i need to not argue anymore

Being overly-familiar with a series is such a weird burden sometimes because like

you’ll see some theory being passed around that you instantly know is wrong. Like it’s surprising to see people supporting it because the flaws in its logic are so glaringly obvious. Until it hits you that, yeah it’s wrong, but only because you were able to immediately remember the 5 second conversation between two background characters 17 minutes through s2e13 that definitively disproves it. And no casual fan would have any reason to remember that off the top of their head and it’s you who’s the weird human encyclopedia with a shot-for-shot memory the entire damn series.

Like at that point you don’t even know anymore whether to argue your point or just…maybe go outside for a little bit.

A dog person - Young!Sirius x Reader

Warnings : nope, maybe the GIF that personally makes me weak

Words : 2.8k

Request : yes

Note : it’s the imagine that I wrote a few days ago and that was deleted somehow, I’m sharing it again now. I know some people had the same request but anywayyyyy (thank you to the ppl who told me to post it again btw❣️). I just imagined a Patronus for Pettigrew, don’t mind it if it bothers you. I loved this request and got a bit carried away, it was just so damn cute.


Originally posted by bentbarnes


Even at Hogwarts everybody hated monday mornings, as they symbolized the end of the weekend, the return in class and especially, implied a lot of exhaustion. In fact, everybody except the 6th years, because to them Monday morning meant Defense Against the Dark Arts. Here you were, at your usual seat next to the wall on the first row. The classroom 3C had probably the biggest windows out of all the Turris Magnus, unfortunately you were too short to observe the view -everybody was- but you still tried to take a look everytime. You were on tip-toes, taking advantage of the fact that your teacher had not yet arrived to make another attempt.


« You know Y/N, I really enjoy the view you’re offering me when you stand up like this in front of me, but I think you should just sit down as our dear Professor is here. » whispered Sirius behind you. Your cheeks turner red as you did what he said, sighing in exasperation and trying to focus on the tall man standing in front of the class. Sirius knew his little seduction game made you feel a bit flustered and that was exactly why he liked doing it so much, he didn’t want you to be uncomfortable, he was only joking and you knew it. Out of the four Marauders, you spent most of your time with him or Remus, who actually introduced you to the others after meeting you at the library.


« Today I will try, and please notice that I said try, to teach you something that I know most of you have been waiting for. » said your teacher solanemly, holding his hands together behind his back. « The majority of witches and wizards are not able to produce it for it requires patience, concentration and determination. You probably guessed it already, I am talking about the Patronus charm, one of the most powerful defensive charms that exist.»


Immediatly, everybody started to whisper enthousiasticly to their neighbors, and even Lily who usually was the definition of the model student seemed hysteric. You smiled when you saw her, her dazzling hair flying in the air while she turned around towards the boys, already beginning to discuss on the shape their patronus would take. James had already managed to produce one and it was a deer just like his animagus. He could be turbulent, sometimes even insolent, but nobody could deny that he was an incredibly talented wizard just like Remus who was sitting next to him. Strangely, he stayed away from the general euphoria which spread in the class, playing almost nervously with his hands. You frowned, ready to ask him what was going on when your teacher knocked two times on the desk with his fists. The noises stopped and everybody looked at him once again.


« To produce a Patronus, it is necessary to concentrate on your most beautiful memory, and only this one. Find the memory that warms your heart the most and say clearly, wand in hand : expecto patronum. » Suddenly, a silver eagle flew from his hand and in the classroom. It was both beautiful and captivating. « This requires training, today we shall satisfy us with approaching the theoretical side of it and in the next class, I hope that you will be ready. Just know that it is difficult to obtain a corporeal patronus, and that its purpose is not to be beautiful, but to protect you from Dementors. Whether it is a rat, cat or lion, its power will be the same : the partonus is a shield, a messenger and a protector. »


He kept speaking during the whole following hour, adding that even if the animal shape the Patronus took did not define its strenght, it could mean something important for the wizard. Leaving the class everybody had only an idea in head : discover what their patronus was. The four boys, Lily and you had mutually decided to train together by the lake this afternoon. But right now you were going to eat, Sirius and James led the group speaking loudly and walking way too fast. Behind and standing by your side, Lily seemed to explain to Peter the details he had not understood. You left them silently to join Remus who walked at the back, alone, head low and dragging his feet. He raised his head when he saw you were waiting for him and turned the gentle smile you were giving him back to you. Interlacing your arm in his, you jumped at the opportunity to be alone with him to ask him what was wrong. Remus sighed, he seemed embarrassed and you strated to worry. He looked around to be sure no one was listening and then he bent a little towards you.


« I’m afraid my corporeal Patronus gives too much away, if you know what I mean. I already tried with James and it almost worked, and I swear I saw a long hairy tail before the light went off. » He whispered, biting his lip « With you guys it doesn’t matter, but if anyone else sees it… » He didn’t finish his sentence but you knew what he meant. Remus had always suffered because of his lycantropia, his parents and him had a nomadic life before he came to Hogwarts thanks to Dumbledore. Everytime someone started to be suspicious, they left and the little Remus never got to make friends. Even now that he had friends, really good ones, he was still afraid someone would found out. Taking his hand in yours, you squeezed it gently so he knew he wasn’t alone and you were here for him.


« We can practice alone another day if you want to be sure, you don’t have to do it today if you don’t want to. »

« I think that’s a good idea, thank you Y/N. »



Around 4pm, you sat in the green grass which lined the lake, between Sirius and Peter who seemed strangely concentrated into tearing away the petals of a flower one by one. You turned around towards Sirius who was already looking at you. You felt your cheeks burn a little when he did not look away which made him laugh, revealing his white teeth and his dimples.  He was a handsome young man, really, and you never knew if you just found him attracive or if it was something more. Anyway, you came back to reality when James showed up, back from his Quidditch session. A proud smile could be seen on his face as per usual, and it grew even bigger when a bunch of Gryffindor girls passing by stared at him like he was a piece of art, or a piece of meat. It always made Sirius giggle but Lily just rolled her eyes every single time.


« Did you mess your hair up on purpose again just so you can look like some Quidditch rock star ? » suggested Remus, looking quite amused. 

« You’ll be authorized to criticize my hair when your furry little problem will be solved, Moony chéri. » teased James, winking before he spoke again while turning around « Let’s get started folks, why don’t we let the Lilliputian try first. »


Eveybody laughed, James flirting with Lily was the funniest thing ever, especially when he came up with these strange nicknames but you had to admit that for once it wasn’t so bad. She stood up, pointing her wand towards him which caused him to slightly move to the side.


« In fact I’m two months older than you Potter, show me some respect. » Remus, Peter and Sirius giggled while James seemed outraged, but before he could come back with anything Lily exclaimed, her wand pointing to the sky « Expecto patronum ! »


You held your breath just like the others while slowly but very clearly, from the tip of her wand, a bright silvery light started to burst before fading out. She tried again multiple times with James giving her advices and finally, a tall and gracious doe was running in the air, following the rythm of Lily’s laugh. Her green eyes were wide opened, she seemed proud and happier than ever. You all applauded, Peter even took a bow.


« It’s strange, isn’t it ? Your patronus is a doe and Potter’s one is a deer. If it isn’t a sign, I don’t know what it is. » teased Sirius, winking to Lily. Her cheeks turned bright red before she exlaimed « Simple coincidence, that won’t make me go out with you any sooner Potter. »


Finally you formed little groups, James and Lily stayed together, Sirius was with Peter and Remus with you. This way, the others didn’t pay attention to the fact that Moony wasn’t really trying to practice and he was pleased about it. You tried to remember all the informations your teacher gave you this morning, and took a deep breath. You hoped it would work but as Lily said again and again, it was a difficult spell and it was normal if you didn’t succeed on your first tries. For what felt like an hour you persisted, repeating the two little words again and again, sometimes managing to produce a little shiny light at the end of your wand. But no animal, nothing. Frustrated you sighed noisily, which caught the attention of Remus, Sirius and Peter. The two others seemed too busy arguing about who-knows-what, and anyway they did not really need to practice anymore. Seeing your disappointment, Sirius smiled softly before suggesting to the boys to train together and that he would help you. After all if that did not work so well that way, you could try.


« I can’t do it either, you know. Maybe it’s because you distract me. » he suggested, teasing you once more with a grin on his face.

« That’s not funny Sirius. » you whined, a pout on your lips.


He looked at them for a bit too long before coming back at your eyes. Finally he stood behind you, his chest pressed against your back. You were thankful he was behind, at least he couldn’t see your burning cheeks but it wasn’t finished yet because you could now feel his strong hand taking yours, holding your wand with you while the other one was placed on your hip. Your heart was racing and you were probably shaking too because he laughed soflty, speaking soflty.


« Maybe you’re not thinking about your happiest memory. Close you eyes, the first one to come to your mind is probably the good one, focus on it. »


Even if his body pressed against yours and his breath crashing on the thin skin of your neck did not help you at all, his soft and low voice was relaxing and you now thought of nothing else. You no longer heard the sound of the wind in the trees, nor the murmur of the water of the lake, you did not see your friends staring at you a little farther : it was his voice and his body near you that occupied all your mind. You closed your eyes as he had suggested, and with trembling lips you pronounced the two words « Expecto patronum. » You opened your eyes slowly, just in time to see a magnificent light spraying out, more powerful than what you had managed to do until then. It grew larger, Sirius’s hand still held yours and guided the movements of your wand.
After a few seconds, you saw it. In front of you stood a brilliant, tall and perfectly formed dog. But it was not a common dog, you had seen this one several times already and you recognized it immediately. You understood that Sirius did too when you felt his fingers release your hand smoothly and his body move back slowly. Your concentration broke and the big dog disappeared. You did not dare to turn around, both shocked and mute, because you finally knew what your patronus was. And it was him. It was Padfoot.



You stood there, sitting on your bed without knowing what to do or even what to think. After the events of the afternoon you quickly ran away, stammering that you did not feel well and that you were going to rest. But everyone had seen the same thing as you, and everyone knew that your patronus was none other than Sirius Black himself, or at least his animagus form. You tried to convince yourself that it was just a simple dog, but you knew what you saw. Maybe it didn’t mean anything at all, maybe it did. It probably did. Sirius and you had been friends for years and even though he liked to tease you all day long, it had never been more than a platonic relationship. As you kept thinking about this, images started to come to your mind. The day you met, how funny you found him, yet annoying. The first time you sat together in class, and how you spent the hour drawing stupid things on each other’s books. That time in 4th year when he punched a guy who insulted you, and definitely got a detention for it. When one of his pranks hurt you and he brought you chocolate and flowers to make it up. The time he hugged you so tight after Gryffindor won the house cup that you thought he was going to choke you. Maybe he wasn’t just a friend after all, and it took you a couple of years and a patronus to realize it. A knock on your door made you lift your head up, the person did not let you any time to answer and entered the room.


« Can I come in ? » asked the black haired boy.
« A bit too late to ask, isn’t it ? »


Sirius did not answer, he just closed the door leaving you both alone in the dorm. He sat next to you, your knees barely touching, but not a word was said. You looked at the floor for a few seconds before you saw him turning his head to you from the corner of your eye. Slowly, you looked at him too, your heart skipping a beat when you met his dark grey eyes.


« Why did you leave earlier ? You missed something, we learnt that Peter’s patronus is a mole. »
« You know why I left. » you said, smiling slightly at the end.
« You don’t have to be embarassed about it. » he shrugged « But I have to admit that I thought it would be something else. »
« Like what ? »
« A penguin. »


You scoffed, clearly not especting that answer. Sirius looked at you curiously, he didn’t seem to understand why you were chuckling but he still smiled when he heard your laugh.


« What ? They’re cute and funny, everyone likes penguins. » he smirked.
« Nope, you’re probably the only person to fancy penguins that much. »
« Well I don’t try to hide it. You shouldn’t either. »


His last words were whispered in your ear before he placed a soft kiss on your shoulder. You knew what he meant, and you couldn’t act as if the butterflies flying in your stomach weren’t here. He bent down to give you another kiss, on the cheek this time, but the weight of his body made you both fall back on the bed. You laughed as he found himself lying on top of you and for the first time since you met him, you saw a light shade of red on his cheeks. You stayed like this before he kissed your forehead, and then your nose. You smiled and he looked at your lips, and back at your eyes again. Your hands made their way to the back of his neck as he brushed your lips with his own, without ever pressing them together. Your heartbeating probably echoed throughout the entire room, or maybe it was his own. He smirked again when he saw the look full of frustration and desire you gave him, biting his lip and kissing the corner of your lips and then your cheek, before whispering in your ear again.

« I always knew you were a dog person. »

And after that he finally pressed his lips against yours, tenderly, as if you were the most precious thing in the world.

anonymous asked:

Hili :) Can you write andreil 81 for the prompts please? Thank you <3

81: “You’re too good for this world.” okay…. I technically didn’t do this exact prompt, I took off the last word, I hope this suffices my friend, bc it’s actually:

“You’re too good for this.”


The problem with living in a fortress of knives and anonymity is that Neil can’t find him in it. And the problem with that is that a treacherous part of Andrew wants to be found, and touched, and dismantled blade by blade.

The problem with knives is that they won’t stop terrifying Neil, but they won’t stop feeling sure and righteous in Andrew’s palm.

The problem is Neil, a taste Andrew can’t completely swallow.

He puts Renee’s knives in Neil’s safe and Neil says all sorts of sticky emotional things like they’re taking part in some sort of ceremony. Andrew clicks the lock and climbs on top of Neil so he’ll stop thinking, pocketing his ‘yes’ as he goes.

It’s not just that he does what Neil asks, anymore. He tries to do things for him before he can ask for them. He tries to make things happen that he knows Neil doesn’t have words for.

He keeps one knife for himself, and he knows Neil knows about it, because he hands Andrew his armbands some mornings, and the weight is there in his palms.

Sometimes, that weight is the only way to get through the day without his head and throat pounding.

Sometimes Neil jerks awake and thrusts his hand under the pillow, and Andrew has to pry his wrists away. Neil knows protection, so he understands the slim line of a blade at his forearm is to Andrew what Andrew is to Neil.

But Andrew can tell that it bothers him, to have a knife buried in something that matters to him. He sees wintery metal in the shade of Neil’s eyes, and Andrew knows he’s condemning him to a future that looks like his past.

Still, the knife is just a talisman. Andrew is the weapon.

Before an afternoon practice sometime in the middle of the rush towards winter, Jack is the target.

They get to the court early because Neil only has morning classes. He’s always antsy by the time Andrew gets back to the dorm, insufferable and single-minded.

Andrew parks, Neil enters the code to the side door, their runners squeak against the sleek hall floors, and they split up at the locker room. Rinse and repeat. So many times a week that Andrew would feel the monotony in his teeth if it weren’t for Neil darting into side rooms or slipping on floor wax or doubling back to run in the rain, unpredictable as a lightning bolt.

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The Fight

Requested imagine based off of these bullet points.

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“It’s not that I don’t want to go…” you trail off and Shawn interjects. 

“Yes, it is. You said you didn’t want to go." 

"Shawn, you’re not listening to me." 

"I am listening, you’re not listening.” His response comes, sharp and immediate.

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anonymous asked:

My family doesn't believe in there being more than two genders. I've tried so hard to convince them, but they still believe someone has to be either a girl or boy. Should I give up on convincing them? Advice please, oh great Trash Queen.

I mean… there’s a point where arguing isn’t worth it anymore. You’ve said what you need to say and they disagree. Sometimes no amount of logic or personal anecdotes can sway a person. I mean… I came out as bi not that long ago to my parents, and they still think that if I one day had a girlfriend it would be sin. But they respect me and my opinions. They even said that if I were to marry a woman that they’d still be at the wedding and encourage us to adopt grandbabies. And that’s really the best I can hope for. Yeah it still hurts to know they look down on this part of me, but I think this can be enough, ya know? So… maybe don’t get into unnecessary fights with your parents. Pick your battles, ya know?
-TQ

the fall

Sirius Black knew what stunning felt like. He had been stunned several times by the likes of Lily Evans, Remus Lupin and even James Potter when he didn’t behave as he should. He knew what it felt like ever since he was 9 years old because sometimes he just didn’t know when to shut up. So when Bellatrix’ spell hit him, he felt that familiar tingle all over his body, soon he’d fall to the marble floors of the Department of Mysteries, he would feel the cold of the marble all over his skin and Harry would continue duelling for him, he was as good as James was, he could handle that git Malfoy himself.

When he lost his balance, he heard familiar voices that didn’t belong to anyone in the room with him, calling his name, telling him to be careful. They sounded like.. James? 

Sirius felt his body become weightless as he fell backwards, the last thing he heard was Harry’s piercing scream and Bellatrix’ chanting.

I killed Sirius Black. I killed Sirius Black. I killed Sirius Black.

He was falling like you would fall in your nightmares and wake up suddenly from the pull but this time he didn’t wake up. He kept falling like he threw himself from a tall building, it was like the time stood still but he kept falling. When he finally reached the ground he didn’t crash as he should have but he landed gracefully, which didn’t sound very much like him. Sirius felt hard ground behind his back but it wasn’t cold like the marble would have been. He couldn’t really be dead, could he? Bella liked to exaggerate things and Harry could have screamed about something else. Sirius was almost completely sure Bella hit him with a stunning curse, was he weak enough to die from a stunning curse?

Sirius didn’t dare open his eyes as the reality settled in, he didn’t hear Harry or the others in the room, not Moody’s orders nor Tonks’ rapid duelling, he didn’t hear Remus’ strong curses either. For the first time in his life, or his existence was a better choice of words now, he wanted to hear Bella’s screeching voice.

“Siri?”

Sirius felt like he was shot in the head. His eyes flew open as he heard the familiar voice of his little brother. Regulus was extending a hand for Sirius to take but Sirius ignored it and pushed himself up. Second shot, this time through his heart. James Potter was standing right there, in flesh and blood. Was this his heaven? As he was thinking about what was going on, Sirius saw the taller boy running to him as his wife slowly walked behind him.

James looked the same as Sirius had left him on the floor that October night, his hair perfectly messy and glasses still crooked. Lily glowed the way she did before the war, the beauty of her heart somehow always reached the surface. They were as Sirius had left them and they were not real. How could they be? When had Sirius been that lucky?

James threw himself at Sirius and Sirius felt himself melt because the way James hugged him hadn’t changed in all those years either and Sirius could feel the warmth radiating from him. If this was a dream, how did he feel that? James kept mumbling “I’m sorry” quietly as he held Sirius tighter. He had replayed James’ hugs millions of times in his head when he was locked up, they always made him feel safe and of all the things that could have happened to him, he never expected this. When James finally pulled back, Sirius could see the warm honey eyes of his brother looking back at him glistening with the tears he was trying to hold back.

“I’m sorry,” whispered James once more. “I’m so sorry you had to live like that and it’s all because of us.”

Sirius didn’t know what to say, did it even matter if he was a part of his imagination? He then stared at Lily who had his hand on her mouth as she always did when she was about to cry, he could see her chin trembling as she tried to keep it in.

“You should see this,” she murmured and pulled Sirius by the hand and now Sirius was looking at Harry who was running after an ecstatic Bellatrix for revenge leaving Remus behind. “I don’t know how he will heal after this.”

“He will Lils, he has so much of you in him.”

Sirius had no idea what was going on, if this was real or not but seeing Harry like that was the second most hardest thing he had to endure. He was so broken, almost as broken as his Moony was, Sirius could feel it from wherever he was. He could hear the way is heart shattered into sand sized pieces but he knew, he knew Harry would get better. He knew his godson. In the two short years he got to share with him, he had seen him grow more and more like James with a heart of gold and he was sure, Harry was strong enough to get over him, too. 

Sirius finally looked away from his godson, seeing that Dumbledore was there and he would be alright, he fixed his gaze on James who was standing right next to him.

“Are you real?” asked Sirius, he couldn’t help but touch James’ face and shoulders and all of them a proof that his brother was standing right in front of him after all these years.

“Yes.”

It was Sirius’ time to hold on tight, it could be a lie but he didn’t care, he might be dead but he didn’t give a shit because he had his Prongs back. As stupid as it may sound, Sirius didn’t feel like he was dead, he even felt alive because he had already died on 31st of October fifteen years ago when he had seen James lying on the floor life drained from his eyes. 

“I tried so hard to take him, Lils,” said Sirius as he was staring at Lily Evans’ green eyes and smiling at the thought of how they were the exact same of the boy downstairs. “I never wanted him to be taken to Petunia’s and I’m so–”

Lily hugged Sirius so genuinely, Sirius knew it was her way of telling him that it wasn’t his fault. 

“We should be the ones apologising to you,” said Lily in between her hiccups.

“For what exactly?” challenged Sirius because he really couldn’t see any reason for them to be sorry for. It was all his fault.

“You had to live in Azkaban for twelve years because of us Pads, you lived with those creatures and I watched you, how you lost your senses and your soul–” James began but Sirius raised his hand to shut him up.

“What are you on about?” asked Sirius angrily. “I am the reason you two are– are- are here.” He wouldn’t say the other word, it had been almost fifteen years and Sirius never used that word when it came to James.

“But you were-”

“Nothing makes up for the fact that I was a coward for backing out of being the Secret Keeper,” confessed Sirius as he took a deep breath, he had never said that out loud before. He was a coward and he got his brother and his wife killed because he couldn’t just step up for once. “It should have been me and I should have died for you after all the things you had done for me.”

“I didn’t do those things for you to die for me Pads, I did them because you deserved them. Just like you deserved a happy life, with or without us,” argued James as he pushed his glasses up to rub his eyes softly. James Potter didn’t like crying, Sirius remembered clearly.

“We can play the blame game forever Jamie, just for once in your life, let me take the fall for you because this time, I need to,” begged Sirius. “Also we forget who the real culprit is because we are like that, we never let another take the fall.”

James smiled warmly at him and Sirius tipped his head to the right to look at Regulus who was now hiding behind Lily, there was no point in avoiding him anymore.

“And may I ask what the hell you are doing here, Reggie?” demanded Sirius angrily. Regulus didn’t belong where James and Lily were, he didn’t deserve to be in the same place as them.

All three of them went silent, Lily and James were most possibly communicating telepathically and Regulus was just staring at his pale hands.

“He died so maybe someday someone might defeat Voldemort,” said Lily quietly and Sirius felt his world come crashing down around him, Lily wouldn’t have lied to make him better but how was that possible? The last time he checked Regulus was a Death Eater. He walked straight to Regulus to look into the identical grey eyes as his, it was almost like looking in a mirror.

“You did what?”

“I never planned it to be a suicide mission Siri but it was. He had-– I still can’t say his fucking name.” Regulus steadied his breathing and picked up from where he left off. “Voldemort had tortured Kreacher and left him to die. I just– I couldn’t find you anywhere so I took the matter in my own hands and ended up here.”

Sirius just gaped at his little brother. The boy he had blamed for being a pawn to his mother had died because of the small possibility that someday someone might defeat Voldemort and Sirius just assumed he died miserably.

“I am so proud of you, Reggie.”

Sirius saw the smile on Regulus’ face widen as he smiled back at him but he felt the weight of the world on his shoulders.

“I am sorry because I wasn’t there for you and because I didn’t protect you from them,” apologised Sirius. “I wasn’t a good brother to you because I was busy being a good brother to Jamie. It never occurred to me that I could do both and I am sorry for that.”

“You were what kept me here Siri, you were the reason I never moved on because I wanted you to know that I didn’t disappoint you,” babbled Regulus as he played with the loose strings of his clothes. “I did that to make you proud and to make up for all the things I did.”

“You are not leaving, are you?”

“No, I won’t leave before I see that man defeated,” replied Regulus with disgust in his voice.

Sirius pulled his brother in to bone crushing hug like he did when they were around 10 years old Walburga was having a particularly cruel day, Sirius hadn’t hugged Regulus like that since he was 12 and Merlin, it felt good.

“James?”

Sirius could hear the panic in Lily’s voice, not a lot of people knew that but Sirius knew Lily like the back of his hand, okay maybe his left hand but he did nevertheless. Sirius walked with James and Regulus to where Lily was standing rigidly and he saw Harry was now in the Headmaster’s room. Sirius and James had spent considerable time in that place.

Sirius looked down at his godson, he was wreaking havoc in Dumbledore’s room and yelling at the Headmaster with so much anger that Sirius felt like Harry got his temper from him, Sirius had never been subtle about showing his anger however this was different. Harry was yelling because of him and how he had had enough because apparently Sirius’ absence was the last drop for him and Sirius felt his heart drop to his stomach, he still had his heart after all, albeit not beating.

“Can I, um, see Moony from here?”

One question was all it took and before others could reply, Sirius could see Remus, Merlin knows where, with a good supply of Firewhiskey by his side as he stared into oblivion. Sirius slowly realised he was in the room where he kept Buckbeak, why would he shut himself up in that miserable place? Remus was rocking back and forth, Sirius hadn’t seen him do that since he was thirteen, he did that when he couldn’t handle everything going on around him.

He’s gone, he’s gone again. He’s gone.

It felt like all Sirius did was disappoint. The black sheep of the family, the coward that got James and Lily killed, the useless brother and constantly absent lover. Sirius hadn’t realised up until now that being with James meant that he would be without Remus. He had disappointed the man who loved him yet again, he never could do right by Remus and he had left him alone, again

Deranged: Part 10

“Sometimes human places, create inhuman monsters.” -Stephen King

Warning: Contains violence, abuse and tense situations

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Siren’s song (Brett Talbot)

Brett x Reader


NSFW content + gif under the cut

Requested by @dtescohmi



You took a deep breath, inhaling some fresh air before you took your first step onto the parking lot of your new school. Students were covering almost the whole area and you found it surprising that so many students went to an expensive prep school instead of the local high school.


Beacon Hills were known for their hoard of supernatural creatures and you thought that maybe attending to Devenford prep could make some distance and keep yourself out of trouble, since you were supernatural as well.


You step in to the office to get your schedule and to your discontent, the first lesson of the day were canceled. It wasn’t a big school and you decided to go to the field after buying a soda at the cafeteria, you often spent free period studying on the bleachers at your old school.

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Romeo and Juliet - Jeff Atkins (Requested)

Requested by @xxchloegrayxx and @queensovereign. Sorry they might not be the way you imagined but this is what I came out with when writing for you guys so I hope you like it!

Originally posted by adayofballet

“What’s the big deal? I was just talking to her?”

“No, you were fucking flirting with her Jeff! Not to mention the fact that just yesterday I was complaining to you about the fact that she has been a bitch to me for the past month!”

“And I told you, you were overthinking that!”

“Just yesterday I heard her talking behind my back about the fact that she wanted to steal you away and make you her boyfriend, but now that I know that you don’t care, I think you should be with her” My voice slowed down and my tone dropped “You too seem perfect for each other”

“Fine! She’s prettier than you anyway!” He yelled making me feel my heart crack and the sadness hit me “I don’t need you y/n, trust me, it’s you that needs me”

I knew that wasn’t true but I didn’t have the heart to argue with him anymore, I wanted to leave with some of my dignity so I gave him a nod of acknowledge and left his house without another word.

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Survival Starters

“It’s getting dark, we have to find shelter.”
“If we don’t soon find food we’re going to starve to death, even before we get a chance to freeze.”
“You collect branches and I’ll try to hunt for some food…”
“Whatever you do, don’t lose your way back here.”
“Let me look at that. Fuck, that looks painful… we need to find something against the infection.”
“I need to clean the wound. I’m sorry I don’t have anything to numb the pain. Bite down on something, that should help a bit.”
“I can’t feel my feet.”
“I’ve never been this cold in my life… We can’t survive this, can we?”
“It’s been three days since we last saw land… and we’re running low on food.”
“Stop screaming! No one can hear us, you’re just wearing yourself out like this!”
“I don’t know if this is edible, but it’s the only thing I could find.”
“I’m in too much pain. I can’t make it, I’m just holding you back. You need to let me go.”
“If you can’t keep walking, I’m going to have to leave you behind… you know that.”
“What if nobody ever finds us here.”
“I guess we’re lucky the ship sunk close to shore, but why the fuck does it need to be a desert island?!”
“Of all people to get stuck on an island with… Why did it have to be you?”
“There should be a river nearby we can wash in.”
“I can barely remember what food used to taste like…”
“Are you alright? You passed out before. We need to find you something to eat.”
“We need to find shelter. We can continue in the morning when it’s light again.”
“Tell me you have the faintest idea which plants are edible.”
“Just keep talking to me, you’ll be okay. Let me treat your wound.”
“How long have you been sitting here?! Do you WANT to get a heatstroke?”
“What do you miss the most?”
“It can take months for a ship to sail by and even then it’s unlikely they’ll notice us.”
“I’m going insane. There’s water. Water everywhere. I can’t fucking do this anymore.”
“You need to stay in the shade, you’re already sunburned as it is.”
“What was that noise…?”
“Can we please stop arguing? We need to work together if we want to survive.”
“We are the only two people on this entire island, why are we fighting?!”
“We’re the only ones who made it ashore… My name’s [NAME]. Nice to meet you…”
“Any idea how to make a fire?”
“I wish I’d died in that shipwreck… This is torture.”
“On the bright side, at least we’re not alone.”
“Whatever you do… don’t think about pizza.”
“How long do you reckon we can survive for? A couple of days? Weeks? Months?”
“I miss my home. I’m starting to forget what it felt like to sleep in a bed.”
“I hope someone thought about my dog/cat…”
“What are we going to do when one of us dies…?”
“Don’t eat any of that food. I’m going to be sick… I don’t think it’s edible!”

Why Hawke Must Side With The Templars

Okay, I’ve needed to get this off my chest for a while.

This whole mage templar dispute thing - it’s driving me nuts. I was recently looking at statistics as to how many people sided with the templars vs those who sided with mages, and I just - ugh. There was an outrageous amount of people that sided with the mages - most in fact. Okay fine, I get why people sided with mages. I do get why, however, when I say I understand why, that does not mean, for any reason, that I agree with that decision.

And here’s why.

Let me first explain why I get why people sided with the mages - for Pete’s sake, I always play as a mage. They’re the freaking best, and I think their story is amazing.

I totally understand the mage oppression thing. Mages are being oppressed and treated completely unfairly by these templars. Meredith is fucking nuts, and the chantry is supporting it - or, in Kirkwall, becoming a neutral party which doesn’t help anyone.

Templars are out of control, and people view them as heroes, because propaganda and gossip coupled with horror stories about crazy rampant mages plague the streets. People see templars as the ones who can protect them. So, given this, as in any society, templars are given reign to be able to treat these mages badly, and people advocate for their imprisonment.

Mages are being unfairly ripped from their homes, and parents never to be able to see their children again is a huge issue. These mages are allowed little to no freedom, and they are basically kept in a Circle for their entire lives. They are even thought to be the Maker’s “unwanted” children, and are taught to feel terrible about themselves, which is completely wrong.

Mages are also thought to be able to snap at any moment, and that the majority are actually insane blood mages looking for newborn children to sacrifice. Now, the side that argues mage freedom is the side that firmly believes that these mages should be free because not all mages are like that, not all are crazy blood mages, and a lot of them are better people than most. They’re clearly at a disadvantage in society, and viewed as a major threat, which isn’t true of all mages. It’s unfair, and the fear that’s associated with these people is out of control.

For the most part - this is true! Most mages want nothing more than to live peaceful lives. I completely - TOTALLY understand that, and definitely agree.

If given freedom, these mages have power that could help so many people! They would also be much less likely to be prone to blood magic because they’ve been backed into a corner and have no choice. If they were given this freedom, mages would be able to thrive and wouldn’t go to such drastic measures to protect themselves, which templars CLEARLY provoke inside them.

Is that right? Is that a pretty good explanation?

Right, now listen to my side.

Mages. Are. Fucking. Dangerous. It doesn’t matter what anyone says about control. One of my absolute favorite lines from DA2 is Fenris’s quote that goes: “I have no doubt that mages can be good and decent men, able to resist temptation. But how many temptations do you wish to offer a man before he will give in?” This is the absolute truth for these mages. They are offered ultimate power every single time they close their eyes, or are backed into a corner. Some are stronger than others and are able to resist this, but there are many mages out there that are given this incredible power and have absolutely no idea what to do with it or how to use it - or worse yet, abuse it.

They’re dangerous. There’s no getting around that fact. They’re dangerous, badass, and extremely powerful. They are able to tap into the essence of the fade and create and do things that no normal man can - and when one says that a mage’s power is like that of a templar’s sword - a templar isn’t able to set an entire city on fire or summon an army of demons with a swish of his blade - whereas a mage has every ability to do so with a wave of their hand.

You cannot compare. You can’t.

Let me also make something very clear - there is so much evidence in Dragon Age lore that proves that not all mages are born with the innate willpower to be able to muster and master this power. Weak or strong, in either case, each is given the exact same amount of power. The weak cannot handle this power, and therefore fall prey to powerful demons - which result in death and destruction. The powerful, or even borderline powerful, have a much better chance at mastering this ability, and are therefore born with the ability to control magic.

Anyway.

Mages are susceptible to possession and summoning beings of great power, they are capable of burning down a city - a SINGLE man in one instance is capable of this destruction. And if one feels threatened, even a little, it takes but a slip of the mind to allow a demon to enter and turn them into an abomination.

Mages have power beyond comprehension, and a lot of it hasn’t even been explored yet. This exposure to the fade allows them this ability, and though there are those who are able to control this power, not every mage is like this. And therefore incredibly dangerous.

So, with that, it is no surprise that the Circle was created. And it makes SENSE. Come on people, the Circle is absolutely necessary. Mages are capable of being a danger to others and themselves! The Circle was meant to teach them how to control this. The Circle’s creation was meant to be a safe place for mages to practice their magic and master is so that they can eventually become successful citizens of Thedas without being a danger to themselves or others.

However, now the Circle is a prison, as the templars have turned it into that, and its former purpose has been skewed.

This is where the debate gets tricky.

The Circle is necessary, definitely, but it absolutely needs reformation. It cannot continue to treat these people this badly and lock them up. That’s why it’s so important that mages are put in these Circles and taught how to control their magic. And when they can, they can leave. That would be the most ideal set up. But it’s not like that, because people don’t trust them.

Which makes sense for the most part because of what they’re capable of.

Soooo, anyway, I need to get back on track here.

So, then this whole Kirkwall thing happens, and mages and templars are at each other’s throats, and finally Anders takes things into his own hands and blows up the fucking Chantry because it’s a neutral party and will inevitably incite rebellion.

Let’s break this down, shall we?

Meredith is pissed because she suspects blood magic in the ranks of the Circle, and Orsino has had it with her bullshit so he’s not taking it anymore. So they’re arguing.

At this point in the story, it makes sense for Hawke to wonder if Meredith is actually on to something, or if she’s just bullying Orsino. (In my opinion, sadly enough, I realized before it had even been revealed at the end, that the man who killed Hawke’s mother had been in cohorts with Orsino, so I would have supported the raid with that information) However, without that information, there would have been no evidence to support this raid of the tower, so the mages would absolutely have my support at this point.

Then, as Orsino goes to try and get help to calm the dispute, which I completely agree with, Anders blows up the fucking Chantry.

No…no…NONONONONONONONONONONO.

WORST THING YOU COULD DO MAN.

A mage, KILLED the Grand Cleric for ALL mages. He did it - in the NAME of mages.

He doomed them all, as Orsino said.

The line is so fragile at this point, that there is so little hope for mages.

But this line is where people tend to get confused who to side with - or not confused, because most people side with mages.

No, bad idea. Lemme tell you why.

I did at first, I actually was like - fine. Mages are oppressed, this needs to stop. I need to do what’s right for these innocent mages and defend them! -

- And then something happened.

During the fight, mages were turning into abominations and killing people. They were being either backed into a corner by templars, or they were using blood magic and summoning demons to protect them - but still killing people.

That was when I paused the game, sat back, and realized my mistake.

I see Anders’ bigger picture thing - but I saw an even bigger picture.

Think about this.

If you support/protect the mages - you are supporting and protecting BLOWING up the damn Chantry and all the Grand Cleric had done to keep peace, you are supporting this war and mages and that decision to kill those innocents. You’re supporting the mages who turn into abominations or resort to blood magic. You are supporting the right for mages to use their magic to kill people. You are supporting Anders. That is what everyone in Thedas would see, and therefore your credibility would be lost to the majority of the population.

So, after I thoroughly thought that through, I restarted the last bit of the game to change my decision.

I changed it because I saw the fact that in this situation, people would NEVER listen to my Hawke and what he had to say if he didn’t support the safety of the people as well as the Chantry. They wouldn’t listen to him because he would have been a mage protecting mages, and that’s all the people would have seen. The only respect he would have earned would be from the mages that fought for their lives and those who rebelled in the Circle’s throughout Thedas - and may I remind you, that is a VERY small population.

Hawke, as a mage, already gains a portion of respect from those people. What he needs is to earn the trust and respect from those who are not mages. He needs to show them that he will fight for THEIR safety and protect them from crazy mages who would blow up the damn chantry and kill thousands of innocents by turning into abominations or using blood magic.

THAT is where he needs to draw his influence.

Because of what Anders did, and HOW the war started, there was no chance that my Hawke was going to side with murderers. Because THAT, if you break it down, is exactly what he would have been doing if he sided with the mages.

Now that my Hawke is viscount of Kirkwall AND a goddamn mage, how much do you think the city respects that? He is their CHAMPION. The one who stood up for the citizens and vouched for the safety of the city. They BEGGED him to become viscount. What do you think he is capable of doing now that he is viscount? He can change the CIRCLE. NOW he has influence over these people who see a mage and RESPECT him! That is the type of mage that the people need to look up to and see to feel safe. That is where Hawke can make a change.

Instead, if you go the opposite route, the people chase you out with damn pitchforks and curse and spit at you.

Great. How much influence do you have now? Yes, he is someone that the mages respect, but that’s it. Everyone else would see him as a threat, just like the rebelling apostates.

My point is that Hawke, MAGE Hawke ESPECIALLY, should absolutely, in that situation, side with the Templars. He still doesn’t agree with Meredith, and he stands up to her by sparing the lives of mages who surrendered - WHICH GAINS THEIR RESPECT.

The all around benefits of siding with the Templars FAR outweigh the benefits of siding with the mages. If people took even two seconds to think about this, they would see that, no matter how you look at it, siding with the Templars and protecting the city is the right thing to do.

All that people see though, is the unjust that mages face, and they right away jump to this HUGE decision to start a war and side with the side that they think is innocent. Noooo, guys. NOT in this situation. This situation does not WARRANT that action! This PARTICULAR situation must have Hawke defend the people, so that they can see that this mage is a protector for all, and that he stands with the right and just and wants to bring justice to the Grand Cleric and all who died in the Chantry. THAT is what Thedas should see.

Mages need to be vouched for, I know that, and what they’re going through needs to be changed, and in the end, the war did start a movement for their fair treatment, but again, for this particular situation, siding with the Templars is the best way to go.

Hawke can still stand up and defend these mages afterwards, he can still draw his influence from being viscount and make changes through that. It’s not like he doesn’t have the chance now to do something about it - he still can! Especially now that he’s viscount - and someone that the people respect and praise for his actions to protect the city.

Think about it, if the Templars had blown up the Circle because they believe that mages were using blood magic and killing people, do you think I would have sided with the Templars?

Absolutely NOT.

Anyone would be able to see that what they had done was unfair and unjust and that they had gone too far. The people of Thedas would see that Meredith had gone mad, and that the templars were out of control, and therefore, this would have warranted Hawke’s action to side with the mages and bring justice.

What Anders did doomed the mages of Kirkwall and ruined chance for compromise.

Now, I can’t necessarily say what he did was…not without reason or didn’t end up serving a purpose, in that aspect I think what he did was necessary, but just because it was, this would mean that Hawke’s actions to side with the templars was also necessary. That’s tricky, I know, and one action would have to lead to the other. What Anders did ended up serving as the momentum mages needed to finally break free of the hold the templars had on them, so, as I said before, in a way this was necessary.

But so was Hawke’s decision to side with the templars.

If this doesn’t help you see the reasonable side to this - then I have no idea what will.

But yeah, that’s my side, the logic behind it had been thought through VERY thoroughly, and overall, this was the conclusion I came to-

As should you.

I Thought I Lost You

Cassian Andor x Reader

Request 1: Hi! I have a Cassian Andor request. Could you write an imagine where Cassian and the reader are out on a mission together, but they get separated, and when Cassian finds the reader, she’s badly hurt? Then Cassian helps her and just angst and fluff and yeah.

Request 2: Cassian and Reader, where they reunite after being apart for a while?

Warnings: Angst, mentions of torture, death, blood

A/N: Thank you for the requests!! I will try to get at least one up every week. Love you guys!

I do not own anything!!!

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do not ask me where this came from. it just appeared in my mind fully formed and i wanted to write it and considering i haven’t wanted to write anything properly in months, well… i decided to go with it.

basically, this is how i imagine the post-reveal discussion happening once the dust has settled and the fighting has stopped (aka how i dream it happening because lbr we won’t ever be this lucky!)


He stood in the doorway, watching as Aaron slipped out of his jeans and climbed into bed. They hadn’t spoken in an hour. Robert knew because he’d been glancing at his watch every few minutes, waiting for Aaron to erupt and kick him out. He had been expecting it all day, but even as Aaron raged, hands balled into fists, eyes watery with tears, he hadn’t told Robert to leave.

A miracle.

“Stop hovering and get over here.”

Robert jumped, hitting his shoulder off the door-frame. Aaron glanced up for a moment and then slowly, cautiously, patted the duvet. His feet moved without him, desperate to be closer to his husband even if he was just waiting for the rejection he knew was coming.

He clambered onto his side, limbs awkward and gangling, feeling like a teenager waiting to be scolded. Even in the narrow bed there was still a gap between them. Robert felt sick.

Aaron sighed and then slid further under the covers, lifting his arm and looking to Robert who just stared back.

“I’m not gonna bite. Come on.”

He stayed staring for a moment, too dumbfounded to move, and then felt himself falling into Aaron’s embrace, gravity doing the work. Tentatively, he pressed his lips to Aaron’s bare, tanned chest and then pillowed his head there, listening to the heavy metronome of Aaron’s heart just beneath his ear.

“We’ve gotten through worse,” Aaron said into the darkness, his voice a low rumble and a little faded at the edges, drowsy. Robert rested a hand on his shoulder, squeezed out of reassurance for them both - I’m here, we’re here, together - and tucked his nose into Aaron’s neck.

“You shouldn’t have to put up with this. With me,” he whispered into soft, warm skin, and Aaron’s arm immediately curled tight around Robert’s waist, pulling him in closer.

“Don’t say that.” It was a warning, a hazard light flashing, but Robert pushed on.

“It’s true. You could be happy right now and instead-”

“Who says I’m not happy,” Aaron cut in, pushing himself further up the bed into a half-sitting position, dragging Robert with him. And even in the darkness Robert could see the stubborn set of his shoulders, the sharp line of his jaw jutting out. It was at once endearing and heartbreaking, the sheer strength of will Aaron seemed to possess, his utter refusal to give in even when… even when it would have been better for him.

“Aaron,” Robert began, elbow digging into the mattress so he could keep his balance, “don’t play it down. Don’t make out like your okay with this.” It was one thing to see Aaron resilient, but it was another to have him forcing a smile. Robert couldn’t cope with anymore lies, and especially none that were designed to spare him pain or guilt.

He wanted to feel it. He needed to. It was currently the only thing keeping him anchored.

“I’m not okay,” Aaron answered, and even though Robert knew it already, the raw honesty of the words lanced through him, sharp and merciless.

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With the Comma After ‘Dearest’

Or

Five times Jyn and Cassian have to use technology to communicate and one time they don’t.


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Thank you thank you to the amazing @rxbxlcaptain for being the best beta ever.  Love you!!


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The transmission signal is received at exactly 0900.  Of course he’s on time.  Jyn doubts the end of the galaxy would stop Cassian Andor from reporting in on time.  One of the droid opens the link and Cassian’s voice is projected through the War Room.

“Captain Cassian Andor, reporting.  Line secure.”

Jyn tries to ignore the way the tightness in her chest releases just a bit when she hears Cassian’s voice.

“Acknowledged,” General Draven answers.  “How goes it, Captain?”

Cassian has been gone three weeks, under cover with Kay in an Imperial mining facility on Kellux.  Communication has been spotty at best, but a report had been scheduled when Jyn returned from her latest mission.  They needed to talk.

“Well, sir.  My cover is secure and I believe the intel will prove valuable.”

Again Jyn does her best to ignore her relief.  

Draven’s eyes slid to Jyn.  “Sergeant Erso has just returned from her mission to Nal Hutta.  She has a report we’d like you to hear.”

There was quiet for a moment, then Cassian’s voice returned.  Jyn reminded herself that she was imagining the slight change in his voice.  Cassian’s voice wouldn’t change for her.  Besides, after the fight they’d had before she left, she doubted he wanted to talk much to her, anyway.

“Sergeant Erso?”

He hadn’t wanted her to go on the mission.  After the relocation to Hoth he had been watching her, as if waiting for something.  It wasn’t until Jyn volunteered for her first solo assignment that she found out why.

“This is an important mission, one that needs to be completed,” he had yelled at her in the middle of one of the newly constructed Eco Base corridors after she had chased him out of the War Room demanding to know why he had argued against her.  The soldiers passing hardly looked up.  They were probably so used to Solo and the Princess screaming at each other in the hallways that it didn’t faze them anymore.  “Mothma promised you your freedom, so if you’re going to leave just go, don’t pretend like you’re taking a mission just to escape.  I know you’re going to leave.  But don’t kirff over the Rebellion while you’re doing it.”

All Jyn could do was stare in shock at Cassian’s retreating back.  She hadn’t seen him since.

“You’ve completed your mission, then?”  

Jyn straightens her back, even though Cassian can’t see her.  “Yes, Captain.  While on Nal Hutta I learned that the Empire is sending an Imperial convoy to inspect the progress on Kellux.  I don’t know who will be on it, but it will be some important brass.  And possibly someone who knows of you as Willix.”

“Understood.”  Cassian’s voice is hard, determined.  Jyn realizes suddenly that she hates not being able to see him.  She can read him so much better when she can see his eyes.  “General Draven, what are my orders, sir?”

“We’re going to have to pull you, Captain.  The intel isn’t worth the loss of an alias.”

As Cassian and Draven discuss his imminent return to base Jyn closes her eyes.  Cassian was coming home.  They had parted on bad terms and Jyn doesn’t know how things will be when he gets back - and of course he’ll bring that infernal droid back with him - but Jyn can’t help the breath that escapes her.  He is coming back alive, and sooner than she had thought.  She wishes that thought didn’t make her quite as happy as it does.

“Sergeant Erso’s mission was a success?” Cassian asks, and Draven glances at her.  

“Yes.  The intel is good.”

“Good,” Cassian’s voice seems oddly strained and Jyn wonders for a moment what he is getting at.

“And there were no,” he pauses for half a second, as if trying to find the right word, “complications?”

The tiniest smile touches Jyn’s lips.  At one point, not so long ago, she would have believed Cassian was asking if she had betrayed them.  But even without seeing his eyes she can hear the concern he is trying so hard to hide.  

“It went off without a hitch,” she tells him, hoping her smile doesn’t color her voice too much.  “Hopefully my next assignment will be a bit more fun.”

She can see the way Draven’s lips purse but she doesn’t particularly care.  Cassian’s voice is notably less strained when he signs off and she has the feeling that when he gets back in a few days they will be alright after all.  She buries the voice deep inside her that wishes they could be something more than alright.           

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Hurt (part 2)

Where Y/N is in an unhealthy relationship, and Harry helps her realize and understand that she should be treated better. -

Part 1: https://imaginexxharry.tumblr.com/post/160635179209/hurt

Sneak Peak:

“ Let Harry know how good I can make you feel as I eat your pretty pussy.” He said as he licks your slit.

Suddenly the realization hit you on what Lucas was really doing. You quickly got out of his grip and pushed him away from you. While trying to pull up your underwear from your ankles.

“Is that why you came here?!” Your voice raised.
“ To just fuck me while Harry was near, so he hears us?!” Lucas didn’t say anything.

“Did you even mean any of that apologizes or saying you loved me? Or were you just trying to get in my pants?!” The tears started forming and they wouldn’t stop.”

There will be apart 3. But I want to answer some questions you have about the story, because this story is really different from my others and I think it brings light on toxic relationships.

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You heart pounded as the uber came closer and closer to your apartment. You wondered how mad Lucas was going to be. Should you lie and say you were at your girlfriends house? Or should you just be honest. Nothing happened. You just watched a movie and fell asleep. That’s it. When you explain it to him he’ll get it.

You hoped.

You said thank you to the uber driver, and got out of the car. But as soon as he started to drive away you wanted to call him back and just run away. But you knew you couldn’t.

You looked at your phone and realized you had like two minutes before it’s 1:30 so you better get a move on.

You walked up the steps to your apartment and soon was face to face with the door. You looked through the window and saw that the lights were off. Maybe he fell asleep and you can just hop in bed, and he would be cooled off tomorrow.

You stayed outside for like 30 seconds before you finally opened your door.

It was dark and quiet. You slowly slipped off your shoes and hung your purse on the hook by the door.

You quickly made your way to the kitchen to get yourself some water to calm your nerves. As you drank it you wondered what Harry was doing after you left. Did he go back to sleep? Or is he now wide awake doing something. Deep down you wish you knew. Hanging out with Harry was the most fun you had in a long time, too long you thought.

After finishing your cup you made your way up the stairs to your bedroom. The hallways were also dark and when you got to your room you knew the lights were off too.

You opened the door and scanned the room. You saw Lucas’ body laying in the bed and you breathed out a sigh of relief.

As you creeped over to your dresser you brought out some shorts and a t shirt to sleep in. You went to the bathroom and wiped off the bit of makeup you had and brushed your teeth as well.

Lastly made your way to your vanity and started taking off your jewelry. You touched your chest at the charm that was on your necklace. It was a little heart and on the back it had an L on it. Lucas gave it to you a year into your relationship.

You remembered crying because no one had every given you something so special before. And you were so In love with him then, but now you weren’t so sure.

You heard the bed move and you looked up through the vanity mirror. Lucas was up and he had no expression on his face. It was hard to figure out what he was thinking.

He got up and made his way to where you were sitting. You still haven’t looked him in the eye directly. You were just watching him through the mirror.

“Allow me.” He slowly traced his hands over your collarbones and touched your necklace. He just stared at it for a little bit not saying anything.

“I remember the day I got this for you. I wanted something special for you. But I didn’t know what, and then I saw this.” He aggressively grabbed the charm pretty hard that the necklace scraped your skin and you winced.

“It was so beautiful, like yourself and I knew it was the one for my girl.” His voice slowly became deeper as he talked and you knew he was getting upset.

“Thank you Lucas, I love it I where it everyday.” You tried to stop the tension in the room. But it wasn’t a lie you did where it everyday and you did like the necklace. It reminded you of a better time and those great memories you and Lucas had. You try to hold onto those but the new memories of your relationship were overpowering them.

He gives you a dark chuckle that made your stomach drop.

“Funny how you say that while your probably making out with some other prick with that necklace I gave you on.” His voice started raising.

Your eyes went wide and now you knew you were angry.

“What?! Lucas I would never do that, you know that.” You turn around to face his angry face.

“Who were you with tonight.” He insisted.

“I told you I was at friends.” You swallowed the lump in your throat.

“What’s there fucking name.”

“It’s um-” you didn’t know if you should tell him the truth or lie. If you lied you knew one way or another he would find out and get even more pissed. But if you tell the truth he would get even more upset. But you guys didn’t do anything. If you just explain that-

“I swear if you don’t answer me Y/N/-”

“I was with Harry.” You blurted out. “It was for work we had to watch a movie that was a book to compare them and write reviews for the bookstores website. So after work I just went over to do that.” You lied.

“And you came home at 1:30 at night, you really think I can believe that you weren’t fooling around!”

“I fell asleep! I swear Lucas. I didn’t get much sleep last night if you remember. So I accidentally fell asleep on his couch. I didn’t realize the time.” You tried explaining as quickly as possible.

“That’s bullshit-”

“Why is it such a big deal when I come home just a little late. But ever night you come home at like 3am so drunk you can’t even walk!” You suddenly got angry. You were sick of him being a hypocrite.

“That’s not the same-”

“Oh yeah you’re right. At least you know where I was. Half the fucking time you could be fooling around too. But I never question you-

“Shut up”

“So stop being overprotective for five seconds because my life doesn’t revolve around just you Lucas-”

“Just Shut the fuck up!” He yells as his fist slams onto the vanity making you jump. Your heart was pounding.

You could hear him taking deep breathes, as your eyes were closed because you didn’t want to be here.

You didn’t want him next to you. You just wanted to crawl in bed and sleep.

You tried to hold the tears in because you didn’t want him to see you cry.

“I’m picking you up from work from now on.”

“Lucas you don’t need to do that.” You tried to reason with him. Work was the only place that was separate from him and you liked it like that.

“Did I ask for your permission?” He looks at you with a hard expression and you just shake your head.

“Okay.” You didn’t want to argue anymore.

Lucas didn’t say anything else. He just got up from beside you and left the room, while he slammed the door behind it.

You cringed as you heard him downstairs throwing things. He did that every time you guys get in a fight.

You made your way to the bed and slide in. Your pillow was soon stained with tears and you couldn’t stop. Why was he always like this? You feel like everything you tell him he blows out of proportion and it was scary sometimes. You didn’t like it.

As you tossed and turned trying to get some rest your phone lit up. You grabbed it and your mood instantly changed when you saw it was a text from Harry.

“Did you get home safe?” It read. You totally forgot to text him because of the big fight you just had. You smiled at his concern.

“Yea,I’m home.” You sent.

“Good. Have a Good night sleep Y/N. Today was fun I hope to do it again.”

“ Me too! Goodnight Harry.” You sent and then put your phone on the side table.

You spent the next few minutes trying to doze off but you couldn’t. You kept replaying everything that happened today with Harry and Lucas. It was all too much to process. Your feelings for Harry, and how Lucas was treating you.

It was so confusing your mind was racing and keeping you up. But this has been a daily occurrence, every night your brain would never let you rest. You tried to remember the last time you had a good night sleep.

And all you could think about was how peaceful you felt sleeping in Harry’s arms.

———-

“Alright so there’s a book club coming In at 4 tomorrow to read The Great Gatsby. So we have to have 12 copies put aside for that.” Harry goes over things you have to do the rest of the week.

“Ok on it!” You went over to where those books were and got about ten copies in your arms before they started falling out of your hands. You bent down to pick them up. But Harry beat you to it.

“Slow your roll Y/N. Here let me help.” He took a few more books from your hands and took the rest from the floor.

“Thanks.”

You guys were in the back sorting out all the new releases that needed to be put on the shelf next week. You picked up a children’s book and set it in the pile not really paying much.

“Not again Y/N.” Harry said jokingly.

“What?” You turned to him and he was holding the same book you just put down.

“You put this in the adult books.” He smirked.

“Oops sorry.”

“So glad I caught that we didn’t want to have that situation again like last time.”

“Oh my gosh don’t bring it up again.” You covered your ears cause you were so embarrassed.

“I still don’t understand how you accidentally put 50 shades of grey in the freaking kids section!” At this point Harry is dying of laughter.

You covered your face to stop the redness , “ I was so exhausted I didn’t even realize. But the moms face when she came to the register to tell us.”

“Um I think you’ve made a mistake. My son should not be seeing this. This is unacceptable.” Harry mimicked the mother of a 7 year old boy who was seen reading it.

“I swear I couldn’t keep a straight face when her son said he wanted to buy it!” You giggled at the memory.

“Good thing you came up with the idea to give her a gift card because we for sure would of gotten fired.” Harry shakes his head while sorting out the books.

“I know right that was a close one.” You look back down to the pile of books you had and reached for the pen to check off the books you already did.

Your hand went for it at the same time Harry did and your fingers slightly touched. None of you pulled away at first.

It was quiet now in the back and Harry started to intertwine his hand with your own. He was soft and gentle and you didn’t stop him.

The bell rang indicating someone was ready to cash out. You both quickly pulled away from each other, and he cleared your throat.

“If it’s that old lady that takes forever again I’m not taking it.” Harry breaks the silence in the room making it feel more light.

“Fine. But if it’s that 80 year old guy that always hits on me you better take it!” You guys laugh as you both walked to the register.

“I swear Harry, we never have normal people come in here I think this place is cursed-”

You stopped talking when you saw who was at the register.

“Lucas?” There he was standing there but he wasn’t even looking at you. His eyes were fixed on Harry who was standing close behind me.

You went out from behind the desk to greet him.

“Lucas why are you here I don’t get off until 5.” You looked over at the clock and it was only 1.

But before you got an answer Lucas eyes was now fixed on you and he leaned down to forcefully kiss your lips.

He grabbed your waist to make sure you couldn’t wiggle away. You kissed him for a second but then became uncomfortable because you didn’t like kissing like this in public.

From the corner of your eye you saw Harry look away.

Finally you got out of his hold.

“I wanted to take you to lunch. Isn’t it your lunch break?” You could of lied but you didn’t want to explain to Harry why you did that.

“Yeah it is.”

“Good let’s go.” He put his hand on your waist but before you moved you called out for Harry

“Harry I’ll be back okay, I’m getting lunch.”

Harry looked up from what he was doing and nodded “I’ll be waiting. Have fun.”

You didn’t know why he said that. But when he did Lucas tightened his grip on your waist and walked you to the front.

“Can we talk first? Like somewhere private” Lucas said before you exited the store.

You looked at him a little worried. “Um yeah sure we can in the car or something-”

“We can just go in here.” He pointed to one of your storage rooms for books and you weren’t sure if that was a good place.

“I don’t know we can just-” Lucas wasn’t listening he opened the door and brought you in and locked it.

“Lucas what the hell. Why can’t we just talk in the car?”

“It can’t wait.” You started to get worried.

“Is everything okay?”

“I’m sorry for the way I acted last night.” Your eyes widened. Was he apologizing he rarely does that.

“I was just jealous and scared that you were with someone else.” He frowned and held your hand to him.

“I shouldn’t of been so upset and I’m sorry.” You were in shock that he was saying all these things to you. He was owning up to his mistakes.

“It’s okay.” Even though you were still upset with him it’s good that he apologized.

He sighed in relief that you forgave him and he rested his head on the crook of your neck as he said he would never do it again. But you’ve heard that before and you knew he never kept his promise.

“I want to make it up to you because I love you.” He tells you.

“When? Is that why you came to get lunch was me?” This was the good side of Lucas that you wanted.

“Right here.” He started placing kissing on your collarbone and up your neck.

“Right now” The assaults on your neck just became more sloppy.

“Lucas…” you warned him. “What are you doing?”

“Making it up to you.” He said while holding you against the wall.

“We can’t do this here. This is my job.” You tried to get him to look you in the eye to see you weren’t playing around.

“No one will know.” His hand finds his way up your dress and glides over your slit.

“Lucas come on let’s just go eat first I’m really hungry.” Maybe if you both eat he would be too tired to do anything.

“I’m hungry too.” You sigh in relief alright now we can go.

“But not for food.” He drops down to his knees infront of you. “But something else.” You finally realize what he meant as he started to place kisses on your underwear.

“Just let me do this one thing. To make it up to you, baby.” He begged. But like before you never stopped him even when you wanted to cause you knew there was no use to fighting it if he was gonna do it anyways.

He slide your underwear down your legs and slowly licked your slit. You shuddered and held onto his shoulders for support. You hoped he would finish you fast because this location made you uncomfortable.

He swirled his tongue in you as he grabbed your waist to keep you still. Your breathe hitched but you tried to keep your mouth shut.

“It’s alright. Let it out. I wanna hear you.” He licks you again.

“ Let Harry know how good I can make you feel as I eat your pretty pussy.” He said as he licks your slit.

Suddenly the realization hit you on what Lucas was really doing. You quickly got out of his grip and pushed him away from you. While trying to pull up your underwear from your ankles.

“Is that why you came here?!” Your voice raised.
“ To just fuck me while Harry was near, so he hear us?!” Lucas didn’t say anything.

“Did you even mean any of that apologizes or saying you loved me? Or were you just trying to get in my pants?!” The tears started forming and they wouldn’t stop.

“So you wouldn’t let me fuck you but you and Harry have probably fucked plenty times in this place!” Lucas was fuming now.

“Are you even hearing yourself! You sound crazy, Harry and I are just friends!”

“You didn’t think I saw the way you guys were looking at each other back there.” He started walking closer to you.

“You think your all innocent in all this. But all you are is just a fucking slut.” Lucas spat in your face.

Your heart felt like it was breaking into pieces. No matter how angry Lucas was with you he never had said such vile and means things like that.

“All you want is some dude in your life to stick there cock In your pussy.” He aggressively grabbed you there and you jumped.

“Because all you are is just a fucking Whore.”

All you heard was a loud noise and your hand started throbbing.

Lucas had his hand over his cheek and he was angry. Then the realization hit you.

You slapped him.

“Don’t you ever say that to me again. Don’t ever touch me again. Or I swear to god I will get people involved. I hate you! Your a manipulative, horrible, asshole! We are done!” You screamed at him.

You didn’t how you did it. But Lucas left, he ran out of there.

And when he did you let out a sigh of relief but then the tears never stopped. You slide down the bookshelf on the hard cold floor and just started sobbing. You didn’t know what to do all your stuff was in that house and you never wanted to see his face again. You had nowhere to stay and no one to contact. You were alone.

Which made you cry even more. The words and touch of Lucas was still with you and you just wanted to erase the memory of it all. You’ve never felt more broken, more hurt.

You couldn’t hear anything because of your sobs ringing in your ear. Warm hands touched your shoulders and you jumped ready to hit Lucas if he came back.

But it wasn’t him it was Harry.

“Y/N what happened? Are you okay?!” He looked at your face with tears streaming down your cheeks and your body shaking.

You could barely speak but you jumped into Harry’s arms and wrapped your arms around his neck and sobbed. He was taken back at first but then scooped you in his lap and held onto you. Letting you cry in his arms.

“It’s going to be okay Y/N. okay I promise you.” Harry told you as you leaned closer into him.

And somehow you knew that Harry wouldn’t break a promise

—- Part 3: https://imaginexxharry.tumblr.com/post/160710668819/hurt-part-3
Lance has a Type™

Fandom: Voltron
Pairing: Previous Lance/Lotor, Klance
Character: Lance, Lotor, Keith
Summary: Lance and Keith get captured and some things are revealed.

AN - Literally just a dumb little thing I wrote in relation to the crossed out part that i wrote here because no one else wrote it.  Fits with the orignal paladin/altean aristocrat Lance threoy.
Unbeta’d because yolo and stuff

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So… they cancelled that comic to replace it with a 125 page wedding extravaganza, right? I need at least 30 pages of Jack arguing with Gabe over the ratio of black to other colors in the interior decorating scheme before I won’t be mad at Blizzard anymore. 

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99. “How could you forget your son’s birthday?”

The streamers were up, food and refreshments were out, and the bouncy castle had just arrived. All a few hours before guests would begin to make their way through the doors.

“Guess who’s just woken up from his nap and is ready for his big day!” Anne coos, appearing at the kitchen door with baby Alec perched on her hip.

“Oh my handsome baby,” Y/N gushes, smiling at the beautiful blonde haired boy from where she stands at the sink, rinsing the last plates they’d just used to have a late lunch in.

She dries her hands and walks over to Anne who hands over the toddler, kissing his forehead in the process.

“Any word from Harry?” Gemma questions entering the room, Darcy in tow.

“Not yet. He’s probably still in that meeting.”

Harry seems to be dangerously close to missing his son’s birthday party, and the fact that he can’t return a call or a text to say he’s running late doesn’t help.

“Hey, Darce. Mind helping auntie Gem take Alec upstairs to change him for his party?”

“Will do mumma!” The four year old jumps in excitement, arms wrapping around Y/N’s leg for a second.

Gemma smiles apologetically, baby talking Alec as she takes him in his arms and disappears into the sitting area with Darcy.

“He’ll be here.” Is all Anne offers.

***

Y/N had been cold with Harry the minute she’d answered his call an hour into the celebration.

Family and friends had arrived, and questions of Harry’s whereabouts where unavoidable, only Y/N didn’t have the answer. All she could say was that he was running late.

But she’d given him an ear full when he stepped into the backyard, pulling him inside to the kitchen by the sleeve of his shirt.

He’d apologized about a dozen times, excuses of ‘got stuck in the meeting,’ and 'promise I didn’t forget, pet.’

And she’d given him a stern look, saying nothing else and instead heading back out to enjoy the rest of the evening.

After that, Harry was inseparable from their kids. He jumped about in the bouncy castle with Darcy, Alec in arms. He’d played tag with the kids, making sure to run slow when he wasn’t it. He’d given piggy back rides. And he’d even taken a cake to the face because surely Alec wasn’t going to.

They’d thanked everyone for accompanying them on a special day. And Harry offered to take care of helping the guests out so Y/N could lay Alec down for bedtime.

The last of the people had left, and even though the hours had passed, Harry still felt guilty.

The sight of Y/N reading to Darcy whilst rocking Alec when he opens the door to his little girl’s room couldn’t warm his heart more.

“She’s asleep y'know.” He whispers, bare feet making their way to stand above Y/N.

But Y/N says nothing, just looks down at the infant in her arms, eyes droopy just waiting to shut.

“M'really sorry, love. Tried to get out of it but Jeff needed me there.”

“S'fine Harry. It’s done.”

She moves to stand from the chair.

“I promise I didn’t forget.”

She sighs, not wanting to argue over it anymore.

“Won’t happen again. Promise.”

She meets his eyes, and as much as she wanted to be mad at him, she couldn’t.

“S'not me you have to apologize to.”

Her gaze averts to their son, eyes wide the second he caught a glimpse of Harry, smile much like his father’s.

Harry smiles at the both of them, kissing the top of Y/N’s hairline before taking Alec into his arms.

Dear Evan Hansen Reverse AU: Therapy

“Jared?” His therapist looked at him from her clipboard with a strange look. “You’re being unusually quiet today. Would you like to tell me what happened?”
“Why do you think something happened? Can’t I just want to not talk to the shrink my parents are forcing me to see?”
“Well when you come into my office crying and in distress I believe it would help to share. If it had something too do with Evan-”
“Evan, Evan, Evan that’s all we talk about isn’t it? Oh, poor Evan, he was so young. Evan Hansen? The kid who l killed himself over the summer? Oh you’re Evan’s friend? I’m so sorry for your loss!” Jared’s rant stopped suddenly thinking about what Connor said. “No wonder Evan Hansen killed himself, I would have too being forced to put up with you…”
“Jared, whoever said that had no right.”
“Damn right he didn’t! Where the hell does Connor fucking Murphy get off claiming to be Evan’s best friend? I was his only friend! I’m…I’m the reason…”
“Jared if this is getting uncomfortable for you I can call your parents-”
“No, it’s alright I want to get this off my chest. Fuck Connor Murphy. He didn’t know Evan like I did, he didn’t hang out with him at the orchard. He didn’t go over to his house and pay videogames. He didn’t kiss Evan for the first time! That was all me, and yeah that probably sounds selfish but you know what? Evan leaving me was the most selfish thing he could do!”
“I’m not saying you should blame yourself Jared, but I’m also not saying you should blame Evan or Connor. In these situations there’s no one to blame for what happened. You’re not the reason Evan’s dead and you need to know that.”
“Really? Then why didn’t Evan say anything? What if he said something and I just ignored it? Am I still not to blame?”
“No, you’re not. You can’t control people's​ emotions and in case like this there may be no signs of change in the person.”
“I’m not going to fucking argue with you anymore, call my parents and tell them fuck this shit.” Jared got up, slamming the door behind him as he walked out to his car.
The therapist was right about one thing, Connor Murphy is a lying asshole. Those emails weren’t real and neither was their “friendship”.