nothing would be the same if you did not exist

six of crows au where kuwei doesn’t exist

  • nina and matthias never have that moment where they realize they’re on the same side and therefore can’t trust each other
  • by some miracle they make it out of the ice court alive without nina having any parem
  • wylan never finds the courage to stand beside jesper on the way home because he’s too shy in his own skin
  • without the promise of reward for the scientist inej doesn’t consider her dream of hunting slavers possible, which means she never tells kaz so he has no reason to ask her to stay in ketterdam with him, and inej goes on thinking he doesn’t have deeper feelings for her
  • they go back to the barrel empty handed and their friendships never strengthen and most importantly to kaz—they never make their millions
  • pekka, heleen and van eck are still at large 
  • kaz never gets the help he needs to find inej’s parents
  • there’s really no reason to work with wylan again since raske is better with demolition after all and they’re not working with jan anymore
  • jesper’s life lacks chaos without any big heists and he goes back to gambling regularly
  • and poor matthias
  • he still meets his fate the same way when it’s found out he’s not in hellgate anymore. but the sad difference is it would have all been for nothing….

spoiler: it’s just not realistic.jpg stop acting like the story could exist without him. he’s a crucial character thanks bye

What if...

…for his next charity merch Mark did something new. Not with the design, or the Markipliers Heroes on the sleeve. Nope all of that was the same. 

But - on the label. He wrote a tiny message. He only chose a few. But for those few he found who the person was (nothing creepy, the purchase was linked to your social media.) and made a personalised message for them.

Mine would be ‘Thank you for existing Oosh’. What would yours be?

Everyone needs to see this

you are not here just to fill space or to be a background character in someone else’s movie. consider this:[ nothing would be the same if you did not exist.] every place you have ever been and everyone you have ever spoken to would be different without you. we are all connected, and we are all affected by the decisions and even the existence of those around us.

A Strange Kind Of Home 2

Author: AvengeSuperWhoLock

Word Count: 1976

Pairing: BuckyxReader

Summary: You finally get Bucky onto the Quinjet, but just when he convinces himself that the two of you must be lovers, Clint throws a monkey in the wrenches by implying that Bucky hadn’t loved you for a long time.

Part 1 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9

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You are not just here to fill space or be a background character in someone else’s movie. Consider this: nothing would be the same if you did not exist. Every place you have ever been and everyone you have ever spoken to would be different without you. We are all connected, and we are all affected by the decisions and even the existence of those around us.
—  David Niven
How to Save Hawke from the Fade Theory

First I just want to say - wow. Thank you guys. I’m so happy that you enjoyed my Fenris Theory post, I have only had tumblr for about a week and I was not expecting one of my first posts to blow up like that. Like I said, I’ve only had tumblr for a short time, but I think…over 500 notes in a day is a lot? I’m not sure, but either way, I’m super happy. It has inspired me to share more of my ideas with you guys, so thanks again!

But back to the main point here.

Okay, like you, and probably a million other people who played Inquisition, I’m sure we all narrowed our eyes when we saw that little “If you leave them in the fade they will probably die” thing when we have to choose between killing our Hawke or the Warden.

I know for sure I did.

I’m referring to this:

I was like…you say “likely”, hmm? Well, I’m going to take that and run. So here we go.

Here’s a theory that stemmed from my initial theory for Fenris. (If you haven’t read that, I would highly advise reading that one first so that this makes more sense to you. I’ll post the link here:

I stated before that I believe that Fenris is a perfect lyrium catalyst. The ritual that made him that way made the lyrium that’s carved into his flesh alive. Fenris can choose to activate it whenever he wants, and it’s very much serving its purpose.

So, just for confirmation, I’ll restate that I think that when Fenris phases, he’s actually phasing in and out of the fade at will.

Now, let me clarify something that a lot of people had questions on about this. Some of you were wondering how that could work considering entering the fade shouldn’t be this easy. Good question.

Fenris’s abilities give him the power to phase into the fade very similarly to how a mage does when they allow themselves to walk the fade in their waking dreams. But - it’s not quite like that. Fenris’s markings have made him into this living, breathing, walking, talking lyrium catalyst. This means that when he phases, a physical part of him is entering the fade.

Now don’t get me wrong, physically entering the fade isn’t easy, so let me disclaim that by stating that it’s not necessarily his entire arm that is physically entering the fade, he’s merely offsetting the balance that he has in reality, so that more of his arm is in the fade than in reality.

I really hope that makes sense.

Moving on.

With a little more practice and perhaps support of magic and more lyrium, I fully believe that Fenris would be able to tap into the essence of the physical fade, find, and likely, with help, pull Hawke (or the Warden, though for this purpose I’m using Hawke) out of there.

How, you ask, could he do this? Let me answer that.

Lyrium, in its raw form, is the only thing that is consistent between the mortal realm and the fade. This means that it’s both as real as in the fade as it is in reality, which means that Fenris is too. However, Fenris, having no experience or will to even fathom trying to channel himself into the fade, only lives in reality except when he chooses to have one of his appendages phase into the fade, grab a man’s heart, and rip it out.

It’s no small feat either, as it’s very evident in his banter, mainly with Bethany, that it hurts like hell.

Now, let me first preface this by stating something about Fenris and lyrium.

If Fenris is lyrium, I cannot emphasize this enough, that means that he, LIKE LYRIUM, exists just as much in the real world as he does in the fade. However, because he is a living, breathing lyrium catalyst in a mortal body, his form first originated in reality, and therefore, that is the side that he sees.

I believe that, in a ritual that is very similar to the Harrowing, that Fenris would be able to attune to his lyrium markings and physically enter the fade.

With enough lyrium, eventually the reality of the world would not mask the lyrium that’s blended in Fenris’s skin and body. This would upset the balance that he had between his mortal form and his fade form and turn the odds in favor of his fade form. He would have little option but to find himself in the realm of the fade. His physical body, however, would likely still be able to roam freely between the two realms because that’s how it is for lyrium too. They both exist in reality and the fade at the same time.

At this time I think Fenris would be caught between the real world and the fade, though what he would see would only be the fade. He’d very similarly be in a perpetual “lyrium ghost” stage, except it’s far more intense so that instead of just part of him phasing, his entire being would be phased into the fade. Not just a part of him, say his arm, his legs, or his body, but his being would phase.

As more of a thorough explanation, though Fenris’s body is lit up with lyrium during his passive skill “lyrium ghost”, I don’t believe that his entirety is phasing into the fade, merely a part. However, with more help, his entire self would be able to phase. (And yes, it would hurt. A lot. But that makes it all the more dramatic, don’t you think? I’m getting some ficy ideas here. Heheh.)

I know I repeated myself like ten times, but it’s super important to understand.

I’m sure some of you are wondering, too, “wait a second - wouldn’t the spirits, if he truly did exist in the fade and reality at the same time, be able to find him, hurt him, or even posses him?”


Nope, nope, nope. A codex I read as well as the Wiki article states that lyrium in the fade is “unclaimed” by spirits. It seems as though spirits either don’t notice it, or don’t care to involve themselves with it. It’s nothing to them, therefore I think that spirits would mainly see Fenris’s fade form as nothing but lyrium. They’d sure as hell be curious, though.

I hope that makes sense, lol.


That is one way it could be done…

Another way to do this would be to get Fenris to the Crossroads.

There, though not the fade, it is very close to it. And as we all recall, this was one of the reasons Corypheus was trying to get there, because, with enough power, he believed he could tear down the barrier.

Being so near the fade would allow Fenris to attune to his markings and easily breach the barrier of the fade, therefore effortlessly slipping into it. I think that could be done solely on his own, too, mainly because they are already so close to the fade. Then, he would be able to cross the veil and make his way around the fade and find Hawke.

I don’t believe that Fenris would have to tear down any barriers, I think he would simply have to attune to his markings and focus so that he chose to be inside the fade.

Good. We’ve established exactly how Fenris can get in and out of the fade.


Except not really, because this does not lead us to an explanation of how to get Hawke out of there.

But fear not, for I have one!

One simple explanation would be to get the Inquisitor to, very briefly, open a rift in the fade, giving Fenris enough time to drag Hawke out of there.


I’m not sure how much time would have passed, but perhaps by the time Fenris had learned he was able to pull stunts like phasing into the fade, then the Inquisitor might have already had their arm chopped off. So that eliminates the possibility of Hawke getting out that way.

Alright, so leaving the Inquisitor’s anchor out of the equation, here’s another idea.

Kieren was able to step through the eluvian into the fade - and this is where I’d draw my theory as to how they could get him out.

Though I’m sure this was some trick of Flemeth (who is Mythal), what this means is that there is a very real possibility that eluvians are just as easily able to lead people into the fade, crossroads, and mortal realm.

More importantly, however, if your Inquisitor was the one to drink from the Well of Sorrows, this means that they should, theoretically, have the answer as to how Mythal was able to get the eluvian to open into the fade.

If this was the case, then this means that Fenris would have to locate an eluvian in the fade (which we all saw were like - freaking abundant in the physical fade) find Hawke, and get them the hell out of there.

Then they’d have to find the eluvian which was activated by the Inquisitor and link it with the same one in the physical fade, or perhaps they’d have to find a way to activate the one in the fade too, then they might run into a problem that they’d eluvian-through a different area of their world, and I haven’t even mentioned the fact that Fen’harel now has control of the mirrors -

-Okay, I get it. That’s insane.

But. It. Works. That’s all that really matters. The theory is plausible.

It’d take some hard core negotiation with Solas (cause he owns those eluvians now) and a crazy fan-fic to detail that adventure, and I may try my hand at it some day, but what matters is that it could actually be done.

Another thought, say the Inquisitor didn’t drink from the Well of Sorrows and Morrigan freaking disappeared again, would be for efforts to go into restoring Merrill’s mirror. It would be a lot harder, but all eluvians have the capability of getting to the Crossroads.

Anyway, these are all just theories, but I’m mainly trying to state that the eluvians are definitely an option of getting Hawke physically out of there.

Noooowww you all may be wondering “wait a freaking second, if that was possible, couldn’t anyone enter the fade to find him?”

Oh. Oops. I suppose so.


We have to remember, guys, that the fade is just as big, if not bigger, than the entirety of reality. So if anyone just randomly popped through the eluvian, who the hell knows where they’d end up, and if they’d ever be able to get back, not to mention how they hell they’d find Hawke.

Great. Now they’re both trapped.

This is why Fenris is so important. He doesn’t need an eluvian, he just needs to get Hawke to one.

And considering the Harrowing-like ritual I mentioned before, there’s a possibility that they could do that in the same location Hawke disappeared or “died”. Then Fenris would have a better idea of where he could find Hawke.


I know that’s a lot. And please, if I’ve left any open ends (which I sure might have) or if you have questions I will gladly answer them. If I get enough I could probably make a theory out of your guys’ questions haha. I have this huge theory rolling around in my head, and I may have missed some points that need addressing, so please feel free to add, question, confirm, or even debunk!

Though it is all just theory, honestly, I think it works!

No one hates men more than men.

I think I just realized one of the major things i hate about all these men who speak against feminism. The popular saying is “feminists hate men”….Are you really so ignorant? You know who hates men the most? Other men. I was just talking about how this guy was using the fact that many girl gamers advocated for diversity in blizzard entertainment , and that though Zarya (a Russian Bodybuilder) was added to the cast of Overwatch that the male roster is still full of perfect bodied men. Now the argument wasnt the intelligent argument…”Add plus sized men to the cast”, his argument was “since they arent supporting diverse men (and fyi they are, thats just a strawman of his) that women never should have been "pandered” to in the first place.

He wasnt fighting for diversity in the male characters, he was saying it was lacking and so it should be the same for the women. That is so much B.S.

But the kicker is: I’ve heard men talk. And its nothing but “eww why would you want to play a dwarf, they are fat and hairy” “ew why did they even add pandaren to the game? No one wants to play a fatass”

The people who rise up and insult and demean the existence of diverse male characters is not women. its men.
Men kill men. Men are offended when a man who doesnt fit their body standards is seen as successful or desirable . Men have such fragile egos and dont like it when there is the slightest POSSIBILITY that someone saying one thing could insinuate that their way could be wrong. How dare anyone  doubt them!

I am a man and I need feminism because Feminism states I am not the expendable Gender. Feminism states i can be a nurturing caretaker, Feminism states I can be creative, Feminism states that my emotions dont make me less of a person. I am a feminist and I do not hate men. It is anti-feminists who hate men AND women, whether or not they realize it.

Underrated/Rookie Groups to Look Out For (with song suggestions)! (Feel free to add)*Updated

100%: Ubeauty / Beat / Want U Back
1punch: Turn Me Back / Nightmare
2000won: I’ve Come to Hate Seoul / GOODBAM
24K: Secret LoveHey You
4K: Bye Bye Bye
4ten (poten): Tornado / Why
A.Cian: Ouch / Just Leave
Alphabat: Tantara / Surprise Party
A6P: Face Off
AKZ: Wa / 청담동그녀
Awesome baby - Why should I
Badkiz: Babomba / Ear Attack
Bambino: Oppa Oppa / Mongsapo Beach
BESTie: Excuse Me / Thank You Very Much
B.I.G: Between Night and Music / Are You Ready?
Bigflo: Delilah / Bad Mama Jama
Bigstar: Run and Run / Be Brave
Blady: Come to Me
Blast: Git It Girl
The Boss: Rilla Go / Who? / Why Goodbye
Boys Republic: Hello / Video Game
BTL: Too G
C-Clown: Justice / Let’s Love
Chocolat: Black Tinkerbell / I like it
CLC: Pepe / Like
Cross Gene: Amazing Bad Lady / Play Wirh Me
Dickpunks: WE YOUNG / Goodbye Girlfriend
Dalshabet: Joker / Big Baby Baby
December: She’s Gone
D.Holic: Chewy
Delight: Hate You! / MEGA YAK
Evol: We are a bit different/Get Up
Excite: Try Again / We Just
EXID: Ah Yeah / I Feel Good
F.Cuz: CHA-GA-WA / Dreaming I
FIESTAR: We Don’t Stop / You’re Pitiful
FIX: She’s My Girl
FlaShe: My Day / Star of Stars
G-Friend: Glass Bead / Me Gustas Tu
GI: ㄱ(Gi-yeuk) / Bullshit
GOT2B: Only You
Halo: Can You Hear Me? / Come on Now
Hello Venus: What Are You Doing Today? / Wiggle Wiggle
HIGH4: Baby Boy / Headache
History: Dreamer / What Am I To You
HOTSHOT: Midnight Sun / Take a Shot
Jace: My Serenade / Goodbye
JJCC: Fire / At First
K-Much: December 24 / Good to Go
Laboum: Sugar Sugar
Ladies’ Code: I’m Fine, Thank You / So Wonderful (I still cry when I listen to I’m Fine, Thank You. May they rest in peace)
LC9: Hold On / Mama Beat
LedApple: Someone met by chance/ Run To You
Legend: Left Out / Shadow
Lip Service: Too Fancy / Yum Yum Yum
Lovelyz: Hi~ / Goodnight Like Yesterday
Lu:Kus So into U / Break Ya
Lunafly: Superhero / Can I Kiss You
M.I.7: We The Best 
M.I.B: Falling Flower / Nod Along
M4M: Sadness
Madtown: New World / YOLO
Mamamoo: Don’t Be Happy / Um Oh Ah Ye
Minx: Why Did You Come to my Home / Love Shake
Melody Day: Love Me
Monsta X: Steal Your Heart / Trespass
MrMr: Do You Feel Me / Out
MYNAME: Too Very So Much / Message
N.Flying: Awesome / Heartbreak
Nine Muses:Hurt Locker / Dolls
NOLZA: Bubi Boom / Candy Boy
NOM: Kidding Me
Notice: Dangerous
NOXX: Going Crazy
N-Sonic: Blackout / Run and Run
N*White: Hello Boy / Paradise
Oh My Girl: Cupid / Hot Summer Nights
Phantom: Burning / I Already Know
Pocket Girls: Bbang Bbang
Purfles: 1, 2, 3
Rainbow: Black Swan / Tell Me Tell Me
Rion Five: 뚝뚝뚝 /  Tears Are Falling
Romeo: Lovesick / Smile
Royal Pirates: Betting Everything / Drawing the Line
Say Yes: Get Out / Feels Good
Seventeen: Adore U / 20
SHU-I: So in Luv / Bomb Bomb Bomb
SPEED: It’s Over / Baby U
Sonamoo: Deeply Love / Just Go
Spica : You don’t love me / Tonight
Stellar: Vibrato / Fool
Step Girl: Step Girl
Supernova: On Days That I Miss You / Goodbye
SUS4: Shake It
Tahiti: Phone Number / Love Sick
Target: Please Love Me
The Ark: Light
TimeZ: Awaken / Hurray For Idols
Topp Dogg: Arario / Peekaboo
Touch: Let’s Walk Together / I
Tren-D: Candy Boy / Jung
Two X: Ring Ma Bell
Underdog: Delete / Zombie Run
UNIQ: Falling in Love / EOEO
WannaB: Attention
Wassup :  Nom nom nom / Shup Up U
Wings: Hair Short / Blossom
Ye-a: Up and Down
ZE:A: Ghost of the Wind / Phoenix
ZPZG: AOAO / Go Crazy

Feel free to add if there’s any I missed. This was really time-consuming and while I tried my best,  I know there’s probably (definitely) quite a few I missed.
I tried not to include groups that were confirmed to have disbanded/that I was aware disbanded but I may have included some so I apologize for that. On the same note, if you want other great music and can handle the fact that the group no longer exists, feel free to contact me. I also did not include solo artists and would be glad to give suggestions on them as well

Lapidot fic: Kiss and Make up

Quick little oneshot/Redemption AU

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“Now each one of you needs to apologize to one another,” Steven announced to the newly allied gems, “Lapis, Peridot, you two are first.”

“Okay,” Lapis replied wearily, but was happy to assist Steven’s efforts.

Steven smiled, “Okay, everyone else out to the beach to have some fun,” he grabbed Jasper’s large hand, “Come on, Jasper.  I’m gonna show you how to build a sand castle!”

“Uh, what?” Jasper asked as she was pulled outside with the other gems.

Peridot and Lapis were now left alone.

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What Happens In Vegas

Pairing - Jungkook x Reader (Taehyung is a main character as well)

Genre - Stripper Au

Word Count - 2297

Part 3/?

Warnings - Sexually Explicit Content (Y/n Is a stripper)

A/n -Just as a disclaimer I want everyone to remember that this is FANFICTION. So even though Taehyung is a complete jerk in this series, we all know that he is an amazingly sweet person and nothing like how hes portrayed here. Thanks for reading! (:

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight  

I woke to the sun shining brightly through my window. I was excited because today was my first day off in a while. Today was the day that I was going to pamper myself.

I went to get my nails and hair done and did a bit of shopping. I knew it was important to take care of myself and Tae never forgot to remind me of that fact.

After everything was finished, it was around six and I headed home. I wondered if my boyfriend would be there or out taking care of business.

To my surprise he was home. I entered the house taking off my shoes at the entrance and walking into the kitchen where I heard movement.

Taehyung was standing in front of the stove so I walked over to him wrapping my arms around his torso from behind.

“Hey sexy.” He said when he realized it was me.

“What is this, are you actually cooking me dinner?” I asked amazed by the kind gesture.

“Yes I am, you’ve been working really hard lately and I wanted to do something special for you.” He said.

“That’s so sweet Tae.” I said kissing him on the cheek.

“Go sit at the table, It’s almost ready.” He said as he grabbed plates out of the cabinet.

“Wow you’re even going to serve me? There has to be some sort of catch to this.” I sat down at the table and waited for him to bring me my food.

He carried over our plates and we began to have a decent meal. It had been so long since we had sat down together to enjoy a meal, Taehyung was so busy that we hardly spent quality time together.

“How was your day?” He asked.

“Good I bought some cute outfits that I can use at the club.” I said.

“Buying clothes to impress your little boyfriend from last night?” He asked.

“My boyfriend?”

“Don’t see that guy anymore.” He demanded out of the blue.

“Which boy are you referring to?” I asked.

“The boy from last night who you exchanged numbers with. You didn’t think I saw that did you?” He asked taking a sip of his drink.

“Oh you mean Jungkook. We exchanged numbers just in case he comes to town again, he isn’t from here.” I told him.

“You know y/n I don’t like it when you do sneaky things.” He said in a disapproving tone.

“Tae what are you talking about? I wasn’t trying to be sneaky, I just thought - ”

“Delete his number.”

“Okay fine, I’ll delete it.” It annoyed me that he was getting so upset that I had one guy’s number. He had so many girl’s numbers that I had lost count.

“Good girl.” He said as he continued to eat his food.

“You know, it bothers me when you get jealous of customers Tae. You know that I would never cheat on you. Don’t you trust me?” I asked.

“Of course I trust you baby. I know you would never cheat on me after all I’ve done for you. It’s not you I don’t trust, it’s him. I see the way he looks at you, I don’t like it at all.”

“I’m a stripper and I’m nearly naked when he sees me. Of course he stares at me.” I replied back.

“I’m finished with this conversation. How does the food taste?” He asked calmly.

Another one of my boyfriend’s annoying habits, changing the subject whenever he felt necessary. If Taehyung said the conversation was over than the conversation was over, no questions asked.

“Fine, but I have a favor to ask.”

“What is it?”

“I know it’s not my place but I have a friend who really needs a job. She’s a great dancer, if you hired her I would really appreciate.” I told him getting up from my seat to sit in his lap and wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Yes, I’ll hire her.” He said without hesitation.

“Really?” I replied excited tone evident in my voice.

“Of course, anything for you babe.” He said as he stroked my cheek.

“She is going to be really grateful for this opportunity. She just had a child and she could really use the money. Her name is Zoe, let me give you her number.”

“What did you just say her name was, Zoe?” He asked his demeanor had changed immediately.

“Yes Zoe, is there something wrong?”

“No, tell her I’ll meet her in an hour. I suddenly want to meet her as soon as possible.” He said standing up from his seat.

“Thank you so much baby.” I said hugging him.

Taehyung went to meet Zoe and interview her and after I had cleaned and showered I decided to relax on the sofa and watch television.

I took out my phone and went through my contact list remembering that I had Jungkook’s number.

I knew that I needed to delete It, I had no reason to be talking to Jungkook anyway. For some reason though, I found it difficult to do so.

I thought it would be nice to talk to him every once in a while. I enjoyed speaking with him and I selfishly didn’t want to delete his number.

But Taehyung had done so much for me. He didn’t want me to have Jungkook’s number and I could kind of understand why. He probably thought that Jungkook was interested in me but I knew that wasnt the case.

I stared at the number for a while before finally deciding to obey Tae’s orders and delete the number.

I held my finger over the delete button before finally pushing it and to my shock realizing that I had actually pressed call instead of delete.

I hurriedly hung up the phone and threw it across the sofa.

If it only rang once the call wouldn’t have went through right?

The call did go through and moments later my phone was ringing. I stood up from the sofa pacing back in forth while it rang.

I shouldn’t answer it. I definitely shouldn’t answer. I thought before I suddenly made a mad dash for the phone to answer it before he hung up.

“H- hello?” I stuttered.

“Hey Y/n did you call?” He asked.

His voice on the phone was a bit deeper than it was in person. My heart reacted in a weird way when he spoke and I felt butterflies in my stomach all of a sudden.

“Hi, um yes it was an accident sorry.”

“No worries, I actually wanted to hear from you but I wasn’t sure if you could talk.” He replied.

“Oh, yeah I can talk.” I said sitting back down on the sofa.

“By the way was everything okay with your boyfriend. He seemed a bit upset last night.”

“Oh yeah don’t worry about him, he’s just really over protective.”

“Ah, I see. Well I’m glad he isn’t upset with you.” He replied.

“Did you go to work today?” I asked changing the subject.

“Yeah I did, what about you?”

“No, I never work on Mondays.”

“What did you do then?” He asked.

“Just ran errands. Nothing special. Are you at your house right now?”

“Yes I’m being lazy in bed. What about you?”

“Same, well not in bed but on the sofa. Haha”

“Is your boyfriend home?”

“No, he’s interviewing someone. What about your girlfriend?” I asked. He had never mentioned having a girlfriend but I was interested in knowing if he did.

I had also kind of assumed he would considering how handsome and kind he was.

“My non existent girlfriend? No she’s not home at the moment.” He replied jokingly.

“You really don’t have a girlfriend?” I asked.

“No I don’t.”

“Then do you live at home with your parents?”

“No I moved out at a rather young age, I just wanted some independence.”

“I see. You seem to really have your life together.” I replied.

“You think so? Thank you. I still feel like I’m really far away from where I wanna be in life though.”

“Well we are still young so, we have a lot of time.” I said.

“Are you happy y/n, with your life?” He asked.

Am I happy? That question was foreign to me. I hadn’t been asked that ever and I had never really thought about happiness much. I just lived my life day by day the way it was.

“I don’t know If I would use that word. But I do know that I’m content. I work hard for the money that I make and I get taken care of well.”

“By your boyfriend?” He asked.

“Yes, I know he may seem a bit… much. But he’s a really good guy.” I said.

“Is he really? He seems sort of possessive from what I can tell.”

“Well, he can be a little possessive and controlling. But that’s just his personality. He’s only that way because he wants thing to work out well for us.” I said defending Taehyung.

“If you say so. I dont know, I just feel like a man should treat his woman different.” He said.

“Okay, and how would you treat your woman?” I asked.

“Well first of all I wouldn’t treat her like an item. Like she’s my own personal property. I’d treat her like a queen.”

“Wow, even if her choice of employment is looked down upon?” I asked.

“That doesn’t change who she is as a person. What you do for a living doesn’t make you any less valuable y/n. Do you feel like it does?” He asked.

I sat in silence for a moment, pondering my response. If I was being honest it did. I put on such a front and pretended that I didn’t care about what people said about my profession when in actuality, I did care.

“I don’t feel like I’m worthless or anything. I just don’t feel like I deserve to be treated any better than the way I am currently treated. Does that make sense to you?”

“It hear what you are saying but it doesn’t make sense to me. You shouldn’t feel that way, I really think it’s because of the person you’re dating.” He replied.

“I appreciate your concern, but you don’t know Taehyung like I do.” I said.

“You’re right I don’t and I’m fine with that, I dont want to know him. But I would like to get to know you more.” He said causing me to blush. I was glad that this wasn’t a face to face conversation or else I would be really embarrassed.

“Me? Why?” I replied.

“I keep asking myself the same thing. Why do I keep thinking about this girl that I hardly even know. Then I see you and even now hearing your voice on the phone. There’s just something about you I like.”

“Well thank you.”

“No problem, and don’t worry I’m not trying to hit on you. I just want to be friends, for now.” He spoke.

For now?

Taehyung’s POV

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

At this point Taehyung was fuming. It was evident in the way that he was driving as he sped along the highway.

He needed to make it to her house as soon as he could. He needed to see for himself, he needed proof.

When he arrived to her house he banged on the door waiting for her to answer.

When she opened the door she looked like death. Her hair was a complete mess and she looked like she had just woken up after a very drunken night.

“Oppa?” She said as she opened the door.

“How dare you reach out to y/n?” Taehyung said as he walked into her apartment.

“You were refusing to answer my phone calls, I even showed up at your club looking for you. Oppa I gave birth to a child, your child.”

“Bullshit.” Taehyung replied looking around for the baby.

“I’m serious and I can prove it if you want. I lied to you when I said I was on birth control. I tried to call you when I found out I was pregnant. You continued to ignore me so I had to do what was necessary for the kid and myself. I called y/n because I knew you wouldn’t want her to find out.”

“Are you fucking threatening me right now?” Taehyung asked raising his voice.

“Look I wont tell her about us, all I want is money. Give me enough money to raise your kid and I’ll stay out of your life for good.”

“Why would I give you money. I can tell that you’ve been using again. All you are going to do is blow it all on drugs.” He replied.

“That’s my prerogative. If you don’t want y/n to find out, I suggest you give me the money.” She said.

Taehyung was now at his boiling point he had been threatened one too many times.

Taehyung pushed Zoe against the wall and used his body to keep her trapped there as he placed his arm across her neck restricting her airflow.

“You better watch your mouth or else you and that child will pay.” He said.

“I’m sorry. Please, you’re hurting me.” Zoe cried out.

Taehyung finally released her from his hold.

“I’ll give you the money. I don’t want to see your face ever again, you got it?” He said.

“Fine.” Zoe said as she tried to catch her breath.

Taehyung turned around to walk out after his warning and stopped only when Zoe called him.

“Don’t you want to see your baby?” She asked.

“I don’t want anything to do with that child or you. Remember my warning.” He said as he finally left the apartment.

The Art of Shambles, by Miss Tick

A shamble: A handmade device for the focusing of magic. Like a lens, its primary uses include detecting, magnifying and projecting - in this instance - of magic.

‘Coincidence’ is an arrogant sort of a word, I’ve always thought. It takes all the glory and does none of the work.

It’s a word for when ‘fate’, ‘magic’ and, sometimes even, ‘miracle’ have been sat on the naughty step for being altogether too interesting.

The fact your mother and your father were of compatible genders, and indeed species, was an overwhelming stroke of luck. That they happened to be in the same place, on the same day and furthermore, though that it would be a jolly nice idea to knock boots to see what happened, well that depended on an astronomical array of variables. Remarkably, their mothers and their fathers managed a similar unutterably unlikely feat. As did their parents, and their before them. In fact, the chance of you existing in this place at this time is nothing short of magnificently, awe-inspiringly, jaw-droppingly improbably or, if you prefer, a bit of a ‘coincidence’.

The here and now is the pinnacle of hundreds of millions of little ‘coincidences’, of chances, all lined up in the exact fashion needed to produce this precise moment. This is where I find the power of my shambles. It is the coming together of objects which, against all probability, somehow conspired to be right here, right now, right when I needed them. The magic lies in the moment. Too often we let parts of ourselves wander off to the future, wondering what;s for dinner or allowing our memories to drag the past into the now. Building a shambles focuses the mind. It anchors you to one precise moment, and believe me, when a witch gathers all of herself in one place at one time, she can have a significant bearing on the next poor unsuspecting moment that comes along.

Of course, this is simply my way. We each make and use them differently, and a shambles in itself is not to be considered magical, but rather as a tool of magic. After all, owning a chisel doesn’t make one a sculptor, but it doesn’t half help. Shambles can be used for many things in many ways, but there are rules. The shambles must be built at the time it is to be used and from items that happen to be around you. It doesn’t hurt to have a few suitable items about your person in case of emergencies; after all, why can’t a well-stocked pocket serve as an eldritch agent of destiny on occasion? A shamble must contain an element of life; a beetle, an egg, a seed perhaps, and it must look the part (after all we are witches), but most importantly it must feel right.

- from 2016 Discworld Diary: A Practical Manual for the Modern Witch, by Terry Pratchett, aided and abetted by the Discworld Emporium

Asgore  and Toriel , and sans toriel only make sense as grandma grandson relationship(major spoilers)

Friend pointed stuff out to me again.(Thanks for that, I really need a wake up slap in logic quite a bit of times and sorry for being difficult!)

Disclaimer:  I know I should let people have their fun, but imo I’m not fond of people pairing two characters in the game without actually considering whether they work out or not in terms of personality, and sourcing a lot from the game. (for those that tried, I admire you very much!<3)

Then again, not everyone knows or tries to search about psychology, MBTI, marriage counselling or love stuff(or anything related) or have an extremely talented friend who studies these and help.

At the very least, I hope these help! :D

P.S Crack pairings are another thing. It’s just crack XD

Keep reading

You are not just here to fill space or be a background character in someone else’s movie. Consider this: nothing would be the same if you did not exist. Every place you have ever been and everyone you have ever spoken to would be different without you. We are all connected, and we are all affected by the decisions and even the existence of those around us.
—  David Niven
Till next time - Prince!Castiel x Princess!Reader

Title: Till next time

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Word count: 2,722

Warnings: None

Original imagine: Imagine being a princess and fall in love with Castiel who is a prince you meet and dance with at a ball.

A/N: I’m really sorry it took so long to post this. I planned on having it up sooner but My Beautiful Omega turned to be longer than predicted so uploading this took some time. Sorry! I hope you like this~! xx’

You let out a frustrated sigh as you smoothed down your dress. Today was definitely not your day and having to go to a ball made it all the more worse. In the morning the maiden had spilled coffee all over your night gown and as if that was not enough, she had started apologizing non-stop. Pleading for you not to fire her, or worse execute her. It sounded really crazy to you but that actually happened in your days. A king, a queen, a prince or, in your case, a princess could execute anyone they wanted to just because… they wanted to. It wasn’t irrational for you to hear from your once friend, princess Ruby, that she had made her father execute a girl because she had made several mistakes with her breakfast. The poor girl had even started crying and it took you quite long to convince her that everything was alright and you would not punish her.

Then there was the rest of the day that you had to prepare things for your upcoming birthday. It wasn’t as if you were the one to arrange things but, even though there was still a week left, you were needed to give your opinion on things such as the decoration, the cake, the music and so on. The fact that your brothers, or mostly Dean, would not stop intervening really got on your nerves. Sure you adored Dean, he was a great brother, but when it came to food, well, things got out of hand then. Literally. Four cooks would run behind him to stop him from taking the pies they were making for you to taste. Sometimes he would sneak behind you to grab what was supposed to be in your stomach and not his. Sam, your other brother, would only roll his eyes at the oldest prince; never bothering to bug him. That was left for you to do.

Needless to say, the whole day was really tiring. And then came the ball. You knew that the ball itself would not be really tiring. You would attend for an hour or two and then you and your family could leave. And it was not as if you were forced to dance with somebody anyways, so you wouldn’t get really tired. It was the preparations you had to do before that had you exasperated. Being presented with more than plenty dresses, trying a few of them on, having to choose the shoes, getting your hair ready and the worst of all putting a corset on, seemed like a nightmare to you. It wasn’t always like that. You used to like it, only in the beginning though. Now, at the age of (y/a) you’d gotten more than tired of that same routine.

You puffed out a breath and looked around you, trying to realize where you actually were this time. Of course your parents had been talking about this during the whole ride but you were not paying attention to them even in the least bit.

“Looking for someone special (Y/n/n)?” Dean asked you with a smirk.

“No, Dean” you snapped at him, rolling your eyes.

“Hey, hold your horses, ok? I just wanna know if my little sister has the hots for someone, you know that I care for you after all. And I want you to trust me with anything” Dean said with a little shrug.

“Why? So that you can chop the poor guys head off?” Sam that was next to you asked Dean with a smirk.

“What?! No! Of course no!” Dean asked in fake hurt “I would never do that!” he said.

“Probably would first plung my sword to his chest and then cut something of his off, for touching my sister” he muttered mostly to himself.

“Dean!” you exclaimed, looking at him with wide eyes.

“Relax, I’m just kidding” he said chuckling.

“Are you?” Sam asked him with a raised eyebrow and your eyes widened more.

“Shut up Sammy! Or else I will do all those things to your boyfriend!” Dean retorted and Sam rolled his eyes.

“You’re unbelievable. Jerk” Sam muttered under his breath.

“Yeah, whatever you say. Bitch” Dean didn’t miss a beat to respond.

“Assbutts” you mumbled rubbing your head.

Silence - almost, seeing the amount of people that were here - surrounded you but your mother’s voice broke it.

“Are you alright, (Y/n)?” Mary asked you and you nodded smiling.

“Yeah, mom. Should we get going?” you asked and she nodded.

Your father came next to her and they both walked ahead of you, up the stairs to the palace, you and your brothers following closely behind.


“I shall see you later, gentlemen” Meg said with a small smirk though it seemed more like a predatory one.

She was talking to Gabriel and Castiel but it was clear that she was directed to the youngest son of the king.

“Of course” Gabriel said curtly with a forced smile. Castiel merely nodded with pursed lips. He tried to be polite since his parents were the ones that had organized the ball. He was practically one of the hosts so he needed to make sure that his guests felt at home.

Gabriel rolled his eyes once Meg was out of sight and muttered something under his breath.

“What?” the youngest prince asked.

“Nothing, it’s just about Meg. She’s so- so-” Gabriel struggled to find the words.

“… gorgeous” Gabriel breathed out, his eyes widening. Though Castiel didn’t notice.

Castiel frowned as he looked at the opposite direction from where Gabriel was looking. He frowned and pursed his lips even more.

“I-I don’t really think that that would be a title that fits her. I mean she may be beau-” Castiel started speaking but was cut off by Gabriel.

“Not her dumbass. I mean her!” he grabbed his brother’s face and made him turn his face so that he was looking directly…

… at you.

You walked through the crowd of people going to a different direction from where your parents had gone. They were going to meet up with the king whom you had found out was a good friend of theirs.

You let a sigh through your lips and looked down at your hands. Luckily, this time you had not worn gloves so felt a little bit more at ease in the clothes you were wearing. The tight corset you were wearing literally sucked the air out of you.

“And there he is! Back from the dead, aren’t ya Cas?” Dean’s voice broke your trail of thoughts and you looked up from your hands to see what he was talking about.

You looked up and at that moment you could swear you felt your heart skip a beat. In front of you stood the most handsome man you had ever seen in your life. He was a little shorter than Dean but still taller than you. He wore a white suit with golden parts here and there, white shirt underneath it and a small blue diamond on the scarf around his neck. Gold wings on either side of it. There was a slight scruff on his face and his dark brown - almost black - hair seemed rather messy, as if he was running his fingers through them. What stood out mostly, though, was his ocean blue eyes. You could literally find yourself drowning in them.

You looked at the for a while and then you eyes locked. Sparkling blue eyes locked with bright and shining (e/c) ones, and you could swear that your heart skipped a beat once again. It seemed so cliche but it was real. He made his way through the crowd, another man next to him. That one had longer light brown hair, and golden - honey-like eyes. Not that you cared anyway. You had found yourself captivated by the blue eyes of Cas - wasn’t it?

You stood frozen in your place staring at those piercing blue eyes that gazed back at you just as intensely. It seemed as if he was trying to read your soul, to see through you, yet… he couldn’t. Frozen. Just like everything around you. And nothing existed. Nothing but him and those piercing blue eyes.

“Cas, man! How long has it been?” Dean asked with a chuckle and slowly and painfully Castiel teared his eyes from you to look at your brother.

“Hello Dean” he said with a small smile “Sam” he nodded to Sam who did the same. His voice was rough, like you would have never expected, raspy even and it sounded like angels singing to you. Shivers ran down your spine.

He hugged Sam after Dean and then turned to look at you, almost too eagerly. Not that you minded anyway.

“Oh yeah, that’s (Y/n). Our little sister, I don’t think you’ve met her” Dean said gesturing to you.

“(Y/n), that’s Cas. Well, name’s Castiel but eh too long, so we call him Cas” Dean introduced you to each other.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Castiel” you said his full name, trying to see how it would sound rolling from your lips.

“The pleasure is all mine, princess (Y/n)” he said in a smooth voice, taking your hand in his kissing it softly. The kiss left a tingling sensation and you could not help yourself but wonder how it would feel to kiss those lips with your own.

He eyes never left yours and you found yourself smiling widely at the what he made you feel all of a sudden.

“What?” it was Dean’s voice “Oh no. No no. No way. Don’t you fucking dare think of it Castiel-” Dean started speaking and, knowing what he was about to say, you cut him off abruptly.

“Dean!” you all-but-shouted, heat rising to your cheeks.

“Excuse my brother, Castiel, please” you said with a small, apologetic smile.

“It is quite alright. I know, Dean sometimes tends to be…” he paused for a minute to find the right word to describe your brother “…Dean.” he said a little bit more to himself.

“You tell me” you muttered under yous breath.

“You tell me” the man’s, who was next to Castiel, voice was heard saying.

You turned to look at him and he smiled widely “Gabriel. Name’s Gabriel” he said.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Gabriel” you found yourself smiling at him.

“Oh believe me, the pleasure is all mine (Y/n)” he smirked at you and you couldn’t help but giggle. The smile did not leave your face but only got bigger when you saw Castiel glare daggers at Gabriel.

“Oh no! This time definitely no!” Dean started protesting and Sam rolled his eyes.

“Dean!” you hissed at him but he ignored you and opened his mouth to speak more. Only to be cut off by Sam.

“Come on Dean, let’s get some food into that mouth of yours. It’s better than hearing you talk” Sam muttered and before Dean could say anything he dragged him off away from you.

Gabriel soon followed behind them after muttering something about not letting Dean eat all the sweets and silence followed between you and Castiel.

It wasn’t uncomfortable at all and you could honestly do that forever. Staring into those beautiful blue eyes was the only thing you want to do right now.

“You’ve got so beautiful eyes” you murmured without realizing it. It was what you were thinking after all.

Once you realized that you had actually said it out loud, though, heat rose in your cheeks and you averted your eyes down to your hands.

Castiel’s soft chuckle was heard and you dared - mostly out of need to see him smile - to look up at him, only to see those beautiful blue eyes shining more brightly than ever.

“Thank you very much. And your smile is the most beautiful one I have ever seen” he said, suddenly having gained some courage.

You blushed even more and couldn’t help but smile “Thank you” you murmured.

“Would you, maybe, like to dance?” he asked in a low voice, extending his hand to you and you couldn’t help but accept his offer.

“Of course” you almost whispered and took his hand. You felt chills all over your skin at the contact and couldn’t help but smile more; heat rising in your cheeks.

You both slowly walked at the main ballroom and then turned to each other. On of his hand went behind your back while the other held yours. Your hand rested on his shoulder and you both slowly started dancing to the soft music. Before you could realize it you found yourself lost… in him.

You both danced to the music, swaying to the faint sound of it; getting lost in the crowd of people that did the same as you. But you didn’t really care. All you cared about was staring into those eyes that seemed to take your breath away. Castiel doing the same. You both found yourselves unable to tear your eyes from each other or care about anything else. You were so lost in the moment that you thought everything else had faded away; had disappeared as if only you and Castiel existed.

Castiel let go of your waist and swirled you, your dress following your movement. You stood away from him for a split second before he brought you back, swirling you again and making you crash into his chest. Your hand went on top of his chest and you could feel his muscles flex and his heart beating wildly; just like yours. You had both stopped moving and just stood like that for a good few minutes. You looked up at him to realize how close you actually were, your faces inches apart and your bodies pressed to each other.

You didn’t dare move but only gazed into each other’s eyes. The song had started coming to an end but none of you cared. Both your eyes were half closed and his mouth hang slightly open; your breath mixing with his warm one.

You hadn’t realized it in the beginning but you could see it now. He had started to lean in and you couldn’t help but want to do the same. There were just a few inches separating when-

“Cassie, come on father wants to talk to you” a man that stood behind Castiel spoke.

“(Y/n) come on we have to get going” it was Sam’s voice saying behind you, though he was further away.

You blinked a few times and took in a shaky breath. Him doing the same. You both pulled away and you looked behind you to see Sam waiting for you with a small and a little bit sad - for ruining your moment - smile. You gave him a small nod and then turned to look at Castiel. You had not even realized that you were actually dancing for such a long time.

“I-” you said.

“I-” he said at the same time.

You both stopped and then chuckled softly.

“I think this is goodbye then” you mumbled, looking up at him with a sad smile.

Castiel pursed his lips. He looked behind him to see the impatient man that was waiting for him and then turned to look at you.

He gazed at you for a few seconds before a smile appeared on his lips.

“Till next time, is better” he said and before you could react, he grabbed your hand again and cupping your cheek; he kissed your other one.

His lips stayed there after the kiss, brushing your cheek and causing a tingling sensation there with the combination of his warm breath. He hand rubbed your other cheek and when he pulled away he looked in your eyes for a good few seconds; your faces really close.

“Till next time” you whispered almost out of breath.

He rubbed once again your cheek and smiled warmly, his eyes sparkling with happiness. He gave you a small nod. He pulled away and made his way to the man that was waiting for him, not missing a beat to glance one last time at you. A smile was still on his lips and he nodded at you once again, mouthing the same words again; like a promise.

“Till next time”

Run Away With Me *Tony Stark x Reader*

Originally posted by hatver

Originally posted by thunderbirdthor

Summary: “Run away with me” A prompt I saw from a Drabble Game post, it sparked inspiration for this, I don’t know how this will turn out tbh
Warnings: Angst, fluff & Tony being a lil’muffin// TALK OF THE CIVIL WAR THING! Its mentioned that Steve and Tony are on edge 
Admins Note: I have no clue how this will turn out tbh I hope its as good as my brain thinks it will be. This is how I think Tony would be BEFORE Civil War, I hope they don’t make him out to be a complete douche, I get why Tony said and thinks Steve as a friend; you have to remember they are both head-strong characters, leaders! They are gonna clash.   - Rosalee

“Its no one’s fault” Tony remarked walking on the Quinjet, everyone else was silent apart from Tony and Steve, who were both arguing “miscalculations happen all the time, its impossible for us to pin down how many HYDRA agents would be in there, so there were a few more than I expected” he shrugged and that caused Steve to clench his jaw.

“Two hundred more,” Steve tells him and Tony rolls his eyes, sitting down at the front as Steve remains as far from Tony as possible, you sighed gently and sat beside Tony and helped get the jet into the air. The air is thick with tension, its been this way for a couple weeks, no one wanted to mention it but everyone could feel it; it was causing a rift in the team. 

The jet lands and Steve is the first off, Tony lets out a sigh, pulling himself from the chair and out the jet also; you didn’t want to think about the worst ending but if it came to it… you had no idea who you’d side with, you didn’t want to think about it but it seemed everyone else already picked. 

The team was divided, no one would admit they had picked a side but it was clear to see, Natasha and Clint rarely hung out anymore! Everything was falling apart and they all refused to see it or speak about it. 


You walked down into the lab it was silent as Tony sat on a stool, a few cuts on his face and a bruise forming on his right eye, he’s seen better days; ever since Banner had gone missing he hasn’t exactly been himself. You sighed and walked over to him pulling a stool with you. 

You remained silent and hoped Tony would speak first, he didn’t but he acknowledged your existence, he looked at you and then back towards the Iron Man suit. You did the same and frowned, you wondered what Tony was thinking about, could he see the rift? Or did he simply think this was how he and Steve always acted? 

“I never thought I’d use the suit against a… friend” Tony frowned and you looked at him, he confirmed your thoughts, he knows and he sees it; of course he would, nothing gets passed Tony, not anymore “I always thought I was doing the right thing; being Iron Man, joining the Avengers, it seems my right thing… has been off lately” he chuckled and played with his hands 

“Too deep now to pull out, too proud to admit I may be wrong, too big headed to let Steve win” he sighed gently and you did too. 

“It doesn’t have to end with a fight, why do you and him think that it has to? Why can’t you both talk to one another?” you asked, more like pleaded with the wavering of your voice, he let out an amused chuckle.

“Because talking is for politicians in suits” he states “we are way passed talking to one another now, I’m surprised he still turns up here, probably to seem like myself; like we don’t know what’s coming” Tony chuckles “I don’t want to fight him” he whispers and you nod.

“No one wants to fight with their friends” you mutter and he nods, Tony stands up and groans loudly, whatever he was debating about inside his head was making him uneasy and on edge. 

“I just want everything to go back to normal” he sighs “before all of this shit, before the battle of New York, even before Iron Man!” you nod slowly “before all of this superhero crap became my crap, I don’t regret any of it but I didn’t ask for this, I didn’t ask to be a fucking superhero” you allow him to rant to you and hoped it would make him feel better “maybe I should have been nicer or treated everyone here better” he sighed, running a hand through his messy hair.

“You do treat us well, you make our equipment, everyone is different Tony; not everyone is sickly sweet, you are sarcastic and that’s okay” you shrug and he nods “I just wish it didn’t have to be this way” you shrugged and he nodded “but you can’t escape from your problems, as we’ve all tried at some point” he nodded and the silence takes over again.

“Run away with me” you look at Tony and frown “you heard me, leave here with me?” he asked and you didn’t know what to say; yourself and Tony have been friends since you met during the Loki thing, he was probably your best friend, you got along well with Pepper also. 

“I-I don’t understand” you manage to spit out and he sighs.

“Stand up and walk out of here with me” he tells you “neither of us wants this, neither of us wants to fight one another or the people out there and this is our only option; I’ll get some money, shut all my accounts we’ll move someplace else, far away” he explains, waiting for your answer, you frown at him and can hardly believe the words coming out of his mouth 

“your my best friend, the only person I really truly would trust with my life, leave here with me and we’ll see the world together” its dead silent and you realise Tony was being serious with you.  

“We can’t just leave,” you tell him standing up and he sighs “Tony, this is insane talk, you can’t run away from your problems,” you tell him and he shrugs.

“If you don’t come with me I’m going alone” he tells you “if I stay here it means fighting Steve, if I leave at least everyone is okay, slightly” he shrugged and looked around the room “I can’t do it, if being Iron Man means fighting against my team, then I don’t want to be Iron Man anymore” you were perplexed about the situation before you. 

“O-okay” you mumble and he smiles softly at you “we’ll leave, together” he nodded and you both walked out of the lab door together, towards Tony’s car.

 You looked back at the base one last time before Tony put in the rear-view mirror for the last time. 

anonymous asked:

Hey capitu!! Would you please rec some 'getting back together' fics. The ones where they break up but get back together again? Thank you. (^__^)

Aw, man! I ache when they break up!! But it’s lovely seeing them coming back together. :) Here are some Getting Back Together recs for you that I hope you enjoy! <3

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Summary: When the Wizengamot insists Chief Auror Harry Potter pose for a statue for the Ministry Atrium, why are his friends reluctant to tell him who the sculptor is?

Solder by Oakstone730 (NC-17, 34,5K)
Summary: Seven years ago, Harry disappeared out of Draco and Scorpius’s life without a trace after Harry’s addictions destroyed his and Draco’s marriage. Now, Harry’s back, and Draco wants to believe he’s changed. But Harry isn’t the only one haunted by the past.

After Hours at the Ministry of Magic by birdsofshore (NC-17, 11,4K)
Summary: It isn’t precisely how Harry planned to spend Christmas Eve: trapped in a lift with his ex-boyfriend, somewhere between the third and the fourth floors of the Ministry of Magic.

My Life As A Butterfly by digthewriter (NC-17, 22,3K)
Summary: At the age of seventeen, Harry finds himself falling in love with a detached Draco Malfoy. Through a series of unfortunate miscommunications and gossip, he had a bad falling out (of love), too. Now, years later, can Harry make amends about a misunderstanding? Would Draco forgive him?

Break-Up Sex by @gracerene09 (NC-17, 2,8K)
Summary: Harry doesn’t miss the bond, but he does miss Draco.

Three Boxes and a Scrapbook by @dracogotgame (R, 30,4K)
Summary: One year after being accidentally bonded to each other, Harry and Draco are free to move on with their lives. But perhaps, what they needed was here all along.

Silence Breaks the Heart by simeysgirl (NC-17, 21,9K)
Summary: Boy meets boy. Boy falls in love with boy. They live happily ever after. Harry only wished it was that simple.

Meant, Said, Felt by elfearsonli (NC-17, 13,8K)
Summary: They dated and it didn’t work out. But they also know that whenever they want to see each other they can go to this pub, and the other is usually there. They’ll still end up going home together. Except after a while, one stopped showing up…

The Light More Beautiful by @firethesound(NC-17, 81,2K)
Summary: Thirteen years after Draco accepts Potter’s help escaping the horror of his sixth year, he returns to England where he makes the unfortunate discovery that Potter is still as obnoxious as ever. And worse, more than a decade overseas hasn’t been enough to dim Draco’s obsession with him.

Packing the Flat by marguerite_26 (NC-17, 6,3K)
Summary: Months after their explosive break-up, Draco insists Harry return to their flat to remove his belongings.