every time he fell i lost it

The 1 Thing Your Scenes MUST HAVE

Sully is a good representation of how I want people to react when enthralled by a story I’ve written:

But more often than not, I get a reaction more like this:

Or at least, I did. I couldn’t understand why my writing produced these less-than-stellar responses. I had meticulously worded every sentence. I’d made sure there were exciting parts. I had parceled out backstory, setting, and exposition so the reader could understand what the heck was going on. So why did eyes glaze over while reading my book? Why did MY eyes glaze over while reading my own work? 

The problem, I finally found out, was that my scenes didn’t turn. 

I was cramming all that exposition in right out of the gate, so the reader knew absolutely everything … which meant there wasn’t anything to find out. The scenes were just tiny chronicles where the main character set out to do something and accomplished it with flying colors. Nothing ever happened that surprised him. And consequently, nothing ever happened to surprise the reader.  

I wasn’t withholding information, and revealing it methodically. 

I wasn’t letting the story spin in new directions. It was always chugging along the straightforward track where I’d dropped my reader.

I wasn’t letting my scenes TURN.

To illustrate what I mean, here’s an example of a great scene with a great turn from a wonderful movie: Beauty and the Beast

*Opening music that makes me want to cry from how beautiful it is*

Beat 1:

“Once upon a time, in a faraway land a young prince lived in a shining castle…” (Action: Apparently the world takes action to make sure this prince lives a cushy existence.)

“Although he had everything his heart desired, the prince was spoiled, selfish, and unkind.” (Reaction: And he acts like a brat anyway.)

Beat 2:

“But then, one winter’s night, and old beggar woman came to the castle and offered a single rose in return for shelter from the bitter cold.” (Action)

“Repulsed by her haggard appearance, the prince sneered at the gift, and turned the old woman away.” (Reaction)

Beat 3:

“But she warned him, not to be deceived by appearances, for beauty is found within.” (Action)

“And when he dismissed her again …” (Reaction)

Beat 4:

“The old woman’s ugliness melted away to reveal a beautiful enchantress.” (Action)

“The prince tried to apologize …” (Reaction) 

Beat 5:

“But it was too late, for she had seen that there was no love in his heart. And as punishment, she transformed him into a hideous beast and placed a powerful spell on the castle, and all who lived there.” (Action)

“Ashamed of his monstrous form, the beast concealed himself inside his castle, with a magic mirror as his only window to the outside world.” (Reaction)

Beat 6:

“The rose she had offered was truly an enchanted rose, that would bloom until his 21st year. If he could learn to love another, and earn their love in return, by the time the last petal fell, then the spell would be broken. If not, he would be doomed to remain a beast for all time.” (Action)

“As the years passed, he fell into despair, and lost all hope.”  (Reaction)

“For who could ever learn to love a beast?”

Turn: The 6th beat is the turn. The story has spun in a new direction, the direction the WHOLE STORY will motor towards. 

Revelation: There’s the big one of the scene turn, but I love how every action and reaction in this prologue feels like a revelation. Each one feels like it could be a scene on it’s own, but it’s told in a just few words, with beautiful imagery. There’s no fluff in this, nothing unnecessary, everything is perfectly needed. (Sorry, I just really love this opening. I can remember sitting in my little wicker rocking chair when I was four watching this in awe. This movie is one of the reasons I’m story obsessed.)

NOW let’s remove all curiosity and surprise from this scene. 

We’ll take away the atmosphere of “all is not as it seems”, the “seeking and learning significant information” feeling, the sense that we’re climbing to something significant. Instead of withholding and revealing snippets of information, after gradual beat-by-beat escalation of curiosity, we’ll dump all information right away. We’ll take this beautiful scene, and make it distinctly not a scene by removing all traces of a turn.

So! The purpose of this “section” of story is to communicate necessary information. What info? The guy used to be a terrible prince. Someone cursed him to be a beast. His castle and the people who live there are also cursed. He’s got a rose that will bloom until he’s 21. He’s supposed to fall in love with someone and get that person to love him back.  Or he’s going to be a beast forevermore. So, let’s give it a whirl.

Let’s say it opens up on Lumiere and the Beast. They’re just hanging out in the West Wing, the Beast watching the rose sparkle, Lumiere extinguishing and reigniting his left candle/hand for something to do.

LUMIERE: “So Master, it’s been years since you were turned into a beast and the castle staff was turned into objects.”

BEAST: “Yup.”

L: “I wish you hadn’t have upset that enchantress, and been a bit kinder.”

B: “Me too. Don’t know how.”

L: “Now our only hope to return to our human forms, is if you fall in love and get that person to fall in love with you.”

B: *Noncommittal grunt*

L: “Better happen soon, before that last petal on the magical rose falls. When you turn 21, it’s going to fall. And if you haven’t learned to love by then, well, we’re stuck.”

B: “I’m aware." 

L: "Yup.”

B: “Yup.”

Well, that was extraordinarily awful. 

So what about these scenes is different? (Besides one being a work of art and the other being agony in text form.) 

– One withholds information and reveals it slowly, turning the story at the end. 

– One is just an info dump. 

So how can a turn be accomplished?  There are four types of turns: 

– Surprise

– Amplified Curiosity 

– New Insight

– Spin in New Direction

A SURPRISE turn is the difference between what the character expects and what actually happens, surprising them, surprising the reader/audience that is enthralled by your story. A CURIOSITY turn is when a new mystery is presented to the reader, increasing their drive to find out what happens next. An INSIGHT one is when a scene ends by solving a mystery, answering a question that the audience has been wondering about. And a SPIN is just that, a turn that jolts the story into a new unexpected direction.

And how do they work in a scene? 

The turn happens at the end. It’s the point of the scene. Everything’s leading to it. Think of it as the period punctuation mark on the end of the sentence that is your scene. But really your reader is anticipating that turn throughout the scene.
It’s this anticipation and “gradual illumination” that’s crucial to a story turn. This is the wonderful curious feeling that keeps us turning pages. That sense that “all is not as it seems, and if I keep reading I’ll find out the truth.” which is so intoxicating. And this is accomplished with beats, the exchanges of action and reaction, each acting like a escalation on a roller coaster, each increasing anticipation for the drop. 

Turns and revelation anticipation are rather magical when you think about it. They really are (as Robert McKee says) the substance of story. (Or they’re magical to me. I said I was obsessed. Blame this movie!) 

Now I’m going to go watch Beauty and the Beast again.


What’s real is every time that you were sick when you were a kid, your mum used to sit up with you all night and read to you till you fell asleep. That’s real. Or when you were seven and you took your silly rowing boat out and you got lost in that storm, and me and your dad were out, shouting and screaming, losing our minds. And when your dad found you, how he cried. That’s real.

My parents are funeral directors

I pretty much grew up in a funeral home and I have so many stories. 

Here are a few of them:

One time we had hired a new funeral director, and we ran out of holy water so he ran up to my dad so panicked and asked how we could order some  before the funeral that afternoon. My dad told him to “Boil the hell out of it”. We thought he would laugh but he spent the next hour boiling water on the stove.

One time my dad was driving the hearse to a funeral and the council hadn’t dug the plot, like they full on forgot to dig a hole for a funeral. He rang up my mum crying because it was so stressful and mum honestly though him shouting “I lost the plot” was a joke.

My brother and I use to play hide and seek at a graveyard and we almost fell in open plots a few time. We would steal peoples flowers until mum told us the importance of flowers. After that I would pick flowers from the bushes and give them to every grave without them because I felt so bad for them.

When we would go driving we would always keep an eye out for parks with roses so we could come back later and “borrow” the rose petals so we didn’t have to pay for them.

Mum has heard “you raise me up” and “Amazing grace” so many times shes told us if we play them at her funeral she will straight up haunt us.

Discussions about what we wanted at our funerals have been a normal part of our lives since we were tiny. Every year each one of us would give mum and dad a detailed description of our funeral, kind of like a morbid letter to Santa.

 So many people died from car accidents and mum and dad discussed funerals all the time I became so phobic of driving I would have a panic attack when ever I got in the front seat. 

When I was about 10 I would steal all the fake crosses for coffins and give them to people at school.

When I was 14 I really wanted to be a mortician so mum said I was allowed to come in and help prep a body for a funeral. I went in all gloved up and pulled back the sheet on the body and it was the ACTUAL mortician and he sat up and screamed at me. I died a little inside that day.

In the back room there was a fridge for the workers and it mostly had coke but once it had a can of beer and I sculled it before I knew what it was….I was 11.

Once my brothers and I hid in the coffin display room to scare my parents but they knew about it and shut the lids. Assholes.

When I was 13 i was obsessed with phantom of the opera so I would play music on the organ in the viewing room in the dark, thought I was so edgy.

We have one of the only horse drawn hearses in the country so we were asked to bring it down for a historical reenactment in the oldest cemetery in the town. I got to wizz around an old cemetery on a horse drawn hearse with a top hat on. I made so many goths jealous. Was a good day.

I am so terrified of the idea of ghosts (I don’t believe in them) even though I grew up at a funeral home. 

Once this person who thought ghosts were real asked my parents if they had had ghostly experiences and they laughed in her face. She was so offended that people who had spent most of there life around dead people didn’t have any proof ghosts were real. 

Movie nights.

Movie nights with Harry were always the same. He would come to your house or you would go to his and he would be all excited and happy that he would spend the night with you and with a good movie as well. He was the one who had a say in which movie you would watch and you were perfectly fine with that.

On the other hand, you would always choose what snacks would keep your tummies full during the movie. Pizzas, ice cream, popcorn and other fattening items were always the first options. This made Harry feel a bit odd, because he was used to eating healthy most of the time. But with you, this was not the case.

Of course, your movie spots would be ready some time ago in order not to waste any time when the movie would start. Your spot was the same every night; on the couch, with many cushions, especially when the movie was a horror one so that you had something to shelter your eyes when a horrifying scene came up on the screen. Blankets were also surrounding you two, to protect you from the cold of the winter when it was winter. Harry would always make a cheeky remark such as “Why do yeh need this blanket? I am here to make yeh warm” or  “Isn’t my body warm enough fo’ yeh pet?”. These comments would instantly plant a smile on your face.

During your movies, Harry was the watcher and you were the sleeper. Most of the time. You hated the fact that sleep was just around the corner for you because that meant that Harry would make fun of you at least for a week. For Harry though, you being the sleeper, was something he always took advantage of. It was the perfect time to admire you. How your eyes rested perfectly closed and how your long eyelashes decorated your upper cheeks so delicately. His next stop, was your lips. He would stare at them for a good amount of time, considering every single detail; from the colour of them to how they would taste on his.

One of his favourite things to observe while you were asleep, was how your chest rose and fell, with every breath you would take. He didn’t understand why he liked it so much to see you breathe while asleep but what he came near as a reason was that it relaxed him. Your steady inhales and exhales and how tranquil you looked, made him the exact same way. Like he had no problems. Like, even if he had some problems, he would be strong enough to solve them or at least learn. In other words, you were his source of strength and he loved you for that as well.

There were a few nights when Harry would fall asleep and you would continue watching the movie. But that hardly ever happened and you were used to your movie nights being like this. As you were reminiscing you felt that this time it would be different. Heck, you didn’t even know if there would be a movie night tonight. All thanks to an argument between you two.

Casually, you were waiting for Harry to arrive to your house for your movie night. It was 11:45 by now, and Harry was never late. Especially when it came to his best friend; you.

You were beyond worried so you rang Niall. You knew that Niall and Harry were the closest out of the other lads so you thought that maybe he knew where Harry was or what had happened in general.

“Ya? Who’s this?”, Niall’s voice spoke through the speaker.

“Hello, Niall. It’s me, Y/N. Sorry if I woke you up but do you have any idea where Harry is? His phone has probably shut down and I can’t reach him. I am so worried here”. Before he had the chance to reply, a really deep voice spoke in the background. You could recognize this voice any time.

“You know what Niall? Screw it. I am sitting here, all worried and he just decides to disappear. Let him be then. Enjoy your night guys and thanks for trying to help”. You were frustrated.

“Y/N, wait, it is not wha-“. Before Niall could explain you had hung up. You felt humiliated. Betrayed either. You thought that Harry would at least call to tell you that your movie night was cancelled or something. You would be pissed because you loved your movie nights, but you would appreciate the fact that he would be straightforward with you. But this? This was ridiculous.

While you were sitting down to relax a bit, frantic knocks were directed to your door.

“Y/N, Y/N open up. Please. I need to explain to yeh”. Yeah now he wanted to explain.

You opened the door, but you didn’t let him come into your apartment. His eyes scanned your face to understand what you were feeling, and the realisation hit him hard. His eyes also fell upon your spots, which were already prepared to welcome two bodies as they were always eager to.

“I don’t want to keep you back from your lads’ night. I have to thank you though! For notifying me and for not having me worried sick! Just the fact that you thought you had your best friend waiting and you decided to let her know you would be absent, is really appreciative!”. Sarcasm was dripping with every single word you spoke. Harry’s eyes soon fell to the ground.

“I know I should’ve called yeh and notify yeh but when I went to Niall’s house, it was still early and I was positive I would make it! But the conversation just kept going and I lost track of time while he helped me solve this problem I have! Yeh have to believe me Y/N!”. He was at the verge of yelling and crying out of desperation all at once.

“And I am sure I have no idea what that problem of yours is as well! Harry I thought we were best friends. I thought I was there for you to rely on and help you through your problems! That’s what we always did remember? What changed?”, you were trying to remain calm but it was very hard.

“Y/N yeh can’t understand! I couldn’t tell yeh wha’ my problem was just yet!”. The fact that he was getting angry, pissed you off even more! You had the right to be angry not him, right?

“And what problem is so important that you can’t share it with me Harry? I don’t understand you anymore!”. That was it. You were officially pissed.

“The fact that I am in love with yeh damn it! I needed a piece of advice on how to let yeh know! There! Now yeh know!”. Whoa. Where did all of this come from? You never imagined that Harry would have such feelings for you.

“Wha- what?”, your brain suddenly forgot how to function.

“Yeh know wha’? I know yeh don’t feel the same way. That’s why I didn’t want yeh to know. Because now things will be complicated and awkward between us!”. He said broken. Before you could protest or even call after him, he was already out of your door.

Now, here you were, waiting for Harry to come to your house for your famous movie night. Since the night he confessed his love to you, you called him but he never picked up. On the third day, he decided to be courageous and talk to you. The only thing you asked him was if he would come today for a movie night. Harry’s response came out bitterly because he lost hope but he said yes nevertheless. He wanted you to be part of his life even as a friend; no matter how much this killed him.

You, though, invited him to a movie night as a camouflage. You wanted to see him. Talk to him. This was the only way.

Just then, you heard his knocks on your door. Now or never.

“Hello Harry. Come inside”, you said casually and he thought for a moment how insensitive you were. But he regretted it as soon as this thought came. What really caught him off guard though was the fact that your spots were not prepared and there were not any snacks on the table.

“Y/N where are all our movie night stuff?”, he asked worried.

“You really thought I am that heartless? You confessed your love to me and I would just invite you for a movie night? I thought you knew me better than that”, you were slightly offended but you remembered why you told him to come to your house in the first place.

“No, yeh are right love. Yeh are not heartless and I am a fool for even considering it.”. Relief washed over you that he didn’t think of you as a heartless being.

“Then why did yeh call me for pet?”. As his nicknames for you made their reappearance, you knew that this was the perfect time.

“For this”. Before he could comprehend what was happening, your lips were on top of his and you felt yourself explode. How could you be so blind to your real feelings for Harry all this time? A kiss was the perfect way to find out obviously.

Harry felt incredible. Not only was he kissing you, the girl he loved for so long, but he knew you loved him too. He could feel it from the way your whole being was responding to him.

“I think now you know the solution to your problem”, you smiled sheepishly and he touched his forehead on yours before the next words left his lips.

“I know that yeh love me. And this is the solution to me every problem baby”, he said and then kissed you again, trying not to waste any more time.

Here it is! The one shot I have been preparing! This is the longest I have ever written and I would love to hear from you guys! I really hope you like it as much as I do! Remember that you can ask me anything you want, or even message me! Happy reading!

Sing Along

So a little bit ago my lovely friend @nalusrainbowtree messaged me a little prompt and I’m honestly in love with it. 


You know what fic I need? One where lance is listening to his music but no one's around so he takes the headphones out and just plays it out loud. Bohemian Rhapsody starts playing and he gets really into well the other paladins hear and start singing with him word for word. Allura and Coran look at them in horror at the lyrics (‘momma just killed a man, put a gun against his head pulled my trigger now he’s dead’) 

I’m so excited to write this, I love Bohemian Rhapsody or anything by Queen. 

Also slight homesick Lance because I had too 

Lance was cleaning his lion, he needed to keep busy. Being still made him too fidgety. It made him feel lazy, like he was suppose to be doing something, so he started to clean. 

He started with his room, making his bed, dusting his shelf, washing his closes, organizing his bathroom and vacuuming the floor. Yet Lance still felt like he hadn’t done enough so he moved into the kitchen. 

Hunk usually kept the kitchen pretty clean but Lance still found things to clean. He scrubbed the stove a few hundred times, he washed the dishes and wiped down the counters. 

Lance hummed as he cleaned, he felt more at home than he ever felt on the castle. Lance leaned back and rested his elbows on one of the counters, his eyes fluttering shut and he sighed. Just like home, cleaning. Now I’m just missing music and my family dancing and singing. Lance’s eyes flew open as he thought about what he just said. “MUSIC! I need music!” He looked around the kitchen, “now where are Pidge’s headphones?” 


Lance was on a roll, he had already cleaned the common room, the bridge, the star room and was now making his way down to Blue’s hanger. Music was pulsing through his veins and he could feel the beat in his bones. Lance had his phone on high volume and swayed to the beat as he strolled into the hanger. 

Blue immediately perked up at her paladins presence and Lance gave her a huge smile, pulling his headphones around his neck. “Hey beautiful, ready to be cleaned?” Lance heard her purr and started to wipe down one of her front paws. 

Lance started to scrub at some of the dirt but found himself working up a sweat the longer he scrubbed. Man this stuff is really on here. He felt sweat fall down his face and soon pulled off his headphones and unplugged them from his phone. “Well Blue, I hope you like my music.” Lance was off again, his music echoing off the big room and Lance’s voice blasting through the music. 

Lance’s mom always liked his voice and Lance liked signing for her, she always encouraged Lance to sing everywhere and he fell in love with singing. Every time he sang he felt closer to his mom and the hole in his chest filled in a bit more. 

Lance was so lost in thought thinking about his family that he completely missed the first words to one of the best songs ever. His brain focused on the words around, “Is this just fantasy?” and without hesitation Lance immediately started to belt the lyrics. 

Caught in a landslide! No escape from reality!” Lance started to dance around the room, the familiar harmonies fill his ears. 

Look up to the sky and seeeeeeeee!” Lance heard another voice join him and looked toward the door, seeing Hunk smiling as he kept singing. 

Lance ran towards his best friend and they both continued the lyrics. “I’m just a poor boy!” 

I need no sympathy!” Pidge ran into the room and immediately joined the two boys in their singing. The three of them sand “To meeeeeee,” and without fail both Keith and Shiro entered the room, singing the piano part, keeping their voices light for the piano. 

Lance gave a giggle at what they were doing and immediately composed himself to sing the most tragic part. “Mamaaaaaa, just killed a mannnnn. Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger now he’s dead. Mamaaaa life had just begun!! But now I’ve gone and thrown it all away!” 

The five paladins kept on signing, filling each word with emotions for the story that they were telling, all completely oblivious to the two Alteans who entered the room to check on the noise and their horrified expressions. 

“Coran! Did the paladins kill a man?” Allura whispered as she grabbed onto the older man’s arm in fear and concern for her paladin. 

“I do not know princess.” Coran stared at them, “maybe they finally lost it?” 

The paladins kept singing, all of them swaying to the beat keeping the mood heavy. “Too late, my time has comeeee. Sent shivers down my spine,” Lance moved his hand down as to motion the chimes and Keith smiled widely at him. “Body’s aching all the timeeee. Goodbye everybody, I’ve got to gooooo.” 

“Are the paladins leaving? Coran they can’t leave they need to defeat Voltron! And why are they singing to their ‘mama’?” Allura stepped forward to questioned the paladins but Coran stopped her, she didn’t understand the stroy at all. 

“Princess, let’s not jump to conclusions, maybe they are just having fun?” Coran voice was low and he didn’t even believe himself. 

“Killing a man is fun?! Oh I do not wish to visit Earth.” Allura placed a hand on her head as the group moved on to another part of the song. 

Lance took this part over, dramatically falling to his knees. “I don’t want to dieeeeee! Sometimes wish I’d never been born at allllll!” The paladins all played invisible instruments and Allura looked like she was ready to slap some sense into her paladins, hoping they would explain the song. 

“Does Lance really think that?” 

The paladins still ignored their guest and soon broke out into piano playing, switching between the notes for Gallieo. Pidge taking the high notes while Shiro took the low notes. Lance went solo for the next part and his friends covered the background notes. 

I’m just a poor boy nobody loves me.” 


The paladins unconsciously split into groups, Lance, Keith and Pidge singing the first “LET HIM GOOOO!” While Hunk and Shiro sung, “BISMILLAH! WE WILL NOT LET YOU GO!” This followed to the hard guitar playing and the paladins screaming at the tops of their lungs, feeling the high fall down towards the end. 

SO YOU THINK YOU CAN STOP ME AND SPIT IN MY EYEEEEEE? SO YOU THINK YOU CAN LOVE ME AND LEAVE ME TO DIEEEEE?? OHHHH BABY!” The paladins played intense air guitar as they danced around the room, ignoring the words and stopping when the song started to come down from its high. 

Nothing really mattersssss, anyone can see. Nothing really matters. Nothing really matters. To meeeeeeeeeeeee.” The group stopped where they started, only then realizing Allura and Coran horrified faces. They all caught there breath for a minuet and Lance waved them over. 

“Hey you guys, did you like the song?” The paladins smiled at the two of them and Allura couldn’t contain her emotions anymore. 

“That was the most confusing sing ever! You killed a man then sang to be let go??? I have so many questions.” She leaned against Blue and heard laughter around her. 

“Join the club Princess.” 

Does anyone actually understand this song????? Jk

I based this off of how my sisters and I act when we sing this song, it’s a family and school classic. 

I had so much writing this and I really hope you have fun reading it!!!!

I recommend that you check out this song if you haven’t heard it before! 

Thank you so much for letting me write this

I hope you like it! Sorry it took so long!!!!!

Sing To Me - Tom Holland Imagine

Request: @fireismysaftey - Quick request, so I was listening to the song ‘When we were young’ by Adele and was wondering if you could write an imagine of Tom Holland and his girlfriend and she hasn’t seen him in two months or so bc of filming so she’s on the phone with him and she stared singing the song to him, remembering the times they had before when they were young(er) and he wasn’t super busy w/filming. Sorry if this didn’t make sense. Thank you 💕   (Gif not mine)

Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: 1,014

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

A/N: Shout-out to my great friend Monse for pitching in to help me finish it, hope you guys liked it. : )


Dating a celebrity was great and all, but it did come with it’s perks. Tom had to leave every once in a while for filming. You understood that completely, yet still every time he left you felt more alone. Tom has been away for two months now, and you missed him like crazy.

You missed those times when the two of you could be a regular couple, and to couple things. Unlike now when you can’t even go out without the paparazzi getting in the way. You just wished you could go back in time when things were normal. When things were better.

“Go get it Tessa!” Tom shouted as he threw his dog Tessa the dog at a long distance.

“Don’t throw it too far Tom she could get lost!” You scolded him as you lay upon the spread out blanket while brushed up against the giant tree.

“I didn’t” He came towards you, got down and rested his head on top of your legs. You couldn’t help but run your hand through those luscious curls of his that lay on his head.

He looked up at you and smiled.

“What?” You smiled down at him.

“Nothing I just love you” His gazed at you with so much love in his eyes.

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The Note ~ Draco Malfoy imagine

Originally posted by imagine-everything41


I love you writings so much. Could you please do an imagine where the reader (Griffindor) is best friends with Draco Malfoy and decides to write him an anonymous note expressing her feelings towards him but then he later tell the reader about the note mockingly not knowing it was from her?! I’m sorry if it’s really confusing >.


~The Note~

Throughout your 4 years at hogwarts, there was only one person who you ever called your best friend, and that one person was Draco Malfoy.

Yes, that cocky, Slytherin boy who seemed to hate everyone. And although that was partly true, he didn’t hate you. Not one bit. Of course, you didn’t completely like him when you met him.

You two became acquainted in your first year potions class. You two sat at the same table and were partnered up for nearly every project. When you first started talking to him, he was, of course, extremely cocky and full of himself, which made you a little less motivated to be friends with him.

But, as time passed, you learned there was more to him than that hard exterior, and you begun hanging out more and more. Soon, the two of you became inseparable.


Tomorrow night was the Yule Ball, and it seemed to be the only thing anyone was talking about; girls gushed over their dresses and who they thought would ask them to the ball. Except for you. You had decided to stay in. Which Draco didn’t like at all.

“What do you mean you’re not going?!” He whined.

“I mean: ‘I’m not going.’ It’s as simple as that. I don’t want to get all dressed up and wear painful heels for some silly dance,” you answered, not looking up from your potions essay.

Draco snatched your quill from your hand. “Hey! Come on, I need to finish my essay!”

“No, you need to go to the ball! You’re my best friend, who else is gonna be my date?”

“Oh, Draco. Don’t you know you have a whole line of girls just dying for you to ask them?” You said sarcastically.

“I hate you,” he scowled playfully.

“I love you too, Draco,” you winked. The two of you locked eyes for a few seconds, causing your cheeks to turn pink. Quickly, you turned back to your essay.

That part definitely wasn’t sarcastic. You loved him. Yes, in a best friend kind of way, but lately, you’ve been feeling… More…

You weren’t sure if it was how he spoke to you, or the way he looked at you, or… The way he was there for you when no one else was. The way he’d make you laugh when you were down.

But what you did know was that you loved Draco Malfoy. You 100% wanted to go to the ball with him. Just not as his best friend. As his girlfriend.

“Tonight. I’ll tell him tonight,” you said to yourself.


Finally, the night everyone had been waiting for; the Yule Ball.

Everyone in the school was getting ready, including you. You had changed your mind about going with a little persuasion from a certain person.

Last night, you had left a note in Draco’s bag. It was anonymous, but you told him how you felt about him; about the way he made you feel. You told him you loved him. You were worried that he’d hate the note since he wasn’t one to really acknowledge his feelings.

You quickly shook the thought from your head and continued getting ready. Your mother had sent you an elegant, floor-length dress in your favorite color and a sparkling necklace to match.

You were ready.


As soon as you stepped into the Great Hall, all eyes fell on you. The boys ogled at you, the girls whispered over how magnificent you looked, and finally, there stood Draco, wide-eyed, completely blown away. He immediately walked up to you.

“(Y/N)… You look… Wow…” he breathed. He quickly cleared his throat. “You look stunning.”

“Thanks,” you blushed. “I love your dress robes. You look great,” you said awkwardly.

“Thank you.”

An awkward silence fell between the two of you.

“So, guess what?” Draco asked, breaking the silence.


He pulled out a folded up piece of parchment from his dress robes and held it up.

It was your note.

“W-what’s that?” You stuttered, trying to play dumb.

“I found it in my bag last night. It’s a love note.”

“Who do you think wrote it?”

“Probably bloody Pansy.”

Your heart dropped. “You think?”

“I’m not entirely sure. I don’t think she’d write something this cheesy. Look at this one part: ‘I get lost in your eyes every time you look at me and I melt whenever I hear you say my name.’ It’s mad, right?” He laughed, looking at the note once more.

Your face turned red. “I have to go,” you choked out, holding back your tears. You turned around and walked out of the Great Hall.

“Wait, (Y/N)!” Draco called out, but you were gone.

Embarrassed and flustered, you let your tears fall as you pulled off your heels and made way for the astronomy tower.

As soon as you got there, you put down your heels and leaned against the railing, looking up at the stars, allowing more hot tears to fall.

“It was you,” said a soft voice.

You whipped your head around and your eyes met with a pair of deep blue ones.

“Draco, I-” you started wiping away your tears.

“You wrote the note,”

“How long did it take for you to figure that out?” You asked bitterly, turning back to the railing.

He came over and stood next to you. “Not long after you left.”

You were quiet and you didn’t look at him.

“(Y/N), I wasn’t making fun of the note because I thought it was cheesy. I just… I-I didn’t want you to think that- okay, if another girl had written this, I didn’t want you to think I liked them… None of this is making sense, bloody hell…” he stammered, running his fingers through his hair.

You finally looked back at him and locked eyes with his once more.

“I love you, (Y/N).” He took a step closer to you.


He got closer again until your faces were merely centimeters apart. “I love you,” he repeated, his lips slightly brushing against yours as he spoke.

You didn’t say anything. Instead, you grabbed him by the collar and pulled him into a kiss. He wasted no time wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer to him. You ran your fingers through his hair as the kiss got deeper. You both eventually broke away, completely breathless.

“I love you too, Draco.”

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Looking At You (Part Two)

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“God dammit.” Tony couldn’t stop himself from recoiling when he flipped on the lights to the lab and saw the soldier sitting by his desk. “You can’t just come in here. This is my lab. What are you even doing in here?”

“Sorry about that.” Bucky apologized. “I was hoping you could take another look at my arm.” He lifted the heavy limb. “It just doesn’t work like it’s supposed to and I know you are better at this sort of thing than Banner is. I’d really appreciate it.”

“No.” Tony shook his head. “No. I can’t. You need to leave. I’m sorry but you need to leave. I’ll call Banner for you or something, OK I’m sorry but please just leave.”

“You don’t have to be sorry all the time.” Bucky said then, and Tony crossed his arms.

“Is that so?” He retorted, but his voice was shaky and he hated that.

“It’s okay to not be alright all the time, Tony.”

Tony looked away, folding his arms tighter across his chest. “I’m fine. I’m always fine.”

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As Long As Adventure Calls

Pairing: Tenth Doctor x reader

Word Count: 708

Summary: The Doctor is being unusually silent and the reader wonders what’s bothering him. The answer is unexpected, and so are the results.


A/N: I hope you like it!~

Originally posted by thearchivesofgallifrey

The Doctor was silent today. Silence usually wasn’t his forte, but today he was lost in the darkest recesses of his ever-whirring mind.

You hadn’t disturbed him, but you were worried. He had never been so silent before, at least not for as long as you’d known him, which was about a year and a half now if your calculations were correct.

After approximately half a day, you just couldn’t take the silence any more.

“What’s wrong?” you asked the Doctor, and he looked up, meeting your inquisitive gaze with his intense brown one. Even now, after so long, the weight of his gaze startled you. It was old, and full of memories and guilt and so many emotions that churned behind his always-calm façade if you knew where to look.

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Don’t Leave (Hatefuck part 2) C.H.

Here is the second part for Hatefuck. It is based on this song

You can read part one here

Trigger Warning: swearing, alcohol. 

Word count: 2k 

Masterlist/ Requests/ Prompts (the prompts are not mine)

She knew me and I knew that I had let her go. I had given up on us because she asked me to, because I had fucked everything up.

I had always been a mess, never being able to do anything good. And everybody liked reminding me every single damn time. The boys helped me a lot but the only one who could make everything go away was her. She didn’t hold anything against me and that made me fall for her.

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Speak Now

Dylan O’Brien x Reader

Originally posted by allpeopleareincredible


A/N: I wrote this so long ago and now I’m finally creating the courage to publish it here. I hope you all enjoy. And please, let me know. Feedback is everything.

Warnings: a little bit of cursing and lots of fluff. slightly angsty. also, this was based on the song “speak now” by taylor swift. 

Word Count: 1400

“I’m out for five months and when I finally get back, he’s about to get married?” I shrieked, shaking my head in disbelief.

Frustrated with my response, Julia O’Brien sighed, dropping her shoulders in defeat. She had been the one imbued with the responsibility to tell me the news. But I simply couldn’t believe what the girl had told me. I mean, it all happened so fast! There’s no way my poor head would be able to assimilate it. In fact, it never even occurred to me that I’d lose the love of my life. No, no way.

I should explain how my life came to this mess, right? Oh, well, it all began with me having to go away so I could help my sister out; she had just given birth, to a eight pound baby, yes, poor woman, and needed someone to take care of her, mainly because her husband was this huge wanker and refused to his job as a partner. This, alongside my mother’s constant preaching, made me feel bad, which means I ended up accepting it. Of course I didn’t want to leave my life behind, but I refused to be the bitch who wouldn’t lay a hand to her own flesh and blood. 

Do I have to say it was extremely stressful? Fuck, I can swear that I never hated my name more in my entire life. “Y/N, watch out for Jimmy!”, “Y/N, bring me tea!”, “Y/N, Y/N, Y/N!”. I must admit that, for a brief second, I fantasized about killing my sister. Or kill myself. Who knows? It would be a lot faster and I could leave a note blaming my sister for the whole thing.

Alright, I’m done with the acid comments.  

The real problem was, actually, that she lived in a small town far away from London. It was so isolated that I could pretty much say she lived in a farm. And I couldn’t just be travelling all the time, therefore its location forced me to move there. It would only be a few months, so I didn’t see why I shouldn’t do it. Who would have guessed that, in the meantime, my boyfriend, or so I thought he was, whom I loved and trusted deeply, would get engaged and would be about to marry another woman? Oh, God, he is even at the church right now! 

“Y/N, it wasn’t his wish to be marrying her. He loves you more than anything in this world. You know that.” Julia argued, her brown eyes trying to persuade me. "Still, my parents forced him to do it. She’s the daughter of a big ass business man who works with my father and-” 

"Stop it right there!” I quirked a brown, narrowing my eyes, clearly infuriated. “Dylan is grown man, he doesn’t need anyone making his choices for him.”

"Yeah, Y/N, but you have to understand he wasn’t given much of a choice…”

“I don’t want to, and I won’t, understand this, Jules.” My voice was strangled, I could feel the tears welling up on my eyes. “I can’t do this.”

Oh, fuck no!

I would not let my gorgeous pumpkin tie the knot with someone else without at least explaining to me what the hell was this entire thing about. Clumsily standing up from the couch I was sitting on, I ran out of the house, not even giving a word to my former sister-in-law. I needed to act quick, otherwise I would lose him forever.

I’m not a kind of girl

Who should be rudely barging on a white veil occasion

But you are not the kind of boy

Who should be marrying the wrong girl

Julia had said that the church was close to their home, so I didn’t bother to get my car and drive there. It was time to put into practice all my years of jogging. It didn’t take long for me to spot the beautiful arranged place. The same one his parents got married. 

Due to my running, the short sundress I had on was drenched in sweat; not that I cared, though. I could only set my thoughts on the lots of people who were coming in and out of the church. By the looks of it, the ceremony was yet to start. 

I stealthily walked in, watching the guests buzzing around me and trying to recognise them; but they were completely unknown. That was until I found his best friend standing next to the old looking priest. Tyler had a tired expression on his face, like he rather be anywhere else but here. I saw his other friends as well; they were seated on the front row, mirroring Posey’s traits. No one appearing to be happy. Not even her parents, who set it all up.

I sneak in and see your friends

And her snotty little family all dressed in pastels

As I went a little deeper into the church, I heard someone loudly complaining in the back. I quickly recognised the grumpy person as Britt Robertson, Dylan’s ex. He had told me about her a few times and I never really pictured her as the obsessive type. I was obviously wrong. 

Britt was yelling at one of her bridesmaids, clearly quite annoyed by something the poor girl had done prior my arrival. But, as much as I was delighted to hear her in such a bad mood, I still wanted to find Dylan in that sea of people. In my mind, I thought I could convince him to ditch this whole thing and run away with me.  

Nevertheless, before I could find him, the nuptial march started to play in the background, announcing the wedding’s beginning. Despite it being a joyful sound, I started to feel nauseated by it and a few disgusted shivers went down my spine. 

From behind a curtain, I watched her slowly walk inside the church, so full of herself, looking like a freaking model. My mind screamed that I should be the one in her shoes. Wearing a white gown, moving happily towards the man I loved, not her. Not someone who treated him like a prize. 

And the organ starts to play

A song that sounds like a death march

And I am hiding in the curtains

It seems that I was uninvited

By your lovely bride to be

She floats down the aisle like

A pageant queen

When she got there, everyone sat down and I was finally able to see him. Dylan was standing next to the priest, looking handsome as ever in a black tuxedo. His brown hair messy, his pink lips in a straight line and a ghost of the scruff I loved so much against my legs were there, brightening him. Everything seemed to be unchanged. Except for his eyes. The beautiful whiskey coloured eyes I fell for had lost the sparkling beam I saw every time he looked at me. They seemed tired. Sad. Which should make me happy, but instead, I was saddened, a sinking feeling reaching my stomach as if I had been punched. 

Fear crept through my form completely, making my hands shake and making me forget what I was supposed to say. Should I really disrupt this marriage? Would I be this kind of girl? The answer was clear in my head: Yes, I would. Despite being selfish, I needed Dylan in my life. I could not afford to lose him. 

I bit my bottom lip, sitting down and deciding to wait for a while. It wasn’t the time to speak up. No, I’d wait for the priest’s words, then I would act. Yes, it sounds like a good plan.

Do not say yes, let’s run away now,

I’ll meet you in the aisle of the church by the back door

Do not wait, or say a single vow,

You need to hear me out,

And they said speak now

The minute I heard him say “speak now or forever hold your peace”, I knew I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to stop this bloody joke right now. So I rushed to the church’s entrance, walking down the red carpet until I was in front of the couple. In front of him. He seemed surprised when our gazes mingled together, but it swiftly faded away, being replaced by tenderness. Only then his lips curled into a smile. Plus, in that moment, I didn’t care how crazy this was, I just went and linked our mouths together, fully aware of the horrified looks everyone was shooting at us. I couldn’t care less, though. 

I pulled away, locking my gaze on Dylan’s. Suddenly, it all felt right again, despite my awful bad timing. He gave me a reassuring look, squeezing my hand and making me feel unique, like he always did. Oh, damn you, O’Brien!

“Don’t this to me please.” I quietly begged, not bothering to understand Britt’s angry squeals. “I love you so much, Dyl.”

“And I love you, Y/N.” He then looked at everyone inside the church, his eyes apologetic. “I’m so sorry, but I can’t marry. Not when I love her. This was a huge mistake.”    

I hear the preacher say

‘Speak now or forever hold your peace’

There’s a silence, there’s my last chance,

I stand up with shaky hands

All eyes on me,

Horrified looks from everyone in the room

But I’m only looking at you

I never really believed in fairytales or happy endings. It just wasn’t my thing. However, from time to time, they do happen. And as I firmly intertwined Dylan’s slim fingers on mine, running far away from that dreadful scene, I was sure that I would never again doubt that true love existed. 

Not ever. 

And you’ll say” let’s run away now,

I’ll meet in the aisle in my tux by the back door

Baby, I did not see myself,

I’m glad you were around

When they said speak now

thisnerdbytes  asked:

The RFA reacting to MC suddenly going missing. (P.S. Your writing is awesome and soo cute )

Oh man, I was in a super angsty mood when I wrote this one so hopefully that’s alright! I kind of left it open-ended because it just makes it that much more angst filled I think being sick has made me want to write angst for some reason oops But thank you for the request and I hope that enjoy!! ^^


Yoosung giggled to himself as he pulled his small car into the driveway. He quickly got out of his car as he excitedly walked to the front door to your shared apartment. Yoosung couldn’t wait to tell you the story of the cute, little puppies he saw today at the veterinarian clinic, he knew how much you loved his stories.

“MC! Your wonderful and amazing husband is finally home!”

He was met with silence.

Yoosung’s smile had faltered slightly, you almost always waited for him on the couch doing something mundane like looking through your phone or reading a novel when he came home. But you were no where to be found

Searching the entire small apartment a total of four times, Yoosung’s heart started beating faster. He shakily grabbed his phone assuming, or rather hoping, you left the house and just forgot to leave him a note or text.

But Yoosung was wrong. He received no answer from you and after fifteen phone call attempts and over thirty texts, Yoosung went into full-on panic mode.

Trying to do the next logical thing, Yoosung called Seven although it was difficult with tears now starting to form in his bright eyes.

“Hey Yoosung! What’s up? Oh hey did you hear about the new LOLOL expansion pack because it-” Seven started to say

“MC is missing.” Yoosung cut his friend off as his voice slightly cracked. He sniffed and wiped a few tears away with his free hand and said in a tiny voice “I’m so scared Seven, I don’t know what to do. She- she’s gone.”

Even with the help of his genius friend, Yoosung still had no clue where you had gone to. Every night without you felt like his heart would sink further and further into darkness. Yoosung would clutch the cold, empty side of the bed where you use to sleep and cry himself to sleep every night as his last thoughts before sleep engulfed him is where in the world you could be


Zen waved goodbye to the last of his fellow co-actors as he made his way out of the rehearsal studio. He grinned broadly as he slipped on his jacket, you and Zen were going to meet at a small and not well known restaurant to have lunch together without worrying about the media or his fans.

The two of you had been looking forward to this date for a while. So Zen was a little confused when he was the first one to show up at the restaurant. He checked his phone and saw that he was ten minutes early and decided to wait outside since he was sure you’d be coming any minute.

Except you didn’t come, no matter how long Zen waited.

After thirty minutes passed, Zen quickly dialed your phone number numerous times only to be met with your voice mail. Panic was starting to build up within Zen as he wasn’t sure what to do next.

Zen hopped on his motorcycle and sped down the streets to your shared apartment. He practically threw himself off of his motorcycle once he reach the apartment and fumbled looking for his keys to open the locked door but once he did, he slammed the door open

“MC! I’m here princess, where are you?”

The actor was met with silence, a pit of anxiety forming within his stomach. Zen searched all around the apartment for any kind of clue as to where to you’d be but found nothing.

With no other options, Zen called for Seven’s hacking assistance and, as much as he hated the idea, called Jumin for help with the search.

But even with the help of these two men, you were still missing.

Zen quit all of his coming musical roles in order to solely focus on finding you. Not having you around was difficult for Zen, he felt like his world was falling apart. He had to keep a photo of the two of you when you saw your first play with Zen in it to keep himself sane at all times. Every night Zen would hold that photo to his heart as silent tears streamed down his cheeks, hoping that he’d find his long lost princess soon.


Jaehee felt relived as she made the final payment to the banker on your shared cafe. It would only be about a week now until the cafe officially opened and Jaehee couldn’t have been more excited.

She hummed a happy little tune to herself as she wondered what type of pastry she should make the two of you for the good news. Jaehee already knew the look on your face would be priceless when she told you the news and that a sweet treat would be in order.

As she approached your shared home, Jaehee fumbled getting the keys out of her purse due to the excitement. Once she unlocked the door, she kicked it open and expected to see you sitting on the couch like usual except this time, you weren’t.

“Hey MC I’m home! And I have some really great news.”

Jaehee tried calling out to you but she was only met with silence. She tried to recall if you were suppose to be going anywhere today but you never mentioned anything to her, making her anxious.

Calling your name over and over again, Jaehee knew that you weren’t home. Taking a shaky, deep breath she called your phone but was met yet again with silence.

At this point, Jaehee didn’t know what else to do so she called Jumin. He listened to his panicked assistant tell him that you were missing and her pleads for his help, which of course he gave her.

But even with her boss’s numerous resources, Jaehee still couldn’t find you anywhere. She would spend every minute of every day scouring for you but would always come home without you.

The day of the cafe’s opening was today except Jaehee had no plans of opening it, not after all of the hard work the two of you put into it. Instead, Jaehee would spend every night thinking about you and where you could have gone to because having you missing was one of the toughest things she has ever had to deal with.


Jumin smiled to himself as he finished flipping the last pancake on the griddle. It was your one year anniversary with Jumin and even though he suggested going out to a luxurious five-star restaurant, you told him that you wanted some of his famous strawberry pancakes for dinner.

After putting the finishing touches on the dinner table and setting the warm pancakes down, Jumin glanced at he clock and noticed how late it was getting. You should have been home from grocery shopping by now.

Trying to be positive, Jumin called your phone and was met with your voice mail. After the tenth phone call with still no answer, Jumin’s anxiety shot through the roof as he left a short but urgent message.

“Please MC, please come home to me.“

He called his security team to go out and look for you while he hired some hackers along with Seven to look for you. But every night Jumin was met with no response as to where you were.

On the outside, Jumin kept a calm, stoic facade but on the inside, he was falling apart without you by his side.

He couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that you just disappeared. You were the source of emotions in his usual monotone life, he needed you back in his life.

Jumin would twirl the engagement ring between his fingers every night while he looked outside at the night sky. Life was never going to give any amount of joy for Jumin until you came back into his life.


Seven examined the grocery bags as he put them in the trunk of his car. You were probably going to kick his butt for buying ten bags of Honey Buddha Chips but at least he bought some regular food.

He shook his head at his own impulse buys but grinned at the fantasy that played in his mind. Sure you would think Seven was crazy for buying so many bags of chips but he knew that he’d see you munching on them by the end of the night.

Since Seven couldn’t contain his excitement, he called you to prepare you to make room for all of the chips except when he called you, there was no answer.

When you didn’t answer after three more phone calls, Seven tried to keep calm. He assumed that you were either sleeping or forgot your phone somewhere. He couldn’t get rid of the pit of anxiety in his stomach so Seven sped home to find you.

Once he pulled into the driveway, Seven quickly inputted the code for the front door and barged inside. His eyes frantically searching the house for you.

“MC where are you?”

But when you didn’t answer, Seven’s panicked rose as he turned on all of his computers to track you. Even with his genius skills, he couldn’t find you.

He didn’t know what to do at this point and started shakily calling you again. But one time he was trying to call you he must have accidentally called Zen by mistake.

“Seven what’s up? You never call me, what’s the occasion?” Zen’s casual voice came out. Seven started tapping his free hand widely as he responded “MC’s gone Zen! I don’t know where she is or anything. I don’t know what to do!”

The RFA tried supporting Seven but nothing helped the numb feeling he had with you gone. He had now lost everyone he’s held dear in his life, his brother, his freedom, and now you.

Seven would spend every second looking for you. And when he fell asleep from exhaustion, he would dream about you. Every day he’d pray to God for your safe return, if that day would ever come.


bts member : jungkook x reader

Genre: angst /smut

rated mature :  but not in all the chapters

summary : if you want to and if you don’t want to, things are bound to happen and you broke the rules and run away only to find your self in a lion’s Den , jungkook a man who has every thing; power wealth and fame all together to burn your heart and existence if you moved away, in a land full of horses what could happen between both of you ,two young persons who meant to share the same dream  !

one | two | three | four |five | six | seven | eight | nine | ten [ eleven

jungkook was the first to wake up he tried to move slightly so he didn’t disrupt you as you slept really deeply into his arm he didn’t want to wake up to be honest ,before he hated staying in bed as he always lacked sleep but now it matters

it was so early in the morning and he could sleep more and that’s what he wanted as he watched you; staring lovingly at your little nose and cute face your sharped jaw and plumped lips you were a perfection and he liked every detail he was staring at the way he didn’t feel him self sleeping again wrapping you into his arms

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anonymous asked:

Hi sweetie! Could you please do an Arthur/reader fic where the reader has always been in love with Arthur but he has always just seen her as a friend at the most but when Gwen gets banished from Camelot they get closer to each other and she starts hoping. So when Gwen comes back she thinks all is lost again, but then overhears Arthur tell Gwen that it's over between them, and he wants to marry someone else. And then romantic fluffy, kissing end?

Hey sunshine,

Here is your request. I hope it’s good enough. And it ended up being REALLY long.

Name: She is not ‘the one’

“How are you doing, your Highness?” you ask Arthur, entering his chambers and closing the door behind you.

“M?” Arthur turns to you, his eyes totally absent.

“How are you, Arthur?” you ask more sincerely, sitting down by his side and looking him in the eye.

“Father banished Gwen from Camelot,” slowly repeats Arthur, and you take his hand, trying to show your support. “Because of me.”

“I am so sorry,” you whisper, as he squeezes your palm in his, and you rest your head on his shoulder. “Can I help you somehow?” he shakes his head, so you just pull him up, taking the matters in your hands. “Come on, your Highness. We are going horse riding!” Arthur sighs and obediently follows you downstairs. You get on the two prepared horses (you will definitely have to apologize for using Lancelot’s horse, because you are pretty sure this beauty if his). You hurry out of the castle, knowing that the longer Arthur remains in the place that reminds him of Gwen, the longer he will suffer.

The moment you enter the forest, Arthur gets at least a little bit alive, as he speeds up and gets closer to you, breathing calmly and deeply.

“Where are we going?” he asks finally, when you notice that he stopped frowning.

“Just to a field,” you avoid the direct answer, hoping that he will like your little field that you found at some point and have been hiding it from everyone. “We are almost there.”

“If you want to kill the Prince of Camelot, I would think twice if I were you,” Arthur notices, as you lead him through possibly the darkest part of the forest, not paying attention to sharp branches and half-dead trees.

“Are you afraid, your Highness?” you ask him, trying to hide a smile, but he gets it and tries to reach out for you and grab your hand, but simply falls of his horse. “Wow. And that is our future and only King,” you sigh, shaking your head. “We are so doomed.”

“That never happened,” Arthur mumbles, as he jumps back on the back of his horse and silently follows you, hating you every time you giggle, recalling his face at the moment of the fall. “Stop giggling.”

“Stop giving me the reasons to,” he would have answered, but you finally get to your field, so you jump off the horse and look at Arthur. “Come on, it’s totally safe here.”

“It’s… It’s so beautiful,” you are pretty sure that now he should say that Gwen would like to visit this place, but he doesn’t mention her. “How did you find it?”

“Just wandering around a forest… I got lost,” you give up your secret, and Arthur grins. “Yeah, and you fell off a horse.”

“Touché,” Arthur smiles and looks around, then looks you in the eye, as you are standing in front of him, waiting for the decision that he is about to make. “Thank you. I think this place must be important for you… I guess…”

“Well, you need some happiness, don’t you?” you smile, and he leans forward, talking with the loud whisper.

“I got you for that, Y/N,” you blush so much, you think your cheeks will actually burn, but, thank Lord, Arthur is not looking at you, but simply enjoys the nature around him. He lays down and stares at the blue sky, looking like he wants to discuss something. “Y/N?”

“Yes, your Highness?” he grins and pats the grass next to him, asking you sit down next to him.

“Y/N, have you ever been in love?” you choke on the air, then pull yourself together and nod. “Oh… I didn’t know… I mean… Are you together with the person?”

“No, sire. His heart is definitely not turned towards me,” he nods sadly.

“How do you feel about it?”

“Sad,” you answer quickly. “But we are friends, so I get… I get some of the communication, Sire.”

“Should I also feel sad about Gwen not being here?”

“What do you mean?”

“I feel guilty. Guilty, not sad. I want to bring her back, but only because I feel like I owe her that,” Arthur sighs. “Is that how I should feel?”

“Sire, you know that I am not the best advisor on the love life,” you smile. “But… I guess no.”

“So do I, Y/N, so do I,” Arthur closes his eyes and slowly breathes. “May I come here again?”

“Of course, your Highness! How could I stop you?”

“It’s still your place. And I may need you to show it to me again,” you smile and nod. “You are a great person, Y/N. I hope this person you love will understand that.”

“How ironic,” you mumble, but nod again, closing your eyes and allowing yourself to slip in a quiet nap, just to wake up under the calm glaze of Arthur, as he keeps staring at you, thinking about something else. He bites on a small branch, smiling at his thoughts, not taking his eyes off you. “Your Highness?”

“Yes, Y/N? Right… We have to get back to the castle,” he helps you up, not talking much before you approach the castle and slow down. “Thank you, Y/N…”

“You are welcome, your Highness,” you really want to ask why he is acting so weird, but Arthur does not act like himself, staring in front of himself and not really paying attention to the surroundings. As soon as you reach the castle, he almost runs away, yelling at Merlin for something totally not important. However, you both get new habit of going to your field at least one in two days. Always together, even though he knows the route perfectly well. Always alone, even though Merlin really wants to tag along.

“Y/N!” you run into Arthur in the middle of the castle, literally walking into each other, so you almost fall down, as you both were moving quite quickly.

“Your Highness!” he catches you, holding you close and definitely not understanding how you look - Prince holding you close and not willing to let go. “Your Highness?”

“Right. Apologies,” he takes a step back and smiles at you. “Are you free now?”

“Uhm… I guess…”

“Would you accompany me to the forest?” he asks, bowing, as if acting.

“Why wouldn’t I, Sire?” you smile back and make a curtsy, and you both grin like idiots.

“Arthur?” you slowly turn around and face Gwen, standing in the middle of the hall.

“Gwen?” you take a step back, thinking that Arthur may want to run towards her and hug the brains out of her, but Arthur freezes, still bowing.

“Gwen… Uhm… Hello.”

“How are you?” you ask her, giving Arthur time to get used to her presence.

“His Majesty let me return to the castle,” she shines a smile at you, then looks at Arthur.

“Gwen. We have to talk,” abruptly states Arthur, pulling her out of the hall and totally ignoring you. You sigh and turn around to head back to your room, expecting those two to start spending every hour together from now on. However, instead of leaving, you sit down by the door, honestly doing your best not to cry or show how hurt you are. At the end, they are not supposed to be talking right now, are they? Yet they do. “Gwen, I am so sorry… We can’t do that.”

“Why not? The king let me back.”

“That’s… That is because he learned that I intend to marry someone else. Someone he approves of.”

“But you do not love her, do you?” Gwen sounds like she is smiling at him.

“I do,” Arthur whispers. “She is… I just hope she will learn to love me.”

“You hope? Arthur, I went through so much because of your… your affair with me?” you frown - Gwen sounds really upset and full of rage.

“I am sorry, Gwen.”

“And you throw me away because of the girl you are not even sure is she loves you back?”

“Gwen… I have to hope. Because she is… Part of me,” you sigh and stand up, leaving before you would hear the name of the lucky girl. As almost reach your room, Arthur catches up with you. “Y/N!”

“Your Highness?” you turn around and bow, remembering that you should act like you never heard what happened there.

“Y/N,” he look you in the eye, then takes a step closer and rests both hands on your shoulders. “I need your help.”

“Yes, your Highness?”

“I need to tell a girl that I love her, but she is in love with someone else.”

“Gwen is…”

“It’s not Gwen… Gwen is not the one,” he answers quietly. “Please, Y/N?”

“Just tell her what you fell,” you shrug your shoulders. “Any girl would die to get your attention, so you shouldn’t really worry.”

“Any, but the one I actually need,” he smiles sadly, then grins nervously. “I have another plan. Y/N,” you look at him. “I love you,” you choke on the air, but Arthur keeps looking you in the eye.

“She will definitely fall for that,” you nod, not ready to believe that he actually means it. Arthurs sighs, resting one hand on your waist and slowly pulling you closer, until you are too close to him.

“I hope,”he gently presses his lips against yours, raising one hand to hold your head. You freeze, staring at his face, then actually realize that you are not dreaming, so you slowly kiss him back, resting your hands on his shoulders, as Arthur pulls you even closer, trying to make sure that you are literally absorbed by him, but has to let go at some point.

“Uhm,” you blush, as he tucks a lock of your hair behind your ear.


“That is…”

“If you say that it is wrong, I promise I will change laws of Camelot,” Arthur smiles, but you know that he actually may. Just to show that he can. So you just shake your head and lean forward to kiss him again. “What a brilliant choice.”

happy-bub  asked:

hey it's me!!!! i'm sorry i've been away but school has been SUPER hard plus i have swim practice every day. i had an idea for a fic? i think i saw one similar but id like to see your take on it. just super angst you saeran in love with mc but she doesn't return his feelings BC she loves saeyoung. pls no saeran x mc x saeyoung BC it makes me super uncomfortable

Thank you for your request sweetie  *v* i hope you like it!

He saw her first

It’s just painful. Painful to see the very first person you ever loved in your whole life in another man’s arm, especially if this man is your brother.
Saeran just wants to hold you in his arms for at least one time and know that you’re his, but you know that this is not going to happen. Of course, he feels bad for loving his brother’s wife, but he just can’t help it, and he doesn’t want to tell that to anyone, he never opens up, imagine in this situation.
Even being cured, even being here with his family, with new friends, and with a life, he can’t help it, he still feels a big hole in his heart, he needs love, a true love, you would be perfect.
He thanks himself for having this grumpy face, nobody even thinks he must be jealous or sad, only grumpy, hating seeing you and Saeyoung being all lovey dovey together.
He wonders if one day you’ll change your mind and see him in from of you…But this another wild dream in his head, oh yes, this all that he can do: Dream.
He always dreams, what would be like if you were his, all those kisses were meant for you, not for Saeyoung, he would do all that you wanted him to do, he thinks a smile would be always in his face…But he’s alone.
He wants to forget you, he really does, but every time you smile at him for anything, or if he listens to you laugh, or look at your eyes...Or even think about you, he has no choice, he can’t help but love you.
He needs help, he can’t do this alone, he wants to pray, Saeyoung always said that helps, but every time he closes his eyes he remembers you.
You’re in control of him.
Your story with Saeran has no ending since it hasn’t even a beginning.
The heaven that is being with you is not meant for him, he accepts that.
His whole life will be like that, he can’t stand on his feet, what is he becoming now?
He cries about this, almost every night, he wipes his tears with his sleeve of his sweater.
This time, he has almost a hundred percent of sure nobody will save him, even one day with you would be the best thing in his life if he could only spend all day with you…If he could only hold tight, but he accepts the defeat.
He wants to let you know all this, this hurts so much, he’s trying to let you go. He’s so grumpy, mad about everything, cold, but with you, it’s not like that at all.
Inside this mask, inside his walls, it has a Saeran that loves you so much.
His life is not going to get brighter.
You’re in his brother’s arms and he has to see this every day…Time is his only ally, only he might take you out of his mind.
He always tries to not kiss you, or even hug you, or he doesn’t let you go. He could even try to confess, but he knows he would get an“I don’t love you.” and it would ruin everybody’s life.
He’s so sick, so tired of all these feelings, he’s crying so much because of that, he took you like his new drug, he lost his mind again.
He fell in love and fell apart.
And every time Luciel asks him if he’s alright Saeran lies and say “Of course i’m fine, idiot brother.”
Saeran just hopes you’ll be happy.
But he’s too tired of listening to the sound of his tears.

anonymous asked:

whew! finally caught the ASK BOX!!!!!!! alaude + hibari + xanxus with rebellios tomboy s.o please??


~I have my own ideas of being a tomboy so if this is not what you had in mind, Anon, I’m sorry. Special thanks to Admins Enma and Chrome for helping me out with this ask. XD~

admin adelheid


Alaude’s eyes narrowed as soon as he entered the house. It felt empty despite the servants meeting him at the door. He turned to one and asked immediately.

“Where is she?”

The servant bowed. “The mistress is out in the field, master. It seems one of the fences has broken and the cows have gotten loose.”

Alaude needed no more explanation. He ignored the disapproval he caught in his staff’s tone because he really didn’t care. He married you because you were like this. Despite knowing that you will cause him eternal aggravation.

Rushing out into the field via the back door of the mansion he immediately spotted you. His breath caught at the sight you made. Hair in a tight braid wearing a tight set of pants and a dress shirt he recognized as his. You were atop a rocking, bucking horse that you were using to physically force the hordes of cattle back into their pen with the help of four other male hands. He ignored the lump in his stomach that feared for your safety. How those beasts could have easily crushed you if you fell from your horse.

The crisis was fixed in no time and he leaned back against the mansion wall as he watched you order the men to fix the fence as soon as possible. You were about to take your horse back to the stables when you noticed him staring back at you. Your bright, open smile almost made Alaude return it. It has always fascinated him how unafraid you are with expressing your emotions.

His eyes wandered over every exposed curve your clothes were revealing and just like that his worry melted into a fiery desire and he shot glares at the nearby males who had long known better than to ogle the master’s wife when she dressed the way she did. Besides they respected her too much. She had never acted inappropriately with them.

“Don’t tell me you’re mad.” You began as you came closer to him. “They would have destroyed the other fences if we left them like that.”

“I know.”

You eyed him knowingly though. “I’m sorry I worried you.”

“I know.” He frowned at you thoughtfully for a little bit before gathering you into his arms. “It was you, wasn’t it?”

You blink in confusion even as you relished in the warmth of his embrace. “I don’t think I understand what you mean. You’ll have to elaborate, my love.”

Alaude held you tighter. “You know what I mean. You were the one who shot that commander while he was meeting with that don and made it look like he was killed by the don’s Famiglia three days ago.”

“Oh?” you still feigned innocence. “Now why would I do that?”

“You’ve noticed how that Famiglia was gaining power through the military just as much as I had. You knew what was going to happen if they had the government at their back.” Alaude replied, squeezing you tighter against him and burying his face in the crook of your neck.

You push back and held your chin up high in defiance daring him to scold you. “Are you telling me this to reprimand me, my love? I didn’t think I had to explain my motives for wanting our Family safe.”

“Of course not. I’m here to give you Giotto’s thanks, to tell you that he worries so please tell him before you do something reckless again next time,” Alaude snorted. As if he would have married you if he could have controlled you so easily. He pulled your hips close and ground his arousal against your belly, enjoying the way your lips parted and your eyes darkened in desire as he did so. “And to make love to my wife…”


He had just turned the corner when he saw you knock a man unconscious with a steel chair. His blood ran cold, however, when another one crept up on you from behind with a large knife getting ready to disembowel you.

He moved without even thinking about it.

In one swift strike he drove his tonfa right into the man’s temple breaking the man’s skull in.

Your face brightened when you saw him. “Kyouya!”

He swallowed hard and dragged you towards him in an embrace that was borderline suffocating.

It felt as though he had wandered the Land of the Dead looking for you among the scattered corpses in the hospital. You told him you were going to visit a friend in this hospital today so when he found out about the massacre being planned just for the sake of getting rid of another mobster from another Famiglia to stop him from testifying Hibari rushed over, half dreading the sight of your mangled body decorating the ceiling.

“Kyouya?” You held onto him tightly, worried at how hard he was shivering. “Are you alright?”

Instead of answering your question he held you at arm’s length and furiously looked you in the eye. “What were you thinking, woman?! Did you know what kind of people these were just now?! You should have hidden yourself!”

You scowled right back at him, trying to ignore the fact that his grip was going to leave bruises in the morning. “I can take care of myself, Kyouya. Besides I was protecting my friends. I couldn’t just leave them behind like that!”

“Why didn’t you call me?!”

“My phone broke when I drove it into someone’s skull!”

Dammit! he brought you close to hug you tight again and screamed at you mentally through gritted teeth. Goddammit it stop this! Stop worrying me to death! I love you! Do you have any idea what would happen to me if I lost you?! Can’t you think about me just once for one damned second?!

But of course he didn’t say that. Not to you. He had known how you were when he fell in love with you. Your fire and your strong heart and the fact that you didn’t cling to him every goddamn time were one of the reasons he held you precious to him. He just wished he could bring himself to be just as strong as you and tell you just how much you meant to him. But he had no words. All he could do was hope you understood him.

“Fine. I’m sorry. I’ll be more cautious next time.” You whispered in his ear as you hugged him back.

Kyouya sighed in relief. It seemed as though you did understand, after all.


Everyone in the courtyard watched you take down a man twice your own size in the blink of an eye and look down at him as though he were a bug under your heel.

“Say that again, asshole,” you dared the man currently writhing in pain at your feet. “Tell me again how I have the Boss wrapped around my cunt?”

But the man couldn’t speak. After you drove your fist into his throat, everyone who saw doubted he’d be able to speak again.

“Another one?” Squalo sighed as you turned on your heel to head back into the mansion.

“Ushishishi~ This one actually had the balls to tell her to suck it.” Belphegor replied for you from the balcony above where he was watching. It was always fun to watch you lose your patience.

“Mou, these idiots~” Lussuria shook his head in exasperation as he retreated back to the mansion alongside you.

“Pay up,” Mammon told Levi who was shaking his head in annoyance. “I knew it was going to be the big guy.”

The usual protocol for having offended their Cloud usually came with a twenty four hour stay in the med wing. Without pain meds or any kind of treatment. If they were lucky that is.

You were in too bad of a mood to really care if anyone was staring or not. And now you were filthy too. You made your way back to your rooms, anxious for a shower. As you were taking your bra off you sensed more than heard a presence coming up behind you.

In one flowing motion you throw a dagger hidden in your waistband right at the trespasser. Only for him to catch it right before it took his eye out.

“That a way to greet me?” Xanxus asked, eyeing your topless form with more than a little interest.

You couldn’t stop the smile spreading across your lips, your eyes softening at the sight of him. “Hey.”

He smirked at you and carefully placed the weapon on your dresser as he approached you. “Heard about what happened in the courtyard.”

“Just a waste of time, don’t worry about it.” You told him, giving him a peck on the lips as your arms circled around his neck. “More importantly, we weren’t expecting you back till later tonight. Did the meeting go well?”

“Hn. As well as can be expected.” He replied staring at your face, his brow furrowed, his rough hands enjoying the satiny feel of the skin on your back. “Want me to shoot his face in?”

You snorted. “And how is that going to help me? It’ll just make things worse. Besides they were just new recruits who don’t know any better.”

“You’re going soft.”

“Am not. I just beat the idiot half into the afterlife, how is that soft? Besides, Squalo’s the one who gets to decide if he’s capable enough for the Family to hold onto or dispose of, not me.”

“You’re an officer, you get a say.”

“Not with these kinds of people I don’t. It’ll only give the recruits wrong ideas. Killing people is easy, killing ideas is a whole different shit fest altogether and I’d rather not deal with that.”

Xanxus scowled at that in displeasure because you were right. It was just that it was getting harder and harder to ignore how the new recruits keep on testing their dominance over you every single damn year. It’s beginning to get to him.

“What did this one say this time?” he couldn’t help but ask. There was always a different version every year. Mammon was probably keeping a list.

You chuckled. “That I’ve got you whipped because you can’t control me and keep me where I belong instead of ordering around my betters.”

“Ahhh… Sexist pig, huh?”

“Uh hm.” And then you gave him a mischievous grin, grabbed his arm and threw him over your shoulder making him land on the bed hard.

“The FUCK?!”

But then you straddled his legs and began pulling his pants down eagerly. Soothing the dark skinned Italian’s temper as you lovingly stroked his sex with both hands, already eyeing it hungrily. “Do you mind if I get dessert before dinner…?”

Xanxus threw back his head in a lustful laugh even as your head bent between his legs. If only those fuckers knew how much you liked going down on him despite your tough attitude outside they’d be jealous as all hell. It made him smirk in pride.

And then the room filled up with nothing but his groans, cursing for more.

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Boruto ep. 16 Recap

“Crisis: The Threat of Failing!”

•ChoCho said you gotta have style on the inside & my girl is giving y'all free tips & advice!
•Look. I’m trying. But Denki still gets on my damn nerves. Maybe I’ll learn to like or at least, tolerate him.
•Metal Lee is so sweet, precious & funny. His laugh makes me laugh.
•When Rock Lee saved Denki, I lost my shit! Yaaaaassssss! We’ve been so patient for this King’s arrival!!!
•Bih. This show is about Naruto’s son & the older generation’s children but I still act brand new every time I see the respective parents & kids interact. Metal Lee called Rock Lee papa & I was like, “…wow. You? A parent? Me, an aunt.”
•Rock Lee is still as extra & emotional as ever & I live.
•I’m feeling this new & improved jumpsuit on Rock Lee. I imagine he trained so hard his sleeves fell off & he was like this is a LOOK.
•Rock Lee is still living through his springtime of youth all while mentoring the new youth. Truly an important figure in the community!
•I fuckin hollered when Rock Lee pulled out that spare jumpsuit. What an honor!
•I know the Lee’s did not dab simultaneously. LMFAO!
•Lemme tell y'all how amazing Boruto is. He used up his allowance to buy all his friends burgers. Like. A thoughtful child. I’m so proud of him. I wanted to cry. 😭
•Iwabe did what? THAT!!! I’m very proud of this child too.
•I think that it’s so dope that shinobis are being used for different purposes, according to their talents, that has nothing to do with combat. Kakashi & Naruto really did that. Revolutionary Hokages.
•Imagine what Shino thought when he saw Denki wearing that jumpsuit? LMAO! Gai, Rock Lee, Metal & now him?
•Shout out to Shino for real. I know a lot of teachers would have been like I know you saved three small children from a burning building but you still missed the test, therefore you fail.
•These group of friends are too much. So supportive of each other.
•Me throughout the whole episode: I wonder what Naruto is doing.

anonymous asked:

If you are still doing the dialogue prompts could you possibly do #98 nessian?

Sorry for the delay! I’m not gonna lie, this was a marathon to write. The feels kept taking control and taking me in complete opposite directions to which I planned. But I did it. Some feels were taken out but I’ll keep those tucked away for later. Hope you like it.

Nessian: All nighter, you and me. First one to fall asleep buys the other dinner.

Cassian had noticed that Nesta wasn’t sleeping.

She would stay up reading or doing menial tasks long after everyone else had gone to bed. Cassian only knew because he saw her when he wandered the house to relieve the aches in his wings. His wings had healed enough that visually the only thing different were the thin scars that now peppered the thin membrane. But on the inside, in a more physical sense, they were almost utterly unusable. At the moment he could only fly for five minutes, if he was lucky.

Cassian also knew it was nightmares that kept her awake. Because some nights he would find her sprawled on the couch, book fallen from her hands, and her brow would be furrowed and eyelids fluttering. It was in those moments that Cassian would take one of her slender hands in his and softly murmur her name. If she came close to waking he would flee like a coward, but Cassian knew it would crush Nesta to know someone had seen her so vulnerable.

Tonight though Cassian was the one staying up. Rhys had given him a task that was both extensive and urgent. With Feyre feeding more and more information to Azriel’s contacts and the battle with Hybern looming closer and closer, they needed every soldier that they could get. That included the female Illyrian’s. Rhys needed Cassian to come up with training regimes and incentives and just about everything else related to the matter. Immediately.

So now he sat in one of the large sitting rooms in the House of Wind on a couch in front of the fire, papers in his lap going over and adding to them. He hadn’t chosen this particular room by chance. This was the one that Nesta most often ended up in.

A little while later an incredulous snort announced Nesta’s arrival. She ignored him, really Cassian was surprised that she didn’t turn in the other direction and walk out. But she didn’t. Nesta just ignored Cassian completely and sat in an arm chair, facing away from him a book in her hand. Cassian let out a heavy sigh. She didn’t react, just kept her concentration on the book. Cassian sighed again dramatically and Nesta barely turned her head. Cassian took in a deep breath to sigh again but before he could a cold sharp voice stopped him.


Cassian smiled, “Whatever do you mean?”

“I know you’re there,” there was something hollow in Nesta’s voice that made the smile fall from his face, “so I don’t need you reminding me.”

“What else am I supposed to do when you choose to ignore me anyway?”

“You could leave,” Nesta’s voice was sharp as an Illyrian blade.

“Communal space Sweetheart. You can’t claim this entire room.”

Nesta sent a vulgar gesture halfheartedly over her shoulder and Cassian gave a small chuckle. But he knew something was wrong here, but he wasn’t sure how to get Nesta to talk about it. Silence now spread between them, neither of them making any attempt to break it. Cassian wanted to say something, broach this space between them, but when they spoke it was aggressive as they tore strips from each other. But now was not the time for that. If Cassian’s wings were… were what they had been, he would take her flying. Take her out into the open air and let her breathe in the sheer amount of space that flying gave him. The cold night air, the space, the freedom always made him feel better. But two minutes of flying, that would just be pathetic.

A heavy sigh made its way past Cassian’s lips and and Nesta’s head snapped up. Cassian quickly shut his mouth when he realised his mistake. He chanced a look at her face, well what he could see from where he sat, and even from his restricted view he could see her signature steely expression once again graced her face.

“Just so you know that sigh was entirely for my benefit,” Cassian said quickly.

“What possible benefits do you get from sighing?” Nesta asked.

“Well, it releases tension,” Cassian explained. “My thoughts had led to to a issue that I currently have no power to resolve. So the sigh…”

“I got it Cassian,” Nesta snapped, but it still seemed to lack its usual bite.

“Can’t say all my tension was released though,” Cassian said with a smirk. “Care to help me out with the rest?”

Nesta snorted, “You’re a pig.”

“Best looking pig you’ve ever seen. Am I right?”

“You are ridiculous.”

Cassian chuckled. Here they were. Where they always were. They we at that impasse where Cassian was willing to give everything but Nesta was going to accept nothing. Cassian sighed again.

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anonymous asked:

can u do #3 with Bruce/Clark?

i got you! love the boys. got sadder (and longer) than previously intended

3. “Hey, don’t do that, you’ll hurt yourself.”

“You’re going to hurt yourself.”

Bruce didn’t acknowledge him, letting his fists kept pummeling the bag, in perfect form. Blood had already started to seep through the tape over his hands. The gym echoed with the rattle of the chain; it was the smaller gym, the one made for the founders, where they didn’t have to come in full battle armor in order to keep sharp.

“Put a past tense on that,” Clark said, and he dropped on the bench to watch - he didn’t often get the chance to watch Bruce fight. It was savage - perfectly aimed hits, to cause the most pain, but the least damage. It almost made him feel sorry for the dark underbelly of Gotham.

Eventually, Bruce threw a final punch, and leaned his forehead against the bag, huffing. He was drenched in sweat, listing slightly - he probably should’ve stopped an hour ago. Maybe a year ago, he would have. “What are you doing here.”

“Well, I was going to work out,” Clark said. It wasn’t a lie - he hadn’t even known Bruce was here, wouldn’t have guessed he was, because Bruce’s visits to the Watchtower were sporadic at best, lately. It was even questionable whether he’d come in for the bi-monthly meetings, or whether Clark would have to email him a list of the points discussed and the things agreed upon. 

Bruce grunted, and turned away. “Don’t let me stop you.”

“I’m feeling more in the mood for tacos, actually.” 

Bruce unraveled the tape, tearing it off his split knuckles. “No one is stopping you from getting tacos, Clark.”

“I’m waiting for you,” Clark said, pleasantly. “You’re coming with me.”

Bruce gave him a flat, angry look, over his bleeding fist. He slung his duffel over his shoulder and stalked off.

Clark jogged to catch up with him. “It’s just, I haven’t seen you in a while, and I was thinking - “

“You thought wrong,” Bruce growled, pushing his way past the doors. He was heading to the zeta platform.

“I mean, we don’t have to get tacos,” Clark said, following. “Ice cream? I could go for some ice cream.”

Bruce’s expression turned thunderous - brows drawn tight, jaw clenched. Christ, he looked like he hadn’t slept in a week. “I don’t know what sort of intervention you’re - “

Clark raised his hands. “That’s a little defensive for a suggestion just to hang out, don’t you think? It was just a thought.”

Bruce grit his teeth, blowing air out of his nose like a bull. He stopped at the zeta panel, smashing in coordinates. “I’m not in the mood.”

Clark shrugged. “Alright, alright. That’s all you had to say.”

Bruce turned around and gave him a disbelieving look, one thick eyebrow raised.

“What? I won’t press.”

“You have never left something alone in your entire life,” Bruce huffed. The gathering light of the zeta beam cast his face in faded, pale colors.

Clark gestured to his hand, which was still dripping blood. “That’s a health concern, you know. You should let me wrap those up.”

“My blood’s fine.”

“It could still cause panic,” Clark said. 

Bruce sighed, and stared at the green discharge switch longingly. “If I bandage it, will you leave me be.”

“Oh, definitely.”

“That doesn’t mean you can show up at the Cave with ‘evidence’ later. Or tacos, or ice cream. In fact, if I see you at all for the next week, I’ll take it out of your hide.”

Clark snorted. “It was one time, and you were being stubborn.”

Bruce gave him a glare that told Clark what he thought of that, and then he jabbed the kill switch, and fell into step beside Clark to the medbay. His walk was shuffling, his shoulders slung low. Clark hadn’t noticed it, at first, because it was normal, these days. 

When they got to the medbay, Bruce dropped his duffel, and hauled out the works - antiseptic compound, clean bandages, damp cloth. He was done before Clark could think of something to say, something beyond I miss seeing you and I’m really scared that every time I see you, it’s going to be the last and I’m sorry I have no idea what I’m doing, I’ve never lost a son before. I don’t know how to talk to you anymore.

“Don’t say it,” Bruce said.


Bruce rubbed a hand over his eyes. “Whatever you’re going to say to me, don’t. Just don’t.”

Clark hummed. “I couldn’t actually figure out a way to say it, is the thing.”

“Oh, perfect.”

Clark sighed. “I just miss you, is all.”

“What happened to not being able to figure out a way to say it,” Bruce groused, studying the palms of his hands. 

Clark turned to face him, and Bruce wouldn’t look up. “I couldn’t figure out a way to say it that doesn’t activate your feelings allergy.”

“Feelings allergy,” Bruce said, quietly, like he was testing the words. “Hm. I think I prefer emotionally resistant.”

“It does sound more manly, yeah,” Clark agreed. 

Bruce chuckled - less of a chuckle, really, more of an amused whuff of air. Because, of course, he didn’t laugh anymore. 

They sat there for a while, just enjoying each other’s company. That was how it used to be - hours spent working in the Cave, in the Fortress, in the Watchtower, all affable silence. Sometimes, Clark would ask a question, and Bruce would respond with a gesture or a grunt. Eventually, Bruce slid off of the cot, picked up his duffel, and disappeared silently down the hall. Clark still hadn’t figured out what to say. He was starting to think he never really would.