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.

"I'm not in love with him/her anymore" is bullshit

If your idea of marriage is being with someone you’re “in love” with, don’t you dare get married. Your marriage will fail, I promise you.

“In love” is that romantic, bubbly feeling. That thing that makes you sigh when they walk into a room, but disappears when their acne breaks out, or they get constipated and need you to buy them an enema, or when they’re vomiting from the flu, or when you’re fighting with them about money or children.

“In love” is no reason to get married. It is fleeting. It comes and goes like the tide and sometimes you have to work hard to create that feeling.

“He/she is my best friend” is a good reason to get married. “I will never leave” being at the front of your mind during the most hellish debate you’ve ever had is a reason to get married. “I want to understand their point of view” when you feel like it’s impossible to understand each other in that moment is a good reason to get married.

Real love gets ugly sometimes. Real love is when two people see the ugly side of each other and they still want to work together and be better for each other.

Real love deals with sickness, poverty, and misery together. It doesn’t point the finger or whine to your friends about the romance being dead instead of getting up and reviving it your damn self.

Don’t you dare get married to someone while you’re “in love.” Get married after you survive a struggle together. Get married knowing it’s going to be harder than you ever imagined it would be. Get married knowing you want your children to be like your partner as much as they’re like you. Marry someone you can argue with the right way, the productive way, the “won’t shut you out” way, the “we’re gonna talk this out even if I need a minute to cool off” way.

Don’t marry someone just because you’re “in love.” In love is easy. Love is a challenge two people take on together for the rest of their lives; and if either one of you is half hearted about it don’t you dare get married. And if it fails don’t you dare use “I wasn’t in love with him/her anymore” as an excuse. If you can say that as your excuse you never really loved them anyway

Real Domestic OTP Scenarios

Okay, as I’ve embraced being a Fandom Old Person ™, I’m tired of seeing all the cute, domestic OTP scenarios written by people who probably haven’t lived with a significant other before, except for maybe a romantic weekend where all the “sleepy good morning kisses” and “dancing in their underwear at midnight” happen. I want to see them after a few years like:

  • A sleepy good morning kiss that ends up with a palm in the face and a muttered, “brush your damn teeth first.”
  • A sleepy good morning kiss that ends up with a palm in the face and a muttered, “I will push you off the fucking bed if you don’t let me sleep.”
  • Watching scary movies on the couch and one of them falls asleep, head tilted back, mouth open, snoring loud enough to wake the neighbors.
  • “You unclog the toilet.” “No you unclog the toilet!” “Don’t you love me anymore?” “Only if you unclog the toilet.”
  • “Are those my jeans?” *shrug* “Does it matter anymore?”
  • Stealing a kiss while one is making dinner and getting smacked in the ear with the spatula.
  • Person A: “Can you pass me the oregano?” Person B: “I need payment first.” *puckers lips* Person A: *holds out a dollar*
  • Getting snowed in and arguing for an hour about whether to make the hot chocolate with milk or water until one of them just dumps the packet over the other’s head.
  • After having long, languid sex with strawberries and whipped cream, both of them laying in the wreckage of the bed, sheets, towels. Both: “that was such a bad idea. We’ll never get this all cleaned up.”
  • Holding hands after a date, wandering through the romantic twilight, so in love, and one says, “shit, it’s getting late and we haven’t gone grocery shopping yet.”
  • Person A coming up behind Person B, wrapping their arms around their waist, gently kissing the back of their neck and murmuring, “you’ve got more gray hair back here.”
  • Renewing their wedding vows 10, 20, 30 years later and still crying like they did when they were young and youthfully in love and said “I do” for the first time.
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.

Lies and Make ups ~ Peter Parker

Summary: You find out Peter is spider man, angry and disappointed you try and ignore him, but you can’t stay away.

Word count: 1,396

Warnings: minor swearing, and a short make out

Ned and I were sitting on Peter’s bed waiting for him to get home from his “Stark internship”. Which I think is actual bs. It may be true he’s working with Stark but there’s something else to this. He’s lying about something. Ned was holding the death star he had just finished, fiddling with the lego characters as I sighed and laid back.

“Do you think Peter’s going to be back soon?” Ned asked me as moved around trying to get comfortable.

“Who knows when he’ll be back from his stark internship” I replied my voice laced with annoyance. We sat there a couple minutes longer until we heard the window opening. Ned was about to say something, but I sprung up covering his mouth. I was thinking it might be a robber or something because who would come through the window, but all of the sudden Spiderman was on the ceiling of Peter’s room. Ned’s mouth was practically on the ground. Mine was the same as his as spider man took off his mask revealing my best friend since age 3. Peter fucking  Parker. Peter closed the door and both Ned and I were both speechless until Peter turned around his mouth even wider than Ned as he dropped the death star on the ground.

“You’re spider man” Ned exclaimed

“No, I’m not” Peter Panicked

“Peter you were literally crawling on the ceiled” I squealed.

“I can’t believe this is happening right,” he said under his breath taking off his suit and standing in only his boxers. I mean I wasn’t complaining because he got ripped. I definitely was staring too long because I saw Peter blush and bow his head. The shock soon turned into anger. I grabbed my bag about to leave until out of nowhere May burst into this very awkward situation and told Peter they were going out to dinner and quickly telling him to put clothes on. Ned was freaking out and I just kind of stood there silent. Peter quickly told us we needed to leave obviously not in the mood to deal with this. Ned was still attacking Peter with questions and got up quickly leaving the room not wanting to deal with this either. I felt Peter’s eyes burning a hole in the back of my head. He knew I was angry with him. I was feeling a huge mix of anger, sadness, anxiety, and annoyance. I wasn’t really that mad I was more upset that he didn’t trust me and that he had been ditching me and lying to me constantly. I was also upset that as a 15-year-old boy he was putting himself in dangerous situations where he could easily die. I lived in the same apartment as Peter and Ned I just lived 2 stories above. I opened up the door to my apartment and practically ran to my room and plopped into my bed. I turned off my lamp immediately going to bed. To be completely honest I didn’t want to think about this anymore.

The next morning I woke up wishing last night was a dream, but I had to face reality, but I didn’t have to deal with it directly. So I rushed and put clothes on and texted Ned I was not going to walk to school them today because I had to get there early to talk to a teacher. Which was bullshit because I didn’t want to deal with Peter at all today, but that was going to be a challenge since I had 4 classes with him, sat by him in 2. Good thing I brought my headphones. Today was going to be a long day. Of course, I had the first hour with him. Plus we were doing a lab in chemistry and he was my partner.  I decided it would be best if I walked in last minute with both my headphones in thinking he’d possibly take the hint, but knowing Peter I doubt he would leave me alone. I walked into class as the bell rang and ducked my head down a bit thinking no one would notice me.

“Y/N you look pissed” Flash laughed

“Shut it asshole” I spat, Flash is a grade A douchebag and hate him more than I hate Peter right now and to be completely honest that’s saying a lot.

“Damn girl you’re feisty today,” he said with a raspy tone, I rolled my eyes, and took my seat next to Peter who was fidgeting and looked like he was about to jump out of his seat.

“Y/N listen I’m sor-”

“Peter I don’t want to hear it, your secret safe with me”

“Wait Y/N bu-”

“Peter we can talk about this later let’s just get this lab done please, I don’t want to deal with this right now”  I argued, it almost sounded like I was whining. It got Peter to back off though and that’s what I needed. I wasn’t truly mad anymore. I was just upset he didn’t trust me.

The bell finally rang after an excruciating 49 minutes of Peter staring at me with puppy dog eyes. This kid knew exactly how to get me to forgive him. I’m a sucker for those damn puppy eyes. What sucked is the rest of the day he looked at me like that, but it was different from the times he used them when we were just play fighting. He actually looked like he was in so much pain. He looked like he was suffering, and I felt horrible. It was the end of the day, and I saw him moping by his locker. I honestly suck at holding grudges and the more I think about I understand why he didn’t tell me. He turned around and made eye contact with me and the world began going in slow motion. His brown orbs made me feel as if I was melting into the ground. I could literally see tears form in his eyes and I couldn’t be even slightly angry anymore. I just began walking towards him.

“Y/N please don’t hate me, I can’t lo-” I cut him off pulling him into a hug. I had my hand around his neck and I buried my head into his neck breathing in his scent. I think I took him by surprise because it took him a second to wrap his arms around my waist and hug me tighter that I was hugging him.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you Y/N, I just wanted to keep you safe” he whispered, I pulled from the hug and held his cheek.

“Hey look, Peter, It’s okay  I’m not mad anymore, I seriously overreacted,” I said wiping a single tear from his cheek.

“No it’s not okay I feel ho-” I cut him off grabbing the collar of his shirt and planting my lips on his. I don’t know what the hell had gotten into me, but his lips felt amazing. My eyes were closed, but if they were open I knew his eyes would be wide open. It took him a couple seconds to comprehend what was happening, but after a good 10 seconds he started to kiss bad and placed his hands on my hips. I removed my hands from his collar and wrapped them around his neck and started to tug on his hair causing him to groan into my mouth, making me smile into the kiss. I felt his tongue swipe my bottom lip and I gladly let his tongue slip into my mouth. He squeezed my hips making me moan into his mouth which makes him chuckle. I pulled him even closer to me than humanly possible, but eventually, I had to pull away for air resting my forehead on his.

“Wow,” I said breathlessly.

“If I knew that was gonna happen if you found out, I would have told you way sooner,” he said still shocked at what had just happened

“Oh my god Peter” I giggle pushing his chest. He grabbed my hand and we began walking home. I honestly have no idea what I just did, but this was gonna change everything, and think for the better.

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you’re hot (when you’re mad)

isaac knows the perfect way to distract his wife when she’s angry.  

inspired by this post:  “you know, when this is over, we should really have angry sex” and “can we fuck? like, now?”  

“You know, when this is over, we should really have angry sex.”

“Isaac.” I sighed. “You’re not listening to me.”

He reclined further against the pillows on our bed and crossed his arms over his chest. “I am, honey. You’re mad because you think I’m trying to control you. You think I’m trying to turn you into an obedient little Stepford Wife, just because I said I wanted you to stop working so much.”

“Stop saying ‘I think.’ It’s dismissive and inaccurate. I know those things to be facts.”

The corner of his mouth turned up in a subtle smirk. “Oh, do you now? I love it when you act like a little know-it-all. It turns me on.”

“I-saac, stop flirting with me like we’re teenagers. I’m being serious. You knew when you married me that I wasn’t going to be a typical housewife for you. Now all of a sudden, you want me to stay home?”

Isaac shook his head. “That’s not what I meant, and I feel like you know that. Will you just come back to bed?” The covers were up to his waist, and he wasn’t wearing a shirt, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little bit tempted.

“No,” I muttered with half conviction, full petulance, regretfully tearing my gaze from his sun-kissed, toned chest, and the light smattering of hair that covered the hard plane under his stomach, the treasure trail that led to happier places than this conversation. “I’m not getting back in bed until you apologize.” I was standing at the foot of the mattress, admittedly with my hands on my hips, none too proud of my stubborn streak. Isaac was being ridiculous, so I had to hold my ground. Maybe if I kept telling myself I was standing up for women everywhere, I could get through this argument.

“What do you want me to apologize for? Noticing that you were becoming a workaholic? That you’re always tired and frustrated after you come home from work? Baby, all I did was suggest you should cut back on work, delegate some of your responsibilities to other people.”

I shook my head. “No, I can’t. I don’t want my boss to think I can’t handle all of it. He already makes sexist jokes about how I’m the first woman he’s ever promoted to my position. Besides, you said you wanted me to stay home, not work less.”

“That’s the same thing.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Okay, fine, it’s not. Is it so bad that I want to spend more time with my wife?”

“We… spend time together…” I mumbled unconvincingly.

Isaac laughed sarcastically. “Oh yeah, I get to talk to you five minutes before bed because you pass out so quickly from being at work till 9 pm. Oh, and if I’m lucky on the weekend, in between your 15 minute breaks because you bring the office home with you.”

I groaned and paced to the other side of the room. “Well, what do you want me to do?! I’m sorry I care about my job!”

“I get that! I care about my job too, but at least I’m here. And you’re not. I feel like all I ever do is cook and clean and wait for you to get back, holding out some small hope that you might stay awake for just a minute longer so I can share maybe two words with you–that’s if you’re not too tired from crying into my shoulder because you had a bad day at work.”

“Well I–I mean,” I stammered, aimlessly grappling for another line of argument, “so, that’s what this is about? You’re tired of comforting me when I cry?”

“No, of course not–”

“So then, you’d rather I cook and clean, have the house spotless and dinner ready on the table when you get home from work?” Isaac didn’t say anything. A knowing grin spread across his face, accompanied with a playful twinkle in his eyes, and no counterpoint could’ve pissed me off more than that.Well?

“I’m not doing this with you anymore,” he said calmly. “I’m not engaging in this because we both know you instigate fights when you’re defensive. And you’re defensive because you know I’m right. You’re trying to spin this into a feminist issue, willfully ignoring my valid points. At this point, you’re just Fox News-ing soundbites to make me sound sexist.”

“Really? Fox News-ing soundbites? Cute.”

“I thought I was talking to my wife, not Bill O’Reilly…”

I audibly gasped. “You did not just call me Bill O’Reilly. Have fun sleeping on the couch tonight, buddy.”

Isaac chuckled. I stared back, trying to appear unimpressed, trying not to give away that I was completely turned on. It’s not like I could help my biological responses. My female sensibilities always swooned whenever Isaac managed to stay calm, while also simultaneously calling out my bullshit. Not many people could do that. It’s why I married him: Isaac could put me in my place. I needed that sometimes. Still, I didn’t like admitting I was wrong.

“You’re only hearing what you want to hear,” he continued. “You’re not listening to what I’m saying, so I’m not arguing with you anymore.”

“Fine. You’re the one who brought it up.” I threw my hands up in frustration and headed towards the bedroom door, stopping when he called out my name.

“Woah, woah. Where the hell do you think you’re going?”

I turned the knob and opened the door. “Um, I’m leaving? Since you don’t want to talk to me anymore?”

Isaac’s grin disappeared. “This is true. I’m done talking, but you’re not going anywhere.” He tilted his head and looked me up and down. Five years married, I still hadn’t built up an immunity to The Look.

“Oh really? Why’s that?” I challenged. My defenses were crumbling with each passing second, my flesh burning each time his hungry eyes raked over my body.

“Because darling, you’re hot when you’re mad, and having it out with you always makes me horny. Since I know you are too, why don’t we stop talking in circles, and fuck. Like, now.”  A few moments passed and we stared each other down, both waiting for the other to make the next move. “Come on baby, I can almost taste you from over here. And you look so sexy standing over there in nothing but panties and my t-shirt. Get back in this bed, Mrs. Lahey.”

Shit. He pulled out the surname card. There went my last line of defense. “You know what? Fuck it,” I muttered, and stormed angrily across our room. I crawled over the mattress to straddle his waist where he leaned against the headboard. I peeled off my t-shirt and his fingers wrapped around my throat, reeling me in for a harsh kiss, gnashing together teeth and tongue.

“You really know how to get under my skin,” I spoke against his pliant, soft mouth, weaving my fingers through his hair to tug on his curls.

He chuckled. “That’s exactly where I intend to be, pet.” Isaac’s hands traveled up my thighs and under my ass. He roughly squeezed, then swiftly, he brought down one hand and smacked my ass. I yelped at the unexpected contact, then moaned as he rubbed the stinging area. He spread apart my cheeks and moved aside my underwear. Isaac slipped a finger into my folds and spread my wetness over my clit, circling the bundle of nerves slowly. It was when he started spelling out the alphabet over the sensitive bud that I started emitting whiny little gasps. When he got to W, I was mewling and riding his hand. “What do you say, princess? Wanna ride my cock? Or are you still mad at me?” he mocked.

I rolled my eyes. “I’m furious actually, but for now, I wanna fuck your brains out.” I removed the covers from his naked body and fisted his shaft, holding it steady so I could spit on the tip. I spread the slick saliva all over his cock while he fucked my mouth with the fingers he just took out of my pussy. Smug asshole knew I liked sucking on his fingers. They were just so long and elegant and pretty and I loved the way Isaac could reach the back of my throat. There was also his kink about laying his fingers flat against my tongue and stroking the flesh to let me taste myself.

I continued to stroke him, albeit needlessly. “Well, that didn’t take long. You must really like it when I’m mad. Do you just piss me off on purpose, honey?”

Isaac smirked. “Like you’re complaining. You like makeup sex as much as I do. So why don’t you stop messing around,” Isaac continued, gently extracting my hand from his cock and lifting my hips so he was positioned at my entrance, “and take me where you really need me?”

I scoffed. “Me, need you? I think it’s the other way around.”

Suddenly, Isaac stopped circling my clit. “Is that so?” He removed his hands from my body altogether, sat back, smirked, and crossed his arms over his chest. I gaped. Oh no he did not.

“Are you kidding me?” I deadpanned. “You’re seriously gonna stop now?”

Isaac shrugged. “It’s not like I need you.”

I glanced down. “Your boner suggests otherwise.”

“I can take care of that myself.”

“What, and pass this up? You think your hand compares to me?” Isaac remained unfazed, challenging me with one raised brow. “Aww come on, Lahey, what was it you were saying earlier? About getting under my skin?” I made my voice small and delicate, and bit down on Isaac’s earlobe when I spoke. “Don’t you want to be inside me, baby?” Positioning myself on his thigh, I rode him the way I did the first time we fucked, in the driver’s seat of his car after Derek and Stiles said “I do.” I remember the way Isaac’s lips tasted like champagne and icing when I shoved him against his car door, pulled him down by his tie, and kissed him for the first time since we ended things in high school. “Remember the first time I rode you like this?” Isaac pressed his thumbs into my hip bones and guided my movements. The cocky pretense was gone, replaced by hazy lust. He grunted an affirmation. “It was right after Derek and Stiles got married. We fucked for the first time that night, and you made me come twice. In a fucking car. I think I knew then you were the one,” I joked.

Isaac grinned. “It takes flexibility to do what we did in that car. That was all you.”

My laughter transformed into a heady moan as my clit brushed against his leg in that perfect angle. “You felt so good inside me that night. I love the way you feel Isaac, how you fill me up and stretch me out. Please, baby, I want you so bad. I want–ah! want you, inside me… it’s so warm inside this body, and it’s so soft.” Even though I was trying to make Isaac cave, there wasn’t any deception behind my words. I needed him now. “If you don’t fuck me soon, I’m gonna come, and I really wanna come all over your cock. Please fuck me, Isaac, please… I want it so bad…”

“Shit, are you beggin’ me?” Isaac’s fingers wrapped into my hair and he pulled me down to kiss me. “Are you fuckin’ begging me?” In a flurry of movement, Isaac had me on my back, and positioned himself at my entrance. “This what you want?” He slid into me so fast and hard my eyes nearly rolled into the back of my head. My back arched away from the mattress, and he wrapped his arm around my torso as he slammed into me relentlessly. “Fuck, how do you always feel so good?” He grunted into my shoulder. Suddenly, he stopped. This whiny little noise escaped my throat at the loss of contact. “Turn over. Do it, now. Good, now stick your ass out.” He delivered another stinging slap to to my ass. “Higher, just like that. Wanna fuck you just… like that…”

For the second time, Isaac entered me, sheathed hilt-deep in my pussy. It was all I could do to claw at my sheets because the new angle Isaac had achieved was making it hard to stay on my knees. His hand on my hip holding me in place was helping a little bit.

“Isaac,” I managed to say, albeit breathily, “I’m gonna come.”

He slowed his movement and leaned down, placing a gentle kiss on my spine. “Good, me too.” Isaac snaked a hand around my hip and toyed with my clit. All the while he fucked me slow and deep, with his chest against my back, talking filth into my ear. My moans came out in silent mewls, with frustrated growls peppered in because Isaac’s pace was torturously slow. “There it is, there’s that anger I love so much,” Isaac said. “Look at you, clawing at the sheets, fuckin’ growling at me. You hate it when I go slow like this, don’t you?” He pumped into me again, this time, with more gusto, and I could feel my orgasm bubbling up, so close to brimming over.

“Please, Isaac,” I moaned pathetically.

“Please, what?”

“Please let me come,” I whined.

“Shhh, baby, you’ll come soon enough. You’re just gonna have to be a little patient–oh, shit, you just gonna clench around me like that? Make your pussy all nice and tight for me like that?” Isaac grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled, tugged sharply the way I liked it. “You’re gonna get it now, darling.” He rubbed my clit faster and rutted into me fast and deep. He came before me, but that was probably my fault for clenching around him. I milked out his orgasm before he sent me over the edge.

“Shit, shit, shit,” I whispered as my body quivered. The jolts of pleasure continued for a good minute afterwards, and Isaac laid me on my side and cradled my body against him. He cupped my cheek and brushed soft little kisses all over my face.

“Shh, I got you,” he said softly.

When I finally recovered and muddled through the foggy haze, I realized I was no longer mad. Isaac had that effect on me when he made me come really hard, obliterating my anger and my pride, enough for me to apologize. “I’m sorry,” I said quietly.

“Mm-mm, don’t be. I told you angry sex fixes everything.”

I laughed. “True. You were right about all of it. I’ve been working too much. We barely see each other.”

He kissed my forehead. “S’alright. I just get worried about you. And I miss you.” Isaac moved his fingertips against my back, tracing lazy, comforting circles.

“I miss you too.” I snuggled deeper into his chest. “I’ll cut back. Wanna spend more time with you.”

“Is that right? You’re actually gonna listen to me?” He feigned shock.

I giggled and lightly punched his arm. “Shut up.” I pressed a contented kiss against his chest. “Love you,” I mumbled as I dozed off. Isaac’s fingers combed gently through my hair, lulling me into slumber.

“Love you more.”


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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03. You’re Mine - Min Yoongi Fanfic

AN*  So I ran across a “Bed Sharing AU” prompt list with 8 prompts and thought it’d be a great exercise to explore writing fanfics again. This is the 3rd in the series of oneshots. I’m using all 8 prompts with different members.  8 prompts, 7 members… the 8th will be a surprise.

A special thanks to BTS… for giving me inspiration and re-igniting my passion to write again. (Gif credit to original poster.)

01. Kim NamJoon - Must Have Energy

02. Kim SeokJin - Mama Mo’s

04. Jung HoSeok - My Hope

05. Park Jimin - Awkwardly Perfect

06. Kim TaeHyung - The BPP

07. Jeon JungKook - Call Me Kookie

08. BTS - Hawaiian Thunderstorm

Originally posted by helloangiemccartney

You’re Mine

Prompt: You’re staying over, take my bed, I’ll sleep on the couch, yes i am yes i am yes i am yes i am no you’re not yes i am FINE WE’LL BOTH TAKE THE BED, happy!!??

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Genre: angst, minor fluff, smut lite, a bit of everything really… *strong language**abuse warning (discussion and aftermath)*

Word Count: 4K

You had NEVER seen Yoongi this angry before… You’d never seen him this… anything before.  Min Yoongi was so quiet and never let anybody know what he was thinking, but he was definitely giving you an earful now.

“I’ll fucking kill him!” he growled as he paced back and forth in front of you.  The energy radiating off of him should be scaring you, especially after what you had just gone through, but it was Yoongi…

“You’re not going to kill him,” you said softly.  

Yoongi surged toward you.

“If I say I’m gonna fucking kill him, I’ll fucking kill him, Y/N!” he shouted.  You couldn’t stop the flinch at his raised voice so close. Immediately the energy shifted and you felt a hand on your knee.  You opened your eyes to find Yoongi kneeling in front of you, eyes soft for the first time since you showed up on his doorstep… with a cut and bloody lip and a bruise darkening on your cheek.

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Balance: Arrow 6x04 Review (Reversal)

Arrow Season 6: a summary

Did I fall asleep reading glorious fanfic and am now dreaming it’s on TV? Because sometimes that happens.

Best episode of Season 6.  Yeah yeah, we’re only on four. I DON’T CARE THAT WAS AMAZING. “Reversal” is Oliver and Felicity walking in each other’s shoes (but not in an angsty way) while husband and wife-ing their way through the episode. Reversal has the heart, soul and comedy that Arrow needs. This is what makes the show great. We hung in there for the long haul and through some dark days. Olicity has come out the other side and the Arrow writers are bathing us all in the sun.

It is truly rare for a television show to get better with age. This one is for the books. I, for one, am going to enjoy the hell out of this.

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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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Jungkook scenario to fighting with you and breaking up.

(Credits to gif owners)

So this would mark the end of this mini series, hope you enjoyed, and request away, oh and I have a request brewing up, so hope you enjoy that too.

Originally posted by nochuie

You always lacked that attention from jungkook, you missed him, when you missed him, it was bad, you would be gloomy constantly, all you wanted was to hug and kiss him.

You would call him, or at least try, he would never pick up and when you texted he replied simply with

“K” or “yh”

You had nothing against them but just when you missed him you wanted nothing but a simple.

“I love you” or “I miss you”

“Jungkook, are you coming home tonight?”

You texted hoping he’d come to your shared apartment at least today.

“No, I’ve got practice”

He replied simply, this had been going on for days, weeks and months, he seemed to slowly be drifting away.

“Okay, do you want me to bring anything for you?”

Still you were worried about him

“Actually, I’m starting to run out of clothes to wear in the dorm, Could you bring me some?”

You lit up, finally you could meet him,

“Sure” you typed away, and quickly got up to get dressed and pack more clothes for him, you made sure to put in a spare water bottle just in case, you packed a few instant ice packs, because you knew how sore he would be, you got up plugged in your earphones and walked all the way to his studio, jungkook loved dancing, and sometimes he liked being alone, so he had his own small private dance room.

You called him to ask him to come and open the door, he opened the door and looked so tired,

“Babe? Have you been getting any sleep? I’m worried” as soon as you got in, you closed the door, leaning against the wall, you pulled him towards you, your bodies touching, you reached your hand up to his face, and caressed his cheeks, he looked so fragile under your touch, you wrapped your arms around him and hugged him, he automatically leaned down and placed his head onto your shoulders,

“I missed your touch y/n” he said, you could feel him smiling, you removed him from your shoulders to look him in his eyes

“I missed you too, my little prince” you whispered, he leaned in and pecked your lips, you smiled against his lips, giggling at his actions.

The memories of how jungkook used to be around you, scared you, because he was no longer like that, he was so far from you, and he was so distant, he would usually avoid your touch, and he was better with strangers than with you.

You were tired, tired of being treated like you didn’t exist, he was on tour for 5 months so you missed every bit of him, you missed his good nights and his morning kisses, he entered the house, with no emotion, you hated it,

“Jungkook, I missed you” you wrapped your arms around him, unlike the last time, he pulled your arms off,

“Y/n I’m tired” you were already feeling like such a burden, but you loved him so much, you missed his affection just so much, that you could burst any moment.

He fell asleep so fast, maybe in the morning he’ll be less tired to talk, you woke up earlier than usual, you opened your eyes, and The sight of jungkook sleeping by your side, the sight of him, making you forget about last night and made your heart flatter, you snuggled up to him, not wanting to wake him up, the more you tried, the colder you felt, the more you waited for him, the more you felt lonely.

You got out of bed, and decided to do something today, you planned the day slightly, and when jungkook woke up, you told him what you wanted to do today, it was simple, you wanted to go on a walk with jungkook near the han river, it would be quiet today since it was during the work days, while you were aimlessly walking with jungkook, his hands in your hands, and him beside you, you ran into someone,

“We’re so sorry” apologises the strangers,

Before you could even respond jungkook was apologising to them for them bumping into you

“No it’s fine, she was in the way” you slightly smiled at them, signalling for them to just walk away, you walked home, fully upset.

You entered your apartment, the atmosphere was coated with a thick sense of hurt and pain.

“Jungkook, do I mean anything to you?”

“Y/n what are you on about, of course I do”

“It doesn’t seem like it, you don’t even tell me you love me anymore”

He looked at you confused, irritated even

“Y/n I don’t have time for this, I’d rather go practice than argue with you”

“So I mean nothing, I’m just a waste of your time”

“That’s not what I mean, why are you twisting things? You know what, I can’t right now, not now”

He walked out, you didn’t know what to do, your heart was in so much pain, and you felt so abandoned, but you needed answers and you wanted nothing more than just a bit more of his attention.

You ran out looking for him, not wanting to loose him, he was across the road, without even thinking, you called out for him

“Jungkook?!” A cross between a whisper and a scream, you didn’t look where you were going, you crossed without thinking, nothing came to your mind, but him, but you were sure there were no cars there, you turned your head as others gasped, the car was out of control, the last thing you remembered was a bright light, and an overwhelming, feeling of pain, but then, peace.

Jungkook was just as impatient and hot headed as you, when he heard you call his name it irritated him, he turned around to look at you cold, but when he saw you in the middle of the road, and then at the blink of his eyes, you were on the floor, covered in blood, his gaze went from irritated to worried out of his mind.

He didn’t care if anyone was staring, at this point that was the last thing that he cared about,

“Y/n?” He ran towards you, you grabbed your lying body, and cried,

“Please, y/n wake up, open your eyes, please” he whispered,

“I love you, I really do, I didn’t mean anything that I said, I’m sorry, please tell me your okay, please”

He begged and begged, but you were gone, you didn’t respond, you didn’t respond with your soft hugs, or your reply with

“I love you too, my prince”

The surgery took hours, naturally his fans were suspecting his relationship with you, but that was the last thing he cared about, he sat there by himself until his members came by

“Hey, jungkook, I’m sure she’ll be fine, god why are you crying so much?” Asked jimin not knowing what happened

“Hyung, I…. I hurt her, she’s like this because of me, I… it’s my fault”

“Jungkook don’t say that, what would y/n think if you say that, think about her, nothing else okay?” Yoongi said

“Yeah buddy, don’t worry she’ll be fine” reassured rapmon.

The surgery was a success and you were out, he held the handle of your door, and stayed there, what if you didn’t want to see him, what if you really did hate him, but tae being tae, pushed him into your room and closed the door.

All you could see was black, every inch of your body was in so much pain, the moment your eyes opened, there was an annoying blinding white light, right in front of your face

“Y/n? Your awake? Your okay, your fine”

“Oppa?” You looked around, missing his voice already

“Yes, I’m here, do you need something, if you do I’m right here”

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have tried to fight with you, and I’m sorry I worried you”

“Y/n, I should be the one apologising, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, for making you so lonely, I won’t ever do it again, I love you”

You smiled, the one sentence that you wanted to hear desperately, he walked towards your hands and cupped them with his own. “Go back to sleep princess, I’ll be here when you wake up” slowly drifting back to sleep, you whispered

“I love you too my prince”

Sooo hope you liked this scenario series thing, request some of you want, if not I’ll try to come up with a new series that I can write, anyways I’ll soon release the requested reaction so stay tuned for that,


Originally posted by snottle

The hurting - part 2 of It’s Over

hello hello! this was originally going to be two parts but i had a lot planned and i thought it would be too long. so i thought about doing three parts instead. sorry for the wait! hope you like part two! xx M

heath ledger deadass looks like harry in this movie, bye

Heartbreak. There is the kind of heartbreak that a person can get over. Sometimes it’ll take a few days, weeks, or even months. But eventually, a person can get over it. Even though sometimes it may linger in the back of the person’s mind but they’d only remember it as a small memory from their past.

It can make one strong or weak. It can change one’s perspective on certain aspects of life like love or trust. 

Heartbreak can make one strong. It can teach one a lesson about not giving yourself to someone entirely. Keeping a part of you to yourself only because you’re your own person. 

That’s the kind of heartbreak Y/N wishes she could have gone through. But if your heart is broken in the worst way by someone who you thought was going to be your soulmate, then you don’t know if you’d ever recover from it. That’s the kind of heartbreak a person can’t get over. The kind where you give yourself to someone entirely and they hold your heart in their hands. Just from making one decision, they can break it like it never mattered. Like your heart isn’t fragile. 

That’s how Y/N felt with Harry.

He was everywhere. No matter where she went. No matter how much she tries to distract herself, there was always something that reminded her of him. Of her soulmate. The man who broke her heart without realizing it until he had to face it too. 

 He knew that he broke her heart. He just didn’t know how much regret and guilt was going to come crashing down onto him until it actually happened. Until he saw her broken face. Until he saw her no longer wearing the wedding ring he put on her himself, promising that he would remain faithful to her the rest of their life together. 

It was all gone. All of those promises are broken.

But the heart aching pain and memories, it was still there. 

It’s been two months since Y/N left Harry. Two months since she left him in their house with her wedding ring in her bedside drawer. Two months since she left Harry with no remorse because he deserved to feel the pain. She had to watch her husband come home every night with another woman’s perfume and marks on him like he was someone she could just share. But it felt like a stab right to the heart. So seeing Harry’s broken and crumbled face didn’t make her feel anything but emotionless. Because he deserved it. 

Y/N had left Harry on that same exact night she confronted him. She already had her bags packed because she couldn’t take it anymore; seeing Harry give himself to another woman when he should’ve only belonged to her. She didn’t know what made her stay for so long. Maybe it’s because she loved him far too much. Maybe, just maybe, did she think that Harry would’ve stopped. But he never did so she was never going to stay. 

She had stayed with a friend until she got her own apartment. Harry would constantly call and text her, begging her for forgiveness. For a chance. Because he’s an idiot and he messed up so badly. Because he wasn’t thinking. But Y/N didn’t care at this point. She had given him a chance without him noticing. She just wanted a little bit of his heart. She just wanted to see that maybe he would stop because he promised her that he was all hers. But he went back on that promise and broke it. 

Once the media found out, it was plastered on every news stand. All over websites. It was constantly talked about and mentioned everywhere they went. Paparazzi following the two for questions. Y/N would feel like she couldn’t breath every time someone asked her what happened, who ruined it, why did they ruin it. Some of the answers to those questions are ones that Y/N needs too. 

Why did Harry ruin it? What did she do to deserve it?

She could no longer take it. She didn’t want to be associated to him any longer. So she sent him divorce papers that he had yet to receive. She didn’t care about money or the house. He could have it all. She didn’t want any of it. She just wanted to get away from the man who took her heart from her and crushed it like it was nothing. 

It was around four in the afternoon when Y/N heard a loud pounding on her door. She felt herself jump, slightly spilling the hot tea she was making in the kitchen. Cautiously, she walks towards the door, worried who it might be and why they were knocking like they were about to break her door down. 

When she opened the door slightly, she felt her airways constrict and she could no longer breath because she sees a mess right in front of her. 

Tangled hair, swollen red eyes with hues of dark purple beneath them and a stubbly chin stood Harry. And in his hands tightly held were the divorce papers. 

“Y/N,” His voice cracks, deep and raspy like he was just crying. 

Y/N already felt herself trembling, ready to shut the door but he stops her, putting his feet between the door with his hand pushing against it. 

“You need to go,” She tells him, already falling apart. 

“No, please, just listen to me, please, Y/N,” He cries out, the tears already streaming down his tired face. 

She doesn’t bother holding the door anymore, too tired to argue. Too tired to do anything at this point. 

“What is there to listen to Harry?” Is all she asks. 

“I just–you, you sent these divorce papers,” He mutters, a doleful look etched upon his face. 

A look of disbelief takes over Y/N’s face and she puts her hand on her chin pretending to think, feeling her anger increase already. “Gee Harry, I wonder why–maybe because my fucking husband cheated on me!” She spits harshly and he winces, shame written all over his face.

“I-I know,” he mumbles, “God, Y/N, I know because I can feel it. I know what I did and yeh don’t know how much I regret it, dammit, I don’t know what else to say other than sorry!” The tears dribble down his chin and he sniffles through his nose. 

“If you know, then why are you asking me? You think sorry is gonna fix this?” She mocks, a hostile look on her face. “You broke me! You promised me you were gonna take care of me. You promised me a happy life. You promised me you were all mine. Dammit, Harry,” She cries, “You took my heart right from me and crushed it! Imagine how the fuck I feel right now?! I constantly ask myself what I did wrong but I still don’t have an answer!” Her chest heaves hardly when she finishes speaking, her tears uncontrollable now. 

“I-I d-don’t know what t’ say,” He stutters out. 

He had no excuse for his actions. There was never going to be a good excuse for this. He lost her for good. 

“Just sign the papers and leave me alone!” Y/N says bitterly, ready to shut the door on his face because she could no longer stand in front of him like this. 

A pained expression takes over Harry’s face and he vigorously shakes his head, “No, No, Y/N please, No!” He begs but she brushes it off, slamming the door shut and locking it. Her back is against the door and she slides down until her bum meets the floor. She brings her hand up to her mouth, sobbing in her hands as the tears don’t stop. 

She didn’t think it was possible for her heart to hurt any more than it already did. 

“’m not giving up on us, Y/N, an’ ‘m not signing these divorce papers either! I love you dammit!” Harry speaks through the door, knowing she’s still there. 

Y/N lets out a shaky sigh, “You gave up on us a long time ago, Harry.” Is all she says to him, ignoring his last words. If he really loved her, he wouldn’t have cheated on her.

And with those words being spoken, Harry felt himself fall apart all over again like the night she left him. 

It’s been a week since Harry showed up at Y/N’s doorstep with the divorce papers. He still didn’t sign them. He’d still call and text her even though she hasn’t answered a single one. 

It’s two in the morning and Y/N is trying to get some sleep but it was still hard. It was still hard to fall asleep when she was so use to having Harry’s large, lean body laying beside her. She’d remember all the times he’d cuddle her from behind or sometimes she would cuddle him because he loved being the little spoon even if he was much larger than her. She missed it. She hated the fact that she still missed him. She hated how she still thought about him. She shouldn’t being thinking about him but she still did because she still loved him when he didn’t even deserve her love. 

The sound of her phone vibrating on her nightstand causes her to let out a tired sigh and open her eyes. She leans up on her elbow to grab her phone, squinting at the screen in the dark. She wasn’t surprised to see Harry calling her considering he does it every day. 

She decides to answer the phone so she can tell him to fuck off because she’s trying to get some sleep for once and not think about him. 

“Dammit Harry, can you at least leave me alone at this time–” She was cut off by his giggling, loud music playing in the background. What the hell was he doing at this time? 

“Y/N,” he speaks through the phone, “Miss youuu, loveee,” He drags out.

Y/N rolls her eyes. He was drunk. 

“Harry, I’m gonna hang up.” She says, meaning it. 

He quickly protests, his voice going from happy to sad in a matter of seconds, “No, no, don’t hang up, ‘m alone–oops sorry, mate.” She hears the sound of a glass breaking, her eyes go wide and she felt worried that Harry got hurt. The music dies down, Harry’s heavy breathing the only sound coming through the phone. 

“Harry, what’s going on? Are you okay?”

“I dunno,” He says drunkenly, leaning against the brick wall in the alleyway. 

“You don’t know?” She sighs, “Harry, how much have you had to drink?”

“I dunno,” He answers again, “‘ve lost track after the ninth one.” He says drowsily. 

Y/N sits up on the bed, wide awake and worried that he might drink too much if he goes back in for more. 

“Harry, I need you to go home,” She says calmly even though she felt herself getting upset for even answering in the first place. 

“Wha’? Why? ‘m just ‘avin a drink!” He grumbles, seeing his vision go blurry and he sits down on the cold ground.

“You don’t even know much you’ve drank, Harry!” Y/N stresses. 

“S’not like you’d care,” He mumbles sorrowfully, “’m sure you’d be happy ‘f yeh find out ‘m in the hospital. Won’t even bother yeh anymore. Won’t even call yeh or text yeh anymore an’ ‘m sure you’d be so happy–”

Y/N interrupts him, hating that he’s talking like this. “Harry, of course I still care about you. I don’t wanna wake up to a call from the hospital, notifying me that you’re getting your stomach pumped from drinking so much.”

Harry doesn’t say anything, resting his head between his knees as he brings it up to his chest. 

“Harry,” Y/N calls out, wondering why he wasn’t say anything.

“Hm?” He hums, feeling his body betray him. 

“Harry, where are you?”

“‘m-’m ou’side,” he slurs. 

“Where?” She asks, getting up from the bed in a hurry to put on a jacket and shoes. 

“Dunno,” he mumbles, making her feel frustrated. 

“Dammit Harry! Just stay there and don’t leave okay?” 

“Mhm,” He responds, allowing her to let out a sigh of relief because he was still a little conscious. 

Y/N grabs her keys and runs down stairs to her car, worried sick that someone might take advantage of Harry. Even after all of this, she was still going to worry about him because she still loved him. She didn’t want anyone to take advantage of Harry in such a vulnerable state, half unconscious and drunk outside of a club. She drives to the club closest to his house and parks her car on the side of the road. She runs her hands through her hair, looking around to find her husband’s lanky body. 

She sighs in relief when she’s him sitting on the side of the building, unharmed. She runs to him, shaking him awake. 

“Harry, Harry. Wake up,” She tries and he flutters his eyes, confused. 

“C’mon! I need to get you home,” She pulls him up from the ground, wrapping her arms around his waist while he throws an arm around her shoulder, dragging his feet along the ground.

“O-Our home?” He asks her timidly. Y/N felt her stomach hurt, a lump forming in her throat at his words. 

“Mhm,” Is her only reply but she felt heart hurt in her chest.

Harry giggles drunkenly, “Our homeeee,” he smiles, “missed yeh, pet.” He slurs, leaning against her as she tries to open the door. She helps him sit down in the passenger seat, putting on his seat belt for him. He leans his head back against the headrest, closing eyes to inhale the familiar scent of her car. God, he missed her so damn much. 

He watches her start the car as soon as she gets in, watching for any cars so she could pull out from the spot. 

He wanted to savor this small amount of time with her. He knew that she was going to leave as soon as he gets home and he didn’t want her to leave. He missed her. He missed her scent even though he could smell her everywhere. He missed seeing her beautiful sleeping face every time he woke up in the morning, only to be met with an empty bed side. He missed kissing her. He missed her laugh whenever he’d do something entirely dumb or say a really lame joke she’d laugh at nonetheless. He missed hugging her from behind and making her jump in surprise when she least expected it in the morning. He missed her voice. He missed their conversations about the most random things. He missed her smile that would cause butterflies to erupt in his stomach still every time. He missed her comfort when he’s had a bad day. Now every day felt like a bad day because she wasn’t there. She wasn’t there to soothe him and it was all his fault. He was the one to blame for both of their pain. He was the one who decided to ruin their marriage because he was being selfish and had sex with another woman. He was the one who decided to remove his wedding ring first. He broke his promises to her. It was all his fault. 

Y/N felt tense as she drove, knowing Harry was staring at her and she didn’t dare to look at him. She didn’t want to look into his pale green eyes only to feel weak. He made her feel weak. He made her feel weak because he was the one who took a part of her with him. He was the one who she’s still hopelessly in love with him. She hates that she doesn’t hate him. She wants to hate because he fucking cheated on her but she doesn’t. She loves him so much. She loves him so much and she still cares about him that she came to pick him up drunk from a club, worried sick that he would end up in the hospital. She hated how he still had this affect over her. 

Harry brings his hand up to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear, watching her swallow thickly as she stares ahead at the road. She ignores his actions, knowing it was pointless to say anything because he was drunk. He doesn’t even notice when they reach their house until she stops the car and turns off the ignition. 

He fumbles with the seat belt holder, unclicking it after a few seconds. She opens the door and helps him outside of the car. He wraps an arm around her shoulder again, taking advantage of the fact that she was right here. Right next to him. 

She still has the key to the house so she pulls it out, unlocking the front door. When they walk into the house, Y/N is immediately met with the sight of a messy house. There’s a broken vase on the floor and bottles of different alcohol strewn across the house. She notices a bunch of crumpled up papers scattered upon the floor and coffee table in the living room. There’s a pillow and blanket on the couch and she wonders if he’s been sleeping in the living room.

Her question is answered when he drags her to the couch instead of upstairs. 

“Don’t wanna sleep upstairs,” He mumbles tiredly, rubbing his eyes. 

“Why not?” She asks him even though she probably doesn’t want to know the answer. 

“s’where we’ve made love, talked ‘bout babies an’ everythin’. Didn’t want t’ sleep there ‘cos it hurts,” A look of pain takes over his face as she helps him lay down on the couch. She lets out a shaky sigh, not responding to his words. She walks over to kitchen and grabs him a bottled water from the fridge. She sees the empty fridge and she’s worried that he’s not eating properly. She’s noticed that he’s definitely gotten skinny since she last saw him. 

She walks back to the living room, seeing him laying with his eyes shut and breathing heavily. She puts the water bottle down, not wanting to wake him because he looks like he’s falling asleep after days. It was going to be hard to say goodbye if he’s awake again, knowing he might stop her from leaving. 

Y/N decides to clean up the broken vase, not wanting him to get hurt either when he wakes up. She’s starting to worry how much alcohol he’s consuming everyday because every message she deleted from her phone seemed incoherent from drinking. 

When she finishes cleaning up the vase, she quietly walks to the door but stops when she hears him whimpering her name. 

“Y/N, Y/N,” her eyes go wide as she sees him thrash around a bit on the couch. “Don’t leave, please. ‘ve messed up badly an’ ‘m sorry. ‘m sorry. ‘m sorry.” He keeps repeating and she felt her heart hurt and her throat was constricted but she couldn’t move. She couldn’t do this. She shouldn’t even be here right now. She could’ve called one of Harry’s friends to pick him up tonight but she didn’t because in that moment, she didn’t think, she was just worried about him. 

Seeing how badly Harry was reacting to this was starting to break her heart. At first, she wanted him to feel heart broken just as much as she did. She wanted him to feel the pain just as much as she did. She wanted him to face the consequences; to see what he’s done to him. But seeing Harry get drunk almost every night and almost to the point where he may have to get his stomach pumped, didn’t it any better. It only made her worried. 

Maybe she was going to rethink this divorce. Maybe in the back of her mind somewhere she might give him a chance. He didn’t deserve it. Not when he constantly cheated on her with the same woman. Not when he broke every promise he made to her. He didn’t deserve her love and pity. But Y/N can’t help it when she’s still so irrevocably in love with him. He’s just made her that weak. He just has that much control over her heart and mind. 

She felt herself fall apart when she had to leave him on the couch in that state. He was clinging a pillow to his chest like a child, cheeks covered with tear stains. 

Maybe he did make her weak. Maybe she was going to cancel the divorce. Harry hasn’t even signed the papers so it’s not like it would’ve happened anytime soon. But she’s not going to run back to him either. She thinks that they’re better off separate for now. Until she’s made a final decision because seeing the love of her live tearing himself apart like this was something she couldn’t just brush off. 

She just needs time to heal.

Alrighttttt I’m sorry if this part bored you guys! I’ve been writing this for four hours and I still have a lot to say which is why I’ve decided to split it into 3 parts. Part 3 will be up sometime this week. Thanks for the read homies. By the way, i’ve skimmed through so ignore any typos, i’ll fix them later. xx M

ohhhhhhkayyyyy so here’s the second part of @requiemofkings‘ original espionage-ish au idea that i just… took a stab at. i have no idea where this is going and there’s currently no end in sight, so isn’t that great? 

anyway here’s part 1

and here’s some suspense to keep you waiting on the whole “Neil” situation

79 hours (and a time zone) earlier

Andrew’s hands fit perfectly on the hook of Neil’s hips, his fingers tipped into the indent of skin where the bone gives way to squishy flesh pretending to be as hard as the planes of Neil’s scarred stomach. In the dark room, Andrew has no qualms about dipping his head down to kiss the side of Neil’s neck, lips pressing just under the silver chain holding up his engagement ring. Neil hums and leans back into Andrew, his weight solid and warm – more than welcome.

“Sorry!” Nicky pants, bursting in as if he had used the slamming of his body into the door to slow down his momentum. Allison follows him, but there’s no apology from her, just a cool look cast around the room before she moves to stand beside Renee. Nicky continues apologizing as he walks over to Aaron. “Sorry, we got caught up in some minor details.”

Andrew makes sure that his cousin is unharmed despite how harried he looks, and when he’s sure that the fool isn’t bleeding or bruised anywhere visible, he returns his attention front, eyes cast to where Wymack is standing at the head of the room. Kevin is the man’s shadow, glaring around the room in a dare for another setback.

“Since we’re all here now, if we’re done with the dramatics, I would like to let you all know what our next mission is.” Wymack narrows his gaze at Nicky and Allison, and after another moment, he clicks on the presentation. All of these slide shows make Andrew feel like he’s back in junior high, but Neil seems to like the simplicity of continuing to do things the old fashioned way. They’ll all have dossiers to read later, detailing their own individual parts of the mission, yet for some reason, Wymack still insists on the waste of time that is such a broad overview.

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No Pressure

Steve x reader

Summary: you just needed someone to act as a barrier between you and an unwanted encounter with an ex.

Warnings: someone gets a little grabby, for just a sec.

Word Count: 1472

A/N: I suck at naming things. Also, this is my first time writing something that involves someone being slightly rough with the reader, as in, they grab the reader’s arm. It’s very brief, and the reader retaliates. But you get to see Steve fumbling over his words in front of a lady, so at least there’s that.

Originally posted by sincerelysaraahh

Steve was having one of those days where the fact that he couldn’t get drunk on ordinary alcohol was a real drag. The mission he’d just returned from had been kind of rough; their lead on a HYDRA base was incomplete and they’d essentially walked into a trap.

The good news was that everyone came home. The flip side was that most of them were pretty banged up. Sam ended up with some bruised ribs, Wanda sprained an ankle and had a terrible migraine, a bullet grazed Clint’s calf. Everyone had a generous coating of bruises and scrapes. Even Steve left with a sore wrist and a limp, though he was lucky; he’d be fine by morning.

There was an aggravating mix of opposing thoughts floating through his head. He didn’t want to hover around his injured teammates like a mother hen, even though he cared for their well-being more than his own. He also didn’t want them to blame him for the mission’s problems, so he figured he’d get out of the tower. But even that came with the feeling that he was running from the reality of how the day unfolded.

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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.


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.


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.


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

anonymous asked:

Requests are open, yay! Can i request RFA + Saeran getting into a domestic fight with MC? Like not anything serious, just small things like making the bed or putting groceries away wrong. Hope that's fluffy enough:) Love you guys <3

Thanks for requesting this! Hope you like it~


  • You discovered he was one of those people within the first few weeks of living together
  • You went to the bathroom and when you went to reach for toilet paper, you found an empty roll
  • Seriously…there was a whole pack under the sink
  • He could’ve just put a new roll in
  • After a few squabbles with him about it, he eventually concedes
  • But then he does something worse
  • He puts the toilet paper so it pulls under instead of over
  • Every time you go into the bathroom, he’ll hear your voice from down the hall
  • “Zen, not again!”
  • He gets used to it


  • You found out that he had this annoying little habit when you went for cereal one morning
  • You pull out the box…only to find literally a spoon left
  • After finding both the milk and orange juice in the same condition, you tell him just to finish it off…it’s only a few bites/sips
  • He does…but then he keeps putting the empty cartons or boxes back in their place
  • It gets to the point where you throw the empty boxes at him
  • He gets super defensive about it for some odd reason, so you get petty
  • You’ll leave only one sock in his drawer when you do the laundry
  • Or you’ll only make three-fourths of the bed in the morning
  • Eventually, it’s just you two being petty back and forth for awhile


  • You liked coffee
  • She liked coffee
  • You would think mornings would be fine
  • But she liked strong coffee and you liked sweet coffee
  • So there was always an intense discourse in the morning about which coffee beans were better
  • Eventually, you just settled for buying two different coffees at the store
  • But inevitably, one of you would make a critical comment about the coffee choice
  • Cue discourse again
  • Really, you two were laughing through the whole argument so it was fine


  • He was always cold
  • Normally, it was fine at night though because of body heat
  • Except when his feet would touch your warm legs
  • You would not so subtly kick him for that
  • It’s worse when your shirt rides up and he puts his hand on your waist and it’s like ice
  • You would’ve forgiven him for it if he didn’t laugh and then try to pass like he was asleep when it happened
  • He also had a bad habit of turning off the cold air when he left for work in the morning
  • Again, it would’ve been fine if he didn’t leave for work a whole hour before you got up
  • And if you didn’t end up drenched in sweat every morning
  • He’s very unapologetic about everything so it’s always one of those domestic squabbles 


  • It happens almost every outing where he has to come pick you up
  • You’ll talk to him earlier in the day, and then spend your time getting ready
  • It’ll be awhile since you heard from him, so you video call him to check if he left yet
  • He picks up and you see his bed head and bleary face
  • You start scolding him for not leaving yet
  • So, He tries to hide his face and claim he’s in the car
  • “Seven….I can hear your sleepy voice.”
  • “Oh….Do you like it? Hehe.”
  • He’s lucky you can’t throw anything at him
  • After a few of these incidents, you start video calling him while you’re doing your make up or something to make sure he stays awake
  • Even then, you start hearing vague grunts and sometimes snoring


  • He hates taking his socks in front of people
  • But he also gets really hot when he falls asleep
  • Unfortunately, he also ends up falling asleep on the couch a lot
  • Unconsciously, he’ll slip his socks off in the middle of his nap and they get tucked into the cushions
  • He never realized it until one day…
  • You relaxed on the couch and then turned around to get a face full of sock
  • The first time, you let it go…but after the tenth time you were getting really annoyed
  • He denied that they were his socks
  • But it’s only you two in the house, so you just throw the sock at his face, “I don’t wear sushi cat socks that I bought you!”
  • He can’t argue with you, so he just, “Stop criticizing me.”


  • This guy isn’t too problematic domestically 
  • Except one thing
  • He never locks the door when he uses the bathroom
  • And if someone knocks on the door, he doesn’t say anything
  • So this has led to many incidents where you walk in on him on the toilet
  • “Jihyun, you need to lock the door!”
  • “It’s fine…besides, we said no secrets or hiding anymore, right?”
  • “That’s not what I meant!”

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Title: What The Hell?

Tony Stark and his daughter seeing an alternative version of Peter on TV and confront him, which leads to a whole lot of confusion.

Words: ~ 1800

A/N: This is not exactly how I wanted it to be. I combined it with another idea (Tony setting up his daughter with Peter) and things got a bit confusing… but I hope you like it anyway! :) [It’s not edited yet. I’m too lazy at the moment. So it’s filled with mistakes…]


My dad and I were having one of our very rare evenings in the movie room of the Stark Tower together that I appreciated more than anything.
Of course, I understood that with him being Iron Man he had a lot of duties and not much time for his daughter.

I snuggled deeper into my soft blanket when I rested my head on my father’s shoulder, both of us enjoying an evening without stress.
“You wanna watch a movie?”, he wanted to know and I only shrugged. “Let’s zap through the channels first.”

A few taps in the air and the channels changed. We sat in silence until something caught my attention, “Wait, what’s that?”

“Lip sync battle? Sounds interesting.”, I chuckled and my dad only nodded in agreement.
It didn’t took me very long to notice something very, VERY strange. And I wasn’t the only one noticing it, that was for sure.

The boy on TV who was wearing a black wig and a rather inappropriate outfit looked like Peter. And I mean EXACTLY like Peter. I just couldn’t take my eyes off of our TV. Peter was by far the most handsome and cutest boy I’d ever seen and this was very entertaining.
“That’s Peter.”, I stated, my eyebrows narrowing in confusion.

“What goes on in this boys head?”, my dad questioned in disbelief. With a shrug I grabbed my phone and started filming this weird occurrence.

Neither of us said a word as we watched Peter swinging his umbrella and grinding against it. The whole time dancing in the middle of other dancers while water was raining down on him.
Jesus, he looks so hot, I only thought before I subconsciously pressed my knuckles on my lips.

“What?”, my dad asked in shock. Of course I had to say that out loud…
I quickly stopped the video and chuckled nervously when I turned my head to look at my father.
“Uh, I m-mean… well, he’s this cute, innocent boy… usually. And now…”, I stuttered, my face heating up, “I just thought that… you know. It’s different. Good different. Not that I… I mean that’s-”

“So I was right? You actually are smitten with that spider kid.”, he smirked at me before wiggling his eyebrows, making me want to vanish into thin air.
“NO, I’m not. Okay?!”, I insisted, even though it was more than a huge lie. But my father didn’t need to know that I was head over heels for Peter.
“Don’t worry, honey. I won’t tell him.”, he laughed and brushed over my back.
“Thanks.”, I mumbled defeatedly, slowly admitting that I couldn’t hide it from him anymore. Or at least there wasn’t a point in arguing with him.

Not wanting this awkward silence to last, I grabbed my phone to send the video to Peter but not before cutting out the end.
Peter didn’t need to know about my thoughts.

Nice wig, Spidey. I didn’t know you could dance like that. , I texted Peter and threw my phone on the pillow laying next to me before my dad took the remote.“Let’s watch something else. That was terrifying…”

After a couple of minutes the door opened and Happy stood in the door frame.
“Tony, the boy arrived. He’ll be here in a minute.”

“Ah, perfect. Thanks, Happy.”, my dad replied and I looked at him, tilting my head to express my confusion. “Did I miss something?”, I wanted to know but I didn’t get an answer. Only a secret smile.

Not many moments later Peter stood in the door frame, wearing one of his cute nerdy shirts and holding his phone with a bewildered look on his face.

“Hi Peter! What are you doing here?”, I asked nervously, my voice jumping an octave.
“Hey, um… I am… No, it’s… Mr. Stark said there’s another mission?”, he stuttered while he approached us.

“Surprise!”, my dad chuckled when I looked at him in disbelief.
“But dad, it’s movie night!”, I complained, “You promised that-”
“I know, honey.”, he started, placing his hand on my arm. But before he could continue I raised my voice, “Dad, this sucks! You never-”

“Hey, hey, hey, calm down. Okay?”, he soothed me, his grib getting tighter while I gave him my famous death glare before speaking up again, “I hate it when you do that. First you-”

“I wanted him to join us.”, my dad interrupted me again, this time it was actually working. I shut up.
“Why?”, I wanted to know, realising that Peter still stood there, awkwardly watching us. “It’s my secret mission.”, my dad smirked, causing me to roll my eyes.

Peter slowly opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something but said nothing. “Come here, kid.”, my dad tugged at his wrist, pulling him towards us and practically forcing him to sit right next to me.
My heart stopped beating when my head realised how close our bodies were, not to mention his face being only a foot away from mine.

He seemed to notice this, too. He only stared at me for a few brief moments, which made me blush incredibly, before he remembered what he wanted to say. “You sent me a video a couple of minutes ago.”
“Yeah, I did. Did you see it yet?”, I chuckled, trying to loosen the tension. Peter shook his head, pulling out his phone to watch it.

My dad scooted over and so did I even though I had already been sitting pretty close. I just wanted to be even closer.

Peter let out a quiet sigh before pressing play. Peter’s face went blank almost instantly. “That guy looks like me!”, he squeaked, pure shock on his face.

“What? I thought that was you…”, my dad replied but Peter violently shook his head.
“But look, that’s Michelle.”, I claimed and pointed at the girl in the background.

“That’s not me. That’s for sure!”, Peter mumbled, “I would wear a costume like that.”
“What a shame… Y/N said you look hot in it.”, my dad blurted out and I looked at him with wide eyes, “even if this isn’t you. But he looks exactly like you, doesn’t he?”

Peter’s head slowly turned to me, a confused smile on his lips, but didn’t say anything.
Is he… happy about me thinking that he’s hot?, I thought while I sent my father a warning look and mouthed ‘What the hell?’ after Peter’s eyes went to the floor.

“Maybe it’s still on.”, I wondered and took the remote to switch back to the channel we had been watching.
Fortunately, the show was still on showing this exact copies of Peter and Michelle.
The presenter had just confirmed that “Tom Holland”, who seemed to be Peter’s lost twin, won the Lip Sync Battle, causing the audience to cheer in agreement.

What happened next made us stare at the TV in shock.

A girl looking like me walked up on stage and ran in Peter’s -No, what was his name again…? Tom’s arms and kissed him hard on his lips.
“What the hell?”, were the only words that left my words even though I was packed by seeing me and Peter kiss, more or less… I looked to the left, watching Peter’s and my dad’s faces.
While Peter’s face was as red as his Spiderman suit, my dad had a huge smile planted all over his face.

My double continued to kiss Peter’s clone, who excitedly kissed back, and the presenter appeared on the screen again. “Aren’t they the cutest celebrity couple ever?”, he asked and the audience cheered loudly, making the presenter laugh. Then, the screen showed a close up of our doubles pulling back from their kiss and looking into the camera, which was the perfect moment to pause the show.

“That’s us! But it’s not us… it’s not making any sense and it’s confusing.”, Peter pointed out and looked at me, catching me staring at him.
But I couldn’t help but stare at his lips after seeing ourself kiss. What would it feel like to kiss him? Are this lips as soft as they look? And how would he taste like?, I wondered before my dad interrupted my thoughts.
“I think I know what’s going on.”, he claimed.

“Yeah, what is it?”, Peter and me asked at the same time.
“Parallel Universe.”, my dad said proudly but we only looked at him blankly.

“Maybe something went wrong and this tv show aired in our universe. This is why they look exactly like you. They are you! But they’re the alternative version of you.”, he explained and we nodded, finally understanding what he meant.

“They have the same looks, same interests, same love life… Oh, and that explains why you find Peter so hot!”, my dad rambled excitedly, “Because he’s your boyfriend in the other universe.”
“What the hell, dad?!”, I said frantically, “You promised you wouldn’t tell him.”

I saw Peter looking at me with a smile from the corner of my eye but I couldn’t look at him because I was so embarrassed of this whole situation.
“No, I promised I wouldn’t tell him that you’re in love with him.”, he blurted out and I looked at him in shock, blood rushing to my face while I felt Peter tensing up.

I won’t be able to look in Peter’s eyes ever again…

“You got a problem with that, Peter?”, my dad asked him and Peter took in a sharp breath before speaking up, “N-No, not… at a-all, Mr. Stark.”
He looked at me briefly, “Actually, I uhm… I’ve been…”, he looked to the ground and then back to my dad, who smirked widely.

“Perfect.”, he clapped his hands, “Initialising last part of the mission.”
Suddenly, he pushed Peter into me, his lips crashing into the corner of my mouth making my heart skipping a beat.
Peter nervously adjusted himself and looked in my eyes, waiting for me to push him away but closed his eyes when I didn’t do anything.
I had mirrored his actions when he leaned forward, causing his lips to touch mine carefully before he pressed himself into me. I felt my heart jumping to my throat when his lips started to move and my brain processed what was happening. My hands found the way to his neck, pulling his face closer and my fingertips started to wander over the back of his head, making Peter sigh.

“Mission completed.”, I heard my dad say and I jumped slightly when I realised that he was still sitting right next to us.

Waiting For A Girl Like You - Steve Harrington x Reader

[A/N: An ongoing saga of my enemies to friends to lovers series, this is Part Three and Part One and Two can be found here and here.

From here on out I believe I will be titling these short fics with titles of 80′s love songs, we start off with Foreigner’s ‘Waiting For A Girl Like You’.]

Originally posted by harleyquizel

The soft melodies of Hawkins 0.97 station filled the empty air of your room, a quiet rock ballad was interrupted by the heavy banging of a hand on your windowpane. Your head whipped around from your desk and towards the offending noise, you groaned at the sight at your window.

‘Harrington, what hell?!’ You questioned in a hushed whisper. 

You scurried to the window as he attempted to knock again, in one quick motion you opened your window and Steve fell through onto your carpet. Softly he groaned and held his hand to his face.

‘You gonna tell me what happened?’ You asked impatiently, standing over his curled up body.

‘Hargrove.’ He moaned. 

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