how he hugged her


You said you’d never leave or forsake me
When you said, this life is gonna shake me
And you said this world is gonna bring trouble on my soul
              When everything falls apart your arms hold me together

I wonder if this was scripted–this little kiss Mon-el stretches up to give her to end the scene. Like, do they get directed to do things like this quick peck or the kiss on the check previously in the episode, or is it just Chris x Mel having great chemistry and working really well together? The karamel relationship feels so real because of the attention to detail we’ve seen in each of their interactions, and I’m sure that the credit goes to Chris x Mel for that. I often take for granted what it means to have this relationship ship seem so natural and real–that it means Chris x Mel have a strong, natural chemistry as people and as actors, and they really care about their characters’ relationship portrayal. All these small interactions they have really authenticate the relationship. I love these two, and I love them togther.


For centuries, my only place was by your side


Not one more fan meeting, one precious life being saved (x)


This is a soulmate story and completely different to what I usually write about. It took me forever to write but I actually like how it turned out. Let me know what you think and if you would like to read another part. Thank

Harry looked down to where it felt like he chopped his whole finger off and huffed when he found his skin flawless. Of course. Of course, it wasn’t him who hurt himself it was her. She was the clumsiest thing he ever met, he swears to-
He actually never met her. And maybe that was exactly why he was so huffy and grumpy all the time and got even more irritated when she didn’t watch where she was going.
She was his soulmate ans she took an awful lot of time to finally get to him. Even though Harry had to admit that he wasn’t too sure if he would be over the moon happy as everyone said he would be when he finally met her.
She was just an awful lot. She was happy when Harry was sad, and when Harry was happy, she was sad.
The fact that he felt her emotions just as strong as his own made him go insane, the doubled trouble too much for him at times. But sometimes it comforted him to know that she felt the same. That she felt him. He loved it when she would rub her own tummy when she felt him mopping around because he felt her rubs and it made him happy. And he loved to kiss over the parts she hurt on his self when he felt the burn on his skin because he knew it made it better for her.
Just how he did now. He kissed over his fingertip three times, a forth time when he still felt her pout.
Yes, he loved her with all his heart even though sometimes he felt like crying frustrated tears when she became too much for him to handle.
The only thing he didn’t love about her was that she took so awfully long to get to him. All his friends already found their other half while he searched for her everyday but she was nowhere to be found.
It didn’t help that she had a boyfriend either. Harry didn’t knew why she needed a boyfriend when she,(he’ll stop with the annoying stressing on ‘she’ now even though he felt the need to express that she wasn’t just any she), when she had him. It broke his heart over and over again when he felt her boyfriend kissing her because only Harry was supposed to do that. Harry didn’t understand why she needed a boyfriend when she sent an ‘I love you’ to Harry every night before she fell asleep.
When Harry told his mum that he was able to communicate with her her jaw dropped to the floor and she gushed about how special that was and while they already were soulmates they had an even more special connection than others. Harry believed it was just because it took so long and their souls craved each other so they had to find a way to overcome the distance.
While they were only able to communicate in the morning and at night it was enough because he had the time to tell her that he loved her and longed for her and needed her and so much more. But it still wasn’t enough because even though it was nice to hear her telling him how much she loved him every day he wanted to see her lips wrapping around the words before he wrapped his lips around hers. He wanted to be able to hold her and have her hold him and be with her. Even though he knew he had forever with her he needed forever to start as soon as possible.

Y/N was just as desperate to find him even though she had a boyfriend. She liked her boyfriend but didn’t love him because there was only one person she could ever love. But because she hasn’t found him yet she needed a distraction so the hole in her chest couldn’t grow any more and eventually swallow her whole.
She loved him so much already. So, so much. Even though she wouldn’t admit it she was dependent on him already, she lived for the ‘I love you’s he sent her and his kisses when she hurt herself.
Just like now, she felt the gentle pressure of his pillowy lips against her fingertip and just like every time it happened she just wanted to feel his lips against hers. She just wanted him here with her.
Harry felt her pain just like always. It didn’t matter if it was physical pain or emotional pain, he felt it. He closed his eyes with frustration but not because she annoyed him, no. Because he wished he could take that pain away from her. Make her forget she ever felt lonely.
He sent her a ‘Soon, my love.’, and hoped she heard him because somehow it was still morning even though it was 11:13.
'Soon isn’t soon enough.’ he received back and smiled softly in agreement.
'We’ll find each other. I promise.’ Oh, how he wished he could send her a hug as well.
“Promise to love me too?”
“More than anything.”

It was the longest conversation they ever had. Harry had a feeling it was because their connection grew stronger with each day. Maybe that meant they’ll meet each other soon?

When it happened nothing could have prepared Harry for the feeling he felt when their eyes met for the very first time. The whole world stopped and he saw nothing but her. She was beautiful. So incredibly beautiful. Her eyes had the color of melted chocolate and Harry loved melted chocolate. Her lips were plump and full, their color reminded him of strawberries and when he thought about strawberries with melted chocolate he felt like he could cry.
When Y/N’s eyes landed on him it was like time stood still and nothing existed but him. And her. Together. His eyes had an ocean like color and Y/N loved the ocean. His lips were plump and perfectly shaped, their color reminded her of raspberries and when she thought about a day by the ocean with raspberries she felt like she could cry.
They pushed through the people who were in their way until they reached each other, both not looking away for a single second.
“My love.” Harry cried and reached out to touch her skin.
She closed her eyes when he touched her, overwhelmed by the love she felt for the man standing in front of her. The love radiating of of him.
Harry pulled her to him, wrapping her in a tight hug. Y/N nuzzled her face into his neck, kissing his shoulder a few times. She liked the way he smelled, like fresh laundry and a tad bit of perfume.
Harry loved the way she wrapped around him perfectly, she was made for him. Just for him, he knew it.
“What’s your name?” he asked her quietly, pulling back a bit to look into her eyes and a new wave of love for her hit him when he saw her loving gaze.
“Y/N.” she told him.
“Y/N.” he repeated in awe.
“Beautiful. I’m Harry.”
“Harry.” she whispered and stroked over his cheek.
God, she loved him. Her eyes wandered over his face, trying to memorize every little detail. He was handsome. So incredibly handsome. Actually, handsome wasn’t the right adjective to describe him. Beautiful. Yeah, beautiful seemed to fit better.
Harry watched her, how her eyes ran over his features. Under any other circumstances he would have felt uncomfortable if someone would have looked at him so intently but it was her and he loved the way she looked at him. He loved it because her eyes held love and adoration.
Harry was sure that she was the most beautiful woman to ever walk the earth. She was absolutely and completely perfect. And she was his. Well, not exactly…
Y/N watched with concern how the smile left his face and a frown took over his features.
“Hey, what’s going on?” she asked him gently and grabbed onto his hands, frowning herself when she felt his big rings which blocked her from feeling his fingers thread through hers, blocked her from feeling his skin against hers.
“Will you come home with me? So we can talk?” he questioned almost shyly, squeezing her hands so she knew he was alright.
“Of course.” she nodded without a hint of hesitation.
He might still be a stranger but she loved him and she had no worries about going home with him.

Once they arrived Harry made them both some tea,taking his time with the process. Y/N couldn’t help but notice the change in his demeanor, how the happiness from earlier seemed to be completely gone and replaced with… frustration?
She also couldn’t help the horrible thought that took over her mind. Her worst nightmares of her soulmate not being happy with her. Not loving her. What if Harry had a completely different idea of his other half? What if she wasn’t enough for him?
“Y-You’re not happy that you met me, right?” she asked shakily.
Harry whirled around with shock, he felt like someone just punched him in the throat . She might as well have.
“What? Darling, no.” he shook his head vehemently and rushed over to her, hugging her tightly to his chest.
“No, no, no.” he whimpered and kissed her forehead over and over again.
“Don’t ever think that. You hear me?”
“Then what’s going on? You seem like something is bothering you. Something about me.” she searched his eyes but found no answer.
It was crazy because now that she actually was with him she couldn’t feel his emotions anymore. At least not the way she did before.
“Yeah…” Harry admitted somewhat ashamed.
“Yeah? What is it?” she begged to know and almost lost her mind when Harry pulled away from her.
“It’s just… You have a boyfriend and… I don’t know what to do with that.”
She starred at him for a few moments. This time she was in shock. He knew that? And why did he think of it when she hasn’t thought about her boyfriend for a single second since she met Harry?
“How do you…” she trailed off but she didn’t need to finish her sentence.
“I feel it. I feel it every time he kisses you because it breaks my heart. And I also feel it when you do… other things. Feels like someone rips my heart out then.”
“Harry… I’m sorry. But I’m sure you had a girlfriend before as well, so-”
“No, I haven’t.” he shook his head.
“You haven’t?” she asked disbelievingly.
“No. Why should I want a girlfriend who could never make me happy when the love of my life is waiting for me?”
“Harry…” she sighed.
“I mean I know that people have relationships before they meet their other half but I just never wanted that. I want to discover everything that comes with love with you and nobody else. I hoped my soulmate would feel the same.”
“Do you really think I love him?”
“I feel the butterflies whenever you look at him, love.” he smiled sadly.
“I like him. And he’s important to me. But that’s it. There’s only one person I will ever be able to love and that’s you.”
“But… but when you know that why do you need him?” he asked her.
“Because I’m lonely. I hate being on my own. I always hated that empty feeling in my chest and knowing that only one person on this whole planet could fill that empty space… I felt hopeless.”
He understood her, he did. But then again, he didn’t. Didn’t she know that he felt exactly the same? He felt empty and lonely but he knew that anyone who wasn’t her couldn’t take those feelings away from him.
What he really couldn’t understand was how she could catch feelings for her boyfriend. He always thought it wasn’t possible for someone to fall in love with anyone but their soulmate. And she was in love with her boyfriend even if she wouldn’t admit it.
“You love him.” Harry stated.
“Harry, I don’t. I love you. You.
“But you love him too.”
She sighed with frustration and walked over to where he was standing, taking his face in her hands and forcing him to look at her.
“He’s important to me but I don’t love him. I never could.”
She gave Harry a chance to prostest again but his mouth remained shut.
“Now can we please stop fighting about this? I never thought I’d fight with you the first time I meet you.”
Harry nodded and sighed, she was right.
“I love you, okay? Please don’t ever doubt that.”
“I love you too.” Harry mumbled and pulled her closer to him, flush against his chest with his arms around her waist.
Y/N threaded her fingers through his short curls, scratching lightly against his scalp because she knew how much Harry loved that. She pressed a kiss to the shell of his ears, smiling softly at the grateful hum she received.
She pulled back a bit to look at him, stroking his cheeks tenderly and admiring the way his eyes closed with the pleasure of having her here with him.
“Harry…” she whispered softly.
“I want to kiss you.”
His eyes opened immediately, his nerves evident. Shit. Shit, shit, shit.
He hasn’t thought about that yet. He never kissed someone before. What if he messes up completely? What if he’s so bad that she doesn’t want him anymore?
What if… he isn’t as good as her boyfriend?
“We d-don’t have to if that’s t-to fast for you. We can take it slow.” she stuttered.
“No! No, no, no. Of course I want to kiss you. But… it’s just… you’re my first. And I don’t want to mess up.” he shrugged shyly.
“Harry, you could never mess up. You kissed my forehead earlier, right? S'just the same only on the lips.”
Harry nodded and thought for a moment. He could do it, right?
He pulled her as close as he possibly could, one hand on the side of her face and the other one squeezing her waist. Y/N cupped his face in her own hands, stroking over his raspberry pink lips that she noticed immediately when her eyes landed on him for the first time earlier. They were soft to the touch and she could feel a light layer of chapstick.
And then she leaned in. First she rubbed the tip of her nose against his before she tilted her head to the side and captured his bottom lip between hers. The kiss was soft and loving, letting him get used to the feeling of being kissed before she fastened her lips to his again and let them linger, humming softly when she felt him kiss her back. With the next one she licked over his bottom lip with her tongue, motioning for him to open for her and he did, moaning when her tongue licked over his. She pressed a few more pecks against his lips before pulling back, chuckling softly when he whined at the loss.
He opened his eyes and saw her gentle smile that showed nothing but pure happiness. Her eyes were sparkling and he could see the love in them. This was just what he wanted. What he’s been waiting for all his life.
“Was I any good?” he asked sheepishly when he felt his cheeks heating up from her intense gaze.
“You were perfect. Best kiss I ever had.” she reassured him, pecking his lips again to prove her point.
“Love your kisses.” he admitted shyly.
Y/N didn’t think it could be possible for someone to be smoking hot but adorably cute at the same time. And he was her soulmate. How lucky was she?!
“I love kissing you.” she whispered before touching her lips to his again.
“Does it…” he started but shook his head, deciding against asking her the question that burnt on his tongue.
“What, hm?” she asked him and grabbed one of his hands to somehow make him feel more confident.
“Does it feel the same when you kiss your boyfriend?”
He shouldn’t have asked. He knew it when she sighed that he shouldn’t have asked. God, he was stupid.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t ha-”
“It doesn’t. It doesn’t compare to this. Not at all. When I kiss you I feel butterflies and fireworks and tingles and like… like I’m on top of the world. I don’t feel that with my boyfriend.”
Harry nodded relieved, even though that was his first kiss he could make her feel like that. And no one else could, no matter how much practice they had.
He guided her mouth to his, kissing her this time. It was a warm peck that made Y/N shudder and Harry couldn’t help but press against her more due to that reaction.

They moved to Harry’s couch then, kissing and giggling and declaring their love to each other. They were so happy. So incredibly happy that they were sure their hearts were going to burst any second. It was perfect. So perfect that Harry was sure nothing could destroy this moment…
“Will you stay the night?” he asked her in a whisper, watching how she lifted her head from his chest, stroking a tot of hair behind her ear.
“I can’t, Harry.” she sighed sadly, biting her lips when she saw his face fall.
“I need to feed my cat and Matthew is probably already worried about me.” she explained, frowning when his face fell even more.
“Can’t you text him? He can feed your cat, no?”
“He doesn’t have a key to my apartment.”
Harry sighed defeated and turned his head to look at the ceiling.
“Harry…” Y/N sighed sadly and sat up to look at him.
“We’ll get breakfast tomorrow, yeah? You can come over tomorrow and I’ll prepare us some pancakes and smoothies and everything you love.”
“I just… I don’t want to go back to being without you.” Harry mumbled.
“I don’t either. But only for tonight okay?”
Harry sighed but nodded, his heart feeling heavy in his chest at the thought of her leaving him.
“Are you going to talk to him? Tell him about us?” he asked in a hopeful tone.
He just wanted her to break up with her boyfriend and forget about him completely. Even though she reassured Harry over and over again that she only loved him, he didn’t like that boy one bit.
She nodded and smiled softly before Harry leaned up and kissed her lips again and again, so long until she really had to leave.
She gave him her number and countless kisses before she rushed out his door with an 'I love you!’.
Harry wasn’t as happy as he thought he would be. He always thought that once he met his other half everything would fall into place and finally make sense. That he would feel secure and safe but that wasn’t the case at all. He never felt so insecure before.
He felt her again when she was far enough away from him, felt her nerves and worries.
And he felt it when her boyfriend came over and she kissed him. He felt it more intense than before he met her and he hated it. Hated it that she still got butterflies in her tummy and leaned in for another kiss after she kissed Harry. How could she?
And he knew she didn’t talk to him because an hour later he could feel her having sex with her boyfriend. Making love to another man.
Cheating on him.
What was Harry supposed to do with that?

  • *Quidditch changing rooms*
  • Beater: *changing*
  • Sherlock: *bursts in; furious* What did I tell you?
  • Beater: *looks up; smiles* Hey, Captain. Great game, eh?
  • Sherlock: *outraged* I told you not to aim for her!
  • Beater: *frowns* What? She was about to catch the Snitch. If you hadn't been-
  • Sherlock: *snatches the bat; storms off*
  • Beater: ...
  • -a few minutes later-
  • Mary: *enters; confused* Can anyone tell me what it was that Sherlock just threw into the lake?
  • Beater: WHAT? *runs out*
  • *the Hospital Wing*
  • John: *awkward* How does it feel?
  • Molly: *gingerly moves her bandaged arm* Like I fell off my broom and broke my arm.
  • John: *quickly* He's getting a detention. Not to mention a right bollocking. Possibly removed from the team-
  • Molly: *groans* God, I don't want that.
  • John: *thoughtful* What if he kills him?
  • Molly: *glares at him*
  • Sherlock: *rushes in* Okay, I managed to persuade Madame Pomfrey to let me stay here tonight *fluffs her pillow*
  • Molly: *sighs* You do realise people think we're going out now?
  • Sherlock: *chuckles* That'll be the head injury talking.
  • Molly: *raises an eyebrow* Is that so?
  • Sherlock: *kisses her cheek* I'll take care of you, don't worry.
  • Molly: *holds his hand* I'm not.
  • John: *hiding behind a copy of the Quibbler*

anonymous asked:

is there by any chance you can do some insecure chubby mc ^^;


  • He caught MC checking herself in the mirror more than once
  • Poking or pinching her thighs, butt, and tummy
  • Always wearing the same frown
  • She covers up a lot, wearing loose fitting clothing
  • He probably doesn’t realize that she’s self conscious until either (a) she asks for reassurance or (b) someone insults her size and she starts crying
  • needless to say, someone who insults her might awaken Yandere!Yoosung (yay alliteration!), in which case, they better run
  • Yoosung, of course, loves her, reassures her, and comforts her once he starts recognizing what’s going on
  • When Yoosung catches her checking herself in the mirror, he likes to point out how beautiful she is


  • MC always remarks on how jealous she is of Jaehee’s clothes
  • They’re all so pretty, but MC feels like she can’t wear anything like it because of her size
  • Jaehee isn’t as quick with compliments as the guys are, but she shows she cares in her own ways
  • If Jaehee ever finds out MC has been crying, she makes sure to know why and see if they can’t solve the situation
  • She makes sure that MC never feels too self conscious by helping her do clothes shopping and picking out the cutest things in MC’s size, and if it doesn’t look good on MC, she finds something that does


  • Oh god, she would get so nervous about being seen in public with him, not wanting to ruin his aesthetic or image or something
  • I mean, yeah, she’s his manager, but she probably works really hard to not gain more weight/possibly lose it so as not to embarrass him
  • Zen is easy with the compliments of her beauty and declarations of love
  • But as much as she hears it and appreciates it, she can’t unhear some of the things said about her by his coworkers and fans
  • There’s even a couple of forums dedicated to her and how she’s hated for stealing Zen all for herself when she’s just a pig
  • MC was on set one day with Zen, he was getting changed in another room, and two of his coworkers were whispering loudly and snickering, calling her “Zen’s pet piggy,” wondering why he kept her around and how she must surely be an embarrassment
  • Her confidence continues to drop and she feels like her heart is breaking because she doesn’t feel like she’s good enough
  • But Zen is never embarrassed to be seen with her, he revels in just being able to be with her, and isn’t afraid to kiss her for the cameras
  • So as insecure about her figure as she is, Zen is always there to reassure, comfort, and love her
  • Plus, he probably tells off anyone he hears say (or hears they talked about) MC not being perfect the way she is


  • Well, life as Jumin’s lover/fiancé/wife certainly puts in the spot light and makes her deal with a lot of members of high society
  • Working for the RFA does the same thing but… RFA parties invite people without money as well
  • Most women she encounters are thin (sometimes sickly so), and openly put her down for being chubby
  • MC does her best to keep a stiff upper lip and not cry in front of them or anyone, but whenever Jumin hears those comments he demands asks for an apology because they were so rude
  • She talks to the nutritonist to change her diet to help her lose weight, starts working out
  • Jumin probably doesn’t think anything of this until a few months later when he finds MC crying by herself
  • When Jumin hears about her insecurities, feeling huge and so on, he’s actually really upset that she would think about herself like that
  • He makes her look deep in his eyes and assures her that she is perfect the way she is, and she is the best thing to come into his life (Elizabeth is a close second)
  • He also promises, that if she ever feels like this again, he will make her feel like princess she is meant to be


  • He’s the most observant and notices and realizes all her insecurities the moment she has them
  • Saeyoung is quick to hug her
  • He likes to tell her how he loves how soft and comfortable she is
  • Her boobs and tummy are really comfy pillows too he might not say this one to her face, unless its to break the tension and make her smile/laugh
  • If Saeran ever said anything hurtful towards her, in particular about her size, Saeyoung gets up in his face with a fake smile plastered on his face saying, “You meant to say how beautiful she is, right Saeran? Right? Isn’t she beautiful? Isn’t she beautiful Saeran?” Saeran’s suddenly too scared to do anything but agree
Two Nights Stand Epilogue

Summary: (Modern Au) After a bad breakup, your roommate insists that you need to a one night stand to end your dry spell. Following her advice, you have a bad one night stand with Bucky Barnes, but what happened when you are forced to spend time with him?

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 3886

Warnings: This is vaguely inspired by a movie of the same name. GUYS SO MUHC FLUFFY

Catch up with Two Night Stands here

Three months after that night

“How do I look?’ You ask your boyfriend. You are wearing a baby pink dress with matching heels. “You look amazing, sweetheart. The bride will be jealous of your beauty.” He says, smiling sweetly at you. You give him a peck on the lips and sit on his lap.

“You are cheesy, Barnes. Peggy is going to look incredible, Steve is one lucky man.” He laughs, hugging you by the waist “He is but not as much as me.” You roll your eyes at him, fixing his tie “If you say so, James… I am not going to argue with you.”

“I’m going to miss you during the ceremony.” He says, kissing your shoulder. You are going to miss him too. You don’t know anyone at the wedding with the exception of him and the happy couple.

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Fight For Me

Nap Date, in the beginning. <Lil Angsty> 

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She sees it all over campus and work. All over her phone, laptop, magazines, it’s everywhere.

He was spotted with some Haley and its rumored that their dating. 

She rolls her eyes at every thing she sees, but when he stops responding and misses phone calls she starts to worry. 

Is it true?

She hasn’t spoken to him in days and the rumors are getting worse claiming they were seen at a party holding hands. 

“Y/n?” Aaliyah asks, catching her attention. 


“Are you okay?” 


“You look a bit off, and you haven’t heard a word I’ve said.”

“Yeah I’m, okay.” She hesitates.

“Y/n?” Aaliyah asks, becoming concerned. “What’s wrong?”

“Have you heard from Shawn lately?” She asks, blurting out the question.

“Um, yeah. Spoke to him before lunch.” She says looking down at her phone.


“Yeah why?”

“Okay.” Y/n says, starting to become a little angry. 

“What going on?” Aaliyah asks.

“Nothing.” Y/n says becoming defensive.

“Okay.” Aaliyah says backing off, obviously she doesn’t want to talk about it. 

“I have to go.” 

“Oh okay?” Aaliyah says standing. 

“Sorry.” Y/n says walking off, going straight to her car.

She gets in and closes the door, checking her phone for a message from him. But their nothing, been nothing for almost four days now. She clicks on his contact and calls him. 

Hey this is Shawn, leave a message.

“You need to call me back, we need to talk.” Is all she says, hanging up cursing at her phone. She drives home, fuming. 

She stomps up the stairs to her apartment, slamming the door, throwing her bag on the couch. 

She’s so confused, what was happening. 

Her phone is going off and she angrily picks it up, glaring at his name as it flashes on her screen. 

“Yeah.” She answers, taking deep breaths.

“Hey, are you okay? I got a message from Liyah saying you were acting a bit strange at lunch.”

“What’s going on?” She asks cutting him off.


“Don’t ‘what’ me Shawn, I haven’t spoken to you in days. Tell me what the fuck is going on.”

“Whoa.” He says, phone shifting on his side. 

“Yeah I’m mad Shawn, I haven’t heard from you in days, there are these rumors going around about you and some Haley chick. So tell me, what is going on.”

“Okay, I can. I just have to tell you something but you can’t get mad.”

“Like hell I can’t get mad, I will get mad if I want to.”

“Okay. Just promise me, that we’ll still be okay.”

“Just tell me what the fuck is happening.”

“They want me to do a promo stunt. Be seen out with her, get her name out there. Spark her fame up a bit.” 

“What does that mean Shawn?” 

“They want me to ‘date’ her, like pretend to date her in public.”

“Excuse me?”

“Yeah, just for a little while, but it’s not real.”

“Not real, bullshit.” She seethes, becoming hot, super pissed off.


“What? A few dates, hand holding. That’s what you’ll promise me, it won’t go past that but then it will be a kiss on the cheek then a small peck to full blown make out sessions.”

“No, it won’t be like that.”

“Shawn.” She says sighing.

“Yeah Babe?”

“If you don’t want to be with me anymore.” She pauses, his breath hitching. “I need you to just fucking say it, have to the balls to tell me.”

“I want to be with you.” He says frantically.

“Then fucking act like it.” She yells hanging up. 

She leans against the counter, pushing her hair back. How could he not think that their was anything wrong with this. He would be dating a different girl. He promised that this wouldn’t happen. This is what she was worried about when she got together with him. 

He’s calling, but she needs a second to breathe and calm down. She’ll say something she’ll regret if she answers now. 

She walks out of the room, going to take a shower so she can organize her thoughts. 


He’s still calling, has been all night. She’s calmed herself and is ready to talk to him. She answers when he calls for the 52nd time.

“Hey.” She says softly.

“Christ, thank god you answered.” He sighs.


“I want to be with you, I am with you.” 

“Hear me out okay?”


“This is what I was worried about. When we got together and I said I was worried your job would interfere, this is what I meant. I can’t, can’t sit here and watch you and some other girl be that way. I can’t watch some other girl love all over you knowing that I can only do that in private. How is it fair that she gets to do that when she’s not even you’re girlfriend? How is that fair to me Shawn?”

“It’s not, you’re right.” He says calmly. “I don’t want to do this, I haven’t even gone to the meeting yet, it was pitched a few days ago but I haven’t been able to say anything yet. I know about the rumors but they aren’t true. I want you to know that, I haven’t done anything with her.”

“I trust that. I trust you.”

“But this is like a contract or something, I know it’s not fair. I know that, I hate it too. But it’s my job.” He says, almost like he was shrugging. 

“Wow.” She says sitting on the couch. “I get it, I get it. It’s your job, but I’m your girlfriend. At least I thought so.”

“You are.” He interrupts.

“Well then this shouldn’t even be a thought Shawn. I don’t like it, and I don’t want you to do it. I don’t ask for much, I don’t complain about much but I won’t be apart of this.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means.” She swallows the tears. “That if you do this, then we’re done.”


“I can’t do it Shawn, it’s not fair to me and it’s not fair to you. I won’t hold you back.”

“You aren’t holding me back.”

“But I am, I hate to make you choose between me and your job. This is a person I never thought I would be, but I can’t do it Shawn.” 

“Wait hold on.” He says, it almost sounds like he’s crying.

“I’m sorry.”

“Why does this sound like goodbye?”

“Because it might be.”

“No, what do I have to do for it not to be.”

“Fight Shawn, fight for me.” Is all she says before hanging up. The second the call ends the tears are falling for the both of them.

The thought of losing Shawn is scary. She’s thought of a future with him, he is her future. But not if he acts like this, she can’t handle watching him be with another girl. 

The thought of losing Y/n is making Shawn feel sick. He can’t even picture his life without her. Everything he does is for her, he just wants to make her proud. He can’t handle living his life without her. So if she wants him to fight, then he’ll beat the shit out of whoever he needs to. 


She’s been crying since she woke up, skipping class because she couldn’t stop. 

“You okay?”

“No, I haven’t heard from him and it scares me that that was goodbye.”

“It wasn’t goodbye, he’ll call.”

“I don’t know anymore, I’m losing faith.” 

She’s on the phone with her best friend. 

“Don’t lose faith.” A deep voice says from behind her. She jumps and turns around, meeting a sad Shawn. He’s wearing a hat, he’s got his green jacket on and his grey sweats.

His eyes are puffy and his breathing is erratic. 

“Shawn?” She asks, shocked that he was standing in front of her.

“Hi.” He croaks.

“I have to go, I’ll call you later.” She says into the phone, hanging up. 

“Don’t lose faith.” He repeats.

“What are you doing here?” 

“Fighting.” He says walking closer to her.

“Fighting?” She asks softly.

“I won’t do it.” He says shaking his head. “Not if it means losing you. It’s not worth it.” 

“Shawn.” She sighs.

“No, this is me fighting. It’s not worth losing you. To gain a few followers and get my name in a few more tabloids, not worth losing the love of my life. No way.” He says wiping his eyes.

“Are you crying?” She asks stepping up to him.

“Are you judging me right now?” He asks, pulling back.

“No, I’ve never seen you cry before.” She says wiping his tears. “I don’t like it.” She says looking into his eyes.

“I don’t like getting a call from my girlfriend, who’s upset, telling me that. Do you know how scared I’ve been. I’ve been freaking out, called an immediate meeting and said no. Actually I said ‘No fucking way.’”


“I also told them that if they wanted to keep me as an artist, with my new album about to drop, that they would be okay with me having a girlfriend, my girlfriend.” 


“We can go public if you want. To shut all these rumors up, if you want. You have control.” 

“Wait, they actually said that we could go public.”

“Well actually they said that I was too precious of a client to lose so they said I could what I wanted. I want to do this if you want to do this.” 


“Yeah, this is me fighting for you.”

“I love you.”

“Yeah?” He asks, stepping forward.


“I love you too.” He says wrapping his arms around, lifting her off her feet as he hugs her. “Oh my god, you don’t know how good it feels to have you in my arms right now.”

“Trust me, I know.”

“I thought you were leaving me.”

“I thought you were going to leave me.”

“I could never leave you.”

“Please don’t, I haven’t slept for days.” 

“Days?” He asks looking at her.

“You hadn’t answered.” 

“I know I’m sorry, they took my phone while I was recording.” He says sighing against her.

“They couldn’t have told me?” She asks looking up at her. His eye brows furrow.

“They didn’t tell you?”

“No, I thought you were avoiding me. That’s why I was so angry when we talked.”

“No, I told them to tell you. They said they did.”

“Well they didn’t.”

“Well we’ll be having another meeting.”

“No Shawn, you don’t have to.”

“Yes I do, that is bullshit to tell me one thing and do the opposite. Not okay, especially when it has something to do with you.” 

“It’s okay.”

“No it’s not. I almost lost you, I” 

“But you didn’t.” She says taking hold of his face. “I’m sorry for making you chose between me and your work. That wasn’t fair to you, and I’m sorry. But you fixed it, said no and now we can be together publicly. Don’t push it.”

“I’m at least telling Andrew.”


“So you wanna post something?” He grins looking at her.

“But on your page, then it will be seen.” 

“We can post something on yours too.” 

“You get yours ready and I’ll get mine and then we’ll post at the same time yeah?”

“Okay.” He says fishing his phone out of his pocket. 

They both scroll through pictures, typing up comments. They switch phones and read the others comment. Grinning they both click post at the same time. 

@ shawnmendes: She’s the best snuggle buddy I could ask for, 6 months baby. Love you more every day! @ y/tag/n 

@ y/tag/n : He makes the late night adventures more adventurous. #he’s the life of my party.  

That was it, it was posted and the comments were blowing up fast. It was about time they said it out to the public, and she couldn’t be more happier that he fought to keep her. That he did what he could and much more, finally being able to talk about her. 

Notable Pynch Quotes From The Raven King

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• “When Adam’s mouth quirked, Ronan’s expression stilled for a moment before turning to the loose smile he ordinarily reserved for Matthews silliness. Adam Felt a surge of both accomplishment and nerves. He skated an edge here. Making Ronan Lynch smile felt as charged as making a bargain with Cabeswater.”
• “Ronan crossed his arms to wait, just looking. At Adams fine cheekbones, his furrowed fair eyebrows, his beautiful hands, everything washed out by the furious light. He had memorized the shape of Adam’s hands in particular: The way his thumb jutted awkwardly, boyishly; the roads of the prominent veins; The large knuckles that punctuated his long fingers. In dreams Ronan put them in his mouth.”
• “His feelings for Adam were an oil spill; he’d let them overflow and now there wasn’t a damn place in the ocean that wouldn’t catch fire if he dropped a match.”
• “He allowed Ronan to lean in to compare his eyes - Close enough that Ronan felt his breath on his cheek - and he allowed Ronan to study the palm of his hand. The latter was not strictly necessary, and they both knew it, but Adam watched Ronan closely as he lightly traced the lines there.”
• “’…Is that why you look like hell?’ ‘Thanks, Parrish. I like your face, too.’”
• “Ronan let out a breath, put the model down on the bed beside him, and kissed Adam.”
• “He knew that of all the options in the world, Ronan Lynch was the most difficult version of any of them. He knew that Ronan was not a thing to be experimented with. He knew his mouth still felt warm.”
• “'Ronan kissed me,’ Adam said immediately. The words had clearly been queued up. He gazed studiously into the front yard. When Gansey didn’t immediately say anything, Adam added, ‘I also kissed him.’”
• “When Adam kissed him, it was every mile per hour Ronan had ever gone over the speed limit. It was every window-down, goose-bumps-on-skin, teeth-clattering-cold night drive. it was Adam’s ribs under Ronan’s hands and Adam’s mouth on his mouth, again and again and again.”
• “They were both hungry animals, but Adam had been starving for longer.”
• “They sprawled on the living room sofa and Adam studied the tattoo that covered Ronan’s back: all the sharp edges that hooked wondrously and fearfully into each other.”
• “Ronan put Adam’s fingers to his mouth. He was never sleeping again.”
• “Ronan was looking at him, as he had been looking at him for months. Adam looked back, as he had been looking back for months.”
• “Ronan skidded to his knees, his arms around her, and it hurt Adam, somehow, to watch how ferociously he hugged his little strange dream creature, and how she buried her face into his shoulder.”
• “The choice was death or hurting Adam, which wasn’t much of a choice at all.”