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We're a train wreck waiting to happen
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  • 23 Apr 
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  • Home Coming || Sebastian and teen Iz

    sebastiantigermoran:

    isabellemoriarty:

    "Are you taking me to your place or my dad’s?" She hoped his. Her dad’s place wasn’t exactly the safest in the world for her and with recent events at school she much rather be with Sebastian. He wouldn’t mock or interrogate her for crying in her sleep. He’d ask but drop it if she said it was just a dream.

    She leaned back in the seat and closed her eyes. It was almost impossible to sleep on the train and she felt like she could pass out any second.

    "Mine." I can’t him right now. 

    He glanced sideways at her, and brushed strands of hair away from her face, smiling softly, lovingly at her.

    "Sleep if you want, love. Traffics shite. I’ll wake you when we’re there."

    Isabelle made a sound in acknowledgment as she closed her eyes. She was asleep within a few minutes. “Are we here?” She asked, waking up half an hour later.

    Home Coming || Sebastian and teen Iz

    sebastiantigermoran:

    "Welcome." he grumbled, trying not to act like he’d put himself through utter hell to come and get her. Jim was less than pleased with him, in every aspect of their lives, and Sebastian couldn’t help but see everything as his fault, Jim’s constantly telling him he was pathetic was wearing thin on his outer hide and breaking through the cracks, as Jim always did. He desperately needed a break from Jim. He needed something comforting.

    "Missed y’, Kiddo." he smiled sideways at her as he pulled away from the carpark with a screech.

    "Are you taking me to your place or my dad’s?" She hoped his. Her dad’s place wasn’t exactly the safest in the world for her and with recent events at school she much rather be with Sebastian. He wouldn’t mock or interrogate her for crying in her sleep. He’d ask but drop it if she said it was just a dream.

    She leaned back in the seat and closed her eyes. It was almost impossible to sleep on the train and she felt like she could pass out any second.


    isabellemoriarty  whispered: "My Flat."

    sebastiantigermoran:

    sebastiantigermoran:

    "Ten minutes." he said immediately, hauling himself quickly out of bed. He pulled on some clothes while he was halfway out the door, and sped through darkened London streets, still bleary eyed. It was less than when he pulled up out the front, and flew to her front door, knocking urgently.

    His arms fell softly around her, enveloping her, holding her tight. This was not good. He had a billion and one thoughts and questions and worries, but he spoke none of them.

    By them time he’d gotten them inside and locked the doors behind them, he’d popped the kettle on and brewed a pot of tea, setting a steaming mug on her bedside table and crawling onto the bed next to her, wrapping her up in his arms again. He finally spoke.

    "What’s happened..?"

    She leaned against his chest, her entire body shaking. Her eyes were glued to her bedroom door, waiting for Victor to barge in and kill her.

    "You don’t want to know." She knew if she told him Victor did this it could ruin their relationship. She didn’t want to do that to Seb. Anxiety overwhelmed her and her hand moved automatically to her inner thigh. Feeling the brand new scar, she let out another sob.

    Peter Parker aka adorable cutie pie (◕‿◕✿)

        I’ve had so many knives stuck into me, when they hand me a flower I can’t quite make out what it is. It takes time.
    Charles Bukowski (via okfucking)

    i-n-s-i-d-i-o-s-u-s:

    Ships with problems. (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧

    Ships that have lots of fights (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧

    Ships that makeup violently (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧

    Ships that would go to the ends of the Earth and burn everyone in it for each other even if they’ve been fighting (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧

    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧*:・゚✧*:・゚✧Ships with Realism*:・゚✧*:・゚✧*:・゚✧*:・゚✧*:・゚

    Bonding | teen Victor and kid Isabelle

    thecharmingkiller:

    isabellemoriarty:

    Isabelle turned around to try to hit the crisp away. She missed and toppled off the counter with a yelp.

    His eyes widened as he watched her fall off the counter. “Shit!” He quickly ate another before setting the bag down, and rushed to pick her up. “You okay?”

    She blinked several times, rubbing her head before nodding.

    "I want ice cream."

    Bonding | teen Victor and kid Isabelle

    thecharmingkiller:

    isabellemoriarty:

    "Idiota," she giggled., standing up to try and reach a bowl in one of the cabinets.

    "Oi! Don’t call me names, ye little brat!" He tossed a crisp at her.

    Isabelle turned around to try to hit the crisp away. She missed and toppled off the counter with a yelp.

              Blood makes you related but
                         loyalty makes you family.

                                                           мayвe
                                                      ι jυѕт don’т
                                                      d e ѕ e r v e
                                                      тo вe loved

    Bonding | teen Victor and kid Isabelle

    thecharmingkiller:

    isabellemoriarty:

    "I don’t like those." She stated. Isabelle walked around Victor and climbed onto the counter and began opening up cupboards.

    "I want ice cream."

    "They’re not for you; they’re for me," he shot back as he opened the bag, and started eating. He didn’t think to stop her from climbing the counters, and made no effort to get any food for her.

    "Idiota," she giggled., standing up to try and reach a bowl in one of the cabinets.

  • 22 Apr 
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  • Bonding | teen Victor and kid Isabelle

    thecharmingkiller:

     

    He was about to tell her to fend for herself until he realised that food sounded really fucking good about now. He finished off his bowl before going to open the window, and led her to the kitchen.

    Victor hummed to himself as he looked around, and grabbed a bag of crisps.

    "I don’t like those." She stated. Isabelle walked around Victor and climbed onto the counter and began opening up cupboards.

    "I want ice cream."