he's a loose cannon

Assassin!Harry (Part 3)

Harry is a trained, experienced assassin hired to kill Y/N but ends up, to his horror, falling in love with her. 

You can read part one here. 

You can read part two here. 


Four months. Harry had managed to keep Y/N in his life for four months. He was a different person; at least, he had Y/N thinking he was. His thoughts still drifted to the macabre, longing for the rush of another kill whenever he wasn’t with her. But she gave him a different, better kind of rush, and he loved it. Harry loved her. However, he didn’t like to admit this to himself. Harry didn’t love anything before Y/N, and part of him wished he still didn’t. The only things he used to crave were murder, violence, careful planning and stalking…but now he craved her. He liked–loved–having her around, he was emotionally attached to something for the first time in his life. But there was just one problem: How long could he keep his real life a secret from her?

He’d received two more payments for assassinations since meeting her. On top of Y/N’s, that left a total of three incomplete missions that Harry desperately wanted to fulfill but knew, deep down, that he never could. He could never pursue another kill again, for Y/N’s sake and for the sake of their relationship. It wouldn’t be long before one of his clients caught up with him, and he knew that. But unfortunately for Harry, he had less time than he thought.


Harry had just finished running his fingers through his messy curls to style them when he heard the lock on his door start to rattle. He’d given Y/N a key last week, and he smiled to himself as he heard her let herself into his apartment. He liked the feeling of having someone in his life to share his home with. Life was easy with Y/N; he didn’t have to try to put on an act to get her. She loved him for who he was.

Or, who she thought he was.

“Hi darling,” Harry said, moving over to Y/N as she closed the door behind her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning in to kiss him. He smiled at her as their lids fluttered open, her gorgeous eyes meeting his twinkling green ones. “How was the daycare?”

“Same as always,” she said, fixing his collar so that it laid flat. “I’ve been helping Mia with her reading, the little four year old I was telling you about? She’s absolutely brilliant, her mom told me today that she read an entire Dr. Seuss book by herself. She’s only four years old and she read a whole book!” Harry’s eyes were intently fixated on Y/N. He smiled to himself as he observed the way the corners of her eyes crinkled when she smiled, the way her entire body seemed to light up when she talked. He had never felt so lucky in his entire life.

“How did life as a secret agent treat you today?” Y/N asked, teasing him, with extra emphasis on ‘secret agent.’

Harry smiled. He felt guilty that Y/N still believed he worked for the government, but he didn’t let the guilt show. He never did. “Can’t tell ya. Hence the secret part. But ’m glad you’re doing so well with Mia. I ordered pizza for dinner, hope that’s alright?”

“Perfect!” Y/N exclaimed, moving over to the sofa by the window. She plopped down, kicking off her shoes as Harry turned to follow her. Just as Harry went to sit down, there was a loud knock on the door.

“Must be the pizza,” Harry said, shuffling towards the apartment’s entrance. “I’ve got it.”

Y/N stayed put on the couch, fiddling with her fingernails, until a chillingly familiar voice sounded throughout the apartment. A voice that had haunted her for years, and had just started to lose its control over her mind. She froze, in shock, before turning to face the doorway, coming face to face with the worst, scariest human being she had ever met: her ex-boyfriend, Jack.

“I want my fucking money, bro,” he yelled, his cold eyes just as angry as she remembered. Y/N ducked next to the couch, immediately trying to hide herself from view. Her head was spinning, throbbing almost. What the fuck was Jack doing at Harry’s apartment?

Harry went into immediate assassin mode. Calm, cool, collected. Voice deep, words slow. Establish the upper hand before this man tried to pull something. “I’m sorry, who are you?”

“Don’t play stupid you asshole. The 50 grand I slid through your window four months ago? I want that shit back. I want it back and I’m going to take care of her myself, since you’re clearly incompetent.”

Harry let out a low, emotionless laugh, though he was a bit frightened. He was so careful to make sure that nobody who had hired him ever got to see his face, but now someone knew what he looked like. He was screwed. “These things take time. If you want your money back, I can get it for you right now, but then the mission goes unfinished. So, what do you–”

“I have a gun,” Jack threatened, shakily. “And I swear to God, I will blow your fucking brains out and hers too as soon as I find her.”

“And risk being caught?” Harry questioned, remaining completely calm, although below the surface he was frantic. Y/N was literally in his apartment. There was no way out of this one. He needed to get this guy away from him, away from Y/N, and then make a run for it.

“You know what? Fuck this. I’m going to the police.” Jack spun on his heel, but what Harry said next caused him to stop dead in his tracks.

“If you go to the police, what are you going to tell them? Huh? That you shelled out $50,000 to have someone murdered in cold blood in your name, and now the hit man you hired has taken too long to fulfill his duty? You’re going to tell them you got ripped off by an assassin?” Jack was silent. “You’re just as guilty.”

An assassin? Y/N’s head was spinning. She was desperately trying to make sense of the exchange going on between her ex-boyfriend and her current boyfriend, but she was making herself dizzy trying to put the pieces together. She felt her eyes well up with tears. If Jack really did have a gun, he would not hesitate to use it on her the second he found out she was there. He was crazy, a loose cannon. She needed to stay hidden.

Jack huffed, running a furious fist through his tangled blonde hair. “Fuck. You.”

“Trust me,” Harry began, levelheaded as ever. “This operation has been made a priority. Murdering someone isn’t an overnight task.”

“Yeah, except you’ve had four months. I’m over this. I’m going to get my guys, and I swear, even if it’s the last thing I do, I will fucking end you. And then I’ll end her myself. The only reason I hired you is because I didn’t want to have any blood on my hands but I don’t give a shit anymore. I may not know anything about you, even your name. But I do know that you are over.” And with that, Jack had taken off running down the hallway, and Harry had slammed the door behind him, his face as red as a fire truck. This was about to come crashing down on him. All of his careful, tedious work and planning…it was all about to be over. He was done for.

He raced down the hall, towards his bedroom. Y/N chased him, confused and angry and shocked and sad all at once. “Harry, what’s going on?” Nothing. He started rooting through his dresser drawers, tossing out fistfuls of clothing and leaving it strewn across the floor. “Do you know him? Do you know Jack?” Still, silence. “Harry, what the fuck is going on? Why does he want you to end me? What does he mean when he says he hired you?” She was yelling now, and the tears were flowing freely. “You’re scaring me. Answer me!”

Harry pulled out a large, bulging yellow envelope out of his dresser drawer, tossing it on the bed. “I have to go.”

“What?” She shook her head, more clueless than she had ever felt in her life.

“Y/N, you love me right?”

“Harry, what are you-”

“You’d love me whether I was sick or whether I was poor or whether I had a different job?”

“Of course, I-” Harry dumped the folder’s contents out on the bed, revealing stack after stack of crisp $100 bills. “Harry, where did you get all that money?”

Harry was frantic, panicking, rushing around like crazy. “We all have our secrets right? What I really do for a job, that’s my secret.”

“What are you talking about? Why are you saying all of this? I-”

“I don’t want to lie to you anymore, Y/N! I can’t. I’m not a-a-a secret agent.” He was at a complete loss for words, struggling to find what to say. “I don’t work for the government, I’m not licensed to have any of those guns you found in that closet all those months ago. And I don’t use those weapons for self-defense like I said. I use them to kill people.”

“Harry, please-” He was running around his bedroom like crazy, shoving things into a duffel bag without hardly looking to see what they were.

“Here’s what’s going to happen. In two days, you’re going to meet me at the International Airport.” He swiped a stack of money off of the bed, handing it to Y/N. “Pack a suitcase with clothes, shoes, anything else you might need. You’re going to take a taxi there, give the driver this money. I know it’s far, so you have to tell him to drive all through the night, and you’re not going to tell anyone, okay?”

She stared at the money in her hands, tears blurring her vision. “Harry, I can’t do this, I’m too afraid, I have no idea what’s going on, I-”

“Act like you’re brave, and you will be. I promise. That man…Jack…he’s going to be back soon. And with a lot of really dangerous people. You have to get out of here before he finds you. I love you, Y/N.”

“Harry, I don’t think I can do this alone.”

“Yes, you can. I know you can.” He grabbed his duffel bag, zipping it feverishly, then bounded towards the front door. “You have to.” He kissed her quickly, before swiping his car keys off the hook and racing out the door.

And just like that…he was gone.


Every part of her body told her to turn around. As she walked into the airport, her limbs were screaming at her to stop, to chase down the taxi driver that had just dropped her off, and to drive back to her dorm room, away from Harry and every problem that he had caused for her. But, despite all of that, she was worried sick about him. She would follow him to the ends of the earth to make sure he was okay. And that’s why she kept walking. Through the revolving doors, up the stairs, until she reached the security line right outside the gate Harry told her to wait in front of.

From just the exchange she had heard between Jack and Harry, Y/N had pieced a few things together, though they didn’t make much sense to her. Jack had given Harry a lot of money for something involving a ‘her’ that Y/N had assumed she was. Harry had a lot of guns, but he didn’t use them for a government job like he had told her. Jack had referred to Harry as an assassin, but Y/N didn’t know what that meant, entirely. If Harry was accepting money to murder people, like Jack had said, how many people had he killed? And where did she come in? Was it a coincidence that Jack and Harry knew each other? She felt her heart rate flare up and her head grow hot with anger. She felt like she didn’t know the man she loved, and she needed answers.

Just then, Harry came bounding into view, dressed in all black, duffel bag in tow. He leaned in to kiss her, then pulled her into a tight hug, breathing in her perfume, the smell of her hair, everything. Y/N didn’t hug back. She didn’t do anything.

“We don’t have much time.”

“You need to tell me what’s going on.”

Harry rooted through his backpack and pulled out two plane tickets, handing one of them to her. “I bought these an hour after I ran out of my apartment. Our flight leaves in 40 minutes. Grab your things, and-”

She was madder than she had ever been. “Harry, if you don’t stop for two seconds to tell me what the hell is going on, I am going to walk right out of this building and I swear to God I will never talk to you again.”

This was enough to make him stop. He ran his left hand through his hair, bringing it down to rub his face in exasperation. “Fine,” he sighed, speaking gently but hurriedly. “What do you want to know?”

“What are you?”


“What. Are. You. You don’t work for the government like you told me. I already have an idea in my head of how you make your living and if you tell me you’re anything different from what I think you are I’m going to need some serious convincing.”

He sighed. He looked at her face, so pained and…disappointed. He hated himself for doing this to her. “Okay, okay,” he whispered, looking over his shoulder to make sure nobody was within hearing range. “People call it different things, but I guess you might call me a hit man. People pay me to kill other people off.”

Y/N felt sick. She honestly thought she might throw up. Her heart surged with anger, and it took everything in her not to spit in his face. Her furious eyes searched his, praying that this was all a joke or a dream or anything other than the reality she had found herself swept away in. “I have no idea who you are. I cannot believe I wasted four months of my life on a figment of my imagination. You are not even close to the person you made me think you were.” She reached to pick up her suitcase, but Harry grabbed her arm, fast as lightning.

“I wanted to tell you,” he continued. Y/N tore her arm from Harry’s grip, but she didn’t try to run away again. She decided she was going to get her answers. “I was just scared you’d hate me. That you’d react…well, exactly like this.” He reached a hand up to the back of his neck, the smooth eloquence with which he usually spoke completely gone in Y/N’s presence.

Y/N was crying now. “Well how the fuck else was I supposed to react? What did you expect?” she shouted. “Bonnie and Clyde?”

“Keep your voice down!” Harry hissed. “You’re going to get us both killed.”

“Oh, well maybe I should keep screaming then,” Y/N said, knowing she was on the brink of a complete meltdown. “Sounds like me being killed would be doing you a huge favor!”

Harry froze. “Y/N, you don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Please, Harry. I’m not stupid. My psychotic ex-boyfriend comes barging into your apartment demanding the money he paid to you, a hit man, saying ‘I’m going to end her myself?’ He was talking about me. He hired you to kill me.” Harry was silent. “Just admit it, Harry. Don’t be a coward for once in your life and just say it.”

Harry’s face went slack. His entire body went slack. He felt like he was going to faint. “I…Okay. It’s true.” Y/N whimpered like a sick puppy, and this sound indicative of her heart breaking shook Harry to his core. “But! Y/N, please, let me explain.” She swatted tears away from her face, not saying anything. Harry took this as his cue to go on. He realized that he was running out of time, but he didn’t care. He loved her, and she deserved to know the truth. “The night we met, I had every intention of killing you. But it took about two minutes with you before I realized that I could never, ever bring myself to do it. I knew within two minutes of knowing you that I was going to love you. And I was right, Y/N, because I do love you.”

A quiet sob left Y/N’s lips. She was doing her best not to attract a crowd, but she had never felt so violated in her life. Their entire relationship had been built on a lie. She had fallen in love with a complete and utter stranger. “Don’t tell me you love me when you don’t love anything on this fucking planet.”

“Y/N, that isn’t true! The night we met, I sure as hell wasn’t planning on falling in love. Until I met you, I was a sociopath.”

“You still fucking are,” Y/N sneered, reaching down to pick up her suitcase once more. “God, I cannot believe I actually agreed to meet you here! And I even packed a bag and everything! What is wrong with me? I-”

“Y/N, stop. I promise you that I will give you every single answer you want but only after we’re out of the country. Please. Just pick up your suitcase, and take your ticket, and come with me. I need you.” And he meant it. Jack had for sure found out Harry’s name by now. There was no point to running from the authorities that were surely after him right at that moment if he wasn’t going to be running with Y/N by his side.

“I can’t leave with you! I have a life here, an honest, real, life. How dare you even ask me that!”

Harry was panicking. He needed to be in the security line. “Y/N, please.”

“No.” She wiped a tear from her face, still sick to her stomach. “But you need to go. Jack is psychotic and he has ways of getting what he wants. There are people after you right now, I’m sure of it.”



He looked at her, over at the security line, and then back to her. He heaved a heavy sigh, then leaned in to kiss her, more passionately than he ever had in his entire life. Y/N knew she shouldn’t, but she kissed him back. She was the first to pull away, putting her hands on either side of his face. She repeated again, “Go.”

And so he did. He swung his duffel bag over his shoulder and walked through the security line. Y/N watched him the whole time, tears spilling out of her eyes. She watched as he got to the security officer checking his boarding pass, but even though she couldn’t hear their exchange, something about the way the two were interacting gave her a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. Suddenly, two security officers rushed him from the back, each seizing an arm on either side of his body. Without thinking, Y/N bolted forward, running as fast as she could towards Harry.

“Harry!” she cried out, her eyesight completely obstructed with tears.

“No!” Harry shouted as a third security officer grabbed ahold of Y/N’s arms, pinning them behind her back.

“Do you know this man?” the officer demanded. “His name was put on the no-fly list yesterday.”

“I-” Y/N looked over at Harry, who was vehemently shaking his head to say no, no, no, please do not tell that man you know who I am. It was already bad  enough that Harry was going to be carried away for the rest of his life. He would never forgive himself if Y/N got caught up in it too. “No,” Y/N finally said, and the man loosened his grip on her arms. “Never met him.”

“Get out of here, miss,” the guard said. It seemed like everyone in the entire terminal was staring at Y/N and Harry. Y/N took one last look at Harry as he mouthed I love you to her, his face the most clear picture of distress and pain Y/N had ever seen. She turned around, dragged herself over to where her suitcase was, and picked it up in time to see four armed, uniformed police officers round the corner. It took every ounce of her being not to run over and plead with them to be gentle with him, but she knew she had to keep moving. She ducked her head and walked, as fast as she could, away from the terminal to the airport’s exit.

The image of Harry mouthing I love you played on a ceaseless repeat in Y/N’s head. As she walked out of the airport, tears streaming down her cheeks, she swore she could physically feel her heart crush. Because she knew–no, she was sure–that she still loved him. She probably always would.

A/N: Hi friends!! I think this is gonna conclude this mini-series. I absolutely loved writing it and all of your sweet messages asking me to continue of course made me so happy! I wanted to leave it up to your interpretation to decide what happens to Harry at the end. If you liked part 3 or any other part of the series or if you have any feedback whatsoever, feel free to drop a message in my ask letting me know!!<3

Church | Tommy Shelby

request: can i please request a tommy imagine where the reader is from a very religious family. like very religious, and she always sneaks out to meet tommy and he goes to the church and prays just to be near her. i’ll let you decide how things plan out xxxx

part two is here

[a/n - i am not religious in the slighest bit and i don’t really know about religion apart from what i learnt at school so i don’t know if all these things are correct. feedback would be nice on this because it legit took me ages to write n i’m rather proud of it.]

Tommy never prayed.

The first time he saw you was on a cold, wintry day. His plan was to see if Arthur was knocking around near the church. He had become a loose cannon in the recent months, his mood swinging from one way to another. Arthur wanted to confess his sins, move away and never be involved with the business again – suicide before Arthur left the business. Tommy didn’t find Arthur but he did come across you, the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen. He loitered at the back of the church, ignoring the words that was falling from the priests mouth. It was all bullshit to Tommy but it didn’t stop him leaving. Instead, he wandered over to the pew behind you and sat down.

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Kris Letang #1

Requested by Anon:  Can you do a Kris letang drabble the promo could be what ever you want

*I hope you like this one! Every time I get a request without a prompt, I try to stick as close as real life so it’s more relatable, I guess. AND WHO SAYS NO TO ALEX!!!? Enjoy! :)*

Word count: 1, 139

Originally posted by nhlhockeywags

You looked up to see Kris watching you with an amused smile on his face, “what?” you asked, fixing your son’s beanie one more time, tucking a strand of hair under it… just to make sure that he’s warm enough and that he won’t freeze his teeny tiny butt off in the ice.

Kris dropped beside you and tied the scarf securely around your son, “he’ll be fine,” he smiled at you, “it’s not his first time skating.”

You waved your hand above your head, “it’s chilly out,” you told your husband, “I’m just making sure he’s warm.”

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Clarity (Damian)

Requested by @frostbite883 (I hope you like it!)

Summary: Damian needs to get away to think about things, so he goes to the first place he can think of.

Warning(s): A Very Small Dash of Angst, Very Slight Comic Spoilers

The cool night air whipped through his locks while the whirring of the motorbike helped drown out the adolescent’s overactive mind. Although it didn’t help for long - the racing thoughts screamed at him over the outside noise.  The traffic light ahead of him changed yellow, then red. Usually Damian would race through without a second thought, yet he found himself stopped, staring ahead blankly as the stream of cars that had been waiting at the perpendicular crossings buzzed to their destinations.

Family. In the traditional sense, he had no idea what it meant, but during his time in Gotham he came to mold the word into his own definition. To him, it meant a small - very small - group of people that he trusted and expected them to trust him as well. Apparently those ideals didn’t hold true for those he considered family - specifically his father. Damian couldn’t fathom how withholding facts from his son, his partner, could be beneficial in any conceivable way.

Did his father merely think he, or the rest of the family members, couldn’t be of any assistance? Was it yet another fruitless attempt to keep the people he “cared” about safe? As if that ever actually worked.

Five or more heads were better than one, even if Drake’s was included in that count as well. Not to mention the family deserved the right to know what was going on in Gotham. Especially if it concerned that the Joker may have cracked all of their true identities. Of course the possibility was always in the back of everyone’s mind - wondering if the manic knew or not. But now, now that evidence was suggesting so, they deserved to know right away, primarily the ones that didn’t reside in the mansion.

However, it was obvious living in the mansion did nothing, meant nothing, in regards to protection and security. Each and every one of them were so easily persuaded when their father lied boldly straight to their faces. Maybe if Batman had just admitted for once that he required help… Damian paused in his thoughts, would he have asked for help in that situation? He shook his head, of course he would have, especially if Pennyworth’s life, and his sibling’s lives, depended on it, considering then maybe they would have all been anticipating their captures.

A car behind him beeped obnoxiously, forcing Damian to momentarily snap out of his deep trance. His head lifted up and sure enough the light was green once more. Before he could even press on the gas the car honked again, causing a grumble to fall from his mouth. Without further hesitation he whizzed off, his BatCycle practically driving itself to the all-too-familiar location as his mind wandered back into his thoughts.

Deep down he knew those weren’t the only reason he was upset. For once, he just wished someone viewed him as an equal. Rather than being a subordinate, a puppet to order around to do the dirty work, or someone who had to be supervised because he was considered “a loose cannon.” For a while, he obeyed quickly, accomplishing his task above and beyond expectations, but it never got him anywhere.

The only time he felt somewhat equal was when working with his adoptive siblings. They all seemed to have a mutual understanding as to what cause they were fighting for and how it felt to work under the Batman. Though, even they felt he had to be watched and heavily restricted in order to prevent him from overstepping any moral boundary the Batman already instilled into them. Nevertheless, if he wanted to seek one of his siblings out to work side by side with them, they all were debatably equal in anger with Damian over their father that it would make for an unproductive duo.

Instead, he took himself, rather subconsciously, to the only other place he could think of - the Titan’s Tower. The motorbike’s noise slowly died down while Damian decelerated once inside the garage on Titan’s Island. He kicked the kickstand into place before grabbing the small backpack holding his belongings.

Making his way across the parking lot he raked a hand through his wind tossed hair, thoughts of his father creeping into his psyche yet again. Damian’s convinced Bruce only does it for the adrenaline rush, to make sure he feels something. Why else would he keep his most deadly and dangerous foes alive? Simply all for the challenges they pose for him. The Batman just likes to be challenged. Racing against the clock, trying to figure puzzles out, all while his family and loved one’s lives are on the line. And if one of them happen to die? Well, it was all part of the challenge, all part of the game.

Except this wasn’t a game to everyone else. This was real life, Damian’s life, Drake’s life, Todd’s [second] life, and so on. But they were all just pawns. Batman didn’t need a “sidekick.” Why else would he not ask any of the several he’s had for help? They simply added to the challenge, making it harder and tougher for Bruce to solve the cases while he was training them. Well, Damian refused to be apart of his stupid game anymore. He wasn’t going to stand around and wait to be kidnapped again while Batman waits to go on another date with the Joker.

The door to the main room slid open and immediately all eyes were on Robin. His usual scowl on his face faded as the reason for his arrival reminded him that he needed this - needed to stay here. A slight awkwardness fell over them all before smiles spread across a few of the faces around the room.

“I,” He paused, mulling over how he wanted to word everything, “I would like to stay here for a while… If that’s alright with all of you…” He held his breath for a moment before he was greeted with a chorus of “Yes!” and “Of course.” from the more outgoing members while the others nodded in approval. Damian nodded curtly in thanks, turning to head for the room designated for him, before Cassie gently placed a hand on his shoulder.

He turned to the Wonder Girl with a raised eyebrow, “Is everything alright?” She questioned softly, not wanting to push him.

“I’m infuriated at father, I don’t want to see him for the foreseeable future. And maybe beyond that.” Damian explained simply, his plain expression slightly tugging into a scowl against his wishes at the thought of the circumstances.

Cassie frowned slightly as Damian made his way up to his room. All the Titan’s could in some way relate to the feelings they assumed Damian was feeling. Each of them, in some form or other, had to deal with parental relationship strain at one point in their lives, especially considering the certain “extracurricular” activities they chose to participate in. Though none of them ever expected that the son of Batman would be showing up there asking to stay. Out of all the Titans, save for a couple, they assumed Damian was the one who had the best relationship with his father.

The next morning everyone was unusually lively as the group of young superheroes used their array of powers to gather their materials for breakfast. Wonder Girl flew over the other’s heads as she grabbed the cereal from the cabinet, Impulse whizzed around the others for the milk carton. Raven possessed objects to float over to her while Beast Boy slithered around them in the form of a snake.

Damian watched from where he sat eating next to Ravager, who had the foresight [pun intended] to avoid the bustle around the cabinets and fridge. The more awake members gathered their breakfasts firsts and joined the two at the quaint table. Superboy stood in front of the stove, mindlessly waiting for his scrambled eggs to slowly cook before Bart suddenly appeared next to him, leaning his back onto the counter next to the stove.

“So, Conner,” Bart started before he lowered his voice to a whisper, a faint smirk of curiosity on his face, “What do you think would make Damian this angry at Bruce?”

Conner looked to Bart from the corner of his eyes and heaved a sigh before shrugging, “I don’t know. But must be pretty bad…” He looked back to his eggs, pushing the white and yellow substance around, a pang of familiarity hitting him as he thought to how distraught Damian looked the previous night, relating it to his own parental issues, or lack thereof.


This is my first post like literally kill me please, and if you enjoy don’t forget to request some scenarios, mtl’s, etc. Also like I’m literally in love with angst writings so that’s why this is my first lmao. Hope you enjoyed this because I know it’s probably not good at all. If you want to know who I write for click here

Genre: Angst

Pairing: TaeyongxReader

Word Count: 714

Originally posted by t-yong

Falling out of love was something you had never imagined. You and Taeyong were perfect, you shared a love that could only be found in movies. Nothing was impossible for the two of you, you overcame every obstacle because that’s just who you were. 

Y/N and Taeyong. 

Though lately, this hadn’t been the case. He had been avoiding you, staying out a little later, and you weren’t finding the little handwritten notes he always hid for you around the apartment. Something was wrong, you could feel it, but you chose to deny your feelings. 

You didn’t want to confront him about it, but today in particular it was eating you alive when he didn’t even spare you a glance as he walked past.


He responded with a small hm. It was an answer, but for you it wasn’t enough.

“Taeyong.” you said a little louder, annoyance present in your voice. When he finally looked over at you he looked annoyed and somewhat angry.


“What am I doing wrong? What have I done for you to treat me like this?” you could feel the tears filling your eyes, threatening to spill. 

Once again he didn’t reply, he just looked at you with the expression of wanting this conversation to end. 

“Yes, you’re doing everything wrong. You’re always there waiting for me, waiting on me, asking me stupid questions, asking me where am I at all times, checking up on me every five minutes. You know sometimes I just need my space.” he suddenly yelled, smacking his hand onto the counter making you wince. 

You never thought he felt this way as he continued to go off on you like a loose cannon, spitting out words that you never thought he was capable of saying to you. The tears were spilling now, every emotion that the both of you had been holding in until now tumbling out as you screamed at each other. 

“THEN MAYBE I SHOULD JUST GO!” you screamed as you scrambled to pack as much of your clothes in the duffle you’d found in the closet. The worst part is he didn’t even try to stop you as you moved frantically around the room taking as much of your things as you could. Once you’d collected most of your stuff you headed for the door only for him to finally ask where you thought you were going.

“I’m leaving. Sorry I wasted your time and cared for you so much it led to your hatred for me.” you said quietly, placing your promise ring he’d gotten for you when you were still happy, on the counter. Opening the door, you didn’t bother looking back because you knew he was just waiting for you to go already.

He cried. He cried so much, finally realizing the things he’d done wrong, blaming you for things you did when you were just trying to be there for him. He wanted to die at this point, letting you go was something he’d found he never wanted. Maybe he thought that leaving you was a good idea as he was pounding another girl into a cheap motel room bed, but now as he sat there in silence holding on to the one thing you left behind, he wanted nothing but you. 

It had only been 3 weeks and he wanted everything you gave him back. He tried so hard to get his mind off you by sleeping with a different girl every night or drinking the night away, but everything he did reminded him of you. 

One night, he had been drinking like usual, but something in him snapped and before he knew it he was calling your number. 

Hello?” you questioned into the phone. Just hearing your voice made him want to cry.

I want you back.” he said loud and clear in his half drunken state. You didn’t reply for a long time, making him anticipate what was going to happen next.

Taeyong.” he heard the hurt in your voice as you said his name. “Don’t do this, please Tae. Just.. Don’t.

The last words you muttered were enough to rip the rest of his heart out of his chest as you hung up on him. Nothing but white noise to fill the void within him. 

devicing  asked:

I might have missed an ask along the way, but have you discussed the dynamic between Momota and Ouma yet? I understand Japanese enough to get by without the occasionally misinformed/misleading translations and I am FLOORED by the lack of people talking about the dynamic shift between them in chapters 3 and 5. I guess I just wanted to know what you had to say on their relationship since your metas are always on point (also bc my friend and I can only scream at each other about these two so much)

I wanted to answer these two questions together because I’m actually very excited to have a chance to talk about this! Ouma and Momota’s relationship and the way in which the dynamic between them shifts is one of the most fascinating parts of Chapter 5, in my opinion.

If Chapter 5 in every DR game is about encouraging the player to put aside their preconceptions in order to find the truth (trusting that Kirigiri is lying to Naegi for a good reason, understanding that just because Komaeda’s murder was gruesome and horrible didn’t necessarily mean he was killed by someone else, etc.) then ndrv3 Chapter 5 really, truly takes the cake: complete cooperation between a culprit and victim is definitely a first in a DR game.

There are so many intentional parallels and points of difference between them, in much the same way that there are parallels between Ouma and Saihara, or Saihara and Momota. I feel Saihara himself managed to summarize it best when I was translating the Chapter 5 post-trial, and when he said that they “had lost the friend that they could trust the most and the friend that they could trust the least at the same time.”

I’ll be discussing Ouma and Momota’s relationship pretty thoroughly under the read more, so there will be quite a few endgame spoilers. Please read only if you’re comfortable! I’ll also be referencing things from the Chapter 5 post-trial quite a lot, so if anyone hasn’t read it yet, there’s a translated transcript of the whole thing here!

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Music Tag.

Rules: list 10 songs you’re currently vibing on and tag 10 people!

Tagged by:  @snowingwillow

Okay, I’m swapping this up and I’m gonna link songs that are Hector Songs but the lyrics don’t match him, and the whole thing just seems wrong, but for some reason they have a #vibe that makes me think of him.  So it means some really weird choices, but bear with me, okay.

joy williams, matt berninger; hush
dorothy; raise hell
louis jordan; is you is or is you ain’t my baby
red hot chili peppers; breaking the girl
the animals; house of the rising sun
inon zur; rise and prevail
vandaveer; spite
fleetwood mac; the ledge
funkadelic; hit it and quit it
crooked still; ain’t no grave

Bonus Mentions:
whiskey shivers; graves
cherry poppin’ daddies; zoot suit riot
eluveitie; inis mona
lyre le temps; looking like this
inon zur; the fog gets to you
caravan palace; lone digger
caravan palace; rock it for me

Tagging:  @changing-roads  @roipirate  @pearlsparable  @hooliganghoul  @securitrcn  @conquistadoradelmar  uuuuuh idk anyone else that wants to i guess.

Harry x Reader

Set Up: Telling him that your pregnant. Harry freaks out because kids were never supposed to be in the cards and oh god how can he be a good father when he’s been so focused on work in the past. Making a promise on the day that she’s born to always protect her and keep her happy, no matter what.

 Warnings: None :D just some fluff

Gender: Female

A/N This happens every year. I start writing soooo much. So much. It gets excessive. It takes over my life. I can’t help it look at his face. AH.

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RULES: answer  20  questions  +  tag  20  of your followers you’d  like to know better.

Tagged By:  @vinikwen
Tagging:  @changing-roads @mostlyhxman @roipirate @moonlit-myth  @luckycaptainaubrey  @conquistadoradelmar  @hxrnblower  @pearlsparable  @murdermayhemandjack  @par-the-raider  @smallmeanssafe  @oceansode  @imnocoward  @goldenngore  @godveiined  @bittersweetcrag  @jinglcjanglcjinglc  @txghut  @huntressofthenorth  @snowingwillow @thescourgeofpiracy

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apathetic--narcissist  asked:

I wanna know ur reasons for loving it so much ;w;

OFC YOU DO LOL. But okay, you opened the floodgates!! Also, I encourage people to talk to me about why they ship ZADR, let’s eXPAND ON THIS SHIT AND DISCUSS IT YO! I’m open to more reasons :DDD I may have missed somethin! 

Now sit down and lemme tell ya Mita’s shitty shipping reasons for ZADR (careful, it’s pretty long).

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She’s No Angel (Part 10)

Originally posted by trashwilldo

A/N: dun dun dun dun …THANK YOU GUS FOR JUST BEING YOU GUYS! My 500th post for my most loved work and part 10. I do this for the kids. Part 10 is here, bye!

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Kylo paced back and forth in the command shuttle. He knew kidnapping you was wrong, but he needed to explain. There was something about you that made him so torn. Maybe he acted this way because he genuinely craved and liked the attention you gave him, while also hating how easily he was slipping into this comfortable position. You were a distraction, yet he felt the need to impress you constantly. He ripped the helmet off his head, maniacally breathing. He didn’t want you to find out like this. He was thankful, for the first time, that Hux gave him the chance to tell you. But of course, he ruined it. Kylo just felt like he was always messing up with you. It always felt like three steps forward and several steps back. He knew his emotions were a loose cannon and it didn’t help that he couldn’t understand nor control it. Not to mention the power you held over him. He didn’t understand what it was about you that made him succumb so easily. And that’s what frustrated him so much to the point where he went mad. And to top it off: jealousy.

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anonymous asked:

👏 (@daily-jyushimatsu)

Suujimatsu [ask-the-purple-matsu + dailyjushimatsu]

-Total loose cannon, you can not predict what he’s gonna do next.

-He’s the most stable fusion.

-He carries a steel spiked baseball bat everywhere he goes.

-He’s the strongest of the fusions, but tires out very easily.

@dailyjyushimatsu (I think this is the one? there it doesn’t tag any with a “-” in it so I’m going to assume QwQ sorry if I’m wrong)

Chapter 1: Question and Calling

Word Count: 1.5k

- Prelude -

You tried to look dignified as you were pushed down the white hallways, a blaster poking at your spine as a warning. Your traditional Chandrilan dress had been torn up the side, and you glowered at the officers who passed, sneaking sly glances. You were a Senator, not a dog’s chew toy, and you silently willed yourself to hold your head even higher. Even though each step hurt. Even though there was an empty hole in your chest, the lives of so many people wiped from existence with a single order.

You eventually halted in front of a large sliding door. Inside, you were pushed into a chair at a black oval table. The eyes of about ten officers landed on you. You had not planned to run, knowing the effort would be futile, but still you felt an invisible force binding you to the seat. Testing against the bonds you flexed your arms, your head whirling to your left side as a guttural growl sounded. Beside you stood a tall figure donned in black, hand outstretched to you.

And he was the most handsome man you had ever seen. Eyes drowning in sorrow, lips quivering in quiet anger. There was so much wrong with this man, you could feel. But even under that red scar across his face, there was something else. Something swimming in the depths of his soul; you felt you only had to reach over to grasp it.

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People kinda talk about Miller like he’s a crazy loose cannon. While he makes some quick and deadly (for others) decisions, he never does it without a reason. In fact, people calling miller’s decisions short-sighted is incredibly… well… short-sighted. To go even further, I venture to say that our inability to understand why he does the things he does in the way he does them is at the core of the Earther-Belter-Martian conflict.

SPOILER ALERT: I will start talking about moments in the book now.

Naomi was right when she told Jim “you just don’t get it.” The books really do a good job of explaining the Belters and Miller and their collective motivations.

In the Belt, two things take precedence above everything: water and air. It is a culture in which everyone has to come to terms with the fact that their environment has frighteningly finite resources.

If you run out of water, there is no getting more. If you run out of air, you and everyone else on board will slowly suffocate. If there’s a hole in your space station or ship, you get sucked out into nothingness where your blood boils and you suffocate and you have no chance of rescue. Even if you have a space suit, if you don’t have a transmitter and you somehow lose your ship or station, nobody will ever find you.

These realities have formed who Belters are. They are a culture that takes no chances and thinks ahead. They think about how what they do will not only affect them, but the various artificial environments they inhabit. They put environment integrity above everything.

So when Miller shoots Dresden, it’s not just because he was the sociopathic monster that killed Julie and all of those people (which I maintain was reason enough) it’s because this “charming” creep had gotten himself the resources to do it all. He had convinced ceos and even government officials of the importance of harnessing the protomolecule as a weapon of destruction and forced evolution. If those people had been convinced, this rich and intelligent sociopath with all his connections may have talked his way right out of a trial, or at least (perhaps worse) the research would be validated despite the cruel means, and the protomolecule would ultimately be unleashed on more naive and cruel minds.

So I don’t think (as a Belter or even just a human being) Miller was wrong to kill him. The man was a threat of unspeakable proportions, who needed to die.

Thoughts on Ep 49:

-Lovelace deserves so much better than to be stuck in a time loop for weeks
-What are they gonna do about the computer she destroyed tho
-I’m glad they just disregarded Kepler’s tapes in favor of supporting her
-Given the way that the “plot holes” from S1 are getting resolved… I’m a little terrified of the “thing in the walls”???
-Jacobi is gonna be important in these next episodes I’m sure of it. he’s a bit of a loose cannon currently and he’ll probably do something terrible
-“ungrateful lout”

Can people stop acting like the HGs didn’t have a good reason to distance themselves from Josh? Within the first few days, he proved himself to be a selfish loose cannon that could flip on anyone at any time. He’s also constantly pushed up on several of the female HGs more than once despite them saying no. Idk about yall, but that’s the last person I would talk game with. I would try to maintain a good social relationship with him AT MOST.