Sam shrugged, “Hard to tell. Maybe he just got a little lost, knocked off course. They usually migrate at night, they use the stars to navigate. I’ve always thought that was really cool.”

I nodded, “Yea...it is cool. How do you know it’s a ‘he’?”

Sam smoothed his thumb along the feathers again, gently tucked his fingertips under its wing, and lifted it so that the brilliant blue and turquoise feathers were on display.

“Male indigo buntings are usually blue with brown edges, so they look mostly brown because of the way the feathers lay. They turn this bright blue and indigo when it’s mating season. The females stay brown all the time.”

“Oh…” I ran a finger tip gently along the top of his head, still in awe at how soft his feathers were. “Sam?”

“Yea?”

“How do you know so much about indigo buntings?”

He laughed quietly, “Well, when you’re a kid on the road and don’t have much in the way of entertainment, you pay attention. I think we were driving through Ohio, and we stopped at this run down motel. Dad and Dean had gone out to investigate and I got left behind. It was summertime, so I didn’t have school, and I walked to the nearby park. There wasn’t much there, a couple of rusty swings and a slide, but there were a lot of trees so I walked around, hung out in the shade. I noticed one right on the edge of the woods, sitting in a small tree and surrounded by brush. It was beautiful, it stood out so much. I don’t know why, but it stuck with me and I had no idea what kind it was, so the next day I went to the library and looked it up in an old copy of Audobon’s Birds of America.” He gently shifted its wing back and sighed, “I haven’t seen one since, at least not until today. It’s a shame it was like this, though. I wish you could have seen it.”

“Yea, me too.” I stared down at the small bird, and the grief I had been holding back pulled in my chest, gouging away at the wall I had put up. All I could think about were bright blue eyes, deep and serious most of the time, but soft and gentle when we were alone, twinkling with a newfound understanding of life and love. “It isn’t fair, Sam.”

“I know.”

“I’m not talking about the bird.”

“I know you aren’t.” I heard him sigh, then felt a hand settle onto my shoulder, “He’ll be back, Y/N. He always comes back.”

The blue feathers blurred as the tears I had been fighting threatened to spill, “No, he isn’t, Sam. Lucifer stabbed him with an angel blade. His wings…” A sob escaped me, and Sam’s arm slipped around my shoulders. “He’s gone. All that’s left is a shadow on the sand and the broken human he left behind.” My fingers curled around the bird, its feathers still soft but the body cool to the touch, and I let the tears fall. “How is he supposed to find his way back when there’s nothing left?”

Sam pulled me into his side and rested his chin on my head, “The thing with indigo buntings is, they’re wonderful at navigating. As long as they can see the sky, they’re perfect navigators, better than any sailor. But when you take them away, they become disoriented, and they lose their way. Cas just lost his view of the stars and it’s taking him awhile to find his way home.”

“How? We don't even know where he is.”

“No, we don't...but he doesn't need the sky, Y/N. All he needs is you, and he's got that with him.”

I looked up at Sam and he gave me a soft, lopsided smile, enough to show one of his dimples, and the tightness in my chest eased up a little. “You really think that's true?”

“I do. Now-” he stood up and offered me his hand- “let’s find a nice spot to put that little guy to rest. I hear Netflix calling our names, and it can be anything you want.”

I accepted his hand, still cradling the small bird to my chest with my other hand, “Really? Anything?”

He nodded, “Scout’s honor. Won't even complain.”

“You were never a scout, but I'll take it,” I laughed as we crossed the roof.

I stopped as we got to the door and looked up at the sky. The stars were coming out, one by one sparkling in the quickly darkening vastness, and I closed my eyes. Come back to me, Castiel, I thought, a silent prayer in case he was able to hear me, come back to your star. I opened my eyes in time to see a shooting star zip across the sky, so fast I nearly missed it. Sam had already disappeared down the stairs, but I knew what I'd seen. I looked down at the beautiful creature in my hand, then back up into the cloudless night, and I knew that my sweet bird would find his way home.

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[redwylde]

ooo!! i have a choukei hc that they're the ones who were born closest time wise, and that they have an uncanny ability to finish each others sentences a lot.

I LOOOOVEEEE “BORN CLOSEST TOGETHER” HCS!! So good [sobs] You have fine taste, Anon.They are the most “twinny” of all six of them, I love that.

OMG could you imagine. Oso is mad about Kara’s painfulness because they used to be able to finish each other’s sentences but Kara got painful and now Oso doesn’t know wtf he’s saying anymore xD

#Oso: We had a cool sextuplet superpower thing going on and then you had to go and ruin it #dkbbksbkdbkdbdb #anonymous asks

[mitsukui]

Just thought I’d stop by to tell you that you have me SOBBING every time you give my writing so much love! I still can’t believe you read my fics - you’re just too wonderful at writing, oh my gosh.

Excuse my rambling, but Ily ily ily, twinnie!!! 😩💗😩💗🧎🏼🧎🏼

Oh, twinnie! How could I not read your fics, and give your writing so much love?! 😩 

You really are so freaking talented, and you never fail to leave me mindblown! You deserve all the recognition and support in the universe, and I’m glad to be able to give you a bit of those somehow.

Please, teach me your ways!!!! I wanna be like you!!!

I love you!!! ❤️❤️❤️

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[lentimental]

You fixed it!!! :) Twinny~ can I request a fic where Rin is kidnapped and Len has to come rescue his princess? ❤️

Three days before Rin disappeared, Len had last seen her in person around lunch time at school. They sometimes met up with one another after school to walk home together on the days when they didn’t have club activities to attend. He had heard that both of their clubs were not meeting that day, but Rin had never shown up at their usual meeting spot by the front gate. He had waited for two hours, constantly texting and calling her phone to try and find out where she was, but she never picked up. He had a funny feeling in the pit of his stomach, but he thought of it as nothing but him being hungry. Giving up, he went home. He fully expected Rin to have went home without him and that maybe she lost her phone, but she wasn’t there. During dinner, he asked their mother if she knew where Rin was but she had told him that she had no idea, then suggested that maybe she went over to a friend’s house and was having too much fun to check her phone. Len had his doubts, but accepted it anyway.

~~~

Len stayed up that night until the wee hours of the morning, waiting to see if Rin would come home. Sleep deprived, he had asked his mother once again if she had received any messages or calls from his sister, but turned out that she had still not contacted either one of them. His mother suggested that maybe she spent the night at her friend’s house and her phone had died, but he could tell that she was actually beginning to worry. His mother was not one to jump to conclusions right away, and didn’t want to think the worst of things if at all possible. It was the beginning of the weekend, so his mother’s suggestion couldn’t be too far off. However, Len still had that funny feeling in the pit of his stomach. He called the police department to file a missing person’s report, but all they had to say to him was that she could be with friends or she could have run away. Len knew without a doubt that Rin would never run away from home, but the police had insisted that if she hadn’t been missing for a full twenty-four hours, then there was nothing they could do but that they would keep a look out just in case something came up on their radio. Frustrated, Len could do nothing but wait for a possible phone call, text, or for Rin herself to walk through the door.

~~~

When the second day rolled around, Len knew for a fact that something was wrong. Even if Rin had stayed at a friend’s house and her phone died, she would have at least called from her friend’s house or even come home to notify him and their mother. Running away was out of the question and Len could only conclude one thing: his twin was kidnapped. Anxiety fueling him, he walked into Rin’s room, hoping that maybe he could find some clues. He knew that not only strangers, but even people that they knew could be possible suspects. Tearing his sister’s room apart, he found nothing but her diary. His worry overtaking his sense to not go through other people’s personal belongings, he opened it and read through the entirety of it. He had hoped to find the phone numbers of her friends or even their addresses, but there was only one thing that was off-putting. He knew of all of Rin’s friends listed in her diary and had even hung out with them occasionally, but there was one name written that he had never personally met: Alice. Rin would talk about her every now and then, but Len had never actually seen this girl. That fact alone didn’t sit well with him.

Later that night, Len sat atop the curved staircase of their house, listening in on his mother’s phone conversation. “I don’t know where she could be! It’s been two days and we haven’t been able to get ahold of her!” She was worried and confused, he could tell. “No! She’d never run away from home! Rin’s a good girl, officer. I don’t know why you can’t seem to understand that.” Frustration was clear in her voice and although he couldn’t see his mother’s face, he knew she must have been furrowing her brows. “Why don’t you just shut up and look for my daughter?!” He heard the phone slam down, cutting the connection abruptly. After hearing a small thump, Len peered down through the bars of the hand rail. His mother sat on the floor, her knees to her chest and her shoulders shaking. Small sobs were the only thing heard throughout the silent house and that’s when Len decided. He was going to find his sister and bring her back home.

~~~

The afternoon of the third day, Len wandered around the school aimlessly. He had spent all morning searching for Rin’s friends but had found not one of them. Normally, he’d run across them without meaning to but now that he was actually looking for them, it was like finding a needle in a haystack. He searched around the cafeteria during lunch, again finding no one. Upon leaving through the cafeteria doors however, he spotted a glimpse of teal hair making its way to the school courtyard. Pushing past the sea of people, he maneuvered his way through the crowd. “Miku!” he had called out, successfully gaining her attention. He almost fell in front of her feet, but caught himself before he could. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you! Where have you been?” he was panting slightly, having rushed over to the girl as fast as he could.

“I’ve been in class.” Miku furrowed her brows, genuinely confused where Len was getting at. He had never tried to seek her out before so she wondered what it was he could possibly want. “By the way, have you seen Rin around? I’ve been looking for her all day.”

“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about,” he admitted, taking her by the wrist and leading her to a more isolated spot. “Last Friday, did Rin hang out with you after school?” Miku was his sister’s best friend so if he was going to find out anything, his best bet was to ask her.

“No, she didn’t. I asked her if she wanted to do karaoke but she told me that she had already promised to go to Alice’s house to work on a project they were paired up to do for science,” Miku explained, the confusion on her face deepening. “She didn’t tell you?”

There was that name again. Alice. “No, she didn’t. In fact, I haven’t heard from her at all since last Friday. She hasn’t come home.” The confused look on Miku’s face switched to one of worry within seconds. She opened her mouth to ask more questions, but Len cut her off before she could. “I need you to tell me where I can find Alice.”

Opening and closing her mouth like a fish, it took her a minute to actually respond. “I think I saw her go to the Art room a couple minutes–” Len bolted down the hallway in the direction of the Art room before Miku could finish her sentence.

Once he got there, he threw open the door. He looked around the room and saw a startled girl staring at him as she sat in front of a painting she was working on. “Are you Alice? Rin’s friend?” he questioned, but only received a small nod in response. “Did you happen to hang out with my sister last Friday?”

Taking a moment to regain her bearings, Alice turned in her seat to face him. “N-no, I didn’t,” she stuttered, her hands on her lap and gripping the edge of her skirt. “T-the last time I saw her was during lunch time… Why do you ask…?”

Len could only sigh, frustration enveloping him once more. “It’s nothing, sorry. I just thought she might have met up with you to work the science project you guys needed to do.”

“We hadn’t made any plans to get together to work on the project yet… Is she okay?” Alice looked worried. “You’re not mad at her, are you…?”

Len blinked a few times, surprise clear on his face. “No, no, I’m not mad… I’m just looking for her is all. I’m sorry to disturb you.” He took a small bow before closing the door to the Art room. As he walked away, he grimaced. He knew she was lying. Her timidness was all an act. But what he couldn’t figure out was why. Why was she lying to him? He didn’t know but he was determined to find out.

After school had ended, Len had found Alice and followed her from a distance. The girl stopped to talk to no one, despite some of the attempts some other students had made and had walked straight home. He found it strange, seeing as how Rin always seemed to depict the girl as somewhat of a social butterfly when she spoke to him about her. He sat at the turning corner of the block, pulling on his jacket and throwing the hood on over his head. Not only did he not want to be immediately recognized, but it was starting to get chilly outside as the hours passed by.

Len waited patiently, watching Alice’s house for anything unusual that he would be able to pick up. Pulling out his phone, he saw that it was already almost nine at night and decided to shoot his mother a text, telling her that he was studying late at a friend’s house for a test he had the next day. There was no reason to make her worry about both of her children. As he hit send, he heard someone scream out his name. Startled, it took him a moment to realize that it was Rin’s voice that he had just heard. He looked around frantically, not seeing her anywhere in sight. He heard a yelp before everything went silent and looked in the direction of Alice’s house. “I knew it,” he muttered, feeling anger well up within him.

Len quietly walked over to the house, sneaking his way into the yard. He slowly traveled the entire perimeter of the building, peeking in through the windows as he snuck by them. The lights were on, but there was no sign of anyone within the building. Either Alice was on the second floor, where he could not see, or she had a basement. He assumed the latter, considering he didn’t see any lights on through the windows in the upper level. Picking the lock on the back door of the house, he slipped off his shoes and backpack to make for a quieter entry.

Tip-toeing his way around the lower half of house, he heard a voice coming from a crack in one of the doors. Getting closer to it, he pushed it open a tad bit more and discovered there were stairs leading down to a basement. Pushing the door open even more, he thanked whatever gods existed that the door did not make any squeaking noises. He crouched down low, slowly making his way down the stairs. The light in the basement was relatively dim, which made it a tad bit easier for him to conceal himself in the shadows. Upon reaching the bottom of the staircase, he noticed movement at the other end of the room. Seeing blonde hair, he knew it was Rin.

Len took his chances and snuck even closer so he could assess his sister’s state. The first thing he noticed was that her uniform was cut to ribbons. The way it hung off of Rin’s body made him notice that even her bra was cut off. Normally, Len would turn his head away, but given the circumstances, he willed himself to keep looking. The next thing he noticed was that her favorite ribbon was missing from the top of her head and that her hair was a disheveled mess. Her entire body was littered with what he assumed to be a mix of cuts, bruises, and what looked to be hickies. His sister’s face was tear stricken and he could see the distress in her eyes. Seeing his beloved twin in such a state made his blood boil and he wanted nothing more than to erase whoever did this from existence.

“You’re not leaving here, you got that? You’re mine, Rin.” he heard, recognizing the voice to be Alice’s from his earlier encounter with her. “What are you doing calling for your brother anyway? You really think that stupid, lanky boy can help you? He doesn’t even look like he can beat a toddler in an arm wrestle,” she laughed at her own joke, finding amusement in even imagining the situation. Kneeling down in front of Rin, Alice reached out and stroked her cheek. “You know I love you, right?” Her voice was sickeningly sweet, but laced with a warning that someone was going to get hurt if they crossed her. Her hand traced down Rin’s chest, which made the blonde whimper.

Having seen enough, Len lunged from his spot in the shadows and tackled Alice down to the ground. “Don’t touch my sister, you psychotic bitch!” he yelled out, pulling his arm back to punch her square in the jaw.

Alice yelped as she felt Len’s fist collide with her jaw. Quickly recovering from her initial shock that he was even there, she immediately began to fight back. She kicked him in his nether regions, causing him to groan and give her the opportunity to push him off of her. She watched him fall backward before she stood up. “Sucks being a guy, doesn’t it?” she sneered, pulling out a pocket knife and flipping it open. She sat on Len’s stomach, holding the knife above her head before thrusting it down at his head.

Quickly moving his hand in front of his face, the knife pierced through the palm of his hand cleanly. With the adrenaline coursing through his veins, he pushed his wounded hand forward against the force Alice was using to push the knife down. Successfully pushing the girl off of him, he also managed to make her lose her grip on the knife. Yanking the weapon out of his palm, he tossed it on the ground away from them. As she lay on her back, Len once again climbed on top of her, using his knees to pin her arms down. Using his non-wounded hand, he repeatedly punched Alice in the face. He used all the strength he could muster in each of his punches, blind rage driving him.

He didn’t stop until he felt a slight pressure hit his arm. Snapping out of it, he turned his head to see Rin beside him. “She’s unconscious, Len…” she squeaked, tears streaming down her face. Not bothering to look at the mess he must have made of Alice’s face, he wrapped his arms around his sister, engulfing her in a hug. Glancing to the spot where Rin had originally been, he saw the bloodied knife and some cut rope in its place. “How did you find me…?” he heard her ask.

“I just played detective, is all.” Len pulled away from his embrace and slid his jacket off, draping it around Rin’s shoulders. “Mom and I were so worried about you… I would have been able to find you easier if you had texted me where you were going to be, you know,” he commented, lifting one of his hands to caress his sister’s cheek.

“Oh, sorry. I was too busy being kidnapped,” she joked. Although still shaken, most of the tension she had been feeling began to dissipate now that Len was by her side. Having watched him beat the living daylights out of Alice made her realize that the safest place she could be was probably with her brother. “But really, I lost my phone.”

“Figures as much,” he smirked, pressing his forehead against hers. The adrenaline was subsiding, and he could feel the intense pain in his hand that he had not taken much notice in before. Making a face, he pulled out his cell phone from his pocket, calling the police and explaining the situation to them. After he hung up, he wrapped Rin into yet another tight hug and let out a sigh of relief. His sister was harmed, but she wasn’t dead. “I’ll always come to your aid,” he mumbled, though he took a silent vow in his head. If Rin were to go missing again, he would find her. If she were to get hurt, he would be there to comfort her. He vowed to always protect her, and he was not going to break that vow anytime soon.

A/N: I’M VERY BAD AT ENDING THINGS OFF BUT I DID DONE TRY. I thought about it for a long time on how to start this off too. But thank you for the request, Rinnie-baby~!

#vocaloid #kagamine len #kagamine rin #kagamine twins #mild violence

[fangirlelliethings]

A little something to start with...

Hello! Um so.. this is my first Simbar fic ever so please don’t judge me too hard 😅I tried okay?😁 I hope you’ll enjoy it, you can give me some feedback on what sucked and in what I could get better🤷🏻‍♀️ or just your opinion would be fine. I want to thank my twinnie Emma @deliverygirlx for giving me advices through out the writing process and for proofreading. I love you❤️ and then one big THANK YOU to the squad (you know who you are❤️) for encouraging me to write🙈 It means a lot.💕 I lava you, girls!!❤️❤️ Okay I’m done now, you can start reading

Ambar was sitting on her bed, staring at nothing and thinking about the Prom, which is coming closer and closer. It’s basically in a week and she still doesn’t have a date! I mean, she could ask any boy to go with her, it’s easy like that… except she doesn’t want to. Everytime she imagine dancing with a boy at her prom, she sees a cute little smile and soft brown eyes that are looking at her gently and.. cling . She jumps a little and blinks from her daydreaming. STOP! She can’t think like that! No. No, no, no, no! She takes her phone to look who’s writing her and then rolls her eyes at the message.. Jazmín: S.O.S.!! I need your advice immidiately! Roller in 20 minutes! It’s SUPER SUPER IMPORTANT!!

Twenty minutes later she arrives at the Roller. Before she enters, she suddenly becomes nervous and starts mumbling. “Please don’t be here. Please don’t be here… okay Ambar. Breathe in and breathe out. What is wrong with you??” She puts on her confident face and enters the Roller. The first thing she does is look around carefully and when she doesn’t see him, she feels relieved.. but disappointed at the same time. She spots her friends and goes to sit down with them. “So! What is it Jazmín?” she says instead of greeting them. “Guess. You have one try..” says Delfi and rolls her eyes. “I’m inviting Simon to prom and I need your advice how to do it in the most romantic way!!!” says Jazmín, almost jumping on her chair. “What?” she stares at her in surprise, feeling like someone just punch her in the stomach with all their strength. “What? Ambar! Concentrate please! This is super SUPER important okay? I need all of your ideas! So I was thinking: Simón coming to the Jam&Roller in the morning to work. Dark everywhere and then suddenly.. BAM! The lights are on and I will jump up from a huge box with a huge sign that will say: ‘PROM?’ BUT!! But!! There’s more okay?? Imagine Delfi filming that for Fab&Chic! LIVE! So the whole world can see Jamón finally get together!! Thousands of viewers, thousands of Jamón shippers! Ahhhh! PER-FECT. Genial right?” Jazmín clasps her hand excitedly. Ambar bursts into laughing. “That’s one of the worst and most ridiculous ideas that you’ve ever had Jazmín. Please! Do you really think he would like that??!” Jazmín frowns: “Really? And what would he liked then?” Ambar imagines the brown eyes again and she get lost in her thoughts, doesn’t even realize she’s speaking out loud. “Something modest… just go to him and simply ask..he doesn’t like big things that catches attention. He’s too shy for that..” She smiles unconciously and doesn’t see the puzzled look at Delfi’s and Jazmín’s faces. “Just ask him? Without… anything ?!That’s SUPER OUT! How would you know anyway? You don’t know him like I do.” She snaps out of her thoughts and swears in her head. Then put on a fake smile. “Then why did you wanted my advice, Jazmín? It seems like you already have the perfect plan how to invite him! So why are you bothering me with it!!?” She doesn’t realize she’s screaming until she looks around and sees everybody staring at her. She takes her things and march out from the Roller. Why is she so angry? What did Jazmín said that was so bad to start screaming? You don’t know him like I do … it keeps resonating in her head over and over again. “Of course I don’t know him like she does! I don’t even want to know him more! Why would I? This is ridiculous! He’s just a stupid Lunita’s pet! I don’t even care if he goes to the prom with Jazmín! I can go with the hottest guy in this town! Ambar Smith can do so much better !” As soon as she gets home, she gets herself a hot date but for some reason, she doesn’t feel better at all. She actually feels worse than before. She lays down on her bed and can’t control the one tear that falls down her cheek..

She wokes up to a notification for Fab&Chic live. She’s immidiately wide awake and clicks on it to watch it. It opens right in the moment when Simon walks to the Roller and the lights turn on. She can’t believe Jazmín actually did it… she watches his shocked expression and when he says ‘Yes’, her world becomes a blur. She can’t see anything through the tears in her eyes but she’s glad she doesn’t see the rest. She doesn’t even want to imagine what came after that 'yes’. She throws the tablet across the room angrily and starts screaming. “I don’t need neither of them!! I don’t need anyone !! I am Ambar Smith !!! Neither of these losers matters to me!”

She manages to avoid both of them for the rest of the week. She even manages to convince herself it means nothing to her anymore. When she arrives at the prom, everybody is looking at her and her hot date, Marcos, amazed. But she can’t enjoy the attention.. not tonight. She sees Delfi and Pedro, already dancing and she smiles at how happy they look together. She starts searching the crowd again carefully, and feels relieved when she doesn’t see them . She drags Marcos to the dance floor and start dancing with him. A few songs later she looks up and completely freezes. Coming through the entrance are Jazmín with Simón, Jazmín hanging on Simón, and both of them laughing at something. She can see his dimples and his wrinkles around his eyes which appears when he smiles. She wishes it wasn’t so loud in the room, so she could hear his cute laugh. Suddenly he looks at her too and their eyes meet. She feels like her heart missed a beat and she stops breathing. He smiles a little and wave at her. But before she raises her hand and wave back, he’s already looking at Jazmín again, who is dragging him to the dance floor right next to her and Marcos. She tries to push back the disappointment and pretend that nothing happened, but she can feel the lump in her throat. She tries to shake it off and concentrate on Marcos and dancing again, but she can’t stop looking at them, dancing just a few metres from her. Jazmín talking and laughing all the time, looking at him with heart eyes. You’d have to be blind not to see how much she likes him. She gets a wave of nauseous feeling at the thought and looks away. When she looks back, it isn’t Jazmín, who is facing her, but Simón. To her surprise it seems like he’s not paying attention to what Jazmín is saying, just barely smiling and nodding absently. She feels the need to smirk but then Simón leans closer to her and whispers something in her ear. Jazmín starts jumping excitedly and hugs him. When she gives him a kiss on the cheek, Ambar feels like her heart dropped down to the ground and the lump in the throat gets worse. She can feel tears burning in her eyes. “I need to get some fresh air, sorry.” she lets go of Marcos and starts running to the exit, trying to hold the tears at least a few seconds more, until she’s outside. She runs out of the building and finally lets the tears go. She feels like someone is ripping her heart out of her chest, so much pain, but at the same time she can’t help herself being angry. SO angry. With him, with Jazmín, but the most with herself . Angry for being so stupid to fall for a guy like him . For being so stubborn and not asking him first before Jazmín. For missing her chance. A sob escapes from her throat. She feels ridiculous, crying here on the street for a guy that she used to despise. She’s so lost in her thoughts that she doesn’t hear the door opening behind her. “Hey..” She jumps a little and when she recognize the voice, she freezes. She quickly wipes away her tears and tries to calm herself down. “Are you okay?” Still with her back turned to the voice, she crosses her arms and says nothing. “You know… you don’t look like you’re having much fun at your prom..” he tries again. “You don’t look like you’re having fun either!” she finally snaps back. “Well, it’s not my prom, so I’m not important in this. I wouldn’t even be here… If a friend hasn’t asked me to go with her..” “Right.” “Hey.. what’s wrong?” She can feel him coming closer and when he puts his hand on her arm, she winces and her skin starts tingling right at the place, where he touches her. He slowly turns her around so she faces him and she looks away, trying to pretend like she hadn’t had a breakdown just two minutes ago because of him. “Everything’s fine! I just needed some air.. there’s so many people inside..” She tries to avoid his eyes, while he tries to analyze her face. “Have you been crying?” Dang it! Why does he have to be so good at reading her emotions? “No! No I’m fine!” she tries to lie, although she knows he’ll see right through it. “Stop lying to me. Did the guy say something to you? Or did?” “Who?” “The guy.. your… date .” the way he says the word 'date’ surprise her so much that she finally looks into his eyes. She realizes too late that it was a mistake and she gets lost in them straight away. “Uh.. I mean.. No. No, it’s not him.. he didn’t do anything wrong..” “Then what is it?” his clueless face makes her angry again. “And why do you care so much?!!! Why don’t you go back in there and enjoy the rest of the night with Jazmín?!” She can see the shock in his eyes. “What? Is this what’s it all about? You are jealous ?” “I am NOT jealous okay!? You can do whatever you want! And go to prom with whoever you want! I don’t care okay!?” “Who are you trying to convince here exactly? Me or you?” he says quietly. She gasps but doesn’t say anything. “You know… if you wanted to go to prom with me.. you could have just asked.. I would say yes.” His smile is making her feel week, but she tries to resist. “And what makes you think I wanted to go with you?! Huh?” “I don’t know… maybe the looks that you were giving us all night and the fact that when Jazmín hugged me, you ran away?” She’s so shocked that she just opens her mouth, unable to say anything. He giggles. “Yeah.. I thought so..” She can feel her cheeks getting red. “That… that doesn’t mean anything!” “Are you sure? Because if it have meant at least something .. I could do this…” She doesn’t realize what is he trying to do until his lips are on hers and she feels like something inside her exploded. When he moves away after only a few seconds, she almost groans in frustration. He smirks. “What about now? Still means nothing to you?” She tries to remember how to breath properly and tries to calm down her heart that is beating way too fast. She bites her lip to stop her smile that starts appearing on her face and somehow manages to answer. “Nope. Still nothing…” “Hmm… well in that case, I feel like I have to try again..” He kisses her again, this time with more passion, taking her by the waist and bringing her closer to him. She answers his kiss with eagerness, while putting her hands around his neck, bringing him closer as well. If she’s ever imagined kissing him, the actual thing was a hundred times better. For a moment, she forget about everything else, perceiving only his lips on hers. When they break apart after a few more seconds, she feels like her knees will fail her at any moment now. He leans his forehead on hers and then pokes her nose with hers and smiles. “Still nothing?” he asks breathless. “I think this time it was maybe a little something…” she answers and looks at him, this time she can’t stop the smile that is appearing on her face. “Well.. I think that’s a good start..” he laughs and leans in to kiss her again.

#soy luna #soy luna 2 #simbar #soy luna fanfiction #soy luna ff #soy luna fic #sl fic #sl ff #simbar fic #simbar ff #simbar fanfic #simbar fanfiction #ámbar smith #simón álvarez #ellies fic

[blancagriswold]

Bride to Be Diaries: The Tinder Brides Wedding Party!

Good morning everyone!

Time for your second instalment from the gorgeous Tinder Bride, and its time to be introduced to the girlie contingency of her wedding party!

Hello Cwtchers!

I hope that you have all been keeping well since I did my last Tinder Bride post!

I think most girls in their lives have been asked or have thought to themselves ‘If I ever get married, I would ask so and so to be my bridesmaid or part of my wedding’.  I can actually remember having hypothetical questions growing up with my girlfriends. Although for me it was simple when the hypothetical became reality it was also a very hard as I didn’t want to leave anyone out.

I do not want to come across bigheaded or arrogant but I genuinely feel that I am a very lucky lady and I thank God every day for blessing me with not only an incredible family but also an amazing group of friends. Coming from a Welsh/Arab background, I have a large and very close family filled with two fab sisters, three gorgeous nieces and two lovely sisters-in-laws who are all involved and so supportive along with my mother and mother in law to be. My friends derive from various walks of life and I genuinely didn’t want to let anyone down. However I had to draw the line somewhere and decided on having 2 maids of honour, 6 bridesmaids and 2 flower girls. I’m sure there has and will be some negative mutters or expressed views away from our ear shots about how our wedding is big and/or too expensive but it is our beautiful big day and Tom and I wouldn’t have it any other way!

From my perspective I couldn’t envisage my wedding day without my two sisters and three nieces by my side; it was not even something I would even contemplate. I am the middle of two sisters (5 siblings in total!) and we have an incredible bond. It was therefore an easy decision to ask each sister to be my maids of honour. Rema is my big sis and the rock of the family. She is the sibling who everyone goes to and I always turn to her as I trust her opinion as being on the same par as that of my Mother’s. Rema is the type of sister who doesn’t like a great fuss or the limelight but I’m making sure she encompasses her main role on my big day and she feels like the special sister she is to me.  Rema says ‘To be asked to be my sister’s maid of honour is a huge privilege. I was so emotional when I was asked as the gift they gave me to ask was so personal and thoughtful. In Tom she has found the perfect person who is loved by the whole family – they are perfect together. I am so looking forward to seeing my beautiful sister marry her prince charming’. Sariyia is little sis and the youngest sibling; she is also the most famous non-famous person I know! She loves being the centre of attention and we love her for being like that.  She truly is unique and I love her and all of her ideas to date! Both sisters have an amazing bond with my fiancée Tom. In fact when they are all together it’s like they are the three sisters! ‘When I was called by JOM to tell me they were engaged, I sobbed uncontrollably; together with the rest of the family we are ecstatic. I cannot wait for the wedding of the decade and I am so honoured to be their MOH. Jenine will look beautiful but I will definitely be better looking still!haha!’. 

Aleah is the eldest of the grandchildren and I became an aunty when I was 14; we have always had a special relationship as I do with each of my five nieces and nephews especially as I have been such a big part of their lives as they have been in mine. Tom is adored by them and they adore him too.  Aleah is going to be a bridesmaid along with her sister Farah who will be 14 when we wed. To think of these two in their bridesmaid dresses makes me feel very emotional. Aleah says ‘I was so grateful to be asked to be a Bridesmaid on my Aunty’s special day; it is a day we are all waiting and looking forward to. Jenine has always been there for me and she could not have found a better husband and Uncle in Tom’. Farah’s thoughts are: ‘When Jenine asked me to be her Bridesmaid, I wanted to cry with happiness as I always wanted to be a Bridesmaid and I keep counting down to the big day; it is even more of a dream come true as my Aunty is so special to me. I especially loved the bridesmaid gift they gave me which I will treasure forever’. 

Gabriella is who we refer to in the Abdo Family as Princess Abdo – she is the little apple of everyone’s eye. Although she is 5, she constantly looks online for flower girl dresses and matching shoes which is so very cute. She once told Uncle Tom that she found a dress which ‘only cost 50pence and that she and Holly-Mae would love to wear it’ it was in reality £500! Gabby ironically was the main reason I chose my wedding dress but I’ll talk about that more another time. Holly-Mae is 2 years old and is also our flower girl. Being the eldest and currently only grandchild on the Sulley side it will be lovely for my fiancé’s family as she is understandably adored by them all.

I know that Tom is so happy to have his niece involved and for me having Gabby and Holly-Mae holding hands together walking down the aisle will not only epitimise ultimate cuteness but also will personify and will symbolise our families coming together. I just pray they don’t get stage fright!

Although I could have kept my bridal party at just family, I couldn’t not have my best friends by my side either. Kate is a friend who I first met playing netball at the age of 10 years old. We were marking each other on the netball pitch. This game should have been the battle of the best- the battle of rival Primary Schools – instead we bonded sisters from other misters growing up together and even our sisters are the best of friends.  Kate is currently a teacher at an international school and I can’t wait to have her back home this summer!

‘Over the years Jenine has definitely earned the title of my sister from another mister. We have been there for each other through the best and worst times and I am so excited to be a part of what will be one of the most important days in her life. Being Jenine’s bridesmaid is a massive privilege and I can’t wait to see her looking amazingly beautiful walking down the aisle to marry the man she loves and luckily for him we approve. Jenine and Tom deserve to have the best day and I look forward to having a role in making that happen. I promise to be caring, attentive and I will NOT turn up hung over to anymore official bridesmaid duties unlike when I had my bridesmaid dress fitting!

Rachael – I first met Rachael when we sat at our High school induction day. We both turned around to each other and acknowledged our checked trousers which were both wearing! Our friendship began in the Howell’s School sports hall and has seen us through to living together in London and back home again. Rachael is such a thoughtful and kind person who shares my love of RnB music, comedy, pizza and nacho Saturday loving winter nights in watching Strictly and the Xfactor like no other!

‘Jenine is probably the most organized bride I have come across and I love hearing all the plans she has got for the wedding! We have been friends for over 20 years so I am excited and honoured to be part of the big day and I cannot wait to see everything come together’. 

Claire – my real life Barbie doll! I not only went to high school with Clairey but also ended up very randomly at the same university. We have shared so much together whilst sharing two sets of different friendship groups due to school and uni which in turn means we are part of a ridiculous amount of WhatsApp groups. My fiancé is basically the male version of Claire – always happy, positive, fun and annoying early morning people.  ‘

I’ll never forget the overwhelming feeling of happiness when reading a poem written to me about our blossoming friendship over the years and asking me to be her bridesmaid. It is safe to say that I welled up. To be part of your friend’s big day is so special and I am so privileged to be by her side when she says I do’. 

Helen – I have known Hel since my high school days too right through to living in Wimbledon together with Rach. Helen is my straight talking, quirky and inspirational friend of mine. Hel is not only an amazing science teacher, cook and baker, but such a fab mother to Harrison and wife to be this August! I am so proud to be in turn Helen’s bridesmaid this year and having shared the experience of being engaged and organising a wedding with her.

‘Every girl has a different idea of how her wedding day should be, but what unites every woman is the desire to be surrounded by their best girlfriends leading up to and on that day. He role of a bridesmaid is truly an honour and I am so excited to have Jenine by my side at my wedding this August and to be able to reverse that next September when I am one of her bridesmaids. Our friendship has always been extremely strong and full of love; to be able to support each other and share the fun and laughter throughout the intimate stages of planning a wedding takes that bond to the next level – bring it on!!’  

Then we have three amazing ladies giving readings. Bonnie is one of my best friends who I met when in high school and I was Bonnie’s bridesmaid in 2014; Bonnie is one of the kindest and funniest people I know, as well as being the most caring and best Dr ever!

Caitlin is my Twinny – fellow Solicitor who I met before we qualified at work. We soon realized we shared a love for football and also our Birthdays hence the nickname! We also have Tom’s girl best friend Kelly. Kelly has been so warm and welcoming since Tom and I met and it was fab knowing Tom had such a close girl-friend as it resonated with myself having close boy-friends too!

That’s my female entourage..keep watch for the introduction to the male party in due course..!

Disclaimer: Please note I did not bribe the above mentioned people for their overwhelmingly kind comments – thank you xxx

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