i believe it is rather clear that i do not love myself in the LEAST

What Is The Shape Of Your Monster? – Get Out and Thought-out Horror

Get out.

No, I’m dead serious. If you haven’t already seen Jordan Peele’s Get Out yet, I need you to do me a massive favor. I need you to bookmark this page, close this page, and absolutely do not read this page— or any other essay or article on Get Out— until you’ve finished watching it.

I’m not just saying this because this essay will contain major spoilers for a movie that is best enjoyed going in knowing as little as possible— I mean, yes, it will— but most of all I just want as many people to see this movie as possible. It is by far the most socially relevant American movie to come out this year, at time of writing, if not one of the most socially relevant pieces of American art of the past decade.

It’s also just a very good movie.

(SPOILERS START NOW)

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What Sherlock Doesn't Say to Molly

In light of Sherlock finally saying those three little words to Molly, I’ve been going back and tracing the progression of his feelings for Molly.  And one of the things that stood out to me started with that often analyzed Sherlolly question… “Was Sherlock really oblivious about the coffee invite?"  Because there is one thing that Sherlock has never said to Molly despite having ample opportunity to do so.

We’ve noted for ages that for all his supposed obliviousness Sherlock is socially perceptive enough to realize that John’s questions about Sherlock’s dating status could denote a romantic interest, and Sherlock immediately and politely shuts that down lest it create some misunderstanding or trouble with his new roommate.  Not that John meant it in that way, anyhow, but an ounce of prevention… 

So if Sherlock can recognize those social cues, how does he miss Molly’s date invitation?  One could argue that Molly’s invite was more subtle and at a time when he was rather distracted by the experiment that he was conducting at the time… except for one rather large fly in the ointment. 

For someone who is supposed to be oblivious to Molly, Sherlock is awfully damned observant.  His reaction to Molly’s explanation is equally problematic if we are supposed to believe that Sherlock is completely oblivious. 

That is not the face of a man who is just going with the easy explanation.  Even as Sherlock starts to turn back to his notes, his eyes are warily fixed on Molly and his expression and body language seems quite suspicious and nervous, rather like a man who has just discovered a large cobra that looks ready to strike.  He knows there’s more to this and that Molly is about to make a move.  This would be the perfect time to lay things on the line, as he later does with John, but instead he feigns complete ignorance. 

We’ve thrown out plenty of theories about his actions here before, but I think that in light of the progression between Sherlock and Molly it’s worth a few new thoughts.  I am honestly not sure if Sherlock knows why he plays dumb at this moment.   As Mrs. Hudson points out in S4, Sherlock is actually all emotion… however in S1 Sherlock is firmly denying his emotions to the point that you have to wonder if he’s even convinced himself.  

For as concerned as Sherlock was about his observation that Molly had put on lipstick for him, he’s equally concerned when he observes that she has taken it off after her failed invitation.  And it is not at all inconceivable after all we’ve seen between them that a primal part of Sherlock actually enjoyed the fact that Molly was putting on that lipstick for his benefit. 


He doesn’t want her to push for something he thinks is beyond his capabilities, but he doesn’t want her to completely lose interest in him either.  Sherlock knows how to give Molly a compliment to get in her good graces, as he does in the very next episode, but he doesn’t do that here either.  A compliment this soon after her invite could provoke another invite.  So he needles her instead, trying to provoke her into continuing to wear lipstick around him. 

At heart I really don’t think that Sherlock is behaving this way because he’s a cold bastard who’s merely trying to use Molly at the beginning of the series.  I think that would have been his way of rationalizing his behavior in the first two episode, but I also think that from the beginning Sherlock at least subconsciously wants Molly’s romantic attention.  There could even be a conscious recognition of this desire on his part that he is internally at war with himself over, because there is a pattern of behavior here that continues even as their relationship escalates. 

Let’s skip ahead to the next big development in their relationship.  The Christmas party where Sherlock discovers that Molly’s regard for him is deeper than just a little meaningless flirting… after he humiliates both of them in front of their friends by trying to deduce her.  She’s dressed to the nines, she’s carrying one specially wrapped present, and she’s wearing that sexy red lipstick for someone–and Sherlock’s deductions make it crystal clear that he does understand the psychology behind a woman trying to draw a man’s attention to her lips.  The "Jim” incident made it clear that Molly wasn’t just sitting around and pining for Sherlock, and he might even have reason to believe that Molly has moved on after that particular scene in the lab.  It’s only after he has behaved like a complete bellend that Sherlock realizes that he was the object of her affection all along. 


Sherlock giving his first ever apology in the series to Molly was a beautiful and important moment.  Sherlock goes beyond that though by giving Molly a Christmas present in return. 

After all the horrible things he’d said, Sherlock gives her a tender kiss on the cheek while wishing her a Merry Christmas.  Leaving Molly (and the rest of the world) to wonder what to make of his actions.  Was he so cruel before because he was jealous?  Was he overcompensating for having just been a total jerk to her?  It’s not like Sherlock bothers to clarify with something like, “I’m flattered Molly, but I’m married to my work."  Is that because he’s trying to spare her more pain, or because he, himself, is confused especially with how Irene has been trying to stir his libido? 

Between the kiss, Sherlock’s lewd ringtone, and Sherlock identifying Irene at the morgue by "not her face”… Sherlock is definitely not giving Molly the impression that he is a man who is married to his work.  No wonder she’s looking for a little clarification on the subject while they are working alone in the lab. 

And this was Sherlock’s golden opportunity to tell her if he didn’t want her affections, because he didn’t have to make the answer about Molly.  There is nobody around to make the situation humiliating.  He could have simply answered, “Molly, I think you should know I consider myself married to my work, etc." 

Because at this point Sherlock knows how Molly feels about him.  All the Christmas deductions plus the "three x’s… sign of romantic attachment."  And yet again, Sherlock doesn’t say it. 

For someone who had zero trouble saying those words to John when he thought John might have a romantic interest, Sherlock goes out of his way to never say those words to Molly, even after he knows she is romantically interested in him.  Even when Molly thinks that he is in love with Irene, Molly is still that helpful and loyal soul he can rely on.  He’s not going to lose her help in the lab or on his cases, so none of his potential earlier rationalizations for not telling her would apply anymore. 

Instead, Sherlock goes on to tell her things like, "You can see me.” “You do count.  You’ve always counted, and I’ve always trusted you."   "If I wasn’t everything that you think I am, everything that I think I am, would you still want to help me?"  And let’s not forget his answer to "What do you need?"  Obviously the only way to answer that was, ”You.“  ;)

So Molly helps fake his death (and keep it secret for two years) and lets him use her bedroom for a bolthole, so I think we’ve reached a pretty high level of trust between them by the beginning of season 3, where Sherlock gets yet another scene where he could have said those words. 

Yeah, so if Molly considers "have dinner” a viable ending to that sentence, Sherlock has obviously still never mentioned his “no dating” policy to her.  They have a day filled with crime solving, meaningful looks, Sherlock’s heartfelt thanks, declarations of Molly being “the one person who mattered most”, another kiss from Sherlock, and an offer to take her to dinner after all… until Sherlock and Molly finally have to acknowledge that she’s currently engaged to another man. 

And do you know when else Sherlock would have had an opportunity to tell Molly that he was married to his work and not interested in romantic entanglements?  During whatever off-screen conversation that had about saying “I love you” to each other during the whole bomb threat scene.  Of course, with the way that Molly was beaming the world’s biggest smile and rushing towards Sherlock’s favorite spot in the ending montage, I think it’s safe to say that Sherlock never said those words to her then either. 

Klaus Mikaelson Imagine: Not So Harmless

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Prompts: 13-”If I die, I’m going to haunt your ass.”,
106-”Stop being so cute.”

Summary: Reader accidentally finds out that she’s a witch and has a conversation about it with her boyfriend Klaus.

Word count:929


Originally posted by kate-kami

The times were hard for Mikaelsons. Every supernatural being in the city was turning against them and the enemies seeking revenge were emerging from every corner of the world.

So once weird things had started to happen to me I had decided to keep it to myself rather than bothering Klaus with it. I still hoped that maybe I was just being paranoid, but the hope was slowly leaving me as more unexplainable stuff was happening.

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What We once were

I truly hope so much that you like this story. It’s based of what was for months my reality. 

Plot: Y/N is in love with Harry and doesn’t understand why he cuts her off. 

Warnings: Mentions of violent behavior, however not in detail.

Picture isn’t mine which is quite sad. 

It was safe to say that I loved him far too much for my own good. Maybe it was the way he looked at me, eyes wide and full of warmth and with a hint of… wonder. He looked at me as though he was the only one who saw me as me, the person I truly was. And yet at the same time I know now that he also always saw me as somebody I couldn’t possibly be. Somebody I didn’t even want to be and now am glad I never became, even if it resulted in costing me him. To this day I think it was this misperception of his that doomed the two of us to fail.

Harry caused me so much unnecessary pain, forced me through a seemingly infinite amount of sleepless nights.

How had I ever made that man to somebody I cared about so deeply? I truly wish I hadn’t.

….Then.
I stumbled into Harry’s life at a time when the both of us felt terribly out of place. He’d befriended a friend of mine and was soon thrown into a new group of friends, one that I happened to be part of a well. Of course he was on good terms with everybody and held the attention of everyone.

It caught me by surprise when Harry and I became friends. I’d expected to be just as much of a bystander in his life as I was in the lives of the other’s but for some reason he made an effort to know me. I let him of course, gladly in fact since I was just as much pulled under his spell as the rest of us were and greedy for any bit of attention he could spare.

Soon I discovered that he was funny, kind and not half as cocky as he always pretended to be. Harry made me happy. It was far too easy to fall in love with him it happened without me even noticing.

….Now.
It would be nice if this story would turn into one of those that end with the two friends looking closely at each other, smile and then realize at the same time that the partner they had been dreaming of had been right there in front of them all along. What’s more beautiful than mindless flirtations turning into true words of love? I’ll say it right now this is definitely not that kind of story. If anything it’s the opposite.

….Then.
“You should come with us,“ Harry suggested one day.

We were queueing for coffee, something we did at least once a week since he’d introduced me to this part of the city where we’d found what was undoubtedly the best cafe ever. I’d somehow hoped he would invite me to the party tonight, but at the same time I dreaded the thought of going.

I bit my lip. “Wouldn’t I be a bit out of place?“

“Next!“ Moving quickly I informed the barista of our orders and payed for them both before following Harry who’d already walked over to the side of the counter where our coffee’s would be served. He smiled when I followed him.

“Rubbish,“ Harry spoke, grinning at me with that smile I thought about far too often when alone, “You’d just stick to my side like you usually do.“

This idea I liked. Harry’s grin widened when I nodded. “Okay.“

“Great!“

Harry squeezed my shoulder before glancing to our right when’re a beautiful young woman came to a stand, checked something on her phone and then moved to sit down at a table near the wall. A sour taste settled on my tongue and I cleared my throat.

“Only so that somebody’s looking after you, which isn’t a piece of cake,“ I  said, smiling when I successfully distracted his attention away form the pretty female and back to me, “Drunk Harry is a pain in the arse I’ll tell you that much.“

Harry shook his head with arched brows. „Watch it love, ’nother comment like that one and m’gonna pinch you.“

“As if you’d dare,“ I laughed, but shrieked and moved away when his fingers reached out to assault my hips. “Ouch! Be nice!“

We waited another minute or two before he thanked the barista with a warm smile while handing me my coffee.

“How much do I owe you?“ he asked, taking a sip from his mug.

“Don’t worry about it. You payed for both of us last time.“

“Oh, so now you can be nice to me, huh?“ Harry playfully nudged my side with his arm and nodded towards the exit, silently asking for us to leave. Well, less asking than demanding it.

My heart sank a little. I’d hoped we would sit down and enjoy our coffees together and through that prolong our time spent alone with one another, but I assumed he already had other plans.

“I’ll pick you up at ten,“ Harry informed me out on the street, his hand a constant warmth at the small of my back. “That way we’ll be an hour later than everybody else and there when the fun really starts.“

I rolled my eyes. “Sure. Whatever you say.“

“That’s the spirit,“ Harry joked, laughing when I glared at him, “I’ll see you then.“

My heart skipped a beat when he leaned in, lips finding my cheek in a lingering kiss before he allowed his arms to wrap around my waist in a tight embrace. The untamable curls of his tickled my neck when he let his face nuzzle my skin momentarily and I giggled in delight, heart thrumming heavily upon hearing him quietly chuckle.

“I’ll see you later,“ I confirmed, more to myself than to him in order to soften the sting of us having to part, “Bye, Harry.“

I squeezed him to me one more time before letting him release me. He stepped back and for a moment I believed to see something change in his eyes. With a final wave he made his way towards the taxi station nearby while I turned to walk to the nearest bus stop.

..

Harry’s hand was holding mine tightly (his doing, not mine), our fingers intertwined and my heart singing. I smiled and let him pull me with him as he went to say hello to all of the people he knew at the bar, which were many. Nobody questioned our interlaced hands and my cheeks warmed at the thought of people not doubting for a moment that I could belong to Harry’s side.
While Harry spoke to one of his friends my eyes scanned the faces of the people around us and to my distaste found the all too familiar and rather attractive features of Cherry, Her evil eyes glared at me briefly before widening upon noticing Harry, her desire for him as clear to see for everybody as her red painted lips were. I shuddered and turned more into Harry’s side, reminding myself that it was me he’d asked to come with him and not her. I didn’t look but I could feel her angered gaze of jealously on my frame. I couldn’t fight the smile pulling at my lips. The next person I was was Jake, a friend, who smiled and raised his hand in a short wave. I waved back. Him I quite liked.

“Y/N!“

Harry’s eyes found mine briefly before he released my hand and let my friend Lucy embrace me so tightly I could hardly breathe.
When she let go again I was immediately forced into a conversation with her and before I could do anything to stop her she pulled me away and out of Harry’s sight.

The night turned out to be fun though, especially when Harry joined me shortly after saying hello to Cherry and only left my side after an hour when our friend Riley suddenly came hurrying towards us, saying that he needed to talk to Harry. I watched him walk away longingly.

“You know,“ Lucy began while biting onto the blue straw of her drink, “he really likes you.“

“We’re best friends,“ I shrugged, turning to her, “He better like me.“

“No, silly,“ Lucy rolled her eyes and nudged my arm, “I mean he fancies you. Maybe not as much as you do him since you’re practically head over heels for that guy, but still. I’m sure if you were to say anything he’d be happy to go out with you.“

With flushed cheeks I looked around us, hoping nobody had heard her words.

“I don’t want to risk anything,“ I confessed quietly, “I’d rather be his friend than be nothing at all. Besides, it’s the guy who has to take the first step, not the girl.“

At that Lucy laughed loudly, her long hair fell over her shoulders and I briefly admired how pretty she was.

“Welcome to the 21st century, Y/N. And don’t you think he already made the first step? Several times, actually? Think about it. He invited you here to come with him. He escorts you home every time you’re out late with us and he constantly calls or texts you. Jake told me the other day that he drove past the two of you when Harry was walking you home and he didn’t dare stop to say Hi, thinking he might otherwise interrupt something.

“Jake is being funny then,“ I replied, ignoring the heavy squeeze my heart gave, “Harry is like that with many girls.“

“But only with you it is real.“

I didn’t reply any further and did my best to change the subject, silently urging my heart to calm down. I wished Lucy’s words were true. I wanted Harry to adore me as much as I adored him.

….Now.
Harry didn’t adore me as much as I adored him. It was about one week after that night that he told Lucy he hated me. 
Her expression had been one of pity and I could tell it was hard for her to speak the words, fully aware that they would break my heart, but I’d begged her to tell me what it was I had done to make Harry draw away from me. And that was all she got out of him.
Harry hated me, wanted nothing to do with me and felt as though he had absolutely no place for me in his life anymore. 
And while my world shattered at his sudden change of heart, he seemingly stayed unaffected.

“What can I say,“ Lucy recalled his words were, “I guess when one door closes, another one opens.“

But I’m getting ahead of myself.

….Then.
I continued to speak to Lucy and drink, though I made sure not to get drunk so I would be sober should Harry decide to get wasted. I was to keep my word and take care of him, which I didn’t mind at all.

“Can’t believe you’re doing this for him,“ Lucy said, brows arched, “Make sure that he’s actually drunk this time.“

I rolled my eyes, remembering with a foul taste in my mouth when Harry had pretended to be drunk and forced me to drag him home, making me then walk back to my apartment alone and in the middle of the night only to later on reveal that it had all been an act.

“Wanted to see if you were a good friend or not,“ Harry had laughed after humiliating me in front of everybody, “And you passed!“

It hurt me how easily he could play with my feelings for him and I know that I should have left him then. But of course I had instead forgiven Harry without thinking about it twice.

We were interrupted by a guy named Cory. His tall figure loomed over the two of us and he looked very much out of breath. Though he didn’t know me it was my face his eyes instantly found.

“Y/N, right? You need to come with me. Now.“

I was grabbed without further explanation and dragged with such quick steps it was difficult for me to keep up. I was confused and wondered what a guy I didn’t even knew could want from me.

Though when we reached outside I realized it wasn’t Cory who needed something from me, but Jake.

My good and kind friend Jake was crying. His body shook and his face resembled the color of a sheet of paper. The blue of his eyes was swimming in tears and the evident fear in his orbs frightened me. My stomach turned when I noticed how his right cheek shone with a flaming shade of red. I stumbled towards him, heart beating heavily in my chest.

“Jake, what-“

“Y/N. No.“

I flinched at Harry’s rough words and when my surprised eyes met his I froze. With his back stood against the brick wall of the building I hadn’t noticed his presence at first but now that I looked at him not even the dark could hide the heavy movements of his chest, the raw anger in his burning eyes. Instantly my worry was for him.

“Harry? What happened?“

My eyes wandered down and the racing of my heart increased at the sight of his trembling fingers, the knuckles of his hand already swollen.

I moved towards him and reached out for his arm before my brain could catch up. “Oh god, Harry, are you alright?“

Tears threatened to form at the sight of the one I loved in pain. Harry gently squeezed my fingers.

“I’m okay, love, don’t worry. Go. I don’t need you to see this.“ This time his tone was kind.

I turned to look at Jake. He’d shrunk back when I’d moved to stand by Harry’s side instead of his and I noticed how his tears increased, smearing his flaming cheek. I didn’t understand and desperately searched for answers in Harry’s face, but his expression had already hardened again. It was when his dark eyes found Jake’s trembling form that I realized what had happened. There was no kindness in his stare.

I let go of Harry’s hand and stepped back. “Harry, what did you do?“

Jake sobbed, breaking my heart further. I felt tears burn my eyes and roll onto my cheeks before I could stop them and I turned to look at the friend I felt was like my brother. With my entirety shaking I stepped closer and tried to reach for his hand.

“Are you okay?“ It was a stupid question to ask somebody who was so clearly devastated.

Jake nodded.

“Y/N,“ Harry growled form behind me, “Leave him be and go back inside. You have no business here so stay out of it.“

His voice was back to being harsh.

Still I pressed on.

“Did Harry do that?“

I didn’t need Jake’s nod to know the answer to my question.

It wasn’t the first time I’d been a witness to Harry’s short temper. He’d lashed out at people before my eyes more times than I liked to admit, but never before at one of our friends.
Never somebody we cared about. 

At first he would always scream and if the person confronted then didn’t step back, Harry would let his muscular physic do the talking.
I’d been so frightened when it had happened for the first time as I before that incident only knew him as a kind, warm and loving guy who did everything he could for his friends. Upon meeting him I wouldn’t have ever believed he’d be the type to solve his problems with physical strength, but over time I’d learned that if you push the false buttons, he could get as angry as a hurricane and destroy everything around him.
Normally he always tried to make sure I didn’t see.

“Oh Jake,“ I cried and moved to hug him.

Harry made a sound like I imagined a wild tiger would right before killing his prey.

“Y/N, I swear to god, go the fuck inside!“

“Stop it, Harry! Can’t you see you’ve done enough?“ I was properly sobbing now, “What the hell were you thinking? You hit Jake!“

“That prick deserved it,“ Harry spoke cruelly, “Didn’t you, you little shit?“

“Hey man, calm down, okay? I think he gets it,“ Cory intervined.

He’d stayed silent until now.

Jake’s swimming orbs found my face. “I’m going home.“

I brushed my hands against the wet skin of my cheeks and nodded. My friend’s scared eyes found the man’s who stood behind me before quietly continuing.

“Come with me.“

“She’s staying, aren’t you, Y/N?“ Harry’s tone was almost mocking, “She came here with me so she stays until I take her home. She doesn’t need you to do that.“

My head hurt and I shook my head. Breathing was difficult.

“Jake,“ I whimpered, “Just go, okay? Text me when you’re home.“

I knew my reply disappointed him but at the same time it was hardly a surprise. Of course I would stand by Harry’s side still. Of course there wasn’t anyone who I would choose over him. Harry knew it, too and grinned at the both of us with an unfamiliar shade of evil in his eyes.

I faintly heard him mumble the words Good girl.

My stomach turned.

“I can go home by myself.“

Jake moved to leave and when I turned to look at Harry his expression had changed from one of anger to one of surprise. I noticed that his eyes were back to their clear green color that wasn’t at all frightening and when I took a step back and out of his reach he frowned.

“Y/N,“ he spoke softly, “C’mon. I’ll take you home later.“

I shook my head. “I want to leave now.“

He sighed. “We’ll leave now, then.“

Once more he reached out to touch me and just like before I flinched away from his touch. The blood on his hand made me sick.

“I said I can go by myself, Harry.“

..

Any other person would have understood.

Of course I couldn’t bear to be in the presence of the male who’d just inflicted such pain and fear on one of my closest friends. It was all too much and I cried on my way home, thankful that the taxi driver didn’t dare asking what the matter was.

Jake texted me that he was fine and though none of what happened was my fault I apologized profoundly for what Harry had done.
But that was it. I didn’t offer to come over and take care of him, in fact I didn’t address the subject at all anymore the moment I found out what had happened.
Apperaantly Jake had run his mouth about something Harry didn’t like and before he’d been able to react or apologize Harry’d already begun to inflict physical pain on him, completely void of any compassion for his friend.

I felt bad, I really did, and though I was angry and upset with Harry, the fear of him resenting me should I side too much with Jake kept me from being a good friend to him.

I picked Harry without even consciously making the choice.

..

When I went to tell Lucy about what happened the night before she said that she already knew. Harry had told her everything after I’d left him standing outside the bar.

“He was pretty pissed at you,“ she said with worried eyes, “Said he doesn’t want to see you anymore.“

I shuddered. “Maybe I should call him. Talk things out.“

But he didn’t pick up. Not the first time I tried and not the fifth either. He didn’t even respond to my messages.

Slowly I could feel myself freak out. We’d had some spats here and there, arguments that had made him shut me out and avoid talking to me, but so far whenever I reached out to apologize he warmed up and welcomed me back at his side.

Only this time I honestly felt like there was nothing for me to apologize for. I wasn’t the one who’d laid hand on Jake, who’d commanded a friend around as though they were my property and I hadn’t been the one to spoil the whole night for everyone.

“Just apologize to him,“ Lucy advised after I’d spent three days with absolutely no word from Harry, “He’s on good terms with Jake again. After letting out his aggression Harry accepted Jake’s effort of making things okay.“

“Good for them,“ I said, genuinely meaning it, “But there is nothing I could apologize for and nothing that I did wrong that night. Harry knows that, too.“

In all honesty I felt as though it was Harry’s turn to apologize to me. So many times before had it been me who’d tried and tried to reach out for him to make things right, often I even let myself down just to please him and that just couldn’t happen again.
I would wait, I decided, wait for him to respond to one of my innocent messages, hoping desperately that this choice wouldn’t cost me him. 

But of course that was exactly the price I had to pay for not backing down this time.

….Now.
Harry could be so kind. He was the first person to be there for me when I was in trouble, he always protected me against anything and anyone who made me uneasy and most importantly through him I experienced a never before encountered feeling of being needed. 

To him I was important and he appreciated me every day.

At times he was gentle and funny, blushing whenever he managed to make me laugh and his eyes would sparkle so lovingly it made my heart flutter.

He wasn’t all manipulative, arrogant and selfish.

I think Harry liked to think of me as an obedient and kind girl that wasn’t difficult to keep around. And he most certainly knew I was in love with him. So when I chose not to let myself down and apologize for standing up to him he was surprised and angry.
I’d proven his perception of me wrong and this newly discovered girl wasn’t who he had much use to.

….Then.
Never before in my life had I cried so hard. It was like I couldn’t breathe, my chest was crushed under an immense weight and I was robbed of any feeling of comfort. Some nights it got so bad I was hysterical and trashed around in my bed with no hope of finding rest. It felt like I was forcefully ripped open and everything Harry had left in my heart was taken away. Left was a sickening emptiness.

I was devastated.

Harry hadn’t responded to any attempt I’d made at reaching out and after a while I had been forced to give up. So instead I sent Lucy to talk to him and find out what he believed I did wrong only for her to come back with the most awful news.

“Harry was so angry, Y/N,“ Lucy had said, voice quiet and careful, “So much so he acted completely indifferent. He said that you know exactly what you did, that he hates you for it and never wants to see you again.“

She might as well have knocked me out.

Lucy nervously toyed with her hands. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. There really was nothing I could do to calm him.“

..

Hearing that the person you love feels hate towards you is the most intense kind of heart break that can be inflicted upon you by a loved one. Any sense of warmth is sucked out of you, your skin is in a constant state of shudder and your heart might as well not be there. The sickness you may feel before sitting through an important exam or before your first day at a new job, that kind of nerve wrecking sickness doesn’t ever go away again.

Your body is always on alert. Not even sleep brings rest.
It is pure torture to bear a broken heart and it takes so much time until it gets better.

..

The crying didn’t stop and I had no control over it. My eyes began to tear up without me noticing and due to the constant ache in my heart it was difficult to tell when my body was overwhelmed by it. During those times I searched for solitude and refused to spend time with the large group of people I’d once called my friends. Lucy and a small handful of them were the only ones I wanted to be around, anyone else I knew would instantly go and tell Harry about the pitiful state I was in.
And he didn’t need to know how much him leaving me had shattered my entire being.

To my luck the intense pain, confusion and disappointment followed a lot of anger. Like, more anger than I ever knew I was capable of feeling. That helped so much and for the first time I could feel myself slowly getting close to feeling okay again.

Because honestly: How dare he put me aside like I was a used doll to him? How dare he pretend like I wasn’t the best friend he had? How dare he act as if I hadn’t always put him first, before myself even?

I hissed in anger at the mere thought of all the things I’d done for him, every sacrifice, every time I let myself down to please him. If he messed up, I was there to help make things right, if he was upset, I was there to cheer him up. Me, me me. Always Me.
And now what? I had cried at the sight of my friend in pain and that made ma a traitor?

“I’m okay,“ I told Lucy one afternoon after she asked me how I was coping. Five weeks had passed since Harry had stopped talking to me and I was happy to admit that my words were only half a lie.

“That’s good,“ she gave me a small smile before her expression hardened and she looked away. “He asked about you today.“

I almost chocked on my tea. Lucy elaborated: “I ran into him at the cafe he likes so much. He asked where I was going and when I told him he wanted to know how you were doing.“

“What did you say?“ I wondered, my voice much steadier than I expected.

She peered up at me form under her lashes. “That you were good.“

I nodded. “Good.“

“I also asked if I should talk to you and help him make things right again.“ Lucy looked at me expectantly.

With brows arched in surprise I cleared my throat. “You did? What did he say?“

“Nothing he just shook his head. But that’s only because he’s prideful, Y/N, trust me. If you were to call him now I’m certain he would want to talk.“

Slowly I raised the mug I held in both hands to my lips and took a sip. When I looked at her again I knew my slightly puffy eyes were hard.

“Well, I’m not going to.“

“You should,“ Lucy protested, “Put you both out of your misery.“

I shook my head. “He’s the one who acts as if I did the worst possible thing to him when in reality I have done nothing. No, I am definitely not going to crawl back to him like a whipped dog that learned its lesson and damn him if he thinks I will. Maybe he regrets being a dick to me but then it sure as hell means that it’s his turn to come back. After all, he’s the one that left.“

When I finished I was out of breath and my hands trembled.

“I didn’t know you were this angry,“ Lucy admitted, her eyes holding surprise, “I expected you to be happy about these news.“

“Well I’m not,“ I answered, “This is just another stupid test of his and after crying every night for almost a month now I no longer care if I fail it.“

“He told me you were the one who left.“

I gaped at her. “What?“

She shrugged. “In his version of the story you’re the one who backed away form him after what happened to Jake. He thinks you are the one who left.“

Once more my body was set on fire with anger.
“That’s what this is about?“ I cried, “He hates me for not holding the hand he used to beat my friend with?“

Lucy bit her lip, then she nodded.

“Fuck him then,“ I said harshly, “What a self centered prick. I was frightened sick and he is so selfish that me taking a step back and insisting that I needed a moment alone is enough for him to throw us away?“

There was a pause of silence and slowly my breathing calmed again.

Lucy cleared her throat. “Okay, well… it’s your choice. I just know how much you care for him and even after everything he did I’m sure he cares about you just as much. And as your friend I must say that I can’t bear to see you so hurt all the time.“

At that I smiled kindly. “If he cared as much about me as I do for him he wouldn’t be spending all of his time with Cherry at his side.“

Lucy’s face fell. “I didn’t think you knew about that.“

I shrugged. “Hard not to. Her Instagram is full with pictures of them together. Her hugging him, him holding her waist, them dancing. He doesn’t seem to miss me too much.“

“She’s a distraction and has a pretty head that is as empty as a head can be,“ Lucy spoke harshly, “He knows that she is nothing compared to the friendship he had with you.“

I shrugged once more. “He doesn’t seem to mind. And as long as he doesn’t try to come back to me with a solid apology I couldn’t care less if Cherry bores him out of his mind.“

..

Nights were still the worst. That was when my head was haunted by every moment I ever spent with Harry, every laugh we shared, every touch. My poor heart was tortured with the memory of him kissing my cheek, leaving the skin hot and burning. I was reminded of the wide smile he wore whenever he saw me and the look of his arms held open wide for me to step into.

What I found myself missing most though was his smell. I’d grown to love his scent, found it comforting and every night I feared I would forget it one day.

Nights were when I allowed myself to cry and mourn the hope of love I’d lost with him.

I missed laughing with him, because he was still the funniest person I knew. I longed to hear him talk, because he had such a smart mind. I couldn’t bear to think that I would never get to feel his arms around me again and it hurt to imagine that I would never have his protection again.

After giving him so much importance in my life it was difficult to cope without him. But I did. And after two months of no word of him, it truly was no longer a lie when I said that I was feeling good.

..

It was almost like he knew that my heard had mended and I believed he understood that as his cue to come back and fuck me up again.
I stared at my phone with shock. I had one missed call from Harry and four new texts.

Hey.

How are you?

Can we talk?

Sorry.

Almost three months. That was how long he’d waited to reach out again. More than 40 nights of crying, more than 30 days of feeling like I was only a shell of myself.
And all I got was a Hey. How are you? Can we talk? Sorry. 
A ‘Sorry’ was all that my pain was worth.

„Fuck you, Harry,“ I muttered.

I reached for the device sitting before me, unlocked the screen and pressed onto the message until the small window popped up.

Are you sure you want to delete this chat? My phone asked.

I didn’t hesitate to press yes.

….Now.
To this day I knew that there was nobody I loved as deeply as I did Harry.

Even after doing everything in his power to break my heart, I can’t help the small jump out of rhythm and the tiny squeeze it gives whenever I happen to see his face somewhere. So many years have past and both of our lives are so different now.

We don’t speak. We don’t reach out.

But his stare lingers when he sees my face and so does mine. It’s as if we’re both reminded of who we once were and for a moment we wonder what we’ve become.

Thank you for reading this! 
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Blackmail // Mark Lee

Summary: In which the building owner blackmails you into going on a date with his nephew… who turns out to be really cute???

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 3521

A/N: I feel like this title sounds kinda angsty, but I promise that this story is 100% fluff. I had a really good nap the other day, and from this nap, this lil scenario arose so.. yeah, hope you enjoy! :D Feel free to request!

Omg this scenario took so much longer to write than I expected, and it ended up so much longer than I thought it would oh ma lawwwwd. Well, I love Mark Lee, and hope you like this :)

Originally posted by nctmark

“And here… is the kitchen! What do you think?” 

You beamed at your brother, finding it cute how excited he was about the apartment. “It’s great bro, I’m so happy for you.” 

He laughed and said, “Well, don’t be too happy yet. We still have to actually sign all the paperwork. There’s another person apparently coming down to look at it later, so fingers crossed they hate it!” 

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his statement, and just as you were preparing a sarcastic comment to respond with, there was a knock at the door. You looked towards your brother, questioningly, to which he responded, “That’s probably the building owner.” 

Your brother went to answer the front door, and you followed behind, low-key smoothing your shirt down, wanting to make a good first impression that could hopefully help your brother get the place. He greeted the owner, whose name seemed to be Minjoon, before introducing the two of you. You made sure to be extra nice, remembering all your manners and laughing at all the terrible jokes he made. 

One thing you found out about Minjoon was that he really, really liked to talk. Each time you tried to push the conversation towards the direction of the contracts, Minjoon remembered another story that he just had to tell. You were getting used to his constant talking about himself, so needless to say, you were a little surprised when he asked you what grade you were in. “I’m a senior in high school,” you replied. He nodded thoughtfully, then sat up straighter, a much more serious look on his face. 

“Here’s the thing, I like you guys. I really want to be able to give this apartment to you. However, I already told this person that he could take a look at this house. Since he is willing to pay me more for it, if he says yes to this place, he takes priority.” 

Your brother chewed at his bottom lip, concern clearly painted over his features. You knew how much he wanted to finally move out of your parents’ basement, and he was really hopeful about this apartment. You let out a nervous breath as Minjoon continued: 

“However, I think there’s a way that we can make that all.. go away.” 

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, I have a nephew who is around Y/N’s age––sweet kid, a big looker––and I would like for her to go on a date with him. I’ve been bugging him about getting more involved with the ladies, but he keeps avoiding the topic. If not a date, he’s got to at least have some female friends.”

You couldn’t help but gape at the suggestion, disbelief flooding your body. Before you could respond, your brother stated “I’m sorry, but I really don’t believe my sister would feel comfortable with that situation.” You smiled at him gratefully, looking back at Minjoon to see what he would say. 

“It seems I did not make myself clear. If Y/N does not go on a date with my nephew, you have no chance of getting this apartment.”

“I guess I’m not get––”

“I’ll do it.”

Your brother’s head whipped towards you, shocked at your sudden outburst. You gave him a reassuring smile, and whispered, “Don’t worry, it’s just one date.” 

Needless to say, Minjoon was very happy. He gave you all of his nephew’s contact information, and told you when and where to meet him. Before you left, he reminded you that your brother’s apartment was still in his hands, and that if you did not show up to the date, your brother could say goodbye to any chance of getting an apartment any time soon. 

As you left the complex, you turned towards your brother, who had been thanking you ever since you walked out the apartment door. 

“You owe me bro.”

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You stood outside the small cafe, nervously fidgeting with your hands. You felt terrible for judging before you met the guy, but the fact that his uncle had to blackmail you into going out with him had you a little worried. You took a deep breath before finally walking in, looking around the busy cafe for any sign of someone who was waiting for you. It took a while before you realized that he didn’t know what you looked like either, so you took out your phone and shot him a text. 

You: Hello? 
???: Hi… 
You: Um… I’m Y/N, the girl who you’re uncle wanted you to meet…
???: Oh, I’m really sorry about that. Are you here?
You: Yeah, I’m at the front of the cafe. 

Your eyes roamed around the room thoroughly, wondering which one of these customers would be the one you were meeting today. You chewed at your lip, your nerves taking over as you thought about what, or who, rather, was in store for you. 

???: Look to your left.

Your head flew to the side, the sick feeling of anticipation growing in your stomach. You had no idea what to expect, and that was kind of scary for you. However, when your eyes landed on the blonde-haired boy in the glasses and the pink hoodie who was waving at you, you were more surprised than anything else. 

He was cute. Scratch that, he was really cute. You walked over to him slowly, almost doubting that this was the person you were supposed to meet. He stood up as you got closer, giving you a bow that you returned. He motioned for you to sit across from him, and a moment of awkward silence passed between the two of you. Not being able to take it anymore, he tried to start a conversation. 

“Um.. I’m going to be honest, I didn’t think you were going to show up today.”

You smiled, “Well, I’m a pretty good sister, so I’m trying to do whatever I can to get my brother into that apartment.”

He winced a bit at your statement, then moved his hand to rub the back of his neck sheepishly, “yeah, I’m really sorry about that. My uncle can be really crazy sometimes. This is not the first time he’s blackmailed someone into going on a date with me. I keep telling him to stop, but he won’t listen to me…”

You laughed, thankful that the awkward atmosphere was gone.

“By the way, I didn’t catch your name.”

“Oops, my bad. My name’s Mark… Mark Lee.”

“Well Mark, if you don’t mind me asking… why does your uncle feel the need to get dates for you? You definitely could get them yourself if you tried.”

Your hand flew to your mouth as your face flushed, shocked that you had let the compliment slip from your lips. His face too turned a rosy pink as he looked down at his clasped hands in embarrassment.

“Thank you for that, but it’s not because I can’t get dates… it’s because I don’t want to.”

Your eyebrow quirked up teasingly at his statement, questioning how he phrased his sentence. He responded by widening his eyes and shaking his head and hands rapidly before justifying himself:

“No! That’s not what I meant! I just meant that I’m not interested in dating any of the girls from my school!”

You couldn’t contain your laughter anymore as you watched the flustered boy struggle to find the right words. He was a little surprised at your sudden outburst, but soon realized that you were simply messing with him.

“Oh…”

When you finally calmed down, you faced him again, genuine curiousity on your face:

“Why aren’t you interested in dating girls from your school?”

“Well, the girls from my school are all really rich and preppy… They always act like they’re entitled to everything, and that’s something that I just can’t stand.”

You nodded your head in understanding before asking another question: “I get that there are some people like that…all the girls though?”

He nodded, “In freshman year, there were still people who were nice and humble, but as we got older, more and more people started to become assholes.”

You broke out in a smile at his choice of words, and you could’ve sworn you saw a tinge of red on his cheeks. After a short moment, he cleared his throat and spoke again: “So do you want something to drink? My treat since my uncle basically forced you to come here.”

“Iced tea is fine, thanks, but I’m paying next time.”

He furrowed his brows, confusion written on his face, “Next time?”

You smiled at his CUTE reaction, “Yes, next time. You’re pretty okay Mark Lee, I think we’d be good friends.“

This time, you could clearly see the red on his cheeks. After a quick, “I’d like that,” he ran off to pay for the drinks, leaving you with an amused smile on your face.

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“Yo, yo, yo, Mark Lee!” you yelled out playfully as he walked over to your table. He rolled his eyes at your loud greeting before sitting down across from you.

After your—surprisingly successful—date with him a few months back, the two of you became inseparable. His uncle was happy, which meant your brother was happy, which meant you were happy, and luckily, you had gained a new friend along the way. Mark Lee was literally the best friend you ever had: he was sweet, caring, funny, a little crazy, and most of all, he knew exactly what to do whenever you were stressed or sad or angry about something. So, it wasn’t too much of a surprise when you found yourself growing fond of the boy, developing more than just platonic feelings for him and his goofy smile. You felt your heartbeat quicken whenever he slung his arm around your shoulder and your breath caught in your throat whenever he laughed. It was really stressing you out, and Mark, being Mark, could totally tell.

“Y/N?…Y/N!”

You shook your head and blinked before finally responding, “Huh?”

Mark chuckled before pressing a finger against your head and giving it a light push.

“You zoned out dumbass. You’ve been really out of it lately…are you sure you’re okay?”

You nodded unconvincingly. The problem with Mark being your best friend was that you had no one else to go to to talk about your problems. That meant you had to keep everything bottled up inside, which you weren’t very good at dealing with, and that made you even more stressed out, and well… it just wasn’t great for you. So you decided to try to relieve some of your stress by striking up “theoretical” situations with Mark in hopes that his obliviousness—Thank God for that—would keep him from figuring out you were actually talking about you.

“Actually… well I’ve got a classmate in my homeroom and she’s been talking to me about a problem she’s been having…” you began.

Mark nodded, encouraging you to continue.

“It’s this classmate she has… they’ve been getting to be super close friends, and she’s starting to develop some more-than-friends feelings, if you know what I mean… And well, she’s so stressed out about it that it’s got me stressed out. What do you think I should tell her?” 

You bit your lip, awaiting his answer. He hummed thoughtfully before responding: “Well, what’s keeping her from telling him?”

“She doesn’t want to ruin their friendship. They’ve got a good thing going right now.” 

“Ah, I see. Well, that’s totally understandable, but if she really likes him, shouldn’t see tell him? He might like her too!” Mark beamed. 

His bright optimism was so infectious that you found yourself smiling too. Unfortunately, if also caused you to realize that if your confession caused you to lose him, you wouldn’t be able to live. You needed Mark in your life, so you selfishly kept your feelings to yourself.

“Thanks Mark, I’ll tell her…”

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“I’ll get it!” you screamed when the doorbell rang. You rushed downstairs, expecting the package you ordered a week ago, but instead, you found Mark Lee. Unable to contain your disappointment, you let a small pout form on you face as you moved aside to let him in. 

“You’re early.”

“Yeah, and you don’t seem too happy about it.”

You shook your head before smiling brightly at him, “Sorry, I was just expecting my package to come today. But instead I got you,” you teased. 

Mark stuck his tongue out at you before replying, “You love me.” 

You laughed bitterly at his statement, him not knowing just how true it was. Just as the two of you were about to make your way upstairs, your parents came in the room. 

“Mark!” They exclaimed excitedly. Ever since the two of you became friends, your parents have loved Mark. They thought he was incredibly kind and sweet, and they were right about that. They actually often told you how perfect of a boyfriend he would be, and would drop hints whenever he was around to embarrass you. It was terrible. 

“Hi Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N!”

“Well, you just keep getting more and more handsome every time I see you, doesn’t he Y/N?” your mother questioned. 

“Mom~” you whined, your cheeks flushing a light pink. 

“Okay, okay, well you kids have fun alright? We’ll be gone until tomorrow afternoon, so make sure you guys eat your meals and stay safe!” 

You gave both of your parents quick hugs and kisses goodbye before dragging Mark up the stairs to your room. You jumped on the bed as soon as you entered, and Mark followed in suit after placing his bag in the corner of the room. 

“So, what movie do you want to watch today?” you asked, having no clue yourself. After comfortably adjusting himself against the headboard, Mark simply shrugged, to which you responded with a light snort. 

“I guess we’re scrolling through Netflix.” 

After a good 20 minutes of browsing and being totally indecisive, you guys settled on watching “The BFG,” bringing both of you back to your childhood. Watching movies with Mark was basically just an excuse for the two of you to cuddle. He laid propped up against the pillows on your bed, and you snuggled close to him, head on his chest and his arm around your shoulders. It was a position perfectly comfortable for the both of you, but recently, it’s been difficult for you to just focus on the movies you watched. You could hear his heart beating steadily against his chest, and his slow, systematic breathing. You could feel his warmth against your cheek and smell the scent of his cologne off his shirt. You were completely encapsulated with thoughts of him that you didn’t even notice when your eyelids started fluttering close. 

You woke up tangled up with Mark, closer than either of you had even been before. The two of you had fallen asleep together, something that you’d never done before, and during the night, you apparently did some serious cuddling. Your face was pressed in his neck, your lips just centimeters away from his collarbone. His chin rested on top of your head and his arms circled your waist, one hand resting on the small of your back and the other on your hip. Your own arms were wound around his waist, your hands coming into contact with his bare back, where his shirt had ridden up. Your bare legs were tangled between his, and you swore your body was on fire. When you finally had the courage to move, you looked up at his face only to find him dangerously close––and awake. He smiled smugly at you before whispering in his hoarse morning voice, “Morning, beautiful.” 

You immediately felt your face heat up, and you quickly untangled yourself from him. 

“I’m going to wash up,” you stated quickly, before walking to the bathroom and splashing cold water on your face. 

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Tears streamed down your cheek as you watched the last of the sun disappear along the horizon. Earlier that day, you had found out that your parents had gotten into a car crash, and your dad was still unconscious in the hospital. Your mom was recovering, so the doctors said that you couldn’t visit her until tomorrow. How could everything have gone so wrong so quickly? 

Lost in your own thoughts, you didn’t notice a figure taking a seat beside you. He scooted closer to you until your shoulders were touching, and only then did you look up. Well, you could’ve guessed who it was: Mark Lee. As soon as your eyes met his, you broke down, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt and sobbing into his shoulder. He met you with open arms and placed gentle, reassuring kisses to the top of your head. 

You don’t know how long you cried, but when you started getting dehydrated, Mark took you bye the hand and pulled you toward your house. 

He gave you water and made you food, and he didn’t get upset or frustrated when you told him you weren’t hungry. He brought you upstairs and let you lay your head on his chest again, and you stayed their until you fell asleep, with him gently stroking your hair and humming sweet songs to you. 

That was the day that you realized you really could not accept just being friends with Mark anymore. 

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A few days after Mark comforted you, your father woke up, leaving you happy and relieved. You spent all your free time visiting your parents, tending to their every need and making sure they were comfortable. That meant that for the past few days, you didn’t really get to see Mark, and you were starting to miss him a lot. You had already decided that you were going to confess to him, but you just didn’t know when. 

When you mother and father were finally discharged from the hospital, you decided that it was time for you to face your fears and talk to Mark about your feelings. 

You: Hey Mork Leeeeeee~~
Mork: Hey! Look whose alive :P
You: Haha, very funny
Mork: But seriously, how are your parents doing?
You: Much better, thanks, they’re finally home, and the doctors cleared them for daily activity, so that’s a relief. 
Mork: Yes it is.. listen, if it’s okay with you, can we hang out today?
You: Oh, did Markie-poo miss me?
Mark: Yes I did, you dork. Now, meet you at the café in half an hour?
You: See you there. 

You took a deep breath. 
I guess this is it…

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As you waited in front of the café, you remembered the first time that you stood there. You were even more nervous now than you were then. How in the hell were you going to do this? While you were in the midst of convincing yourself to turn around, run away, and never look back again, your phone rang, waking you up from your thoughts. It was Mark, and he was no doubt wondering where you were. Instead of picking up, you simply walked into the café and made your way to the table where the two of you always sat. 

“Sorry I’m late, I was…daydreaming.”

“Daydreaming?”

“Yes, daydreaming.”

“About what?”

You took a deep breath. It was now or never.”

“Uh… it was kinda about you.”

He nearly choked on his drink, looking at you with a shocked expression. His doe eyes had doubled in size, and you couldn’t help but think he looked incredibly cute like that. “M-Me?”

“You see, remember when I told you about that classmate of mine? Well–”

“You were talking about yourself, and your actually head over heels completely in love with me?”

It was now your turn to be surprised, “Wait Wha-How did you know?”

He chuckled before bringing his face close to yours. 

“You’re pretty obvious, you know. I may be oblivious, but not even I’m that oblivious.”

You blushed hard before shyly asking, “Then why didn’t you say anything?”

Mark only grinned: “I wanted to make sure you were comfortable with it first before confessing. You obviously were still dealing with some problems, and I was willing to wait until you were ready for the next step.”

“Wow, what a sweetheart,” you teased, secretly thankful for his thoughtfulness. 

“You know it. Well, now that we’ve both established that we like each other, I would like to officially ask you out on a date.”

You beamed brightly at him, “I’d love to.”

“Well, now that that’s out of the way, it’s time for me to do something I’ve been waiting a very long time to do.”

“And what’s that?”

He suddenly reached across the table, pulling your face closer to his own. You saw a devilish twinkle in his eyes before he pressed his lips on to yours, molding them together gently before separating. A stupid grin appeared on your face as you made the incredibly intelligent comment: “That was nice.”

He laughed wholeheartedly at you then placed a soft kiss on your cheek. 

“There’s plenty more where that came from.”

“I don’t wanna get married” - Bruce Wayne x Reader

This is just a little something that wasn’t planned. Just got the idea inspired by my own unwillingness to EVER get married (like I had a dream last night about it, as the fateful moment of saying “I do” came, I moonwalked myself out of the wedding venue…and I have recurring dreams like that often haha, so thought I’d write a story inspired by it). So here’s a little bonus story I wrote in twenty minutes, and kinda turned out weird. And don’t worry, the “smut” is coming later tonight ;-). Hope you’ll like it : 

Warning for mentions of past abused and such things that can trigger some of you. It started in my head as a funny/fluffy story and…Well as I was writing it, kinda turned a bit angsty and heavy. Sorry ‘bout that. 

My masterlist blog : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com

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-I just don’t understand sir. 

Bruce was too focused on what he was doing to even notice Alfred’s presence, fully concentrated on his case of the moment. It’s only when the butler throws a tray full of biscuits and tea in front of him that his attention shifts from the screen of his bat computer to his surrogate father. 

-Uh ? 

-”Uh ?” he says, not an ounce of intelligence in his eyes. 

-…Outch. What’s all that about Alfred ?

-Miss (Y/N). 

-What ? What about her ? Is she ok ?!

The sudden distress in Bruce’s eyes soften Alfred’s feature a bit. It was impossible not to softly smile, at the worries that filled his beloved “master” at the mere mention of your name in a conversation hinting at a “problem”.

-She’s perfectly fine yes. I believe her and the children are having a water gun war in the garden. You know. Having fun. Maybe you should join them ? 

Bruce winces at the mention of his family having fun without him. Ever since it got serious with you, right after Dick joined your family, Bruce made a promise to himself to always try to make some time for you and the boy. And when Jason, Tim and Damian joined, he tried to hold on to that promise even more but…Sometimes, he didn’t have a choice. 

He was the Batman. 

Sometimes, he couldn’t just “have fun”, and had to sacrifice his own life and happiness for the sake of Gotham City and its inhabitants.

It made his heart bleed, but he had to do it…and the fact that you were fully accepting of this, understanding it was definitely a big support. Thanks to you, and his incredibly strong will, he was able to handle everything.  And though he wished he could come up and play with you guys, have a silly moment with the love of his life and his sons, he knew he had a duty to fulfill before. 

Besides, if he wasn’t the one down there working, then it meant that it would be one of his boys or you, and he’d rather be the one sacrificing himself than any of you so…Here he was. 

With a sad look that breaks Alfred’s heart a bit, he asks :

-Alright then, what is happening ? What about her ? 

-Well, I have just one question sir. 

-Go ahead Al’. 

-Do you love her ? 

-Yes. More than life itself. More than anything else but you damn well know that. 

-Just making sure. And I lied. I actually don’t just have one question, but two. 

Bruce sighs, something is telling him that his butler is mad at him, and he doesn’t even know why. Or what it got to do with you. 

-Alright. Go ahead Alfred. Ask away. 

The man who raised the Batman was suddenly very serious. His face was stoic and a bit harsh, and it was clear he meant business. With a strong and resolved voice, he looks at the one he came to call “son” and says : 

-Why the Hell haven’t you propose to Miss (Y/N) yet ? 

-Uh ? 

-Here again with the stupid “uh ?”. You understood me Master Bruce. Why didn’t you put a ring on Miss (Y/N)’s finger ? 

Oh. So that’s what it was all about. With a chuckle, Bruce answers : 

-Oh I have. Or at least, I tried. Ten times in fact. 

Wh…what ? Alfred Pennyworth never felt so stunned in his entire life. What the hell did that even mean ? 

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Would You Rather...

“Thank you so much for doing this for me, Y/N! Rather have some company on my way to work than drive alone.”

She’s settling herself into the passenger’s seat when James beams at her, his expression excited as he helps her with the seatbelt.

“Seatbelt’s a bit tricky here ehh! But anytime, anytime.”

She’s watched tons of these carpool karaoke skits, each with an inspiring artist sitting on the spot she’s so lucky to be in now. She’s been excited about this ever since she got the call, the fact that James had moved his show out to LA making it easier for her to confirm. The both of them went over where the cameras were located before filming started, and when she asked what tracks they’d be karaok-ing to or what questions he’ll be asking, he just would not spill. So that makes her just a tad nervous if she’s being honest.

But she knows, or at least hopes, that any real bad uh-oh’s will be edited out for her sake.

So no, it’s not unexpected at all when the first track that pops up is her latest single, and right off the bat they’re belting out the lyrics and having a grand time.

With breaks for questions between songs, James is sure to ask about the new unreleased album, commenting and complementing her on the sound.

When they come to a red light at the corner of the street and they’re spotted by fans who begin to ask for pictures and autographs, Y/N has to look apologetically at James, giving him a desperate look before softly saying she’ll be quick.

She takes a bit of time to hug and sign whatever items are being shoved at her, taking an occasional picture before she waves James over to join her. And he can’t quiet say no. A lot of celebrities don’t normally do this, they’d rather keep their head low and pace fast, but seeing Y/N’s interactions with her fans has him putting the car in park and joining her for group photos.

Eventually they make their way back into the vehicle and on the road again.

She apologies endlessly about having him stop, but he assures her it’s okay, that they should probably continue with what they were doing since she’s on a tight schedule.

“I think you’re gonna like this next one. Little bird told me you’re a big fan.”

And Y/N’s sure her eyes light up instantly the second Harry’s verse comes up, but she doesn’t care, she’s singing and smiling and James is doing it, too. When the song comes to an end she can’t wipe the smile off her face, and James sure does take a notice to that.

“Great song that was wasn’t it?”

Y/N can only nod in agreement.

“They’re great guys, too. Really are.”

“I bet they are lovely people.”

“You’ve never met them?”

“Oh I wish, but no unfortunately I haven’t.”

“Oh you lot would get on well. You sort of remind me of Harry in how you are with your fans.”

“Really now? I can only hope I’m half as generous. I admire him for that.”

A smirk plays on his lips now, eyes on the road but still taking notice to your words.

“Okay so I heard you absolutely hate answering these.” And James cannot hide the devious smile that’s made its way into his face.

“Oh no! I should have really asked for the itinerary on this interview.”

James can’t help but laugh.

“Okay so would you rather-”

Just by the sound of those words, Y/N knows she gonna wanna fling herself out of the car. And she’s not subtle about the fact that she detests the scenarios the questions bring by the way she bring her hand to her forehead and grunts.

“-would you rather open for Madonna, or run into Harry Styles and make a fool of yourself?”

“I hope Madonna doesn’t hold this against me, and I hope Harry Styles won’t laugh when I fall face first in front of him. I’d rather run into Harry and make a fool of myself.”

“Well that didn’t take long! Why on earth would you pick making a fool of yourself over opening for Madonna??” But James isn’t really surprised much.

“I did answer that too quickly didn’t I? And I dunno, there’s just something about Harry that I think it’d be nice to have a conversation with him, after I apologise for falling down.”

“Wait, you’re the one on the floor and YOU’LL be apologising to HIM??”

“I don’t know!! It’s the polite think to do.”

“You really are something else. But I guess it makes sense you pick Harry. He’s a great guy. Good heart, great looking too don’t you think?”

“He’s handsome, yes!” Y/N starts to gush.

And the way she begins to describe him is like she’s talking about him to her friends. She goes on and on about how nice he must be and how she’s heard nothing but good things. She tells James how she’s looked up to him as a human being since before she got big in the music industry.

“I think he’s just great all around!”

“But you haven’t even met him.” James is sure to dig at this topic, eager to hear what more she has to say about the heartthrob.

“Well I’ve heard loads of stories about how down to earth he is. And I know this sounds crazy, and you probably won’t believe me, but for some reason it’s like I do know him. Or at least like I’ve met him in another life.”

James can’t ignore the glint in her eye as she talked about him, a tone in her voice so sincere he can believe her when she says she feels like she’s met him before. And the way James is looking at her, not in any type of way like he thinks she’s completely bonkers, makes her blush.

“Oh god. James tell me you’ll edit all that out! I will kill you if that airs!”

“Oí, now my life is at stake if I don’t!”

***

When Y/N wakes up to the abnormal ringing from her phone, she doesn’t think much of it. She reaches a hand out and silences the device, not bothering to even glance at the screen. But then the buzzing begins, and she wouldn’t have been bothered if not for the fact that it won’t settle down.

All she really wants to do is sleep. She’s been doing promo non stop for the new album that she’s been looking forward to this day, her schedule clear, the only thing to do for the day is sleep. But seeing as it doesn’t look like she’s gonna get much rest with her phone buzzing like crazy,(and she would turn it off if she hadn’t put an alarm to catch the episode of Carpool Karaoke that she starred in), she reaches over for her phone, the notifications being replaced by the second with new ones.

Her eyes skim her mentions on Twitter, and oh god why!! She just wants to bury herself underneath the blankets and stay there forever. It was one thing to admire Harry Styles, but for the world to know…for Harry to know. She’s never even had a conversation with the guy and now he’s probably gonna think she’s a crazed fan.

She should really call James up and give him an ear full, but it’s out there and no amount of words she yells his way are going to change that. So she turns off her phone instead, now more than ever she needs to take the time to relax and think of how she’s going to avoid ever meeting Harry Styles.

***

Y/N doesn’t much get the chance to go out by herself, whether it be out for a jog or out for a bite, she usually has someone tag along with her. But she’s been feeling the need to have lunch by herself, and enjoy her own company. So when she arrives at the restaurant and sees a swarm of paparazzi across the street, she takes note to maintain her head low and make her way inside as quick as possible, but not once does it cross her mind as to why the irregular amount of photographers. That is until her shoulder clashes with a body too strong to ignore with out looking up to apologise to.

And she opens her mouth, but the words “sorry” don’t seem to come out, they get caught in her throat instead.

“Sorry, M'sorry ‘bout tha’, love.” And he reaches out to touch her shoulder, his hand warm on her skin. But she stays quiet still, a smile on her face.

She offer a smile to say it’s okay, she’s fine, and she’s ready to walk away before Harry calls after her, making her turn around to look at him.

And wow he’s tall. And she’s pictured meeting him a dozen times, but in her mind the situation’s always been hectic, never this casual.

“'Ello.” He gives a small wave, and takes the few steps forward to meet her. He stands hunched in front of her, his arms open at the last few strides, and with out a second thought, he’s engulfing her into a hug, his arms around her waist and his chin set on her shoulder. She can’t do much other than wrap her arms around his neck to welcome his hug. His body is warm on hers, a hug so tight she can’t remember the last time she shared a hug this amazing with anyone.

And Harry knows he’s testing his limits. It’s their first encounter and he’s hugging her like they’ve known each other for ages, but like it might be the only time he ever gets to have his arms around her. So he lingers a bit, smiling into her hair, and he’s glad to feel her relax into him, feel the air leaving her lips on his collarbone as she buries her face into his neck.

Y/N is screaming at herself inside her head. Why is she still not saying anything. She really hopes she doesn’t think she’s being rude, it’s just that she’s completely star struck. But he doesn’t seem bothered or phased by it. Instead he takes it upon himself to make conversation as he smiles down at her.

“Watched ye’ with James the other day.”

And she still doesn’t know what to say, only this time the embarrassment escalates with the addition of her cheeks burning, and she can only imagine how flushed she must look.

Harry only smiles at her reaction, proud at himself for that, but he won’t admit to it. The only reason why James had even brought him up during their ride was because Harry had mentioned Y/N once…maybe twice..or more. And yeah he’d never had a proper conversation with her, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to meet her. He’d heard amazing things about her, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t watch her in interviews often. So yeah, Harry feels accomplished at the fact that he can make her blush.

“M'honoured tha’ ye’ look up t'me. And that you picked me over Madonna.” He chuckles, giving her a half smirk. Is he trying to make her uncomfortable? She smiles anyway, nodding in shame and averting her eyes to the ground.

“I’d probably be too nervous to open for her anyway.”

“Woah, she talks.” This time a laugh.

And if he felt accomplished before, hearing her laugh makes it even better.

“Was g'na have some lunch on my own. Would rather ye’ join me. Up fo’ it?”

“Would love that, yes.”

So he leads her to a table, his palm on her lower back. And like the gentleman he is, he pulls out her chair for her and then sits directly in front of her.

“For what it’s worth, I’d asked James to cut out the bit where I went on about you.”

“Wha’? Oh tha’ hurts.”

“Oh no no, I just didn’t want that to be a thing.”

“S'okay m'just messin’ with ye’.”

“Oh ha-ha make fun of me. But at least give me credit for not falling face first!”

And Harry laughs at that.

And through out lunch he laughs at all her jokes, and she laughs at his. And he realises he quite enjoys her laugh, and her company. It feels so genuine. And he must admit it’s quite hard to make friends now a days, he usually only frequently hangs out with people he already knows. But he finds himself wanting to go out with Y/N more.

So when lunch is over and they’re getting ready to split ways, he offers her his number and promises to pick up whenever she calls.

Breaking stereotypes about inferior Fe

There are two opposed ideas people seem to have of inferior Fe: I’m a cold hermit who hates everyone and doesn’t want to socialize ever because people are gross or I’m uncomfortable with feelings but actually really care about people, I just don’t know how to convey it and come off as cold. Usually, neither of these are true. 

Here is what it mostly means to have Fe as your inferior function: 

  1. The more unhealthy, the more you seek for approval. I don’t know where this usual stereotype of IxTPs not caring about what others think of us comes from, but it’s ridiculous. You totally can get there, but many of us do care about how people perceive us. The thing is that we mostly don’t care in an emotional way, it’s more of a need to fit in and feel like a part of something rather than wanting to be accepted and loved. 
  2. Ergo, we are not hermits. If we have very toxic Fe, we may believe we are better off alone, push people away or just think there’s no way we could fit in anywhere. Funnily enough and contrary to popular belief, a lot of the time we don’t do it on purpose. Sometimes we don’t realize that we have marginalized our own selves until it becomes obvious to us.
  3. Our emotions are more present than our feelings. When we are aware or it becomes clear that we are ‘feeling’ something it’s mostly an emotion. They are short lived experiences. Our feelings aren’t really intense at all. We do have a much stronger ability to think than we do to feel. Our emotions, though, can be very intense. That’s why we can get really mad or upset but get over it soon. Our problems are solved quickly because they exist according to our emotions, not our feelings.
  4. Our Fe makes us feel lonely at times. Regardless of how many times an IxTP says they are completely okay with being isolated 24/7 (if they are), only someone who is seriously mentally ill would be okay with it. We can feel very alone sometimes or wish we had stronger Fe to be able to feel a part of something. 
  5. The thing is sometimes we don’t push people away because our feelings are unconvenient or because we’d rather be alone. Sometimes it feels impossible for us to create real, strong bonds with other people and, as I said earlier, we end up isolating ourselves to an extent without realizing it. If the Fe is unhealthy, it’s not that we avoid human connections, it’s that we feel unable to create them.
  6. We suck at externalizing our feelings because of our weak Fe, that bit is true. But it’s not only in public. It’s not only being unable to show certain signs of affection because it’s not in our nature. It’s not only becoming aggresive because we are overcome with negative emotions. We also have trouble externalizing our feelings when we are alone. Some of us may sometimes fake cry when we are alone because we feel the need to match up our exterior with how upset we feel. Most of the times I have cried, it has been forced. This is just an example of the ridiculous coping mechanisms some of us have. 
  7. While we have times when we have a lot of emotions, we also have times when we feel completely emotionally detached. Yes, we have times when even we feel like cold robots unable to correctly interact with people. This is unhealthy, but many of us have been there. I think (almost) every IxTP has gone through a period of their life where they just approached everything super rationally and didn’t even acknowledge that they had any sort of feeling or emotion.
  8. Whether we want to or not, we experience feelings in a completely different way than most people and sometimes what seems like a small amount of affection for others may seem like a big deal to us. I think this really relies on the amount of life/emotional experience you have had.
  9. Something nice on our side: We can mold and control how we feel most if not all of the time! When I’m sad or when I’m happy, all I need to switch my mood is to set in my mind that I could change my mood by listening to a different song or getting my mind off a certain topic. I think we mostly choose to be sad or happy depending on what resonates with us better at that moment. We have a huge capacity to manipulate how we feel. More than how we feel, how aware we are of it. We can disconnect ourselves from a certain feeling or our awareness to it easily. 
  10. Last but not least: We do care. Differently, but we do. Maybe I just haven’t met the right crowd of people, but with most human beings, I’m not aware 24/7 of what they mean to me or how much I appreciate them constantly. You probably have heard that IxTPs will show they care by spending time with you or doing nice things for you rather than verbalizing how we feel. That’s true, basically because we can manipulate our words, but we mostly do what we want to do, so if we hang out with someone or do something nice for them, it’s because it pleases us to do so, and therefore, wether we are aware or not, we care.

I have read a lot of posts on inferior Fe but there are many areas that I hadn’t seen covered, so I decided to just do it myself! Maybe they don’t all apply to every single IxTP, but you can get a general idea of what is truly going on within us.

Reggie x Reader: Fingers and thumbs, baby. (Part II)

A/N: OMG your responses were amazing! Enjoy Part II <3 </p>

Warning: Slight Angst

Plot: When Reggie and (Y/N) have been bestfriends their whole lives but the universe had other plans.

Originally posted by ivanxna


Tell that sadist she only have one more hour.

You ignored another text from Reggie, giving your red-headed bestfriend your attention. The neon lights from Pop’s literally only made your bestfriend more intimidating and unearthly. This week really passed by fast and before you knew it, it was a Friday and you are hanging out with Cheryl in your usual both in Pop’s while waiting for your other favorite person to arrive and pick you up.

“Is that cretin annoying you again?”

“Cherryyy.” You whined knowing where this conversation was going. Even with their mutual love for you, Reggie and Cheryl just couldn’t seem to get along with each other. That’s why you had to make sure you gave them equal attention which resulted to them having to deal with sharing you every once in a while.

“Okay,” she sighed raising her hands up in surrender. “This is me,” Cheryl said as she folded her hands at the table neatly on top of each other “, being nice.” She mustered up a smile which quickly fell. “Now let’s stop talking about that dunce. I’m sure he was just counting down the hours before he can have you for himself aguuuuhn.”

“Well, you did lose the ‘rocks-paper-scissors’ on where I would be sleeping over this weekend.” (Y/N) said as a matter of factly. It was truly comical to see the two of the most intimidating figures of Riverdale high fighting over you in a game of rocks-papers-and-scissors if you do say so yourself.

“He cheated, love and you know it.” Cheryl sipped on her – your milkshake – as if to prove her point. She suddenly paused and looked up at you before squinting and placing a red finger on her lips“Hmm, I wonder.“ 

"What?” You did not like the look on Cheryl’s face. You knew your bestfriend too well to know that whatever is on her mind is probably anything but nice.

“I wonder why he was so keen on letting you sleepover this weekend. Usually he always had things to do with his other brainless groupies or his croonies that’s why you always stay with me, so …”

“So what?”

“So what changed?” Another pause before she flattered her eyelash on you. “Don’t you think..?”

“Don’t I think what Cherry?” You asked, growing impatient by the minute.

She grinned mischievously. “Don’t you think Mr. Mantle finally grew a brain and realized his one and only love is in-front of him all this time?”

You couldn’t hide the blush on her face. Cheryl caught you too off guard. “Cherry how many times do I have to tell you we’re just friends!” You muttered, suddenly shy, but you knew it was useless when Cheryl just rolled her eyes.

“Fool God, fool the devil, but don’t try me, love.”

This time it was your time to roll her eyes. “I’m not fooling anyone, Cherry.”

“Not that i’m totally on his side but what’s wrong with being with him anyway?” Cheryl completely ignored you and your petty excuses. “He is hot, rich, and have that football scholarship in the bag being the captain of the Bulldogs and you have been together even before the two of us so I will trust his faithfulness when it comes to you.”

“Cherry–”

“Plus if you do get married and realize he sucks at the end you can always divorce him and live with me in New York.”

“Cher–”

“Speaking of ‘were-just-friends” you wouldn’t have said no to my offer and that university’s offer in New York if it wasn’t for him.“ She said, slamming her hand on the table.

Case closed for Cheryl.

"Fool the devil, my darling. But "just friends” hell even bestfriends, don’t do that.“

You stared at Cheryl to prove to her that there really was nothing going on between you two but all she did was squint and you sighed in defeat making her beam.

"Finally,” she smirked. “I was growing tired waiting for you to tell mwah. When are you planning to confess?”

"I’m not confessing, Cherry.” you sighed dragging the milkshake towards your direction and sipping it.

“Why not?”Cheryl asked, munching on a fry.

“He doesn’t like me like that! And it’s fine. I’m pretty sure this … crush or whatever it is will probably just pass.”

“Oh, honey, who said anything about a crush? You’re in love with that simpleton. I don’t know why but you are. And if he isn’t in love with you yet then he really is proving everything I have been calling him right and you know how he hates it when i’m right.”

“Cherry, Iet’s just drop it, okay?” You nearly begged.

“What do you have to lose?” She challenged.

“Uhh, our lifelong friendship? The relationship I have spent my whole life protecting? My dignity? My pride?”

“Touché’.” Cheryl threw an unfinished fry at you and it would’ve hit you straight to the face if you haven’t moved at the last second. “But hon, you should at least try. Cause as much as confessing may sound like a leap of faith, it would be better than regretting what you didn’t do, what you could’ve done." 

"I know,” you sighed. “But it really is a hopeless case, Cherry. I’d rather not waste my time and my friendship.”

“Look if you’re not even gonna become the endgame why don’t you just leave with me to New York? You got nothing left to lose.”

You glanced at her and she was seriously staring at you, ready for this argument. “I can’t leave him, Cherry.”

“Why not? He’s a big boy, (Y/N/N). He can take care of himself.” Cherry grabbed my hand. “Stop surrounding your life around him cause when he leaves you’d be left with nothing and i’d never allow that to happen to you.”

You thought about it. Are you really too dependable? Is it really the time to move on? Can you really leave Reggie after spending the last eighteen years of your life with him?

“If …” you gripped Cheryl’s hands tighter. “If all goes to shit –”

“Oh, i’ll be here, darling.” She gave me a sweet and comforting smile. “I’ll pick up the pieces.”

Your comfortable silence was broken by the familiar honk of a familiar car. “Speaking of the devil.” Cheryl sighed already taking her purse and placing too much money on the table. You giggled as you crossed your arms with hers as you walked towards Reggie who was leaning on his car.

“Had fun, ladies?” Reggie asked uncrossing his arms to remove his iconic letterman jacket and place it on your shoulder.

You muttered a small “thanks, Reg”.

“Well, it would’ve been better if you didn’t graciously intervene, you ninny.”

“Cry me a river, satan.”

Cheryl rolled her eyes before looking at you who was already safely tucked in Reggie’s car. “Take care, love. Call me if it gets too boring in there.”

“Sure, Cherry.” you giggled, waving slightly at her. “See you on Monday.”

She nodded before glaring at Reggie. “Take care of my (Y/N), you ditz.”

“Still my (Y/N), you psycho.” Reggie shot back before driving off.


You plopped down on Reggie’s new sheets as he placed his letterman jacket on a chair. You seated yourself near his window to see the stars.“Move aside, pup.” he gently nudged you before lying next to you and wrapping your arms on your waist as he used your tummy as a pillow.

You both sat in a comfortable silence with him just laying there while you look outside while discreetly stealing glances. “Hey Reg–” 

You were cut off when Reggie laughed at something at his phone. You visibly frowned.

“Oh sorry, what was that, pup?”

“What are you laughing at?” You asked. He blushed.

Oh shit.

“It’s … Ronnie.”

“Ronnie?”

“Veronica. Her name’s Veronica … I call her Ronnie- but that’s not the point. She’s … really funny? I don’t know. I just …”

You held your breathe. Please no. God no No, no, no, no–

“I think I really like her.”

And just like that, all hopes, dreams, and every single crevice in your heart was crushed and died.

“What …” you could barely speak, your mouth too dry. The temptation to cry is too much.

“It’s just … she gets me, y'know. She’s so different from other girls.”

You felt a pang in your heart. What about you? You get him – hell, you get him more than anybody. What are you now?

Other girls.

You almost laughed. You couldn’t believe you were now just part of the other girls. The other forgettable, worthless, unimportant girls. The other girls that, once upon a time, you were laughing at because they couldn’t get the one thing that they wanted no matter how hard they tried because he was yours. But now, you are unceremoniously shoved to the other girls you hated so goddamn much.

You looked away.

“(Y/N)? Say something.”

You swallowed whatever saliva was left in your mouth and cleared your throat. “T-That’s great, Reg.” You hastily wiped one tear that escaped.“Looks like I won’t be getting any texts from Geraldine or Sarah or Melanie anymore, eh?”

He grinned at me but before he could fully see my face and see something wrong I pushed a pillow on his face and he laughed, trying to get away from me, giving me time to compose myself a bit.

“Yeah, I kinda cleared the whole bench for her.”

Another pang.

“Wouldn’t want to ruin something this great.”

And another.

He slowly crawled back to you and positioned himself once again. You stroked his hair. “Me too, Reg.” you almost sighed. “Me too.”

Imagine Remus always flirting with you but you only realizing how serious he is while you’re taking care of him

(Wooo back it at with the one shots XD hope it is as requested and you all like it :D i tried my best to incorporate as much as i could of the request…but unfortunately I couldn’t get to the smut yet i just felt like it was too fast this way…so instead i’ll just make a 2nd part for that XD hope it’s ok! GIf not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owner.)

The sound of bells ringing could be heard outside of your room and instantly your eyes opened wide. “Holy shit!”, you thought and nearly jumped up your bed, reminding what day of the week it was.

Quickly, you rushed to get ready, picking up your dress shirt, pants and your robe, buttoning everything up just to get your classes earlier than usually.

It had only been a few months since you started teaching at Hogwarts and already you had been late to attend most of your classes.

Although the students, always found it funny to see you that clumsy other fellow colleagues thought it was irresponsible of you to let the kids wait alone in the classroom for that long.

Surprisingly yet luckily for you, another fellow teacher was on the same page as the students, finding you to be rather hilarious and was kind enough to stand in for the few moments you weren’t around. It happened so often, it became a habit of his to stay around a little while just to tease you along with the kids or even come back once they had all left.

~~

You ran down the stairs, holding onto your books and just hoped you wouldn’t be seen by anyone else until you got into your classroom.

As you neared your destination, you slowed down and took in a deep breath, smiling to yourself that for once Professor Snape wasn’t in the halls, making a comment about your tardiness.

You stopped at the corner of the door, trying to calm yourself for a moment before facing the countless of students you had but instantly heard your name being called by that familiar voice.

“Ah! Professor L/N! I can see you’re finally here!”

As usual, your friend, Professor Lupin was right where you expected him to be. He just had to make a comment about you the moment he sensed your arrival or rather noticed your robes peering from the corner of the door.

Everyone turned towards the door and with that, you sighed and slowly made your move to show yourself. You looked down to yourself and quickly moved towards your desk to take your place all while greeting and apologizing to everyone for this.

“Morning everyone…I’m sorry for this again…I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s alright, Professor!”, he said in his cheery tone as he got up from your desk to let you prepare your things.

His chuckle made you look up at him surprised and as you awkwardly move in to set up your things, he just had to add, “No need to apologize…Young folks such as yourself still need more than 8 hours of sleep, am I right!”

The students roared in laughter again, making you roll your eyes at him and shove him slightly for that little teasing comment about your age, as usual. You mimicked him out of pure pleasure and quickly tried to dismiss him from your class, leading him out of the room.

“Whatever, Professor Lupin! You can get back to your class or wherever you need to be, I have some students to teach!”

He held in his laughter to see you act so embarrassed and as best as he could recollected his serious expression and waved his hand in surrender.

“Alright, alright, the class is all yours…beautiful…” He said with a smirk and a wink while backing up slowly to leave you to yourself. While most of the crowd had quieted themselves at that last remark some of the older students had opted to let out some whistles, especially seeing how red you had gotten.

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Is That What You Think?

A/N: I know I haven’t written in a while. I wanted to give myself a chance to get back into the routine of school, also I’ve had some pretty bad writers block. Anyway, I’ve had my nose in books all week, going through at least four books in five days. This is an idea that was sparked so let’s see how this goes. 

I hated this night already. 

For starters I was in this super tight black dress that, in my opinion, made me look fat. It was so tight that I couldn’t breathe. 

I was just feeling really insecure at the moment. 

I’d rather stay home in my sweats and a tank top and read one of the new young love novels I bought earlier in the week. 

But Shawn had asked and practically begged I join him at this party for his new single. I only agreed to shut him up. At the time, it sounded fun, not so much anymore. 

Let’s just say I’m not in the best head space. He doesn’t know it but while he was in the shower I couldn’t help but look through some of the comments on a few posts that he made about us. 

It wasn’t good, and I was starting to believe his fans a bit. 

But I put on a fake smile and slipped on on my nude pumps before walking out the door. 

The thing that was making my thoughts worse, was the fact that Shawn hasn’t said like almost anything to me all night, and he isn’t holding my hand like he usually does when he ride in the car. 

I wasn’t sure what to do, so I just stared out the window, trying not to look out of it. But in all honesty I just wanted to go back home, and have some ice cream. 

“We’re here guys.” Andrew says looking up from his phone. “Are you guys okay?” He says noticing my gaze. Shawn looks over at me confused and I tried to hide my look but I didn’t get to it in time. 

He caught my look.

“Can you give us a second?” He looked over at Andrew then back at me. 

“Sure thing.” He smiled. I watched as Andrew got out and I sighed waiting for Shawn to speak up. 

“Baby are you okay?” He asked concerned.

“Yeah, why?” Lies. 

“You look off, you didn’t speak the whole ride. Is there something going on?” 

“Nothing important.” I nod. I can feel my throat get tight, I wanted to cry honestly. But I swallowed and nodded again making that feeling go away.

“Okay.” He said opening the door. He got out and offered me his hand, I took it and prayed he wouldn’t notice my shaking hand. I got out and looked up at me and he looked more worried than before. I placed a tight smile on my face and walked towards the entrance

Shawn was pulled away to take pictures and I stood off to the side waiting on him to return. I was trying to control my thoughts and my breathing but that all shattered when I looked over to see her all over him. I looked down and the feeling of tears stung my eyes again. 

I needed a drink to get through this night. 

On my way to the bar I ran into Matt. 

“Hey Y/n” He smiled at me. 

“Hey Matt.” It was forced.

“You okay?” He asks looking over my shoulder and spotting Shawn. “Ooo, yikes. How are you doing?” He asked with a sad look on his face. 

“Is it normal to be this jealous?” I asked feeling my self worth change to anger. 

“Yeah, I mean if I had a girl and someone was all over her like that, I wouldn’t let go of her all night.” He mumbled.

That made me feel a lot better, not! How was I supposed to sit her and watch her practically making out with him in front of all the tabloids and interviewers. I stifled another set of tears and cleared my throat. 

“I’m going to the bathroom.” I said abruptly.

“Y/n” Matt calls, I turn to look at him. “He loves you.” He nods. I frown and meet his gaze.

“You sure?” I ask looking back at Shawn. The smile on his face says it all. He enjoys it. He enjoys her. I don’t even bother looking back at Matt. I head straight for the bathroom and huff once I make it there. 

I stare at myself in the mirror and let the tears fall. I can’t hold it together anymore. Who am I? Two years ago I would punch myself in the face if I were standing in a bathroom crying over some guy.

The difference here is it’s not some guy.

It’s Shawn. 

My guy, but with another girl.

My guy, but with millions of fans that think I’m not good enough for him. Not pretty enough for him. Not skinny enough for him. Not enough for him. 

I let those words replay over and over. It finally sinks in.

Are they right?

A girl walks in and stops when she sees me.

“Hey, you’re Shawns girl right?” She asks smiling. I wipe my tears and clear my throat.

“Um yeah.” I stutter, is that even a truthful answer.

“Awe honey whats wrong?” She asks concerned.

“Um nothing, sorry.” I say wiping my face.

“Don’t be sorry. I’ll give you some privacy.” She says walking out. I silently thank her and can’t help but let my tears fall. 

But then the unexpected happens. 

Someone bursts threw the door. 

Shawn.

“Y/n?” He asks desperately meeting my gaze. “Baby? What happened? Are you okay? Why are you crying?” 

“I’m okay.” I say wiping my tears and taking a look in the mirror. 

I look awful, red swollen eyes, flushed face. 

“Honey? What’s wrong?”

“Am I enough?” I blurt out looking at him. His face contorts to confusion. 

“What?” He asks. I sigh. 

“Am I enough?” I ask again.

“Enough for what?”

“You?” I drop my gaze. He stops and freezes next to me. 

“What?” He says softly. 

“Stop playing dumb Shawn, answer the damn question.” I snap. 

“Where is this coming from?”

“You stopped holding my hand, and sneaking peeks in the morning. I started reading comments. I’m insecure. I think that I am not pretty enough for you, or skinny enough. I have an ugly smile and thick thighs. You deserve her, out there. That’s who you should be with, someone that can look good attached to your arm, and make you the perfect it couple. You deserve someone that’s not me.” I say as more tears fall. 

He takes a step forwards pulling me into his embrace. 

“Is that what you think?” He asks hurt. I just nod. “Baby that is so not true. Are you kidding? You are the most beautiful gorgeous women in the world. You have the most amazing smile, I do whatever I can to make you smile. Your body is amazing, it’s a wonderland.” He smirks earning a small smile from me. “You are the person I want attached to my arm, you make me look like I won the fucking lottery. You are so amazing and beautiful and pretty and hot.” He smiles at me. 

“Shawn.” I sigh. 

“Stop, I hate that you think that way. I wish you could see yourself the way I see you. But since you can’t, then I guess I’ll just have to say it more often. And I don’t know what you’re talking about. I snuck a peek at you this morning while you were getting ready. You were dancing around to Puth. You were singing Suffer. You were only wearing my shirt and it was hanging off your right shoulder, teasing me. And I held your hand when we got here, although I much rather would have held your ass.” He smirked, his eyes becoming dark. 

I blushed and smiled.

“So as much as you read comments because I know you do, and as much as you hate to believe that I am right. I love you with all my heart, and that pathetic girl out there, hugging on my to get attention from the world is not you. I don’t want her. I want someone who makes me laugh at three in the morning. I want someone who wakes up in the middle of the night to get a snack. I want someone who will pretend to watch Harry Potter. I want someone who dances around my bathroom in my shirt singing Puth with her hair in a messy bun. I want to wake up to your beautiful eyes every morning. I want you, Y/n. I want you.” He says serious this time. 

“I want you too.” I smile at him.

“I also want to never again have Matt tell me, ‘Hey Y/n went to the bathroom upset.’ and then some lady I’ve never seen before walk up to me and go, ‘Hey there, your girl is in the bathroom crying.’” He said, a frown appearing on his face. “I don’t want you to ever feel so bad that you have to hide in a bathroom a cry, without me. Tell me next time baby, we wouldn’t even have come if you just would have told me what was going on.” 

“I’m sorry, I thought I could toughen through. But watching you and her.” I was starting to get worked up again.

“Hey hey hey.” He grabbed my hand. “That’s a wrong way to say I love you.” He smiles. 

“I love you too.” I smile back at him.  

Elijah Mikaelson imagine: Not Important (Part one)

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Part 2

Summary: Reader and Elijah are in love, but reader pushes him away, because she is afraid she is not important to him and he would always choose his family over her

Word count: 1390


Originally posted by onlygodcanjudgeme-sh

I sighed as I walked trough the gate of Mikaelsons’ maison. As much as I had tried to keep away from that place, somehow I had always ended up there. 

“Look who is finally here,” I rolled my eyes at the sight of Klaus standing in front of me with his hands behind his back and a playful smile playing on his lips.

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Just forget this ever happened

In which Baz discovers a spell that can erase others’ memories, and gets kind of addicted to using it on Simon. 

(I invented a couple spells for this.)

BAZ:

The first time I used the memory spell was an accident.

It had been days since I’d had any blood, so I was already tired and grumpy when Snow found me in the woods. It was the middle of the night when all the creatures should have been out, and all I wanted was to drain a couple small animals and be back in our room within minutes, but Simon bloody Snow had to pick that night to drag himself out of bed just to follow me around. I could tell he was trying to be discreet about it, but he could barely take a single step without landing on a twig or a leaf or stumbling over his own clumsy feet, and I wasn’t the only one who heard him; he was scaring everything away and there wasn’t a single creature about.

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Fujimaki Tadatoshi’s Interview in Entermix May 2017

Ahhhhh. Everyone was like “READ THIS INTERVIEW” so I went ahead and read this above anything else and it was so worth it because it gave me hope as a fan in despair. 

This is just a rough translation :D I just wanted to put it so people who would like to read can read it too :D

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BORN TO BE A STAR — JOEY CLAIRE, MAID OF LIGHT – optimisticDuelist – Medium
MAID: One who makes Light, or makes through Light — for themselves. LIGHT: Power, Fortune, Enlightenment, Knowledge, Ideas, Importance…
By optimisticDuelist

Here’s a post on Joey’s Hero Title–The MAID of LIGHT!–and how understanding it strengthens our reading of Joey’s struggles with neglect and loneliness, her STRIFES, her skills and abilities, and more! We even look at some interesting foreshadowing for where her arc may be going in the next Acts!

(Credit to @thricequeen and @dahniwitchoflight for providing key details that feed into my own speculation, btw! Thanks a ton, peeps)

Classpecting has so far been a hugely underappreciated part of Hiveswap’s narrative, and I’d like to change that. This post is also a focused introduction on Classpects in general, and should ideally be perfectly easy to follow if you’re a new Hiveswap fan with no exposure to the system from Homestuck! 

I do have to warn, however, that there will be Homestuck Spoilers in this essay. So heads up about that! Now, on to some bad news. I have similar Classpect essays brainstormed for Xefros Tritoh and Jude Harley.
But alas, it may be a while before I can write those. 

As excited as I am to post this, it comes with an announcement I wish I wasn’t making. If you enjoy this essay and want to know more about future content from me, please read on.

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Watch HOW TO GET YOU DREAM LIFE here.

Living the life you dream about at night before you go to sleep is probably the best thing you can achieve. 

No matter if its sipping cocktails under the caribbean sun all day, owning a million dollar business or just making time for yourself every day - you deserve to live the life you want to live. 

Whereas “making time for yourself every day” sounds a little more realistic to some than “owning a million dollar business”, every dream is worth pursuing. More accurate: You are worthy living your dream

Before I will give you 5 Tips on How To Get What You Want, I’ll tell you why I consider myself in the position to give you some advice on that topic:

I finished school in april 2016 at the age of 19 and had my plan set: saving up for half a year and then travel Indonesia for 6 months with my boyfriend. Afterwards we wanted to move in and start studying. Pretty common plan, one gap year, working, traveling and back to real life (”uni”).

Well, plans changed slightly when me and my boyfriend broke up 3 months before the journey should’ve begun. During those times I struggled in terms of planing my future, everything seemed planned out pretty good - I wasn’t sure if that was most exciting future plan but at least it was safe, “the standard way to go”. 

Anyways, now I needed to reorganise. My plans, myself, everything. Traveling Indonesia - and especially Bali - was always more my dream and I didn’t want to give that up, but traveling solo was a whole other thing. Was I capable of that, is that what I want, do I have enough time to prepare myself, what if something goes wrong, what if I get sick (the list goes on and on and oooon) - long story short I started my trip in april 2017 for 6 weeks. 

It is September 2017 now, I’m sitting here writing this blogpost from North Bondi, Sydney. Its been about 4 months now since I moved to Australia. I have a really nice job, good friends, a gorgeous boyfriend, I live around 10 minutes walking distance away from the beach - I couldn’t ask for more

How did that happen? How did I changed my life and my plans so radically that I’m living my dreamlife right now on the other side of the world? Here are my tips: 

  1. Get clear on what your dream life looks like. Picture it as precise as possible, imagine very detail. See yourself living that life and imagine how it feels. Visualise and shape your dreams so you can start taking direct action towards them.
  2. Screw other peoples opinions about your dreams. Never ever let somebody talk you out of your dreams. Don’t ever listen to the words “thats too big for you” or “thats unrealistic”. Imagine someone who - in your eyes - has reached their goals. Would that person ever give a shit about what other people say about their dreams? No way.
  3. Take an action that brings you closer to your goals every day. Your dream is to be a photographer? Then your action might be to follow all inspiring photographers on instagram, the next day you might learn how to shoot in manual mode, then you might learn how to use photoshop. After that you inform yourself about the best cameras until one day your action is to get this camera etc. At the end of a month you will see: small changes make the biggest difference.
  4. Get out of your comfort zone. This is by far the most important thing and in the end it was the game changer for me. When I was in Bali I fell in love with traveling so much that it wasn’t an option to leave after 6 weeks. I decided to go to australia without any plan. I spent my last money on the flight and the visa and off I went. That didn’t sound like a safe plan, but I took the risk and it was the best decision I’ve ever made. In the end, there is ALWAYS a way. If I’ve learnt one thing from traveling, then it would be that in the end, everything works out. My fav quote: “In order to get something you’ve never had before, you need to do something you’ve never done before.” I assure you, your dreams are worth every risk.
  5. Believe in yourself. I believe that you are worthy and capable of getting everything, really EVERYTHING you want to have. You need to believe in that, too. Be absolutely positive about your plans and stop thinking about “if” you are going to get what you want and rather focus on “when” you are going to get it. Your dream life is out there waiting for you, all you need to do is go for it

I hope that I’ve encouraged you to get up and get what you deserve, I wish you all the best and I know that it will work out for you as it did for me. You can watch that video (and 5 more tips) here. Sending lots of love, you’ll hear from me soon, xx

Charming II

Originally posted by ethereal-baek

Sehun, prince!AU

Chapters: (1) / (2) / …

Summary:

Looks can be deceiving. Oh Sehun is far from being a prince charming.


Belonging is a strong and inevitable feeling that exists in human nature. Coming to an unfamiliar environment I had high hopes to find that belongingness. To wed a prince for the purpose of my country.

Yet all of my hopes were scattered all in the first fifteen minutes of my arrival at the court of my fiancé.

He has already decided to be hostile without even knowing me. Without ever interacting with me. So while having tea with the entire Oh family and me and my mother, I wonder… what must I have done to have made him disapprove of me?

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anonymous asked:

For your AU post! I LOVE secretly married Aus, so how about one of those? I'm thinking IronPanther, maybe? Or IronFalcon! One of those (first one would be preferred, but both are great!), they've known each other much longer than in canon (obviously) and for some reason their relationship get's made public/ the other avengers find out?

Oh man do I enjoy Secretly Married AUs!! The drama, anon. The drama. Also fluff. Please fluff because unhappy endings break my heart. Anyways, I like both pairings, so I’m just gonna go with IronPanther. Btw this turned into a Post CW ficlet that focuses mostly on Tony and T’Challa, I hope that’s alright!


It happens on their fifteen year anniversary because of course it does. The universe refuses to grant them a single moment of peaceful happiness after all. Looking back Tony really doesn’t know how he didn’t see this coming.

And it’s so unfair because the last six months have been hard on the both of them. The last two years, to be honest. With the whole Civil War mess, T’Chaka’s death, the fighting and betrayal–well, Tony wishes he could say he was able to keep those events from affecting his marriage, but that would be nothing more than wishful thinking. The first time they had been fighting side by side and T’Challa had been in too much pain, too blinded by his desire for revenge for him to enjoy the moment, never mind that he’d been fighting against half his team. Then there was the matter of Siberia, of his husband taking Rogers and Barnes with him and leaving Tony behind and-

There’s a hand on his shoulder, warm and grounding, the pleasantly familiar sound of T’Challa’s voice, talking to him, slowly drowning out the ugly thoughts in Tony’s head.

He takes a shaky breath, blinks, meets his husband’s worried gaze. “Sorry,” he thinks he mumbles, and wishes the trembling would stop already.

It hasn’t been a good day. Not after someone–the Dora Milaje are already looking into it–leaked those pictures of them to the international press. Tony wants to laugh, but it ends up coming out as more of a hysterical sob.

Fifteen years. They’ve managed to keep their marriage a secret for fifteen years. Sure, they have been times they both wished the hiding would stop, but there had never quite been the right moment to announce it, and now? After everything? They were still trying to do damage control with the fall-out from the Accords, Tony honestly isn’t sure whether there could have been much of a worse moment for this to be revealed.

Forget the UN and Ross for a moment, how would Rogers and his little band of followers take the news? Their presence in Wakanda couldn’t become known,  at this stage it might lead to an actual war against the country and-

“Hush, my heart,” T’Challa’s voice rings strong and clear in Tony’s ears, and he allows himself to sink back into his husband’s arms, until his head is resting against T’Challa’s chest, listening to the rhythmic heartbeat.

“What are we gonna do?” Tony whispers, hopeless and worried and so, so, tired.

“We will figure something out,” T’Challa replies without hesitation, cards his hand through Tony’s hair. “Our marriage is not something I have ever been ashamed of, beloved, nor should we be. It is a bond of joy and love, that should be honoured. Ultimately there is nothing anyone can do. We have broken no laws, nor do we owe the world an explanation. And I will be glad to walk proudly by your side, instead of watching you across yet another hall.“

Almost against his will, Tony can feel himself relaxing, soaking up the utter calmness T’Challa exudes, the easy confidence soothing his frayed nerves. Rationally he knows they have faced much, much worse, knows that even though things aren’t gonna be easy, this particular issue will eventually be solved–but T’Challa makes him believe it, without hesitation or doubt.

“Love you,” he says into the high-quality shirt he’s burrowed his face in–it’s so soft too, Tony approves of his husband’s taste–because he can’t think of anything else to say. Most people would describe Tony as ‘incapable of shutting up’ but when it comes to his personal relationships, he has never been the most articulate.

The arms around him tighten, and he can hear T’Challa’s smile in his responding, “I love you too, my heart.”

“Be at ease for now, we will deal with this issue later. And get you to a hair dresser as soon as possible,” he adds after a moment, teasingly pulls on a strand of Tony’s admittedly rather unruly hair. 

A cut hasn’t been on his mind for months, and he can’t help laughing–at T’Challa’s antics, the situation, everything. He doesn’t need to look up to know that this has been T’Challa’s intention from the start, simply squeezes his hand in silent appreciation.

They’ve got this. They really do.

[The confrontation with the rogue Avengers is as ugly as T’Challa has expected it to be. The only positive side of this is that Tony isn’t anywhere near to hear the commotion, T’Challa might have been forced to kill someone otherwise. As it is, there isn’t much to be said about it, in the end. His marriage isn’t a recent thing, it doesn’t change the actual situation. Not that you’d believe as much, if you listen to Clint Barton’s poisonous rant. At least Captain Rogers’ indignant rant is silenced with a sharp reminder that trust only reaches as far as it is extended.

“Your mind is your own, but any insult against my husband is an insult against myself. I suggest you keep that in mind!” has been the only warning T’Challa is willing to grant them. His patience isn’t limitless and certain guests have been testing those limits for some time now.]

Pride

Gaston x Reader

Author: Lil Laddie

Words: 1381

Warnings: None :)

A/N:This imagine is up much later than we usually post and I am very sorry for that. I was feeling so uninspired and had been doing practice stuff for my AP Physics test all day and kind of put this off. And as I climbed into bed tonight I got extreme inspiration and wrote this. So, I may not wake up on time for school in the morning but this was totally worth it! I love you kids and hope your day/night is fantastic!!!

Request: Hi I love your blog! I saw your post on beauty and the beast and I was hoping that you could write an imagine for Gaston from the live action movie w/ dialogue 4 & 14! If not I completely understand! Thanks love you! -Anon

4: “I know you don’t want to see me anymore but please, just listen.”

14: “Shhhh, I’m hiding!”


To say Gaston was full of himself would be an understatement. The man fully worshipped himself and expected the other villagers to do so to. You couldn’t stand his narcissistic attitude. That was why you avoided him at all costs. Gaston had originally never caught onto this. That was obvious as he followed you around the town square like a lost puppy.

“Now you can stop pretending (Y/N), it’s obvious how attracted you are to me. Just let me come over for dinner.” Gaston smirked.

“Gaston, I have told you thousands of time before, I do not like you. I don’t like you in the slightest! How about you take a hint and realize that this would never work between us! I would rather die a beggar in the streets than marry a vile, self absorbed man like you!” You yelled, causing the many people in town to turn and look at the commotion.

“(Y/N)…” Gaston said in shock, his self confidence completely deteriorating.

The hurt in his eyes were clear, no matter how hard he tried to cover it up. You didn’t understand why, but it hurt you to see him in pain.

“Have a good day, Gaston.” You hissed, turning on your heel and marching away from the heartbroken man.

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“Ah, (Y/N)!” LeFou exclaimed, slightly confused as to why you were behind a stack of hay in the tavern’s stable.

“Shhhh, I’m hiding!” You hushed him, not wanting him to alert Gaston of where you were.

Since you had completely snapped at Gaston, you had avoided him even more than you had before. You had found new hiding places and were determined to keep them secret from the man. For some reason, the flash of hurt that had crossed his face was etched in your mind. You felt guilty for yelling at him, but were too proud to apologize. Besides, he got what he deserved. At least, that’s what you kept telling yourself.

“May I ask why you are hiding?” LeFou asked, drawing you out of your thoughts.

“I don’t want Gaston to find me.” You admitted, knowing that LeFou was a man you could trust and confide in. You had had a close bond with him since the two of you were children.

“Is it because you yelled at him the other day?” LeFou asked, leaning against one of the posts of the stables.

“Yeah…Is it bad that I feel guilty?” You sighed, feeling extremely conflicted with yourself.

“Why would you feel guilty if you hate him?” LeFou replied, a small smirk on his face.

“I do hate him!” You protested, making LeFou roll his eyes.

“You certainly wouldn’t be feeling guilty if you hated him.” LeFou remarked, giving you a knowing look. “If it gives you any consolation, Gaston feels guilty too. He spent the whole night trying to figure out how to prove himself to you. He may seem self conceited, but have you ever thought that it’s just a face he puts on. It’s a wall he uses to keep people out. Maybe if you broke down that wall, you could see the man he really is.”

“I don’t know LeFou…” You trailed off, fidgeting with your hands and clothes as a nervous habit.

“He loves you, (Y/N). Don’t judge him when you haven’t take the time to actually get to know him.” LeFou advised you, smiling gently.

“Thanks LeFou.” You said, letting his words sink in.

“Anytime, (Y/N).” LeFou nodded, before leaving you to your thoughts in the stables.

Talking with LeFou got your mind moving faster. You didn’t even know Gaston personally! Who were you to turn him down constantly and judge him by the remarks of others? Did this excuse him for the terrible things that you knew for a fact he had done in the past? Of course not, but that didn’t mean that you couldn’t give him a chance.

You stood up from where you were sitting in the hay and strutted out the door to find Gaston. You needed to apologize for yelling at him in front of everyone in town. Even if doing so hurt your pride.

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After looking for Gaston for over two hours you had given up. You knew that he had memorized your usual daily routine so he could find you at any time. With that in mind, you decided to do what you usually did at this time of day, laundry. Hopefully, Gaston would go looking for you like he usually did.

You enjoyed the warm sun on your back as you scrubbed a piece of your clothing. It relaxed your muscles and made you less anxious for Gaston to show up. You thought he would by now, and it was driving you slightly crazy. What made it worse was when a shadow covered the sun from reaching your skin and calming you down.

“(Y/N)…” Gaston said quietly, drawing your attention away from your laundry and to the owner of the shadow that was blocking the sun.

“Gaston….” You breathed out, not really knowing how to start your apology.

“I know you don’t want to see me anymore but please, just listen.” Gaston began, his usual confident aura completely gone.

“I wa-” You tried to cut in before continued his speech.

“Please (Y/N), just let me say this!” Gaston pleaded, waiting for your full attention to be on him. “I know that I am not an ideal man, but who is? I may seem self absorbed and narcissistic, but please believe me when I say I care for so much more than myself. I care about my best friend LeFou and his happiness. I want nothing but the best for him.”

Gaston had paused his speech and looked away from you. His gaze flickered from your eyes down to your lips then back up again as he took a slow step closer to you. You were now chest to chest. He brought up a hand to cup your face, his thumb slowly rubbing over your cheekbone. His soft touch made your heart rate quicken and your breath to become short and quick. No one else had ever caused such a reaction from you.

“I care for you (Y/N). Believe me when I say that. I know I am not perfect, but I would go to any length to change myself for you. I love you, (Y/N). I always have! I want you to be happy and if being with me is not that, I understand. I would never want you to be forced into something that would cause you misery. I just wanted you to know that there is more to me than meets the eye.” Gaston paused, letting out a heavy breath that tickled your nose. “I want to ask you once more, to consider me an option in your life. I would like to think that I would bring you extreme joy. If you reject me again, I promise to never bother you again.”

“Gaston…” You whispered, no other words being able to leave your mouth. To say you were in complete shock from him confessing his love for you, was an understatement.

“Yes?” Gaston asked, a hopeful glint in his eyes.

“I’m sorry for yelling at you yesterday. I don’t have any right to judge you, I barely know you. I’ve never really giving you a chance, it’s been completely unfair to you.” You said, looking at the floor in embarrassment of your behavior. “I am willing to give you a fair chance now.”

“Thank you!” Gaston grinned, putting his arms tightly around you in a hug.

“I better not regret this.” You laughed, hugging him back.

“I promise that you won’t!” Gaston reassured you, pulling back from the hug and placing a light kiss on your cheek. “Come to my house for dinner tonight. I promise to make you something good.”

“I’ll see you then.” You agreed, watching Gaston walk away from you with a goofy grin on his face.

Smiling to yourself, you fantasized of what the night with Gaston would bring. Who knew that man that you thought you hated could make your heart race faster than it ever had before? It couldn’t be anything else but love.

Fate - Jon Snow

One evening, you run into Jon Snow; the infamous bastard of Winterfell. While your family, from House Mormont, was being hosted by the Stark’s, you and Jon began to harbor a relationship in the forest you met in. The small fling soon ends when you both go your separate ways; silently hoping that fate would bring the two of your back together. (Words : 3905)

Once I started typing I just couldn’t stop

Originally posted by kitsn0w

You didn’t really want to be here; not in Winterfell, away from your friends. Your family, the Mormonts, had ridden to House Stark’s stronghold to broker more trade and hopefully arrange a marriage. You definitely didn’t want that. The idea of being married, merely for the sake of your House, made you feel less than human. You loved your family, you would die for them, but you wanted a say when it comes to where you will lay your future life.

After arguing about it, you finally just stormed out and away from your father. You found yourself crossing the courtyard of Winterfell and walking into the godswood. Something about the way the strong trees rustled in the chilled breeze soothed you. You found a clearing in the forest, a rocking resting near the edge of it. You sat of the cold stone, grateful for the warm cloak around you. You closed your eyes, breathing in the crisp air to calm yourself down. Your rested your hands against the stone as you unwound.

Mid-breath, a wet thing prodded at your hand. You pulled it away from whatever was touching it, turning to face the possible threat. Your eyes were landed on a small, snow-white wolf pup. It’s ruby red eyes glinted in the sunlight, making the quiet creature seem curious.

“Hello little thing,” you whispered soothingly. The wolf’s ears twitched at the sound of your voice and it took a step towards you. You carefully reached out your hand, moving it even slower when the pup cowered away. You held your hand out, waiting for the wolf to approach. The pup blinked it’s red eyes and stepped towards your hand. The white wolf pressed it’s head to your palm, allowing you to scratch behind it’s ear. “You’re a quiet pup, almost like a-”

“Ghost!” The pup shied away from your touch, it’s head turning in the direction of the voice. You turned your head as well, your gaze landing on the face of Ned Stark’s bastard. You had heard of Jon Snow, you had been born around the same time; so as you grew you heard all the gossip about him. The guessing game of his birth mother seemed to be a never ending game. Who could be so vile to lure the honorable Ned Stark? In this game was when you first heard the word ‘bastard’ and the negative connotations that came along with it. But in this light, he didn’t seem like the man your septa’s made him out to be.

“Sorry if he scared you, my lady. He’s a wanderer,” Jon said. As he got closer you could see how dark his eyes were and the startings of a beard that was around his chin. While his features were dark, he appeared to be kind.

“He did no such thing,” you said, standing to face the man before you. “Is he a direwolf, like the one on the Stark banners?” you questioned, smiling down at the little pup. Jon kneeled down near the little thing, stroking its head gently. It was a calming sight that soothed your heart.

“He is indeed. Ghost is just going to get bigger,” he looked back up at you, his full lips in a soft smile. You nodded, your eyes shifting from the pup to met Jon’s gaze. You couldn’t help but admit to yourself that Jon was very handsome. Snow stood suddenly, patting Ghost on the head as he did. “What brings you to the godswood, Lady Mormont?”

“Hoping to clear my mind of stresses,” you said formally, but the bastard seemed a bit alarmed by your openness. 

“I’ll leave you to yourself then,” Jon dipped his head respectfully and started to walk away. You opened your mouth to speak as Jon moved his hand motioning for Ghost to follow him.

“Wait, Jon,” the boy turned, giving you a near-surprised look. You realized that you hadn’t addressed him by name before; he didn’t know that you knew his name. You smiled at the thought, before continuing. “I would like company, if you don’t mind it.”

He opened his mouth to answer, looking at Ghost as if the creature knew what to say. In a way, the direwolf did. The pure white pup nipped at his masters hand before bonding over, back to you. You smiled that the pup, leaning down to pat his head.

“I guess I don’t have a choice,” Jon said with a small, shy smile. “It seems Ghost has taken a liking to you, you’re one of the few.” You let out a small chuckle before starting to walk.

“I’m honored,” you said as the boy and pup fell into step with you. As you walked, you and Jon made little chatter and you took a liking to his quiet, reserved nature. He was unlike his half-brother Robb, who was more outgoing. Jon was different, in the best possible way. You both walking through the clearing, Ghost going out ahead of the two of you.

“Does he always just go like that?” You turned to Jon, who was looking at you. You noticed a pink blush when you caught him staring. He cleared his throat before answering your question.

“Aye, he’s rather impatient. He always finds his way back to me though,” you nodded while he talked. Jon had a soothing tone to his deep voice, it comforted you more than the surrounding forest. A relaxed quiet fell over to the two of you once more, before Jon spoke up again.

“What brings your family to Winterfell? If you don’t mind me asking, Lady Catelyn never talks about our guests when I come around.” you shook your head at this. You looked down at your feet, flashing back to the argument you had with Lord Mormont, your father. This possible arranged marriage was awful to even think about, let alone talk about; but you trusted Jon. He seemed the trustworthy type.

“My father wished to arrange a union between myself and one of the little Lord Starks. Whether it be Robb or Bran.” You shuddered at the thought. You were much older than the younger lords, Bran and Rickon; what a strange match that would be. While Robb was nice, he seemed to be slightly impulsive when it came to in-the-moment choices; much like yourself. You needed someone more mature and thoughtful to make you think. 

“Robb is very kind, brave, he’d make a perfect match for you.” You looked up, meeting Jon’s dark brown eyes. He was frowning as he spoke, knowing that what he said wasn’t what you wanted to hear, or for him to say.

“I don’t want that perfect match,” you said, “I want adventure, true love. I don’t care how funny it sounds. I believe it exists, just as much as fate.” Jon snorted at that, bringing your attention back to his face. He noticed you looking at him and turned to look after Ghost. “You don’t believe in fate, Jon Snow?” He looked back to you and let out a sigh.

“I believe events occur when a person makes a certain choice. That choice can change everything for that person the instant they make it. Predestined events, I’m not sure.” You smiled at him, causing the boy to turn the corners of his lips upwards a little.

“I do believe fate brought us together, Jon, whether you believe it or not.” Jon chuckled, the first bit of laughter from him you had heard. The sound made your heart flutter, a new sensation brought on by the handsome boy.

“I do believe,” Jon said teasingly, “that is was Ghost that brought us together.” At the mention of his name, the pup padded through the trees. His red eyes looked from Jon to you, and back again before turning tail in the other direction. Jon shook his head and you both followed the direwolf over a small hill and deeper into the forest.


Your family had decided to stay in Winterfell for a few days, at least until the King and the Lannisters arrived. For the first time you were glad you family wanted to marry you off to a Stark; it allowed you to spend more time with Jon Snow. You had found a friend in him, as you both wanted far different things than what your fathers had planned.

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