even more than i already had

anonymous asked:

First off love your writing on AO3! I know you occasionally take prompts -Just heard the Ed Sheeran song Perfect and I think it would be great inspiration for a bellarke reunion fic if you're interested. Either way- have a great week!

First off thank you bc that’s very kind of you! Secondly, nobody @ me i know this is not even remotely plausible for how s5 will go I AM AWARE but i’m going to do what i want


“Stay sharp,” Bellamy mutters, wishing he had a rifle in his hands.

Murphy snorts, a sound that makes everyone else flinch. 

“Less than ten hours on the ground and he’s already picked up his favorite catchphrase.”

Bellamy shoots him a look, more for the volume than the teasing.

“I guess that means we’re really back,” Harper agrees, giving the others a grin.

A chorus of whoops interrupts whatever clever retort sits poised on the tip of Raven’s tongue. They’d been making good time, moving through the sparse forest in the general direction they thought the bunker might lie, and getting pretty close over the course of the day. To their surprise, not long after nightfall, the raucous sounds of a party had begun to reach their ears. Sounds Bellamy hasn’t heard since that first week on earth, when the delinquents at the dropship had done… well, whatever the hell they wanted.

Octavia, he’d thought instantly, and then every long-buried instinct from six years ago rebelled against the thought. It would be too simple for him to get to reunite with his sister on his first day back on earth. He can’t trust it, not when easy is a concept life on the ground is unfamiliar with.

Of course they were going to check it out, but he wasn’t getting his hopes up. If it is O, he’ll be overwhelmingly glad. If it’s not, he’ll maybe have avoided being devastated. Or so he tells himself.

A drum pounds low and steady, rattling their bones as they draw closer to the source of the noise. Music. Who would have thought? He half expects it to be something he recognizes, rigged up by an ex-Arker, but it doesn’t seem to be a recording. One rhythm blends into another, different tones and timbres nearly, but not quite, drowning out the chatter of a crowd, delighted exclamations and unbridled laughter.

“Not exactly hiding, are they?” Echo whispers. Bellamy would admonish her for making noise, but they’re close enough now that the sound of drums gives them cover.

“Who else would be around to hear them?” Emori points out. “Until a few hours ago, they were literally the only people alive in this part of the earth.”

“So let’s go meet the neighbors,” says Bellamy, crossing the rest of the distance toward the noise and flickering firelight until he can see the clearing through a gap in the trees.

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anonymous asked:

OMG WHAT ABOUT COFFEE SHOP WORKER AIZAWA with his hair up in that one bun *wiggles eyebrows* you know the one. Maybe he's serving mic? IMA LOVE COFEE SHOP AU, MY MAN. I will love you even more than I already do. Thank you so so so much u r a godsend

akhgdfkh i hope you’re happy, cause you made me cry…thank you so much?? Like…i had no idea that there are people that actually love my art!

You made me a bit nervous about the bun…there is a 50% chance i chose the wrong one, but i personally think that this is the *wiggles eyebrows* one.

I spent like 20 hours working on this shit, and as result i dont even think its good…(to make it clear I work on my phone, because i dont have graphic tablet yet). 

A gun, polished gray steel.  Somehow familiar.  Identical to the smallest guns she had seen the guerrilla fighters carrying.

Alrighty, then! Maybe this sort of blur is what powers bags of necessity, or Wander’s hat in Wander Over Yonder…

I don’t know how useful this might be to Hana. She doesn’t sound like she had any more experience with guns than the rest of her family, and it’s her against at least seven trained soldiers with weapons of their own and hostages.

Then again, I was already thinking Hana might’ve developed a power even before she was visited by the apparently benevolent(???) Karahindiba.

I can’t use this.  The thought was cold in her mind.  If I use this, they’ll kill the others the second I fire.

Exactly.

The gun shimmered, became that blur of green and black, then settled into a new shape.  She’d seen this, too.

Hm. This seems similar to Miss Militia’s power.

One of the fighters had been talking to Hana, showing her his English gun magazine, in an effort to get in good graces with her older sister.  This was similar to the gun she’d just had in her hand, but there was a metal tube on the front, nearly doubling the gun’s length.  The tube, she knew, made guns quieter.

Maybe I was wrong about this being set in the present, and this is Miss Militia’s backstory? Seems like an odd choice, especially with how thoroughly American her design is.

Or maybe this is set in the present, and the same thing with Karahindiba happened to Miss Militia in the past?

The rest of the children and the other soldiers were far behind.  It was still nearly impossible, but-

<Walk!> the soldier behind her shouted.  <Walk or->

Oh right, I forgot to comment on the gun. Specifically the silencer - it might help her gain at least some additional element of surprise, but I’m not sure just how much quieter they make the guns.

She wheeled around, holding the gun in both hands.  She took a second to steady her aim, and the Turkish soldier’s surprise bought her just enough time to pull the trigger.

Well. This kind of ruins what I was talking about - namely hiding the gun a bit, making them confused about where the bullet came from - but I’m not sure it would work anyway.

Hannah’s eyes snapped open.

This is why I don’t sleep.

…alright. So all that was a dream, had by a Hannah with a far more American way to spell it. For now, I’m guessing that Hana made it out of whichever country she was in and is now having nightmares about the day she got her power.

Also, that places the event firmly in the past. Maybe Hannah is Miss Militia after all?

Oh, and I suppose she’s about to hear the air raid sirens, too, taking her morning from bad to worse.

My laptop situation went from bad to very much worse. I had to call to approve an estimate for the repair and it was $788. Since that will be above and beyond too expensive for me, I will be getting a new laptop. However, I will have trouble affording a new one too (since uni has already drained my funds and isn’t done.)

I hate asking for help again, but the situation has turned even more dire than before.

Since I don’t know how to put links here on mobile, I put a screenshot of the links on my blog to check out, for anyone who would be willing to help me.

I apologize once again for asking for help and sounding as desperate as ever.

I’ve decided to tell you guys a story about piracy.

I didn’t think I had much to add to the piracy commentary I made yesterday, but after seeing some of the replies to it, I decided it’s time for this story.

Here are a few things we should get clear before I go on:

1) This is a U.S. centered discussion. Not because I value my non U.S. readers any less, but because I am published with a U.S. publisher first, who then sells my rights elsewhere. This means that the fate of my books, good or bad, is largely decided on U.S. turf, through U.S. sales to readers and libraries.

2) This is not a conversation about whether or not artists deserve to get money for art, or whether or not you think I in particular, as a flawed human, deserve money. It is only about how piracy affects a book’s fate at the publishing house. 

3) It is also not a conversation about book prices, or publishing costs, or what is a fair price for art, though it is worthwhile to remember that every copy of a blockbuster sold means that the publishing house can publish new and niche voices. Publishing can’t afford to publish the new and midlist voices without the James Pattersons selling well. 

It is only about two statements that I saw go by: 

1) piracy doesn’t hurt publishing. 

2) someone who pirates the book was never going to buy it anyway, so it’s not a lost sale.

Now, with those statements in mind, here’s the story.

It’s the story of a novel called The Raven King, the fourth installment in a planned four book series. All three of its predecessors hit the bestseller list. Book three, however, faltered in strange ways. The print copies sold just as well as before, landing it on the list, but the e-copies dropped precipitously. 

Now, series are a strange and dangerous thing in publishing. They’re usually games of diminishing returns, for logical reasons: folks buy the first book, like it, maybe buy the second, lose interest. The number of folks who try the first will always be more than the number of folks who make it to the third or fourth. Sometimes this change in numbers is so extreme that publishers cancel the rest of the series, which you may have experienced as a reader — beginning a series only to have the release date of the next book get pushed off and pushed off again before it merely dies quietly in a corner somewhere by the flies.

So I expected to see a sales drop in book three, Blue Lily, Lily Blue, but as my readers are historically evenly split across the formats, I expected it to see the cut balanced across both formats. This was absolutely not true. Where were all the e-readers going? Articles online had headlines like PEOPLE NO LONGER ENJOY READING EBOOKS IT SEEMS.

Really?

There was another new phenomenon with Blue Lily, Lily Blue, too — one that started before it was published. Like many novels, it was available to early reviewers and booksellers in advanced form (ARCs: advanced reader copies). Traditionally these have been cheaply printed paperback versions of the book. Recently, e-ARCs have become common, available on locked sites from publishers. 

BLLB’s e-arc escaped the site, made it to the internet, and began circulating busily among fans long before the book had even hit shelves. Piracy is a thing authors have been told to live with, it’s not hurting you, it’s like the mites in your pillow, and so I didn’t think too hard about it until I got that royalty statement with BLLB’s e-sales cut in half. 

Strange, I thought. Particularly as it seemed on the internet and at my booming real-life book tours that interest in the Raven Cycle in general was growing, not shrinking. Meanwhile, floating about in the forums and on Tumblr as a creator, it was not difficult to see fans sharing the pdfs of the books back and forth. For awhile, I paid for a service that went through piracy sites and took down illegal pdfs, but it was pointless. There were too many. And as long as even one was left up, that was all that was needed for sharing. 

I asked my publisher to make sure there were no e-ARCs available of book four, the Raven King, explaining that I felt piracy was a real issue with this series in a way it hadn’t been for any of my others. They replied with the old adage that piracy didn’t really do anything, but yes, they’d make sure there was no e-ARCs if that made me happy. 

Then they told me that they were cutting the print run of The Raven King to less than half of the print run for Blue Lily, Lily Blue. No hard feelings, understand, they told me, it’s just that the sales for Blue Lily didn’t justify printing any more copies. The series was in decline, they were so proud of me, it had 19 starred reviews from pro journals and was the most starred YA series ever written, but that just didn’t equal sales. They still loved me.

This, my friends, is a real world consequence.

This is also where people usually step in and say, but that’s not piracy’s fault. You just said series naturally declined, and you just were a victim of bad marketing or bad covers or readers just actually don’t like you that much.

Hold that thought. 

I was intent on proving that piracy had affected the Raven Cycle, and so I began to work with one of my brothers on a plan. It was impossible to take down every illegal pdf; I’d already seen that. So we were going to do the opposite. We created a pdf of the Raven King. It was the same length as the real book, but it was just the first four chapters over and over again. At the end, my brother wrote a small note about the ways piracy hurt your favorite books. I knew we wouldn’t be able to hold the fort for long — real versions would slowly get passed around by hand through forum messaging — but I told my brother: I want to hold the fort for one week. Enough to prove that a point. Enough to show everyone that this is no longer 2004. This is the smart phone generation, and a pirated book sometimes is a lost sale.

Then, on midnight of my book release, my brother put it up everywhere on every pirate site. He uploaded dozens and dozens and dozens of these pdfs of The Raven King. You couldn’t throw a rock without hitting one of his pdfs. We sailed those epub seas with our own flag shredding the sky.

The effects were instant. The forums and sites exploded with bewildered activity. Fans asked if anyone had managed to find a link to a legit pdf. Dozens of posts appeared saying that since they hadn’t been able to find a pdf, they’d been forced to hit up Amazon and buy the book.

And we sold out of the first printing in two days.

Two days.

I was on tour for it, and the bookstores I went to didn’t have enough copies to sell to people coming, because online orders had emptied the warehouse. My publisher scrambled to print more, and then print more again. Print sales and e-sales became once more evenly matched.

Then the pdfs hit the forums and e-sales sagged and it was business as usual, but it didn’t matter: I’d proven the point. Piracy has consequences.

That’s the end of the story, but there’s an epilogue. I’m now writing three more books set in that world, books that I’m absolutely delighted to be able to write. They’re an absolute blast. My publisher bought this trilogy because the numbers on the previous series supported them buying more books in that world. But the numbers almost didn’t. Because even as I knew I had more readers than ever, on paper, the Raven Cycle was petering out. 

The Ronan trilogy nearly didn’t exist because of piracy. And already I can see in the tags how Tumblr users are talking about how they intend to pirate book one of the new trilogy for any number of reasons, because I am terrible or because they would ‘rather die than pay for a book’. As an author, I can’t stop that. But pirating book one means that publishing cancels book two. This ain’t 2004 anymore. A pirated copy isn’t ‘good advertising’ or ‘great word of mouth’ or ‘not really a lost sale.’

That’s my long piracy story. 

EXCLUSIVE: BTS Celebrate Their Biggest Album Ever and Reveal What They Love About Themselves

Welcome to BTS’ next chapter.

The K-pop boyband shocked the biggest names in music when they beat out artists like Justin Bieber and Selena Gomez for the Top Social Artist award at the Billboard Music Awards in May – but their success is no surprise.

With 8.4 million Twitter followers and a fan base so dedicated it’s referred to as ARMY, BTS is one of the hottest acts in Asia, and soon, the United States.

“There is much more recognition of BTS music than before the BBMAs,” V, one of the band’s seven members, told ET. “Which means fans have higher expectations than before. We’re trying to live up to it and I hope the new album can be the answer to that expectation.”

The new album, Love Yourself: Her, dropped on Monday and was even shattering records weeks before its release with over one million pre-orders, according to BTS’ label, BigHit Entertainment. By Tuesday, Love Yourself had already topped the iTunes Album charts at No. 1 in a record-breaking 73 countries, the largest debut release for any South Korean artists. And “DNA,” the album’s lead single, is also blowing up on YouTube with nearly 30 million views since its early Monday release.

ET caught up with V, Rap Monster, Jimin, Jin, Jungkook, Suga and J-Hope on Tuesday, where they opened up about their incredible success, their fifth EP, and what’s next.

Q. Love Yourself: Her is already a huge hit around the world. Were you surprised?

Rap Monster: We’re surprised at the huge response when each album is released but it is beyond our expectation and overwhelming this time. Our new songs topped iTunes chart in 73 countries and made its debut at No. 4 on the US iTunes Song chart. “DNA” music video views surpassed 10 million in just 8 hours, which was the fastest for Korean artists ever. We are very grateful to our fans worldwide for appreciating our music and video.

Q. The music video for “DNA” is a little different from your past music videos, and includes some intense choreography – what does this mean for other music videos off this album? How long did it take to shoot the video?

J-Hope: BTS’ music videos always have intense choreography, but it was even more difficult to learn all the dance moves before the shoot. It may look different compared to previous videos due to complex use of computer graphics and edit styles for “DNA” video, but it took three full days to shoot. Everyone was great in learning the choreography, although there were many different moves we had to perform for the video. Personally, I think Jungkook and Jimin really pulled it off nicely.

Q. You collaborated with The Chainsmoker’s Andrew Taggart on the song “Best of Me” after meeting at the BBMAs. What was the collaboration process like? What did you learn from him?

Rap Monster: We first met at the BBMAs last May. [We] were invited to The Chainsmokers’ rehearsal backstage for the award show and we had fun talking about music and many things. The duo sent us several tracks after we returned home from BBMAs and we selected a couple of tracks to work together. “Best of Me” was the best for our new album in many ways so we decided to write lyrics and finish it together. The song came out great and we were all satisfied with the collaborative process. Andrew is awesome; he’s passionate about music and I think there should be more opportunities for us to work again in near future.

Q. Who’s your next big dream collaborator?

Jungkook: My biggest dream collaborator would be Justin Bieber because I just love his voice and the way he collaborates with other artists. However, I’d like to give it a try with whoever has the right chemistry with BTS musically.

Suga: I’m pretty much open to anyone who’s unique and has mutual appreciation in the music as BTS. I have some tracks and songs written for future collaboration and I’m happy to work with artists who have the right voice and taste.

Q. The song “Skit: Billboard Music Awards,” features Rap Monster’s speech from the awards show – what made you choose to incorporate that into your new album?

Rap Monster: It was one of many ideas we had for this album and we all thought that it would mean a lot to BTS and our fans if we have it permanently in the album and cherish that special moment for everyone. We’re facing the second chapter with Love Yourself: Her in terms of music and life and the BBMAs is like a new turning point for BTS in many ways.

Q. Rap Monster already revealed that Barack Obama was an inspiration for “MIC Drop” – Why? Who else were you inspired by on this album?

Suga: There are so many things that inspire us. For me, it’s people around me. And for RM, it can be books he reads. In general, what fans talk about and think about become a very important source of inspiration to us, because we want to write something that’s real to people, especially those who listen to BTS’ music.

Q. During your live stream on Monday, Rap Monster said that his favorite song is “Ocean,” but that song wasn’t released with the album. What can you tease about when the song will drop, and what it sounds like?

Rap Monster: It’s one of two hidden tracks you can listen to only on the physical album. “Ocean” has a lot of things I thought about since my debut in BTS four years ago. I have lived through many different dreams, worries and emotions in past years and I wanted to share those moments in the song. Sound-wise, there’s guitar and synth and the song is over five minutes, which is quite long. I hope people like it as one of the surprises I’ve prepared.

Q. You changed up your hair color since we last saw you – who decides when it’s time to change your look?

Jimin and J-Hope: The hair color decision is based on the concept of the new album and the timing is discussed with the whole production timeline. Each member’s opinion counts, so our stylists and creative team propose optional colors for us to choose from. But at the end of the day, they’re professionals and they know what they’re doing and in most cases, the proposed colors turn out to be the best for each member.

Q. This new album marks a new chapter in your careers after School, The Most Beautiful Moment in Life and Wings. What do you want fans to know about this new era of BTS?

Rap Monster: We tried many new things for this album and I’d like to label it as “innovative,” if I may. There will be new styled songs, new video, and many new things from now on. We want to evolve as artists and develop what we have within ourselves. If we ever slow down or even fail for our trials, it’s OK and we’ll be and stay as BTS. In addition, I’d like people to love themselves and think about what true love is while listening to the new album, because real love calls for courage to appreciate myself as is.  

Q. What do each of you love about yourselves?

Jin: I love my face and how it looks, which I appreciate very much.

Jimin: I love my attitude towards work and tendency for perfection.

V: My newly discovered talent to shoot great photos.  

Q. You’re wrapping up your tour this December. When will you be back performing in the U.S.?

Rap Monster: We do have plans for a world tour in 2018 so we will definitely go back to the U.S. soon and meet our fans as much as we can. If there’s any special opportunity for us any time soon, we’ll make sure to share it with you first.

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To Jungkook you’re just a girlfriend. - pt.2

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Originally posted by eatupbangtan

The more I thought about him, the more I couldn’t stop my tears from falling. But at the same time, the more I thought about this whole situation, the more I feel as though I was overreacting. He was right, I’m only his girlfriend - we’re not tied down to one another and he can hang with whoever he wants to hang out with. But her. She’s always liked Jungkook even though we’ve been together for this long, she never gave up on him and he knows what feelings she has for him. Do you blame me for being insecure? For being scared of the fact that I might end up losing the man I see my future with because of her? But it’s all too late now, there’s no use in being scared, or insecure because it all happened. Everything he ever assured you of, that they’ll only ever remain as friends, that he won’t do anything to lead her on, that he won’t hurt you like that, all those things he said, they meant nothing because those are all the things he did. 

I hear a knock on my door and I dreaded who stood behind it, but to my pleasant surprise I guess it wasn’t Jungkook.

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Thank you, Dany.
—  can we talk about how freaking PERSONAL that was?! I really don’t remember ANYONE who would speak to Dany with such straightforwardness and gentleness!
Khal Drogo always called her either ‘Khaleesi’ or ‘Moon of his Life’, Jorah or Daario - ‘Khaleesi’ or ‘Your Grace’. They all treated her like a Queen (who she obviously is).
And here we have Jon Snow. A man who loved once but has tragically lost his beloved. He knows the feeling of loss better than anyone and now he sees this powerful woman going through something heartbreaking. He feels responsible for it and wants to comfort her. Not because he has to.
He may know Dany for a short amount of time but already feels emotionally attached to her (and vice versa ;) ).
Jon sees more than just the Heir to the Iron Throne.
He sees a human being with the surface of a strong and beautiful woman.

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This was a Request for an Anon. They wanted a Story where Bruce Cheated and the Bat Boys react. If you have request go ahead and make one! Also Let me know if you want a part two. (UPDATE: Lots of people have asked for a Part 2 so i’ll start working on it soon ^_^)  part two: here


You weren’t much of a wine drinker, not much of a drinker period in all actuality. When you did drink you preferred the sweetness of a strawberry margarita that masked the taste of alcohol. However, right now, as the slightly bitter liquid pooled to the back of your throat, you couldn’t imagine a better tasting drink.

Sitting on the large black marble kitchen counter, you swung your legs with childlike glee as the world around you suddenly started to feel a little hazy. Patting at your cheek with a sweater covered hand to wipe away some tear stains you filled up your glass of Zinfandel with the other.

The bottle clinks hollowly against the counter just as Alfred rounds the corner into the kitchen. He looks at your form sitting on the counter with wide worried eyes but you can’t be bothered to give him more than a half hearted crooked smile as you knock back half of your glass.

“Are you alright ma’am?” He asks moving slowly toward you. He can clearly see the intoxicated state that you’re in and he doesn’t want to startle you.

“Peachy,” you say with an airy sigh.

“It doesn’t seem so,” he says picking up the large empty bottle of wine. “It’s not even past noon ma’am.”

“I don’t know if I care that much Alfred,” you say with a chuckle. “This is usually the only time I get to be alone.”

He looks at you worriedly, “Maybe right now you shouldn’t be alone.”

You look at him, nose scrunching up in anger and a frown pulling at your lips. “I think I should, you aren’t exactly innocent either, are you?”

Alfred doesn’t waver when meeting your gaze, save for a brief flash of guilt that runs through his eyes. “Why don’t I fix you some coffee and breakfast to help sober you up.”

“When were you going to tell me?”

“Toast is probably the best option.”

“Where you ever going to tell me?”

“I know you like eggs, so I’ll scramble some for you.”

“How many times did you watch him fuck her?” You say as you grab at his arm.

He stops his rambling at looks at you with a slight tear in his eye, “I’m sorry Mrs. Wayne.”

You look at the older man and see the pain in his eyes and think about the shame he must feel, he is the one who raised Bruce afterall.

“Were you sorry enough to ask him to stop?”

“He pushed me away.”

“Of course he did,” you say snidely letting go of the man and pushing yourself off of the counter. Your sock covered feet hit the floor with slight pat and you walk over to the sink to put your glass down. “When breakfast is done, I’ll be in the bedroom.”

“…Of course ma’am.”

***

Wallowing around in your bed and wiping away ever falling tears all day wasn’t something that you thought you’d be doing when you married Bruce Wayne. However, at the moment you couldn’t think of what else to do. You needed to get your emotions out and rest at the same time. Damian would be home from school soon and the rest of the boys would be home for dinner.

The familiar roar of an engine caught your attention and you felt your body tense. Anticipation and anxiety wracked your form as you waited for the familiar footsteps of your husband to enter the room.

What would you say to him? Could you even bring it up? What if what you saw only happened in a dream? He would never actually hurt you this way would he? He had promised to love and cherish only you after all. How could Batman of all people break his promise?

In your thoughts, you’d barely heard the door to your bedroom open. He doesn’t say anything when he walks through the door. You hear the rustle of clothing and assume that he is removing his suit jacket. You assumptions were proved correct when he comes to sit on the side of your shared bed and pulls the blanket from over your head. He reveales himself to be in his white shirt and black suit pants.

His blue eyes scan over your form worriedly as he rubs a large thumb on your forehead. You have to bite your tongue to prevent sharp words from spewing out of you and rejecting his sweetness.

“Are you still not feeling well?” He asked voice soft and warm.

You shake your head.

He sighs with a sad smile and runs the pad of his thumb over you cheekbone, “I’ll have Alfred make you some soup.”

You don’t respond and stare at him relatively blankly and while this bothers him he shrugs it off to whatever sickness it was that was bothering you.

He stands from the bed and moves over to the closet to change into something more comfortable. You take the opportunity to sit up and push your body up against the headboard and you watch him. As he pulls the shirt off his body you can see every scar and bruise that he’d accrued recently, even the ones on his neck that hadn’t placed there forcefully.

When he slips the grey sweatshirt on over his head your trace is broken.

“Can I say something?”

He jumps slightly at the sound of your voice and turns to look at you with curious blue orbs.

“I always thought it would be Talia y’know? Especially on account of how Damian got here, but I thought it would be her.”

“What?” He asks with furrowed dark eyebrows.

“I always thought that the thing with Selina was harmless flirting, even if she did kiss you once or twice, I never really got mad.” You can feel your throat slick and tighten with nerves but your belly is full of rage.

You can see it on his face when it registers what you were talking about and the blanching of his face causes you to get angrier for some reason. You stand up quickly from your position on the bed and instinctively he holds a hand out in attempt to calm you.

“Why would you do that to me? What have I not given you that you couldn’t think ‘I shouldn’t do this, I have a wife waiting at home’?”

“We were caught up in the moment, it wasn’t supposed to happen.” He tries to explain.

“Multiple times, you fucked her multiple times! On different days, on different weeks!”

He looks at you pathetically and you suddenly find that your positions have been reversed and he is the one sitting on the bed while you are the one standing.

“You know I thought this would happen when we were dating, and I told myself that it would be much better if it happened then because I could just leave. But now I can’t, I’m stuck here with you, in this giant stupid house.” You can feel your tears start to well up again but you quickly wipe at your eyes in an attempt to wipe them away. “Were you going to stop sleeping with her? Or were you just waiting to get caught?”

He doesn’t respond and he hangs his head down in shame.

“Look at me!,” you snap agitated and causing him to meet your gaze. “You were bold enough to go and do it no you have to take the consequences the same way you did them.”

“I wasn’t going to stop,” he said truthfully. You feel your jaw twitch at the honesty and the frown that’s pulling at your lips is almost painful. “Selina has always been important to me I suppose, and it felt natural.”

It was almost as if you could hear your heart breaking and you couldn’t stop the sob that ran its way through your throat. You slapped a hand over your mouth in shame and turned away from him as the tears freely flowed down your face. Almost instinctively at your crying from, Bruce was at your side with a large hand on your back trying to comfort you.

“Don’t. Touch. Me!” You snap slapping his hands away. “Why did you marry me? If you felt that way you should have been with her!”

“I love you,” he says desperately.

“No you don’t,” you say pushing him away from you. “If you did you wouldn’t have done this.”

“Thats-” he starts but he stops himself.

“Were you going to say ‘That’s not true’?” You ask incredulously with wide eyes. “So you were planning on cheating on me anyway.”

“No,” he shakes his head.

“God, I’ve wasted all of this time on you,” you say moving around him looking for a pair of shoes to slip on and your keys. “All of the things that I could have done, places I could  have gone, and people who would have loved me, I gave it up for you. I put my career on hold so I could help you. So that Wayne Enterprises would have someone there while you rested. So that our son could have something other than mask to raise him. But you couldn’t do one thing for me? You couldn’t say no one time for me?”

He doesn’t respond, he knows he shouldn’t respond, nothing he can say will make this situation better.

Once you’ve collected your shoes, bag, and care keys, you let out a sigh,”I had really hoped that once you came home that there would be some way that you could deny this and I would have believed you. That I’d been slipped some sort of drug and had been hallucinating the things that I saw, but I was too hopeful.” You wipe at your eyes. “The worse part about it is that you’ve trapped me, Bruce. What can I do? My life has become our kids, your company, and your mission. That has been my job since we’ve gotten married. I lived for us Bruce, why couldn’t you?”

“I didn’t mean to- I didn’t mean for this to happen,” he pleads. “She was just-”

This isn’t about her, Bruce.” You shake your head and make your way to the bedroom door. “I’m going to stay at the penthouse. Don’t come by. Tell Damian that I’ll come get him for lunch on Saturday like I always do.”

“Are you coming back?”

You look at his sad blue orbs and shake your head, “I don’t know.”

***

Damian was the first to arrive home. Bruce watched from the bedroom window as he and Alfred made their way into the house. What was he supposed to tell him? Not just Damian, but everyone. That he’d driven their mother away and he didn’t know when she’d be back? That he’d ruined their family? No, never that. How could he break his children even more than they already had been.

With a frown, Bruce locked the door to the bedroom and sat in silence and darkness. If he’d gone to the cave he would have opened himself up to questions. In here, for the moment, he was safe. No one would bother him here.

***

“Hey Alfred, where is mom?” Dick asked, taking a drink of his water.

“Yes, I would like to know as well, Pennyworth. It’s not often that you come and pick me up from school,” Damian started pushing around some of his food with his fork.

“Mom didn’t get you from school?” Tim questioned with a furrowed brow. “That’s her thing though.”

“Hence the question,” Damian replied with smirk causing Tim to roll his eyes.

“Maybe she got tired of you being a smartass and didn’t feel like being bothered,” Jason adds in with a raised eyebrow and a smirk of his own as he rocks back on the legs of his chair.

“Unlikely, considering I’m her favorite,” the youngest said crossing his arms over his chest. “Besides, I haven’t seen her at all, not since this morning.”

“What?” The three older boys questioned alarmed.

“Alfred?” Dick questions again to the older man who hasn’t raised his head from his plate since the questioning started. “Where is mom?”

“I’m afraid, Master Grayson, that it would be best if you went to ask Master Wayne,” the butler deflects.

“Has something happened to, mom?” Tim asks seriously.

“I cannot answer that,” Alfred replies again.

In frustration Jason pushes away from the dining room table to make his way up to the master bedroom, the other boys following quickly behind him.

It only takes a minute for Jason to stomp his way to the bedroom and even less for him to begin banging on the door.

“Open the door up, old man” He starts impatiently. “We just want to know where mom is.”

There is a pause as the boys listen for movement, and when there isn’t any Jason pounds on the door again, “I’ll break the door open!”

“Jason!” Dick scolds. “Mom will be mad if you break her door.”

“Well how else am I supposed to get him to open it?”

“We could use our brains?” Tim suggests.

“No need,” Damian says pulling out his blade and shoving it in the jam of the door. He uses his weight as pressure and pops open the door.

“That still counts as messing up the door,” Dick says pointing at the ruined lock.

“It’s still intact isn’t it?”

“Whatever.”

Tim pushes open the door giving way to the light from the hallway to flood into the dark room. Tim quickly finds the light switch and the room lights up.

“Father?” Damian questions when the lights flicker on and he sees the man sitting on the edge of his bed with his head in hands.

The man doesn’t respond to his name being called and this sends the boys into a slight panic. Dick quickly walks over and places a large hand on Bruce’s shoulder and tries to shake him out of his trance.

The man looks at the boys and sadness flashes in his eyes as he realizes he has to explain how he’s taken their mother from them.

“Where is mom?” Tim asks.

Damian watches from a distance and takes in the state of the room. On the occasions that he’d have nightmares, he usually finds himself in his parents bed snuggled against his mother in the expansive bed as she protected him from the dreams. He probably knew better than anyone what their bedroom was supposed to look like.He noted that the dresser was suspiciously bare of his mother’s jewelry boxes and perfume bottles.  He casts a quick glance at Jason who seems to realize that something is off about the room.

Damian walks around the bed to his mother’s closet and opens it only find it empty. Jason stands behind his youngest brother staring at the empty room perplexed.

“This is her’s,” Damian mutters, “Where is her stuff?”

When it clicks for Jason he’s consumed with rage and he’s stomping over to Bruce again and pushing his startled brothers away. His large hand is around Bruce’s collar in an instant and he’s pulling the man up.

“What did you do? Why did she leave?” Jason questions acidly, his own blue eyes clashing violently with Bruce’s.

“Leave?” Dick questions. “How do you know she left?”

“Majority of Ummi’s things are gone. Like they were packed up.”

“She left us?” Tim questions swallowing thickly.

“I’m pretty sure she left him!” Jason hisses shaking the man who is still staring blankly at him. “What did you do?”

“What could you have done to make her leave like this?” Tim asks.

Dick examines his adoptive father keenly as he runs the scenarios through his mind. His mother adored Bruce, so why would she just leave?

Seemingly having enough of being pushed around Bruce quickly wraps his hand around Jason’s wrists and squeezed before ripping the hand off of his collar. The stretched fabric falls limply around his neck as he looks at the four of his sons angrily.

“You all need to leave,” He says sternly. “Your mother is safe.”

Dick’s gaze falls onto where the collar hangs limply at Bruce’s neck and he spots a purple bruise on his neck that causes a thought to run through his mind and it makes his hair stand on end.

“You wouldn’t,” Dick says with a shake of his head and a disbelieving smile. “You couldn’t, not to Mom, right?”

“What are talking about, Grayson?” Damian asks looking in between the two men.

Bruce meets Dick’s gaze and the younger man feels himself getting hot with anger the longer he holds his gaze.

Tim examines his father and finds the same bruise on Bruce’s neck and he puts it together. Instead of letting his anger consume him he glances back at his younger brother and grabs his arm.

“Let go of me, Drake,” Damian struggles as Tim pulls him along.

“Alfred knows where she went doesn’t he?” Tim asks glancing at the guilty man. A quick nod is all he needs as he proceeds down stairs with the young boy.

“Who was it with? Viki? Talia? Who?” Dick questions angrily.

Jason snorts in anger as he realizes what his brother is implying.

“Selina,” Bruce responds after a long pause.

Dick shakes his head in anger, “I knew you could be an asshole but not like this.”

Dick locks eyes with his brother, “We should find out where mom is and go see her in the morning. I’m sure she wants to be alone now.”

Jason nods and watches as his Dick leaves the room. He stares down the older man for a second before stomping out.

***

It seemed like it was always raining in Gotham, despite whatever the season was. At the moment that suited you just fine. The wide open space of the penthouse was smaller than what you were used to but still felt empty. You were happy that Bruce hadn’t tried to come and see you, you don’t think you could have been as civil as you were if he had come to see you.

So when there was a knock on the door, you felt dread fill your stomach. You quickly padded over to the door and looked out of the peephole and saw the distorted visage of four familiar figures.

“Boys!” You say with wide eyes as you swing open the door.

“Ummi!” The youngest voice calls out as he leaps at you burying his face in your stomach as his small but strong arms wrap themselves around your waist.

“Damian,” you say with a smile, running a comforting hand along his back.

“We were worried,” Dick says with a smile and a shrug as he pulls a bouquet of flowers from behind his back.

“You’re all so sweet,” you say with a smile moving to the side and letting the boys into the home.

“We didn’t want you to be alone,” Tim says, “We also wanted to make sure your weren’t in danger.”

“Oh,” you say sadly and closed the door behind them. Damian let’s go your waist and instead opts to hold your hand. “I shouldn’t have left in such a hurry, I know it can be unsafe.”

“We understand, mom” Jason says with a smile. You meet his normally stern eyes and you feel your tear ducts well up. “Hey, don’t cry! I brought food.”

We, brought food,” Dick pops in as Jason shows you a bag in is hand. “Tim set the table.”

Damian brings you over to sit you at the dining room table as Tim makes a place for the each of you.

Jason and Dick bring the food out and then sit down to join you.

“We’re sorry about Bruce,” Dick starts looking at you with a sad smile. “But we understand and we’ll be here for you.”

The boys nod their heads in agreement.

You smile at your boys, feeling slightly better than you had been in hours, “Thank you.”

Reddie Summer Camp Headcanon

- so this is after the losers have defeated Pennywise the first time (or so they thought)

- canonically they all move away from Derry and forget everything with the exception of Mike

- so let’s imagine, the following summer by sheer coincidence Eddie and Richie are both sent to the same sleep away camp that’s lasts all summer

- Eddie is sent because him mom wants him to meet some safe and well behaved friends

- Richie is sent because his parents don’t wanna deal with looking after him for a few months even though they don’t pay any attention to him anyway but that’s not the point

- so here they both are, at a weird camp, surrounded by a bunch of strangers with whom they have no intentions of associating or socializing with

- Eddie gets there first, and is immediately repulsed by the cabin he’s going to be spending the next two to three months in; the bunk beds are even worse.

- when everyone’s settling in and claiming bunks Eddie goes outside for a minute to calm himself down, but at this point he’s having a full fledged panic attack

- some random kid sees him and calls him a freak, and little Eddie is completely lost

- eventually, after about 15 minutes of hyperventilating and wheezing, he regrets leaving his inhaler at home, even if it is just bullshit, he’s got himself under enough control to walk down to the messhall for lunch

- it seems like everyone there knows each other, and Eddie doesn’t want to be that kid to join a random group of people mid conversation just to sit in uncomfortable silence with.

- so he makes his way to the only empty table, in the very back of the room

- at this point another bus of campers has rolled in, and wouldn’t you know it, the one and only trashmouth is on that bus

- since it’s lunch Richies batch of campers go straight to the messhall to eat

- as eddies sitting there, glumly pushing the gross food around his plate, he hears a voice

- it’s not a pleasant one, in fact this kid, whoever he is, sounds petty goddamn obnoxious, telling some lame Ur Mom joke

- but there’s something about that voice, something comforting. Something familiar.

- eddies racking his brain, trying to figure out where he knows that voice from, but it’s like trying to itch that one small part of your back, that’s just out of reach, or trying to remember a dream you had that’s just ALMOST there, but not quite. (Yikes, that’s a run on sentence if I ever saw one)

- the moment he looks up to try and put a face to that voice, he locks eyes with the most beautiful person he thinks he’s ever seen, belonging to a head of unruly black curls and thick glasses

- Richie

- suddenly he’s struck with bits and pieces of memories from that endless summer him and his friends faced

- and from the look on Richies face, he remembers to

- without even realizing what was happening the two boys started walking towards each other, ignoring the sea of boys surrounding them

- “Eddie spaghetti, I didn’t realize how much I fucking missed you until right now”

- eddies too overwhelmed with emotions to say anything, so he just grabs onto the taller boy and hugs him like it’s he the only thing in he world that matters

- after their reunion and a lunchtime of very confusing revelations, it’s time for everyone to go back to their assigned cabins

- by a twist of fate, luck, or some other higher power, Eddie and Richie were both put in the same cabin

- naturally they choose bunk beds together

- “but Richie I wanna be on top”

- “that’s what your mother said last night”

- of course Richie let’s Eddie take the top bunk anyways, because he just can’t stand to see him looking upset for even a moment

- the rest of the summer is spent remembering things in random chunks, and eventually everything is back, even the things they wish they could forget

- the two boys devise a plan, to reunite the losers even if just for a day

- because how could it be possible that these friends, these 7 kids who faced all of their worst fears together, could just forget one another–just like that?

- Eddie and Richie both send letters to the other remaining 5 losers, reminding them of who they all were to each other, begging the through writing to remember that summer the best they possibly could

- at the bottom of each letter they left a date, a location, and a request to at least try and be there

- maybe if they all saw each other in the flesh again, things would be different

- maybe they wouldn’t forget everything the moment they went their separate ways again

- and on the last week of camp, the boys wrote letters to each other, so when they got home they’d have a physical reminder of what they had forgotten so quickly

- “but what if it’s not enough Richie? I mean, what good is a stupid letter if we’re still half a country apart from each other?”

- “it has to be enough Eds, it’s the best we can do”

- the next few days the boys are even more inseparable than they already were

- they even sleep in the same bed, not caring about the whispers and stares they get from the other campers, because none of that matters

- when the day finally comes that they have to leave each other, Richie gives Eddie the most urgent but gentle kiss he can, hoping that maybe, just maybe, that feeling alone will be enough to remember.

- the bus driver has to practically tear Eddie away by the shirt collar to get him on, because it’s time to go

- the entire drive back home both Eddie and Richie are furiously repeating the others name to themselves, struggling to keep an image of their face, and fighting sleep because “I can’t forget him, not this time

The Danger Of Red Lips // A Dylan O’Brien Smut

Relationship: Dylan O’Brien x Reader

Warnings: *cracks knuckles in preparation because this is tHE DIRTIEST SMUT I HAVE WRITTENNSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Ice Play, Moan Play, Cum Play (Is that even a thing?) Oral (Both), “Creampie”, Facial Ejaculation, Titty Fucking, Dirty Talk, Overstimulation, Public-ish Sex, Unprotected Sex, So Much Teasing, Dom!Dylan but also Sub!Dylan, Swearing, and Dylan O’Brien is one kinky motherfucker.

Word Count: 8,835

Song: Drunk In Love by Beyoncé Ft. Jay-Z

A/N: I was in the mood to write something absolutely filthy without any real plot so … this happened. I really think it’s the dirtiest fic I have ever written, I did not hold back at all. Thank you to @stilinski-jpeg for proofreading. This is pure porn y’all, enjoy! And ladies never underestimate the power of red lipstick, put it on and conquer the world.

P.s. I couldn’t decide between these two gifs, so I just put both.

Chewing on my lips until they became swollen, I tried my hardest to concentrate on my work on the table front of me which soon became long forgotten as I felt a warm and comforting hand settling on my shoulder. Looking behind me, I see a smiling Dylan as one of his hands began beautifully massaging my shoulder and his other hand held something behind his back. My eyes were too focused on his skillful massage to care about what he was hiding. His long fingers rubbing at just the perfect amount of pressure, my chest involuntarily sighing in pure bliss. The veins on Dylan’s hand were what attracted me the most, my body feeling this sudden need to trace them with my tongue.

Without a single word pushing past his lips, Dylan pulls out what he’s hiding and hands it to me. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion, but mostly intrigue, as I take the tube of lipstick he was holding and examine it in my own hand. His free one moves to my unattended shoulder and, now with both hands, he expertly massages my tense shoulders. I stare back up at him, my mind more confused than it’s ever been.

“Why did you just give me one of my lipsticks?” I asked, my head cocking to the side.

“Put it on.” Dylan nodded towards it.

“What?” I chuckled slightly. “Why?”

“Just do it.”

“Okay, but why?” I pressed.

“Don’t you trust me?” My husband shrugged, challenging me. “Just put on the lipstick, kitten.”

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Lie to me - Dean Winchester x Reader - Chapter 3 (French Mistake AU)

Title: Lie to me

Pairing: Dean/Jensen x Reader x Sam

Word Count: 4,985

Warnings: None

Imagine: Imagine Dean and Sam getting transported to the French Mistake universe. Only for Dean to realize he is married to you, his best friend, love of his life and… Sam’s girlfriend.

Great thank you to @gaveherhearttotheliontattoo for being an amazing beta!

Read Part 1 here! l Read Part 2 here!

“What’s this?” his voice was shaking and as soon as you took notice of what he was talking your eyes widened.

“Oh crap, was that there all this time? I would have ruined the surprise.” you exclaimed, rushing to his side to take the photo – let’s say – from the fridge.

“Wait- wait-” Dean blinked “What surprise?”

“What do you mean?” you looked up at him, truly perplexed “The surprise. You know the one we have for Jared and Gen and practically everybody else in our fam- Alright, what is going on Jensen?”

“I’m- I’m alright, it’s just that-” he shook his head “I’m sorry it feels almost as if I’m not- not myself today.” he cleared his throat and in the end you sighed, giving him a sympathetic look.

“Baby” you cupped his cheek “Do you need to get some rest? Honestly just-”

“No, (Y/n).” he shook his head, cutting you off softly as he took a hold of your hand “Just- can you tell me what this is?”

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For those who think demisexuality isn't a thing.

Fortunately, no one has been bold enough to tell me this, but unfortunately, I see this happening to a lot of other bloggers:

A demisexual is described as someone who doesn’t experience sexual attraction to someone else without a having developed a deep (usually emotional) bond with them. Straight people who don’t understand the term automatically assume that’s everyone. Their reasoning: most sane people will only have sex with someone they know or that they're close to.

Here’s why that reasoning is wrong, and I’ll do it without pointing to people who have one-night stands because I don’t think that’s a good enough example. These thoughts are based on observing the everyday people around me:

No, the average person won’t have sex with someone they haven’t developed some type of bond with, but they typically know after they talk to them for a couple of hours or date them a few times whether or not they WANT to have sex with that person. Most will know from that first glance. You know the glance: they look at the person’s face, then they keep going down, and keep going down, and if they like what they see, they already know. Sometimes they don’t even start with the face.

The number of times I’ve had a stranger comment on my body or look away from my eyes to see what the rest of me looks like grosses me out. This only grosses out the average person if they’ve already determined in their mind that they’re not attracted to the person giving them that glance. Otherwise, more often than not, they’ve already done the same glance themselves. I can’t count the number of times my girlfriends swoon over a muscular guy with a beard or a sexually charged video while I’m like, “Hm, okay. Moving on.”

I’ve had my friends defend the drivers who honk at me on the street. Because to the average straight person, it’s natural for people to look at you and consider whether or not you’re sexually attractive and openly expressing it to you with the expectation of reciprocation or, at the least, appreciation.

As a demi-gray asexual, I have only experienced sexual attraction to another person twice. The first was because I’d developed a deep romantic bond with a friend, and I naturally knew when the attraction shifted and I wanted to go further. The second was–the dilemma which most demisexuals face–because of a deep crush I’d developed on a close friend, and the thought of wanting to have sex with them didn’t occur for long after the crush had festered, like YEARS long.

As a demisexual, the attraction I typically experience is aesthetic or romantic. When I see what is classified as a hot guy, my first thought is usually, “I just want to stare at him.” I don’t want to see him naked. I don’t need to see him as sexy to be attracted to him. And for me, I usually find mannerisms or what might be generic actions to someone else as attractive. It’s super rare that I look at a guy and instantly think, “Sexy.” It’s after I’ve had a chance to know them for a while that I can tag that onto them, if at all.

As a romantic demisexual, if I picture myself in bed with a guy, typically, we’re just lying there, if not holding each other, then I’m certainly touching his face because I’m weird, but maybe that’s not just me. If that touching leads to kissing, PERFECT. I love kissing. If that kissing leads further and I want it, then that’s cool; it’s natural, but it’s very difficult for me to picture anything further than kissing most of the time.

The average person lives for where the kissing might lead. Many aces might not even feel the desire to kiss; an aromantic one certainly won’t. A demiromantic one won’t if, just like a demisexual, they haven’t formed a deep enough bond with that person.

A lot of times it’s hard to feel like you SHOULD be feeling this way or that when you don’t and when people around you are telling you you should. Some aces have sex with their significant other to please them. Some are repulsed by the idea of sex. It grosses me out a little bit, to be honest, but I’m not repulsed by it. I’m well aware of arousal and enjoy that sensation, but while I’d like to experience that with someone in the future, I’m not hard pressed about it.  Cuffing Season is a thing for a reason: the average person wants to be with someone romantically and sexually, to “keep them warm” this season. If they’re attracted to the person and the person is attracted to them, and they have a couple of things in common that make them tolerable, then that is all they need. For demisexuals, we just need a blanket and some hot chocolate, and we’re good. That’s definitely not how everyone else feels.

This is dumb long, and I seriously could go on, but I hope this is enough to shed some light for naysayers.

  • Travis: Do you guys remember when I had the lizards?
  • Griffin: You had lizards?
  • Travis: You don't remember that brief period where I had the aquarium up in my attic room, with the two, like, red lizards in there? You don't remember that?
  • Griffin: I don't remember you had lizards!
  • Travis: Somebody gave me a box of some lizards when I was in elementary school. I didn't have'em very long, I wasn't very responsible. They were already pretty old when they were given to me folks, don't worry at home. Um, but I remember thinking this may be the best trade-off of pet-to-owner interaction level, of like...even better than fish, the low level I must commit to enjoy these lizards being in this glass box.
  • Griffin: I gotta know more about this person that gave you a box and said here's two very old lizards, will you help them die Travis? Will you help these old lizards find their way to Jesus?
  • Travis: I wish I could remember more salient details of this lizard exchange, but honest to god the only thing I can remember is coming home one day from like, some kind of practice, and mom and dad being like, "Hey sorry, your lizards are dead." And I walked into my room where they were in the aquarium and I poked them and they started running around and I looked at mom and dad and they were like, "I swear they were dead like ten minutes ago!"
  • Justin: Thank you for calling Travis McElroy's Lizard Hospice. Uh, we do have - we try to provide the most calming sort of spiritual experience for your lizards to, uh, feel free to let go. That's the main thing we try to achieve here.
Mr and Mrs Skarsgard - Bill Skarsgard x Reader

Title: Mr and Mrs Skarsgard

Pairing: Bill Skarsgard x Reader

Warnings: Slight angst

Summary: Imagine your best friend, and love of your life, Bill is getting married to another woman and asks for your help in the preparations of the wedding, which ends up with you being the bridesmaid too. You have plans for once the wedding day is over, but what Bill confesses to you changes everything. (Happy Ending)

When imagining planning and going to your best friend’s wedding you always thought you’d be smiling as bright as you could while watching them about to start their life with their significant other. Hearing them exchange vows would make you tear up because of pure happiness and when it came to you making a small speech for them or simply proposing and congratulating them you’d be able to share their own bliss. You’d feel a small pang at having to say a small goodbye but you knew it wouldn’t be the end so it would all be more sweet than bitter. But then again you had never imagined that said best friend would be the love of your life, had you?

And so this day, which you had imagined sometimes, was completely different for you.

You had seen it coming, you had practically seen him fall in love with her and you had tried to keep the smile on your face mostly for him. You had endured it plenty of times before, with both the serious and non-serious relationships of his. You were the best friend, the wing-woman, it was bound to happen, much like you falling in love with Bill, but you had never thought it would turn out to be so hard for you. Just like your feelings for him. He always said you were the most important woman of all to him, the one he would never abandon and you were partially glad about it because he not once had made you feel replaced. But the thing was that your heart no longer ached to be just a friend to him, and watching him feel things for other women that he didn’t for you was a nightmare coming true.

To say it felt like a ton of bricks had been dumped on you would be a huge understatement when Bill, said best friend and love of your life, had not only said he proposed to his girlfriend but she had also said yes. Of course she had, you would have as well in her place, but for a completely different reason. You knew Bill in ways she didn’t and you loved him for more reasons that weren’t this obvious and were more true, but she once more obviously had no idea about. You loved him for him, all of him. And that was the only reason why you made yourself endure this as well, it wasn’t as if you could change it. He was happy, you couldn’t take that away from him when that’s what you always wished for him.

“Everything looks so great, (Y/n), my brother is so lucky to have you in his life.” Alexander breathed out as he took a look around him “He’s be so lost without you.”

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Are you sure?

Request: Could you do one where harry and his girl just started talking/ have been on a few dates and then she sees all this stuff in the news about him and Camille?


“I had fun tonight.” Harry smiled, your hands laced with his as you stood on your doorstep. 

You smiled, butterflies in your stomach and a blush on your cheeks. “Me too. Thank you.” 

Harry shook his head slightly. “Thank you. Text me when you wake up?” Harry tiltled his head to the side, making him look even more adorable than he already was and causing you to bite your lip a little, nodding. 

“Text me when you’re home?” 

“Of course,” He smiled, “Goodnight, love.” He leaned down, pressing his lips on yours in a kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist instead and your hands around his neck. 

You both pulled away, breathless with grins. “Goodnight. Take care.” You pecked his cheek, backing away until you were inside your house, holding the door. 

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red, 1: confession

» pairing: min yoongi x reader

» genre: angst (most genres will be touched upon as the drabbles continue)

» request: myg + dealing with cheating 

» word count: 1,529

» note: I decided to do this request as a drabble series as opposed to a one-shot or actual series bc I feel that taking broken glimpses at the relationship will be much more effective than a straight forward linear telling. Also most of them will be longer than this one, but it’s more of just an introduction to the story!

“I slept with someone.”

The four words that were said to you all of those months ago, wrapped in the static of cellphone towers that were trying to connect the two of you from across oceans. You remembered choking out a broken and fragmented, “W-what did you say?” Because for some reason you couldn’t stop yourself from needing to hear the words again even though you registered them perfectly the first time. Every single syllable had already embedded itself inside of your mind, and that sentiment still rang true even now, almost two months later.

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