i had to leave out two

anonymous asked:

Omg... Remus in Beauty and The Beast... when he turns back into a man... the parallel being him after a full moon. 😭

Tears slipped out of the corners of your eyes as you clutched Remus’ limp body. The villagers had left him in very bad shape. Blood was gushing and his breathing was slowing. 

“Remus, please,” you whimpered, grasping at his fur. “Don’t leave me.”

The stag, dog, and rat that also inhabited the castle paced around the two of you, the dog whining softly. With its snout, it nudged at Remus’ unmoving carcass. 

“I love you,” you sobbed burying your face in his soft fur. “I’m sorry I never told you.”

Light streaked through the sky and Remus was lifted into the air by some unseen force. Before your eyes, Remus transformed from a self-described beast into a handsome man. 

Returning to the ground, the lean man with sandy-brown hair stared at his hands in awe. 

His eyes hesitantly met yours. The same warm brown eyes that you had grown so fond of now inhabited the face of the stranger before you. 

“(Y/N), it’s me,” he admitted softly. 

“Remus?” you asked, your voice shaky.

“You broke the curse,” he mused, still unsure of his newly reclaimed status as a man. 

“I did?”

He nodded, a smile playing on his lips, “You said you love me.”

“I meant it,” you blushed, your eyes suddenly very interested in the ground. 

He took a step toward you, a hand tentatively reaching out to cup your cheek, “I love you too.”

Remus slowly brought his lips to yours. The kiss was soft and sweet. A long time coming. You probably would have stayed locked in that position for ages had you not been interrupted by a chorus of whooping. 

Pulling apart quickly, you saw three boys rushing toward the two of you. 

“Thank God!” said a tall, ebony-haired boy. 

“We thought we’d be stuck that way forever,” clarified a messy-haired boy with glasses hanging off the tip of his nose. 

“We are eternally grateful, (Y/N),” added a mousy boy. 

“The confidence you all had in me is astounding,” Remus joked as the boys tackled him in a bear hug. “I believe you’ve met Sirius, James, and Peter, though admittedly not in these forms.”

Originally posted by stallingdemons

datarsiah  asked:

Anon would love something about how the guys react to their bae being in hospital. As that where I am now. Please and thank you.

I hope your okay!


The first chance he gets, he visits you.
Upon seeing you’re fine, he relaxes slightly, but he still sits with you, long hours just talking and the occasional joke.

Whenever a nurse would walk in, you had to contain your laughter because he would keep himself on the ceiling until they would leave.

You had to force him to leave, but he didn’t leave without a kiss, of course. [Maybe two or three, and poor guy was so used to going out a door he almost went right into the busy hallway.]


The moment he heard, he left to seek you out, regardless of the light of day or the many eyes that could see him.

You had to convince him to calm down because you were pretty sure he was about to kidnap from your bed right then and there. Unfortunately, your leg was in pretty bad shape so the nurse were in and out and in and out.

Raph was so big he had to hang out the window before coming back in. [When you got discharged, a really curious elderly woman asked you about a large green man hanging out your window.]


Like Raph, he jumps in headfirst. He is ready to go and rescue you from the hospital, but his bros hold him down until nightfall.

[No literally, they have to tackle him and hold him down every single time he tries to leave.] When he finally escapes, he ends up getting stuck in the hospital window, [you almost pass out from laughing, he just rests his chin on his hand and watches you lovingly, not caring if he was seen or not]

You two talk about random things, as it turns out you were trying to do parkour and sprained something, which Mikey found absolutely amazing.

The doctors cane in your room to find a bewilderingly cracked window and an empty bed. Mikey told you he was gonna rescue you, didn’t he?


He doesn’t bother you immediately, he waits until nightfall when the hospital’s bustle has died down and then he visits you. You were asleep, having been given narcotics for your injury.

[Which Donnie totally signed btw, later on you vowed to pinch him bc the docter kept asking about it]

You woke up, but only for a little bit. You were sleepy and woozy and all your replies came out jumbled, but Donnie thought it was cute. After tending properly to your wounds, he left.

[And ofc he left a little note, right on top of your head]

anonymous asked:

A fluffy scenario where Himuro finally realizes he’s in love with his friend of several years after she admits to him in conversation that she used to have a crush on him (she still does but doesn’t want to tell him). Thank you, love! You have no idea how much this blog brightens my day.

I’m glad we could be that little ray of sunshine for you~

“That one looks like a bunny.”

Laying back on the grass, she pointed up toward the sky at a puffy cloud rolling past. It moved through the air fast, catching up with the other clouds that had already been called out. The bunny joined the bear, the snake, the Christmas tree, and many other shapes she’d imagined for herself.

When most of the clouds had rolled past, leaving clear blue skies above, Himuro thought to himself. How long had it been since the two of them really had the chance to lay back like this together? The answer was too long, in his opinion.

“You know.” Her voice had come out as a breath, the wind practically carrying it away. “I used to like you a lot when we were younger. As in, more than a friend.”

He found himself sitting up to get a better look at her. She had turned her head away slightly, trying to hide the pink that dusted the apples of her cheeks. He could feel the warmth of color finding its way to his as well. Why hadn’t he realized?

“You say that like it’s in the past tense now,” he noted, shifting closer. As he moved to catch her gaze, he could feel his heart beating heavily in his rib cage. “You mean you no longer feel that way now?”

Catching onto his hint, the heat in her cheeks grew in intensity as she watched Himuro lean in. “I might,” she whispered.

And then his lips were on hers, his unspoken confession drifting away with the clouds.

i was playing as dva yesterday with some friends and on the route 66 map the enemy widowmaker kept giving us grief while we were trying to push the payload so i got tired of it and rocket boosted up to chase her out of her sniper nest with the intent to kill her

except then enemy mercy got a healing tether on her and tbqh i dont have the aim or mobility as dva to kill a constantly-moving widowmaker whos also being pocketed so after like half a second i just stopped and waved at her like “hiya!!”

and i can only imagine how confused she had to have been bc for a good second or two she literally just stopped and looked at me

then she just “……………bonjour” and immediately grappled away

so for the rest of the game id just chase her out of sniper nests, wave, and then leave her alone again. pro strats 

“I’ll see you again.” (part 16)

Originally posted by loveviral

Summary: A Credence Barebone imagine (Credence x Reader)

Note: This is the 17th part to this imagine so make sure you check out the others! I hope you like and reblog it. There also will most likely be a grammar mistake so bare with me. Anyway… I hope you enjoy!

Date published: February 27, 2017

Warnings: mentions of abuse, and WAY too much cuteness to handle

Year: December- 1926

Part: sixteen of ?


The whole week consisted of the two of you leaving the house as much as you could. You went to the market together, to the bank, and anywhere else you had to run errands. You wanted to get him used to not being in the apartment all the time. 

The trip to Maine was coming up and you still had to tell your mom that he was coming. You didn’t know how she was going to take it. You debated just bringing him and not saying anything, but you decided that probably wasn’t the best idea.

It was an early in the morning. The sun was just starting to pour in a warm orange around the apartment. You sat at the kitchen table, with a steaming cup of tea and a blank piece of paper. You were trying to write to your mom, but you didn’t know how to tell her. You looked over at the couch and saw Credence sleeping peacefully. You sighed, frustrated that you didn’t know how to write this letter.

Dear Mom,
I hope you and dad are doing well. I’m really excited about seeing you all next week!
Okay, I have to tell you something. I’m bringing someone home this time. First off- we are friends. He has been staying with me for a few weeks. He’s had a rough life and he doesn’t have anyone else but me. So prepare to have an extra person there. Also don’t freak out like you always do about these kinds of things. His name is Credence. Prepare everyone to be really kind to him, because people haven’t been very kind to him in the past. He’s also used to being around just one person, so tell everyone to not get crazy like they always do.
Sorry for the short notice. I just didn’t know how to tell you.

Holiday wishes,

You had just finished the letter when Credence sat up. His hair was pushed up on the side he was sleeping on. You chuckled to yourself at the adorable sight. “Good morning.” You said, breaking the morning silence you had gotten used to. He gave you a tired, half smile. “Good morning.” His voice was that croaky morning voice you love.
He stood up and walked over to the table where you sat. He leaned against the back of your chair. You could feel his cheek resting against your temple. He looked at the letter, laying on the table. “Who’s the letter for?” He asked.
You heart raced at the feeling of him so close to you. Especially when he initiated it. “My- My mother.” You stuttered, your cheeks turning red. “I’m- I’m telling her about you.” You said, turning around to see him. His mouth was slightly curved in a small smile, something you saw a little more now. But at this his face fell. “You- You are?” He said, nervously. “Yeah. We’re leaving in a week and if we want the letter to get there before we do I need to send it today.” You told him, standing up from the table. “What are you telling her?” He asked, playing with his hands nervously. You picked up the letter and began to read it.

“– First off- we’re friends.” You paused, looking up from the letter. Credence quickly looked down. “I just told her that so she wouldn’t think that we-” You paused again. You weren’t the type of person to talk about your feelings, but you had been thinking about this a lot. You knew Credence wouldn’t talk about his feelings first. So you knew you had to be the first to talk about it. “Are we? Are we just friends?” You asked quietly, looking at your feet. You glanced up, to see what Credence was thinking. He stared at you, not expecting your question. You walked over to the table and sat down. You patted the place in front of his seat, telling him to sit. He awkwardly walked over and sat down. He stared at his hands in his lap. 

“How do you feel about me?” You asked in a quiet voice. “I know you’ve said that you love me.” You swallowed, nervously. “And I’ve told you, I love you. But I think this is something we need to talk about.” You looked up at him. He was still staring at his lap. “Do you want to talk about it?” You asked slowly, still looking at him. He shrugged. “Okay.” You said, with disappointment in your voice. You stood up and walked to the sink. You leaned against it, back turned to Credence. You really did want to talk about it. You felt like it would be good for both of you to get it off your chest.

 "(Y/N)?“ You heard him say behind you. "Yeah?” You said, not turning around. “A-At first I didn’t know what was wrong with me.” He started. You turned around slowly, amazed that he was opening up. “I had seen couples on the street, but I never thought anything of it.” He rested his hands on the table, still nervously playing with them. “I didn’t know what I was feeling. Every time I saw you my stomach-” He paused. You sat down at the table, still listening attentively. He sighed, gathering the courage to keep talking. “Then I realized what I was feeling. Then I was s-scared for feeling that way.” He still felt weak for admitting when he was scared. You could tell too, so reached out and placed your hand in his. “You’re doing great.” You smiled at him. “I-I thought I should stop, because I knew you would never see me that way. Then that night when you helped me in the alley. I thought maybe-” He paused and bowed his head lower. You squeezed his hand tighter. “Maybe you-you felt the same way.” his voice got quieter as he spoke. “I do, Credence. But I can’t help but wonder if-” Your eyes shifted around the room as you bit your bottom lip. “If you feel this way because I’m the first person to show you kindness.” You took a deep breath and continued. “There is so much out there and so many kind people. I don’t want to hold you back from something- someone better.” Your voice was shaky. It was hard to say these things because I didn’t want him to go, but you couldn’t hold him back.

You both sat there in silence for a while, holding each other’s hand from across the table. “I don’t think there is better. How does it get better than you?” He said, breaking the silence. You looked up to see him staring at you. You smiled, tears falling down your face. You stood up from your chair and walked over to him. He stood up and you jumped up into a hug. You started to shake with sobs. He held you so tight. One hand holding your waist and the other resting on the back of your head. You hugged his neck and buried you face in his chest. “I love you, Credence.” Your voice was muffled from the tight hug. “I love you too. So much.” At this you hug him even tighter.

He pulled you off of him and held your face. He moved the hair away from your damp face. Tears continued to fall from your eyes, but he wiped them away with his thumb. He stared at you with so much love in his eyes then he pulled you into the sweetest kiss. He held your face with both hands. You grabbed the side of his shirt and placed your other hand on his arm.

It was the most passionate of kisses. You hadn’t kissed him since the night you found out about Mr. Graves. It felt so good to finally kiss him again. You didn’t want to rush him into it again because of all that he had been through.

You finally pulled away. He still gently held your face. You went back in for a hug. Your head rested against his chest. You could hear his heart beating so fast. You smiled because you knew he was nervous and so were you. “I’ll make some breakfast.” You said, not wanting to let go. You let go and stared up at him. He nodded at you and you walked over to start breakfast.

While you cooked you put a Christmas record on. You loved Christmas. It was the best time of year and you were so happy you got to spend it with Credence. Every now and then you would glance over at the mistletoe on your shelf. Your mom had sent it over a week ago and you never put it up. You didn’t want to pressure Credence, so you never hung it up. You thought maybe now that you had kissed again that you could. But you decided not to.

After breakfast you put the letter in an envelope and put the address on it. “I’ve decided not to rewrite it.” You said out of no where. “What?” Credence asked. “Seeing as we’re not just friends, I thought about rewriting the letter. But I thought it might be better not to tell my mom just yet.” You said, finishing up the address. You didn’t look up at Credence. You still blushed at talking about your feelings for him. “Do you want to run to the post office with me?” You said, after licking the envelope. “No, I think I’ll stay here.” He said, quietly. “Okay. I won’t be long.” You said, putting on your coat. “Bye.” You said, as you closed the door.

About half an hour later you were back in your apartment. You sat at the table, paying bills and such. The Christmas record played softly in the background. Credence was on the couch reading. He had read almost five books since he came. You were happy he found something to enjoy. You glanced up at the shelf. The mistletoe was gone. ‘Where could it have gone?’ You thought to yourself.
You continued to pay the bills, but it was hard to focus.

The sun was starting to set as it began to snow again. “How about some dinner?” You asked. Credence looked up from his book. He was cuddled under a blanket on the couch. “Okay.” He said, standing up. “I’ll help you.”
“Thanks.” You said, looking in the fridge for some chicken to make.

The apartment filled with the amazing smell of dinner. Credence cut up some potatoes and you made the chicken. He walked over to the boiling pot of water and put the potatoes in. He stayed, standing next to you. You laid your on his shoulder as the music continued to play softly. He took the fork you flipped the chicken with out of you hand and put down. He took your hand in his and you turned to face him. He moved his other hand to your waist. You put your hand on his shoulder and moved in closer, resting your head on his chest. You swayed back and forth to the music. He rested his chin on your head and you both closed your eyes, soaking in the moment. “Don’t leave me.” He said, quietly in your ear. You looked up at him, with sad eyes. “Never, Credence.” You told him.  "You don’t have to worry.“ You said, hugging him. You felt him start to cry and you squeezed him tighter.
You grabbed his hand and pulled him to the couch.

You sat, facing each other. You held his hands and said, "Tell me.” You knew he had so much he wanted to say. He sniffed and wiped away tears. “Every night I’m scared to go to sleep because I’m scared I’ll wake up and you’ll just be a dream.” He said, with a croaky voice. Tears burned in your eyes. “I’ve never felt this way before. No one has ever treated me like this. I’m scared you’ll get to know and you’ll decide you don’t want me anymore.” He rambled out, not looking you in the eye. “Credence, I want to get to know you more. I’m not going to leave you.” You told him, pulling his chin up. “I want to know more about you, so much.” You said, scooting closer to him. You both sat there for a while, heads bowed. “What’s your favorite color?” You said, slightly laughing. He looked up at you with a small smile, tears still wet on his face. “Green. A dark green, like a Christmas tree.” He told you, starting to feel better. “What’s yours?” He asked, with pure interest in his eyes. You smiled at this. “Blue. Like the sky on a clear summer day.” He smiled at that. “Oh my gosh! The chicken!” You said, breaking the stare between you.

You ran to the kitchen and flipped the chicken. Thankfully it wasn’t burnt. You also stirred the potatoes. After you finished, you walked back to Credence and sat on the couch. “What’s your favorite dessert?” You asked, excited to know more about him. “Probably cookies.” He told you. “We should make Christmas cookies!” You said, excitedly.

During dinner you continued your conversation. You asked him questions and he answered them. You learned that his favorite season is spring and that he hated it when it rained. You told him that you loved it when it rained. “Why?” He asked, wondering how anyone would like rain. “Because it’s beautiful! I mean I understand why you don’t like it. You were forced to be out in it all the time.” You said “But I think it’s beautiful.” He looked lovingly at you while you spoke of the things you love.

While you washed the dishes together you learned that he had never been out of New York. “Well than I’m glad I get to be there when you do.” You said, thinking about Maine. You were still nervous about him meeting your family. “You’re going to love Maine. It’s beautiful.”

After you had cleaned up the kitchen and put the dishes away you stood around the apartment, wondering what to do next. The music still played and the Christmas tree shined bright in the dark apartment. Credence walked over to you and grabbed your hand nervously. He stood in front of you and stared at your hand as he rubbed the top of it with his thumb. “Credence?” You said, knowing something was up. “Come here.” He said, leading you across the room. He stopped under the lower part of the ceiling where the loft was. He held both of your hands and stared at them nervously. “What’s wrong?” You asked. He looked up at the ceiling. You looked up too, curiously. There was the mistletoe, hung up above you. He looked back down at you. His eyes were filled with nervousness. You could feel his hands shaking in yours. You stared at each other for a while. 

Suddenly Credence moved forward, firmly pressing his lips against yours. His lips were warm on yours. The kiss was a little more aggressive than your other kisses. You held each other’s hands in between you. He pulled away, his face inches away from yours. He looked at you as if to ask if this was okay. You smiled at him and went back in for a kiss. He moved his hands to your waist and you placed your hands on his neck. You pulled away again and rested your forehead in his. “You’re beautiful, (Y/N).” He told you, shyly. You could tell it took everything out of him to tell you this. You smiled at him and jumped up into a hug. “I love you, Credence.” You told him. “I love you too.” He said, hugging your waist tighter.

To be continued…


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Poor Yurio can’t catch a break, even over long distance video calls (Viktor you act oblivious but we all know otherwise)

Today, I fucked up... by punching my boss

Our office is set up really strange and to get to the women’s restroom you have to walk through a large dimly lit storage area and pass through a couple of doors. I had just finished washing my hands and turned to reach for the door to leave. Suddenly the door was flung open and scared the ever loving shit out of me. I guess my fight or flight chose fight because the next thing I know I’m wildly swinging a right hook. I punched my boss, who was dressed as a witch for Halloween, in the jaw/neck as we screamed at each other.

We’ve now had two “safety meetings” about preventing future incidents, they’ve made laminated signs and taped them to the bathroom door that say “Please open SLOWLY” and every woman in the office now announces themselves every time they come in or out of the office. I got a verbal warning from HR and I’m now too afraid to use the office restroom because I don’t know if I can be trusted when startled. I sat through a meeting about it dressed as a bumble bee and trying to not laugh and cry at the same time.

Check out more TIFU: Internet`s best fuck ups are here.

Why Viktor kissing Yuuri’s skate is significiant

So I did this as an answer firstly but after I decided to make a post out of it:

Viktor kissing Yuuri’s skate and Yuuri being clearly comfortable with it can mean a lot of things of course.

In my opinion two main things are:

Firstly it shows that Viktor and Yuuri are comfortable with each other, and they know what they feel. There is usually at least two weeks between Rosetelecom and China cup so they had time to talk about the kiss and their relationship. They love each other and affectionate.

Secondly: They are in Russia. Russia was in uproar about Viktor leaving to coach “some” Japanese skater after a video. ANd now Living Figure Skating Legend Viktor Nikiforov KNEELS DOWN before said “some” Japanese kid and proceeds to kiss his skates in recognition and love that he feels for this man and his skating. IN FRONT OF THE WHOLE WORLD, ESP. THE RUSSIAN MEDIA :D <3 You gotta love Viktor after this :D

Of course there can be a lot of interception but I feel these two are the most important ones!

maybe… we should leave the future alone. i have been thinking a lot about why christmas feels empty even though i love the holiday. why i can’t quite get it right, even with planning and careful presents and genuine love. why the new year came to us filled in fire.

i think we build it up too much. spend two months planning out perfection instead of waking up surprised on christmas morning. i wonder if that’s what made our holidays better when we were children - we had so few to look back on that we just hoped for the best and were always blown away by the smallest things. not having school was good enough back then. 

be gentle to 2017. let it make itself as good as it wants to be, because we put too much pressure on 2016 to be perfect. 2017 won’t be. 

plan for the worst and hope for the best and maybe, if we’re all very lucky, we might just survive this.

anonymous asked:

I went to the website that had all those B pap pics and searched the tag "Louis Tomlinson" and looked at his pap pics, guess what i found? Pap pics of D tangled up with a dude leaving Crique Le Soir after Louis' TXF performance. He refused to hold D's hand and held Lottie's hand and got papped with her instead, but d felt so left out and desperate for attention that she was clinging into other dude and he had his arms around her (looking and smilint directly at the camera) LOL

i’m CRYING, those aren’t just any dudes (there are two).. one of them is annas the club promoter and one of them is simon jones YIKES. not that it matters a whole lot now but it’s.. interesting that these weren’t circulated at the time hahaha 

(here are the photos x, x, x, x)

BTS Reaction - “I hate you.” /requested

geniebjones said: Bts reaction to, during a heated argument, their s/o yells out “I hate you” for the first time pweez

awh this is so sad :( 


He stops completely when he heard you yell those three words he always worried would come from you - I hate you. The two of you fought like crazy over tour schedules, and he knew how lonely you became when he had to leave for months at a time. This time, though, was different. His eyes would get teary and he’d stop fighting back.

“You don’t mean that. You don’t mean that, Y/N.”


The hurt in his eyes after you said it made him re-think what he was already saying to you. You two were fighting over his work schedule, and how he never answered his phone. He wouldn’t come after you after you said it, then ran upstairs to your room. And when you were out of sight, he’d let a tear slip from his eye before putting on his shoes and leaving.


You had gotten into a car wreck, and Jimin had the music too loud in the studio to notice his phone buzzing incessantly. He didn’t look at his phone for the next three hours, and when he saw that he had almost 100 missed calls from you, he called and called until a random person picked up - a nurse. She explained what happened. That evening, when Jimin walked in, you said those words, and he had no excuse.

“I hate you. You’re never there for me anymore.”


You guys were arguing over a pregnancy scare. You two fought constantly over the future but this time had really scared you, and it became this whole argument. When you said I hate you, he would swallow hard and rush to your side, hugging you and telling you that he was sorry with teary eyes.

Originally posted by jungkookfortunekookies


Tae would just shake his head, too angered by the fight. He’d shake his head and continue to fight back at you, but he saw how upset you were, and went after you to apologize when you walked out of the kitchen.


You were both fed up with each other. It was the holidays and being around both families and each other was beginning to get claustrophobic, and you began to accuse each other of not wanting to be around each other’s families. It got heated, and when you said I hate you, he would stop and grab your wrist.

“No, you don’t. We promised to get through stuff like this, remember?


He’d only stare at you and walk away. Suga isn’t the type to give up a grudge easily, but those words echoed in his head all night. He would think, “There’s no way she really hates me, right?”

Trollhunters Theory:

Jim has Troll blood.

Just hear me out…..Ok, so we know the amulet has never picked a trollhunter of human blood. And why, out of all humans, is Jim selected?

One. He has a father we don’t know barely anything about. He just left one day, mysteriously. If Jim’s father was a changling, that would make sense. Maybe he was forced to leave. Maybe he didn’t want to follow through with the plans to complete the bridge and basically destroy mankind (since he now had a family and a son).

Two. In one early scene, Toby accuses Mr. Strickler of being a changling. Jim just laughs and says,

“If he’s one, I’m one.”

Coincidence? Maybe…but, does this mean Jim has troll in his bloodline? Is his father possibly a changling?


Bit on the ‘what if’ side of things, but I think we would all want a girl like this for Harry, in one way or another. (On a side note this is my all time favorite gif of him) 

Let me know what you thought, here, loves! I am accepting requests :-)

Originally posted by 1dcaradelevingne-blog

Harry had a habit of keeping you close.

Always, but most especially when it came to being out in public. The fans, well, it was no surprise that despite their dedication they were a bit much at times. Not just with their words, but their actions too. He wanted to protect you from it, because as much as he loved his fans, he loved you more.

He kept you tucked tightly to his side whenever he could, whether it was you two grabbing some food or simply leaving for a quick stroll, he didn’t like you being too far away. It was this fear that had kept him from admitting his feelings to you and from taking the jump from really good friends to significant others. His life was crazy, and he didn’t want that to affect you. Even when you two had been the best of friends, he had kept you hidden from the public eye. You were his, and his alone, private, a hidden treasure of sorts and he wasn’t quite ready to share you with anyone else, let alone the world.

Even today, he’s gripping your hand a bit too tightly as you struggle to keep up with his long strides. Admittedly, it’s a bit crazier than usual. It’s one of the boys’ biggest concerts on this tour, which is exactly why Harry had insisted on flying you out for it. It’s not that you hadn’t seen the boys perform before, you had. You’d been backstage at the X factor and with Harry every step of the way since then. However, you had never been to a show in the U.S., and Harry knew better than to listen to your protests of the plane ticket being too expensive. “Doesn’t matter, love. Want yeh here.”

It really came as no surprise then,  that the fans are lined up outside the hotel in a gregorious multitude, and that the roped polls and army of men dressed in black and appointed to your protection  looked significantly tiny in comparison.  The concert isn’t until tomorrow, the boys getting a much needed day of rest before. Or, they had planned.

You can’t help but look around in awe at all the commotion. Despite the lack of red carpet under your feet, you feel like you are indeed walking one. The fans are screaming left and right, startling bright signs waving around carelessly in exchange for even a second of the boys’ attention. There’s crying too, a lot in fact. You can hear it from all different directions as breathless pleas and sobs echo back and forth around you. The other boys were already inside the hotel lobby, behind the glass doors and away from the quiet roar of the crowd. They had opted to make Harry and you sit in the very back seats that the car offered, something about not wanting to lose lunch being their reason. Harry’s still stringing you along, mindful that you’re taking it all in but hurrying to get the pair of you inside as one of the bodyguards on his right is talking to him about god knows what.  His head is low as he listens intently to what the man is saying. When Harry’s career had first taken off, he would come home every once in 

awhile and be ecstatic about the fans, telling you stories about how heartfelt they were. It was so endearing to watch him, his green eyes alight as he recalled to you the moments that stood out to him in the sea of press releases and talk shows and signings. As time went on, though, it wasn’t that his stories diminished but rather the light in his eyes did. He still had lots to tell you, but you knew Harry well enough to know something was wrong under the surface. 

“Already tired of the fame, Styles?” You had teased him with a  quirk of your eyebrow. 

His head had snapped up from his phone at that, eyebrows furrowed and forehead creased. “No. Never. Yeh know that, love. S’just…” He mumbled, trailing off as he closed his eyes and ran a hand down his face. 

You had frowned at that, leaning across the booth and grabbing his wrist in your fingers. 

“Harry, what is it?” You ask, dragging his hand away from his face. He sighs, opening the tired eyes you had been avoiding to acknowledge since he came back. 

“They’re lovely, the fans. I would never question that, yeh know? We wouldn’t be anything without em. I- we, owe them so much.” He rambles, eyes narrowed as he tries to find the right words. 

“Harry.” You whisper softly, releasing his wrist to intertwine your fingers with his. “Look at me.” You demand after a quick beat. 

He does, blinking at you. 

You shake your head at him gently, “You don’t have to convince me love, I know exactly who you are. S’me you’re talking too, remember?”

His shoulders had sag a bit at that and after a little more coaxing he had admitted to you that it was exhausting at times, but there isn’t a thing he would change.

“Harry, you’re entitled to be tired. You handle it so well, you know that don’t you? All those interviewers looking to get a rise out of you.. You’re wonderful, Harry, and I’m glad I’m not the only who knows that.” You had responded with a squeeze of his hand.

He had flashed you a grateful smile in response.

“Although, I can say it was easier when thousands of girls weren’t pining for you, love.” You tease with a smirk, earning a loud chortle of laughter from him and a shake of his head, brown curls flopping around.

“S’only one girl I fancy, really.” He responds, lifting his hand to his mouth.

And you’re just about to enter the hotel, a mere few steps from the stairs when you spot the neon sign. It’s hard not to see it, really, but the words scrawled onto it is what causes you to come to a  stumbling stop. Harry comes to a stop too when he has to tug on your hand, your grip loosening from his. He’s instantly alert, ignoring the babbling man next to him as he lifts his head and turns over his shoulder to look at you. You’re turned away from him, staring somewhere off into the crowd and he wants to grab your attention, lean forward and grab your hand once again but he knows you’d only stop if it was important.

You don’t wait to offer him even a look of explanation as your step away from him, backtracking a few feet. The bodyguards and security members they have stationed behind you two and babbling away into their walkie talkies, spreading the news of the sudden stop. You’re stepping dangerously closer to the poll, the fans all screaming at you but you seem unphased. “Harry, she can’t just-” One of the bodyguards begins to lecture, and Harry knows he should say something. He takes a step forward to call after you, the guards around him mimicking his moves and keeping a tight box around him. But that’s when he notices the sign the girl you’re headed for is holding. He feels his heart pang a bit, every time he reads one of those signs he feels so.. Powerless. Him, big star Harry Styles who feels as if he’s the most menial man in the world were confronted with those ferocious words. Through twitter dm’s and instagram comments, to the posters he’d seen and the things he’d heard about fans, young girls thinking such disheartening things. He felt most frustrated with this, out of everything that came along with his career. 

You’re stepping closer to the fan whose eyes are wide as she lowers the sign and her mouth takes a widening ‘o’ shape. The guard closest to you grabs your elbow a bit possessively, causing Harry to frown. You turn, looking down at your elbow and up at the guard and although he can only see the side of your face Harry knows you’re giving the burlish man the sweetest of smiles. He’s talking to you in an urgent voice but you shake your head at him, extending the arm he isn’t holding onto to pat his forearm gently. Harry smiles a bit, the tension between his eyebrows unfolding. He recognizes the action all too well, it’s the one you give him when he’s worried or stressed or simply frustrated. A simple pat to the cheek and a kiss to his forehead with a placating, “Relax, love. You’ll be just fine.” The bodyguard, fond of Harry, turns to give him a questioning look and Harry nods at him. He releases your elbow, and you unaware of the exchange step closer to the fan.

You smile at her, black letters painted across her flushed cheeks, 1D taut against her freckled skin. You lean forward and offer your hand, and she carelessly drops the sign to the floor to hold on it. 

“Hi, love. What’s your name?” You ask over the roaring girls around you, everyone spreading the word that Harry Styles’ girlfriend is speaking to fans. 

“C-caroline.” She stutters, eyes wide and voice trembling not nearly as much as her hand is in yours. 

“That’s a lovely name, I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you.” You respond with a smile. 

“I know who you are! I mean- I..” She stutters, ashamed of her sudden outburst. 

You smile at, flushing yourself. “I saw your sign, Caroline.”

  Her eyes go wide and her face drops to stare at said sign, laying on the ground with the word side facing up. Harry, you saved my life. 

She glances up at you, eyes swimming a bit. Caroline clears her throat, blinking at you, “Can I tell you?” She gestures to the sign with her foot.

You nod at once, and she begins to spill as much of her story as she can, tripping over the details and gasping with deep breaths to share enough in the short time you two have together. You nod along when you can, encouraging her with your eyes. The girls, around you and maybe a bit farther away too have fallen quiet as well.

When she’s done, you smile at her. “Oh, love. I’m sorry to hear that.” She smiles at you and even without the cameras on you, you would’ve considered your words just as carefully.

You clear your throat a bit and you address not just Caroline but all the girls around you, You shake your head at her, bringing your other hand up to sandwich hers between yours. “Being a teenager is a  proper pain in the arse, isn’t it?” You ask, addressing the girls around you two that leaning on their toes to get a better angle with their smart phones and listen to your words.

They laugh in response to your inquiry, nodding. You grin at them, taking in all of their wide eyed faces and expectant stares.

“I hope-” You stop at that, biting your lower lip and shaking your head before you start again, “I want you all to know it gets better, yeah? I know it seems like it won’t ever end or get better, but I promise you it does. And you’ve got to keep your pretty heads up. Focusing on the good things, it’ll help loves. Good people, good books, I mean you’ve already got good music to keep you company.” You add with a smile.

The girls nod all together and you feel your heart swell a bit when Caroline finally flashes her smile at you.

“You’ve got a beautiful smile, Caroline. Should wear it more often.” You offer as a parting sentence, before you pull your hands away from hers and wave at the group before turning back.

“Wait! Could- do you mind signing this?” Caroline cries, sign outstretched towards you. 

Your eyebrows furrow together, “Me?” 

“Yes, you’re awesome!” She screams, causing you to laugh. 

“I haven’t got a pen..” You mutter slightly, glancing over your shoulder at the bodyguard who gives you a pressing look. 

“I’ve got one, pet.” A warm voice says as a hand slips around your lower back. You turn and see Harry beaming at you with a pen in his hand. 

“Thanks, love.” You respond as you sign it for Caroline before she asks for Harry’s, who obliges, and after that the fans pick up the ir screaming again hand outstretched and waiting to grab at your boyfriend. 

“Let’s go yeah, unless yeh want to stop for anymore detours.” He mumbles into your ear before pressing his lips to your temple.

 “No, no, let’s go.” You nod and let him lead you towards the stairs, waving at the girls one last time.

The glass doors shut behind your and the other boys have taken a seat in the waiting area, standing up with a dramatic sigh when you two finally enter. You shoot them a quick look before Harry is towering in front of you with his hands locked tightly around your waist.  

You glance up at him hesitantly, expecting a scoff with a wild “what were yeh thinkin’ love?” but instead a met with a warm smile. Harry’s smile. His dimples are popping and his eyes are shining and you know it’s not from the reflection of the florescent lights in the hotel lobby. 

“What’re you smiling about?” You ask, leaning up to poke his dimple.

 He chuckles, turning his face to press a swift kiss to your finger. “Jus’.. happy, sweetheart.” He mumbles, leaning forward and impatiently kissing your forehead. 

You hum, gripping the fabric of his jacket and pulling yourself closer to him. The cameras outside are probably having a field day with what had just happened and Harry’s sudden burst of affection. “She was lovely, wasn’t she? Caroline.” You clarify, glancing back out the glass doors at the still boisterous fans. 

“She was.” He agrees, one hand reaching up to tilt your chin back in his direction.

You humph at him, “Needy, aren’t you?”

His response is a grunt and pressing his thumb deeper into your chin, before he grabs it and brings you forward in a scorching kiss.

When he finally pulls away, forehead resting against yours and puff puffs of breath warm against your cheek, he speaks, “Thank yeh for that, love. Yeh didn’t have to.. That was sweet of yeh. That girl’s gonna remember that for a long time.” He mutters, kissing your cheek.

It was the exact genuity that had attracted him to you in the first place. How simply it came to you to make someone else’s day better without a second thought. 

You smile at him, eyes narrowed in confusion, “All I did was talk to her, give her a listening ear. Anyhow, she adores you  and I reckon if we could leave her a little piece of you, she’d have something to cheer her up a bit. At least for a while, you know help keep her grounded. ”  

Harry shakes his head at you, ringed fingers brushing across your cheek, “Yeh did so much more than that, angel.  Don’t think those girls are gonna be thinking about me at all. The difference yeh just made…“ He trails off before clearing his throat and restarting, “Love yeh. Yeh know that, right?”He gripes suddenly, forehead bumping against yours to punctuate his words. 

You give him a genuine smile, laughing slightly as you tilt your head up to brush your nose against his lightly, “Love you, Harry.” 

The Jealous Original

Elijah x Reader

Requested By Anon

Warnings: smut, sex

“I’m surprised he hasn’t caught on.” Klaus chuckled as he sipped from his drink and let you rest your head on his shoulders.


“I don’t know what you mean?” You chuckled and he shot you a look.


“Because sitting here snuggled up next to me in plain sight of my brother isn’t an attempt to make him jealous?” Klaus glanced at Elijah and smirked when he found his brother pretending not to watch the two of you.

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Andrew looks at his phone through his lashes. Neil had cajoled and bullied him into buying an Iphone-we can video call each other, he had insisted. As if I want to see anymore of your stupid face, Josten, Andrew had replied, but had driven out to buy one the other day. He’d pretended he couldn’t see the quiet smile on Neil’s face.

It has been exactly two weeks since they’d last talked in person. It feels like an eternity. It's been less than twelve hours since they last talked, but Andrew already misses Neil. It’s a bone deep ache, that’s slowly driving him insane, he tells himself that it isn’t about Neil, it’s the days spent in unfamiliar hotel rooms and in unfamiliar beds and it’s that, too, but that’s far from the entire truth.

He looks through his phone, his finger hovering over Neil’s name before he lets it flop down on the bed next to him. It’s late and Neil-the idiot that he is-never gets enough sleep as it is.

He resigns himself to another sleepless night.There was a time when Neil’s warmth next to him made him square his shoulders and brace himself for danger, now the lack of warmth feels somehow excruciating. He twists and turns, uncomfortable in his own skin and that feeling had faded once, and he-he stops himself, he won’t allow himself to be dragged into that downward spiral again.

He allows himself to close his eyes and envision that junkie, the twist of his lips when he smiles and the exact shade of auburn of his hair and the glint in his blue eyes, just for a moment.

The next day, the doorbell rings even before he’s awake. He gropes around for his knives and stands, his hackles are raised and there’s a sour taste in his mouth, that has nothing to do with sleep.

He opens the door to the hotel room, in the long sleeved shirt and sweatpants that he slept in. He sees messy auburn hair and tanned skin. Neil hovers in the doorway, not uncertain, merely waiting for his consent.

Andrew hates him for that. He steps aside to let him in and closes the door behind him. Neil makes a beeline straight for the bed and flops down on it. He doesn’t seem to have brought a bag or any clothes with him.

“Did you come here to sleep?” Andrew asks. Neil hums and turns to look at him from where he has buried his head in a pillow. “The plane ride was absolute hell,” he says half slurring his words.

Andrew has no time to pity him. Neil wouldn’t have come over if it was too much trouble. But Andrew wanders over to him anyway, it’s only because Andrew’s bored and Neil is the most interesting thing in the room, or so Andrew tells himself.

Neil turns to smile at him. “Hey,” he says. Andrew just looks at him with a heavy lidded gaze. Neil starts to tell him about the team and Robin without prompting because he knows Andrew won’t ask.

Andrew lets him make mundane small talk for a while, content to listen to his voice, before reaching out a hand and letting it hover over Neil’s shoulder. Neil’s voice doesn’t falter as he tells him how fucking lonely his bed feels without Andrew, but his lips curl slightly at the corners. Andrew’s quiet, “Yes or no?” is met with a heated “yes" and Neil rises up on one hand to kiss him.

Heat coils in the pit of his stomach and he curls his hands in Neil’s hair. They have never said ‘I love you’ to each other, but if actions speak louder than words, Andrew reckons, they might as well be shouting it.

When they finally break apart, Neil looks at him and says with quiet happiness, "You missed me.” Andrew leans back, the spell broken and says, “No, I didn’t.” Neil grins and with his scrunched nose and messy hair, Andrew leans back in and lets Neil meet him halfway. “Yes, you did,” Neil murmurs against his lips and Andrew concedes defeat, just to shut him up.

hi i’m interrupting ur evening with some Real Shit about this monday’s cp update because it’s HELLA important to me

even tho the team and all their bro-ness had the opportunity to confront jack and bitty about their relationship and maybe how fricking obvious they are they let jack and bitty go at their own pace, come out on their own time 

for all their frat-like lifestyle, this team is the sweetest most awesome bunch of people ever and hey, maybe it’s not everyone’s “realistic” situation, but it is so nice to see the respect they have for their friends. having that kind of support system is important and it’s great for everyone to see ok

Certain As The Sun: Feysand Fic Part 1

In honor of Feysand Smut Week, I am using prompt 4.) Reunion Sex. Trust me, I know I’m waaaay late on starting this.

So here is one of the other stories that you guys voted on! ***WARNING: DOES CONTAIN MATURE CONTENT*** I had a lot of fun writing this one, so I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. Anyways, enjoy! And don’t forget to like, reblog, and leave a comment! This is only part one of maybe two or three, so please be active and let me know if you’d like me to continue it and find out what happens!

Find the other story you all voted for(a Mature Rowaelin Fic) here.


I paced back and forth, surprised I hadn’t yet worn a path into the floor. Since before dawn I had been awake, alone to deal with all the thoughts racing about in my head thanks to the news that had come from the Summer Court.

I had been sitting in the garden, just opening my first bottle of brandy for the night. It had been foolish of me to do so, but earlier that day I had visited the cabin where Feyre and I had stayed for a bit, grasping at anything that would make me feel close to her even if just for a few moments.

I had taken all but one step into that cabin and seen the eyes she’d painted, the shadowy purples and blues and pearl hues of Velaris at night, seen how she’d been able to capture everything we were with nothing but a few brushes and some paint—and completely lost it.

Everything came back to me in a rush, and I remembered that that was the table I had first fucked her on, that was the pot she had cooked that soup in…the one that had sealed our Mating Bond, that was the bed on which we’d made love. She was everywhere. She had come to this place, having walked into it a stranger and left with every crack and crevice screaming of her presence.

So I returned to Velaris, feeling utterly hopeless with that aching in my chest and I was screaming—roaring down the bond. Waiting for her to respond. Waiting for anything, anything to reassure me that everything that had happened in Hybern had been an act. That she really was still alive, and still loved me as fiercely as I loved her.

I was going to get excessively drunk that night—an activity I usually liked to invite Cassian to join in on, but that night was one for drinking alone— hoping and praying that the alcohol would dull my senses, that it would fight off the nightmares I could feel clawing at the back of my mind. For the first time in a long time, I was scared. Frightened out of my ass that I would lose myself to the terrors that haunted me at night—the ones that had been slowly awakening from their slumber ever since Feyre returned to the Spring Court—and I would lose control and not be able to come back.

And then Tarquin had suddenly appeared, and though I had given him access to Velaris what seemed like moons ago but had truly only been no more than a few months, he startled me in a way I never allowed myself to be.

His face told me all I needed to know. Something serious had happened.

I only smiled grimly and motioned to a chair, another glass appearing on the small table. “You may as well get comfortable.” And then he’d gone on to tell me of things that I’d already known, things I hadn’t, and things I wished I had never heard and could erase from my memory.

A soft knock sounded, and moments later Azriel entered. He took one look at me and only said softly, “Rhysand.” It was a question I didn’t have a solid answer to, so I only shook my head and ordered him to sit. “Something’s happened.” I nodded. Azriel seemed to steel himself, his jaw setting and eyes hardening before he encouraged me to go on. Once I had told him everything, he merely asked, “So when will you tell the others? Do you wish for me to inform them of this?”

“I plan to inform them only of what I have deemed absolutely necessary for them to know. But I do not want you to tell anyone of this, Az. Not even Mor.” He scowled, but didn’t protest. He know I was right; If there was any one thing in this world that was his weakness, it was my cousin. Even if he refused to acknowledge it.

“When will you tell them?” The Illyrian warrior sat back in his chair, seeming to understand the gravity of the situation at hand.

My thumb and forefinger rubbed absently across my lips before I murmured, “Soon.”

There was another knock on the door, and I muttered for the rest of the Inner Circle to enter. They were all unusually quiet, even Cassian who was always known for cracking some joke or other. But they joined me, taking their seats around the table.

Almost in unison, the five members of the Night Court looked at the unoccupied sixth chair, the chair directly to my right. I looked at each of my friends in turn; one visibly shaking in anger, one staring somberly at the empty spot, one wearing a grim expression, and one wearing no expression at all.

Mor was the first to speak. “Have you heard from her?”

She needn’t specify whom she was referring to. Feyre had been absent from the Night Court for nearly eight months now. In all that time, I nearly never heard from her. Sometimes there would be whispers, or she’d send me a fleeting image of herself while I slept. Sometimes they’d be ones of her reading, other times they’d be ones that sent my blood roaring through my veins and had me wide awake for the remainder of the night.

But whenever I attempted to contact her, I got nothing. No matter how much I screamed I was met with nothing but silence. She wasn’t blocking me; I knew what that was like. If she was blocking my advances, I’d feel that steel wall of adamant she preferred to use. I used to receive it with a mixture of pride and frustration, but now it only made me worry. And now, I’d much rather be met with that impenetrable wall than the empty void I was now left to deal with. It was like I was standing on one end of a dark tunnel, screaming into a darkness that was never ending.

I knew she was more than capable of taking care of herself, knew that she must be unharmed because if she was I was certain I would have felt it and would have rushed to that great, gaudy castle like a bat out of hell, High Lord of the Spring Court be damned.

“No.” The word rang throughout the room, echoing off the walls and filling me with a sudden, desperate need to be beside her. “But that’s not what we’re gathered to discuss. Feyre is fine, I am sure of it.”

“Yes,” Amren cut in softly. “Feyre spent years single-handedly caring for not only herself, but for her entire family.” She paused, making eye contact with each of us as she said, “I’m sure our High Lady is able to look after herself for a while.”

“Damn right she is,” Cassian heartily agreed, but sighed. “Still, I miss her all the same. She was the only one who recognized true beauty when she saw it.”

A devilish smirk graced my lips. “Thank you for the compliment, Cassian, but I believe we have more important matters to discuss.” The Illyrian warrior only glared, though there was a hint of amusement in his eyes.

“Speaking of which…Why, exactly, are we here?”

I smiled “Can’t I just have wanted to see all of you?”

Mor snorted, waving a hand of dismissal. “Oh, please. Cut the shit.”

“We are here, my dear cousin, because there’s been word on some new…developments regarding Jurian and the King of Hybern.”

“Finally,” Mor exclaimed, excitement glittering in her eyes. “Go ahead and sign me up. As lovely as it is has been being stuck in this city with all of you, I’m dying to get out of this damned house.”

“Now before you jump on the bandwagon, Mor, it goes without saying that this will be extremely dangerous. Any spies who’ve dared travel into the Sarguin lands has never been seen or heard of again.”

“Not to mention,” Amren drawled, filing away at her nails so that they became wicked sharp points, “We’ve all got death warrants sitting on our heads from some of the most powerful people in Prythian.”

Mor only grinned, “Then it’s a good thing we’re not going as spies,” she said. “Isn’t that right, Rhysand?”

I only nodded. Mor was too damn clever for her own good.“I need all of you,” I continued, “If you’re up for it, that is.”

“Well I, for one, am offended you’d even think I’d say no.” Cassian placed a fist over his chest. “I will do all I can to help, or die trying.”

“For Feyre,” Mor agreed, placing a fist to her heart. I could have sworn there was a slight bobble in her throat as she swallowed.

“For our High Lady.”

I noticed the change in the room moments before I heard, “Are you talking shit again, Cassian?”


As one our heads whipped towards the open balcony. For what seemed like an eternity we all just sat there, barely breathing and not believing what was before us.

Feyre stood on the balcony, dressed in a peach colored dress with elegant rose-gold embroidery—typical Spring Court fashion. Her hair was swept back with snow white pearls and beads, a diamond necklace winking at her throat. All of it was utterly ridiculous to be wearing in the middle of the afternoon, and she looked more like she was about to hold court than just be walking about, but—

She was smiling, and it appeared that she had not been missing meals as she had been when she had first been at the Spring Court. Her skin held a healthy glow to it, her posture showing not even a whisper of neither defeat nor sadness.

And her eyes.

Cauldron damn me, tears ran down her cheeks as Mor ran to her, crushing her in a hug. They clutched each other, Feyre’s face buried in Mor’s shoulder as if she herself couldn’t believe she was really here. And then my cousin must have said something amusing, for Feyre laughed, sniffling before turning to the rest of them.

They all hugged and greeted her, Cassian probably saying something that was more than mildly inappropriate, but I could hear nothing over the roaring in my ears. My blood raced through my veins, and I wasn’t sure I was breathing at all as she at last turned to me.

A lie.

This was all a cruel, impossible lie. She wasn’t here, she couldn’t be here in Velaris, in the Night Court and so close that I could close the distance between us in half a breath before I would be in her arms.

But then I felt a tender caressing down the bond, my senses awakening as if they’d been asleep all this time and I was just now realizing it. And everything was screaming that this was my mate—my mate. My Feyre. She was here. And I was here and—

Rhys,” she breathed.

And I shattered.

A broken gasp expelled from my lips and then she was there, right in front of me. Feyre was so close that our breaths mingled, and all I could do was stare at her.

Her hand reached up, cupping my cheek. I leaned into her touch almost instinctively, clutching her hand. I was absolutely certain that if I were to let go for even a split second she would disappear again and I’d never hear from her just as I hadn’t these past eight months.

I swallowed, “Feyre.” The room was utterly still and quiet, perhaps because the rest of the Inner Circle had made a sudden yet gracious disappearance. “Feyre,” I said again because I wasn’t quite believing this.

“Yes,” she nodded, swallowing. “I’m here.”

“I can’t believe it. Tamlin would never…Why—How—?

She stiffened almost imperceptibly at the name, a gesture that would have gone unnoticed by anyone else. “Tamlin doesn’t know. He and Lucien left a few days ago to meet with the King of Hybern and refused to take me with them.”

It didn’t surprise me. Tamlin, the stubborn bastard, would never change his ways. It seemed he still thought of Feyre as a precious, porcelain doll, the typical damsel in distress that couldn’t handle anything other than hosting parties and bearing children. The thought had my jaw clenching in anger.

Feyre gently squeezed my hand, pulling me from that dark place I was close to entering.

“And they haven’t hurt you? You’re truly okay?” I had to know. Eight months without hearing anything from her had me slowly losing my mind. What if something had happened and I didn’t know?

She nodded. “I had to refrain from communicating with you, Rhysand because…Because there are things that I’ve had to do that I would never want you to see or know about.” Feyre swallowed, tearing her gaze from mine as if ashamed.

I had a very good guess as to some of the things she had to do to keep up the facade that she was still infatuated with the High Asshole of the Spring Court, and I couldn’t deny that the images that flashed in my mind made me want to go find him and play with his mind until he’d need that lapdog Lucien of his to wipe his ass for him, but I could see that Feyre was upset. I could tell that despite knowing that what she was doing was invaluable to the future of Prythian, she felt disgusted at herself for having done these things.

So I pulled her closer, my fingers gently tipping her chin up to meet my eyes. “Feyre, there is not a thing in this world that would ever tempt me to think of you differently. What you have done, what you have to do…believe me, I understand it all.” A tear raced down her cheek, but she kept her gaze on me. “And if I could take your place I would. In less than a heartbeat, I swear I would.”

My thumb gently wiped the tear away, though it was quickly followed by another. “I’m sorry,” she softly apologized.

I shook my head. “There’s nothing to apologize for.” And just because i couldn’t stand to see her cry I added, “Although, if there is anything you should be apologizing for, it’s those naughty little images you tended to enjoy sending in the middle of the night.”

Feyre laughed, a full, head-tilted back laugh that filled both the room and my soul while taking my breathe away. “Are you saying you didn’t enjoy them?” She lifted an arched brow. The question was a territory I’d have to tread lightly on as although there was amusement lighting up her eyes, there was a much darker emotion hiding in them as well.

My arms circled around her waist, trapping her so that she was nearly flush against my body. I lowered my lips to her neck, breath fanning over her skin before reaching her ear. “Oh, I very much enjoyed them. Would you like to know why?”

“Enlighten me,” she purred.

“It’s because, Feyre, darling, I got to make up a bit of a list every time you sent me one of those images. A list of all the things I’d do to you once you returned as retribution.”

“Oh really?”

“If my memory serves me correctly,” I purred, my grip on her tightening, “I promised that  the next time we had a moment to ourselves, I’d fuck you.”

I pulled back, meeting her eyes. All trace of amusement had vanished, leaving behind only lust. A corner of her lips lifted slightly and I braced myself before she said, “I believe there was mention of a wall.”

I was a breath away from replying with an equally venereal retort when a thunderous BOOM! sounded, so loud I could have sworn the walls shook.

Immediately, one name came to mind.


First Time for Everything

Request: Can you do a one about the first time the boys call batmom “mom” plz :3

I wrote a part two to this which is here


The first time Dick called you mom you and Bruce weren’t even married yet.  It was kind of a surprise.  Bruce had decided that he wanted you to meet all his sons, and Dick was the only one to voluntarily do so.

You two spent the day together and it was definitely fun.  So when you had to leave, Dick wrapped himself around and said “Bye mom!” And then he realized what he just said.  And oh was he embarrassed.  He started getting flustered and stuttering over an apology.

You just laughed it off and hugged him.  “Dick it’s ok.  I’m honored that you see me as a motherly figure.”  After the he just called you mom from then on out.  


By the time Tim called you mom you and Bruce were married.  When he called you mom it was pretty hilarious.  When said it he was barely awake.  He had been staying up really late, and knowing him you knew he needed coffee.  So you brought him some.  

Or at least you tried to.  By the time you got there he had fallen asleep.  So you decided to take him to bed.  It took a lot of work dragging him into bed, but you eventually did it.  

You kissed him on the forehead and were about to leave, but then he grabbed onto your wrist.  All you could hear was him whisper “I love you Mommy.”  And then he went back to sleeping.  At least not for long cause your laughing woke him up.


You never really thought that Damian would ever get around to seeing you as his mom, or anywhere near that.  Surprisingly it ended up happening.  At a really bad time.

The boys had gone out to patrol, leaving you home alone.  You were in the kitchen when you had been knocked out.  Next thing you knew, you were blindfolded and tied up somewhere.  Your blindfold was removed to reveal that Talia Al Ghul had taken you.  

“You are ruining everything.  You are taking MY beloved.”  she sneered at you.  She lunged to attack you but stopped when  a cry was heard.  “MOTHER!”  Damian had showed up.  It hurt that he saw only Talia as his mother.  But you understood.  Talia walked to her son, only to be pushed away.  Damian ran to you and untied you.  “Mother are you ok?”

You were shocked.  Not as much as Talia.  She was shocked that you were able to ruin even her son.  He hugged you and whispered, “I was worried that we would not find you.”

You felt pride.  Pride in the fact that you were able to show your son love he never had.  Pride that he saw you as his mother.  


It didn’t really seem like Jason liked you.  At all.  You tried your best to get him to tolerate you at the least, but it was hard when he was never around.  It had been longer than usual, which worried you.  

You went to his apartment to check on him.  You unlocked the door and went in, dropping everything when you heard his anguished screams.  Running into his room, you saw him thrashing around on the bed and sounding as if he was in pain.  

Sliding into his bed, you cradled his body, softly calling out his name.  He gasped and sat up, looking at you in disbelief.  “Mom?”  God he sounded so small and all you could do was  hug reassure him that you were here. He sobbed, and all you could think was how Jason had finally accepted you as his mother.  

A/N: So I wasn’t exactly sure if anon wanted an imagine or a oneshot so I did it to my best of knowledge.  Also I don’t really know what’s happening with Tumblr mobile, so if its glitchy idk.