In spite of everything I love
Harley Quinn but, damn, writers treat her so badly. I swear, the temptation to
make her actually stupid must be terrible because it’s so often implied, or
explicitly stated, that she slept her way through school. First of all, it
does not work like that. Second, she’s
not a therapist or a psychologist, she’s a psychiatrist, she’s a fricking MD
and a damn young one too. Managing pre-med and collegiate gymnastics that she
relied on to keep her scholarship? Harley is fucked up, but she’s not the dumb
blonde she plays. (also stop making her stacked, she’s a gymnast. she is 4’11”
of pure muscle and is not top heavy)
If you want a good Harley
backstory it’s simple. She’s ADHD but medicated and slightly robotic because of
it. I want to take special care not to demonize meds but, rather, people’s
disapproval of neurodivergence and a lack of focus on what is best for a
patient rather than what is most convenient for others. So, maybe, around ten
years old Harley is a hyperactive space cadet who’s brilliant at tests but
sloppy at coursework, who would be a gymnastics prodigy if she could actually
focus on technique and put in practice time instead of fooling around. Then the
meds come and it’s actually really cool because she can do the things she needs
to do instead of just wanting to do them, doing something else entirely, and
getting in trouble. People are proud of her, she’s proud of herself. But now
there are expectations. Family and teachers and coaches overschedule her, find
worth only in her success and don’t care about her mental health at all as long
as she’s performing and castigate her when she does fail. Fuck if you don’t
internalize that. But she doesn’t look unhealthy and she’s doing amazing. She
actually has to choose between the Olympic trials and continuing her grad
studies. She probably has some issues with self-harm but it either doesn’t look
like self-harm or is well covered up.
When Arkham accepts her, fresh
from her residency, it’s not a mistake. The woman is amazing. All they can see
is a mountain of achievements rather than the seething ball of nerves,
self-loathing, and imposter syndrome boiling just under the surface. That’s
when Joker comes in. He’s got the Hannibal Lecter shtick down. Where everyone
else sees an intelligent driven young woman he sees a frightened overwhelmed
girl who is working her hardest to convince the world she’s anyone other than
herself. Sending her into a nervous breakdown would be too easy so he doesn’t even
bother. Instead he’s open with her, almost friendly. The other doctors are
amazed, Harley is amazed, she’s not done anything particularly revolutionary
but, for the first time in forever, it looks like the clown prince of crime is
showing progress. He unravels her and it’s a challenge, she flinches back and
gets very serious when he comes too close to the real Harley under the
professional. Still, soon she’s questioning everything. She doesn’t even really
like her co-workers. She hasn’t had a real friend in years. She’s forgotten how
to have fun. Did she ever want this to be her life or did she just do it for
other people? It starts so slowly that it looks, at first, like she’s getting
better at self-care. Maybe something totally silly one weekend, a trampoline
park where she can enjoy the way her toned body moves without stressing out
over landings, a face painting booth at a street fair, some garishly colored
downright tacky decoration that clashes with her sensible apartment. Suddenly
she realizes how much she hates knowing the difference between cream and ecru.
The beigeness of her life is repulsive. She hates the person she’s pretending
to be even more that she hates herself which is really saying something.
After her weekend of freedom she
would have called in sick if it wasn’t so suddenly important to see him. The
relief she feels at talking to one of Gotham’s most infamous supercriminals is
disturbing but it is relief and she’s been swallowing a slow-motion panic
attack for hours. She admits, though she shouldn’t, that she took his advice
about doing something fun and he teases her, what would straight-laced Doctor
Quinzel do for fun? Did she realphabetize her sock drawer or buy a new
clipboard? It’s not important to impress him, it’s really not. He’s dangerous,
cruel, and he looks so proud when she admits that she bought a lamp shaped like
a lawn flamingo. The only mistake, he says, is that she should have stolen it.
She hopes the wicked thrill it gives her doesn’t show on her face. It does. She
almost even laughs. He likes it when he can make her laugh and she likes it
when he likes things.
It’s wrong and unprofessional,
the relationship she develops, and she knows it but her whole life she’s been
so high strung. Nothing she’s done has been for her, she’s not sure she knows
how to really do selfish things anymore, but he knows the selfish things she
needs to do. It feels good when she follows his advice even when it’s small
things like the rainbow striped socks she wears concealed under her very bland
slacks and sensible shoes. She’s so happy, almost giddy, and he loves her
happiness, he loves her, he loves the real her that she’s had to beat down and
hide for so long, the her that even she isn’t able to love. She is able to love
him, though, and since he loves her she’s able to love herself for him, to
protect and nurture something so important to him.
When the choice comes between
her old self, the tedious endless labor of making the world proud, and Him, the
spectacular man that brought color into her life, it’s not even a question.
She kills Doctor Harleen Quinzel, she throws away the version of her that let
herself burn just for medals and hollow accolades. She embraces Harley Quinn
and it’s so much a part of her nature she can’t even see that she’s still
living her life for someone else’s approval, except this time that person is a murderous
clown. She hasn’t let her hair down, she’s just put it in pigtails instead of a
The extrovert's guide in dealing with introverted personalities
SUBMITTED by Steve
-They can come off as … weird. Very subjective term because really, who’s to say what’s weird and what isn’t. But given that INxJs are arguably the rarest types and usually out of touch with the physical and concrete, it can definitely make the more down-to-earth extroverts out there feel as though they are alien in some way. But don’t be fooled, because behind those ambiguous stares there is a storm-load of activity going on in their minds.
- Their hunches can be incredibly valid. Unlike what the stereotype will have you believe, Dom-Ni is NOT a future-predicting function. For one thing, it’s very personal and subjective to each Dom-Ni user and some of them would probably disagree with each other on their hunches. However, they do have an ability to see things that a lot of us will miss. Not through any kind of mystical gift, but rather well thought out speculation. Even if they’re off, chances are they were still very wise in their assessment of things.
- There are usually your typical law-abiding citizen. (Good advice for everyone, not just extroverts) In complete contrast to the first point, INxJs may be way harder to spot than the stereotypes say. INTJs are not scientists working on a cure for cancer or world domination (depending where their Fi is at) and INFJs are not the next coming of Jesus Christ. A lot of them probably work in everyday jobs and there’s a good chance you’ve mistaken them for their S counterparts. Get to know them personally and you’ll see the difference.
- They are hard to get excited. Inferior Ne can be a bitch sometimes. Throwing fun suggestions at an ISxJ may often result in “Meh…” or “I don’t know…” Of all types, they are usually the hardest to pull out of their comfort zone. If you suggest something to them and they start bombarding you with questions such as ’‘What time? Who will be there? How does it work?” etc. don’t get irritated because that actually means you’ve tickled their interest and now they’re just trying to cover all their bases.
- They are experts in their fields. Si-Doms tend to have very few interests in life, but what does interest them, they probably know the insides and outs of it, like no other. They love to study at length what peaks their interest and in this case, their factual knowledge about things is usually second to none. They are the definition of “vested interest”. Also note that they are geeks in disguise, so just like NP types, do not criticize old stuff they have an attachment to. They still like something from the 80’s? Then so shall it be. Telling them it’s stupid for them not to move on is actually much more hurtful than it looks.
- Their loyalty and commitment cannot be doubted. If an ISxJ say they’ll do something, they’ll do it, ‘nuff said. Hell, even if it turns out that it’s actually an inconvenience to them. They just cannot back out of commitment. Of course, stuff can always come up at the last second, in this case, you’ll receive a rain check or heart-felt apology. If an ISxJ actually does flake out, that’s … not okay, but they were probably hesitant about it from the start.
They are blunt. You want an honest and direct opinion? IxTPs will give you that faster than any other type. In many cases, it can actually feel brutally honest, so more sensitive types may wanna steer clear. Of course, if their opinion is splattered with insults and an impatient tone, then you’re dealing with an unhealthy type and that’s not okay.
- They are “dispassionate.” Sounds like a really negative trait but what it really means is they are the embodiment of “objective.” IXTPs very rarely take things too seriously with a burning passion flowing through their veins. As of such, cynicism and sarcasm is very likely. Don’t take it the wrong way though, because underneath that, they can offer the most practical advice or at least see things as they are, with no bias and emotional tones tainting their view. And while that can definitely be off-putting, and it can also be extremely useful.
Don’t try to turn a frog into a prince. I’m sure there is a better way to say this? What I mean is that Inferior Fe, even if healthy and mature, will always find it draining to keep up social appearances. You either appreciate this trait of theirs or keep looking elsewhere. But don’t expect to turn your IXTP love interest into a social butterfly overnight.
- They march to the beat of their own drum. If Dom-Ni can be hard to decode, prepare yourself for Dom-Fi. Like a fire, it is burning, passionate and unpredictable. Sometimes, even IxFPs themselves can’t pin-point the reason they feel so passionate about a given subject. Don’t try to constantly size up a Fi-Dom, you’ll get exhausted. Even their closest friends and family often have a hard time reading what’s going on in their mind. Respect their privacy and their inner world and don’t force them to lay out how they feel on the table.
- Support their causes. If an IxFP feels strongly about something, then this is unwavering to them. They will fight for what they believe in to the bone. You either support it or stay clear but telling them they’re wrong or it’s a waste of time may turn you into an “enemy” in their eyes.
- Do NOT attempt to control them. Offering sound advice? Sure. But any shade of “You should do this…” not only falls on deaf ears but may actually cause them to do the exact opposite out of spite. Dom-Fi is the ultimate free spirit who wants to experience life on its own terms and Inferior Te does NOT want to be told what to do. This can be pretty hard at times though. You see an IXFP loved one acting recklessly (ISFP) or acting on a crazy idea (INFP) it’s only normal for you to want to steer them on a straight path, but in actuality it will be counter-productive. Just stay clear and let them learn from their mistakes, IF it’s actually a mistake to begin with. You’d be surprised how many times acting on one’s own accord can pay off in the long run. There’s many world-renowned musicians and artists who could probably vouch for that.
Harry Potter Preference – Them Having a Crush on You Would Involve
- Trio Era-
- Draco would be super shy around
- You’d be really surprised when
your friends tell you that they saw Draco standing up for you after he heard
someone saying rude things about you
- He’s just
extremely protective of you
- If you ever did something such as
kiss Draco on the cheek, he’d act really cool about it but would continue
talking about it to Crabbe and Goyle for days
- And they can’t exactly tell him that he’s
being stupid about you because he’s rather defensive when it comes to you
- Catching him staring at you
during meal times and when you smile at him, he gives you a small smile back
and blushes furiously
- Draco’s really smart so if he
ever sees you struggling with some work, he’d be at your side in 0.2 seconds
offering to help you
- Whenever you’ve spoken to him in
the morning, throughout the rest of the day he’d be really nice to everyone so
you’d suddenly have people encouraging you to go out on a date with him because
if he’s this nice when you just talk
to him, imagine how great he’d be when you date him
- He’d probably be really cautious
about bringing you up to his family. He knows his mum would fully approve of
you but his dad, on the other hand, would be really iffy about it and Draco
doesn’t want to push you away any further because of his family
- Draco would really want to buy
you something to show that he likes you and so he finds out what your favourite
sweets are. In the end, he can’t decide on just one treat to get you and ends
up nearly buying out Honeydukes
- Would constantly deny having
feelings for you even though it’s completely obvious and whenever someone asks
him about it he’d go, “pfff, I do not fancy (Y/N)! Actually… why do you ask? Did
she say something to you?”
- George has to hear about you ever
5 minutes and if you’re ever nearby he has to tell Fred how many times you
looked their way
- Waving at you during a Quidditch
match, whether you’re in the stands or if you’re playing in the same game as
him, and completely missing the bludger he was meant to be hitting away from
Harry (Harry does not appreciate this)
- But if Fred was ever worried that
it was too cold and you didn’t have enough winter clothes, he would write to
his mum asking her to send any of Ginny or his old winter sweaters that he
would then send to you
- He’d think you
wouldn’t know that the Owl that lands in your cereal one morning with sweaters
that have the letters ‘F’ and ‘G’ on them were from him but you’d kind of have
- Plus Fred
would’ve been watching your reaction the entire time and when you’d look at
him, he would look away really quickly
- Being showered in compliments by
him. He’d never let you go feeling as if you were ugly or not good enough. Even
if you’re just studying for an exam, he’d be sitting next to you complimenting
how good you look AND how smart you are! (He has to cover all grounds of
- The only time you’ve ever seen
Fred angry was when you told him about some people that were being rude to you.
He’d take it very personally and would promise you that he’d avenge you – this would
probably be one of the dead giveaways to you that he fancies you
- He’d find any reason to spend
time with you. You kind of wanna have some girly talk? Fine, braid his hair and
bitch about the rude Slytherin girl. You’re struggling with potions? He’d
become a potions master overnight to help you
- Trying to subtly see if you like
- “Hahahah (Y/N), Angelina keeps
telling me that we should just hurry up and date. Ridiculous, isn’t it?”
- “I mean, we would be really
cute together. The fittest couple at Hogwarts, I reckon.”
- “Fred, do you fancy me?” “WHAAAT?
FANCY YOU? HAHAHA…. Why, do you fancy me? My answer is going to depend on what
plan out the best dates for the two of you. He wouldn’t specifically say they
were dates but you’d kind of assume they were when you’d go to Hogsmeade and it
was just the two of you (which rarely happened). He’d plan picnics, save up
money so the two of you can have a decent meal together, go exploring together,
ect. It would be lovely.
- George is the type of guy who
doesn’t just fancy a girl right away. You’d start off as friends, maybe having
a class or two together and one day he’d realise that he fancies you and when
you go to talk to him like usual he’d be all sweaty and would be like, “is it
hot in here? I think it’s hot. I must go”.
- He’s a tall guy and one of his
ways of flirting with you is to tease your height
“George, I’m not even that short. You’re just a giant.”
But he would always give you piggy back rides, get things for you off high
shelves and rest his chin on your head
- Fred would try to wingman him,
even though George wouldn’t approve. And by wingman, you’d be sitting at your
table during lunch and Fred would come sprinting in towards you, yelling
incoherent things that was him attempting to tell you that George fancies you
and George would full on tackle him in the middle of the Hall to stop him
- After long and stressful days, he’d
really like going for walks with you around the lake or just around the grounds
– he’d be a lot more insightful and wise than he’d let other people see.
- George would be a lot like Leslie
Knope out of Parks and Rec in the way he’d have really weird anniversaries?
Aside from your birthday, which would be the most important event of all, he’d
celebrate the first day that you two met, the day you officially became ‘besties’,
the day you fell down the moving stairs, ect
He’d also have gifts for you on those special days
- He’d blush really easily whenever
you’re around. You’d find it really cute but Fred and Lee would probably make a
game out of it to see who can give the best guess at how many times George will
blush while you’re around
- Would make up facts and
statistics to try and impress you. For example: “yeah, that constellation there
is the… Mollyation constellation…”
- Sometimes you’d
point out that you knew he was making it up but other times it was just so cute
that he was trying his hardest to impress you
- George has 100% attempted bad pickup
lines on you that Ginny promised him would work
- You would have Harry wrapped
around your finger without even knowing. He would drop everything to help you
and cancel any plans if it meant spending time with you. You probably wouldn’t
realise this until you noticed that whenever other people attempted to make ‘chosen
one’ jokes like you do to Harry that he’d get annoyed with them.
- All you’d have to do is walk into
the same room as Harry and he’d instantly be taken out of his bad mood and be
happy just because you’re there
- Everyone in the school would
secretly be shipping the two of you. Professor McGonagall would have even
paired the two of you up in class and people would Harry how his crush on you
- He’d really trust you – Hermione would
tell him that it would probably not be a good idea to let you in on some of his
secrets and Harry would be like “you’re right, Hermione” and then you’d sit
down with them and he’d turn around and tell you exactly what Hermione just
told him not to tell you
- Harry would make a fool out of
himself in front of you 24/7. Water would come dribbling out of his mouth
whenever you were talking, he’d trip over his own two feet and would take you
with him – he’d really come to hate his luck
- He’d be super protective of you
- Even if
someone just looks at you and their expression just doesn’t seem kind enough,
Harry goes into full protective mode and his hand will remain on his wand until
you’re safely away from this person. That person will remain on his watch list
for a very long time.
- Will offer to help you with your
problems even if he doesn’t really understand them. You’d have to tell him the
story twice so he can see why that dude is an absolute prick and why Harry now
has to hate him as well.
- Has asked Hermione as to how he
should ‘win you over’ and when she suggested just asking you out on a date, he
rolls his eyes because that’s obviously a stupid idea
- Harry has definitely accidentally
done something like give you a forehead kiss or held your hand when he was
nervous. He wouldn’t even realise what he’d done until hours after it had
happened and would actually curl up into a ball.
- He hates talking about the
Dursleys’ but if he notices that you need some cheering up, he’ll tell you the
most embarrassing things that they’ve ever done just to see you smile
- Neville would either be extremely
nervous around you or really confident around you – it would all just depend on
how he was feeling that day
- He probably has a habit of
spacing out when you’re talking because he’d get distracted by how pretty you
- Neville doesn’t really have a
very large self-esteem so when he realises he likes you, he accepts it and
tries not to do too much about it but there are often times that he still finds
himself desperately trying to impress you just
in case he stands a bit of a chance
- So any time you compliment him in
the slightest, he’s the happiest person in school for several days. He’ll even
fall asleep with the biggest grin on his face.
- He’s a very nervous guy but he’d
do anything for you. Neville would
just absolutely adore you and will always be one of your biggest protectors
even if he doubts he’d do a very good job at protecting you.
- He’d get you plants that remind
him of you:
- Even if, to
you, the plants kind of look kind of ugly, you’d know that Neville doesn’t
think you’re ugly and what would remind him of you would be the plant’s ‘personality’
- He’d write you
a note of the plant’s personality so you can keep it and just remember how
great you are
- Neville has probably sent you
little secret admirer notes – whether they’re just telling you how pretty you
look that day or how great of a person you are, sometimes he just thinks that
the notes will make your day better (and they of course do)
- Notices small details about you
and uses this to strike up conversations with you
- Neville lets you do just about
anything. If the two of you were studying by the lake, he’d read out to you what
you need to know for your upcoming exam while you make him a flower crown which
he will wear during dinner because you said so
- Probably starting out as friends
and you having a habit of tracing his freckles and making patterns out of them
when you’re bored but now that he has a crush on you, he gets goosebumps really
easily and his whole face goes bright pink
- Even though Ron is technically
only the second youngest, his family would treat him like the youngest and
Ginny, Fred and George would constantly be teasing Ron about his crush and
trying to bring it up around you in not so subtle ways
- “So, (Y/N),
how do you feel about our ickle Ronnickins? He might not be the best looking
but mum swears that it’s what’s on the inside that matters.”
- Ron would probably have no idea
how to act around you now that he has a crush on you
- Sometimes he’ll
come off as cold or he can come off being really cheesy. He really just has no
idea what he’s doing but he just wants you to like him back so bad.
- One of his brothers have
definitely sent him a book on ‘how to get girls’ and you have caught him
- His voice can be very loud at
times and you have accidentally heard him talking about how pretty you look
when you’ve asked him about it he’ll completely deny ever even speaking about
- Ron would be your biggest fan. He’d
always be encouraging you in whatever you do and helping you reach your goals
because he knows you’re capable of great things and he’d just be so proud of
- He’d be pretty shy around you and
wouldn’t be the best at complimenting you but if you ever have even a hint of
self-doubt, he’s there yelling at you just how great you are and cannot believe
you would ever doubt yourself because you’re so amazing
- Him apologising over and over
again if he ever did something like accidentally hold your hand when he was
nervous or just absentmindedly wrap his arm around you and then getting even
more embarrassed when you tell him that it was fine and you kind of liked it
series warnings: mature themes, strong language, violence, substance abuse, eventual smut. this chapter contains graphic content such as mental physical abuse, violence, blood, gore, dead bodies, grief and death
Do you have recommendations for a Klance slowburn fic? (Doesn't really matter if it's an AU)
Friend f r i e n d it’s been ages since I actually got to sit down and read a fic but I’ve read lots of them in the past so you definitely came to the right person :P (I actually wrote one of my own; it’s called Magic Me Some Love and is about Galra!Keith/Magician!Lance in a medieval fantasy setting, if you’re into that.)
Now. Slow burn klance fics that aren’t on pretty much every fic rec list out there already with a minimum of either 60k words or that are unfinished still:
Keith is texted by accident by some idiot one day, and honestly he’s not even sure why he responds. Or why he keeps responding. Yet somehow he finds himself drawn in, and okay, so maybe this fool is mildly entertaining after all. Who would’ve thought.
>>wrong number AU with an extra dash of angst. But if you’ve read any of the other fics this author has written you’ll know that they specialize in fluff and that absolutely shines through in the fic^^
20 years after the legendary sword Voltron was drawn from its stone by Queen Allura, it is stolen and eventually lost in the dangerous Balmeran Forest. To prevent the rogue knight Zarkon, his witch companion Haggar and their army of Galra warriors from claiming the sword and conquering all of Altea, it falls to Lance, with the help of a dark-haired hermit, to embark on the treacherous journey, save his kingdom and reunite his broken family.
>>if you don’t mind OCs that you get to know throughout the fic taking on a more important role, you should totally check out this fic. It’s plot heavy and reads like a published novel :D
Lance has been dreaming of travelling since the first time he heard stories from his family as a child. Now, having finally the time and money to do it, he goes on a trip to Europe to see some of the most culturally rich cities on the continent. Except he keeps bumping into the same guy over and over again, in random cities, doing stupid shit, and ultimately dragging Lance into his trouble, too.
>>it’s one of the few fics that I haven’t read personally yet and still won’t hesitate to recommend. lots of my friends have read and praised it, apparently it’s fluffy and fun. it’s absolutely on my to read list :D
When Keith crashed his Lion into a Galra warship in order to stop it from destroying a solar system, and more importantly, his friends, he was fully prepared to die for it. What he didn’t prepare for was to wake up in an alternate universe where he and Lance were dating.
>>this one. if you haven’t read it yet, go read it. it was my fav voltron fic for a long long time!!!! it’s got it all, plot, romance, character development, realistic amounts of angst- it’s very very good.
The Castle of Lions is the venue for the city’s most dangerous illegal street races where drivers come to test the cut of their tires. Lance has long defended his title as champion, but when a newcomer shows up and threatens his position things take an interesting turn.
>>not into cars and street racing AUs? neither am i, my friend, and yet this is one of the best voltron fics i’ve read. trust me when i tell you that you want to read everything written by this author.
When Lance is thrown through time, his future self from one year ahead is transported to the past in his place. - When Lance is thrown through time, he finds himself one year in the future, in place of the Lance that should be here.
>>WHEN I SAW THAT THESE TWO WRITERS WOULD COLLAB ON A FIC I NEARLY DIED BRUH THESE MIRROR FICS ARE AMAZE JUST LIKE THEIR OTHER FICS
In a world where monstrous dragons terrorize humanity daily, the Garrison trains valiant Knights to slay the evil beasts and defend Earth. But when Knight cadet Lance Espinosa is kidnapped by a strange red dragon who kills its own kind, certain truths are revealed…and so are the true monsters.
>>dragon au i repeat dragon au this is not a drill everyone - this fic!!! is freaking!!!! amazing!!!!!!! it’s in my top 5 minimum go try it out :D
Go back to school they said. It’ll be fun they said. Yeah, sure. It’s tons of fun scaling lava walls, accidentally setting things on fire, and being babysat by the school’s flirt. When Lance signed up (*cough* bribed *cough*) to show the new firebug around the school he thought it would be a piece of cake. He did not anticipate the sour attitude, spontaneous explosions, intimate moments in elevators…
>>the sky high au you always knew you needed :D it’s still in the very early stages but the fic is really fun so far!!
Lance has too much time on his hands, Keith doesn’t have enough. Lance leans more towards being outgoing and sociable, while Keith keeps to himself and can be mostly unpleasant. Neither think they have anything in common. What they don’t realize, however, is that there happens to be a very popular graphic novel that connects them together. Lance happens to be an avid reader and Keith just happens to secretly be the author.
>>another fic i’m super pumped for oh my god. each new chapter mail has me grinning like a maniac. the waiting between updates is suffering but all worth it in the end. it’s fun and interesting and i love it!
Keith commits the ultimate taboo as a grim reaper: he saves a life. More specifically, he saves Lance’s life. Now they are forever linked, unable to survive without the other. Keith must protect Lance from the forces that are trying to right Keith’s wrong and kill Lance.
>>skdfghjksfhgdksjfhgjfjd i cannot describe it. the plot is really amazing and keith and lance are so attracted to each other but they can’t kiss because that would literally kill lance. it belongs to the top most interesting voltron fics out there :D
Keith is a superhero who’s been pining after the cute boy who works at the music shop across the street from HQ. He also doesn’t know that the cute boy is the same vigilante he wants to bring to justice.
>>!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! all the chapters are insanely long but they’re all worth it. the plot develops rather slowly but it’s perfect as it is :P the slowest of burns. despite that it never made me lose interest in it so definitely go check it out if you have multiple hours of nothing to do!! :D
I’m gonna stop here because this list is already insanely long but it is faaaaaar from finished, believe me. This fandom produces so many good fics I can’t keep up with it ; - ;
1. Who loves flower crowns more?
2. Who is the one who likes to cuddle?
3. Who has awful taste in music?
4. Who is the meme lover?“
5. How did their second date go?
6. How many children do they want/have?
7. Who hides the weapons?
8. Who is the better dancer?
9. Do/Did they have a theme wedding?
10. What do their parents think of them dating?
11. Are they a super sappy couple?
12. How did they get together?
13. Who asked the other to get married?
14. Who stays up too late and makes stupid jokes?
15. Who is the nerd?
16. Who knows the most obscure facts?
17. Who makes the other a flower crown?
18. Who likes to read?
19. Who bothers the other person while the other person reads?
20. Who tutors the other?
21. Do they have similar taste in movies?
22. How do their personalities compliment each other?
23. How do they tell everyone that they are going to be having a kid/adopting a child soon?
24. Who has better fashion sense?
25. Who will punch someone out if they are rude to their partner?
26. What songs do they sing together in the vehicle?
27. What other couple would your otp get along with?
28. Who likes to prank the other?
29. Who is the one who loves to take pictures?
30. How would they react if they found out they were soul mates?
31. Where would they live?
32. What type of dragon would they own, if they could have one?
33. If they were both vampires, what type of vampires would they be?
34. What would they dress up as, for Halloween?
35. Can they name each other’s favourite food?
36. Do they have pet names for one another?
37. How do they cheer each other up?
38. Do they show a lot of PDA?
39. How old were they when they got together?
40. Who is the one that would bring the puppy home?
41. Can they do yoga couple’s poses?
42. What is their song?
43. What does their room look like?
44. Who would be the one to kill zombies while the other keeps them grounded?
45. Who makes the other breakfast in bed?
46. Who loves kids more?
47. Do either of them have a crazy ex?
48. What are their favourite colours?
49. Who likes to cook?
50. Who is the forgetful one?
51. Does either of them know how to fight?
52. What do they do for Valentines Day?
53. Who swears more?
54. Who has the better comebacks?
55. Who would start a fight with another parent at a bake sale?
56. Who reads buzzfeed?
57. Who is the hopeless romantic?
58. Do either of them know how to do a handstand?
59. Who can rap better?
60. Do either of them want to go sky diving?
61. What do they usually text about?
62. Who is the dramatic one?
63. Is either one confrontational?
64. What is their favourite cuddle position?
65. Who are their favourite musical artist(s)?”
66. What are their parenting styles?
67. Who would be the more laid back one?
68. Who listens to more vulgar music?
69. Do either of them have secrets even the other doesn’t know?
70. Who is their go to couple for a double date?
71. Do they tip the waiter/waitress on their date?
72. How do they work out a fight?
73. Who brings home an illegal pet?
74. What side of the bed do each of them sleep on?
75. What is their favorite photo of them two together?
76. Who takes longer in the bathroom?
77. Who has more songs on their ipod?
78. What movie did they first see together?
79. What do they like to see each other in?
80. Who makes jokes during inappropriate times?
81. At what age do they discuss the possibility of children?
82. What do they love about each other the most?
83. Who is the one that sees the big picture, while the other focus’s on the small details?
84. What would they write on their partner’s social media’s for their anniversary?
85. Who is bad at math?
86. Who googles everything?
87. Who does stuff on impulse?
88. How do they comfort each other when they are helpless to do anything about the situation?
89. What is an inside joke they have?
90. Who makes the other smile with almost no effort at all?
91. What is their favourite holiday?
92. Who is the one that is calm and collected while the other is angry and destructive?
93. What is their favourite board game to play?
94. Who accidental sets something on fire?
95. Who has the car ready while the other is robbing the store?
96. What artist/group did they go to for their first concert?
97. Who sleep talks?
98. Who is the more social one?
99. What are their karaoke songs?
100. Who would get up on stage and make a fool of themselves just to make the other laugh?
Well, well well…. look who’s back from the dead (me, if you couldn’t guess).
First of all, I want to apologise for not doing these for so long. Things got a little insane in my life. I haven’t had time to blink these days, but here I am, because I love you all.
First of all: thank you and sorry it took me over a year to do this. And second of all: of course I can!
I think this is the post everyone was waiting for and I have no idea if I’m ready for it. Wait. I know I’m not.
But since I’m either a masochist or already too numb from all the pain this ship causes me, I’ll try anyway. Fuck the police.
I’ll open this discussion with Harry’s last thought about Draco before the horrible tragedy that we call Sectumsempra:
Was it his imagination, or did Malfoy, like Tonks, look thinner? Certainly he looked paler; his skin still had that greyish tinge, probably because he so rarely saw daylight these days. But there was no air of smugness, or excitement, or superiority; none of the swagger that he had had on the Hogwarts Express, when he had boasted openly of the mission he had been given by Voldemort … there could be only one conclusion, in Harry’s opinion: the mission, whatever it was, was going badly.
Ok, let’s start by the fact Harry says Draco has a “swagger”. Not my words!
And also: Yer a stupid wizard, Harry.
The boy is falling behind in classes, he’s sad and lonely, he looks sick, you know he’s terrified he’s not pleasing Voldemort. So instead of trying to help him, you go and use a spell for enemies on him. A boy genius.
I don’t even know why I’ll point this out again, but it’s not normal to keep noticing those things about people you don’t care about, ok? It’s just not done. You’re fooling yourself!
Meanwhile, Harry is getting desperate here. If it’s because Draco looks sick or because he couldn’t find out what his mission was, we’ll never know. But he knows he’s running out of time, and he has other personal problems to deal with, like the horcruxes and his huge crush *sarcasm* on Ginny.
And coincidentally his crush on her seems to grow, suddenly. Almost like it’s a distraction… hm. She’s exactly like the opposite of his true crush, I mean, obsession, I mean… Malfoy. She makes him forget, instead of making him feel like everything is falling apart; she doesn’t have any problems besides boys and Quidditch, while Draco’s buried in shit.
But still, he thinks about her far less than he thinks about *someone else*. Because a constant in this book is that nothing is more pressing than Draco Malfoy. Not the Prince himself, not the horcruxes, not girls or Quidditch. Nothing.
In the midst of all his preoccupations Harry had not forgotten his other ambition: finding out what Malfoy was up to in the Room of Requirement. He was still checking the Marauder’s Map and, as he was often unable to locate Malfoy on it, deduced that Malfoy was still spending plenty of time within the Room.
Oh yeah, in the midst of his problems, one being he didn’t know if Ginny was worth upsetting Ron (and if that’s not an indicative that she’s not your one true love, Harry, I don’t know what is), he still has plenty of time to obsess over Draco Malfoy.
Just healthy, really.
And now, because I didn’t forget the real issue here, let’s read what brilliant thoughts Harry Potter has about the Sectumsempra:
…he saw the Sectumsempra spell, captioned ‘For Enemies’, that he had marked a few weeks previously. He had still not found out what it did, mainly because he did not want to test it around Hermione, but he was considering trying it out on McLaggen next time he came up behind him unawares.
Oh yeah! He was considering trying the Sectumsempra on Cormac! That’s how much of a genius he is. Harry, go study some latin before you use a fucking spell, will ya?
I mean, you would think that a boy who lost both parents to a curse and studied Charms for 6 years would think to at least check the etymology of a spell before using it on another human being. Or not, if you’re stupid as fuck!
Ok, so are you ready for the heartbreak? *takes deep breath*
Harry made his usual detour along the seventh-floor corridor, checking the Marauder’s Map as he went. For a moment he could not find Malfoy anywhere, and assumed he must indeed be inside the Room of Requirement again, but then he saw Malfoy’s tiny, labelled dot standing in a boys’ bathroom on the floor below, accompanied, not by Crabbe or Goyle, but by Moaning Myrtle.
First of all, Harry, why??? What kind of dodgy business could he be planning with the ghost of a muggleborn girl murdered by Voldemort? If anything, that shows he’s really not who you think he is.
It took me years after reading this book to realise Draco was confessing to a mudblood, and a victim of Voldemort. To me, that’s a symbol of how his views were changing and how, in the end, he was a victim, not a villain. He was like her in a way.
Also, how fucking lonely he was. *sobbing*
God, that makes me so mad! This is the only time Harry really disappointed me and I think he fucking knows it. He disappointed himself too.
Draco Malfoy was standing with his back to the door, his hands clutching either side of the sink, his white-blond head bowed.
‘Don’t,’ crooned Moaning Myrtle’s voice from one of the cubicles. ‘Don’t … tell me what’s wrong… I can help you …’
‘No one can help me,’ said Malfoy. His whole body was shaking. ‘I can’t do it … I can’t … it won’t work … and unless I do it soon … he says he’ll kill me …’
And Harry realised, with a shock so huge it seemed to root him to the spot, that Malfoy was crying – actually crying – tears streaming down his pale face into the grimy basin.
To be honest, I can’t choose what’s worse about this whole thing. Draco confessing to a ghost, because he has no one (and not just any ghost, but the one everyone can’t stand)? The fact he is crying because he’s so scared?
Or maybe the fact that Harry is just so stupid he can’t use simple logic and understand that, whatever this is, Draco doesn’t have a choice???
Ouch, my heart just broke real quick.
Malfoy gasped and gulped and then, with a great shudder, looked up into the cracked mirror and saw Harry staring at him over his shoulder.
Malfoy wheeled round, drawing his wand. Instinctively, Harry pulled out his own. Malfoy’s hex missed Harry by inches, shattering the lamp on the wall beside him; Harry threw himself sideways, thought Levicorpus! and flicked his wand, but Malfoy blocked the jinx and raised his wand for another –
There was a loud bang and the bin behind Harry exploded; Harry attempted a Leg-Locker Curse that backfired off the wall behind Malfoy’s ear and smashed the cistern beneath Moaning Myrtle, who screamed loudly; water poured everywhere and Harry slipped over as Malfoy, his face contorted, cried, ‘Cruci—’
I can’t imagine how humiliated he feels, and how terrified he is, because not only was he crying because of Voldemort, but now Harry Potter knows too much. And Harry won’t help him, he’s sure of that.
You know what breaks me? They start do duel with childish hexes and curses, and it escalates so quickly, before any of them can take a moment to realise the seriousness of it.
And I wish Draco was going to say “Crucifix nail nipples!”, but we know he was not. But do you wanna know what I believe? If he had time to finish saying the word, nothing would happen, and Harry would be able to see he’s not evil. He obviously didn’t mean the Crucio.
But before he has that chance, Harry goes and fucks up royally:
‘SECTUMSEMPRA!’ bellowed Harry from the floor, waving his wand wildly.
Blood spurted from Malfoy’s face and chest as though he had been slashed with an invisible sword. He staggered backwards and collapsed on to the waterlogged floor with a great splash, his wand falling from his limp right hand.
‘No –’ gasped Harry.
Slipping and staggering, Harry got to his feet and plunged towards Malfoy, whose face was now shining scarlet, his white hands scrabbling at his blood-soaked chest.
‘No – I didn’t –’
Harry did not know what he was saying; he fell to his knees beside Malfoy, who was shaking uncontrollably in a pool of his own blood.
To be honest, Harry never in a million years thought that would be a lethal curse. Never. He wanted to test it on McLaggen!
I can’t stand this moment, I can’t. I makes me tear up every time.
Because there is Draco’s physical pain, which was probably horrible, then there’s his emotional pain, because he’s at his most vulnerable moment and it’s such a betrayal! Harry is one of the good guys. He was afraid Voldemort would do something like that to him, not Harry. And that is so so so sad.
And there’s Harry’s pain as well, because he’s fucking terrified. He knows Draco is dying, he knows he did something unthinkable, he knows he fucked up. Sometimes I can’t believe Draco actually saved Harry after that, because this probably haunted him for a long time.
Just imagine seeing someone surrounded by their own blood, with deep cuts and shaking in pain. I don’t think you can forget it that easily. Especially if you were responsible for it.
And you know what makes me angry? That Harry compartmentalises what he’s feeling so well that it’s like two different people: one when he’s alone, looking at what he did, and one once he finds his friends. It’s maddening.
But there’s a reason for that, and we’ll get into it soon.
“Harry was still watching, horrified by what he had done, barely aware that he too was soaked in blood and water. Moaning Myrtle was still sobbing and wailing overhead. When Snape had performed his counter-curse for the third time, he half-lifted Malfoy into a standing position.
‘You need the hospital wing. There may be a certain amount of scarring, but if you take dittany immediately we might avoid even that … come …’
He supported Malfoy across the bathroom, turning at the door to say in a voice of cold fury, ‘And you, Potter … you wait here for me.’
It did not occur to Harry for a second to disobey. He stood up slowly, shaking, and looked down at the wet floor. There were bloodstains floating like crimson flowers across its surface. He could not even find it in himself to tell Moaning Myrtle to be quiet, as she continued to wail and sob with increasingly evident enjoyment.”
I love the way JKR describes how Harry sees it, how vivid are the consequences of what happened. And I obviously love how Snape tells Draco it might scar, possibly more for Harry to hear than for him. Snape knows him well, he knows the guilt trip he could go into and is trying to push him into it. And Harry deserves it.
It doesn’t happen, though, because immediately after, he goes to find his friends (and Ginny), who make him forget about his feelings.
But before we get into that, I’d like to talk about the symbolism of Harry finding the room of hidden things when he’s trying to hide the book. It’s the room he’s been trying to get in all year, and it’s almost like a physical representation of Draco at this point.
It’s very interesting how he can suddenly get in, almost like the barriers are all down, almost like Draco stopped caring about hiding it from him. Almost like he’s so sad and hopeless he stops trying. Thinking about the wave of disappointment he must be feeling, it’s very possible that Draco’s feelings were an influence in the door showing up for Harry.
Anyway, then Harry tells his friends about what just happened and they respond exactly like you would expect them too, almost to a stereotypical extreme.
“I won’t say “I told you so”,’ said Hermione, an hour later in the common room. ‘Leave it, Hermione,’ said Ron angrily.”
Isn’t it interesting how none of them we just horrified by the whole thing? How Hermione just focuses on the book, not on the teenager almost bleeding to death?
“(…) Malfoy had already been visited in the hospital wing by Pansy Parkinson, who had lost no time in vilifying Harry far and wide…”
I just love this sentence. First of all, with all her flaws, I love Pansy. She’s just the best friend Draco could have in that moment, because she takes no bullshit. And to be fair, Harry deserved to be vilified. And you can sense his opinions on what he’s done are changing because his friends just excuse what he did, especially Ginny:
“Give it a rest, Hermione!’ said Ginny, and Harry was so amazed, so grateful, he looked up. ‘By the sound of it Malfoy was trying to use an Unforgivable Curse, you should be glad Harry had something good up his sleeve!”
I hated her so much in that moment. What Harry did it’s inexcusable, and he knows it. So it hurts my eyes to see her say something so dismissive. Draco would not be able to actually Crucio him and, deep down, Harry knows it. He doesn’t even try to convince himself he’s faultless, that it was self-defense.
Ok, so let’s expand on Ginny’s rare presence being right in this chapter.
It’s no coincidence this is the same chapter where Harry kisses Ginny for the first time. Remember what I mentioned in the beginning of this post? The whole of Half-Blood Prince is built using a parallel between Harry’s relationship with Draco and his relationship with Ginny to move the plot in the right direction.
“Hermione and Ginny, who had always got on together very well, were now sitting with their arms folded, glaring in opposite directions. Ron looked nervously at Harry, then snatched up a book at random and hid behind it. Harry, however, though he knew he little deserved it, felt unbelievably cheerful all of a sudden, even though none of them spoke again for the rest of the evening.”
I mean, come on. He literally buries his guilt in giddiness because Ginny is defending him. Defending him against something he knows is his fault. She’s helping him forget Malfoy. Again.
And this chapter is so cleverly written it splits his feelings with the places and situations he’s in: when he’s with Snape, in the dungeons, he can feel the guilt as a physical presence. Snape makes sure he understands that the detention is about making him feel guilty:
“Mr Filch has been looking for someone to clear out these old files,’ said Snape softly. ‘They are the records of other Hogwarts wrongdoers and their punishments. Where the ink has grown faint, or the cards have suffered damage from mice, we would like you to copy out the crimes and punishments afresh and, making sure that they are in alphabetical order, replace them in the boxes. You will not use magic.”
When he thinks about Gryffindor and Ginny, he forgets about any negative thing happening with him:
“And while he copied out all their various offences and punishments, he wondered what was going on outside, where the match would have just started … Ginny playing Seeker against Cho …”
To be honest, that is one of the things that always bothered me with this ship being canon. Ginny never sees the Harry we see, she always sees someone who’s always right, someone who’s the hero. And Harry only sees Ginny as a ladder to a life he wants so desperately. A life with no complications, with a family, with giddiness and lightness. He holds onto her because she makes him forget all the horrible things he has gone through, and that’s one reason why he never tells her anything: he wants her in a bell jar, untouched by his traumas.
And we all know that’s not who he really is. The final proof is how this chapter ends:
Harry looked around; there was Ginny running towards him; she had a hard, blazing look in her face as she threw her arms around him. And without thinking, without planning it, without worrying about the fact that fifty people were watching, Harry kissed her.
The creature in his chest roaring in triumph, Harry grinned down at Ginny and gestured wordlessly out of the portrait hole. A long walk in the grounds seemed indicated, during which – if they had time – they might discuss the match.”
This moment is like a completely different book. It’s a fantasy. Something Harry knew couldn’t last. It was escapism.
This chapter is also the last before Malfoy finally figures out how to fix the cabinet and Harry goes with Dumbledore to retrieve the horcrux. It’s almost like a tragic farewell to the relationship the two of them had prior to thing getting fucking serious. It all changes after that.
The Sectumsempra in itself changes everything. Harry, someone who we know as heroic and honourable, commits an act that shifts what we know about him, and at the same time Draco, who up until then we see as a bidimensional character, comes alive and gets layers on top of layers. It’s the only possible introduction to what happens in Deathly Hallows. Tragic and horrible, but beautiful to watch.
I mean, I could go on and on. If I had the time, I would probably debate every single sentence in this book that, to me, is the most symbolic and crucial of them all.
But I do have a job, so this will do. Hope you guys enjoyed it!
(this is my first masterpost sorry if it’s bad) A bullet journal has a lot of uses. A planner, homework reminders, to-do lists- but understandably, some pages could use a little of inspiration. And what better inspiration than from artists? Even without a bullet journal, quotes can be a great thing to decorate journals, your room, etcetera. So, I’ve compiled a list of quotes (some aren’t very motivational) by some of your favorite artists!
VINCENT VAN GOGH
“I dream of painting and then I paint my dream.”
“What would life be if we had no courage to attempt anything?”
“Great things are done by a series of small things brought together.”
“I wish they would only take me as I am.”
“In spite of everything I shall rise again; I will take up my pencil, which I have forsaken in my great discouragement, and I will go on with my drawing.”
“I see drawings and pictures in the poorest of huts and the dirtiest of corners.”
“One must work and dare if one really wants to live.”
“For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream.“
“I feel that there is nothing more truly artistic than to love people.”
“Be clearly aware of the stars and infinity on high. Then life seems almost enchanted after all.“
“If you truly love nature, you will find beauty everywhere.”
“I am seeking, I am striving, I am in it with all my heart.”
“Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up.“
“Art is a lie that makes us realize truth.”
“Everything you can imagine is real.“
“Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.”
“Action is the foundational key to all success.“
"It takes a long time to become young.”
“Youth has no age.”
“Art is the elimination of the unnecessary.”
“Sculpture is the art of the intelligence.”
“Are we to paint what’s on the face, what’s inside the face, or what’s behind it?”
“Give me a museum and I’ll fill it.”
“To copy others is necessary, but to copy oneself is pathetic.”
“Have no fear of perfection - you’ll never reach it.“
"Drawing is the honesty of the art. There is no possibility of cheating. It is either good or bad.”
“Those who do not want to imitate anything, produce nothing.”
“Intelligence without ambition is a bird without wings.”
“There is only one difference between a madman and me. The madman thinks he is sane. I know I am mad.”
“What is important is to spread confusion, not eliminate it.”
“I am not strange. I am just not normal.”
“It is not necessary for the public to know whether I am joking or whether I am serious, just as it is not necessary for me to know it myself.”
“Everything alters me, but nothing changes me.”
“So little of what could happen does happen.”
“Give me two hours a day of activity, and I’ll take the other twenty-two in dreams.”
“The secret of my influence has always been that it remained secret.”
“The painting has a life of its own. I try to let it come through.”
“Painting is self-discovery. Every good artist paints what he is.”
“My painting does not come from the easel.”
“When I am in my painting, I’m not aware of what I’m doing.”
“Love is friendship set to music.”
“The painter locks himself out of his own studio. And then has to break in like a thief.”
“The modern artist is working with space and time, and expressing his feelings rather than illustrating.”
“Energy and motion made visible- memories arrested in space.”
“Abstract painting is abstract. It confronts you. There was a reviewer a while back who wrote my pictures didn’t have any beginning or any end. He didn’t mean it as a compliment, but it was.”
“I’m very representational some of the time, and a little all of the time. But when you’re painting out of your unconscious, figures are bound to emerge.”
“Abstract art should be enjoyed just as music is enjoyed- ater awhile you may like it or you may not.”
“Each age finds its own technique… I mean, the strangeness will wear off and I think we will discover the deeper meanings in modern art.“
“I must have flowers always and always.”
“Color is my daylong obsession, joy and torment.“
“Everyone discusses my art and pretends to understand, as if it were necessary to understand, when it is simply necessary to love.”
“My garden is my most beautiful masterpiece.“
“I would like to paint the way a bird sings.”
“The more I live, the more I regret how little I know.“
“I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.”
“I can only draw what I see.“
“What keeps my heart awake is colorful silence.”
“The richness I achieve comes from nature, the source of my inspiration.“
“I don’t think I’m made for any earthly kind of pleasure.”
“The light constantly changes, and that alters the atmosphere and beauty of things every minute.“
“Nobody sees a flower- really- it is so small it takes time- we haven’t time - and to see takes time, like to have a friend takes time.”
“If you take a flower in your hand and really look at it, it’s your world for a moment.”
“I wish people were all trees and I think I could enjoy them then.”
“To create one’s world in any of the arts takes courage.”
“I decided to accept as true my own thinking.”
“You are one of my nicest thoughts.”
“It’s not enough to be nice in life. You’ve got to have nerve.”
“I found I could say things with color and shapes that I couldn’t say any other way… things I had no words for.”
“I think it’s so foolish for people to want to be happy. Happy is so momentary–you’re happy for an instant and then you start thinking again. Interest is the most important thing in life; happiness is temporary, but interest is continuous.”
“Where I was born and where and how I have lived is unimportant. It is what I have done with where I have been that should be of interest.”
“I can’t live where I want to, I can’t go where I want to go, I can’t do what I want to, I can’t even say what I want to. I decided I was a very stupid fool not to at least paint as I wanted to.”
“I’m frightened all the time. But I never let it stop me. Never!”
LEONARDO DA VINCI
“Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication.”
“As a well-spent day brings happy sleep, so a life well spent brings happy death.”
“Art is never finished, only abandoned.”
“Why does the eye see a thing more clearly in dreams than the imagination when awake?”
“Tears come from the heart and not from the brain.”
“Nothing strengthens authority so much as silence.”
“The noblest pleasure is the joy of understanding.”
“Learning never exhausts the mind.”
“While I thought I was learning how to live, I have been learning how to die.”
“Study without desire spoils the memory, and it retains nothing that it takes in.”
“I love those who can smile in trouble…”
“It is easier to resist at the beginning than at the end.”
“I don’t paint dreams or nightmares, I paint my own reality.”
“I paint flowers so they will not die.”
“I paint myself because I am so often alone and because the subject I know best.”
“I think that little by little I’ll be able to solve my problems and survive.”
I was binge-watching The Voice and came across
Fernando Daniel’s audition where he did a very awesome job with his rendition
of Adele’s When We Were Young (which is one of my favourite songs!) and this is
the aftermath of watching that movie. Truth be told, this imagine is supposed
to be fluffy and fun but somehow, after that video, it turned out like this. This was not proof-read by the way so there might be a lot of mistakes but anyways, hope you enjoy!
There is just so much rejection one person
Some might call you a fool for still
continuing to pine over someone who clearly has a very obvious crush on another
person. Some might even call you stupid or stubborn for still finding
opportunities to confess to him even though you have been rejected countless of
times. Some might even pity you and your choices but like you always tell your
friends, you do not really choose who you fall in love with.
It just sorts of happen, in a blink of
an eye. Love hits you during the times you least expect it and although you
might not know what ‘love’ really is – this feeling you carry for him feels a
whole lot like it. More often than not, your friends try to set you up with
other guys just so you could “move on” but after every one of those dates, it
just cements the fact that love is not something you can just easily turn off –
like a switch. If it is only that easy, you probably would have switched off
your feelings for him because being rejected hurts. Unrequited love is just
honestly the worst kind of love that has ever existed.
“How many times does this make?” MJ asks
when she spies you looking down-trodden and your unusual cheery self. You look
up from the ground and give her a smile, attempting to cover the hurt. When MJ
gives you a deadpan expression, you know you are not fooling yourself let alone
At this point, you like to think that
Peter Parker has ruined you for everyone else. Those dates your friends set you
up in always leave you feeling dissatisfied and at the end of each and every
date you have gone to; you always end up comparing all of them to Peter. So
much so, you ultimately stopped going on those dates because clearly trying to
force yourself to move on is just very hard.
“Probably the fifth – I might have lost
count after the third time.” You tell her weakly, chuckling at your luck. Sometimes
you do not even know if you are a masochist (who else would be alright with
putting themselves through this kind of pain?) or if you are just stubborn (or
dumb, either one works well at this point). “What are you doing here anyways?”
You ask her, wanting to move on from the topic.
MJ shrugs her shoulders before turning
back to her sketch book. “Saw Parker looking constipated after he left, figured
it might have something to do with you.” She glances at you and you bite your
lower lip as you try to school your expression and still keep the smile on your
face. “I was right.”
You would not really consider MJ as your
friend just yet – the two of you have never talked prior to your first
confession to Peter Parker a few months ago – but she is steadily becoming one.
Unlike your other friends, she does not sugarcoat her words and she says them
as it is – your friends tend to skirt around the subject when talking to you.
You really appreciate her character.
“Yeah.” You murmur before turning to look
at your textbook. Despite being able to read all of the words on the pages, you
simply cannot comprehend any of them at all. You blink a couple of times and
sigh when you still cannot comprehend anything that you have just read so you
close your textbook instead. “I think I am done here.”
MJ looks up from her sketchbook before she
glances at the clock, a frown creeping on her face. She watches you pack your
textbook in to your bag but before you could stand up and leave the table, MJ
speaks up. “He does, you know.”
You freeze momentarily before turning to
face MJ. “Excuse me?”
MJ sighs before she leans away from the
table, picking up her sketchbook. She flips through several pages before
landing on the page she was looking for. “Peter.” She shows you this caricature
of Peter seemingly pining after you and you honestly did not mean to laugh –
because the thought that Peter actually reciprocates your feelings after
rejecting you is just really hilarious to you – but you did.
You sit back down in your seat, wiping
away the tears that manages to escape your eyes. A few heads turn to look at
you but you dismiss them in favour of looking at MJ. “Perhaps in a different
universe that might actually be the case, MJ.” You point out. “Even if it is
true, how do you know any of these?” You don’t really hang outside of the
library as well as your student body office as much as you would have love to so
you don’t really know what happens outside.
MJ shrugs her shoulders. “I just observe
people a lot – Peter is interesting to observe because he makes this face a lot
when it comes to you.” She points to the sketch again and you try to process
her words. No matter how much you try, you still could not wrap your head
around it so you just shake your head.
“Thank you for trying to cheer me up, MJ.”
You tell her and made a move to stand up. “See you around.” MJ nods her head at
you. You give her one more smile before walking out of the library, leaving MJ
sitting at the table alone with an unfinished sketch.
(“Why would you do that, Peter?” MJ asks
as she sits across of Peter and Ned. The two of them exchanged confused looks
before turning back to look at MJ. She rolls her eyes. “Why did you reject Y/N
Peter flinches at the sound of your name
and he looks away from MJ. Hearing your name fall from MJ’s mouth reminds him
of what had transpired earlier that morning – you had confessed your feelings
to him (for the fifth time) and he had rejected you. The look of utter hurt and
disappointment on your face that you tried your hardest to mask after he had
rejected you stayed in his mind.
Truthfully, Peter does not quite
understand why he keeps rejecting you. He knows he has some sort of feelings
for you – perhaps not ‘love’, Peter doesn’t think he knows what ‘love’ is yet
but he knows he likes you more than normal. What is not to like about you? Vice
President of the school, steady grades, nice personality – there are a lot of
wonderful qualities about you that Peter likes but he just cannot bring himself
to accept your confession. Call him scared, Peter would not even mind because
he is. Terrified beyond his wits.
Ned looks aghast. “You rejected Y/N again?
Dude, that makes it like the fifth?” He stares at Peter in disbelief and Peter
groans before slowly nodding his head. Ned groans. “Why would you do that, Peter?”
Ned repeats MJ’s question. MJ crosses her arms and leans in, waiting for Peter’s
Peter swallows the lump in his throat and
looks at his two friends. “I – I don’t know.” He shakes his head as if to
emphasize how he really does not know.
MJ furrows her eyebrows.
Ned is still looking at Peter in
“You need to try harder than ‘I don’t know’,
Peter. If you don’t like Y/N, maybe you can just tell her upfront and be honest
about it. So that she can move on with her life instead of pining after you.”)
A week after you had last confessed to
Peter, you decided to do something drastic because after that confession of
yours was rejected, you went to a really bad place inside. Despite the cheery
disposition you kept whenever you are in school and around friends, back at
home, nothing much could distract you from the fact that your first ever crush on
someone is really painful and hurts you a lot.
So right when the school ended, you
immediately approach Peter just as he is about to leave with Ned in tow. “Peter,
I need to talk to you for a moment – you don’t mind, do you?” You address Ned
who simply shakes his head. He steps aside, leaving the two of you alone and
Peter looks somewhat uncomfortable as he stares at everything and everyone but
This hurts you more than you would like to
admit but this is the reason why you are here. “I just… I am not going to
confess so you don’t have to look so uncomfortable.” You can’t help the spite
that left your mouth really but at this point, you really don’t care anymore.
Enough is enough.
“Y- you’re not?” Peter’s surprised voice
catches you by surprise and you aren’t sure if you are sad or happy so you
disregard it completely. “I – I am not! Uncomfortable, I mean.” Peter rubs the
back of his neck sheepishly before looking at you. “Y/N, I – I actually…” He
trails off when you shake your head.
You need to do this now or you are going
to chicken out and continue to hurt yourself. “Every single time I look at you,
Peter, I can… I can feel my heart sink because I know you won’t ever like me
like I do about you and,” You swallow the lump in your throat as you try your
hardest not to tear up. “And even though at first I told myself this is alright
– I just, I don’t think I can, at least, not anymore.” You shake your head.
Your hands are trembling and you look away from Peter. “Which is why I have
decided,” with a heavy heart, you add
in your mind, “that I am going to stop liking you, Peter. You won’t see me
again after this and thank you so much for entertaining me whenever I confess
to you.” You would really love to hate Peter, honestly, you would but Peter has
always treated you nicely despite the uncomfortable position you tend to put
him through whenever you confess.
Peter is at a loss of words as he stares
at you. He wants to say something – to tell you that you are wrong but it’s as
if his lips are locked and he suddenly can’t find his voice or find it in him
to move his hands to stop you from leaving. All Peter could do is watch you
leave and that’s when he realizes that his heart is hurting a lot.
Ned approaches him with a worried look. “What
did Y/N say? She ran past me just now.” He mutters – no matter how many times
Peter has rejected you, you normally take the time to talk to Ned too because
you genuinely find him to be a very funny, albeit nerdy guy.
think,” Peter actually has to stop himself from talking for a bit because tears
are starting to well up in his eyes so Peter has to blink a couple of times. “I
think I just got my heart broken.” He informs Ned numbly and all Ned could do
is just stare at Peter in surprise. “And it hurts.”
Aries: They start off the day with loads of “Happy Valentine’s Day, babe”
messages from various unimportant people which feels pretty good at first, but as the day goes on they start to feel empty because they don’t have anyone that they truly care about.
Taurus: They don’t really mind the fact that they’re single on Valentine’s day because it’s just another day in the year. UNLESS they just got out of a relationship… if that’s the case then they’ll probably end up wallowing all day and listening to sad songs.
Gemini: There are two types of single gems on Valentine’s Day. Type one won’t even acknowledge that it’s Valentine’s Day and will just go on with their life as usual. While type two is just devastated that they are single and will probably text a few of their exes to try and have some fun later.
Cancer: Probably will lock themselves inside all day to avoid the cute couples and Valentine’s Day decorations. Also, is most likely to cry if they see either of those things.
Leo: Are these guys ever really single on Valentine’s Day? Secret admirers and/or best friends are always around to give them small gifts, chocolates, or cards… They enjoy every second of Valentine’s Day- single or taken.
Virgo: Chill AF, they don’t waste time with sadness or hoping for a significant other to fall out the sky. They probably have plans to hang out with close friends or family later in the day because Valentine’s Day isn’t about being in love it’s about being around people you LOVE, right?
Libra: “Alright everyone, Happy Valentine’s Day, I may be single this year, but that’s no reason for me to be bitter over everyone else’s happiness. I’ve decided that I don’t need false validation to be happy today, I’m going to wait for my soulmate to appear. I need to love myself before someone else can love me. Good luck to all the couples out there xx” - Libra’s Facebook status. However, after they finish post this they proceed to cry themselves to sleep because of singleness.
VALENTINE’S DAY WAS INVENTED BY THE GREETING CARD COMPANIES. EVERY SINGLE PERSON WHO CELEBRATES VALENTINE’S DAY IS STUPID AND IS BEING FOOLED BY CAPITALISM! … someone please rise from the ashes and date me. - Scorpio’s mind for the full duration of Valentine’s Day
Sagittarius: A part of them is super chill about being single because relationships are too stressful, but hearing everyone else’s romantic plans on Valentine’s Day can depress them a bit. They’ll get over it after a while though and go to the movies with another hopelessly single friend.
Capricorn: They will try their hardest to come across as not caring about the fact that they are single, but on the inside they’re evaluating all the relationships they had over the past year. What went wrong? Why did it go wrong? Nothing is my fault right? RIGHT…
Aquarius: The Valentine’s Day party-pooper along with Scorpio. However, they’ll go out of their way to let people know how stupid Valentine’s Day is. You see that angry couple walking down the street? Yep, they just got a lecture from our dear friend, Aquarius, about how stupid they are and how meaningless Valentine’s Day is.
Pisces: They’re crying all day, not just because they are single, but also because they have to wait one more day for all the Valentine’s candy to be on sale.
SUMMARY : You have the biggest crush on your co-star Tom Holland. Although there has always been rumours of him and your other co-star Zendaya dating, you’ve always ignored it. You liked him a little too much to just let go.Too much to even notice another co-star, Cole, looking at you the same way you look at Tom. But what’ll be the outcome of your immense likeness for Tom? Will it be worth it? Or will you be left heartbroken when the fan theories of him and Zendaya prove to be true?
A/N: I’m sorry it took me so long to post! Hopefully, you’ll like this one :) Love you guys x
Since the day he first called you ‘darling’ to the day he
shared his cup of tea with you, you were absolutely smitten. You were
very much aware of the fact that he simply called literally everyone by that
word and he liked sharing tea because he’s a kind man BUT you couldn’t
help it, I mean, c’mon look at him! With his messy brown hair and his cheeky
smile.. oh that handsome smile. One thing was clear- you were smitten. This
quackson guy got the best of you this time.
The fact that you got to work with Tom every single day for
4 months didn’t help your case much either- everyday you found yourself falling
more in love with him and his little ways. The other actors on set were Zendaya
and Cole Sprouse. Yeah, that’s right- Tom’s ideal match Zendaya. They got along
really well, their chemistry was inevitable, no wonder fangirls and the press
shipped them so much. You would ship them too, had you not been so hopelessly
in love with Tom. Seeing him and Zendaya do scenes together or even interact !
made you sore. Maybe they did like each other but eh, it’s easier to come in
set, make-believing they don’t. It has almost been 3 months since you first met
and I have to say, you did a pretty good job in hiding your hots for Tom.
Nobody knew about it. Well, nobody except your best friend on set- Cole. Cole
caught you way before you even admitted to your ownself that you were falling
for Tom. You hate how easily Cole reads you. Best friends’ intuition, I guess.
Anyway, you and Tom got along pretty well too. He was always
his goofy self, cracking stupid jokes every opportunity he got, doing 100
things at the same time but nonetheless, making sure everybody was having a
good time. Work didn’t feel like work when you were with him. He would always give
you the warmest hug- and to everyone as well.
He made horrible attempts to
break you out of your shy shell and in doing so, you found yourself falling for
him. You don’t know when you started getting butterflies for this young
South-west London lad. You found yourself searching for silly excuses to go see
him or give him his tea. You would usually end up chatting with him about the
silliest things on the red sofa which was placed in the middle of the set
for..you were not sure why it was kept there but it had been there since the
first day. It became your spot. You and Tom’s, to be precise. You would hangout
there almost every 5:30pm because you and his free-time coincided at this hour
only. Days when you didn’t have a single scene with him were the ones you
dreaded the most. However, you always got to catch him on the red sofa over
your mutual love for tea at 5:30pm.
You’re not sure if Tom has the same liking towards you, I
mean, he’s just so nice to everyone! When he’s with you, he woud make you feel
like you’re the only girl in the room. Pretty sure, everybody in the room feels
that way when they talk to him. He’d always make the warmest cup of tea during
your 5:30 couch time and tell you stories about his family and his sweetheart
Tessa. Tom also had his way of making you blush by telling
you how ‘wonderful’ you look every now and then. Yeah, it’s hard to tell if he
likes you but you would like to think that he does..even if it’s just a little bit.
Right now, you’re lazily sitting on the couch with Cole. You have few minutes of break before heading for an interview.
“I think he’s doing an interview with Z in the other room,”
you nag as you rest your head on Cole’s shoulder.
He scoffs,”Geez, (Y/n), don’t be that girl”
You abruptly sit up straight,”What girl?”
“You know,” he nervously utters,”The green eyed monster
“Ufff, I’m not jealous,” you sigh and turn towards the other
room where Tom and Zendaya are supposedly get interviewed,”I was just saying…”
you drop your head.
“Aww,” Cole chuckles as he lifts your head up with his
finger,”You’re adorable. I wish he knew how you felt,”
You move away and roll your eyes,”Like he’d ever like a slob
like me when he has this gorgeous Z all over him,”
You meant it. You don’t think you have any chance with Tom.
Regardless of the wonderful bond you shared with Tom, you always felt like Zendaya had the
upperhand since she’s the one who got to spend most of the time with Tom. She
also has millions backing her ship with Tom.
“(Y/N),” you hear one of the crew assistants call out,”You
and Cole are up next for the interview,”
“That’s our cue,” Cole blurts before ruffling your hair.
“Hey!” you hit his arm. He chuckles in response.
You head towards the interview room.
”After you, ma’am.” Cole opens the door for you like a pro-butler.
“Thank you, Mr Sprouse” you chuckle at his fake courtesy.
Little did you know
that in a few seconds time you’d be wishing Cole hadn’t let you in first.
Your heart drops. You lose your breath for a second.
On entering the room, you’re greeted by the sight of Tom and
Something you had always seen coming.
Something you wished would never happen.
Something you dreaded.
Something that made your heart break more than you thought
Suddenly all the butterflies in your stomach seem to have
The touch of Cole’s hand on your shoulder made you step out
of the blackhole you were putting yourself into. “I’m sorry, I can’t-“ you run
out of the room. You don’t know if Tom had seen you since you left so abruptly.
4 hours since the vague scene at the interview room. 4 hours
since you covered your mouth and held yourself together as you bawled your eyes
out on the bathroom floor. Much to your contempt, shootings were usually 6-7
hours long so that meant you had to stay here for few more hours. Other days, 7
hours felt like 7 minutes but today it feels like a lifetime. You’ve done a
pretty good job at holding yourself together and ignoring Tom. You know you
have no right to be mad at him, he wasn’t even yours in the first place. But
You thought he liked you. Maybe you were only fooling yourself but you really thought he did. Maybe you got your hopes up too high but
a part of you always felt like he did like you back. The way he’d always make
you feel at home, the time you’d spend laughing and talking about everything on
the lounge, the way- No, (Y/n), maybe all of those things meant a lot to you
because you liked him, or even loved, but it doesn’t matter now. It shouldn’t
matter. Because it clearly meant nothing to him. It meant nothing to Tom.
You still can’t get the image of him and Zendaya kissing.
It’s funny how you can get your heart broken the same time the other person’s
You’re now in Cole’s temporary trailer on the set. He spent
the whole day making sure you weren’t alone and invaded the thoughts of Tom and
Z. You have few minutes of break before your next scene. Cole has already left
for his. You haven’t seen Tom since that incident. And you’re glad you haven’t.
You even missed the 5:30 red sofa ritual you shared with Tom.
It meant nothing to him, you remind yourself.
You hear the door click open. You pull yourself up from
Cole’s couch, “Cole, I was just-“
“Thought I might find you here,” Tom smiles lovingly.
You feel your stomach tighten. You open your mouth to say
something but nothing comes out. You can’t even look at him, “I was just leaving,” you quickly utter as you
see yourself out.
“Wait, (Y/n). I didn’t see you the entire day! Where were
“I was just-“
“And you didn’t show up at the red sofa either. You know
that’s our thing,”
The last sentence made your fist tighten and your heart
weak. Why, why does he do that?
“I’m busy. See you later,”
It took everything in you to walk past the guy you had loved
for so long and pretend that your heart wasn’t breaking when you did.
“(Y/n)..” you could almost faintly hear him but you didn’t
turn back. No, you weren’t turning back for him anymore. You had been a fool
for too long. How could you have not seen this coming?
You continued to love him even though it was you against all
the fangirls and the press. I did this to myself.
You spent the next hours of the day keeping yourself busy
and avoiding Tom. Somehow you kept bumping into him more than usual. You
ignored every attempt of his to talk to you. You played it cool and mellow to
make sure you weren’t giving off any awkward vibes. You continued to remind
yourself that he wasn’t even yours to begin with, so you don’t have any right
to be mad at him.
just shooting your last scene when you saw Tom walk into your area. Tom was
well-known to have the most hectic schedule out of everyone so you have no idea
why he was here and not somewhere else shooting his scene.
Just dropping by, I guess.
“That was a great scene, (Y/n)” Emma, one of the producers,
“Thank you,” you warmly smile as you grab a bottle of water
to hydrate yourself, completely ignoring the fact that Tom is in here too.
“Great shot, (Y/n)” you hear another familiar voice approach
“Thanks, Tom” you quickly reply and try to leave-abruptly,
He’s too close for you to ignore anymore. “I’m getting late,
I have to-“
“I can drop you home,” he says in a low tone, sounding almost
“That’s okay, I have a ride! I’m sorry, I have to lea-“ you
quickly make another desparate but successful attempt to leave.
You walk towards the changing room to
grab your stuffs and go home. You quickly collect your bags and walk yourself
out of the set.
You were just about to get into your car when you heard
someone call out your name again.
You turn around to find Tom, again.
This has never happened before. In
all these months of shooting, he has never made himself this available.
“Oh, Tom. I told you I have a-“
“So I’m guessing you saw, huh?” he bluntly utters.
“You know what,”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Tom. I’ll see you
“You know exactly what I’m talking about,”
You take a deep breath and a long pause. You’ve been trying
to avoid him the entire day to avoid having this conversation but here he is,
pestering you for the same. You know he doesn’t feel anything for you, he never
did, but hearing him actually say that would be even more torturous. You’d
rather pretend your heart didn’t break when you saw him kiss Zendaya and that
you didn’t really love him just so you could get past the next days of shooting
without wanting to breakdown everytime you see him. It’d be easier to pretend nothing happened.
“So what, Tom?” you sigh,”So what if I saw you and Zendaya
“Is that why you’ve been ignoring me the whole day?”
“Please. I know the way you used to look at me but today
you were just-“
“JUST WHAT?” you increase your tone out of
frustration,”SAD?HEARTBROKEN? DEVASTATED? Is that what you want to hear? You
want me to tell you that I could feel my heart sink and that I wish that I’d never entered the interview
room in the first place? God, I wish I could tell you. I wish I could tell you
what you want to hear so badly but trust me, ‘hurt’ would be an understatement to
the way I felt when I saw you kiss Z. And as for walking into the interview
room, I’m glad I saw it.”
“(Y/n), I’m sorry, I-”
You cut him off. You hold back your tears and gather up all your guts as you
complete your sentence,” You’re not the one of blame here, you weren’t even
mine to begin with. You made me think that maybe you did like me, or maybe that was just me fooling myself. And there is nothing worse in the world than thinking you have a chance..,” you choke,”.. when you really don’t.”
And with that, you leave.
“(Y/n),”He immediately grabs hold of your hand.
“Let me go,”
“Let me..,” you abruptly pull out your hand from his grip, “..go”.
And he did.
A/N : Please, it doesn’t have to end like this!!! PART 2 coming up soon ;)
Because I love Wings and Embers (for those who don’t know, Wings and Embers is the bonus nessian story found in the target edition of acomaf) I turned the pics I found
taken by @bookofademigod (@this post) HUGE THANKS btw. Without you, we would’ve been missing a lot!— into text so I can easily reread it. And I thought why not share it?? So here it is!
“Man, it’s a pretty huge crowd out there.” Shawn was basically shaking. You had never ever seen him this nervous for a show. It was almost unheard of for him to be this nervous. He was so at home on stage, he seemed more nervous just walking down the street to get lunch than getting on stage in front of all of those people.
“It isn’t that bad, Shawn.” You smirked at him, pulling your self up to sit on the counter were he was supposed to get ready, but he wasn’t using it. He was sitting on the grey sofa near the left of the dressing room he was provided tuning the first guitar he used on stage.
“I never said it was bad.” He looked up at you for a second, a grin teasing the corners of his lips. “It’s just a big crowd.” He was messing around with the A string, seemingly not being able to quite get it right. It was probably his fumbling fingers. But if you had to hear a flat A one more time you were going to rip your ears off.
“Do you want some help?” You winced as he plucked the string one more time, sounding flatter than it did the last time. He shook his head rather vigorously, which she expected. He was rather particular about how his acoustic was tuned whenever he would go on stage. He wanted to make sure everything was absolutely perfect every time he stepped foot onto that stage. You knew it was probably rather stupid to ask. He’d never let you touch that guitar before a show.
“I’ll be fine.” He was probably nervous because this was his final concert, in his hometown nonetheless, all of his friends were out in that audience. People from his high school, family members, so many people he knew were out in that crowd, and even though it was just as big as all of the other concerts he had played throughout the tour, maybe even smaller than some.
“You look like you’re about to have a panic attack.” You scoffed, pulling your legs underneath you. He just smiled and shook his head a little bit, focusing way too much on that guitar. You thanked your lucky stars he wasn’t as insane about his electric guitar.
“Why are you in here with me and not out there.” He nodded his head towards the door, referencing the audience. You shuddered just thinking about sitting out there with a shitton of kids you went to high school with and hated. They all did sports and were rather popular back in the day, and not that they were mean to you, but Shawn’s old group of friends from high school were not your favorite people. You had always been close friends with him since freshman year when you were both placed in an intro to art class and you were sat with one another because they both couldn’t draw to save their lives. He was close with all of those other people back before he was famous, but he started to notice a lot of them only made an effort to stay close with his busy schedule only due to his intense rising fame. He didn’t mind all that much, but he didn’t make quite as much an effort. As for you and Shawn, you had stayed close from the moment you had met up until now. It was almost funny when the others out there would post photos calling Shawn their best friend, when in reality you were. She was just that random girl who played violin in advanced orchestra who they had no idea why Shawn hung out with her.
Still hung out with her. And let her come with him on his summer north american tour and even come with him on some of his European dates.
It still warmed your heart that those girls in that group that he had hung out with, those girls on the dance team and volleyball team, the girls he had over the years kissed and fooled around with, those girls who were everything that you thought that you weren’t were second to you.
“Those are your friends, not mine.” You shot back, expecting to get the usual, ‘I know you aren’t their biggest fans, but you only have to be nice. They aren’t that bad.’ That was the spiel you usually got whenever you complained about having to associate with his friends. But this time, he just shrugged, probably too preoccupied before this show that he, for some reason, was totally freaked out about.
“You are not wrong.” He strummed the last chord that you couldn’t remember the name of and he looked almost satisfied. But he was never completely satisfied with his guitar, but you had gotten used to it. He looked up at you, actually looking at you for the first time other than some upward glances as he was tuning. A small smile slowly stretching across his lips, and you started to feel almost self conscious. You were only wearing jean shorts and the long sleeve concert t-shirt since you had to help out with the VIP stuff since you were there that early. You had kicked off your black high top converse earlier, so you were only in some ankle socks, and you felt so incredibly exposed, which was dumb, Shawn was your best friend, you shouldn’t feel this way.
Even if you had been harboring some incredibly low-key feelings for him since the eleventh grade. But you never acted on them since he never hinted. So everything stayed just about the same.
“I’m lucky to have you.” He smiled, only taking a few more moments to take all of you in before you were interrupted by a knock, most likely his manager, which he knew was code for ‘time to get the hell out here stop tuning that damned guitar.’ You were glad you didn’t have to say anything sappy back, you were incredibly horrible at those kind of things, but Shawn knew you loved and appreciated him. “It appears it is time to go.” He grabbed his guitar and held his hand out for you to take. You looked at him puzzled but he only smiled.
“Tonight I’m gonna need you out there cheering me on from offstage. I’m about to puke.” He chuckled, and you wearily took his hand, hating going out there with all of the adults and Geoff. You really didn’t like Geoff all that much either. He honestly just really irritated you. Then again, everyone did. Shawn led you over to the door of his dressing room and the minute he opened it, you pulled your hand away, your arm dropping to your side. You both quickly made your way to the front by the stage where he got the spiel, got the speech on how he was gonna do amazing, and how there were tons of girls out there to see him. They did the chant, and he was just about ready to get out on that stage. “Hey!” Shawn called out, waving you over close to him. You had been out here a couple of times before he went on stage, but he had never done this. You furrowed your eyebrows, incredibly confused to say the least.
“What do you need?” You questioned, crossing your arms over your chest. “Don’t you have a crowd to preform for?” You teased, nudging him just a bit with your right elbow. He gave you a small smile, his cheeks turning a bright shade of red. They did that sometimes.
“Okay, remember when I would preform at school talent shows and small concerts and stuff and I would get super nervous?” He started, starting to fiddle with the strap of his guitar. You nodded quickly, hoping he’d get on with it, knowing it’d be you that was being yelled at for holding him up. “Well, I’m gonna need one of those pep talks you used to give me.” He spit out, almost nervous that you would say no. But without even a yes, you got into the stance, straightening your spine, placing your hands on his shoulders, locking your knees into place. You hadn’t done this in what felt like forever.
“Okay Mendes, listen up, you are amazing you are talented, you are going to kill it. There are a shitton of people out there who payed a crapload of money to see you, and you are going to put on one damn good show. Who cares about those kids from school who may or may not judge you, you are the pop star, they aren’t. You are attractive you are talented, and you are going to kill it. Okay?” You shook him a little at the end and he quickly nodded.
“Okay.” He agreed. But what he did next was what shocked you, what caused your heart to literally drop nineteen stories down into your stomach. He pressed his lips onto yours, but only for a couple of seconds. It sure did feel like half of a century, maybe even a full one. All the loud and all the screams from the audience weren’t even audible. His lips on yours and everything didn’t matter. Until he pulled away and he was starting to get dragged back onstage. “We can talk um… After?” He stuttered as he was walking onstage. All you could do was nod.
You were physically in shock, your whole body tingling as you simply stood offstage, not really in anyone’s way. Everyone was bustling around, but all you could think about was how your best friend just kissed you, and it sure as hell meant something.
“What the hell was that?” Geoff asked, and you looked to see him crinkling his nose almost in disgust. He wasn’t exactly your biggest fan.
“No idea.” The concert literally flew by, you heard Geoff say a couple of more things to you, but your head didn’t quite register them. You heard the setlist played out, you even saw Shawn run backstage to get to the smaller stage. You were just, shocked. The only word you could think of was shocked.
But, like clock work every night, Shawn walked offstage after treat you better and wrapped you in a hug, pulling you close to his body, you could feel all of his sweat and heat radiating off of his body.
“Okay, I can’t talk right now, I have to go see my friends, and so do you so you also can’t talk right now.” You grumbled as you wrapped your arms around him, not caring at all he was a gross sweaty mess. “But, I will tell you, I have some hardcore feelings for you. Which we will discuss later.” He shrugged at the last part, and you pulled away for a moment, his arms still supporting your waist.
“Well, that works out well, because I have some hardcore feelings for you too.” A warm smile spread across his lips, and he pressed yet another kiss to yours. And it was even better the second time.
author’s note// I LOVE this it’s poor writing but the plot is so sweet and tbh relatable anyways hi school started this week i hope i die soon
Characters: reader, Steve, Sam, Natasha, Tony (mentioned), Clint (mentioned) Maria Hill
Summary: Falling for a good man, who happened to be her training partner, was unavoidable. Does the reader have the courage to find out if he feels the same way? What if he doesn’t? Life rarely unfolds the way we hope it would. (Events take place after CATWS)
Warnings: lil fluff, lotta angst. Heartbreak. I’m sorry.
A/N: This one hurt. Once again, I drew from my own personal experiences, so it took a lot out of me to write. I hope you enjoy it? Part 2 will be out in a few days, I promise! It’s already written and will be the last, with a possible epilogue. Please let me know your thoughts! Special thanks to @buckyywiththegoodhair for reading this over! You’re a darling!
you know what? when we met, i thought i was a big shot talking to a pretty girl hidden away in the middle of nowhere. ❜
❛ try not to forget about me while you’re out there changing the world.
❛ i’m already under some heavy divine pressure. but i’ll try to live up to it. ❜
❛ after all that’s happened, all you’ve done…i feel like i should drop to your knees and worship you. ❜
❛ for you sake, i must go where you will never find me. this is goodbye. ❜
❛ i’ll always have a minute for you. maybe even two.
❛ i knew there was something about you. hammered from the stuff they make leaders out of. ❜
❛ he’s smiling at us. ❜
❛ i remember yelling that i didn’t care. ❜
❛ you have to use your smarts to count for something, to serve life, not death.
❛ if you had had a child, what would you have wished for him or her?
❛ do you really not hear how ridiculous that sounds? ❜
❛ confidence is quiet. you’re not. ❜
❛ ha. it was just an instant, but i knew. i knew we’d be forever. ❜
❛ i’ve done all i can. from here on out, the rest is up to you.
❜ ❛ there’s so much more to discover before the world ends. ❜
❛ the way you smiled…i had to look away or you were going to see. on my face. what had just… blossomed inside me, you know? ❜
❛ as it turned out, it was your world all along. i was merely… trespassing. ❜
❛ you just can’t leave me alone, can you?
❛ turn your face to the sun. ❜ ❛ why is it, every time something terrible happens, everyone tells you the worst thing that ever happened to them, as though that makes it easier? ❜
❛ no —- you don’t need to bow. ❜
❛ the strength to stand alone is the strength to make a stand. ❜ ❛ what’s that now? don’t like the cold? ❜
❛ welcome to my ravine of death. ❜
❛ keep moving or you’ll die! ❜
❛ hey. my eyes are up here. ❜
❛ you defeated it…alone? ❜
❛ today i speak your name - but will the goddess speak it back? ❜ ❛ you must be humble and respect their power. ❜
❛ i’m here and wherever you go, i will follow. ❜
❛ even a king can learn his lesson. ❜
❛ we can still have a party, right? sure we can. ❜ ❛ what is that on your face? ❜ ❛ the wilds can be dangerous. you need to stay close and do as i say. ❜
❛ so? what do you say? how about we try and kill each other? ❜
❛ you’re still scratched up from the fall you did yesterday. ❜
❛ what do you think i’m doing? taking a nap? ❜
❛ guess we can’t have everything. ❜
❛ so that’s what this is? a tantrum? a cry for attention? ❜
❛ never celebrate a victory before it’s earned. ❜ ❛ you’re bleeding. let me have a look. ❜
❛ you’re an idiot. a dangerous idiot..but an idiot. ❜
❛ you were only chosen because you were a fool, too stupid to realize you were being used. ❜
❛ not everyone follows the law like you do. ❜ ❛ take this, to … remember. ❜
❛ my fight. i can’t ask you to come with me. ❜
❛ you survived! i thought you were killed. ❜
❛ we have more important things to do than ask questions. ❜
❛ that could be the least creepy thing you’ve said to me. ❜
❛ rough going but you survived. ❜
❛ this attachment to me will only hold you back. ❜
❛ you will turn back - or bleed. your choice. ❜ ❛ you can sense it. you already know you’re going to lose. ❜
❛ i need to catch a breath. ❜
❛ you know, i often think of the day i gave you that scar. it’s a cherished memory. ❜ ❛ are you going to shut your mouth? because that would be a surprise. ❜ ❛ it’s time to make your first kill. ❜
❛ why are you talking like we’ll never see each other again? ❜ ❛ you can be a real lard sometimes. cut it out. ❜ ❛ i’m not afraid of you. i’m not afraid of anything. ❜ ❛ now if you’ll excuse me, i’m going to get some sleep. i plan to be well rested when i run you into the ground tomorrow. ❜ ❛ not all comforts are bad. ❜ ❛ better dead last than dead altogether. ❜ ❛ no witnesses! no survivors! ❜ ❛ are you crazy? you’re going to kill yourself! ❜ ❛ i suppose you leave that part out of the story when you tell it, don’t you? ❜
❛ ugly and ancient? like your mother? ❜
❛ to answer for what i’ve done, the lives i’ve ruined? yes. i am ready. ❜
❛ they can’t shoot if they’re dead. ❜
❛ hello, old friend. remember me? ❜
❛ i’m more than a threat. ❜
❛ i don’t think either you or i are ready for that. at least not yet. ❜
❛ i’ll take that lunch. alone. ❜
❛ i could use someone like you by my side. ❜
❛ we still have so much to discuss. so much you never revealed. ❜
❛ you’re lucky i happened by. one half a heart beat more, and that creature would’ve torn you in half. ❜ ❛ i crave vengeance, do you? ❜ ❛ a bold claim. i wonder if you’ll live up to it. ❜ ❛ hmm. i love your hair. ❜ ❛ still alive. good. i have a more suitable death for you in mind. ❜
❛ knowledge has its rewards, don’t you think? ❜
❛ he was a better man than what you’d ever hope to be! ❜
❛ i’ll remember those words when i watch your corpse burn. whatever’s left of it. ❜
❛ i will not be worshiped! i don’t belong to you! ❜
❛ impossible. i am chosen. this was not meant to be! ❜
❛ you don’t approve? well, i have a secret for you. neither do i. ❜
❛ well, to start, you’re strong, shrewd and capable. ❜
❛ we must be patient. change doesn’t come in a sunrise. ❜ ❛ they tried to break me. shows what they know. ❜ ❛ i should have been with you. why didn’t you come for me? ❜
❛ may the dawn find you, the day warm you, and the dusk have light to guide your path. ❜
❛ the better man is the one who doesn’t end up with their steaming guts on the ground. ❜ ❛ once one threat is dealt with, another one looms. ❜
❛ if i live or die, they’ll call my name. ❜
❛ i don’t usually fight if i don’t have to, but if i have to, i want to. ❜
❛ we’ve only met a few times and yet you know me so well. ❜
❛ i thought you just wanted tea and conversation. ❜
❛ i wasn’t expecting to find a half clad soldier singing like a drunk. ❜
❛ you don’t hear me laughing. ❜
❛ i came prepared. have arrows enough to take down armies. ❜
❛ it’s settled. i’ll fight by your side. my only request. ❜
❛ the wrongness here jags at me like a ❜
❛ tomorrow, may the sun rise on a better world. ❜
❛ you can’t ask me to stand by and watch. not when i have the power. ❜
❛ this isn’t home anymore. ❜
❛ my will is like the oldest ice! ❜
❛ your whole life was a failure, and soon no one will even remember you. ❜
❛ will change happen, if men continue to live in palaces? ❜
❛ i did say not to break anything, didn’t i? ❜
❛ you should sleep, if sleep comes. ❜
❛ i kept thinking of the moment my knife pierced your throat. one twist, a simple tug of the blade, and you would bleed out. ❜
❛ how can you sleep, with a weight like that pressing on you? ❜
❛ i’m not here to intrigue you. ❜ ❛ no more playing around. you’re going to have to grow up. ❜ ❛ no rest for the weary, huh? ❜
❛ don’t worry. i’ll be there for you. ❜
❛ to say you have my gratitude feels woefully insignificant. ❜
Prompt: Hi! Could I request something with Jughead? Like you’re best friends with him and a new girl comes into town and develops a liking for him. And everyone but him knows that you’ve liked him for so long. And your jealousy becomes evident to the point where you get super angry and almost punch/slap the girl when she flirts with him or tries to make a move but Jughead restrains you. And it ends in heated smut!! Thank you!
A/N: Changed it a bit like always! Not as much smut as you would have liked but hope you still enjoy!
Warnings: Implied smut? More like making out (Sorry this writer’s block is killing me and my vibes), Jealous Reader
Prompt/ask: Could I have a scenario where SEVENTEEN’s Wonwoo and you
like each other and pretty much everyone knows but the two of you so the other
boys plan to get you two together? Thanks! (:
Pairing: Wonwoo x Reader (female)
Warnings: danger? I guess, but other than that, none!
Word Count: 5494 (got a bit carried away lol)
Authors note: Ahh thank you so much for the request! My first one! And for
my bias from Seventeen, no less! I really hope you enjoy this ^^ I got a bit
carried away writing this, but I hope you like it. Feedback is appreciated, so
don’t be afraid to talk to us! This is quite long so it’s under the cut!
super original title xoxo honestly I couldn’t be bothered to spend ages thinking of a decent one, it’s not too important anyway. This is my first time posting an actual thingy thing for a while, and I’m kinda nervous about it because it was a request by @underworldsheiress, who wanted twin brother Edmund to be a top wingman and encourage Caspian to confess his feelings to the reader which leads to smutty smut smut and them being found by overprotective brother™ Peter who loses his shit lmao. It’s kinda long, around 4.5k, and like I said I am pretty nervous about posting it because it’s not just something I wrote when an idea popped into my head, but I hope y’all like it anyway :)
“Christ Y/N, stop it,”
“Stop what?” I asked, sparing him only a
fleeting glance before averting my gaze back to Caspian. My voice sounded
disinterested even to my own ears, but I was too distracted to care. He was so
beautiful. He always looked gorgeous, but tonight especially, the night of his
coronation, he just radiated warmth and happiness. He practically glowed. And God, the way his crown sat on his head,
the way he looked all kingly and powerful. It turned me on just thinking about
it, about him commanding me to get on my knees and –
“You’re practically eye fucking Caspian,” I
snapped my head up immediately, banishing my sinful thoughts. Edmund wrinkled
his nose in disgust. “No offence but I don’t really want to see my sister
looking at one of my friends like that, especially when we’re in the middle of a conversation,”
“Oh my God-”
“Sorry,” I apologised sincerely, grabbing
his hand and squeezing it between mine to reassure him. “My attention’s all
yours. Strictly twin bonding time for the best Pevensie children,”
“Hey!” Lucy shot me a playful glare as she
spun past our table, midway through a dance – I couldn’t remember which it was
– with the fauns. She had always loved music and dancing.
Edmund smiled at that, but out of the
corner of my eye I saw it fade away when he caught me peeking at Caspian again.
He was talking to someone I didn’t know, but she was extremely beautiful and
they seemed awfully close. I swallowed, a sour taste in my mouth, even though I
had no right to be jealous.
“You should just tell him you know,” he
said softly in a more serious tone. I looked at him, shocked. I went to protest
and rebuff the suggestion but he carried on talking. “Don’t look at me like
that. You’re my sister. I know you better than anyone, and I’ve known about
your feelings for Caspian since the moment you started having them,”
I looked down at my hands, every witty and
scathing response I had loaded suddenly vanishing. “But I can’t,” I said
pathetically. I wanted to glance back over at Caspian but I was scared of what
I’d see. “If I said anything…I just can’t.” I stood up abruptly, taking off as
fast as I could without appearing rude, unable to stay in that hall any longer.
Everyone was so cheerful and happy and all I could think about was how much I
wanted someone I couldn’t have.
“Y/N, come back!” I heard Edmund call after
me but I ignored him. I felt bad for dismissing him but I needed to be alone. I
was closer with Edmund than anyone in the world, more so than with even Peter
or Susan or Lucy. Being twins meant we had always had a very special bond. I
loved all my brothers and sisters with every inch of my heart, but nothing
could compare to my connection with Ed. Yet I feared even that wasn’t enough,
that he would never truly understand how I felt for Caspian; that he would
never understand why I was unable to be upfront with him about my feelings.
I locked the door to my room and flung
myself onto my bed, staring at the high ceiling. I felt tears prickle at my
eyes. I held them back. I refused to cry. I was just so frustrated and
conflicted and overwhelmed with emotion for this stupid boy and his stupid
smile and stupid perfect hair and stupid lips that I so badly wanted to feel
against mine. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
a grip, I muttered to
Edmund wasn’t the type of person to stick
his nose into other people’s business. He found it usually resulted in himself
or both parties getting hurt, and things ending up way more complicated than
how they had been initially. For Y/N, however, he had always made an exception.
She’s my twin sister, he reasoned
with himself as he approached Caspian who was perched on the edge of a table,
fully immersing himself with the people who had arrived to celebrate his
coronation. If there’s anything I could
do to make her happier, of course I would do it. And I know she’d do the same
“Caspian,” Ed said by way of greeting,
capturing the king’s attention. He was still in conversation with the beautiful
dark skinned girl. Caspian politely excused himself and sprang up, grinning
hugely as he pulled Edmund into a brief hug.
“Edmund!” he was clearly in a joyous mood –
rarely had Edmund ever known him to be quite so happy to see him. “Enjoying the
celebrations? I know Lucy is, all I’ve seen of her all night is a blur,” he
laughed, and then noticed the absence of Y/N. He had grown quite close to her
during their time together, and it was a rarity that she and Ed were ever that
far apart. “Hey, where’s Y/N? I haven’t had a chance to speak to her tonight.”
Edmund cleared his throat feeling somewhat
awkward. He hadn’t really planned this out properly. “That’s kind of what I
wanted to discuss, actually…”
Concern flashed in Caspian’s eyes
immediately. His heart dropped. “Is she okay? She’s not hurt is she? No of
course she’s not, you wouldn’t be so calm if she were in trouble. But…something
is wrong?” He spoke at a rushed pace, attempting to quell his nerves when he
feared the worst.
to be tactful about this? Frankly,
Edmund had no fucking clue. “Tact is just not saying true stuff,” he stated
plaintively, mostly for his own benefit.
“…Right? That doesn’t really answer my
question though –’’
“Y/N likes you!” Wow, real smooth Ed.
Whatever Caspian had been expecting, it
wasn’t that. “I-you-she-me what?” He practically fell over his words.
“Are you broken?”
Caspian let Edmund’s joking comment slide.
“Are you being serious?” He remembered how to speak at last. “You’re not just
fucking with me?”
“No, but I’m pretty sure she wishes she was,” What’s wrong with me, Edmund thought,
cringing at his own comment. Stop using
shitty humour to make yourself feel less awkward.
The king almost choked. “She said that to
“No, but you’d have to be either stupid or
blind not to notice the way she looks at you. It’s kind of gross, actually.
From my perspective anyway. And Peter’s. Fucking hell, if he ever found out he
would get so over protective you have no idea…”
“Wait, so you really think she has feelings
for me?” Dare he get his hopes up? He didn’t think he could bear allowing
himself to believe she reciprocated his feelings, only for it to all be some
“Considering she pretty much flat out told
me, yes I’m very sure of it. That’s why she left. I think, anyway. She saw you
talking to that girl and got a bit overwhelmed. I’m sure she’s fine though,” he
smiled weakly and tapped his head. “Twin telepathy.”
Caspian took all this in for a moment. He
had to fight to keep from grinning like a fool he felt so giddy. How
embarrassing that would be. He could already hear the Narnians gossiping about
it: “King Caspian defeats an army and restores peace to Narnia, loses his shit
and becomes a teenaged girl when he finds out his crush likes him back.” That
would never do.
“Do you know where she would have gone?”
I lay there for a while. Half an hour? An
hour? Edmund didn’t attempt to follow me and I was glad. He could sense I
needed some time to myself. And I felt better for it. I could think straight
again. Maybe I’d even join the celebrations again. They’d surely go on all
night long. Maybe the tangible joy in that hall wouldn’t be so stifling now my
head was clear.
There was a knock at the door. Probably
Edmund deciding to check on me, or maybe Susan. Susan had such a gentle heart,
she’d want to make sure I was alright after my sudden exit.
I crossed the room and smoothed down my
dress. I opened the door.
And promptly almost had a heart attack.
“Hello Y/N,” Caspian said politely, smiling
All the feelings and rush of emotions that
had overwhelmed me in the hall came flooding back tenfold. I couldn’t breathe.
“Caspian?” I managed weakly. My eyes flitted up to the crown he wore. “I mean,
Your Grace. What are you doing here?”
He let himself in and closed the door
hesitantly. “You don’t have to call me that. I’m still Caspian to you. I
noticed you were gone and then Edmund came and spoke to me…”
The way he trailed off made my heart leap. What the fuck has Edmund done. If he had
told Caspian about my feelings for him I was going to kill him.
“What did he say to you?” I asked a tad too
sharply. I was sure I must look terrified.
Caspian tensed at my tone, visibly
uncomfortable. “Just…um, stuff. About you. And…me,”
I closed my eyes. It felt as though my
stomach had fell through the floor. My skin felt prickly and my head felt
heavy. No. This couldn’t be happening. He couldn’t know.
“I am so sorry,” I choked out, stumbling
over my words in my haste to get them out. “I don’t know exactly what he told
you but it’s not what it sounds like. I can’t stand here and lie and say I
don’t like you, because I do,” my throat seemed to be closing up faster and
faster. “But it doesn’t matter and you should forget about it because it’s
stupid and I’m stupid, just a stupid little girl with stupid dreams and…”
“Y/N,” he said. His voice was level. He was
using his Prince – well, King now, I guess – voice. It was calm and full of
authority. I shut up before I could fuck up even further. I seriously wanted to
cry. He was silent for a moment whilst he gathered his thoughts now I had
stopped rambling. I couldn’t bear to look at him, but looking away was even
worse. “Did you…mean that?” he finally ventured. But he was quieter now. He
took a deep breath. “Do you really think that your feelings for me are stupid?
That they…that they don’t matter?” He sounded hurt. It broke my heart.
“No! I mean yes I – fuck, I don’t know!” I
sounded pathetic. Stupid. I covered my face with my hands, willing everything
to fade away, for this to not be happening. I heard his footsteps approaching
me and then I felt his fingers gently pulling my hands away from my face. They
encircled my wrists delicately. I willed myself to be strong and met his eyes,
fighting the tears threatening to well in my eyes.
“I have so much I need to say,” he said
softly, impossibly dark eyes trained on mine. Just looking into his eyes made
me feel dizzy. “But I think it would be easier if I just…” I felt him leaning
in, getting closer until his face was level with mine and so fucking close I
daren’t breathe. He was testing the waters. I couldn’t fathom what was
happening until his lips touched mine with such soft, tender passion I could
have wept. Those lips I’d been thinking of for so long were on mine. Caspian
was kissing me. I had so many questions, so much I wanted to ask him, but I’d
wanted this for so fucking long I shoved all thoughts to the side and let it
happen, let my lips follow his lead as I kissed him back. He let my wrists go
and his hands went to my waist instead, pulling me in tighter. I dreaded the
moment he would have to let go.
His lips broke apart from mine and his
forehead rested on mine. His eyes were closed, breathing somewhat jagged.
“Please don’t stop,” I whispered. I needed more of him. This was what I had
yearned for. I couldn’t let it end so soon. “Please…”
A soft growl tore from his throat, his
resolve breaking, his lips back on mine, firmer this time, desperate and
demanding, pulling me into him whilst one hand at the small of my back lead me
backwards to the bed. There was nothing chaste about this kiss. Everything I
had suppressed due to fear and everything he had held back came pouring out,
his lips forceful against mine and his breathing heavy. I couldn’t believe this
was happening, but it was, and my head was spinning and he felt so hot and powerful
and strong that I let him lead me. He kissed me hungrily and I gripped his
shoulders, relishing every point of contact between us. I inhaled and exhaled
through my nose as I tried to remember how to breathe, the taste of his lips
clouding my thoughts. Everything was happening so fast and he was tearing off
my dress and kissing my neck and his hands were everywhere and he was shirtless
and his skin was so tanned and toned just like I knew it would be. His bare
skin on mine burned in the most delicious way possible. His tongue was on my
skin, following the curve of my neck and I shuddered, arching into him as he
loomed above me. Every action was fuelled by lust and hunger and pure,
thrumming primal desire but there was an underlying sweetness and passion that
was more than just sexual frustration. And I knew that he wanted me and loved
me as much as I him, all from the feel of his lips brushing against my skin.
“Caspian,” I breathed. He nipped my
shoulder and I gasped. His touch was electrifying, awakening every nerve in my
body, and I knew I would be drenched by the time he reached where I was so
desperate for contact.
I could feel him fighting to remain gentle,
could feel that he wanted to make love to me tenderly, but it was as though now
it was happening he let his desire take over. His hands were forceful, pushing
my legs apart as he crouched between them, leaving me vulnerable and on display
to him completely. The urge to close them again due to self-consciousness was
immense, but his fingers dug into my thighs and held them in place, his hot
breath tickling my exposed flesh, and in that moment I felt so irrevocably
wanted that I let him do as he pleased, aching and silently begging him to
touch me through my body language. I couldn’t see his face as he dipped down to
plant the lightest of kisses to my inner thighs, just a messy head of soft
brown hair that I felt the urge to bury my hands in. The crown had fell off
when he pushed me onto the bed and dipped his head to kiss me again; it lay
discarded on the floor, along with our clothes. The kisses were gentle, oh so
gentle, teasing up and up until he reached where I wanted, needed him the most,
before he began the slow taunting pattern all over again. The anticipation of
his lips pressing against my swollen clit and his tongue lapping at my wetness
was almost hotter than the actions themselves. More kisses. Closer and closer,
firmer and firmer. I let my head fall back against my pillow, unable to control
my heavy breathing or the slow arch of my back. He was going to drive me crazy,
and he had yet to even touch my pussy. Caspian between my legs was the hottest
thing I had ever seen.
“Please,” it was a soft plea, but I knew he
heard me, that he could hear the desperation in my voice. His lips ghosted over
where I craved him most of all, lightly brushing against me, and in my frenzied
state of arousal my hips bucked upwards to chase after him. I whimpered. I felt
his tongue tentatively flick against my clit. His heavy breathing matched mine,
only increasing the heat down there. As his tongue began to explore, slowly but
surely, his fingers gripped my thighs tighter. The more he gave the more I
wanted. He licked me at a leisurely pace, as though he wanted to savour the
moment and draw out my pleasure, and there was a building pressure stirring
inside me. I could fucking hear the sounds of his mouth kissing and sucking and
licking my pussy. I couldn’t restrain the gasps and helpless moans that I
struggled not to choke on that fell from my lips. He made quiet little noises
of content whilst he ate me out, too, like nothing there was nothing in the
world he’d rather do than lick my pussy. Pleasure, pleasure, pleasure. God, his
fucking tongue. This, I decided, was much better than talking about our
feelings, which I’m sure we would do, just as soon as I-
“Fuck, Caspian, I’m gonna come,” I moaned,
slightly embarrassed at how wanton and loud I sounded. I was right on the edge,
each stroke of his tongue pushing me further, until every inch of me was alight
with pleasure, the tingling pressure intensifying in my lower regions, shooting
through me until I saw white behind my closed eyelids, rolling my hips as I hit
my release, body limp and content from climax. All the while I felt his hands
gripping me, holding me close as he slowed down his administrations and kissed
between my legs gently, careful not to over stimulate me. I was warm and happy
in the afterglow, with this gorgeous man between my thighs. His eyes flickered
up to meet mine through eyelids heavy with arousal, and I groaned at the sinful
sight. He planted one last kiss before coming back up level with my face, his
own body gliding against mine. This time when his lips touched mine I could
taste the slight tang of myself on him, which only turned me on even more
despite the powerful orgasm I had just had.
“Thank you princess,” I heard him whisper.
He nuzzled my neck. I propped myself onto my elbows and stared at him in
“What do you mean? I should be the one
thanking you?” I said in disbelief, but it sounded more like a question. Why on
earth was Caspian thanking me after
making me come harder than I ever had before? His lips curled into a bashful
“Y/N, all I’ve ever wanted is to make you
feel good. To feel you and see you like this,”
I was at a loss for words. I wrapped one
arm around his shoulders and pulled him down toward me so I could hug him. So
much had gone unsaid. “I guess we should probably talk,” amazingly I was still
nervous, even though he had literally just gone down on me and I could feel his
naked skin pressed against mine.
“I guess we should,”
But instead I rolled my hips into his and
felt his hardness. My stomach flipped, and I felt both shyness and pride. I did
that to him. A low growl slipped from his lips.
He grabbed my hips. I brought my legs up to
lock around his waist, forcing his hips to grind downwards to meet me. He
laughed breathily at my eagerness, staring at me in wonder. Or arousal, I couldn’t
quite tell. His hair was falling around his face, dark messy strands that I had
yet to run my hands through. I had half a mind to, but then he thrust into me
and I cried out at the sudden fullness, unable to think straight as he buried
his cock deep inside me. He slid in effortlessly, soft moans in my ear as he
filled me up. I clawed at his back and bucked my hips. Catching my breath
proved almost an impossible task when he pulled back, only to ram into me
again, stretching me out completely. I cried out.
I woke up sore. Stiff neck and aching
muscles that burned in what was an almost pleasurable fashion. Turning my head,
I saw Caspian’s dark hair splayed out on the pillow he lay on, his brows
slightly furrowed whilst he slept. Everything came rushing back – the way we’d
stayed up all night, fucking and talking and making love, and talking some
more. No wonder I was so sore. I remembered every touch and caress of his lips,
hands and body, and blushed. I reached out to cup his face with the palm of my
hand. His eyelids fluttered. Clearly he was a light sleeper. He awoke, confused
for a moment, then saw me beside him, the sheets barely concealing my form, and
he smiled sleepily.
“Hey,” his voice was low and ever so husky.
I bit my lip and felt my own playful grin forming.
“Morning,” I said coyly. We lay face to
face and he indicated for me to cuddle up closer, which I did willingly, the
feel of his arms around me securing me.
“What time is it?” he asked, my head
against his chest. I shrugged, tilting my head up so I could see his face.
“Late. Why? We don’t have anywhere to be…we
could just stay here all day,”
He smirked. “Don’t tempt me,”
I feigned innocence. “It’s not my fault I’m
so entirely desirable…”
He rolled me onto my back, straddling me
and pinning my wrists above my head.
“I don’t know how much more I can take,” I
warned him truthfully, even though our position made me want him inside me all
over again. I ached though, and I knew walking would be a challenge. His eyes
softened immediately, as he had no will to make me feel uncomfortable. Though
truthfully, when he asserted his dominance over me like this – my body pinned
down by his, arms above my head, completely at his mercy – it was a huge turn
on. Pretty much everything he did turned me on.
“We don’t have to do anything right now,”
his sensitive and compassionate side was also a definite turn on. Damn.
“Just go easy on me,” that spark was back
in his eyes again, but somehow softer this time. He kissed my neck slowly,
“I’ll fuck you so gently, princess…” his
hot breath sent shivers down my spine. I squirmed.
His lips remained at my throat, gracing it
with the softest of kisses, so light they were barely there. “Why do you call
me princess?” I asked, but he was distracting me and my voice cracked. He
released my wrists and I immediately let my fingers tangle in his hair and
tugged, just the way he liked, as I had discovered last night. He groaned.
“Because,” he murmured. I wasn’t sure if it
was intentional or not, but there was a sultry hint to his voice. “I am the
king. That makes you my princess…or queen, if you’d like,” He stopped kissing
my neck then, and pulled back so he could see my face. There was a cheeky glint
in his eyes. “But I think princess sounds hotter,”
I spread my legs for him. He was right,
princess did sound hotter. And I wanted him inside me again. “But we’re not
married. Doesn’t that just make me your whore?”
“Of course not,” he tucked his hair behind
his ear and smirked. “Whores get paid,”
“Then you’d better pay up,” he chuckled at
my words, and all of a sudden I gasped. One of his hands had slyly crept
between my thighs, his thumb expertly brushing against my clit.
“I think I’ll take my chances,” he slid one
finger inside me and smirked.
“What the fuck is this?”
Caspian whipped his head round immediately,
like a startled rabbit, and leapt off of me immediately, pulling his hands away
from my body and shooting to the other side of the bed. I’d never seen him so
skittish. And then I saw my older brother Peter stood in the doorway, and the
words finally registered with me, and I bolted upright, wrapping the sheets
tightly around me. Fuck. Mortification
flushed red in my cheeks and fear crept through my veins.
Peter was stood so still it was slightly
scary, his eyes flat. I could see the muscles in his jaw clenching. “I’m going
to fucking kill him,” his voice was low but it trembled with anger, and I’d
have rather he had shouted. He pointed at Caspian then, moving at last, raising
his voice. “I don’t care if he’s the king,” I was scared now.
“Peter, please –’’
“No!” he said furiously. “He is dead,”
He turned his attention to Caspian then,
who now the initial shock had subsided, seemed pretty much at ease. I looked
back at Peter, at the anger flaming in his eyes. “Peter, leave him alone, this
has nothing to do with you,” I tried to reason with him, fighting the tremble
in my voice.
“Nothing to do with me?” he scoffed, and he
laughed, and I worried he had become unhinged. “You’re my baby sister! You’re
like thirteen –’’
“I’m sixteen!” I defended myself angrily. I
was more upset with Peter than embarrassed now. He was being unreasonable. “God,
get over yourself Peter! Did you really think I was gonna stay a pre-pubescent
little girl forever? I’m sorry you had to see this – my god, am I sorry – but don’t be an arse!”
Peter was silent. He so desperately wanted
to be livid, and he probably still was, but he saw the sense in what I had
“We’ll talk about this later,” he muttered,
seemingly rather bitter. He addressed Caspian. “I meant it. If you do anything
she doesn’t want you to do, or if you hurt her in any way shape of form, it won’t
matter that you’re the king. I’ll murder you.”
He left, and I could hear him grumbling to
himself down the hall. Caspian was staring at me.
“What?” I asked, visibly shaken by the
He pulled me into a hug and I melted into
the embrace. It comforted me. “He’ll come around you know. It’s kind of in his
job description as big brother to be a dick when it comes to things like this,”
“I know. It just pisses me off when he gets
over protective like that,”
“It just means that he loves you. He doesn’t
want to admit to himself that he can’t always protect you from everything,”
I looked up at him. “What, and you’d class
yourself as something I need protecting from?” I smirked as I teased him.
He grinned wolfishly and flipped me onto my
back again, his dominance being unleashed once more. “Oh princess, you have no