i was looking through my drafts and saw this and why not post it

This is cliche and short but I actually finished it so

“Dex." 

"What." 

"I need another word for ‘cleansed’." 

"Do I look like a Thesaurus to you, Nurse?" 

"Chill, dude." 

”… Purified.“ 

Nursey looked up before he could stop himself, shock on his features for barely half a second before switching to… Pleased? Content. No, chuffed. (God, Nursey wanted to use that word in a poem one day. Chuffed.) 

"Thanks." 

Dex, however, didn’t look up. The keys on his thick black laptop clicked almost continuously, and Nursey did not debate internally on whether he was writing an essay or lines of code, because he had poetry assignments to finish for tomorrow. While not procrastinating, he shifted his mind to the whirring machine- it was really fucking old, but the thing was, Dex was the kind of person to repair his own electronics instead of upgrading them. (Like, with pliers and everything. He’s seen it happen.) The thing was in really good shape. Similar to the way that Hugh Jackman was by no means a spry twenty year old, yet looked like it would take nothing short of a battering ram to knock him over. A nice, solid, dependable- 

"What the hell are you muttering about now?” Dex muttered, the hypocrite.

“Aw, nothing.” (Hugh Jackman) “The next line.” (Hugh Jackman as a laptop)

“What’ve you got?" 

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REQUESTED - Yes

Request: hellllloooo, i love your writing and i have a request. can you make something with reader X steve with this chat: “x1: wait, how do you know that steve is great in bed?” “x2: we share a wall, so either he’s amazing in bed or y/n just likes to agree with him a lot.” “x2: loudly, and a lot.” - Anon

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Reader

Word Count: 1,160

Warning: Fluff(?), SMUT! (First one, be nice), Cursing, Unprotected sex (If you really love her, wear a cover)

(A/N): Okay, this is my first ever posted Smut on Tumblr, so, BE NICE, PLEASE. 

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Originally posted by yalica


You had been out for two weeks on a mission and Steve missed your hands tugging his hair, he missed your scent, he missed cuddling you, he missed your soft moans and kisses.

He missed you.

“Why are you so grumpy, old man?” Sam teased, looking at you behind Steve. He didn’t noticed you following him to the kitchen; your boyfriend shrugged his shoulders, bowing on the kitchen’s counter and resting his chin on his hand.

“I miss my girl; it’s hard to sleep without her.” Smiling sweetly, you shooed Sam away with your hand, glaring at him when he rolled his eyes and backed away.

“Good evening, Captain.” You purred into his neck, hugging his back and sliding your hands to his abdomen. Steve jumped in surprise and turned to you, eyes shining in joy as he lifted you from the ground – making you wrap his hips with your legs.

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crossing the line || preview

pairing: taehyung x reader
genre: teacher!au, smut
word count: 906

You took a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself for whatever it was you were getting yourself into as you entered the school theatre. You saw the class performing on stage before you noticed your drama teacher, Mr. Kim sitting in the middle row of chairs, casually minding his own business and taking notes.

You took your bottom lip between your teeth, quietly walking towards him and blocking the light coming from the stage as you stood in front of him. He stopped writing in his notepad, glancing up at you before he spoke, “Miss Y/L/N?” he asked, his eyebrows furrowing. 

You offered him a small nod of your head, “Can I sit down?” you quipped, using your best ‘sweet’ voice, “I need to talk to you.”

He swallowed a little, his mouth falling open as he devoured his eyes upon the exposed skin of your legs, your thigh-highs and your see-through dress shirt. He lightly bit his lip as he saw your red, lacy bra through your shirt, cupping your breasts just right and pushing them up in a way that made his mouth water.

You smirked as you squeezed by, seeing his cheeks flush a little and his eyes finally stop undressing you. You locked eyes with him as he scooted up in his seat, leaving you some room to pass him so that you could sit in the chair right next to his.

Just as you sat down, he cleared his throat, glancing back down at his notepad and what he was writing, “There’s really nothing to talk about,” he began, nibbling on his bottom lip as he continued writing. “I already dropped you from the class.”

You saw it coming, knowing the rules and knowing that more than five absences would lead to classes automatically being dropped – and you have been gone for over a week, almost two. 

“Mr. Kim, please,” you almost begged, your voice trailing off in a whine, “I will have to take contemporary dance if I get dropped from this class.”

He merely shook his head, still not even glancing up at you. “You should’ve thought about that before,” he muttered. “I’m sorry, Miss Y/L/N, you know the rules.”

You huffed before your eyes lit up with mischief as you thought, here we go… Your plan wasn’t working and you had to speed things up. Fast. 

Without a second thought, you slowly slid your hand over to his thigh, making him stop writing immediately but he still didn’t look at you.

“I’ll do anything,” you spoke slowly as you began smoothing your hand even further up as you slightly leaned in, “If you let me back in.”

You felt the rush, knowing you had his attention at this point and knowing you had him right where you wanted him. Normally, you would’ve never even attempted to do something like this, but you frankly didn’t care. You didn’t have anything to lose and currently, you wanted to be Mr. Kim’s… well, anything. 

You didn’t really get a reaction from him until you palmed his half-hard cock, lightly stroking him through his pants, making him jolt instantly and push your hand away as he finally glanced up at you. “I – I have no idea what you’re trying to do young lady, but I think you’d better stop.” He stuttered, tightening his jaw as he tried his best to keep that strict demeanour.  

“Why? What’s the matter, Mr. Kim?” you questioned, a smirk etched on your face as he turned to face you. “Are you nervous?”

He breathed in deeply. “Listen, I am your teacher and–” he began, swallowing a little but you didn’t even let him finish as you cut in.

“So does that mean I’m back in the class?” you interjected playfully.

“No,” he instantly replied as he ran his hand along the side of his jaw.

You snorted, leaning back in your seat as you rolled your eyes, “Come on, I will do things for you that no other student has ever done before,” you whispered seductively as you bit your lip, pressing yourself against him so he could feel every line of you. “You want me to give you a little sneak peak?” you purred, your voice strangely sexy and endearing as you ran your soft hands up your own inner thighs slowly.

His eyes momentarily fluttered closed, his breath hitching in his throat before he finally let out another long breath and when he opened up his eyes, he was greeted by the sight of your short plaid skirt pulled all the way up and your small fingers pressing into your lacy thong.

His brown eyes widened as he breathed out a moan before briefly glancing up at the stage to make sure none of the students had caught on to the inappropriate scene unfolding in the middle row. “You are insane,” he muttered, his voice lowering into a growl as he stared hungrily down at you, licking his lips. He forced himself to look away from you as you kept pressing your fingers into your core, “Stop it. Are you trying to get me fired?” he muttered harshly, his voice barely there.

“You don’t really want me to stop, do you, sir?” you quipped, smirking as you flicked your panties to the side and offered him a little moan. Every nerve in your body were lit and buzzing with the desire coursing through you and merely being in this situation was beyond stimulating.  


a/n; ok so this is a super rough drabble but it has been sitting in my drafts for a long ass time 😩 pls look at it and let me know what u think! i might post a few parts or make a series out of this idk????

Here is actually the BIGGEST Easter Egg in The Last Jedi Trailer that no one is talking about. Those aren’t stars, those are KYBER CRYSTALS (crystals = The Whills = Rey)

The very first shot of the trailer. It seems to be depicting a night sky.

However.

I believe this to be a red herring, and that it is actually to do something much more important.

I don’t think that’s a shot of stars. I think that’s a shot showing stones.

More specifically, kyber crystals.

Why is this significant and why do I think that this is actually what they are alluding to? 

Here is the breakdown:

Rogue one (Jedha, Guardians of the Whills, Kyber Crystals) + Skywalker lightsaber + Force Vision = Ancient Order of the Whills = Rey

Originally posted by jesuschristnation

It’s okay to be confused.

This is a theory I have had for a while, and when I saw that first shot, I started to grin like crazy, because it slotted into meta so well that I became convinced that what I predict will happen, will actually happen.

I recommend to read my post for the full theory and then look back at the beginning of the TLJ trailer:

http://sakurau121.tumblr.com/post/154779656150/how-does-rogue-one-effect-the-future-of-star-wars

If not, I will try to make this theory explanation as short and clear as possible, but bear with me!

1. Rogue One = Introduction to The Whills, Kyber Crystals, Temples

It’s no coincidence that Rogue One introduced us to the idea of the Guardian of the Whills, Jedha and Kyber Crystals. Jedha is home to the ‘Kyber Temple’ a.k.a. Temple of the Whills, which actually tells you a lot, because it means that the Whills and Kyber Crystals are closely linked together.

The whole exploration of the force in RO has absolutely nothing to do with the Jedi but is actually tied to the Whills.


In other words, the Whills as an Order is older than the Jedi. Luke, I think, was searching for the first Jedi Temple.

But what he found on Achto wasn’t a Jedi Temple. What he found was the original Temple of the Whills. 

Why can I make this assumption?

The beginning of the trailer proves this, because, like Jedha, Achto has kyber crystals hidden underneath it’s rocky surface. Again, this is associated to the Whills, not the Jedi. RO explicitly points this out and it is completely deliberate.

Hence:

There is a rumor going around that one of these books is ‘The Journal of the Whills’ and that is what Luke was searching for. I think this is actually probable.

2. Rey + Skywalker lightsaber a.k.a. Kyber Crystal Within

I  believe that the lightsaber itself is actually irrelevant. It doesn’t matter who made the lightsaber or even who used it. It is the crystal inside which is the crucial point. The crystal, which has Force energy within it, called to Rey, and the way that she reacted to it when she touched the lightsaber, is unique to her and her alone.

Nobody else, not even Anakin, Luke or Obi Wan, has had a reaction like Rey has to the lightsaber. And in fact, it’s to do with her connection to the kyber crystal, not the lightsaber.

3. Rey + Force Vision

The vision that Rey experiences involves her hearing the voice of Obi Wan Kenobi, and unlike the other voices, what he says is new and most importantly, present. This is not a voice of the past, but a voice speaking directly to Rey.

“The ability to defy oblivion can be achieved, but only for oneself. It was accomplished by a Shaman of the Whills. It is a state acquired through compassion, not greed.“


So Qui Gon Jinn informs Yoda. He explains that he learned how to become a ‘Force Ghost’, a state of eternal consciousness, from a Shaman of the Whills.

The Whills were beings who had a close connection to the Force, and it is these beings who I think might possibly be the first known Force Sensitives in the galaxy.

I think Rey’s connection to the crystal [her force vision] equals to a connection to those who are in a state of eternal consciousness, because Kyber Crystals are connected to the Whills. ‘Whills’ in the earliest draft of the original SW film, according to George Lucas, was another word for the Force.

Kyber Crystal = eternal consciousness = Whills

So…. what does this prove?

It proves that Rey herself is actually a descendant or part of the Ancient Order of the Whills.

She is clearly a Force-sensitive, but perhaps her origins are neither from the light side or dark side, but from something infinitely more ancient….. It would explain a lot about that Force Vision, for if she was a ‘Whill’, then it would explain why the kyber crystal inside Anakin’s lightsaber called out to her, in a way that it hasn’t for any other Force Sensitive in the current films.

Perhaps she has the power to unlock other Force abilities from the crystals, and this is what Luke and herself are discovering, according to the rumours about some scenes in Episode VIII.

So?

Now, let’s look at the beginning of TLJ trailer.

We start with what we think are stars. Then the music changes as the shot transforms… from what we think are meaningless stars to…..

diamond-like stones, glinting off the screen….. surrounded by rock. They become more material and solid. I think this is deliberate.

then Rey’s hand connects to the glittering stones and we pan up to her shocked face.

This, is a visual description of her Force Back Vision in TFA.

The Kyber Crystal’s underneath the Achto Temple a.k.a. the Whills Temple, Rey connecting to it, as she did with the Skywalker crystal, and her shocked face, similar to her expression after experiencing the Force Back Vision due to her connection to the kyber crystal.

It’s clever, and if my theory is right, pretty meta.

in other words….

The Temple + Kyber Crystal + Force Back = The Whills = Rey

So hey? What do guys think? Is a load of rubbish or do you think this is a possibility? Let me know! :D

oh, and as for Kylo Ren?

im sure he ain’t happy with his cracked kyber crystal. What if he is after kyber crystals and not Luke Skywalker? He and Luke possibly found something out about the Whills and kyber crystals….

therefore he wants to get Rey because he saw her connection to the Skywalker crystal and wants to get knowledge over how to wield the kyber crystals true powers, such as force back visions? so far jedi have only managed to make lightsabers out of them, whereas Rey, a Whill?, is experiencing visions….

I just wanted to add this extra piece of information I got from Rian Johnson’s recent interview with Empire magazine. I smiled guys. :P

If Luke had found the first Jedi temple amid the rocks and heather of Ahch-To, what could that mean? What lay within? More importantly, why did he need it?

NEED I SAY MORE?????!!!!!!!!

In Defense of Rhaegar Targaryen (Revisted)

At the risk of being public crucified online again. I am going to revise and revist some of my points from my earlier argument. I posted a rough draft of a meta yesterday morning on my way to work without realizing that it would cause this much controversy. It was brought to my attention that the post came off as Misogynistic and racist. This was not at all my intention. 

Originally posted by eu-sunt

My intention was to rebuttal the people in the Rhaegar Targaryen tag who were dragging him for something that, yes he had a hand in causing but was not at all  his plan to cause. He was being dragged for (In my opinion) falling love with someone else. Like really dragged. Like through the bushes, across Yankee stadium and down Times Square only to be hung in Central Park kind of dragged. I wanted to defend him. I could see where he was coming from but didn’t get my point across well. So we are going to give it a second try, now that I’ve been given some constructive criticism (Thank- You @sprinkles36)

Originally posted by gifsme

First and foremost lets look at what we know about Rhaegar Targaryen. He is portrayed as accomplished, intelligent, talented, and attractive young man who was well respected and commanded loyalty of most everyone who knew him. However  a dark cloud of melancholy and doom clearly hung over him all the days of his life. He seemed wounded according to Cersei and Grief stricken according to Jaime. Yet, he was also described as “Able. That above all, determined, deliberate, dutiful and singleminded.’ These are  the most important of his traits to me. Lets define them

Able: Having considerable skill, proficiency or intelligence

Determined: Processing or displaying resolve 

Deliberate: Done consciously or intentionally 

Dutiful: conscientiously or obediently fulfilling one’s duty. Also, motivated by duty rather than desire of enthusiasm 

Singleminded: Having or concentrating on only one aim or purpose. 

So Rhaegar was skilled, resolute, conscious of his decisions, faithful to the vows he made, and committed. So what made this Paragon of Princeliness act so impulsively and risk everything (The future of his house, his Throne, his children, his country) by annulling his marriage to Elia and marrying Lyanna? 

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

This is the question i was left with at the end of the episode. The only answer I could come up with was this, it’s a two part answer, a 30/70 split if you will. 30% Prophecy and 70% He fell in love with Lyanna Stark. 

Prophecy

 It is well documented that Rhaegar firmly believed in the prophecy of the Prince that was Promised/Azor Ahai. It’s the reason he became a great warrior, the main point of his conversations with Maester Aemon Targayen, it was a big part of his life. Understandably so, considering the circumstances of his birth. Born during the great fire at Summerhall, The tragedy and darkness seemed to cling to Rhaegar his whole life a chip on his shoulders. Perhaps part of him always believed that the world was headed toward doom and destruction and this colored his view of wanting to save the future and the belief that he was The Prince that was Promised. Realizing that being the Prince was not his destiny he placed the burden of its fulfillment on his children. 

Rhaegar: The Dragon has three heads, there must be one more. 

While at the same time dealing with a father whose mental health and acuity is ever decreasing. 

Sidenote: Nowhere is it mentioned that the third head had had to be a female by the prophecy or by Rhaegar. Nor is it mentioned that her name was to be Visenya, If he were trying to replicate Aegon the Conqueror and his sisters, he would have named his Eldest daughter Visenya. As Visenya Targaryen was older then Aegon the Conqueror and their sister Rhaenys. 

Son of The Mad King

Originally posted by jaimelannistre

Aerys was at this point in time the greatest threat to the continuation of the Targayen’s rule of Westeros. Falling deeper into insanity and growing more and more paranoid with each passing day. His continued rule of Westeros would have seen rebellion against Targaryen rule one way or the other. 

Barrister Selmy: At First Rhaegar didn’t want to believe that his father was incapable to rule, but in the end even he saw that this was true. 

So now Rhaegar is given the heavy burden of what to do with his father, who if left to continue as King would bring the Red Keep crashing down around them all. How to act against a paranoid man who already believes you are plotting against him? How to depose your father who you still love without him going completely off his rocker? Gather the great Lords of Westeros to format a plan.

This leads him to the the Tourney at Harrenhaal and the events that follow (The Knight of the Laughing Tree, Joust with Barristan Selmy, Queen of Love and Beauty) lead him to Lyanna.

Thus comes the conundrum of the  series . Why annul your marriage? Effectively abandon you kingdom and people when they need you the most? Piss off the only ally you have (Dorne) and put your family and future at risk? 

Well first off let’s look at the other two parts of the equation: 

Rhaegar’s Women 

Originally posted by darylvdixon

Elia Martell is portrayed as beautiful but sickly woman and due to that is often portrayed as the sad abandoned damsel. But being sickly and being compliant are two very different things. My point is that her being viewed as sickly often affects the way her personality is viewed, she is viewed as naive docile and ultimately victimized. I know, I know Rhaegar passed her over, threw her aside, she was left to fend for herself against Aerys and everyone views it as a major slight against her, against Dorne. So where is her outrage? Surely if she felt put aside or disrespected she would say so perhaps not at court but to her brothers. Who would no doubt welcome her back to Dorne with open arms and even stew in her anger with her. Yet she stayed, and not only did she stay but she gave Rhaegar another child. Curious. Perhaps she stayed for her children? Perhaps she stayed because she truly loved Rhaegar? who knows, its always been one of things that has always irked me about Elia’s character. Why stay? But nonetheless she did stay and that he survived as long as she did is a testament to her cunning, diplomacy, and strength as a woman. But would we expect less from a Martell of Dorne. A country known to produce fierce independent women. 

As @sprinkles36 described it Elia is a brown woman who managed to survive in a court far from home. Where Misogyny and Racism were rampant with a mad king who was paranoid and suspicious

It is clear that Elia is not the naive, hapless girl most of the world thought she was. Oberyn describes her perfectly from the quote below: 

Oberyn: In Dorne, she walked among vipers and none would bite her. 

All this being said it is widely known throughout the fandom  and books and show that Elia and Rhaegar’s marriage although happy enough was arranged. Neither of them choose to marry the other, it was chosen for them and for a while they seemed to make the best of it. Their marriage was shown as better than the one between Rhaegar’s parents, but Rhaegar was not depicted as being in love with Elia. He was fond of her. He cared for her as a human being and the mother of his child(ren). Not much else is said on the matter really nothing from Elia’s perspective. Rhaegar is depicted to be a good father, loving and caring. When Rhaenys was killed she was found hiding under her father’s bed. She clearly found comfort in some way being close to him in a time of fear. So what we have is Rhaegar and Elia fulfilling their duty in their marriage while not being in love. Not once is it mentioned that Rhaegar cheated, beated, or mistreated her in their marriage prior to the Tourney.  Even Ned is quoted as thinking that Rhaegar never visited brothels. So what changed? What was it about Lyanna Stark that was different? 

Originally posted by halla-even

Lyanna Stark the She-wolf of Winterfell is described as willful and beautiful, with a strong sense of honor and kindness, courageous and fierce to boot. A girl who took up arms against a group of squires who were bullying one of her father’s men.Then took on the Knights of those squires and handed them their asses demanding the Knights teach their squire some respect. It’s easy to believe he would be attracted to and admire her. Lyanna who was not enchanted with the idea of marrying Robert Baratheon, Who cried when Rhaegar sang his song with implies some feeling for him. Rhaegar who very likely kept her from being exposed as the Knight of the Laughing tree and very possibly killed by Aerys, but who was in such admiration of her fierceness and kindness crowned her Queen of Love and Beauty in his own secret acknowledgement of her courage and skill as a warrior. The spark had been lit but still he remained faithful and dutiful to his position and his wife.  Why would he stay with Elia after meeting Lyanna if he’s a selfish fuckboyjust looking for a good role in the Hay? 

Sidenote: Lyanna was 14 at the time of these events. Rhaegar was in his early to mid twenties. The age difference was not a deterrent and would not have mattered even if they hadn’t eloped. This is a pseudo medieval society, you cannot apply modern ways of thinking or values to their customs and practices because they will always come up wanting. In Medieval times the marriage age of women was twelve years old. At that time period a 14 year old girl and a man in his early/mid twenties being married was the norm , consummating the marriage around the age of 14/15 was custom as well. In Westeros I believe the age of adulthood is 16 and a girl can be married off once she has flowered so 12/13 maybe. Also keep in mind Lyanna was betrothed to Robert, you honestly think he was going to wait a couple of years for her to fully develop and understand her own mind once they were married before he would have her? I don’t think so. 

Fuckboy or Fool in Love?: 

I guess that depends how you define the Fuckboy term. Dictionary defines it as a male who is constantly seeking Romance and/or sexual congress with women. This is most definitely not Rhaegar, Until Lyanna not once is it mentioned that Rhaegar cheated on Elia or was anything but a loyal and faithful husband. Even Ned who had every right to  think badly of him didn’t believe he frequented brothels. You know who was a fuckboy: Robert “Hoe life till I die” Baratheon, but that’s off topic. It was a year between the Tourney and the disappearance of Rhaeghar and Lyanna together to Dorne. Why wait so long if it was simply about prophecy or lust? Why wait if Rhaeghar is simply selfish and uncaring about consequences of his actions? The only reason to wait is because he cared about Elia and his children, how it would affect them. It must have been agonizing for someone who was always viewed as dutiful and honorable to come to the decision to annul his marriage. To discard his wife and supposedly make his children illegitimate. I’m not too sure on this assumption because the stance of children from an annulled marriage is that the annulled marriage has no bearing on the legitimacy of the children born while the marriage was still valid, but that’s the real world, I don’t know if it’s the same in Westeros. Is that a shitty thing to do to a person? Yeah, it is. Does that somehow take everything we know that is good and honorable about Rhaegar and make it invalid? No. We don’t know what his intentions were at this time besides the bare boned facts. 

We know Nothing

Originally posted by last-angels-death

Much like Jon we the viewers, readers, etc. know next to nothing when it comes to what was suppose to happen in Rhaegar’s mind after he left Elia and married Lyanna and in some ways neither did Rhaegar. Had he known Brandon Stark would have reacted like the hothead rash idiot he was, demanding Lyanna’s return and effectively threatening Rhaegar to the Mad King’s face.If he’d known the  depth with Aerys insanity had fallen to the point that he would even dare consider killingl The Warden of the North and his heir, while also demanding Ned be delivered to King’s Landing and his death as well he probably wouldn’t have gone about marrying her in that way. 

Sidenote: It would have been a lot harder for Rhaegar to convince the High Septon to grant him clemency to take two wives than it would have been for The high Septon to grant him an annulment. The faith of the seven was firmly against practicing polygamy and the last Targaryen who has practiced the custom was Aegon IV that was well over a hundred years prior to Rhaegar’s certain circumstance. The Targaryen’s practiced the faith of the seven, As did most of Westeros. As many kings in history will tell you as goes what the church deems acceptable, so goes what world deems acceptable. Annulling his marriage would have been seen as the lesser of two evils. Better to have one part of the country pissed at you than a good chunk of the country and the dominant religious church. 

The true spark of the Rebellion

Originally posted by hisstericallypawesomesleepurr


While it is generally believed that the Rebellion was sparked with Rhaegar and Lyanna absconding together that simply isn’t true. Rhaegar and Lyanna’s elopement, abduction whatever you want to call it was merely a squabble between houses not a full blown war. The rebellion began where most believed it always would begin with King Aerys. The murder of Rickard Stark and his heir, burning them alive, and then demanding Jon Arryn send Ned to King’s Landing likely to meet the same fate is what started the war. Is what caused John Arryn to call up his banners against the King. Rhaegar came back and was left to sit in marvel at the clusterfuck that his father had caused. Had Aerys not killed Brandon and Rickard and had Rhaegar and Lyanna been able to speak with them, it could have been worked out without open rebellion or bloodshed. Would Rickard have been pissed? Yeah, but a man with the southern ambition Rickard had would be quick to see the benefit of his only daughter being married to the  next King of Westeros instead of One of many southern Lords. . Robert would have had sour grapes for a hot minute but would have moved on quickly to the next tart that caught his fancy. The only real fallout would have been Dorne. Possibly fixable if Rhaegar intended to keep Rhaenys and Aegon in the line of succession and while no longer married to Elia, she was given the option to stay in KL or return to Dorne? Just a thought on logistics. But alas this did not happen and Rebellion rose, Robert killed Rhaegar, Jamie Killed the Mad King, Tywin ordered the death of Elia and her children, Lyanna died giving birth to the Last Dragon’s only surviving heir. 

The Butterfly Effect

Originally posted by bloody--cherry


So is Rhaegar to blame for the events that unfolded? For Elia’s and their children’s death? Perhaps in part, but it’s  not just Rhaegar’s actions it was the actions and reactions of multiple people on multiple levels. If Brandon Stark hadn’t gone to King’s Landing there would be no rebellion, if Aerys had’t had Brandon and Rickard killed there would be no rebellion. A butterfly flaps it’s wings in New Mexico and it causes a hurricane in China. The smallest changes can effect the largest outcomes. Everyone has their part in the action so everyone is to blame, but honestly playing the blame game is a footnote in minutia to what GRRMis trying to tell about the way war effects society and the environment both positively and negatively, about how no one is black and white humanity is all a giant shade of gray. A bad choice does not necessarily make a bad person and vice versa. 

Love or Duty 

Originally posted by adamastos


Rhaegar was the epitome of duty, honor, nobility in Westeros. The next Jaeherys The Conciliator a consummate ruler who would bring peace and prosperity again to the seven kingdoms. The great white hope for the future, a future without the taint of his mad father. Yet somehow it all turned to ashes at his feet. How did this happen? Maester Aemon said it best Love is the bane of honor the death of duty.

Master Aemon: If the day should ever come that your Lord father were forced to choose between honor on the one had and those he loves on the other? What would he choose? 

Yes Rhaegar would have been a great and true roller of Westeros, he would have restored the Targaryen’s good name and yes I believe Rhaegar truly believed the prophecy and wanted to see it brought to fulfillment but that could have easily been done without an annulment and the can of worms that it would open for him. The third head didn;t need to be legitimate The only real reason I can see holding any validity is he did it because he loved Lyanna and that became more important than the prophecy, than the kingdoms, than anything. 

Master Aemon: What is honor compared to a woman’s love? What is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms…. Wind and words. Wind and words. We are only human and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory and our great tragedy,

In the end Rhaegar chose love over duty. And he could not escape the consequences of that choice, I don’t believe even he fully was able to grasp them until it was too late. He died, The love of his life died, His two eldest children and their mother were brutally murdered, His great Targaryen dynasty withered away to three young orphans left with no choice but to flee their homeland or hide in secrecy denied their birthrights, His only heir the next rightful King left to be raised believing he is an unwanted motherless bastard. The moral of the post is we all need to look at all sides of the story before we pass judgements. 

Sidenote: The Love is the Death of Duty convo Aemon has with Jon is so insightful and is going to be very important. Because both of his fathers: Ned and Rhaegar choose love over duty and it got them killed. But Jon has always chosen duty over love, is he fated to repeat the mistakes of his father? Also keep in mind that Duty is the death of love. Jon has experienced this with Ygritte, with leaving Winterfell to fall to the Boltons and maybe to some extent Robb’s death. Not saying that these things would;t have happened but his presence may have changed the outcome. Food for thought people, food for thought. 

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pastelqueen-sweetascanbe  asked:

I was wondering if you can do an RFA love triangle JuminXVXMC. I don't want to stress you so you don't have to do it. I was just wondering is all. ^^ Thanks for taking your time for reading this, I love your story's and keep up the great work.

We are soooooo sorrry that this took soo long. Honestly, it’s been sitting in our drafts forever, and we apologize for just posting it. Hope it’s okay though?


He deserved this.

That’s what he told himself as he watched Jumin smile at MC from across the room. He watched as she returned the gesture lovingly, Here they were in the bustle of guests eager to speak to all the hosts of another successful party. All thanks to MC.

V lifted his camera, his focus on MC. He was supposed to take pictures of the party coordinator, but he was beginning to feel like it was an excuse just to look at her through a lense. He loved to watch how her eyes sparkled as she greeted another person. Her hair swayed as she made small gestures with her hands as she spoke. Her lips curved into a beautiful smile that made V’s heart flutter inside his chest in a gentle way…something he had never felt before.

He snapped the pictures hurriedly before moving away. He tried distracting himself by taking some other photos, but he just couldn’t. The image of MC filled his thoughts, and with it, came the acute stab of guilt. He knew Jumin liked her…no, loved her. He saw his friends feelings unfold in the chatroom all that time ago.

At the time, he had encouraged it, still cast under the enchantment Rika had left on him. But that was his fault too, wasn’t it? Rika…her rise and fall…both were his fault, and he would force himself to pay the consequences.

“V…” Jumin’s uncharacteristically hesitant voice carried from the doorway.

V cleared his throat, steadying his voice before speaking. “Ah, Jumin, I was just getting some air.”

“You can stop that.”

V’s fingers tugged against his blazer, but he resisted the urge to drop his smile. “Stop what?”

Jumin sighed, taking a step closer. He adjusted his cufflinks, his eyes suddenly darting to the ground. Was he nervous? “You’re in love with MC.’

V’s entire body froze at the statement. He couldn’t bring himself to plaster that same smile back on his face. He couldn’t even muster a chuckle. Even if he did, Jumin would’ve seen right through him. In this painfully raw moment, he could do nothing but remain silent.

Jumin pursed his lips and nodded. “I see,” he said. There was no mistaking the tightness in his voice. “How long?”

“Jumin, I have no interest in her,” V said quietly.

Something between a scoff and sigh escaped his friend’s lips. There was no mistaking the strain of jealously in the way the muscles on his neck twitched. “No? Then what was that in there? Do you realize how long you were staring at her? Taking pictures? And before, during our last meeting–”

“No,” V interrupted. His words seemed to be lodged in his throat, making it difficult to say anything without his voice wavering. “No, I mean…I’m not pursuing her.”

For a long moment, there was silence. Jumin chewed on his bottom lip…a sign of true distress from the normally stoic man. “Why?”

V shrugged. “A lot of reasons,” he said. “I…I don’t think I can ever ask someone to accept me after what happened to Rika.

Jumin’s brows furrowed. “That doesn’t even make sense.”

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Colors Part 6

A Charles Xavier Soulmate AU

Pairing: Charles Xavier x reader

Read Part 1 here. Read Part 2 here. Read Part 3 here. Read Part 4 here. Read Part 5 here.

Summary: Everyone has a soulmate, and there is one color that they can’t see until they meet their soulmate, and that is the color of their soulmate’s eyes. For Charles Xavier, this is difficult, because his powers have filled in the blanks, and he can see all colors. He assumes that he’ll just know when he finds his soulmate. Should be easy for a telepath, right?

Warnings: Angst maybe? definitely, injuries, near death experience, violence

A/N: So, this won the contest! I knew I needed to post this soon, given the awful cliffhanger I left y’all with last time. Well….I’m not gonna say anything else really. Just….consider yourself warned. 

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Come on Eileen ! I swear you’re not dead

Shoshannah’s tweet from yesterday inspired me to finally kick this out of my drafts. So without further ado.. We’re all bummed about the loss of Eileen and I know I’m not the only one hoping she’ll be back or that the whole thing was *gasp*  an elaborate fakeout!!

I’ve chatted/complained/cried about this with a couple people (@tinkdw @aoitrinity @floralmotif @thinkdouble-pink) since 12x21 aired and the one thing that seems clear to me is that there is a LOT of DOUBT surrounding Eileen’s death.  

There are a ton of suspicious circumstances to be considered.  So let me start with the biggest one.  Death by Hellhound.

^^^^See these screenshots?? This is how Supernatural depicts people being attacked by hellhounds. Clawmarks are a huge theme! With the exception of the woman in white who was killed off screen these wounds are death blows (bottom right is Jo D:). When we aren’t shown claw marks we get plenty of (sometimes spewing) blood so there can be no doubt that the victim is dead. 

I think the above people represent all instances of death by hellhound on the show. Most recently before Eileen’s death even this chick who survives is shown with the hellhound clawmarks™

Compare all this to Eileen’s death, which has no sign of blood.  Even looking at it frame by frame the closest we get to claw marks is her jacket being torn so you can see her shirt through it, but no skin is shown. 

I don’t know if this spot is supposed to be where the dog is biting her and shaking her like a rag doll, but that is also something we haven’t seen hellhounds do before. And then, bizarrely, Ketch stops the dog.  WHY!?!??  If he wants Eileen dead and can’t see any blood yet, why would he STOP the dog?? It doesn’t make any sense.

(Shhh Eileen is just sleeping)  I mean, I’m not going to include the screenshot of poor Charlie in a bathtub, clearly murdered, but that scene involved a lot of blood.  The show has never shied away from using copious amounts of blood on fan favorites.

Even when we see Eileen laid out on the slab we can only see some minor scratches on her face that already existed from running through the woods and something that looks more serious on her neck, but the neck scratches still seem shallow compared to the wounds Dean and Jo suffered.

So we’ve got an inconsistent Death by Hellhound and an interrupted death. Could such a beast shake Eileen and break her neck?  Sure, but it doesn’t match up with the way people die in SPN especially by hellhound. 

When Sam gets the call from Jody, Dean asks how Eileen died and Sam repeats what he was evidently told: “She was, uh, mauled by a wild animal in a wooded area…”  Nothing about necks snapping.  Just “mauled,” which basically means clawed and scratched, but again… didn’t see that in the scene.  More doubt.

When they get to the morgue Dean is looking at the report on Eileen

Dean: These wounds… I mean, we’ve only seen something this bad a few times.
Sam: Hellhound?
Dean: Yeah. But it doesn’t make any sense. Why would–why would a demon sic a hellhound on her? Why would she leave Ireland?
Sam: I don’t know, Dean.

The wounds are bad enough that they evidently recognized them from their past encounters and conclude hellhound, but I have yet to see evidence to support that based on the death we saw and hellhound kills they’ve seen in the past….

Dean says ‘it doesn’t make any sense’ and I know they are missing information at this point that the BMoL were involved, but he is doubting the facts too.

(I was super convinced they’d find Eileen in the BMoL HQ in 12x22.  Maybe we will see more of them in s13? The ‘old men’ are still around…)

More Suspicious Points/Things That Don’t Add Up

  • The inclusion of the shifter in the previous episode (Sure, the shifter made Ketch seem heartless, but I had already gotten that memo about him)
  • Eileen’s ”girly” out of character letter 
  • Eileen’s body being in South Carolina (not even close to the bunker–and why would she be in the woods at night??)
  • The boys flat out ask Toni if the BMoL killed Eileen and she doesn’t know. She says ‘probably.’  We the audience know they did but Sam and Dean don’t and I don’t know why it wasn’t confirmed for them.  Toni not confirming it just created more doubt

I know Supernatural has killed off favorites before and it didn’t make any sense–I’m looking at you, Charlie–but to me this episode just created a lot of doubt compared to the numerous foolish and ooc decisions that led to Charlie’s death. 

And Eileen was clearly set up as a romantic interest for Sam. Like compare the two episodes of Sam meeting and then working with Alicia Banes to the two episodes of him meeting and then working with Eileen Leahy.  Both beautiful women and badass hunters, but only one of them was written romantically. Why do all that for nothing? Sam barely even had time to be upset about her death–and no hunter’s funeral.

I may be in denial here, but things don’t add up and it’s hiatus and I want to chat and speculate.  The circumstances leading to Charlie’s death made little sense to me, but at least when she died I KNEW she was dead.  There was no doubt.  

Soulmates - Part 2

Prompt: Part 1 here
Warnings: None
Words: 1800+

You race backstage, not taking any time to celebrate this historic moment in your career. You just wanted to find Seth, to know that everything was okay, that he was okay.

“Seth!” You screamed tears streaming down your face. You hadn’t realised you were crying until tears landed on your hands. “Where’s Seth?!”

“Hey y/n calm down. They took him to the hospital around the corner. Everything's fine” Roman said grabbing your shoulders to calm you down.

“Everything’s not fine Roman! It’s black and white!” 

“What?” 

“My vision! It’s black and white again!” you cried as Roman’s eyes went wide. He knew what that meant, so did you, you just didn’t want to believe it. 

“Come on let’s go” Roman said putting his arm around you escorting you to his car. The ride to the hospital was silent beside your heavy breathing. You managed to control your tears but every so often a tear would fall. You couldn’t help it. Roman had barely stopped the car before you jumped out and raced inside, Roman hot on your heels. Pushing doors open, running to the waiting room, dodging doctors, nurses and patients. As you ran into the waiting room, your eyes landed on Dean first. He was sitting with his head in his hands. Hunter was there too with Vince and Stephanie, who looked like she had been crying. 

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Didn’t Mean It - D.S.

 A/N: Yo, it’s me! I’m alive lol it’s the second week of school and so far it’s alright but I haven’t had time to write or be active, my apologies! I’ve had this in my drafts for a few days but I forgot to post it, sorry! I really hope you enjoy :))

Requested: yes

You sat on one of the lounge chairs in the backyard of the WDW house, admiring the different colours of the sky. It was a particularly chilly evening compared to the constant heat in California but you liked it. The wind was blowing, making you shiver and regret only wearing a tank top. With a sigh, you heaved yourself up and went inside. On your way in, you passed Daniel and Jonah, blushing when you caught Daniel’s eye. You’ve had a crush on him for the longest time now but had yet to tell him.

Once inside, you went straight into Jack and Daniel’s bedroom, knowing how messy the other boys’ room was. You looked through their closet for something warm to throw on, your eyes settling on a gray hoodie. Quickly tying your hair into a bun, you put on the hood and walked downstairs, back to the lounge chairs. You wondered where the other boys went since you had only seen Jonah and Daniel. They’re probably skateboarding - well in Zach’s case trying to. Giggling to yourself, you focused your attention on the view in front of you.

You were lost in your own thoughts, thinking about everything and nothing. That was the reason why you didn’t hear Daniel approaching, resulting in you falling off the chair when he slapped you. What the heck did he do that for??

“I didn’t mean it” he chocked out in between laughs. Getting up again, you turned around and just looked at him. Once Daniel realized who was standing in front of him, he instantly stopped laughing. You saw the shocked expression take over his face, confusing you even more than getting slapped out of nowhere. He just kept looking at you without saying anything. What’s up with him?

“Earth to Daniel, are you okay?” That seemed to shake him out of his trance but the frown wouldn’t leave his face. “Oh shit man” he mumbled under his breath, probably not intending for you to hear it but you did. You left out low chuckle, amused by his reaction.

“Oh my god, (Y/N), I’m so sorry, I didn’t know it was you! Your back was turned towards me and you had the hood on your head so I thought you were Jack. And you know how I always slap him so naturally I had to take this opportunity. But you’re not Jack! I just slapped you, shit. (Y/N/N), I would never slap you on purpose, you know that, right? I’m so stupid, please don’t be mad at me.”

When he finally finished talking, he was blushing like crazy which you found adorable. “Dani, calm down, it’s alright, I’m not mad.” Daniel quickly pulled you into a hug, burying his head into the crook of your neck. “I’m really sorry (Y/N)” You hugged him back. “Let’s just find the other boys”


You found them in the living room and sat down on one of the couches, Daniel right beside you. You told the boys what had happened, making them laugh and tease Daniel until his face was as red as a tomato. After everyone calmed down, Jack, Corbyn and Zach went outside again, leaving you with the other two boys. Daniel hadn’t left your side the whole evening, clinging to you and constantly apologizing even though you kept assuring him it was alright. Your frustration seemed to catch Jonah’s attention, making him put down the book he had been reading to turn towards you. He saw the discomfort on your face and decided to tease you, knowing about your little crush.

“(Y/N/N), is that Daniel’s sweatshirt you’re wearing?” Now it was your turn to blush. You looked at your friend with wide eyes and saw the smirk on his face. He was doing it on purpose. Daniel turned towards you, only now realizing that you were, in fact, wearing his hoodie. He smiled at you, cheeks pink and eyes sparkling. The way he was looking at you made you think that maybe he saw you as more than a friend but before you could say anything Jonah stood up “I’m gonna leave before you start making out right in front of me. I really don’t need to see that.”

You looked down at your lap, trying to hide both your blush and the smile on your face. But Daniel had other plans. He slowly reached out and lifted your head, making you look at him before whispering “Making out doesn’t sound too bad now, does it?”

thirteen-cypher  asked:

In lieu of your recent post with Jon wearing the original Robin suit, I wonder if we will get a short tale of said event.

Yeah, I kinda had that idea in my head for a while :p I’m surprised the comics themselves haven’t toyed with this concept already lol.

“This feels…snug,” Jon remarked. His fingers tugged at the strap of his new uniform’s bottom half. He winced at how little there was he could tug.

“Should I take that as an expression of comfort?” Damian asked smugly. He scrutinized Jon in the outfit, from his messy, dark-haired head, down to his bare legs and green pointed shoes.

“No, you shouldn’t,” Jon said grumpily. He heaved an irritated sigh as he stared at himself in the mirror once more.

After a disastrous bet, Jon found himself wearing Dick Grayson’s first Robin costume. The legendary uniform looked as dated as it was drafty between the legs. Jon’s eyes were masked by a visor, which had the sole ability to switch to night vision. His smart phone had dozens more filters than this, he thought glumly. On his shoulders rested a bright yellow cape—and while Damian swore it was fireproof, it wasn’t bulletproof, or anything-else-proof, and couldn’t even glide. The button-down top was firehouse red with short green sleeves, and while it seemed to be padded and armored somewhat, it was definitely not designed for comfort—Jon could already feel his armpits chafing. The shoes did not improve his opinion of the getup. At first glance, Jon had mistaken them for elf shoes. And despite Damian’s insistence that they were designed for agility, Jon still thought they were elf shoes.

Then of course, there were the briefs. They were not pants, or shorts, or even tights—there was really no other word for it other than ‘briefs’. Green and covered with a scale-like mesh, it was probably the main part of the costume that made Jon want to shout out one big giant ‘NOPE!’

“How can I even fight with these?” Jon asked incredulously as he twisted his waist.

“Nothing beats the classics,” Damian said with a smirk, as if that was enough of an explanation. “Besides, those green underpants are actually the most armored part of the uniform. They even protect your decency by hiding the outline of your scrawny behind.” Damian punctuated the sentence by nonchalantly slapping Jon’s rear.

FWAP

“Ow! Hey!” Jon snapped indignantly. The briefs didn’t do much to protect Jon’s dignity.

“Grayson was just twelve years old when he wore that costume,” Damian continued. “He was already a prodigious acrobat, and his uniform was tailored to take advantage of that. The costume gave him maneuverability. Perhaps literally wearing his shoes will teach you to respect his skill.”

“Hey,” Jon chided. “I like Dick!—“

Damian snorted trying to stifle a laugh, causing Jon’s cheeks to flush.

“I mean I don’t need to wear his…briefs…to respect him because I already do!”

Damian waved him off and began walking away. “What I meant was that you should appreciate how skilled he was being able to assist my father despite wearing something like that. Also, you lost a bet, so you have no choice. Now, let’s ride!”


***

Jon made a mental list of all the things he hated doing wearing Dick Grayson’s costume.

First, there was riding Damian’s Robin Cycle. The feeling of his legs’ bare skin rubbing against the motor bike’s leather seat was uncomfortable enough, but the cool wind felt like it was cutting up his exposed limbs with tiny icy daggers. The draft crept up through his sleeves and leg holes, and the entire experience just made him thoroughly miserable.

Then, there were the bystanders. Everyone who saw him asked why he was wearing a Halloween costume in August. It pained Jon that, to these people, Dick’s uniform was already so iconic that it’s been relegated to party costume status. Even more than that, he felt like everyone saw him as even more of a little kid—which he technically was—but the costume made him feel a little less confident to talk to people. They also kept asking him if he was cold wearing it. With a smile and gritted teeth, he always replied, ‘yes, yes he was’.

He also couldn’t fly. He had no doubt that a flying boy wearing the classic Robin uniform would raise more than a few eyebrows. They’d start to ask some pretty awkward questions. Things like, ‘Since when did Robin fly?’, or, ‘Is that a new hero copying Robin?’, and even worse, ‘Is that Superboy wearing Robin’s underwear?’ If there was one thing Jon was grateful for, it was the mask, because at least some part of the costume protected his privacy—and all the times his eyes would twitch whenever cruel-looking teenagers would tease him for wearing green diapers.

Ironically enough, he was most embarrassed around criminals. Them laughing at him was actually the least embarrassing thing that’s happened. Damian mockingly complimented him for distracting the bad guys—which was totally not what he’d intended. More than a few thugs had called him ‘legs’—those guys ended up just a little more bruised than usual. Damian had said something along the lines of “It’s perfectly fine to be complimented on your shapely legs.” Jon was pretty sure that Damian hadn’t meant that as a compliment at all.

The most mortifying experience Jon had were with the bank robbers.

About half a dozen armed men with ski masks had decided to rob a local branch of the Metropolis Bank. Damian and Jon were on the scene, preparing to strike. Before they leapt up from the shadows, Damian had suggested they loudly announce their presence to unnerve the criminals. At the time, this sounded good to Jon. Of course, he’d assumed that Robin would be with him.

“Stop right there!” Jon bellowed. He stepped out of the shadows and onto the light, his short yellow cape billowing in the breeze. It took all of his willpower to stop his bare legs from shivering.

His appearance seemed to have had the intended effect—the three men loading bags of cash on a truck stopped abruptly to stare at him. The driver and two other lookouts came over to stare at him too. Despite their masks, their expressions were very obvious.

They were absolutely baffled.

“That’s right!” Jon declared. “You better stand down or my partner and I…” Jon glanced to his side and his voice died in his throat. Damian wasn’t beside him anymore. He was alone. He suddenly became very conscious of himself, and he tugged at the hem of his cape to cover his legs from the light.

Two of the thugs scratched their heads. One of them had his mouth open.

“Uh, I…I’m sorry I don’t know how to react to this,” said one of the robbers. He shook his head.

“Is that a kid in panties?” asked one of the men in confusion.

“What’s a cute little girl like you doing here?” asked the driver.

“I’m a boy!” Jon squeaked. His face flushed crimson.

“Oh geez, sorry. Well…shit, this is awkward,” the driver replied with utmost sincerity.

“Damn, boss, why’d you have to tease him? The little guy looks just about ready to cry,” one of the burlier men said. It annoyed Jon that the man sounded genuinely reproachful.

“I feel like I’m going to end up on some watchlist looking at him,” one of the men said.

“Idiot, we’re already wanted escapees from Blackgate,” chided another.

The thieves were at a loss—they awkwardly gaped at Jon with complete bewilderment. Somehow, that just amplified Jon’s irritation and embarrassment.

Suddenly, smokebombs erupted from the men’s feet, and Jon heard the unmistakable twang of metal wires coiling and snapping together. When the mist cleared, Damian was leaning on the van with a cocky grin, and every single robber was on the ground bound by tight metal wires—somehow, even the guy in the driver seat.

“What took you so long?” Jon snapped at Damian.

“I was waiting for the right time,” Damian shrugged. His cheeks were straining from the effort to contain his laughter. “Besides, your apparent cuteness was an effective ruse.”

Jon replied by elbowing Damian in the ribs.

“I don’t get it,” the robbers’ leader said from where he was bound on the floor. “Are exposed legs a new fad with the sidekicks these days?”

“Nooo! Gah, this sucks!” Jon huffed in frustration. He stormed off, looking more like a grumpy child than ever before.

“He lost a bet,” Damian explained.

The man nodded sympathetically.


***

An explosion roared in the eastern block of Metropolis’ Shuster District, and Damian and Jon raced to the scene. But when they got there, the battle was obviously over. They were met with a frantic scene of police officers scurrying around together with emergency crews. A few yards away, Superman was overseeing the police taking a man in green metallic armor inside a truck. Batman and Nightwing came over to the boys, and stopped dead in their tracks when they got a clear look at Jon’s clothes.

An awkward silence followed as the two men stared at the two boys. Dick broke the silence first.

“Hey, isn’t that mine…?”

Damian cleared his throat. “Father, we rushed here when we heard the explosion, is everything alright?”

Batman took a few seconds to find his voice—his glare was still alternating between Damian and Jon.

“A disturbance by Metallo—one of Clark’s old enemies. It’s been taken care of. Robin, why is Superboy—“

Bruce was interrupted by Clark’s arrival. He sensed that Clark was about to say something, but stopped mid-breath when he saw Jon in the green underpants and not much else. His expression radiated pure confusion, as if his face contorted to ask “Why?”

While Batman is known for never showing emotion, he was not above breathing an exasperated sigh. Jon, for his part, just about died from embarrassment. His cheeks were as red as his father’s cape, and his knees were shivering.

Damian suddenly sensed that all eyes were on him. He spread his arms apologetically.

“He lost a bet! He agreed to wear Grayson’s old outfit! I didn’t do anything wrong!”

Dick got behind the two boys and wrapped his arms around their shoulders.

“Don’t worry, super dads, I got this.”


***

Dick, Damian and Jon were perched on a rooftop. The previous evening’s chill gave way to a humid haze that settled over lower Gotham.

“This is stupid,” Damian grumbled.

“No it’s not, Robin,” Dick said gently. “Consider this as training on how to observe teamwork and respect for your partner.”

“How is this supposed to teach me anything?” Damian demanded as he gestured at his outfit. He was wearing a zipped jacket with Superman’s ‘S’ logo, just like Jon. He sported red sneakers, and he didn’t have a mask on. Most aggravating of all, he was forced to wear denim shorts that were cut off above the knee. Damian thought it was utterly ridiculous.

“This,” Dick began explaining, “is your punishment for making Jon go through wearing my costume without my permission. Besides, Damian looks cuter with shorts, doesn’t he, Jon?”

The skyline’s bright lights reflected on Jon’s suddenly-pink cheeks. He didn’t look at either Dick or Damian.

“Well, I wouldn’t say it like that…” Jon said timidly.

“I swear, Kent. Not. A. Word.”

Damian jumped off the roof. Before Dick followed him, Jon could’ve sworn Dick gave him a wink.

Jon jumped off after them. He was sure that laughing at Damian didn’t need any words.

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Part One

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You walked down the stony corridor in silence. The only noise to be heard was your breath and that of your new husband; the former coming more and more difficult by the moment. You glanced at Dwalin from the corner of your eye and found him as grim as ever. He seemed to be avoiding looking at you all together and it was as if you weren’t even there.

It would be better if you weren’t. The both of you’d be a deal happier. At least, he would. You had never thought he could be more miserable than he already was. You pulled at the cuff of your dress anxiously as you walked along, nearing your marital chambers with dread. You would spend the rest of your life thus. Walking every night, as if in a death knell, along the stony corridors. Alone.

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Escape Plan//Theo Raeken

Oh my God! I thought this was in the queue and posted! I figured it had flopped and when I looked in my drafts I facepalmed so hard! I’m so sorry! Plus it’s also kinda short so I feel even worse 😖

Characters: Scott McCall, Malia Tate, Stiles Stilinski, Theo Raeken, Reader.

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“He’s downright dangerous, Y/N! You can’t have anything to do with him.” Scott looks you in the eye.

You sigh. “He’s not dangerous with me. Trust me okay?” You look up at him and he shrugs.

“Okay. Fine, I guess. Can you promise me you’ll be safe?”

“Scott, I was born a werewolf, I can protect myself.”

That was the last conversation you’d had with the pack before being taken by Theo. He was using you as bait to draw everyone to him.

“You don’t have to do this.” You look up at him. You weren’t even tied up, just locked in a room.

“I know. But, you’re the only one the whole pack would come for.” He smiles at you.

“You’re being awfully nice for someone who’s kidnapped me.” You look down at your lap.

“I’m nice to you. It’s what I do.”

The pack bursts in the door, Scott rushing for Theo. He grips his neck, lifting him up.

“Easy, Scott.” He chokes out. Malia and Stiles rush you out of the room, taking you out to his Jeep.

“We’re taking you home. You need to pack.” Stiles says as Malia helps you up into the backseat.

“How long was I gone?” You lay back.

He blows air out of his mouth. “About two weeks.”

“Jesus Christ, it took you two weeks to find me? Nice to know that I matter.”

“Theo sent us a text on your phone pretending it was you. He said your parents took you on vacation. Malia saw your mom at the grocery store and we pieced it together.”

“Theo disappeared into thin air too, it wasn’t really hard to find you, we just had to trace your phones.” Malia smiles.

“Hey, why do I need to pack?” You lean forward.

“You’re leaving town. We talked to your parents about it already. You’re going to go stay in Arizona for awhile.”

“So I don’t get a say in this?”

“Not really, no.” Malia shrugs.

“Theo’s too dangerous. We told you before, but now more than ever. You need to stay away from him.”

“Arizona? Are you freaking kidding me?” You slam your head back against the headrest.

“Hey! Easy on the seats?” He looks at you through the rear view mirror. “We’ve got you set up with another pack. You’ll be safe.” He adds.

“I want to stay here. I want to live my life with my family and friends. Not an unfamiliar pack in Arizona.” You groan.

“It’ll only be a month or two, Y/N. Tops.”

It’s been six months. You call each day asking if you can come back. You’re walking towards your apartment when a familiar smell washes over you. You stop in your tracks, your senses somewhat overwhelmed.

“Theo?” You look around.

“How’d you know?” He approaches you from behind. You turn and look at him, he looks filthy. “Where’ve you been, Y/N?”

You’re speechless. “I uh..mean…here? I have to go.” You remember all of the things Scott told you about him being dangerous and you slowly back away.

He grabs your arm. “Hey…can we talk? I’ll make it quick. Here’s the rundown.” He doesn’t give you a chance to answer. “They killed me, decided they needed me, brought me back to life. I helped, I’m a new man by the way, and now I’m here to see you.” He gives you a toothy grin.

“Me?” You raise an eyebrow.

“Yep. You. You’ve always been my favorite.”

“Favorite?”

“You really don’t know anything about this, do you?”

“About what?” He raises his hand on your arm as you talk.

“Stop asking questions. It’s cute.” He smiles. “I have a major crush on you. I know crush sounds juvenile but I do. I actually think I love you.”

“You stopped me in front of a convenience store to tell me you might love me?”

He nods in response.

“I’ll take it.” You smile and he kisses you, his lips fitting perfectly into yours. Like you were meant for each other. He runs a hand through your hair as he pulls away. “Let’s get you packed up and home to Beacon Hills.”

GOT7: confessing when they think their crush is asleep

Oooooohh I had fun writing the other one so I’m excited and !! thank you very much wow

Mark: 

Mark couldn’t explain why he had said it, but when he saw you sleeping so peacefully, something tugged in his heart and those three fatal words slipped out before he could catch them. Immediately, your eyes shot wide open and found him standing over you and he’d feel his stomach drop. He’d manage to offer a small smile through his internal panic and shyly ask, “…So?” and pray to every deity he’d ever heard of that you wouldn’t reject him of course you wouldn’t. If you told him you returned his feelings, I’m fairly confident he’d crawl beside you on whatever you were ‘sleeping’ on and have a little mini cuddle session awww mark ily

Jaebum: 

Jaebum’s heart would stop when you opened your eyes and gaped at him, but only for a second. After all, he’s always made his feelings really obvious, subtly not taking your hand in his and staring at you admiringly even after you blushed and asked him what he was doing. So when he figured out that you were awake to hear him say he loves you, he’d think well, now that’s out of the way. He’d shoot you a small smirk and say, “It’s true, if you were wondering,” and watch your face closely to gauge your reaction. If you said you loved him too, he’d feel a massive weight lift off his shoulders as a smile broke over his face, which was slightly pinker than it used to be 

Jackson: 

Jackson would hate that he confessed like this, accidentally. He’d probably have a mini-freak out when you opened your eyes and gaped at him, making a panicked high-pitched noise and waving his hands around to try and tell you to forget about it. He’d probably stutter something out about he was going to confess to you next week, so maybe you could just wait until then because he really put a lot of work into it and you’ll like it, he swears omg calm him down. Truthfully, he’s dying to know if you return his feelings or not and the curiosity/agony would eventually get the better of him and he’d stop his panicking to ask if you do with a serious expression on his face

Jinyoung: 

Jinyoung would freeze when you ‘woke up.’ His heart would stop for a second and then it would beat faster than ever before, the only thoughts running through his brain would be curses. He would’ve wanted his confession to you to be perfect so you’d remember it forever and, more importantly, he’d know what to say and do. He’d just sort of stare at you with his mouth hanging open before clearing his throat and deciding to just go with it. He’d tell you it was true, that he really cared for you, but if you didn’t return the feeling or needed time to think, he understood. If you told him you felt the same why wouldn’t you tho he’d blush and do his precious eye-smile thing before asking you if you wanted to go for dinner tomorrow night again why wouldn’t you

Youngjae:

Dead. Please help Youngjae, okay. He’s always more reserved and awkward around you because he likes you a lot and doesn’t want to make a fool of himself, but now he feels like he’s gone and done exactly that. His eyes would get wider than you’ve ever seen them and he’d blush and try to stutter something out about how he was sorry, so sorry, and will be leaving now, so you can go to sleep for real he promises he won’t bother you again save him. He probably would get up to leave run away but if you told him you liked him a lot, too, he’d stop and laugh a little because wow he cannot believe his luck

BamBam: 

When you suddenly opened your eyes after his ‘confession,’ BamBam would try his hardest not to let you see how much he was freaking out. He’d probably try to play it slick and tell you there were a lot of things he cared deeply about: dancing, food, music, animals, whatever. Basically, he’d be trying to cover his ass but it would not work because his hands would shake and he’d have a panicked look in his eyes as he prayed that you’d either buy his flimsy excuse or see through it and say you returned the feelings. If you did accept, he’d let out a little laugh and shriek of joy, then go back to trying to play it cool and say, “Of course, why wouldn’t you?” hit him

Yugyeom: 

Nope. He’s not prepared at all. Yugyeom would’ve been planning to confess to you soon, but not like this. He’d blush when you looked at him, a few nervous laughs escaping his mouth. He’d probably run his fingers through his hair and try his hardest not to look at you because he’s terrified of what you’ll say. “Honestly,” he’d explain, “I mean it, but it wasn’t supposed to happen like this. I’m sorry for that.” When you say you feel the same way, it would be like five seconds before he actually processed that fact and allowed a big-ass smile to take over his features


a/n: I thought I posted this hours ago but my dumb butt saved it as a draft oops

Try Try Again [Jason Todd x Reader]

A/n: Hey guys so this is a part 2 to ‘Why Try?” I got an anon asking for a part 2 right after I wrote it and I wasn’t planning to until I got this idea. I’ve been working on it for a couple days and actually ended up trashing my first draft. I really hope you guys like it because I’m a bit worried about it. I figured the best way to find out if you like it is to post it so here it is lol. Sorry it’s a bit late where I am when I’m posting it, let me know what you guys think! I love feed back! Thanks loves! <33

And expect my next post to be my 900 milestone! Sorry it’s taking longer than expected!

[Frnd/n] - Friend Name

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It had been about 6 months since you and Jason split up, or more you left him. You still couldn’t believe how everything ended. How he didn’t fight for you or try and stop you. He just let you walk out, and it hurts. Your friend let you move in with her after everything happened. Though she felt it was time you get back out there.

You never went out anymore and she’s worried about you. Having used to been so full of life, it was worrying to see you go to work, classes, and come home. Not doing anything in your freetime, only watching TV or reading. Though there was one morning when the mail came with two rather elegant envelopes. One was addressed to you and the other your friend, [Frnd/n].

They were two invitations to the Wayne Charity Gala, and you DID NOT want to go. “I’m not going. I don’t want to see him [Frnd/n]. It will be humiliating, even when we were there together women hung on him. I don’t want to see that. It hurts, especially since he didn’t even fight for me to stay.” Your voice cracked at the last statement.

“[F/n]” [Frnd/n] said, pulling you into a hug. “I know it’s hard. I know you loved him and he made the biggest mistake of his life. You’re smart, and gorgeous, and amazing in every way. But you shouldn’t let him stop you from being happy. How about this? I will find you a date if you decide to go.” She offered, making you laugh. “One of Caleb’s friends?” You asked, referring to her boyfriend.

“Maybe” she shrugged. You nodded, “Okay, but at least let it be someone I’ve met before.” She grinned, “you’ve got yourself a deal.”

It wasn’t long until you learned that you were going with [Frnd/n]’s boyfriend’s friend, Josh. You had met him before but very briefly, hearing mixed things about him, like he was a player and an ass, but that he has cleaned up his act lately. Leaving you to believe it may be a nice night.

Boy were you wrong. The minute you walked in he ended up fawning over multiple different women. Caleb apologized profusely for his friend’s behavior, blaming it on the alcohol. Waving it off you sat at one of the tables, watching your fingers trail over the fabric of your dress. You’d been asked to dance a few times but declined, knowing the men who asked had no interest in getting to know you. Their only interest was to somehow convince you to go home with them.

You looked around the room seeing the people of high society socializing, unbeknownst to the pair of cerulean eyes watching you.

“Why don’t you go talk to her?” Dick asked, coming beside Jason. Jason didn’t answer just continued to stare at you, thinking about how beautiful you look. “Jason, I know you still love her. We all do. Why’d you even let her walk out that night?” He sneered at the question and downed the rest of his drink. “I don’t know.” He shook his head, not looking at his brother. Eyes falling on a group of women his age fawning over him and the man beside him. Making him roll his eyes. Dick grit his teeth, holding back from shoving Jason right over you. Dick patted Jason’s shoulder before walking away to find Barbara.

Jason’s eyes scanned the room. Them falling on the guy you came with. He made Jason’s blood boil, obviously having just used you for your plus one to the gala. How could [Frnd/n] allow that? Scoffing at how the man kissed a girl’s hand. Glancing back he saw you sitting on your own, looking rather dejected. He’d had enough.

Setting down his glass he pushed by the people and right up to Josh. “Hey!” he caught his attention before grabbing his collar. “Whoa man what’re you doing?” Josh yelped while trying to remove Jason’s hands from his shirt. “You think it’s fun to use people? Huh?”

“Dude what are you talking about?” He laughed but it only angered Jason more. “I’m talking about the woman you used for her plus one tonight.” He growled through grit teeth. But Josh started to laugh more, “Oh, I know you. You’re Jason Todd, [F/n]’s ex. You broke her heart man, brought this upon her. Pitiful really, thought maybe I’d throw her a bone tonight. She may not be my type but she’s still hot. Maybe I’ll –” He was saying before the smirk got wiped off his face by Jason’s fist. The way he was talking about you just set Jason off.

He saw red and didn’t stop even when Dick tried to pull him off him. It wasn’t until he heard someone else. “Oh my god Jason stop!” His fist halted in the air, feeling a hand grab his wrist. Looking he saw you standing there, holding his arm in place. He allowed his arm to fall, and you turned away from him. “Josh, are you alright?” Asking while kneeling by him. He nodded sitting up, meeting the Jason’s eyes before shrinking away.

Suddenly Jason stood up and stormed away. You got up, chasing after him, “Jason!” yelling while following him. “Stop!” Continuing to yell his name and for him to stop until you were out in the gardens alone. “For fucksake will you stop!” Screaming as his feet came to a halt. “What the hell was that?!”

He didn’t say anything but did turn around and met your eyes. “Answer me dammit!” He didn’t, making you heave an irritated breath. “Why? You haven’t talked to me in months and I show up to the gala your family invited me to and bloody up my date! Yeah he was an ass but you didn’t leave me much of a choice. You didn’t fight for me or talk to me, just let me go and n–” Your rant was cut short from him basically running over and crashing his lips onto yours.

After the initial shock you found yourself kissing him back but pushed him away after realizing. “No! No no no!” Saying while punching his chest, feeling hot tears stream down your cheeks. “[F/n]” he caught your attention, meeting his blue hues. “I’m so so sorry I did that to you. I don’t know why I did. I’m still in love with you, I never stopped being in love with you. I thought I was burdening you with my problems and it scared me. I thought I was saving you the pain of my nightmares and horrors of patrol but instead I pushed you away, and I regret it more than anything in my life. I’m weak and selfish and never should’ve hurt you like that.” He shook his head, feeling tears sting at his eyes.

You stared at him in shock. Not having expected that, “Why now?” You whispered.

“Because, I saw you with that asshole and I couldn’t take the way he treated you. The way he talked about you like some object. I realized how stupid I was and how huge of a mistake I made. I’m so sorry, and I love you. I love you so fucking much and I’m an idiot for ever letting you go. I’m so sorry I hurt you.” Watching as the tears streamed down his cheeks, your heart screamed to embrace him but your head reminded you of the night you left.

“Jason I–” You shook your head before he kissed you again, this time hard and passionate. A kiss of love. One that reminded your brain of every good moment that far outnumbered the bad. Pulling away he rested his forehead to yours, “Please give me a second chance, I love you more than life itself.”

Eyes meeting his you saw how genuine those words were, and how regretful he was of letting you leave. You allowed a smile before admitting, “I love you too.”

Sober Thoughts

Archie Andrews x reader

Request: Hey! Love the work! Wondering if you could do a slightly drunk Archie x reader where Archie hasn’t told reader she likes him and tells reader all about how he loves her, but thinks she’s Betty or Veronica, if you can’t do it, it’s okay! I understand!

A/N: This is a pretty basic imagine that I found in my drafts from a few months ago, so I decided to post it. Enjoy!


I huffed as I pushed past the bodies of sweaty teens dancing on each other, gagging as I witnessed Cheryl and a jock making out near the front door. It’s safe to say that this was not the birthday party we planned for Jughead. I guess we should’ve figured something would go wrong. After all, Jughead hates birthday parties for a reason. I walked around the house, trying to find somewhere quiet to sit, but it seemed almost impossible. The backyard was wild with drunk teens, inside was filled with sweaty dancers, and I don’t even want to think about what’s going on upstairs. I decided that I would go to the kitchen and grab a drink.

I walked through the door and sighed when I realized how quiet it was. I wiped the sweat from my forehead and made my way to the cupboard. I stopped in my tracks as I spotted Joaquin and Kevin making out on the counter.

“I- oh my god, sorry! I just wanted some water! I didn’t mean to interrupt anything.” I muttered quickly, grabbing the water and leaving just as FP walked into the kitchen.

‘Aw, Jug’s dad is here. That’s sweet.’ I thought.

Just as I exited the kitchen, a soaked Archie stomped past me, angrily making his way upstairs. Confused, I walked out to the backyard, hoping to catch the news on what had just happened. Then I heard it.

‘Valerie’

Valerie had thrown her drink on Archie when he tried to talk to her; something about getting back together. I pitied Valerie, remembering how the relationship ended, but in the moment, I pitied Archie more. I pushed past the bodies once again and made my way upstairs. I reached the red-headed boy’s room and sighed. I took a deep breath before knocking.

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Baby Daddy Part 2 - Tyler Seguin series

Pairing: Tyler Seguin x Reader

Mentions: Phil Kessel, Steven Stamkos, other All Stars,…

Word count: 2362

A/N: I mention the All Stars Game of 2015, idk why. I have been postponing to post this series because I wasn’t so happy about it, I have different versions of it, I probably will use those for another NHL player. I hope you will like this imagine. Please check out my masterlist. Feel free to request, the imagines updates will be slow because I’m starting school again soon!

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A threatening kiss

You and Harry are arguing after pictures of him making out with a girl are published online. He claims he’s innocent, but fed up and hurt you make him sleep at a hotel for the night. 

Warning: Hints on mature content

This is a One Shot I have had saved in my drafts for a very long time now and since I haven’t posted in a while, I tried to go over it one more time and then publish it. Please pardon any mistakes, I finished it in one sitting. Thank you for reading and I hope you like it!

Gif is not mine, as I have never gotten this close to the beautiful human that is Harry Styles. 

His hair was a mess after having his ringed fingers furiously pulling on the newly short locks. Harry’s eyes were desperate and reflected his distraught emotions. After having argued for over two hours now, he felt like all hope I might believe his words was lost. He didn’t find it in him to blame me though, there was enough evidence to be held against him. I didn’t look much better myself as I had adapted Harry’s habit of stressed hair pulling. Additional to that came the redness on my cheeks and the stickiness the tears had left on them. My mind and heart raced as I stared at the man standing in front of me. He looked so strange to me now. 

I’d always expected something like this to happen, he was the famous Harry Styles after all. People loved him, wanted to be like or with him and as his girlfriend, I was aware that at some point, I’d be pulled into the mess as well. Some day, someone would try to jeopardize our relationship. However, I had always thought that should it happen, it wouldn’t be real. Maybe a PR stunt his management forced onto him without him knowing or something.
I had never believed that he would come home and tell me that the pictures of him pressed against and kissing a girl, who clearly wasn’t me, were real. The pink lips I was so familiar with had just been tasted by someone else and that was something I could not accept.

“Why can’t you just listen to me?” Harry cried, his voice breaking after being raised for too long.

“Because this is exactly what everyone warned me about when I first started going out with you!”

Sitting down on the couch I buried my face in my hands as I allowed more tears to fall. My entire body jerked as sobs wrecked through me and I shook my head in disbelief.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Harry asked, disappointment evident in his voice.

“It’s what you always do, right? You’re going out with one girl and once you’re sick of her you pick the next in line. I always figured that was a PR thing and that it wouldn’t happen once you were in a serious relationship, but I guess I was wrong.”

“Seriously, Y/N? You can’t just hold what I did before I was with you against me now, that would make you no better than all those damn magazines talking bullshit about me. And besides, that’s not what happened at all! This girl just came on to me!

"Yeah? Well maybe none of this would’ve happened if you’d told your precious fans about us! Maybe you wouldn’t have to fight girls off if they knew that you’re already with someone!”

I knew I was being unfair as we had actually gotten to an agreement on that topic already, but I continued anyway. “But you like that don’t you? That’s why you’re keeping me as your dirty, little secret at home! You love how every girl would throw herself at your feet and kiss them should you ask!”

He shook his head. Harry’s breathing was hectic and he looked as exhausted as I felt. His usually intimidating appearance was shadowed by the glossiness of his green eyes and the hollowness of his cheeks. I felt sick. I knew what my words did to him, but to finally have voiced my darkest fears felt like a weigh being lifted off my chest.

“Look, Harry, I think we’ve argued enough for tonight. I’m done.”

He stared at me silently before nodding. “Alright. We should just talk about it tomorrow.”

“No,” I breathed, repetitively clenching and unclenching my fists. “I’m done with this mess. I want- I need a break.”

Harry’s eyes followed my movements as I got up and brushed past him on my way to the kitchen. When my shoulder brushed against his arm I felt as if the contact burned my skin. The meal I had prepared before the yelling had begun was now a mess and littered all over. The pieces of his plate lay still shattered on the floor while my food rested untouched and I quickly decided that I would only clean the worst of it tonight and leave the rest for tomorrow.

“What are you saying? You- You’re breaking up with me?” Harry’s voice sounded small from behind me and my heart broke at the noise.

It was the complete opposite from how he had spoken to me only minutes ago, all quiet and uncertain. I sighed and leaned against the sink.
I knew Harry loved me and god knows I loved him more than anything else, but I couldn’t deny the pain I felt when I first saw the pictures. The disappointment cursing through my veins when he confirmed that they were real. The taste of vomit made its way up my throat by the mere thought of his lips pressed to hers. His hands touched the skin of her waist, the tight crop-top exposing more than I ever wore out of the house, as her own hands fisted in his hair. And no matter how much he swore his faithfulness and devotion to me, he didn’t feel like mine anymore.

“I’ll stay at a hotel for the night.”

Within three strides he reached me and turned me to face him with gentle touches to my cheeks. His green eyes stared intensely into mine, making my knees go weak. I pressed back hard against the cold stone, uncomfortable by his sudden closeness.

“You want away from me that desperately?”

I carefully pried his hands from my face. “Yes. I’m sorry, Harry, but I want some time away from you.”

Tears shot to his eyes, drowning their green in pain. A sob left his mouth and I had to look away. Watching Harry cry hurt more than anything else had tonight. It felt wrong, seeing a person who was usually so confident and had happiness shining from his eyes looking at me with such utter sadness.

“Y/N,” Harry whispered, “Please. I- I know I fucked up badly. But I swear to you I didn’t cheat. I never would. Do you really believe I would ruin us for someone else?” he shook his head forcefully. “You’re the most important person in my life. Please, I beg of you-”

He moved to touch me again but I quickly raised both hands and pushed him away hard, a gesture that wouldn’t have done much given his height and strength, but it was Harry, and Harry reacted to my discomfort. He pulled away instantly and took a few strides back.

“Y/N,” he murmured, defeated. “will you not hear me out? Please.”

“I have and I can’t any longer, Harry,” I exhaled desperately. My hands rubbed the skin beneath my eyes to wipe away any wetness left on the skin. “Even looking at you doesn’t feel the same anymore. You kissed her! I can’t even say it without feeling like I’ll have to vomit! This is too much for me, can’t you see that?”

Harry looked as if I had hit him right across his face. His cheeks were red and his mouth open in shock. He tried to reach me again but seemed to change his mind and he let his hands drop to his sides.

“From the day we met, I have done nothing but love you! I’ve put you first, I sacrificed so much and this is what I get? How is that fair? Tell me ‘cause I’m stumped!”

“Listen to me,” he spoke in an urgent tone. His pleading came unexpected as I had gotten used to him screaming at me with nothing but anger in his voice.

“I’ll leave. Okay? I promise not to come back until you ask me to. I’ll give you time,” his voice cracked and he coughed, “away from me. But please, stay here. I need to know you’re safe.”

His eyes searched my face and widened when I nodded. Sleeping at a hotel somewhere in London wasn’t something I was exactly eager to do and since the entire argument was all his fault in my eyes, it may as well be him who suffers the consequences. Though the whole situation did cause me suffering as well.

“Fine,” I agreed quietly.

“I’ll get a few things and then I’ll be gone.”

He looked like he had hoped I’d say something along the line of a request to make him stay, but I only nodded again and watched as he slowly left the kitchen. I didn’t move, even when I heard him rummaging in our drawers and the zipper of a bag being pulled. The pit of my stomach felt like a vacuum, an empty space that pushed all my organs out its way to fill my body with uneasiness. Soon Harry was standing in the doorway of the kitchen, fully dressed and with his bag over his shoulder.

“I’ll… ehm… I’ll go now. You’ll be alright?”

“I think so,” I croaked.

We stared at each other for a minute. His lips partnered as he bit back so much he had to say, before deciding against it.

“Can I ask one thing from you before I go?”

I hesitated but nodded. Harry sighed and clenched and unclenched his hands.

“Kiss me? I don’t want to leave without one more kiss from you.”

The desperation in his voice caught my attention and kept me from shouting at him for even asking. I understood that he didn’t ask out of lust for me or so that he could prove a point. His eyes pleaded me to let him have one reminder as he feared I would decide to end our relationship while he was absent.

“Just one,” I murmured and forced myself not to step back as he approached me.

Harry carefully touched my cheek and whimpered upon feeling how sore my skin was. I reached my own arms up as he gently nudged my nose with his before leaning in further until his warm mouth met mine. I whined in surprise as he didn’t go slow like he usually did, but pushed his tongue against my lips in order to get me to open them the second they pressed against his. Harry cradled my face in both hands to keep me from moving away as he guided the kiss. Just as I felt myself loosing to him he pulled away.
His eyes stared at me as if he tried to speak through them, but before I could say anything he turned and exited the room.
I jumped when I heard the door slam shut forcefully. My heart ached at the faint sound of his car pulling up on the street as he drove away, leaving me alone in our big and empty home. It took less than ten minutes of him gone before the events of the night came crushing down on me, causing hysterical cries to leave my mouth as I crouched down on the floor. I didn’t bother quieting my sobs and allowed myself to be absorbed in my hurt. At first it surprised me that none of our neighbors came to check up on me, but it soon occurred to me that they had most likely heard Harry and I argue and seen him drive away. A sudden fear crept through me and I jumped to my feet. As it was very late it had got dark outside a long time ago. I knew how crazy the Londoner streets around our house got by this hour and I instantly reached for my phone. How could I have made him drive? My heart ached at the thought of something happening to him; I wouldn’t be able to bare it. Before my fingers could dial the familiar phone number, I stopped. I was acting foolish and simply tried to invent a reason for me to call him back. His presence was already missed dearly.
I made my way up to our bathroom, undressed and stepped into the shower. Hot water touching my skin always washed away any tension, today however, it did little to calm me. At least it killed time. Once dressed I grabbed a blanked and curled up on the couch, but it felt much too big without a second body there. I uncomfortably stretched my limps and after flipping through various channels I switched the TV off. I rested one of my hands against my forehead and momentarily closed my eyes.

Think Y/N. Think. What are the facts?

Harry had kissed a girl that wasn’t me. He had betrayed me in the most hurtful way and had gone against the one promise he’d made me he swore was as sacred to him as it was to me. He cheated. Another cry left my lips and I cursed my eyes for letting more tears fall as an image of him having sex with her shot through my head. My stomach turned. My Harry laying bare on a bed for someone who wasn’t me? I had always hated to as much as imagine him with women before we started dating, but to think of him sleeping with someone else while he had me was something entirely else. Unimaginable almost.

I decided he couldn’t have. Though I had believed him kissing someone else was impossible, too, sex was an entirely different department and I knew he would never cross that line. After all, he did tell me about it. He came home and immediately owned up to everything.
It had hurt just as much as I imagined hearing it through the media would have, but his honesty still meant a lot to me.

His reaction could have been a better one, though. The second I had began questioning him for details about how exactly the girl had gotten to be in a position this close to him, he raised his voice. I understood his anger at my doubts in him, but how could he possibly blame me? There were pictures for god’s sake! And they didn’t exactly show him particularly disgusted to be making out with a fan.
But what if his loud reaction had been his desperation shining through as he tried to show me how scared he was of losing us?

“Oh, Harry,” I whispered. “What are you doing to me.”

Maybe what I had said earlier was true. This happened because no one knew he had a girlfriend. Girls wouldn’t push themselves at him anymore once they knew, right? Okay, some might, but I knew there were fans who respected the girlfriends. And maybe what he had said was true, too. That he had always been faithful to me and didn’t deserve to be doubted by me. If only I could have collected my emotions and let him explain himself better.
I loved him so much. Too much maybe.
One glance to the clock told me that Harry had now been gone for over three hours already. The ache in my chest increased and I missed my boyfriend’s presence more and more by the second. I unlocked my phone and opened his chat where my fingers quickly flew over the keys.

Come home?

His answer came so quickly it made me smile in relief and picture him sitting beside his phone all night, awaiting a message from me.

You sure?

My phone buzzed again before I could reply.

Never mind. Don’t tell me. I’m on my way.

And again.

I’ll be there in 30. I love you. xx

Warmth spread through my body and I smiled. I patted the pillow I rested my head on and sighed happily, knowing that he’d be back soon. For the first time this evening, I felt at ease.

….

“Y/N?”

I felt a hand on my shoulder and then one pressed against my hips. My head felt dizzy and my eyes too heavy to fully open as I was lifted up and scooped into Harry’s arms.

“Why were you sleeping down here, baby? Did you forget our incredibly comfortable bed upstairs?” Harry softly chuckled.

“Mhmm,” I hummed, nuzzling his neck, finding comfort in his warmth. My heart swelled and I felt like I could finally breathe again as my chest pressed against his when he pulled me against himself tightly.

“I can’t believe you fought me to leave you the bed and sleep somewhere else, only for you to take the couch. Makes no sense, love, does it?”

Harry smiled when the only answer he received from me was a whine. He carried me upstairs and gently placed me on our soft mattress. Careful fingers unzipped the thin material I wore over my shirt before he slid off my sweats, leaving me in just the shirt and a pair of knickers. All of a sudden his presence was gone again.

“Harry?” I called out for him as I propped myself up on my elbows.

“I’m gonna sleep in the guest room, my angel” his quiet voice hummed from somewhere in the room.

“Why?” I couldn’t hide the disappointment in my voice. I had expected us to be fine now and him to cuddle with me. My mind was too tired to think about any more reasons to argue with him. I longed for this to become one of the quiet and comfortable nights we always had.

“You said you needed space, my love. Wanted away from me, remember?”

I could particularly hear his pout in his voice before a chuckle rumbled through the room when I vigorously shook my head. My shoulders relaxed as I noticed how calm he seemed.

“I changed my mind,” I whined and sat up, reaching both arms out into the direction I believed him standing since the darkness prevented me from actually seeing him. “Come here. Need you to make me warm again.”

Harry didn’t make any noise. I hated not seeing him and sighed as my eyes finally adjusted to the darkness. He stood near the door, an expression of hesitation on his face. There was a small smile playing on his lips, however, and I could see the relief in his eyes upon my request of him staying with me.
He didn’t move fast, as if he was expecting me to change my ming any second, but my breath hitched when I felt the bed dip under the weight of another body. Harry crawled onto his side of the bed, pulling the covers higher over the both of us. He sprawled out beside me and his eyes locked with mine.

“Hi,” he murmured quietly.

I reached out my hand and he entwined our fingers. I smiled when he leaned forward and pressed his lips to my knuckles. A giggle escaped his lips when I pulled at his hand, motioning him to move closer to me. Following my silent request he pushed himself up and laid his body down closer to mine, close enough for me to feel the warmth radiating off of him.

“Hey,” I breathed.

We stared at each other. His green eyes were clear and lightly swollen, telling me that he had cried at least as much as I did.

“I’m so sorry,” he promised in a low whisper.

I shook my head to silence him.

“Harry,” I breathed, brushing his hair from his forehead. “You know you mean the world to me. I want nothing less than to lose you, you must know that.”

“I don’t want to lose you either, Y/N,” Harry spoke and leaned forward to bury his nose against my shoulder and in my hair.

“You’ve proven me often enough that I can trust you,” I continued and reached up one hand so that I could caress his neck.
“Tell me your side of the story,” I suggested, “I’ll listen properly this time and will believe you, whatever it is you tell me.”

“Okay,” Harry agreed and tugged on my hand, followed by giving it a gentle squeeze.

“I was at Sainsbury’s to get your tea like you asked me to, when all of a sudden this girl showed up and she just grabbed my face and began kissing me. She fisted my hair and shirt so I couldn’t get her off of me without hurting her, which I obviously didn’t want to do either. I really had to push her several times before she lessened her grip, but of course that wasn’t until some damn photographer’s took pictures of it. I’m so sorry,” he choked on the last word, “Y/N I never meant for you to get hurt like this. I know what it looks like. But I swear to you, the kiss wasn’t mutual. I didn’t kiss back and I haven’t seen the girl since, nor would I ever want to! I’m so sorry. Please believe me.”

A sob left his lips and I shuddered as wet tears dripped onto my neck.

“Sh, Harry, it’s okay,” I tried to reassure him.

“No it’s not, I mean look at you. You’re hurt and you’ve been crying. And I yelled at you when you aren’t the one who made the mistake. I’m such an asshole. ”

“That’s not true, Harry. You’re nothing like an asshole. At all.”

Harry sniffled and pulled back so he could look at me. The back of my hands moved up to brush over his temples before taking hold of his face.

“I love you so much,” I told him. “You didn’t to anything wrong. I should have believed you in the first place instead of doubting you. You’ve always been faithful to me, a picture shouldn’t have been able to ruin all that.”

I gently stroke over his eyelid with the tip of my finger. The skin felt sore and I sighed sadly.
“I’m sorry I caused you so much pain.”

His hands held my waist and pulled me against him. Harry shuffled further down and pressed his head against my shoulder. I rested my chin on his head and kissed his hair. I felt him breath heavily as if he wanted to say something and couldn’t find the words. Finally all he said was:

“I love you.”

“Love you, too, Harry” I whispered.

Silence settled upon us and I felt like there was nothing more we could say, but we didn’t fall asleep full. Harry didn’t move until the very early morning. It was only then that he allowed me to move my arms from around his shoulders to around his waist as he crawled up to lay closer by the headboard.

“M'gonna tell the world about us tomorrow,” he murmured, “Want everyone to know that m'taken.”

I sighed and nodded. “Please do.”

We stayed cuddled like that for several more hours before he rolled over me. His mouth found mine in a slow kiss and his hands reached down to pull at the hem of my knickers. We didn’t bother taking off my shirt or completely pushing down his boxers, only freeing what was needed.
I kissed him tenderly and blindly reached behind him to pull the covers over both of our heads.

Thank you so much for reading! Feedback is always welcome and so are requests, though I’m quite busy at the moment and it will take me some time to finish anything I start new right now. 

The rest of what I wrote you can find here: 

http://harryimaginedstories.tumblr.com/post/144920695218/masterlist