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Please? Part 40

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You were in and out of it a lot. Rosita made sure you were taken care of, sitting you up in bed and feeding you, reading to you when you were just barely there. People came by and saw you, though sometimes you couldn’t remember faces. It took you a few tries to figure out who Maggie was and when Abe visited, he nearly broke down seeing you in the bed.

Every day you got better, though still no sign of Daryl or Aaron, and you heard about Rick having some kind of trial that must have ended with him off the hook, other than rushing into the infirmary as soon as you woke up from one of your naps.

You waited on Noah to come see you, and he never did. You never mentioned it, not until one day after Eugene left. He brought you a cookie and told you how sorry he was, how he wished it were him instead of you. When you asked, Tara stepped up to the plate and told you what had happened, tears rolling down her face. After that, you asked everyone but Rosita to leave you alone for a little while.

Daryl busts into the room, sweat dripping down his dirty face. Rosita had been helping you eat a bowl of soup, telling you a story she read the night before, while you were asleep. The shock of Noah was still settling in, though you know you have to move on. You’ve lost people before, it just never gets easier.

“Shh!” Rosita hisses and sets the bowl of soup down. She sees it’s Daryl and she calms down a bit. “She’s still resting.”

“What happen?” Daryl flies across the room, standing beside the bed and scanning you over, checking your body for any bandages or cuts. “Tell me!” He growls at Rosita.

“Daryl…” You reach your hand up and stroke his forearm. “Sweetheart, calm down. Rosita’s helping me…” Your voice is weak and failing you.

Daryl slips his hand through yours, squeezing it tight. He ran. You start to wonder who told him and how long he was here before they did. You picture Eugene trying to find the courage to approach him and tell him that you were with Eugene and the others when it happened.

“She’s doing better, but she should stay here for a little while, until she feels better.” Rosita says gently, knowing that with saying the wrong thing, Daryl will throw a fit. “I’ll leave you alone.” She picks up the bowl of soup, sets it down on the sink, and walks out of the building.

Neither you nor Daryl say anything for a minute. He stands there very still, very quiet, watching you as your eyes flutter closed. It was hard to keep them open for long periods of time. Whatever small bit of medication they could spare to give you, it makes you sleepy and sometimes numb.

You feel Daryl shift and the chair scoot across the floor. He sits down and leans on the bed, pressing his weight on the mattress. He’s gentle as he starts to rub his thumb over your knuckles. He presses tiny kisses over the palm of your hand, something that catches you off guard.

Nobody else comes in. Daryl doesn’t leave. Darkness feels the room and Daryl turns on a lamp to give you two some light. Wordlessly, he walks over to the kitchen and fixes you another bowl of soup, warming it up just a little, so you don’t get burned.

“You don’t have to.” You finally open your lids, looking up at the man as he sits on the edge of the bed and blows in the spoon. “Rosita can do it.”

“I wanna.” Daryl states. “You always take care of me. Let me take care of you.”

“Did you and Aaron find what you needed?” You ask as Daryl continues to cool your food.

“Nah.” He shrugs his shoulders. “Nuthin’ worth it.”

“I don’ want you out there.” Daryl rubs the back of his neck and bites down on his lip. “You’re barely recovered from the blast!”

“I’m well enough. I want to help, please.” You beg, sitting on the edge of your bed. Rosita let you go, back to your own house. “It’s not your choice!”

“It is!” Daryl drops his hands and looks down at you, peering at you with those baby blues. “I gotta take care of you!”

Daryl has been super clingy since the return home. He insists on helping you do everything, even feeding you himself. It makes you think back to that time whenever Daryl was injured by his own arrow, and how you took care of him by feeding him, holding him, changing his bandaging. Poor thing, you would think. He needs someone to care for him. And now you need someone to care for you.

It’s been a long few days, what with Rick and the others planning some elaborate plan to stop walkers from coming anywhere near Alexandria. Daryl would disappear to meetings every now and then, only to return with a fresh plate of whatever Carol happened to make. It wasn’t until today, though, did you realize they were planning to do this without you.

You know you need your rest, but you also know what dangers await out there, and the team could benefit using you. You’re small, you’re fast, you’ve toughened up since the prison, you could do things now that you couldn’t do before the walkers.

Daryl paces around the bedroom, his thick, rough fingers stroking his beard as he thought. He was trying to think of a way to keep you here, to keep you in bed.

“I can do this.” You say gently, not wanting to anger him.

Daryl sighs and rubs the back of his neck, stopping in front of the window that he nailed a sheet over to keep the sun out—or to keep his privacy, you didn’t know for sure. “Stay ‘ere. Please.” He mumbles, staring at the sheet. “Please don’t make me take you.”

“Caught a man with a gun poin’ed at Eugene.” Daryl mumbles. He’s sitting on the steps, sharpening his knife and watching Carl walk down the street, holding a laughing Judith. “This is why I don’t want ya out there.”

It’s been a few days since the plan has been in motion, though no one has really talked to you about it. You know they all fear that you’ll argue, want to help if you know too much. Rosita has taken you back in, watching over you when Daryl leaves. She fusses about it, too.

You hug your knees tighter to your chest, rocking your body so that the swing still swayed. “You took care of it, right?”

“Mm-mm.” Daryl grumbles. “Don’t mean it won’t hap’en again.” He sticks the knife through his belt and stands up, spitting over the railing. He pulls that thumb between his teeth and nibbles against his skin.

“I’m stronger than Eugene.” You watch the man, watch how he stands tall with that thumb in his mouth, tearing off bits of skin and spitting them out into the grass below. He may be older than you, but in moments like these, he reminds you of a scared little kid. “I could have handled it.”

“And if you can’t?” Daryl turns toward you, placing his hands on his hips. “These people can’t all be trusted.”

You go to open your mouth to comment back, but Rosita walks up the steps, stopping on the very last one, and looks between the two of you. She looks like a school teacher today, or she does most days, just particularly today.  She’s supporting a light pink cardigan with a floral pattern under it, a pair of loose dress pants, and her hair in a bun.

“What?” She asks, noticing the tension.

“Nuthin’.” Daryl picks up his crossbow and plants a sweet kiss on your forehead. “Be back before dark.” He calls over his shoulder as he races down the steps, pushing Rosita aside, and rushing down the street, never looking back as he may on a good day.

“Someone needs a hug.” Rosita walks over and takes her seat on the faded white lawn chair. She crosses her legs and folds her hands in her lap. “How are things with him?”

Rosita cares about you, perhaps in a sisterly kind of way, at least you like to think. She always asks you how things with Daryl are going, how you’re holding up, how Daryl’s holding up. This could be part of her taking over this new nurse role, or perhaps she really does care.

You shrug your shoulders and look out into Alexandria. The kids are now playing, running back and forth, possibly playing tag. You hear one of them call out that something isn’t fair as Carl and Enid bust out laughing.

“Yesterday was our good day.” You say, sighing as you throw your legs down, using them to rock yourself slowly, leaning back into the swing and closing your eyes. “Apocalypse relationships are so hard.”

Rosita nods her head. “Daryl doesn’t really seem like a relationship kind of guy.”

“He isn’t.” You look at her.

Rosita tilts her head to the side and raises an eyebrow. “Yet you two…”

“We’ve never called it much… Things just sort of happened and now we’re… whatever this is.” You motion between you and the direction Daryl ran in. “It’s been years and the man can still barely kiss me. But I deal with it because he needs it.”

“He needs it or you need it?” Rosita asks.

“Both.” You admit.

A slight breeze picks up, softly blowing your hair to the side, sticking bits to your wet lips. It’s been a hot day. This little breeze feels good against your skin, even if it only lasts for thirty seconds before dying down again.

“Whatever helps.” She shrugs her shoulders. “For me, that would sort of feel like you weren’t in a relationship.”

“I care about him, a lot. It does feel strange sometimes, not knowing when he’s in a mood to kiss or hold hands. I’m pretty sure, if the world never went to shit, if it never ended, we would never be together, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love him. It’s brought us together and it’s nice having someone who can protect me.”

Rosita smiles and nods. “You two are perfect for each other.”

“No one is perfect.” You turn your gaze down to the wood below your feet. “But we make it work.”  

A Hard Lesson in Incrimination: Chapter 3

Authors’ Note: Here’s hoping that you had a wonderful weekend, lovely readers!!! Rafael and Natalia are certainly suffering under the weight of their secret… and now Liv is about to drop an unexpected revelation in Rafael’s lap. What comes next??? Read on to find out!!! @vintagemichelle91 and I hope that you enjoy, and we cannot thank you enough for your fantastic feedback!!!

Rare to be at Forlini’s at this hour. But Liv wanted to meet for a light lunch. Or so she said. Sighing, Rafael nursed a glass of scotch, remembering how busy he used to be when the world was in the palm of his hand despite the darkness of his professional day-to-day.

Now the shadows were far thicker. With Eve’s frozen face always peeking out at him from behind every corner. Did he mourn her? No. But he couldn’t help but feel some sorrow especially when it came to Natalia’s sleepless nights. If only he had kept his wife away from the scene of the crime…

“So you started without me, Rafa.” Liv slid into their usual booth as Rafael hailed the waiter to bring her drink order.

“Sit. Drink. Stay awhile,” he smirked despite his plight.

“Just one,” Liv said as a glass of Cabernet appeared. “I have to head back to the precinct.”

“I’m sure they can hold down the fort without you,” Rafael said, taking a swig from his own glass.

“I’m afraid I can’t say the same for your office,” Liv remarked as she sipped her wine. “Cutter is trying to keep his head on straight, but he’s on edge.”

“Forgive me if my heart doesn’t bleed for the man who took the late Ms. Selby’s word over mine.”

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Older!Carl Grimes x Older!Reader: Medicine Run Part One

A/N: Y/N and Carl are over nineteen in this fanfiction.
Requested?: Yes
Warnings: crappy writing, sick Rick, lovable Carl and Judith?

    You groaned sleepily, stretching your whole body out before relaxing once again and curled up. You were currently in bed in your house at Alexandria Safe Zone. You were twelve when it happened and you knew you were over nineteen but since everyone lost count, you don’t know your actual age. It still hasn’t been easy- losing loved ones, fighting against enemies, herds coming here and there, you still remember being trapped in a small store by a herd for hours with the only food and water you gathered in the run. It still wasn’t easy but you are grateful that everyone is still alive, especially your boyfriend Carl Grimes. You two met when you and your group joined Alexandria after they defeated Negan and kept him prisoner. He was dating Enid at the time but she ended up leaving him for both of their survival and you ended up being there for him. Next thing you knew, you were in his arms with him kissing your forehead; you never left his side since.
  You opened your eyes slowly to see one side of the bed empty with the blanket moved. You narrowed you eyes in confusion, resting on your arms and looked around. Carl wasn’t in sight but the door was opened slightly which means he left. Even though you wanted to go find him, you didn’t want to leave the bed; you were too comfortable so you laid back down slowly. The peace was soon interrupted by the sound of the running feet and the door swinging open.
   “Y/N!” A small voice called out “Y/N!” You smiled amusingly as Carl’s baby sister, Judith walked, well stumbled, over the bed and tried to climb onto it but she was still to small to do so. “Y/N!” You sat up once she called out, reaching for the young toddler and gently placed her on the bed. Judith only spoke a few words and some the words aren’t really good. She either kept having a letter missed, like your name (Be creative! XD) or adds unneeded letter.
   “What is it?” You asked, smiling a big toothy at the young girl.
    “It mourning! You gotto get up!” Judith exclaimed, gently banging her hands against the bed. You gasped dramatically;
    “It is?” You asked in a humorous voice, which caused Judith to point at the curtain to see that it was morning. You looked and gasped “it is! I’m so sorry I ever slept!”
   “It okay” Judith chuckled.
   “It okay?” You asked in a high-pitched voice, tickling her as she laughed “it okay? I’m forgiven?”
   “Yes!” Judith laughed. You laughed, too before sighing and stopped tickling her.
   “Judith, where’s your brother?” You asked, getting up and picking up Judith, putting her on the floor.
   “Coral’s outside!” Judith exclaimed, pointing out the door and towards the stairs. You made an ‘O’ with your mouth and smiled at her. You then picked her up again and carried her out into the hallway and to the stairs. As you went towards them, you walked by another nearly opened door; inside was an ill Rick resting. Rick caught an illness during a run and despite taking some medicine, he wasn’t really getting better. He wasn’t as bad as he was when he caught the illness but he still needs medicine. You quietly closed the door and headed down the stairs. Once you reached the bottom, You made your way into the kitchen to see Carl, Michonne, Daryl, and Jesus outside in front of the house talking, obviously about Rick’s illness and other important stuff. Once you noticed Carl, you couldn’t help but stared: 
    Carl’s hair was as long as Jesus’s was expect he has it in a loose ponytail (in the comic, he did have a ponytail) and he also was growing a beard like his father but he usually shaves it. His body was more slim and muscular, still wearing that old cowboy hat his dad gave which finally hits him. He no longer wears a bandage to hide his missing eye, he is longer insecure of it and just leave it the way it is. You smiled softly; even though growing up changed his appearance, he’s still the same lovable Carl you’ve met long ago. 
   “Y/N!” Judith exclaimed, snapping you out of your thoughts as you looked at her. You shook your head as you looked at the blonde-haired girl who was staring back at you. 
   “Oh! S-sorry! Do You want me to make breakfast?” You muttered, smiling at Judith. As you talked to Judith, you failed to notice Carl seeing you through the window, smiling softly.
  “Cookies!” Judith smiled.
  “Cookies? That’s not for breakfast!” You gasped. “How about bacon and eggs?”
  “Pancakes!” Judith blurted out quietly which caused you to chuckle nervously.
  “Okay, pancakes, it is” You stood up and walked over to the cabinets. “Wanna help?”
  “Yeah!” Judith nodded rapidly. Next thing you know; young Judith rapidly, yet, carefully stirred the ingredients together while you put the pan on the turned-on stove and started pouring the batter into circles on the pan when you heard the door open and closed followed by footsteps
  “I’m gonna check on your father” her heard Michonne said before seeing her vanish up the stairs. After that you heard footsteps behind you and felt hands gently grabbed your shoulders, the person looking over.
  “Pancakes. Hm, it’s been a while since we’ve had those…” Carl said, now speaking in a husky voice. You chuckled turning to see the Grimes guy behind you with a smile with his eyes full of hunger on food in front of them.
  “Judith was being picky” You joked which Judith heard.
  “I was not!” Judith stomped with her cheeks puffed out, flushing red. Carl chuckled, looking down at his sister.
   “Little temper you have, don’t you?” Carl joked before bending over and ruffled her hair. 
   “Mm! Nah!” Judith waved her arms at her older brother’s hand. Carl then smirked then suddenly jumped towards the little girl. Judith squealed shockingly before laughing and running off but Carl didn’t go after her. He instead turned back to you, who was flipping pancakes, and hugged you from behind. You continued cooking but he then buried his face in your neck.
  “I’m trying to cook…” you said, calmly but he groaned and hugged you tighter. You scoffed and chuckled before placing your hand on his, which caused him to gently grab it. “Is your father gonna be okay?“ 
  “My Dad’s strong. After all he’s been through, he can handle a little illness…” Carl assured you and also himself. You can hear his voice shake a little. You remembered Carol telling you that Carl lost his best friend, whose name was Patrick to an illness. You quickly dropped the spatula and turned around to look at him.
  “I’m sure your father will live” you gently brushed his loose bangs away from his face then caressed his cheeks, staring in his eyes. “He’s better then he was before.” Carl smiled softly before gently grabbing your hand closing his eye and rest his cheek against it. 
  “I’m gonna go on a run later…“ Carl confessed. "There’s an infirmary found not far from our usual run route”
  “Who’s going with you?” You asked.
   “Eric, Daryl, and Jesus” Carl gently brushed your hair behind your ear. “Michonne’s gonna stay here and keep an eye on Rick" 
   "I’ll go with you…” you blurted out which caused Carl took look at you. 
   “Y/N…” he began.
   “You may be temporarily leader until your dad heals but that doesn’t mean you’re the boss of this relationship.” You gently jabbed your finger on his chest “We take turns, this is my turn and when I say I’m coming with you, I’m coming with you”, Carl let out a scoff with a smile on his face before gently grabbing your face and kissed your forehead. 
   “Something tells me you were gonna follow me either I say yes or no” Carl whispered. 
   “Maybe I will…” you whispered back, smirking at him.
   “At least stay close to me” Carl ordered.
   “Like you let me leave your sight” you chuckled before breaking away from him, placing the pan off the stove and turned the stove off. “When so we leave?”
   “After we finish the pancakes” Carl took a pancake and walked out the room. You shook his head sighing before turning from the pancakes and walked up the stairs.

anonymous asked:

Hey Sea! So i think that altho we're close to ending it, we've still got a long road to haul. I agree when you say that Hamille will be done around awards season, but babygate is really what's holding up progress (aside from any timeline Harry and Louis want to keep). I dont think there's any way that babygate can end without having Larry rumors hit with full force. Remember when the media found out Harry and Louis were sharing a dressing room so a few talk shows and tabloids mentioned it? (1/2)

I think it’ll be like that again, if not stronger. Of course stranger things have happened in the industry than a paternity getting changed, but the Larries will celebrate this victory and I think it will be a convincing argument for many people, especially those not in the fandom. When Babygate ends I bet there’s a huge chance of Larry coming out soon after. It might take awhile, but with B deleting key things (such as the letter to Jay) off her social media, I think it’s getting closer. (2/2)//

B deleting things off SM is odd. BG is still coordinated through Louis’ team. As Amy pointed out, the pap agency is still AKM-GSI (now Backgrid), the same as all the other BG photos since the very beginning. The family even had the audacity / stupidity to tag #thankspaps. The whole thing is deplorable. It almost feels like the last gasps of relevance.

Whether BG has an end date or not almost doesn’t matter. If Louis loses his music career, the J’s and Clarks go back to being nobodies. It could end with barely a whimper, and no one would even report it.

So I think the sabotage of Louis’ career is the bigger issue. BG might’ve been sold as a temporary stunt to promote him, and something might have changed late in 2015 to tie his contract to Simon, resulting in this scenario Louis couldn’t have foreseen. Sony is counting on no one caring at all once everything winds down. And it is possible that BG could go on for years.

Warning if you don’t want to cry then don’t read this!

So this year is the 4th year my mother died from cancer , i stumbled upon ronan and remembered these lyrics..

“You were my best four years”

I immediatly made the connection and i cried hard like a little girl


“Come on baby with me, we’re gonna fly away from here

Out of this curtained room in this hospital grey, we’ll just disappear”

When i listened to ronan the 2nd time i cried even harder it made my eyes super red like i never seen before.

For all the cancer victims and all your loved ones who died:

Just know that you’re not alone missing them,we all miss people dead or alive and sometimes we cry and it’s very ok to, it’s important that we continue to cherish their memories so that they will always be alive forever in our hearts.

If The Marauders were Still Alive (headcannons)

(In response to an ask)

-If they were still alive…

•When Harry got his Hogwarts letter James immediately ripped it open without even showing it to Harry because he was just so excited for his son. Without even acknowledging Harry’s presence or Lily’s laughter, he just sits cris-crossed on the floor making little comments about Harry’s school supply list.

“What? You don’t have to read {insert book title}. It was the best! Don’t worry Harry, you can borrow my old copy, though it may have some old doodles in it from Sirius-”

•When Harry is really young he thinks that they have a dog because whenever Sirius is over he turns into his Animagus form and he’s over at the Potters’ so much that it’s kinda hard not to think that.

And James, Lily, Remus and Peter go along with it and one dayJames brings home a bright pink glittery dog collar and asks little Harry to put it on ‘Snuffles’. Harry does it and even though Sirius hates it, he keeps it on because he loves Harry so much (Remus like it too, but for *coughs* other reasons).

•When Harry turns eleven and has to go to Diagon Alley, It’s not just James and Lily that take him shopping, it’s the whole damn Marauders squad. They’re just casually walking through the streets and suddenly someone starts clapping for them, and then more people join in and it turns into just the whole street clapping for the Marauders because most of them remember hearing tales about what the group did, and many parents were friends of theirs.

Needlessly to say James and Sirius take a dramatic bow while Remus and Lily are looking at each other like

“These are the people we chose to marry”

And Peter is just laughing along and buying Harry a chocolate frog off of a street witch while Harry asks him why all those people are clapping for them. Peter just chuckles and goes “We had a bit of a reputation at school”

•When Harry goes into Madam Malkin’s and sees Draco, James immediately steps in front of his son as if to protect him.

“What’s wrong, Dad?”

“There’s a Malfoy there… can’t mistake him. I remember his father-”

But then Lily comes over and whispers in his ear

“Remember Sirius’s parents? They were awful people but look how Sirius turned out?” They look out the shop window to see Sirius with his arm around Remus’s shoulders sitting on a bench in conversation with Peter.

“You’re right”

And James himself introduces Harry to Draco, and the two immediately hit it off.

•Just before Harry is about to leave for Hogwarts, the Marauders get together (without Lily, because she’d definitely disapprove) and tell Harry all the stories they can. Harry just sits there in wonder like

‘How will I ever live up to that’

But at the end of the night, James goes and gets a box out of his room and puts it in Harry’s hands.

“This is yours now. Use it well.”

Harry opens the box and it’s the invisibility cloak. Remus then takes the Marauder’s Map out and shows Harry how to use it, then hands it over (“use it responsibly”)

•When Harry comes home for winter break he talks about how great Gryffindor is and his best friends Ron and Hermione, but also about Draco from Slytherin and how he has “the prettiest hair and his eyes sparkle-” and Remus and Sirius just give each other knowing looks.

And he’s about to say something else after talking about his classes but hesitates; everyone asks him about it, but he denies everything.

•He goes back to school after winter break and some time after his second Quidditch match as the youngest seeker in a century, one morning at breakfast he gets a howler.

He knows fully well what it is because he grew up in a house with the Marauders who liked to send them back and forth for fun-



But anyway, he gets one and looks at his friends and then at Draco across the hall because he’s absolutely terrified an doesn’t know what he did. Eventually (with much convincing) he opens it.


YOUR MOTHER AND I ARE SO PROUD OF YOU HOLY SHI-” and then it’s Lily’s voice.

“Harry, sweetie we’re so proud of you! You must’ve gotten some of James’s talent-” (you can hear James going crazy in the background; knocking stuff over and generally screaming like a psychopath) “where James got his, I have no idea”

And then it’s just Remus, Sirius and Peter going crazy (yes, even Moony).

When it finally ends, the great hall just sits stunned for a moment, before Dumbledore starts slow clapping and everyone joins in. All the teachers are just rolling their eyes because they definitely remember the Marauders. About 5 seconds later the Potters’ owl flies in with a new Nimbus 2000 and a note that says ‘Don’t tell your mother’

•Harry bringing Draco home in their 5th year to meet his parents over Christmas break, and when he goes home Harry has to remind his parents and uncles that “No, we aren’t dating! That’s absolutely absurd!” And everyone just looking at each other like ‘yeah, sure kid’

•Harry choosing to be a pro Quidditch player as his profession after admitting to his parents that he snuck out one night with Ron, Hermione and Draco to go try out for Puddlemore United because they had just lost their seeker and he made the team.

And James and Sirius crying with pride because their little Harry is going to be a world famous Quidditch player.

“There won’t be a person alive who doesn’t know his name” James said while ruffling his son’s hair.

•Harry in his 6th year asking Remus when he knew he was gay and coming out to Moony and Padfoot as Bi and both of them going

“Yeah, we know”

And Harry just looking so surprised and then telling them that he and Draco started dating in October and that he wanted to have him for Christmas but didn’t want to tell his dad why, and James (who was under the invisibility cloak)

“Yeah, sure he can come. But no sex after 11 pm.”

And Harry screaming like a girl from surprise and then sputtering like an idiot in response to the sex comment.

•Peter taking Harry to honeydukes before he was allowed to go with his school and Peter just completely spoiling him and buying so much that they can hardly get it home.

They sneak through the house to get to Harry’s room but meet James in the middle, who of course joins them.

They open the door to Harry’s room just to find Remus and Lily sitting on the bed with the most bored expressions on their faces. Harry looks down in shame and drops all the candy on the floor, but Lily just raises an eyebrow and goes

“Well? Aren’t you going to share?” An everyone eating their fill of candy just on Harry’s bed, and Sirius taking all the good stuff and running from the room and everyone chasing him around the house.

•When Harry turns seventeen the Marauder’s teach him to become an Animagus (and get registered). James is incredibly proud when he turns out to have a stag Animagus form as well.

Draco being terrified because he walks into Harry’s room over summer break and there’s a fucking deer casually chilling on his boyfriend’s bed like what

And Ron riding on Harry’s back to make a stupidly grand entrance picking Hermione up from her house in the middle of a muggle neighborhood

•Just the Marauders being alive please and thank you


Venus in Aries: I heard your laughter before I saw you. And then I couldn’t take my eyes off you. And after everyone had gone home we were still running around, or you were running I was just trying to keep up. You work hard, play hard and love even harder, but you like to try on a couple of sizes before you find the right fit. It’s the way you make me laugh at the most ludicrous things, the way you know exactly what you want and are not afraid to go and get it. You make me feel like anything is possible. Our love was like a tickle war turned makeout session, and I still remember the heat when our skin touched. There will never be anyone like you. 

Venus in Taurus: Being with you is like coming home. Like a perfect dream. Like lavender candles and cuddling up to a marathon of our favourite show. You kissing me between every episode. You don’t like playing games and you don’t like being rushed when falling in love. You take your sweet time, worshipping my body and my mind so my heart can’t help but follow. I remember those lazy Sundays, strolling through the furniture store, your hand in mine and we would pretend to decorate our future house. But all we came out with were more lavender candles and a burning lust for each other. You turn the mundane into something truly magical. 

Venus in Gemini: You drive me crazy, I never know where we stand. We spend the most incredible nights together and then I don’t hear from you in forever. Maybe that’s your style, you wanna look me in the eyes and not read my words on your phone. We sit for hours and people watch, making up backstories for them. When I’m with you I have no sense of time, all I can think about is your mischievous smile and the way you play with my hair. Your love is all-consuming, like nothing in the world matters to you more. With you my sense of reason is completely clouded, I’m yours for the night and every other night. If you’ll have me. 

Venus in Cancer: My hero, my sensitive babe. Your heart on your sleeve, that look in your eyes and I was yours forever. When you kissed me I could see our lives flashing before my eyes. Sitting on opposite sides of the sofa. Your nose in a book but your hand on me, like you needed to be connected to me or else you’d die. Every time you catch me staring at you I can’t help the grin on my face. You are fragile and strong, creating this protective space around us where we can just be together. I love how you’re not afraid of your feelings, and how you already named our kids even though we need to discuss it lol. You make it feel so real, like you are the missing piece of the puzzle. 

Venus in Leo: I remember the first time I met you, it all happened so fast. At a party, my friend introducing you and before I knew it your arms were around me. I remember melting into your hug, and the electricity in the air when we finally let go. Everyone else thought it was weird but we both knew, there was no turning back. Being with you feels like running through a field of flowers, faster and faster. Your laughter and your moans echo in my head. My legs feel like giving out but your hand refuses to let go of mine. It’s that smile after you say something clever, and they way you make me feel like it’s just me and you versus the world. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this loved. 

Venus in Virgo: You make me feel whole. Driving down the freeway blasting our songs, I can’t sing but you don’t care. Your hand on the stick shift and for some reason I got all hot inside. It’s the way you wrap your arms around me at the checkout line, like I’m yours and you don’t care who knows. You’re thoughtful and observant, you make me feel like I matter to you. And it’s not an act, you are actually that kind. I’m trying so hard to describe you, but all I can think about is that night when my family fell apart. You drew a bath with bubbles and you held me until the water went cold. Then we ate raspberries (my favourite) and watched Modern Family. And then you loved me until I didn’t feel like I was falling apart anymore. I think that describes you more than words ever could. You’re the one I see sitting next to me on our porch doing a crossword puzzle, in our old bodies. But it doesn’t scare me because your spirit is forever young. 

Venus in Libra: Being in love with you is so easy. Our first date was to the movies. You gave me a red poppy and held my hand the entire time, gently playing with my fingers. My heart was about to beat out of my chest but somehow I was calm, because you were. I love the way you talk so easy, with that breezy confidence. Like you’d never tell me a lie. The way you were charming and kind to everyone from the bus driver to the server at the pizza shop. After talking to each other all night in the park, it was the only place that was still open. My mum still asks about you. I think she loved you more than I did, and that’s saying something. 

Venus in Scorpio: God, the way you tear me apart and then put me back together. Over and over again. You of all people know that life isn’t always chocolates and roses. You’re not afraid of the ugliness of human nature, instead you try to find the silver lining, the beauty in the madness. You demand that I’m honest with you, and in turn you trust me with your own secrets. It created a bond beyond love, or maybe it was love. It just felt different, like it was based in reality and not a love story. You’ve seen me at my worst and still think I’m beautiful, because you see people’s souls. Nobody can hide their true nature from you for you are an expert of reading between the lines. Your animalistic passion penetrates deep, and everything becomes a haze of lust and obsession. Because if you’re not obsessed it’s just not worth it. I would trust you with my life, because you would sacrifice your own for the one you love. 

Venus in Sagittarius: We had just gotten comfortable on the top of the mountain we climbed when you hit me with “Do you think out of seven billion that some people have the same personality?” And you packed my favourite sandwich, tomato, mozzarella and basil. A moment of breathless kisses and triumph. Your strength made me feel strong too, and your devotion made my heart swell. You never stand still but it doesn’t matter, because you take me with you and always make sure I’m alright. You make me feel included, showing me off and introducing me to all your friends. I’ve never felt more proud than when I’m standing next to you. When you told me how much you loved me I knew it was true. 

Venus in Capricorn: The true romantic. What drew me in was that calm stare, you looked like trouble I swear I was gonna faint on the spot. You could keep up with me, and when you took my hand and said “Trust me?” I somehow believed you. But what made me fall for you was how you kept all your promises. Your presence is honest and true, the way you make me feel like I would never be alone, like I would always have a friend. I love falling asleep in your arms to your heartbeat. You’re gentle with me, I can feel your love in every touch. Your love made me believe I could do anything, because I knew you would stick by my side. If I asked you to. 

Venus in Aquarius: Keep it cool, that’s how you roll. Almost untouchable, but you let me touch you. It was like the seasons changed in seconds. You finished that last drop of champagne and said “Let’s get wet”, then we jumped in the pool. And then you kissed me. It felt like breathing underwater, I don’t even think you live in the same world as the rest of us. I texted you at 2 a.m. and you didn’t hesitate. Trapped between your body and the wall, your lips on my neck and I was already in heaven. I never thought you loved me back, until you showed up on my doorstep, whiskey on your breath and tears in your eyes. After that I never doubted you, because I knew then that your love was more than words. 

Venus in Pisces: With you it’s all about the moment, and moments with you are plush and whimsical. Like sitting on a cloud. You are still the only person to ever write me a poem. And when you asked me if I liked it, how you let me see your vulnerable side even though the look in your eyes was sheer terror, you were brave. I was at loss for words so I just kissed you deeply. You see the beauty in the little things, like asking me about what I dreamt last night or giving me cupid earrings so they could whisper sweet nothings in my ear when you’re not around. Your love is poetic, you actually think of me and what makes me happy. Whenever you see something that reminds you of me you always let me know. I can’t help but think how lucky I am to be so cherished.

OH YEAH FORGOT::: SCOTT had a full on intense conversation with me and others about Taylor (in a total Proud Dad Telling Us As If We Don’t Know His Daighter At All kind of way) and then he just DROPS IN, “OH I REMEMBER WHEN RED WAS COMING OUT AND I LISTENED TO SO MANY SONGS AS IT WAS MADE AND THEN A YEAR IN, 9 OF THE ONES I THOIGHT WERE THE ABSOLUTE BEST WERE REPLACED WITH EVEN BETTER”…???

I was like LOW-KEY DYING bc I was like ARE U TELLING ME MR. SWIFT THERE ARE more RED masterpieces out there WE MAY NEVER HEAR????????

It Ain’t Me: Part 10 (I)

Jungkook x Reader ft. Yoongi

Request: Can you make a fake text about how bf hears a rumor about y/n and decides to break up without even knowing the true facts

Words: 2.4 K

Genre: Angst

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Jungkook had barely gone to sleep when his cell came to life, ringing relentlessly to wake him up. He thought about ignoring it. Sleep didn’t come to him easy these days because a perpetual movie was playing in his mind since the day he found out about his sin. It started with the first time he had met you. 

He remembered being star struck as he ran his eyes all over you unconsciously in the fated get together of mutuals where he had first met you, trying to register all your features because god you were beautiful. An ethereal creature amongst meager men. He remembered the way your lips curved slightly as you savored the taste of bourbon. He remembered the way you swallowed the bitter whiskey quietly, paying no heed to the sexist jokes of the host, although he could tell they were getting on your bad side by the way your hand tightened around the crystal of poison. Oh, yes he remembered. He remembered the way you lashed out on the host, not being able to take the male chauvinism and the general approach of men sitting in the room objectifying women and how you had openly criticized the host and his ideologies, not shying away from calling him names that some people would definitely be talking about later. You dragged his ass right through his own party because that’s how you kept your environment neat. You weeded out the negativity. 

He remembered when he had followed you right out, not caring a dime about how that would look to people, and run after you to find you waiting for a taxi with your arms crossed across your chest in anger. He had somehow mustered up the courage to ask you to stay a little longer and you had agreed upon the condition that it would not be that party. So together you had gone to the café that was right across the street, the words BEER CAFÉ splintered across the front. It started with an acceptable beer and respectable introductions, your conversation but soon it turned into tequilas and guffaws and before he could blink, the night grew into day. At that moment, he had decided. He knew that he just had to get to know you more. 

So he did. 

One date turned into many, and many dates turned into a relationship. It was a quick decision, thoughtless and one he didn’t doubt, moving close to each other. 

The beer café became a sacred place; one you would visit every weekend. He would come over at your place and stay the nights more often than not. On some days you would make love, on other days it would just be an old school but an extremely satisfying movie night in that ended in sweet promises and cuddles. He loved you, he cherished you and you did so much more for him. 

Suddenly, the movie skips time. 

It comes right to the moment when Seulgi suddenly visited his house with a picture of you sprawled across the bed, a man hovering over you and both parties quite obviously naked. The world slipped from right under his legs. This…this wasn’t true. You would never do that. Ever. But Seulgi stopped him, there were more. She emptied out her bag on his bed, with more pictures than he could count on his fingers of you in various situations, in various positions, with various men, and each time your face was twisted in pleasure. He knew those expressions. You would make them for him when he pressed sweet kisses on your neck making you moan breathlessly, when his hands explored every inch of your body, finding a new weak spot every time which he exploited shamelessly making you bite down on him. When his mouth trailed your neck down to your sweet core and he devoured you, setting your body on fire. 

When he fucked you. 

That’s how you looked and he knew that look. But it was not for him. 

His vision went white as a tear and then two fell down his cheeks. Suddenly, everything felt pointless. Him running after you, that decision to move closer, those kisses, those dates. Everything had suddenly lost meaning because you didn’t love him like he loved you. 

Time skips again. 

You message him, leave voicemails, and try to contact him after he broke up with you but he won’t answer. He can’t. He sits and listens to your voicemails, and his heart feels like it’s playing tug of war and ripping itself apart when you cry and cry, asking for just one chance. One meeting to make him believe you. But how could he? Those pictures, those motherfucking pictures, were driving him insane. He felt mad all the time, he felt contempt towards you- who had failed to love him, so the next when he met Seulgi and she confessed her love, he didn’’t think twice before kissing her hard their teeth clashing together. He knew he was fucking up. He didn’t like Seulgi. He didn’t feel like his entire existence was for this kiss, like he felt with you. It was passionless, emotionless and pointless. But he would do it. 

He would hurt you like you hurt him. 

Two weeks of trying and your voicemails stopped coming. You stopped ringing him. You stopped texting him. You stopped trying to convince him. He fell into a new routine. A lifeless, senseless routine that he doesn’t care about. He made a girlfriend that he didn’t love. But at least he was doing the right thing. He couldn’t give in to his feelings for you. 

Once again, time kicks him hard and throws him into a new cut.

The café. You sitting with Yoongi. That was all and he saw red. You had forgotten about him. You couldn’t care less that he was still breaking apart everyday, you couldn’t care that he would wipe his tears all night thinking of you. You simply didn’t care. So he walked up to you and vented out. He called you names, humiliated you and broke you apart just like you had done to him. Surely, this would help him sleep better? It would help him accept the reality of the situation, it would make him accept himself. 

But your eyes. Your eyes were unflinching as you took a hit from his words. Somewhere in his ball of fury, your gaze became fiercer, breaking through his powerful image and hitting him right in the heart. You weren’t lying. He knew it. But how could he believe. So even as you fainted, he let Yoongi take you. He wouldn’t take a step, not until he had confirmed the truth. 

Another leap in time.

You were true. Your words were true. Your intentions were true. Your love was true. And he took too long to realize that. He made too many mistakes before realizing that.  After reading the exchange between you and Seulgi, a hazy blanket of hate had been lifted from his eyes in the harshest way possible. And dare he say he deserved it. Why should you ever come back to him? What reason did he give you? He knew he had destroyed an intimate connection between the two of you by repeatedly mistrusting you and to top it all, he even dated the person who had cooked up this recipe of destruction. He knew it all too well. However, he couldn’t stop himself from trying to reconcile with you. Like a shameless brat, he still wanted everything to be okay. He wanted the dread and guilt in his heart to be replaced by the love he felt for you. He wanted the harsh blankets covering him in the night to be replaced by your soothing touch. He wanted to call you. He wanted to take you in his arms and beg for your forgiveness on his knees again and again. 

And he tried. 

He tried to call you. He tried to text you. He visited your apartment. He even called Yoongi in hopes of finding any information, but he had received a cold response. He went to your workplace and waited there for hours on end to catch a glimpse of you but you never came out. 

You never came out because you didn’t work there anymore. 

You had all but vanished. Your number was not in service anymore. You had shifted out of your apartment. You didn’t visit the Beer café anymore. You had disappeared. He didn’t give up though. He thought of contacting your colleagues but realized he didn’t know anyone’s cell number. The revelation hit him like a bucket of ice-cold water. How could he not know anything about your colleagues? What if something happened to you at work and he couldn’t get in touch with you? Who would he call? Was he even in the position to blame Seulgi for anything when he didn’t even know something as simple as this? 

Each time he came to this conclusion, it connected to the beginning and the movie began all over again. Sleep was a luxury that he could not afford. His conscience wouldn’t let him get away with what he had put you through. 

That’s why when the phone rang incessantly, he was double minded about answering it. However, he turned around and brought it to his ear without paying attention to the called ID. 

“Hello?” He answered, unintentionally letting his tiredness seep into his voice. 

“We need to talk.” 

A jolt of electricity passed down his spine and his tiredness completely abandoned him. He immediately sat up straight, his senses on edge. He clutched his phone tighter in his hands and brought it closer to his ear to the point that he was sure there were going to be imprints on his skin. 

“___? ___, I’m so sorry-“ He began but your voice cut him sternly. 

“Jungkook. Look, I just need to talk to you, okay? Just tell me this, can I meet you right now?” 

Jungkook replied faster than a hurricane’s wind. “Yes. Yes, of course. Where do you want to meet me?” 

“At your house, if you’re okay with that of course.” 

He knew that he should have expected it but he couldn’t stop the dull pain growing his chest at the unfamiliarity you were expressing. You were cold and distant, like you were a stranger to his house. Like you hadn’t come there as much as he’d come to your old apartment. 

“Yes…” His voice slightly cracked and he cringed at the sound. He took a deep breath and steadied his voice. “Of course, you are welcome here anytime. You know it.” He said. He knew he was pushing his luck, pretending like nothing so bad had happened that it would stop you from coming over but it was all he could do. He couldn’t fathom you feeling like a stranger in house. 

There were a few seconds of silence on your part before you curtly replied. “Alright. I’ll see you in 30 minutes.” You hung up.

Jungkook removed the phone from his ears to look at it and despite your cold response, he couldn’t help the smile that was creeping up on his face. He kept the phone on his bed and hurried to clean his house before you arrived because it looked like a mess and he was sure it smelled worse. Oh god, he had to take a bath too. 

As he hurriedly moved around his house, cleaning up the mess all he could of was your call. You had called him. That meant something right? This had to be a chance. 

What else could it be?

Jungkook was ready. Thirty minutes had already passed since you had hung up and his house was as neat as it could be. The bed sheets were neatly plastered on the bed with minimal creases. The glass door facing the city was spotless and glistening with the orbs of lights emitting from the skyscrapers.  The wine was ready in cabinet but he daren’t take it out yet. He didn’t want to seem too at ease with the situation, which he really wasn’t, but if it came to that, he was ready to please you with some of your favorite wine. Double-checking everything for the 20th time, he nervously looked at the clock. 9:30 pm. You should be here anytime. 

As if it was a rehearsed play, his doorbell came to life. His heart almost leapt right out of his chest but he steadied himself speed walked to his front door, opening it with more haste than he intended, to find you standing in a black dress and a thin overcoat clearly not meant for the kind of chilly winds gracing the city from past few nights. You were paler than he remembered and slightly thinner.  You were frowning, and your lips were in pursed in a tight line. You cleared your throat, clearly unnerved by his shameless ogling but he couldn’t help himself, you looked as beautiful as the first day he had seen you. Just as ethereal. 

“May I come in?” You finally spoke up. 

The formality in your words cut through his heart like a knife. He swallowed, forced a smile on his face and that the feeling in his heart, the feeling that everything was going to go wrong was untrue. 

He took a deep breath and brightened the smile on his face. 

“Yes. Please come in.” 

To be continued…

Much love,


Alan Taylor, GRRM on Jon/Dany

DEADLINE: With over 10 million viewers watching the 9 PM broadcast and growing each week, plus all those on the other platforms, I think it’s pretty clear they are going to stick around, if for nothing else to see what brews up between Jon and Dany…

ALAN TAYLOR: (Laughs) There’s been an inevitability to the two of them coming together. It’s been foreshadowed over and over again, and those who know the books know it’s inevitable, but that doesn’t tell you anything about how it’s going to play out or how it’s going to go. I remember when I was doing Season 1 and we were on location in Malta, and George R. R. Martin came to visit. He was sitting in a chair, and he was being really quite open about things that were to come…

DEADLINE: About Jon and Dany or Game of Thrones in general?

ALAN TAYLOR: Bit of both, but it was early days and nobody was paying attention to the show. We didn’t really know what a phenomenon it was going to be, and I think he was being less guarded than we’ve become since then. Anyways, he alluded to the fact that Jon and Dany were the point, kind of. That, at the time, there was a huge, vast array of characters, and Jon was a lowly, you know, bastard son. So it wasn’t clear to us at the time, but he did sort of say things that made it clear that the meeting and the convergence of Jon and Dany were sort of the point of the series.

So, I was happy that a big step forward was taken in the episode I got to do this season is where he has fallen for her both, you know, emotionally and politically I think. He recognizes what she’s capable of, and is ready to bend the knee as soon as his knees bend. There’s still a step further to go with them in terms of the romantic side of things and a lot more to play out in terms of how the politics and the power struggle will work, but it was at least a sort of solid step forward in that major arc.


Yoongi as your boyfriend would include...

Originally posted by yoongles

  • Okays now lets begin
  • I feel like Yoongi wouldn’t date someone unless he knew a little about them
  • So you two would start of as friends (even if he liked you when he first met you, he just wouldn’t be comfortable starting a relationship with someone he didn’t know)
  • Anywayyy, both of you would be friends for awhile just so he could make sure what he felt for you was real
  • And when he knew it was the real deal there was no holding this boy back
  • He wouldn’t waste any time telling you he loved you
  • It would most likely be in the middle of the night when he confessed
  • He would ring the doorbell of your apartment (ignoring the string of curse words that followed and the large bang that he could only assume was you falling out of your bed)
  • You would open the door with messy hair and lopsided bunny pajamas but he wouldn’t care
  • Yoongi would kiss you right then and there, not giving a damn that you just rolled out of bed
  • He’d smile into the kiss once he felt you reciporcate
  • He would pull back and stare in your sleepy eyes, watching in amusement as you tried to form words
  • But then he’d just go, “Shh, I need to go back to sleep” before brushing past you into yOUR APARTMENT leaving you dazed and confused to question yourself what the fuck just happened
  • You’d just leave him be though, it wasn’t worth getting you eyes scratched out for waking him up
  • Over the next few weeks everyone would be kind of confused
  • They couldn’t figure out whether you and Yoongi were actually dating or just friends
  • However, one fatal night in Yoongi’s studio in the middle of making out Taehyung would burst in
  • Before running back out in the hallway screaming “oh my gOD THEY ARE DATING! FINALLY!”
  • You would giggle slightly which was then cut off by Yoongi sticking his tongue in your mouth again (rude boi)
  • There was no filter in your relationship btw
  • Yoongi would kiss you everywhere and anywhere he wanted
  • He’d also grab your ass a lot
  • So yeah he’s a big fan of PDA despite him not seeming like it
  • He just loves showing you off
  • He’d secretly dedicate lyrics to you during concerts, winking and pointing to where you sat, letting everyone know that you were his and he was yours
  • Yoongi would also be really possessive and jealous, but not to the point where it became overbearing
  • It’s just little looks and glares he’d send to the person who dared flirting with you
  • This also caused the boys to start flirting with you just to annoy Yoongi
  • You two were deemed the ‘grandma and grandpa of bangtan’ and believe me you both lived up to that title
  • You two spent most of your dates in the dorm and complained about anything and everything
  • There was also hardly a time when the both of you weren’t asleep together (not like that…)
  • Taehyung and Jungkook would constantly record the both of you for future blackmail
  • But even those two couldn’t deny that you both didn’t look adorable
  • You were the only one that could actually get Yoongi to relax
  • When the boys got worried that Yoongi was overworking himself they called you over, already knowing he wouldn’t listen to them
  • But once you arrived you’d pull him over to the studio couch, ignoring his whines, and he’d instantly fall asleep in your arms
  • Whenever he was on tour he’d ditch recording sessions and dance practices despite your protests just so he could skype you
  • Most of the time it’d be really sweet as you both exchanged “I love you’s”
  • But other times it’d become quite naughty if you know what I mean ;));)
  • He’d also send you encouraging texts throughout the day to help you get through work/school
  • You two would rarely fight
  • But when you did it was B R U T E L
  • You and Yoongi are both hardheaded and stubborn so it was hard to agree on some things
  • Your fights would include screaming matches and bringing up pointless things from the past that added fuel to the fire
  • The aftermath of the fight was the worst part
  • Yourself and Yoongi had a hard time apologizing so you two would ignore each other for a few days
  • However, after thinking about it for a long time one of you would apologize
  • And the other would immediately forgive them because you both missed each other so much
  • Yoongi would also be a big cuddlier in private
  • He loved having you in his arms on his days off, cherishing the way your body seemed to fit so perfectly with his
  • Overall you and Yoongi had the cutest relationship that most were jealous of
  • He wouldn’t know what he would do without you

Originally posted by kinkyoongi93

  • Now lets get to the sexy stuff ;)
  • Yoongi wouldn’t go easy on you when you got down and dirty
  • Don’t get me wrong, there were times when you had soft sensual love making
  • But most of the time he would be very rough
  • Slight kitten kink (okay huge kitten kink)
  • He’d love having you on top, not because he couldn’t be bothered doing anything but because he wanted to admire your fucked out state while riding him
  • Yoongi would love pulling your hair
  • He’d probably do it while he was kissing down your neck to expose more of it or when he was taking you from behind, then he’d bunch it into a makeshift ponytail
  • He’s pretty experimental in bed but he would make sure he remained dominant
  • Even when you were on top he’d hold your hips and guide you onto his dick
  • Most of the time you’d come out with multiple bruises on your hips due to his roughness
  • This boy would absolutely L O V E marking you as his
  • It was unlikely for you to have no love bits after sex
  • He’d leave them all over your neck, collarbones, chest and thighs making it impossible for you to cover them
  • As I said before he’s a jealous lover, so every time someone as much looked at you he’d make sure you remembered who you belonged to that night
  • He’s also the daddy type (he prefers kitten and princess though)
  • Yoongi would make you strip for him and would buy you the most expensive lingerie only for it to be ripped off your body later
  • Obviously he’s big on eating you out
  • But again he loved having you on top
  • You weren’t sure about it at first but once Yoongi grabbed you by your thighs and ordered you to sit on his face you’d practically melt
  • He would eat you out as a form of roleplay, it was his favorite thing to do before you two actually got started
  • He loved the way you pulled at his dark locks while looking into his intense eyes, as his tongue teased your clit
  • Hanbane is also a big post-sex cuddlier
  • He wanted to relax after intimate moments with you, so having your nude body pressed against his was like a dream
  • In conclusion you and Yoongi were practically the cutest couple (and the hottest of course ;))

Anyway I hope you guys liked this. I’m thinking about making this a mini series for each member just like my fake texts. Let me know what you guys thought! (。♥‿♥。)

Taehyung and Jungkook


Originally posted by stylesinthewild

Part 2

  Harry Styles was the clingy type of boyfriend. When the nights came that you were finally able to share the same bed, Harry would sleep with an arm draped over you. During the night, the heat would make you want to pry his arm off of you, but every time, he would wake up and put his arm over you once again. He’d never tell you the reason why, but it was due to paranoia. Paranoid that one day you’ll be tired of having to sneak around, of having your relationship hidden, of not being able to show the world, how much you both loved each other. He felt that if you were to leave him, you would do it in the middle of night. He knew that even in your most selfish moment, you would think of him and not be able to let him see you walk away. Therefore, he never let you go.

  One night, many thoughts roamed your head. Fans were beginning to speculate about your relationship, and as much as you loved Harry, you knew that when the date came to go public, you would not be able to handle the new found attention. As you kept on thinking, the clock kept on ticking, and Harrys’ hold kept getting stronger. The hold that once made you feel at home, began to feel uncomfortable. Those arms weren’t only yours, they belong to millions of fans as well. Fans who would not welcome you. Whose words were capable of taking away those arms from you.

 Suddenly feeling overwhelmed by those thoughts, you’d try to release yourself from his hold, and Harry kept waking up, securing his hand around you once again. It went on for about an hour, going from every twenty minutes, to every ten, to every five. Neither of you were getting the sleep you needed, and by four o’clock, you were fed up with it. His hold was suffocating you, and one last time you’d try to pry his hand off, and that time he did not put them back on you. You turned around to face him, to study his features, knowing this would be the last time you’d be able to see them up close. Moving with what was probably the grace of a predator, you got out of bed, quickly and quietly, trying to not wake Harry up, not knowing he was up with you.

  Feeling the bed move, Harry woke up, thinking his worst nightmare was actually happening. You were going to leave him. When he saw you enter the restroom, he quickly sat up, not daring to move. You’d be able to hear any sudden movements, seeing as it was early in the morning. He kept trying to think of different ways to convince to stay. They ranged from “First thing in the morning, i’m going to go up to the management, and tell them we want to go public” to literally begging on his knees “I’m sorry, angel! We’ll find a way, I promise.” He wasn’t sure exactly what he was going to say, but he didn’t care. He was simply desperate to get you to stay with him.  

  You were sitting on the bathroom floor, reading the letter you had wrote months back, not believing that a day would come when you would actually use it. You smiled as you read your letters vividly remembering the events you wrote on it, when you heard sniffles coming from inside your room. As quietly as you could, you got up from the bathroom floor, and tried to quietly walk back, when suddenly, the lights came on. There, in front of you, stood Harry, with puffy green eyes, the ones that you had fallen in love with, and a red nose. His watery eyes met yours, his mouth moved, but all you were able to make out was “please… I love you… you’re the best thing to ever happen to me… I love you.” Harry kept mumbling things after, but you were unable to make out half of what he was saying.

 Harry was a mess, he knew it. But seeing you calmly staring back at him, made him become even more heartbroken, knowing that no matter what he said, he would no longer be able to change his mind. Turning away to wipe his tears, a black object in the closet caught his attention, your suitcase. The suitcase he bought you when you went on your first ever trip together. The suitcase that you brought when you moved in to his house, the one that had become yours and his home. Harry could not believe an object that once held some of the happiest memories of your relationship, could now hold the saddest memory… the ending. He saw you walk up to it, and he quickly tried to snatch the handle from your grip, only to loose his footing, and ultimately fall down.

 You saw Harry lying across the floor, and as much as you wanted to help him up, you knew that whatever he told you next, would cause you to stay. Knowing that staying here would only bring you harm, you grabbed the handle, and started to walk out the door, when you heard Harry say, “I love you, isn’t that enough?” Not being able to look Harry in the eye, you shook your head, and left the room, leaving the note in the bathroom, and ignoring his pleas for you to stay with him.

 Harry cried for what felt like hours. And once he finally decided to get up from the floor, he noticed he had slept with the watch that you had given him on his last birthday. The watch had been gifted as a joke, as Harry would say that time would stop when he was around you. You had told him that with that watch he would be able to see how time would keep ticking and it would show that no matter how much time would pass, you would still be by his side. That watch had been the first thing to come in contact with the floor, causing it to break and forever read the same time, 4:18 a.m.

 You left him at 4:18 a.m.

A/N: Hi guys! This is my first one shot, and hopefully the first of many! I originally submitted this story to another blog ( @adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy ) and i decided to post it, and begin writing other fan fiction. Please let me know what y’all thought :)

Hi I’m iguanodont and I don’t know how to draw monsters
They eat sea garbage and smell like 10 million rotting fish
The oldest ones are completely infested with giant parasitic hagfish that are kinda just eating them alive
Nobody remembers if they’re manmade or natural but some of em still hang around the few remaining coastal cities and slurp up their pollution (and the occasional ship)
They don’t come out of the sea anymore but rumor has it they used to trash entire cities back when they were spry young kaiju

anonymous asked:

okay but ive been wondering this for like 2 years (since they cancelled the inhumans movie): why do x-men stans want inhumans to fail?

  • FOX claimed the sole movie rights to X-men back in the 2000′s
  • Marvel starts making successful movies of there own a bit later
  • Marvel now wants those movie rights to the X-men back
  • Fox is like nah
  • Comics aren’t very profitable anymore
  • movies are VERY profitable
  • marvel starts aligning their comics with the movies, hoping they will sell more that way, thinking movie-goers will want to go out and buy the comics
  • X-men comics are best sellers and have like 15 titles
  • wait a minute
  • Free advertising for movies we didn’t make?  
  • We’re generating hype for FOX?? 
  • Aw hell no
  • Tank the x-men comics. Just like. Extinct them or something. Kill off their leader. Cut down on titles. Slowly but gradually we’ll make them less relevant.
  • ….but we DO have the movie right to the inhumans tho….
  • But sir, hardly any one knows of the inhumans, they’re pretty obscure to general audiences-
  • -look, If we can make the guardians of the galaxy a hit, we can do anything
  • Marvel starts pushing the Inhumans in comics while shoving X-men titles in a broom cupboard on the basement level of Marvel inc
  • ….while changing the core message of these inhumans comics to one of ‘Survival against prejudice’ ‘Normal people are now waking up with inhuman powers and learning to cope with them’ while ‘trying to fit in with the human race and other super powered factions’
  • so like
  • They’re the new x-men who ARENT the x-men
  • p much

A little doodle of @inaheartbeat-film! It just released today and it’s so cute and exactly what I wish I could’ve seen when I was first coming out. I remember as a kid searching all over for positive gay age-appropriate content and a lot of the times the only gay films I could find were shorts but they usually ended sadly. I wish I could go back in time and give this to twelve-year-old me.

JYP Groups as Types of Siblings

Wonder Girls

  • Oldest, late 20s
  • Already married and has a couple of kids
  • Wine mom AND vodka aunt 
  • Family oriented, but calls only once a week
  • Was extremely popular in school 
  • Probably was the cheer captain 
  • Used to smoke but blamed it on 2pm
  • Laidback and super cool
  • Has a Wonder Woman sticker on the back of her mini van
  • Values education 
  • Still the life of the party
  • Hotter than you will ever be 


  • Older, popular twin, mid 20’s
  • Had a fuckboy phase
  • Now is now a gentleman
  • Has a kid who lives with his ex
  • Used to be Got7’s role model during the fuckboy phase
  • “Boys have swag, men have class”
  • Still lives at home, but is only there to sleep and eat
  • Loving older brother, but teases a LOT
  • Can probably bench press over 200lbs
  • Enlisted in the army
  • Is somehow involved in politics and business???
  • Plays Pokemon in his underwear in the living room


  • Younger, forgotten twin, mid 20’s
  • Sentimental, cries a lot
  • Wears glasses and often has them stolen by the others
  • Collects pop figures
  • Moved out years ago and no one noticed
  • Wanted his own birthday party instead of sharing with 2pm when they were kids
  • Awkward
  • Tired and done
  • Never comes home, only calls during special events
  • The “you’re adopted” sibling
  • Used to be just as crazy back in the day before reality hit him hard
  • The only one who knows how to do taxes

Miss A

  • Early 20’s
  • Doesn’t remember name of all her siblings
  • Dramatic as hell
  • Used to be a bitch
  • Moved away for college and never came back
  • Calls regularly, but is in different places every time; Shanghai one day, Jamaica the next 
  • Stone cold resting bitch face
  • Probably catfished a sugar daddy on social media before
  • All business no play
  • Used to be a theater kid
  • “I’m finding myself”
  • Smells like a walking cashmere candle


  • Late teens
  • “skate fast, eat ass”
  • Dropped himself as a baby somehow
  • Says “yolo”, “swag”, and “dude” in his daily vocabulary
  • Immature but loveable
  • Is lowkey deep
  • Got a tattoo when he was 16 and now regrets it
  • Gets all the girls
  • Class clown in school
  • Made it into an ivy league school on a sports scholarship
  • Tries to act tough but is actually a cutie pie
  • World’s best uncle


  • Mid teens
  • Is highkey emo
  • Girlfriend broke up with him in 4th grade and he hasn’t been the same since
  • Writes poetry and always wears beanies and hoodies
  • All the genius genes went to him
  • Could get as many girls as GOT7, but is too shy
  • Discusses social issues and ways to solve them with justice during family dinner
  • Knows every internet meme and what’s trending at all time
  • The sweetest of sweethearts; protects Twice from boys
  • Is Twitter, Instagram, and Tumblr famous
  • Does daily vlogs
  • Gifted in every way possible


  • Early teens
  • The family favorite
  • Softest, protect her at all costs
  • Likes making arts and crafts for her family
  • Loves hugs and kisses
  • Cannot go to sleep without hugging something or someone 
  • A little ditzy, clumsy, and sometimes annoying
  • Still has all her stuffed animals, barbies, and legos from when she was smaller
  • Gets bullied at school, but fights back “with love”
  • Doesn’t know she’s gay yet, but everyone else knows
  • Role model is Beyonce, but used to crush on Justin Bieber
  • A child prodigy and a future legend

Stray Kids

  • Tweens
  • Edgy™
  • “Fuck you, dad! I’m going to live with mom!”
  • Is the actual incarnation of Damian Wayne
  • Can’t watch horror movies
  • Broke his leg once while riding a ripstick
  • Angst at an early age
  • Wears sunglasses indoors
  • Listens to both rock music and classical music
  • Misunderstood and needs a hug
  • Gets into fights with internet trolls on Minecraft
  • Actually overwhelmed by life and needs urgent help
  • Gets babied and likes it but will not admit it