she know the truth and so does he

No Goodbye?

Jeremy Gilbert X Reader 

Word Count: 905

Requested: Anon

Request: Can you write one where the female reader leaves the grill cause she gets jealous of a girl being all over Jeremy? Reader tries to brush it off but she loses it when the girl tries to kiss him. Reader she leaves the grill and goes home but later on the night Jeremy comes over wondering why you left so quick and without saying bye. You said doesn’t matter and he says it does to me and that he knows it matters to you. So she tells him the truth. (Surprise me with the rest but with a happy ending)

Originally posted by ohmylittlegilbert

(Y/F/N) - Your Friend Name

You were supposed to be concentrating on the conversation that you were having with (Y/F/N) but your eyes kept wandering over to Jeremy who was at the bar, you had a crush on him and you tried to brush it off but there was girl flirting with him, and something about it was getting to you. You’d known Jeremy for years and that was what stopped you from telling him in the first place. “Just go over there!” (Y/F/N) ordered and you shook your head.
“No, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” You mumbled still looking over.
“Fine then pay attention.” She ordered and you grumbled as you tore your eyes from the scene and looked at her. “I asked you to come here for a reason remember?”
“What was that again?” You asked smirking and she rolled her eyes pointing down at the paper on the table.
“There is a paper due next week for my writing class! I chose Fantasy because you could help but your not helping!” She yelled that drew the attention of a few people including Jeremy, who finally noticed that you were there. Jeremy stood up taking his drink with him and walked over to sit next to you.
“(Y/N)?” Jeremy asked.
“Oh hey.” You smiled as he sat down in the only chair that was left at the table.
“I didn’t see you were here.” He smiled as he looked between you and (Y/F/N), you’d all been friends before you left school and you all still talked, (Y/F/N) liked to stay out of your meeting though because she knew that you both liked each other and were too stupid to see it.
“We came in to do some work, we’re unsuccessful right now.” (Y/F/N) answered.
“Work? Like what?” He asked.
“Well unlike you two I have to actually get a qualification to get a job so, I ned to write a fantasy piece and she was supposed to help me, but she’s not doing so well.”  (Y/F/N) answered.
“What do you need maybe I can help,” Jeremy suggested.
“Well, I need some information on Vampires and Werewolves.” (Y/F/N) answered.
“Oh, that’s easy… Vampire are pretty much everything you read about, information for them is actually really easy to find, Werewolves, however, the information gets scrambled because there are so many different regions that have their own stories, There are some stories that say that werewolves can only half change and them we know that they change on a full moon nd they change into a wolf.” Jeremy explained.
“So I could go with werewolves that half change whenever they want-”
“Like the old movie Teen Wolf.” You said.
“Or they only change on a full moon and they change into a full wolf.” Se finished and Jeremy nodded smiling.
“Well thank you.” She smiled. “Damn that took longer than I thought.”
“Jeremy!” The girl from before called and you rolled your eyes as he looked over.
“Oh (G/N)” he smiled as she walked over.
“Mind if I sit.” She asked.
“There aren’t any seat left.” You mumbled
“Don’t worry I’ll just sit here.” She smiled sitting on Jeremy’s lap.
“Oh, of course, you will.” You mumbled.
“So where’d you meet Jeremy?” (Y/F/N) asked.
“Oh, I met him tonight.” She smiled,
“Wait and you think this is safe?” You asked.
“Hey!” Jeremy yelled smiling.
“Come on! There are dangerous people in this town.” You argued.
“Not someone this handsome.” She smirked.
“It’s always the pretty ones.” You smirked.
“Well, then it’s my funeral.” The girl smirked and then pulled Jeremy’s face towards her. Jeremy pushed away from her and moved her so that he could stand.
“How about another drink?” He asked, she nodded standing and then pulled him with her.
“I think I should go,” You mumbled.
“Should You?” (Y/F/N) asked.
“Yes.” You nodded and stood up leaving some money on the table for your drinks and you walked out.

You got home and changed into something more comfortable and then sat in front of the T.V, you heard a knock on the door about an hour later and you stood up and opened the door to see Jeremy. “Hey.” You smiled and he smiled at her.
“Do you mind if I come in?” He asked.
“Oh, sure come in.” You smiled.
“(Y/N) can I ask you something?” He asked and you nodded as you sat back on the sofa facing him.
“Sure.” You nodded.
“Why’d you leave?” He asked,
“What?” You asked frowning.
“Why’d you leave the Grill, you didn’t even say bye.” He answered and you sighed.
“It doesn’t matter.” You answered turning the flick through the channels on the T.V.
“ It matters to me and to you, if it didn’t you wouldn’t have left.” He answered taking the T.V control from your hand and turning your face back to him.
“Oh um, I… I left because I was jealous.” You mumbled voice getting quieter as you spoke but somehow Jeremy still heard you.
“You were jealous?” He asked smiling.
“Mmm.” You hummed.
“Thank god.” He sighed in relief and then he pulled you towards him connecting your lips. “I should have told you before.”
“Yeah, you should have.“ You nodded connecting your lips again.

Requests and general question!

On Adrien discovering LB has a crush on him...

Instead of him being upset that LB doesn’t like Chat, his “real self”, which even then I don’t quite see. Seems to me Chat is more Adrien allowing himself to have fun and be at eased with those that he’s comfortable with and doesn’t really separate the two sides. So! How about:

  • Adrien being super DELIGHTED that LB has a crush on him. 
  • on him, Adrien Agreste. 
  • she notices him, and likes him and he is delighted and giddy he can barely stay still. 
  • she likes him.
  • his lady really does has a crush on him!
  • and he gets so damn smug when LB teases that she could resist him when he’s untransformed and he knows the truth.
  • “Yes, sure Bugaboo, whatever you say.”
  • And he has that dumb smug smile that he knows something that she doesn’t and she’s just all, what? 
  • but there’s a job to do so she won’t think about it too much. 
  • and Adrien, flirting with LB as a civilian, watching her get flustered and shy and so damn cute around him. 
  • it’s too much for this lovestruck fool; he’s just falling more and more in love. 
  • and since he flirts through puns, LB kind of mentally crying
  • Adrien is punner
  • she still loves him but he puns too
  • she can never escape puns it seems 
  • and Chat noticing LB fondly staring at a poster of Adrien
  • and he’s blushing
  • so delighted, but also so sheepish cause that him she’s admiring and adores and loves
  • And Adrien, being unable to resist, constantly reaches out to touch LB
  • touches her shoulders
  • leans into her space, just to watch her blush cutely, and to be close.
  • and once, while gazing at Adrien’s poster, she asked Chat, “Have you ever seen anyone so amazing?”
  • LB you’re killing this boy.
  • just, Adrien being super happy that LB has a crush on, that she does love him and he so wants to reveal himself so they could be together but he resists because there’s solid logic in keeping identities secret and he does agree with it. 
  • but he’s also so wishful
  • and knowing his lady does like him is just so torturous. 
  • but she loves him, she really does
  • and it just sets his heart aglow
  • and like the romantic that he is, he believes with all his heart that they’re meant to be and will be together
  • this romantic nerd
  • this lovesick fool 

but bc no fandom would be complete without one i present truth pollen!klance where lance fights an alien or finds a plant that hits him with truth pollen and he has to answer any question honestly and he’s so frightened cuz he has the most to cover up like no one else have secrets really they’re all secure to tell each other what they’re thinking or feeling but lance has been careful to keep his happy mask in place but now he’s avoiding everyone like the plague and everyone is kinda surprised cuz what does lance have to hide?

and pidge is kinda curious maybe he’s trying to hide his huge crush on keith but everyone already knows about that so she tells lance not to worry about it no one will care but lance still refuses to leave his room until allura pulls him out and assures him no one will ask him anything and respect his privacy and lance is like alright if you can’t believe a princess who can you believe

so he goes to dinner and obviously he’s super quiet and everyone does as promised talking to and around lance without asking questions and anyway the team start chuckling about how this whole situation seems so funny and ‘oh lance the shenanigans you get into’ and lance just keeps quiet and his head down

and just as dinner is almost over shiro slips up and asks “honestly lance how do you always end up in these things?” and hunk and allura are immediately like nononono but it’s too late, w/o even looking up lance opens his mouth and is like “cause I’m stupid" and everyone else laughs but then they’re like……wait

Would Bulma have prevented Vegeta from going to the tournament?

It is clear that Vegeta tried throughout all episode of not showing how much he cared about the birth of his daughter, but it is also easy to think that Bulma had demanded him not to go to train for be present at birth, in the same way that  she demanded that he be on her birthday (We know that She is the one who rules their marriage).

But it’s a curious fact that in Episode 77, it was Bulma who reminded to Goku that he was going to invite to Vegeta to train. Even, she didn’t look disgusted by the idea. (In adittion, she felt guilty and apologized for holding up Vegeta’s training in episode 83). And It makes me doubt that if Bulma really had prevented Vegeta from going to the tournament in the first place.

Which makes me think that like does Goku work in the farm because Chichi forces him, Vegeta uses to Bulma as an excuse to justify his “acts of charity” in front of other people, as if “she forced him to be more human”.  

Maybe, also she demand him that he gives her affection (or to spend time together), so that she make believe him to be forced to do it, when in fact he wants to do it too.

And the only person who knows the truth is Bulma and she follows him in his game because he feels more comfortable, and she is happy with that.

anonymous asked:

Can we all take a moment to appreciate Blue and Lance bc. Yes they're The Ultimate Bromance™

blue and lance are ??? probably one of my favourite dynamics???


  • Lance totally vents to Blue about anything tbh.
    • First it’s because he wants to try and bond with her and then it’s because she won’t tell him to shut up if he keeps talking (there’s always a risk of that with people. Everyone gets annoyed eventually - it’s not their fault). 
    • Eventually it just becomes routine. Blue always sends these ideas to him – feelings and thoughts and concepts, and they feel like home. 
  • Blue does this thing in battle where she doesn’t tell Lance what to do, she just hints at things. 
    • She’s a little cryptic sometimes and it drives Lance nuts, but it’s worth it for the surge of pride he gets after he realises what she’s hinting at.
  • Blue’s a hidden savage tbh. 
    • Lance was mid-training session with everyone once and he and Blue were completing a loop. Lance was basically neck-and-neck with Keith, but Keith was just pulling ahead. 
    • Keith was like “guess you’re too slow to catch up, huh? Where’s all that gracefulness now?” and Lance was about to bite back with an excellent comeback, but then Blue transmitted this image and it was of Keith wandering past her in the hangar, tripping over his own feet and wiping the fuck out, and Lance actually fucking lost it.
  • When Lance gets super tired and lonely sometimes he clambours up into Blue and settles down in the cockpit. 
    • It’s not very comfortable which is why he now has as many blankets as he can safely fit in one of the storage closets. It feels like home though.
    • Blue regulates the temperature to make Lance feel extra cozy. Hidden bonus. 
  • Lance calls Blue so many nicknames it’s actually nauseating for everyone else.
    • At first everyone thought Lance was hitting on Allura again when he said “of course, beautiful” over the comms after she gave an order, but it turns out he was talking to Blue.
    • Honey, beautiful, baby girl, gorgeous, big blue, babe, darling, and when they’re alone and he’s feeling extra homesick: mi corazón. 
  • For ages Lance feels insecure because he thinks he and Blue have the closest bond but Blue never comes to rescue him like Red does for Keith.
    • He totally bottles it up and Blue knows there’s something wrong (they’re two halves of a whole) but she’s a giant lion, and whilst sentient, can only do so much. 
    • Eventually he tells her the truth because he’s shit at keeping secrets and she does her best to send concepts and images to him to help him understand. 
    • He eventually understands the reason she doesn’t jump into action to save him all the time is because she trusts him to find a way out of danger, to figure out a solution, to use his excellent tactical brain and figure out the best strategy for his crummy situation. 
      • (But because she recognises simply showering him in praise won’t do as much help as action, the next time he’s truly in danger she’s launching herself out of standby and landing, crouched over his injured form. Lance doesn’t stop smiling for a week). 

anonymous asked:

Can you please do the dai companions reactions to finding out the Inquisitor is actually royalty (prince/princess etc) and now their home is reaching out to them to get them back. But the inquisitor never really talked about it? Thank you!

Cassandra: She’s actually not as angry as they thought she would be. She’s miffed, of course, that they didn’t tell her, but she’s a bit more understanding– being noble isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. “Regardless of title, they now have a responsibility to the Inquisition.” she says sternly to whoever tries to bring them home. “They can decide for themselves whether or not they want to come home once our mission is complete.” She relates to them, and they often spend time talking about the follies of aristocracy and the horseshit that comes along with it. If Romanced: Her relatives in Nevarra could not approve more of their relationship, and as long as the Inquisitor himself is not up for an arranged marriage, the other side feels likewise. Both gag and ignore their families– they love each other for each other, not because it’s politically convenient. 

Blackwall: He’s stunned. He stumbles over his words when he speaks to them after finding out, not sure at all how to refer to them. They sigh and tell him to treat them like he always has, and he tries, though finds it a bit difficult to do so sometimes. He tries to ask why they left, but they don’t talk about it for awhile. If Romanced: He is extremely worried about going into romance with her. He doesn’t want the truth to come out– it will scandalize her, and he doesn’t want to do that to her. If she persists, he warns her that nothing good will come of loving him, but she still does. After he’s revealed, she shocks him by still loving him, still wanting to be with him. “Even though your family…” He’s cut off as she kisses him and reassures him that she loves him. He decides he’ll do good by her.

Iron Bull: He had information passed on from the Ben-Hassrath about who they actually were and why they left. He acts normally and doesn’t reveal that he knew until after their identity is revealed. When questioned as to why, he shrugs. “You left for a reason, Boss. If you don’t want that life, I was never going to tell anyone. That’s your right.” He knows they don’t like being treated differently, so he doesn’t. If Romanced: “You sure about this, Kadan?” he asks tentatively as they give him the dragon tooth necklace. “Your family isn’t going to like you fucking and loving a qunari mercenary…” As they consent and confirm with a kiss, he grins and pulls them back into bed. So long as they had each other, the rest of the world could fuck off, titles be damned.

Sera: She approves– not of their title, of course, but of the fact that they left all the royal nonsense behind. “Oh, piss right off!” she yells at whoever was sent to bring them back. “They’re sick of you and your noble shite! They know you’re all arseholes!” She’s not angry they didn’t tell her. “Why would I care?” she huffs. “I’m glad you don’t want the stupid title. You’re one of us lowlies, now, hah! Come on, now, let’s go stuff lizards in their drawers!” If Romanced: The same reaction as before, but she also scandalizes her girlfriend’s entire family by kissing her, repeatedly, or even having sex with her on the roof– with extra sex and kisses if her girlfriend left her home over an arranged marriage. “I love her for her, and she loves me for me– not because of any stupid titles or whatever!” she declares. She thinks it’s a hoot to constantly horrify the royal family. 

Varric: He thinks it’s a beautiful plot twist is what it is. He tries to press for more information as to why they left, several times, with varying levels of success and failure. Still, if they just want a friend who will treat them like a person, he’ll oblige. 

Cole: They feel the same to him as any other person, and he doesn’t really understand why it matters. He just feels their pain and stress like anyone else, so he’ll do his best to help them, as he already has been. “They don’t want to be called Prince(ss) (Inquisitor Name),” he says, “so we shouldn’t.”

Dorian: Oh. Oh, this is beautiful. He relates to them, a lot, and he’s not angry in the slightest they didn’t tell him. “A runaway prince(ss), I see? My, my! How interesting! Join the ‘nobles scandalizing our families’ club.” he teases, but he’s understanding if they vent to him about why they left– he knows how they feel. So they bond ever further, as friends, and he only gently teases them about their title from time-to-time. If Romanced: He’s worried. He tries to laugh it off, of course– “My, my, amatus, falling in love with a mage from Tevinter? Courting controversy and scandal, I see!” His lover persists, and he states that he loves him, titles and origins be damned. Romance takes slightly longer to proceed, because Dorian is a bit nervous about it, but he decides eventually fuck it– if they’re scandalizing their families, they’re scandalizing their families together.

Vivienne: She’s befuddled as to why they hid it at all. It could be a great asset to the Inquisition, and to themselves. “You shouldn’t hide your deserved title, Darling,” she scolds, “not now, and not ever. One day, you could be the Queen/King of your people, and you need to remember that. You are someone to be looked up to, and a leader worthy of respect. Your title only helps to reflect that.” She insists on, from then on, referring to them by their proper title, be it Prince or Princess, much to their chagrin.

Solas: He’s surprised, for once, but he thinks little of current nobility, so he leaves it be. He hopes that perhaps his lessons to them about magic and the Fade will be carried forward to their people, but otherwise respects their wishes to be not be addressed by their title and treated with respect, but none more than any person would deserve. If Romanced (I don’t know where the Elvhen princess came from, use your imagination): He seriously starts considering what will happen if he tells her the truth about who he is. He spends many nights laying awake pondering every possible scenario. Often, she asks what is wrong, to which he only forces a smile. “Nothing, Vhenan. Nothing other than wishing to take in your radiance.”

Cullen: He’s frustrated, not with them, but with the people constantly trying to take them home. “Oh, for Andraste’s sake, I’m well aware they’re royalty! It doesn’t change the fact that they have a responsibility to the Inquisition now. If they want to come home, they’ll decide that on their own terms, once everything is handled.” He has no patience at all for any of this noble horseshit. If Romanced: He gives pause, not fully realizing the fact that he’s dating a princess until after they kiss on the battlements, and it comes up when she teases him and remarks she’s happy that her title didn’t scare him away. He’s nervous, suddenly, because he has no titles outside of the Inquisition– she reassures him that as long as he loves her, that’s all she cares about, and while still nervous, he’s happy with that.

Leliana: She knew. Of course she knew– her agents would sniff out who they really were before their family got to them. She confronts them and asks why they left. They explain themselves and beg her not to tell anyone– so she doesn’t. “Keep in mind, though, that it does not matter if I keep your secret,” she warns, “your family is seeking you out, and they will find you. Everyone will know the truth, regardless of whether or not I tell them.” She still respects their wishes and treats them professionally as their spymaster, not fawning in the least over the fact they’re a prince/ss. 

Josephine: She’s startled and suddenly scrambles to correct all of her letters to reflect the Herald’s actual title. She also pulls them aside and scolds them for not telling her, and like Vivienne, says they should never hide it– it is a boon to themselves and the Inquisition. There’s no telling her otherwise. If Romanced: Her family highly approves of her relationship with the Inquisitor, and again, like Cassandra, if the Herald did not leave over an arranged marriage, their family is alright with it. Josephine falls in love with them like she would in any romance, and is a bit more understanding about why they don’t want to be treated like royalty.

Imagine Tom playing truth or dare with an interviewer

Interviewer- Well the internet want you to play truth or dare Tom, are you up for it?

Tom- Sure…

Interviewer- Okay, truth or dare?

Tom-Truth

Interviewer- @fangirl78 asks did you used to stalk your now wife y/n on social media?

Tom-*gif* Yes.

Interviewer- *begins sniggering* wow thank you for your honesty

Tom- you’re welcome *laughs to himself*

Interviewer- truth or dare?

Tom- I’ll go truth again…

Interviewer- @princesslaurea asks have you ever slept with someone on the first date?

Tom-*gif* Yes.

Interviewer- Wow, does y/n know? *he begins laughing again*

Tom- I hope so, she was there *a huge grin dawns on his face*

Interviewer- Again thanks for the honesty, guess Tom isn’t as innocent as we all thought….

8

Brennan has no intention of leaving Booth’s side for even a moment here. Their lives have been threatened once again. The stakes are as high as they have ever been.. But Booth and Brennan are in this together. They are better together. Partners, through and through. Just as Booth helped Brennan see her extraordinary self through his eyes (office scene), she does the same for him here. Brennan tells Booth what he so desperately needs to hear in this moment. It’s certainly not the first time she has been there for him when he is wracked with pain and guilt over the things he has done. And it will not be the last. But Brennan will always be there to let him know that he is truly a good man. She will always tell him the truth. And the truth is: he is the best person ever even though that can’t be confirmed empirically. Booth carries the weight of the world on his shoulders. Every shot he makes bears a consequence. Every life he takes means something to him. We saw the beginnings of this in the pilot. And here, twelve seasons later, Booth is still so clearly struggling with his cosmic balance sheet. But once again, Brennan reminds him that he did the right thing. He did his duty. And while the consequences of that shot 22ish years ago were dire, nothing that has happened is his fault. Max’s death is not his fault. Brennan assures him of that. And she sincerely believes it. No matter where these two are in life, oceans apart or mere inches from each other in a car, she will always be by his side. “I’m standing right beside you Booth, like always. Like I always will.”  Brennan frees him from this burden. He’s still Seeley Booth. And he still believes that every single life is valuable. Taking the shot will never be easy or uncomplicated for him. There is always a cost. And because he believes that he has a choice when it comes to killing another human being, he is constantly wrestling with his conscience. What if he hadn’t killed this man? Would Aldo still be alive? Would Max? Would Brennan have escaped injury? Who knows. We sometimes cannot quite predict the consequences of our choices. But he trusts Brennan implicitly. And the guilt he has been carrying around since Aldo’s death begins to dissipate. The slight smile on his face says it all. Booth can go into this last “battle” with a clear head and a renewed sense of purpose-  with his partner, friend, and love of his life right by his side. They are doing the right thing. For themselves, for their family, and for everyone they hold near and dear. With Booth and Brennan, it’s always been give and take. They are equals. They have saved each other, in more ways than one. Both literally and figuratively. Because they refuse to give up on one another. No matter the obstacle. They share their challenges. And they share their victories too. So much love and trust exists between them. That is part of why they fit together. Brennan will likely never stop reminding Booth of his goodness and heroics. And Booth will still need to hear it. It’s just who he is. So selfless and empathetic. It’s immensely difficult for him to see himself clearly, just as it was with Brennan earlier.  But maybe, just maybe, that balance sheet isn’t as important. Maybe he finally sees the truth in his wife’s eyes. And the fact that she will never leave his side proves something. Partners forever. Partners, always

° * ———— RIVERDALE SENTENCE STARTERS.

’ What? Sardonic humor is just my way of relating to the world. ’
’ Can I borrow the truck for the drive-in? ’
’ Ah okay. Isn’t there a nice gay kid at your school? ’
’ We both know what goes in those woods. ’
’ Alright. No cruising guys tonight. ’
’ I learned that from the Nancy Drew detective handbook. ’
’ What would your Holy Roller mother say about this, _____? ’
’ And where did you get those thigh-high boots? They’re amazing. ’
’ My type? Definitely. ’
’ But you’ve got more demons than The Exorcist. ’
’ Is it true what they say about your dad? ’
’ Does everyone here know? ’
’ That he’s the devil incarnate? I stand by my father. ’
’ I’m asking you now, right now, if you love me, or even like me? ’
’ I can’t give you the answer you want. ’
’ I’ve never been good enough for you. ’
’ I’ll never be good enough for you. ’
’ You are so perfect. I’ve never been good enough for you. ’
’ That’s where I was living before. ’
’ Why the hell aren’t you living at home? ’
’ Truth is things aren’t great at home. ’
’ He/she keeps promising that he/she will get his/her act together. ’
’ Screw that! Live with me. ’
’ It’s temporary. I’m going to figure something out. ’
’ Just don’t tell anybody, especially not _____. ’
’ She’s/he’s not going to care. ’
’ Well, exactly. Don’t tell her/him either. ’
’ Why did you leave the home? ’
’ You could’ve really hurt yourself. ’
’ I couldn’t just stay there, waiting for someone who was never going to show. ’
’ I don’t have any money. I don’t have anything. ’
’ Why don’t you just stay here? ’
’ They made that very clear, and that’s not what I want. ’
’ There’s no more stigma. ’
’ You don’t know what they’ll do. ’
’ I won’t have my baby raised in a home that doesn’t want it. ’
’ I cannot lose you again. ’
’ I’m not kidding, the clothes off our backs. ’
’ Like it meant nothing. Like it was nothing. Like I was nothing. ’
’ And you want my help to give it to your boy/girlfriend? ’
’ I was going to apologize to you. ’
’ Honey, I can’t agree to that. ’
’ I don’t want any part of it. ’
’ You weren’t at the drive-in. ’
’ Where were you? ’
’ You think that he/she has the stomach for that?! ’
’ You’re sounding crazy just like your sister/brother. ’
’ I didn’t get the memo we were adding another voice to the mix. ’
’ So that makes me…what then…backup? ’
’ I mean, you were just doing this as a favor to me, right? ’
’ You literally have zero loyalty. ’
’ Everyone else is…disposable. ’
’ You know…maybe it’s not such a bad thing to try a new voice? ’
’ You know how your father feels about pop music. ’
’ I understand, and I won’t. ’
’ Because if you do, he/she will somehow blame me. ’
’ I feel like I don’t even know who my mom and dad are anymore. ’
’ Is this your playing hand? ’
’ And yet, stop punishing yourself while you’re at it. ’
’ I got slammed because I didn’t know the play. ’
’ You know, I endorse this. ’
’ I’ve had my seven minutes of heaven with ________. ’
’ God knows what you’d say. Something to humiliate us? ’
’ Every town has one, the spooky house that all the kids avoid. ’
’ Linked in death even as they were in life. ’
’ It’s off-brand and it sends a false message of acceptance. ’
’ You got a date? ’
’ There is no record of her/him before that. ’
’ Facebook, her/him Linked In account…they were all created a year ago. ’
’ Where did you find all this? ’
’ The deep web, the dark internet. ’
’ Check it, it’s all online…simple Googling. ’
’ What’s happening out there? ’
’ What’s happening out there? Do we know? Is it about me? ’
’ Do we know? Is it about me? ’
’ You do you, girl/boy. I’ll be back. ’
’ What was it like before she/he got here? ’
’ What was it like before she/he got here? I honestly cannot remember. ’
’ No longer lactose intolerant, I see. ’
’ Oh, you don’t even know, do you? ’
’ The things they’re saying about your daughter/son at school? ’
’ Slut-shaming. It’s what they call it when sluts get shamed. ’
’ You should be writing about the real story. ’
’ And who shot that gun on July 4? ’
’ What the hell is a “Sticky Maple”? ’
’ No, _______, it’s a slut-shaming thing. ’
’ I’m neither a slut nor am I going to be shamed by someone. ’
’ Does he/she really think he/she can get away with this? ’
’ Does he/she not know who I am?! ’
’ I will cut the brakes on his supped-up phallic symbol. ’
’ I need you to tell me the truth about something. ’
’ Will he/she be able to make a living at it? ’
’ You’re here for me, aren’t you? ’
’ You’re here for me, aren’t you? Because of the autopsy? ’
’ We don’t need to do this in front of your classmates. ’
’ No, that won’t be necessary. ’
’ Back to no texting. What about you? ’
’ I’m back to being the shallow, toxic rich bitch who ruins everything in her path. ’
’ Is this…how you feel about…is it real? ’
’ It is. It is real. Maybe it’s not right, but it’s real. ’
’ I’m “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” but this place is strictly “In Cold Blood.” ’
’ I’m filled with dread. ’
’ Game changer - ________ got hot! ’
’ Six more reasons for you to take that ginger bull by the horns tonight. ’
’ He’s got abs now. Six more reasons for you to take that ginger bull by the horns tonight. ’
’ Is cheerleading still a thing? ’
’ Is being the gay best friend still a thing?! ’
’ What is a “Chock'lit Shoppe” and why does it sell burgers?! ’
’ We are all on the spectrum but my gay-o-meter says you should stick with what you know best…girls/boys. ’

anonymous asked:

inquisition companions react to finding out the inquisitor (who always covers their face) is actually the hero of ferelden? (Plus warden Alistair and Morrigan pls?)

Morrigan: She knew instantly, of course. It was the walk, the bearing, the weight on their shoulders and the pride that kept them tall. And their eyes. Those eyes, peeking out from behind their mask, would likely haunt her for the rest of her life, for one reason or another. “I’ll keep your secret, old friend, if you truly do not wish these others to know,” she tells them when she announces that she’s to join the Inquisition. If Romanced: “Ah, my love, how difficult it will be to keep your secret when we shall be sharing a bed. I will not be moved from this. We shall be a family once more, and that’s final. Now, take off that ridiculous mask and kiss me.”

Warden Alistair: Inwardly: Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. Okay, don’t panic. It’s only your damned commander here. No need to panic. Or say anything dumb. “Heeeeeeeyyyy there!” Damn it! If Romanced: Well, if the way they steal into shadowed corners frequently isn’t enough to give the Warden away, nothing will. But by the Maker, he will spend time with his lover! They’re out here risking their life against impossible odds, as usual, and he doesn’t even get to stay by their side for the duration! Necking in the corner is the least of their worries at this point.

Bonus King Alistair: Yeah, he really didn’t have time to notice. There were more pressing matters to deal with. If Romanced: “Keep that beautiful face covered, love. Your identity is a vulnerable point, as much as I hate that. Our enemies would use you to hurt me and use me to hurt you. If I can’t be here with you, at least you can try to stay safe.”

Leliana: She knew immediately when they were found in the Temple of Sacred Ashes, but she didn’t know what to do with the information. She kept it to herself, allowing Cassandra and the others to think whatever they wanted to think until she had the opportunity to speak to them alone. “Why are you here, what happened?” she asks them. Though their answers are far from satisfactory, she’s willing to trust that her old friend would never have done what they are accused of. If Romanced: “My love, we must stop meeting like this,” she giggles to them even though they’re shackled in a cell. She’s cleared the room to speak to them, ostensibly to question the prisoner. She grins at them, completely certain in her belief that they are innocent, that something else is at work, and she’s simply grateful to be back with her lover even under such circumstances.

Cassandra: She’s suspicious, especially with how careful Leliana is being around them. She wonders why they insist on the mask upon having their hands unbound, but allows it anyway. She has her suspicions about who they are but keep them to herself. When she finally knows for certain, she’s more confused than anything else. “Why not simply tell us who you are?” she asks. “It would have helped remove suspicion from you to know that you were the one who ended the Blight!” If Romanced: “You didn’t trust me with this?” she asks them, a bit hurt. “You are a great hero, someone I admired before we even met. And I treated you so poorly when we met. Knowing this would have saved us both a lot of trouble.”

Cullen: Though the last time he saw the Warden was in the midst of his torture, he remembers them as clear as day. He knows who it is that stands before him on the battlefield, masked and cloaked though they are. He could never forget. He would rather forget. If Romanced: “I knew it was you from the first moment I saw you, mask and all,” he confesses, rubbing the back of his neck. “I wanted to thank you, to ask your forgiveness for what happened the last time we saw each other, but I realized that you must be hiding for a reason so I stayed quiet. I’ve kept your secret, and I will continue to do so if that is your wish.”

Solas: He knows the name, he knows the title, he knows the significance of their actions, but he doesn’t know them. He recognizes them as he studies the Anchor, but it seems to him that their identity doesn’t particularly matter. He keeps it to himself more out of indifference than any desire to keep their secret. Whatever they seek by hiding won’t affect his plans at all, so it doesn’t matter. If Romanced: “I knew. I’ve seen your face in the Fade more than enough to recognize you, but I saw no reason to reveal this information. We were both under enough suspicion as it was without adding to it unnecessarily.”

Sera: She didn’t know. She had no idea. She thinks it’s kind of cool and she’s impressed that they were able to keep the secret so long. “If you’re that good at hiding yourself, think you’ll be that good at pranks?” If Romanced: “So you were a hero even before all this Coriffyshite? Wow, you’re even bigger than I thought. Famouser. More famous. Oh, you know what I mean. Now give me a kiss, you big hero.”

Blackwall: He’s taken entirely by surprise, and one of his first thoughts once the shock wears off is why they didn’t out him as not being a Warden. He’s too afraid to ask, of course. It’s humbling, though, to be in their presence, to know them so well and work together as they do. If Romanced: Again, he wonders why they didn’t tell everyone he wasn’t a Warden, but he figures that someday he’ll work up the courage to ask. “I’m sort of honored that you would want me, after everything, out of everyone. You could have just about anything or anyone you want, but I’m so glad it’s me.”

Vivienne: She didn’t know enough about the Hero of Ferelden to pick them out of a crowd, but the mask made her suspicious since they clearly weren’t Orlesian and it wasn’t decorative like hers; it was a mask to hide behind, not a mask to show off. She tried many times to parse their secret, to discover what lay under that mask. She had a feeling it was important and a good thing to know, but after a while she decided to let it be. If they wanted to tell her the truth, then they would, but all she was doing was exhausting herself. When she finally does find out, she’s more delighted than anything else and congratulates them on their ability to keep their identity secret for so long.

Dorian: Honestly, it wasn’t his business and he didn’t really care to find out why they always wore a mask. When he does find out, he thinks it’s all a marvelous joke and spends quite a long time trying to figure out what everyone would think if they found out. If Romanced: “Well, that’s… oddly intimidating, now that I think of it. You defeated an archdemon. Oh, amatus, and now you have to face another one? One that is controlled by an evil, ancient magister, no less? Don’t worry, I’ll be right beside you the whole time.”

Iron Bull: He had his suspicions. He’s not Ben-Hassrath for nothing, after all. But he kept his thoughts to himself and went along as if everything were just peachy. When the truth is finally revealed to him, he claps them on the shoulder. “No wonder you’re so good at slaying dragons!” If Romanced: “Yeah, I know. Thanks for trusting me with it, though. It’s okay, kadan. I’ve got your back.”

Varric: He didn’t know until they told him. “Look at that! I get to fight alongside both big heroes of the age!” he cries. “This is so going in my book. It’s way too interesting not to.”

Cole: He knew. Of course he knew. “Yes, tainted blood, aching heart, you’ve seen so much death, lost so much of yourself. It’s okay. I’m here. I’ll try to help.”

Josephine: She didn’t know, didn’t guess. She knew there was something worth hiding under there, of course, but she didn’t expect this. She wonders what the secret will do to the Inquisition, if it should be revealed or not. She leaves the decision up to them, but worries about the consequences if the secret is discovered by their enemies or accidentally revealed by their allies. If Romanced: “Oh, my love, why didn’t you tell me? This changes nothing about my feelings for you, of course, but I wish I had known!”

{PART 11} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; Jungkook opens up to you more about his family - while keeping your attention off the elephant in the room. However, the rosy feeling doesn’t last long when Jungkook drops you home to your apartment.

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time) 

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Been thinking alot about how fandom really focuses on Sansa and ‘lying’. To me, it is very overstated and overfocused considering Sansa never lies with malicious intent to hurt people. Sure, how she shapes and interprets reality in A Game Of Thrones especially with the Trident Incident is important (where she falsely recalls Mycah hitting Joffrey) is important, but it’s not the be end all of the character. How Sansa grows and changes is also vital. Here, I’ll try to make clear that lying is not one of Sansa’s ‘flaws’, she is human and is not perfect but holding her lies against her doesn’t really work.

I don’t mind discussion about how lying impacts on Sansa, and the role in plays within her story- my problem is when people use that as a reason to be against her character.

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I love you (MATURE)

I know this isn’t Marvel imagine, but i wrote this long time ago and thought maybe i should post it. 

The bed was so comfortable. She rolled around in her sleep and she felt like she was floating on the clouds. She starched her arm to touch her boyfriend, but all she met was more silky sheets. She slowly began to open her eyes, it took her some time before she could see properly. Her eyes needed some time to get used to the darkness.

That reminded her of the psychology class from the other day, when their teacher told them, that their eyes need thirty minutes before you could see anything.

She always found that very stupid, especially when she was walking to school in the morning. Her eyes didn’t need thirty minutes to get used to the darkness, she could see properly just after five minutes.

She looked around the room but she couldn’t find much known, and very dear silhouette to her. He was nowhere to be found, and that got her wondering, what he could be possibly doing at this time of the night. To be honest she didn’t know what time it was, and neither was she going to look, because it would be a crime to move from this holy position.

She was always laying on her stomach, she would much likely fall asleep on her back, but during the night she would always find her way back onto the stomach. It was the most comfortable pose ever. So she didn’t even bother to roll back and grab her phone form the night stand.

She was laying like that for solid ten minutes, even though it seemed to her like it was hours. She wasn’t sure how much time has passed, but she wondered how she didn’t fall asleep immediately. She is always the first one to fall asleep, she could lay anywhere, and within the minute, and she would be out.

But it was only because she was sleeping next to him, but when they were separated because of his tour and her school, she would barely get some kind of sleep. She just missed the warmth his body produced, the feeling of his strong, muscular hands wrapped around her body. His sweet little kisses all the way from her back, over her shoulder, around her neck and finally locking with hers. His low voiced “Goodnight” that was so innocence, but it would still send shivers down her spine.

She is so deeply in love with him, so over her head with him, he can make her lose her mind in less than a second. She would do anything for him, and that scares her the most. She never thought she would love anyone so much, it terrifies her sometimes. The thought that he holds her everything in his hands, her heart, her soul, her life, that one wrong word, move and she will be shuttered, broken, left in pieces.

He isn’t the type of person that would hurt her on purpose, he’s a sweet, loving and genuine guy. But lately he hasn’t been acting like himself. She understands that tour took a lot of his energy, and that all he wants now is peace and to relax, and she respects that. What hurts the most is when he says he needs to relax but he goes out with his friends, and comes home in early morning hours. She tried to confront him about it, but he would just raise his hands in the air, call her petty or just tell her that he missed them.

But so does she. She haven’t seen him in a year, all she wants now is, for him to wrap his hands around her, tell her he loves her and just cuddle for the rest of the day. She’s not asking for much, is she now? And even though he’s home now, she feels the same way she did when he was on tour. She misses him, and he’s right there, but just like he isn’t. She tried everything, she wonders if she did something wrong, is he mad at her, but anytime she would start a conversation about it, he would just push her off.

She let out a loud sigh and moved the covers from her body, and as soon as the silky sheets left her body, she felt shivers run down her spine, and only then she realised, the balcony doors were open, she was staring at them but she didn’t notice, not until now, and that’s exactly what he does to her. She wasn’t really sure why she felt the shivers because it wasn’t even cold.

And then she saw him, he was standing there, leaning onto balcony fence, looking so peaceful, maybe that’s the reason she felt them, her brain recognised him before she did. But one thing shocked her, he was smoking a cigarette. She was damn sure he stopped, at least that’s what he said. Well more correctly, that’s what he promised to do.

All she wanted to do was to go out, hug him from behind and just stay like that for hours. But she was afraid, afraid to move, because if he hears her, he will turn around and again go into his, now natural state, tensed.

She observed him for few more minutes, and then she decided to get up, she didn’t walk towards him, rather she went down to the kitchen and grab herself something to drink. She wasn’t really thirsty, but she couldn’t lay there anymore. She was so distracted that she almost fell over the pile of his clothes that was on the floor. And that little pile made her so angry, so she just wanted to turn around, go out and yell at him. Later on, she wasn’t even sure if she was mad about the pile, or about him in general.

She opened the fridge and just stared in, does she take bottle of water or apple juice. She went with just regular water, because she didn’t want anything sweet. She poured it into a glass and brought it to her lips, she was slowly drinking while looking through the kitchen window, into the dark, full of shadows, back yard. Shadows were playing around, enlighten the trees, now from this, now from that side. She calmed down a little bit, and she didn’t even hear him come.

Lately she was so distracted, it started to bother her. His low and quiet voice shook her out of her dreams. It was so quiet, but so was the house so it sounded like he was standing right behind her, but she knew he was either leaning onto kitchen door, or kitchen cabinets.

“Why are you up so late?”

She wasn’t sure how to respond to that. Does she tells him the truth, that she can’t sleep without him and that the person who sleeps with her now isn’t her boyfriend, but some stranger taking over his body? Or does she just lie to him, and tells him its school? She rather decided to say nothing but to stare through window again.

Now she could feel the smell of cigarette that he just smoked, and it bothered her so much. The smell was so unpleasant, she wanted to turn around and tell him to shower. She took a deep breath, put the glass into the sink, knowing that she’s going to wash it tomorrow. She slowly turned around, trying not to catch his gaze, slowly started walking towards their shared room.

Just as she thought she had passed him, she felt the strong grip on her hand. By then she was already pissed off, and all she could do was let out a loud groan. She tried to pull her hand out of his grip, but he only pulled her closer. Her face met his bare chest, and she appreciated the warmth and smell of his body, even though the smell of cigarette ruined it.

“I’m tired Justin, let me go, please.”

Her voice was low, she felt tired, but not physical tiredness, no the mental one was bigger problem.

“Apparently you’re not tired enough if you woke up at 2.30 a.m.” and what could she say to that. She hated it when he became cocky little shit, mostly because that wasn’t her Justin. She wanted to talk to him about everything, but she knew it would all turn into a fight, and for that, she was not ready.

“My mouth was dry, so it woke me up, can you please let me go now?”

She whispered into his chest, feeling her eyes getting wetter. No she didn’t want to cry, but sometimes we don’t cry because we’re weak, we cry because it’s the only way to let out the pain, the frustration. It’s the only way to make mental pain, physical. But she didn’t want to cry in front of him, she just didn’t.

But his question dried her eyes in a second, she again became frustrated and angry, but at the same time confused and sad. That’s what he does to her. Confuses her, completely.

“Why are you avoiding me? In the evening, you’re already sleeping even before I enter the room. You leave in the morning without a kiss, without a goodbye. When I want to make you feel good, and you know how good I make you feel, your head hurts, or you have an exam to study for, or just something else that doesn’t make any damn sense.”

She was indeed avoiding him, but she only did it because she thought that would protect her from him. She didn’t know why she needed the protection from him, but she felt that way, if he was going to push her away, she won’t be able to try and hold him.

She was once again speechless, or so she pretended she was. She was a burning lion, observing, but always ready to attack.

She felt his hand under her chin, pulling it up, to finally meet his gaze. Every single time she would look into his eyes, he would make her feel like she’s seeing him for the first time ever, that weird feeling in her stomach made her change her weight from her right to her left leg.

He looked at her, or more properly, he observed her, he was still waiting for an answer, but he knew he wouldn’t get one, not from her and not tonight. But did he even wanted it? No, he just needed her attention, but he didn’t realise he was the reason why she stopped giving him so much attention. She wasn’t even aware of what she was doing to him. He was making him go crazy, he hated her for that.

He moved so fast she didn’t even got to catch a breath before her back met stone cold wall. His hands were on each side of her body, her legs were wrapped around him, and they fit so perfectly. His face was so close, their noses touched and she could feel his hot breath on her face. He was looking deeply into her eyes like he was asking for permission, but she knew he wasn’t.

Their lips met, and there was no sweetness in it, no patience, only roughness. But she didn’t mind, he moved his left hand down her body and gripped her ass, ass his lips did the same, concentrating on her neck. His pace was at the same time rough but perfect. All she could do was let out a small moan, that made him lean more into her, and she could feel his smirk growing against her neck. She wrapped her hand around his muscles, digging her nails into his skin. Suddenly he pulled his lips away from her neck, and he moved her from cold wall to the kitchen table. She used the chance to take her shirt off.

As soon as her nipples were exposed and hit by cold air they got hard. His eyes moved from her lips to her breast and he didn’t waste any time. He took her right nipple into his mouth, nibbling and sucking onto it, while he took other one in between his fingers and started tugging onto it. She let out a loud moan of pleasure. His mouth moved from her nipple to her mouth.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, you know that? Let me make you feel the way I only know.”

He mumbled against her lips, the only response she offered him was a small whimper. He moved his lips down her jaw again, this time making sure to leave marks all the way from her neck to her breast. He moved his left hand down her body, until he reached her inner thigh. He moved the tips of his fingers against the sensitive skin, teasing her. She groaned and tried to pull herself closer to him, she was eager to fell his touch.

“Please, Justin” she whispered. Neither of them could wait any longer, but he felt indescribable pleasure teasing her. He slid his hand into her underwear, his fingers meeting her clit, rubbing it roughly. “So fucking wet.” He slid his fingers into her without a warning. Sudden pleasure made her let out loud moan, trying to get even closer to him, just so she could feel more of him.

“You keep moving closer to me, baby girl, even though there is no more place to move. See, only I make you feel this way. You should remember that.” He moved his lips from her neck and looked deeply into her eyes.

“I was going to tease you some more, but I just want to fuck the shit out of you.” he pulled his fingers out, pulled his Calvin Klein’s down, separated her legs and without a warning slammed into her. His mouth fell open while she moaned loudly. She wrapped her hands around his naked body, scratching his back.

“Fucking hell. You’re so tight, baby girl.” he hovered over her, making her back hit the cold table board. His mouth found her nipple and started nibbling onto it. Her mouth fell open from sudden pleasure. His hips found a perfect pace.

“Tell me how good I make you feel.” He groaned against her nipple. She wanted too, but the pleasure was too much and the only way she responded was through loud moan. But he wasn’t pleased with that. He slapped her ass, twice, once from right side, other time from left side. Burn that she felt after his hands made her whimper even more. When she still wasn’t responding, he picked his pace, even though she thought he couldn’t go any faster.

Their bodies moved in sync, and she could spot sweat dripping down his forehead. Even though the kitchen was very big, it became so hot in there that she wanted to jump out of her skin.

She felt his hand around her neck, griping her tightly, and the rough feeling almost pushed her over the edge, but he suddenly pulled out. The sudden feeling of emptiness made her whimper.

“You’re not cumming, until you tell me how god I make you feel, you understand me?” she nodded and pulled her hips up, trying to get him to continue. But he just looked at her. She took a deep breath and started.

“You make me feel so-“but she wasn’t able to finish. He pushed into her with so much force, all she could do was scream. She could see a smirk playing on his lips, he was pleased with her answer.

She felt the well-known feeling and she knew she was close. She won’t be able to hold it any longer, but she could see he was just as close as she was.

“I feel you getting tighter around me. You wanna cum, baby girl?” His voice was low and husky and she only could nod.

“Yes, please.” She somehow mumbled in between the moans.

“Look at me, let’s cum together.” Their eyes met, and like it was their trigger, his movements became sloppier and he let out a loud groan, while she screamed out his name, scratching his back. She could feel him feeling her up with his jounces and it was the best feeling.

“Oh fuck.” He mumbled, they both tried to catch a breath after an amazing experience.

“I love you.” he leaned closer and locked their lips once again. “I love you” she mumbled against his lips.

He picked her into his arms and carried her to their shared room.

Escape: the medical school years

It wasn’t easy.  He’d bitten his tongue more times than he could count. Lord knew Claire could get sharp tongued when she was stressed, but it was what he promised, and he would not break his vow.  He would support Claire through medical school any way he could.  Emotionally, physically, monetarily, it didn’t matter.

Night after night she spent studying in their flat.  Night after night he checked on her only to find she’d fallen asleep at her desk, or on the sofa with a book spread across her chest or fallen to the floor.  Night after night, he roused his wife, and led her stumbling, half-asleep to bed.

Night after night he let her rest while his body raged for her.  

It never stopped, the wanting her.  Some nights she tossed, muttering and restless. Some nights she thrashed and never fully settled.  He would not take advantage.  He would gather her in his arms, and soothe her with whispered words of love in Gaelic and rub her back until she stilled.  

Some nights she turned to him in desperation, grabbed for him, begged him. Those nights he took his wife in a passion born of abstinence too long observed.  

And then the drought would return.

The night before her anatomy exam Claire asked him to help her study. 

“I’ll do what I can, Sassenach.”  Jamie reached for her textbook.

“No.  I need to you lie down, and just let me name the structures of the body.”

He nodded.

“Naked.”

Jamie’s brows shot up. “Ye want me to be naked?  I dinna see how that helps ye study.”  

Claire flapped her hands impatiently.  “It’s what we do. We work with cadavers and study the different systems in the body.  It helps me if I can just go over it that way.  I’m not much for memorization via a textbook.”

“Ye want me to lay there.  Like a dead man.  Naked as a bairn.”

“Yes. Yes, I do.”  Claire looked up at her husband.  “Please?”

Jamie shook his head.  “I dinna understand it a bit, Sassenach, but if ye think it’ll help ye.”  He pulled off his shirt, and shucked his pants.  Claire had to smile at her Scottish husband.  Never any underwear. Ever.  

“Bottoms up or…?” he gestured to his crotch.  

“On your back first.”  Claire giggled.  

Jamie lay on the bed, and closed his eyes.  Claire got right to work starting with his skull and naming the bones.  While she never actually touched him, he could tell her hands were close to his skin. He listened to her unwavering voice.  He was impressed.  She knew her stuff.  When she finished the skeletal system she started over with the muscles, then the nervous system.  

He was fine until she started in on the circulatory system.  Her finger lightly traced the veins and arteries down his neck, across his shoulder, from his arms and torso to his femoral artery.  He couldn’t help it.  Claire’s touch never failed to arouse him.

“Jamie. Concentrate.”

“Sassenach.”  He cracked his eyes open to cat like slits, pinning her with his deep blue eyes.  “I ken ye want me to be a dead man.  But my, what did ye call it?  My ‘corpora cavernosa’ dinna ken that.”  He closed his eyes again.  

She continued with her work and asked him to roll over. Right. How, exactly does a man in my condition lie on his front, then?  

Again, her delicate hands traced his body, a brush here, a light finger there. All the time naming his body parts with a sure and steady voice.  

When she was finished he breathed a sigh of relief and got up, opening a drawer for his sleep pants.    

“Again.”

Jamie looked over his shoulder at her.  “Nay, Claire.  I’m done.”  She couldn’t seriously expect him to live through that again.

“Jamie. Please.”  

“No, Claire.  I listened to ye. Ye ken fine what yer doing. Ye never faltered. Yer ready for yer exam.  Now, put the textbook away and let’s get some sleep, aye?”

Claire panicked.  She never felt ready for an exam.  If she could just run through it one more time she’d feel so much better.  “Jamie, you said you’d help!”

Jamie took a deep breath trying to control his impatience. He understood her nervousness, he truly did, but sometimes Claire’s fear got the better of her. “Claire. Come, mo graidh.  Ye’ll be fine.”  

“Jamie, please!”  

Her voice was all Nurse Beauchamp, but Jamie was not her patient. Nor was he a practice dummy.  What he was, was a sexually frustrated husband. 

Which is why he snapped.  

“Jamie, please?  Please?  No, Claire, that’s the one thing Jamie canna do. He canna “please”.  I’ve no’ had the pleasure of my wife for weeks.  So dinna make it sound like I’m being unreasonable here.”  

Claire was shocked.  “What the bloody hell does that mean?”  

His voice was a low rasp of need.  “It means, Sassenach, that if ye run yer hands o’re my body one more time I’m no’ gonna pretend to be a dead man for much longer.  I’ll be very much alive wi’ you under me, knickers off, and me so deep inside ye, ye won’t know where I start and you end.”  

She gasped.  Claire stared into her husband’s eyes and saw the truth of it. The banked desire.  That hint of loneliness that she only witnessed one other time in her life.  

But dammit, he knew it would be like this.  She had warned him!  

When the guilt began to claw at her she fought back.  “Fine.  I’ll study downstairs then.” 

She grabbed her textbook, took one step towards the bedroom door and found herself lifted off her feet by his arm around her waist. She shrieked, and dropped the book.  

Jamie fell onto the bed taking Claire with him.  “Nay, lass. Not tonight.  Tonight ye come to bed on time.  Wi’ me.”

Claire pushed at his chest, but he was immovable.  Jamie pushed up Claire’s shirt and fastened his mouth on her breast.  She moaned.  It had been a long time.  The sensation hit her fast and she melted.  She maneuvered her shirt over her head and pressed him to her.  Jamie growled in response and wrapped his arm under her hips to press her to him.

Ifrinn, Claire.  God, I’ve missed ye.”  His mouth covered hers and she closed her eyes to the feeling of Jamie surrounding her.  Her legs were tangled in his and she lifted her hips in silent communication.  Jamie rolled to his back taking her with him.  When she was on top, he unfastened the button on her jeans, yanked at the zipper and pushed them down as far as he could, hooking her panties with them.  He rolled again, Claire under him, as he helped her in her attempt to kick them off.  

Naked.  Finally.  He nudged her knees wide and settled between her thighs. Tearing his mouth from hers he looked at her.  Hair wild.  Whisky eyes dazed in passion.  Mouth swollen.  Breath coming fast.  God, she was the most beautiful woman in the world. And she was his.  

“Jamie.  Please.”  That made him smile. That kind of begging he could listen to all night.

As much as he wanted to draw this out and savour the moment, he couldn’t. Claire’s hands were hot and desperate.  She wound her arm around his neck, pulling his mouth down to her, the other holding his bottom pressing him into her. 

It didn’t take long, and Jamie didn’t care.  They had been too long without. 

Sweet release.  

Claire wrapped her arms around her husband’s back, and hugged him tight. Jamie’s weight was the most comforting feeling in the world. He grounded her, held her fears at bay. She ran her hands down his back, feeling his familiar scars like a talisman.  

“Are ye studying again?” Jamie mumbled, head tucked against his wife’s neck, luxuriating in her touch.  

Claire smiled against his russet curls.  “Latissimus dorsi, external obliques, internal obliques, God, Jamie, you have the most amazing iliac crest.”  

“I do?” Jamie laughed.  “Weel, I have to admit, I’m rather fond of yer gluteus maximus, myself.”  His hand slid up her side, “And yer pectoral muscles are fine, too.”  

They laughed together.   He was her life, her love, her strength, her rock.  

“Thanks for helping me study,” she whispered.

Jamie planted a kiss on her collar bone.  “As long as it ends in a hands-on practice session, it’ll be my pleasure.”

Order from Your Commander (part 1)

Originally posted by cla-rke

Request: Could you do an imagine where you’re the commander and Bellamy falls in love with you??

Word count: 1,531

(A/N: I took a different approach when writing this, so let me know what you think! Also, if you want to see a part 2, if you could shoot me a message that’d be great :) ) 

Y/n could remember the day the Sky People came to earth very clearly. She and a couple of her people were on a hunting trip, trying to gather supplies for a feast celebrating the three year anniversary of her people’s liberation from the Ice Nation. They were corrupt and evil, and after several months of battle, they surrendered. Three months later, Y/n and one hundred of the former Ice Nation hiked up a mountain and to an empty field. The people appointed Y/n as their new leader and were comically named the Free People by nearby clans.          

 The feast was on the same day they landed. The Free People all thought it was a shooting star, but as it got closer and closer, they realized it was something different. It landed right outside of Y/n’s land. Not knowing who these people were, she stayed back to study them. They quickly set up civilization, scavenged for food and water, and laughed and partied. They were incredibly smart, but also a threat. They kicked out their own people, banishing these newcomers to discover the dense forest by themselves.

 Y/n’s people wanted to retaliate, to claim the land they all fought so hard for. She made them wait, though. She wanted the newcomers to feel welcome in their new home, and then attack them when they were vulnerable.

 It had been two months since they came to earth, and the new people, conveniently named the Sky People, had yet to discover the Free People’s village. Feeling safe and comfortable, Y/n decided to go out into the forest for some peace and quiet. The guards were reluctant to let her go, but she insisted. While she loved being the Free People’s commander, she missed her freedom more than anything. She couldn’t go anywhere without an escort. But she knew these woods better than any of the guards, so she was sure she’d be fine.

There was a clearing about a mile south of the camp that she would go to when she needed to think. It was on the bank of a wide stream, and the grass surrounding it was so green it looked unreal. Flowers blossomed on the stream’s edge and birds chirped lightly in the trees. The sky was overcast, but you were just thankful it wasn’t raining yet. Y/n pulled her jacket closer to her as a wind passed through.

 She was humming a light, delicate tune and throwing rocks into the stream, completely unaware of the people behind her. Three men from the Sky People had followed her to the clearing. Murphy, Bellamy, and Miller hid behind a large tree as they watched.

 “There’s no way she could fight us off. Let’s just grab her and go.” Murphy whispered. They were planning on taking her back to the camp to question her about the Free People and surrounding groups.

 “On my count…1…2…3!” Bellamy shouted. The three jumped out into the clearing and circled Y/n before she could register what was happening. Murphy grabbed her from behind, but she kicked out, right into his knee caps. Murphy doubled over in pain as Miller raced to tackle Y/n. They toppled to the ground and Y/n struggled to gain dominance over him. She got on top of him and punched his face a few times, stopping only when she heard the snap of his nose breaking. Bellamy picked her off of Miller and pinned her arms beneath his so she couldn’t take a swing at him. She kicked, but he was much taller than she was.

“Put me down!” Y/n shouted.

 “She speaks.” Murphy replied sarcastically. “I wonder what else she has to say.”

 Bellamy was much stronger than she was, and it took very little time for him to tie her arms around her back. He tied her legs together too, leaving just enough room for her to walk. Bellamy dragged Y/n by the hands while Miller and Murphy trailed behind. The walk wasn’t long, but long enough for Y/n to realize she was nowhere near her camp, which meant she was nowhere near her people.

 The Sky People’s camp was coming together nicely. They had built a giant wall and gate that two gunmen guarded. They opened it when they save the three men approaching. Y/n tried to hide her amazement, but couldn’t help but notice the amazing technology. Bellamy tugged on her ropes when she started to lag behind.

 “Where’s Clarke?” Bellamy asked a guard. His voice was deep and rough, and he spoke with authority. ‘Is he their leader?’ Y/n thought.

 “Drop ship.” The guard responded. They walked towards a giant, metal building. It looked exactly like the ship Y/n remembered on that day they arrived. They walked up a ramp and into a tiny room lined with weapons and makeshift beds. The weapons they had were unlike anything Y/n had ever seen. It was a good thing the Free People had not attacked, for the Sky People’s weapons were much more advanced and deadly.

 “Who is this?” Clarke questioned, eyeing Y/n suspiciously. Y/n couldn’t help but notice how attractive she was, and how innocent she seemed. But Bellamy appeared to answer to her. Was this their leader?

 “Don’t know. Found her in the woods. Thought she might have some useful information.” Murphy replied.

 Clarke walked up to Y/n and continued to survey her. “Who are you?”

 “I am nobody.” Y/n answered.

 “Nobody huh?” Clarke took a couple steps back. “You should just let her go.”

 “Let me at least try to get some information out of her.” Bellamy said. Clarke shrugged her shoulders and walked out of the drop ship. Y/n was back to being alone with the three men who had captured her. She didn’t know what she was going to do. Her guards would recognize soon that she was missing and would come searching for her.

 Bellamy shoved Y/n toward a ladder and pointed for her to climb it. It took her a bit longer than expected due to the ropes still hanging around her wrists and ankles. Bellamy, Murphy, and Miller followed suit. Bellamy grabbed Y/n’s wrists, untied the rope, and wrapped her wrists in ropes that hung on the wall. He left her feet the way they were.

“I don’t understand why you are keeping me captive. I have done nothing.” Y/n said, looking into Bellamy’s eyes as she spoke.

 “We don’t know you. And we don’t like people we don’t know. What’s your name?” He asked as he tied the ropes tighter.

 “Y/n.” She replied.

 “What group are you with?”

 “The Free People.” She saw no point in lying about that detail.

 “Haven’t heard of them.”

 “There are lots of groups around here you don’t know about. I understand you’ve been lucky enough to meet TriKru, yes?” Bellamy looked up at the mention of the Grounders. Y/n continued, “They’re a strong group. Kind too, if you don’t cross them.”

 “Yeah, we already messed that one up.” Murphy smirked at Y/n. She could already tell she wasn’t going to like him very much.

 Bellamy walked over to Miller and Murphy, and took a seat on an overturned crate. Y/n took this time to really examine him. He was tall and muscular with dark, curly hair and olive skin. He wore a black tshirt and jeans, and jacket like the guards had on outside.

 Bellamy took this time to examine Y/n, too. She was of average height but with strong, lean muscles. Her face was composed, and she showed no signs of fear. Most people would be fighting back, or at least sweating. That’s how Bellamy knew she wasn’t telling the whole truth. No one is that composed unless they have to be.  

 “What do you know about us?” He asked, breaking the awkward silence that had formed.

 “That you come from the sky and that you are survivors.” Y/n replied.

 “What does that mean?” Murphy snapped.

 “You all aren’t from here, and have managed to find food and water, make shelter, and fight. You’re survivors.”

 “How do you know this?” Bellamy stood up from his seated position.

“Your arrival didn’t exactly go unnoticed. You landed in shared territory between my people and the TriKru. You’ve held TriKru off so far.”

 “Why haven’t your people attacked?” He neared Y/n and was almost chest to chest with her. Y/n looked into his deep brown eyes; she took note of the pain and exhaustion in them.

“We haven’t found a need to. You haven’t retaliated against us yet.”

 “But if you did you would have the upper hand. I don’t understand…” Bellamy started.

 “Things aren’t always about having the upper hand. You are newcomers, we already have the upper hand, war or not. We recently fought a war with people who deserved it. As of right now, your people don’t deserve it.” Y/n calmly replied. Bellamy was taken aback by this answer, by the honesty and sincerity in her words. He blinked and opened his mouth to reply, but no words came out. After studying her face for a minute, he turned around and headed to the ladder hatch.

 “Miller, keep watch. I’m going to take a nap.”

part 2

title: baby it’s you
rating: T
pairings: sasusaku
summary: thirty kisses challenge
author’s note: so i saw this thirty kisses challenge thing, so i’d thought i’d try it out for sasusaku. i’m gonna try to post five at a time and we’ll see where these go


i. kiss on the hand: hold your partner’s hand with yours and kiss the back of their palm. this is a chivalrous kind of kiss that depicts your likeness and trust for someone.

Sasuke never had a place he could call home.

No matter how hard Naruto tried, Konoha never truly felt like home—it held too many dark memories, too many secrets, too many fears. He’d grown to find comfort in the people rather than the city; he’d learned to accept the title of brother from his blonde haired best friend, he’d agreed to be equals with Kakashi, he’d agreed to be friendly with those who gave him the chance. He felt comfortable, and it was nice, better than he’d ever thought it could be, but it wasn’t home.

But here, with Sakura in his arms, her rose hair in a small ponytail and her green eyes fluttering shut, he begins to feel differently. Here with her back in his chest, small, calm breaths reminding him of that she was here and alive—that he was here and alive—Sasuke thinks, maybe this is what a home is.

Maybe home is splays of pink hair on white sheets in the morning and a smile to rival the sun. Maybe home is small medical scrolls scattered in the living room after a long day’s work. Maybe home is his favorite bento box waiting for him when he wakes up at noon, despite her being a mediocre chef at best. Maybe home is her temper, unmatched by the most vengeful of gods and the most wicked of storms, that somehow, brings him the strangest sense of peace. Maybe home is little kisses on his jaw at four in the morning.

He looks down at his wife, her small frame beginning to curl into his, as if she was meant to fit there. Sasuke takes her limp hand in his own, gently curling his calloused fingers through hers and raising their hands. He brings the back of hers to his lips and let them linger as he reaffirms his conclusion.

Sakura stirs a bit and he swears she smiles (—and he does too).

Yes, Sasuke decides, Sakura is where home is.


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Let’s hold the phone and recall that

In season 1, Sansa:

  • Younger brother Bran was thrown off a tower and left crippled for life. 
  • Had to deal with the death of her Direwolf by the hands of the people she loved and admired so. 
  • Engaged in a bitter feud with Arya over the above. 
  • Witnessed a man dying in the Hand’s tourney. 
  • Dismissed by Joffrey throughout the year until suddenly he decided to play the gentleman. 
  • Had to deal with her father being arrested and her sister up and disappearing. 
  • Forced to beg for her father’s life and was promised he was allowed to live by her future husband only for her so called love of her life to order his execution right in front of her. 
  • Dealing with daily tortures and beatings from Joffrey. 
  • Forced to watch her father’s head and everybody else from Winterfell who came with them rot in spikes. 
  • Told Joffrey Robb would fucking destroy him. 
  • Considered going over the edge with Joffrey a great sane idea.

In season2, Sansa:

  • So frightened out of her mind by Joffrey that one wrong word would be the beating of her but still managed to trick his arse to save Ser Dontos. 
  • Continued to put up with daily beatings everytime Robb won a victory. 
  • Managed to make a friend in Shae. 
  • Dealt with Cersei’s constant digs just as much as Joffrey’s beatings. 
  • Nearly raped by a mob of folk and left to her fate by Joffrey, only just being saved by the hound. 
  • So terrified of Joffrey finding out she was “fit” to have his children that she tried to burn evidence of her having her period. 
  • Continued to put on a brave face and saying she is loyal to her beloved Joffrey despite everything. 
  • Had to deal with Cersei’s drunken ass and the idea of being raped, not saved as Stannis’ army approached. 
  • Also dealt with the hound in her own room and bravely made the smart decision in staying behind. 
  • Faced the idea of being Joffrey’s chew boy with even less value after he shoved her aside for Margaery.

In season3, Sansa:

  • Made some powerful allies with Olenna, Margaery and Loras and entertained the idea of actually marrying Loras so she could finally be free in Highgarden and away from the hell that is Kings Landing. 
  • So worried about Margaery’s safety that she told the truth about Joffrey. 
  • Actually gave her potential marriage with Loras a HUGE shot. 
  • So much so that she refuses Littlefinger’s idea to escape. 
  • But the troubling news of Tyrion marrying her instead hits her like a ton of bricks. 
  • And Littlefinger’s opportunity to escape is no longer open. 
  • Faces the possibility of losing her virginity to a man not suitable for her. 
  • Pretty much marries Tyrion and is humiliated throughout the day by what is happening but continues to soldier on. 
  • Tells a cold truth to Tyrion that she may never want him in her bed even though he could rape her if he wanted to. 
  • But despite that does try to make things pleasant with him. Best out of a bad bunch and all that. 
  • News of Catelyn and Robb’s death hits her. She has no true chance of escaping Kings Landing that she knows of now.

In season4, Sansa:

  • Mourned the deaths of her entire family and sunk in so much depression. 
  • No longer even finding comfort in prayers. 
  • Continued to deal with the likes of Joffrey mocking Robb’s death. 
  • Fished out of Kings Landing in a way that makes her look completely guilty in killing Joffrey. 
  • Shae also betrays her and drags her name through the mud. 
  • And Ser Dontos wasn’t even in it to save her because she saved him; only for the money. 
  • Taken to the Vale where her crazy aunt Lysa is completely and utterly jealous of her relationship with Littlefinger. 
  • Deals with Robin who is completely disrespectful and fucks up her escape from reality via the snow castle of Winterfell. 
  • Is constantly abused by Lysa. 
  • And Littlefinger continues to make creepy advances towards her. 
  • Which eventually causes Lysa to snap and try to kill her, only to be killed by Petyr. 
  • Sansa then has to cover up the murder so she can have some agency through Petyr as the father figure of the Lord of the vale and not face the Unknown.

In season5, Sansa:

  • Refuses Brienne’s help because (logically) she saw her bow to Joffrey despite supposably being Catelyn’s knight. 
  • Agrees to go along with marrying the son of a man who killed her brother in order to get her family home back as well as the fact she doesn’t even have a choice in the matter. This IS Littlefinger we are talking about here, the matter was already decided and she knew that. 
  • Has to deal with her childhood home being so corrupted. 
  • Has to deal with ghosts. 
  • Has to deal with a shady ass jealous lover of Ramsay’s following her arse. 
  • Comes face to face with Theon, the man who supposably killed Bran and Rickon. 
  • Deals with Ramsay’s parade of showing Theon about and has to dine with the man who killed her brother and betrayed her mother. 
  • Eventually marries Ramsay at sacred ground and is raped by him in her bedroom. 
  • Locked in that chamber for supposably months if Fat Walda’s pregnancy is to go by being constantly abused and raped by Ramsay. 
  • Chance at breaking out is betrayed by Theon, and as a result the woman who tried to help her also dies. 
  • Breaks out only to see Stannis once again fail to save her. 
  • Is so done with her life that she is ready to accept death at the hands of Myranda. 
  • With no other option, Sansa grabs Theon’s hand and jumps off a FUCKING TOWER with no certainly if they are going to make it as the alternative is just too horrific to imagine.

In season6; Sansa:

  • Survives her fall and is forced to run into the absolute freezing cold. 
  • And even BRAVES her way through a lake.
  • And is nearly dragged back to Winterfell only to be saved by Brienne.
  • But isn’t ready to give up Winterfell just yet as she knows there is nowhere for her or Jon to go without forever having to flee. And they need to set up a sanctuary for Bran, Rickon and Arya to go to if they are still alive. She is already gearing up to face the monster who made her life hell.
  • And that couldn’t be more clearer after he sends Jon the letter demanding he give her over or she will be raped and killed alongside their little brother Rickon. 
  • So vulnerable after everything that she cannot trust Jon enough after placing her trust in so many people to be let down time after time after time.
  • And she doesn’t even have the respect from the Northmen for actions she wasn’t in control of (marrying Tyrion and Ramsay); she’s more free than she has been for a long time but she still doesn’t have agency.
  • Accepts the likely possibility Rickon is going to die and prepares to kill herself if Ramsay wins and Jon dies.
  • So hardened and scarred by everything, that she watches Ramsay die with utter delight at the hands of his own hounds.
  • And even though she got Winterfell back alongside Jon; she isn’t recognised in her struggles and journey to get the home back by the North.

Now tell me this ain’t the most strongest character out there? She keeps on going on after taking hit after hit. I’m not so happy with some of the story deviations they made from the book, but Sansa Stark without a doubt remains the strongest and most fearless character out there after everything she’s been through.

Give the girl a medal. Shit, give her the heads of all her enemies so she can live the rest of her life in peace.

Fragile Design - Chapter 22

Summary - David Nolan is out to protect his family, in any way that he can. He enlists the help of Emma Swan and Killian Jones to help uncover the crime boss currently living in his sleepy town of Storybrooke, ME. Two stubborn and damaged souls now have to come together as partners to solve a murder and maybe even save each other in the process.

Modern au, fake marriage

Rating: M

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(image credit goes to the amazing @lala-mora (please don’t repost or copy; give credit where credit is due)

This chapter is dedicated to @optomisticgirl and her amazing support as I struggled to write this beast.  She helped with a tricky plot point.  I hope I did it justice and THANK YOU!

Chapter Twenty Two - David Nolan

November

David squints into the distance as he trundles down the road to Graham’s cottage - well, his and Mary Margaret’s cottage now - carefully maneuvering his borrowed truck through the snow.  He hunches over the steering wheel, leaning forward to swipe at the frosty buildup on the glass, but nothing happens.  Grumbling about the inadequate defroster, he brings his gloved hand to his mouth.  Biting down on the tip of one of the fingers, he frees his hand and goes back to scratching at the frost with his fingernails.  Removing enough of the ice to see through, he shoves his hand back into the glove then hunches over the steering wheel again, holding it in a death grip.

He can barely see, the latticed branches of the trees above him keeping out much of the predawn light.  The truck’s headlights pick up the drifting snow and winter shadow a few feet in front of him, but beyond that is a hazy void.  He’s anxious to retrieve Emma and get to the station where Edward Teach is waiting for them, but he forces himself to go slow, knowing that one wrong move could end with him crashed into a tree.  The town’s plow trucks are serious business and it’s only because he’d grown up on a farm that he feels confidant driving this beast in the first place.

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anonymous asked:

Could you write a short Harry story where it's you're 21st birthday in Vegas and you meet Harry at a club then end up at his hotel room? I had a dream like this and I wanna read about it over and over again xo

this is a little different and i’m sorry this is so late but i suddenly got inspired to write again so !!

“to finally being able to legally drink!”

you laugh as you lift up your glass and toast with all of your friends. drowning back the expensive champagne that your best friend had bought for this special occasion, you can’t help but let a tear slip down your cheek.

“happy tears, right?” your best friend tries to keep up your happy facade in front of the rest of the guests, and they all buy it, but you secretly know better. to say the least, this year was the hardest year of your life.

harry had left you.

on perfectly understandable circumstances, of course, but that doesn’t mean it hurt less.

“we can’t be together if we’re on opposite ends of the world,” he had whispered into your ear as you cried into his shoulder. “but i love you, kitten. i’ll always love you. and maybe one day, we’ll meet again.”

“oh yeah? what if you’re with somebody else?”

he pulls away slightly so he can look into your eyes–so you could see the severity of his promise. “it’s always going to be you. my heart is always going to belong to you. no matter who i’m with.”

and for the last year, you’ve been tucked away in boston, studying criminal law and trying not to search up his name on your computer every chance you got.

but now you were in los angeles, because your best friend had insisted you to drive down to party in the party state. so you did. and surprisingly, not once on the way down did you think you’d see him.

he was off in france, the last time you heard, filming a movie. so bumping into him in one of the roughest bars in downtown LA was just as likely as you becoming a surgeon (and with these clammy hands and fear of blood? that wasn’t gonna happen in three lifetimes). 

but as you sip the last remains of your drink, you see him.

you see him looking at you, through the midst of people–through the fog of cigarette smoke, there he was.

harry styles.

looking at you.

at first you’re certain you’ve finally gone crazy. you even pinch yourself a couple of times to make sure you’re not dreaming. and you see him smile when he spots you squeezing the skin of your arms.

hi, he mouths, like you two have never met.

like you didn’t think about him every single day.

your friends didn’t notice your sudden silence, blaming it all on your shallow alcohol tolerance, so they didn’t question you when you said you wanted to be excused to the bathroom.

meeting harry’s eyes again across the room, you watch him excuse himself from his friends and you’re halfway up the stairs when you see him following you. and it’s not until you have your arms around his neck in the small bathroom space that you knew for certain he was real.

Originally posted by irinagudronchik

“i missed you,” you blurt out in a whisper, tears stinging the sides of your cheeks. “how are you here?”

“your best friend texted me and told me that she would kick me in the bullocks if i dared to show up here,” he chuckles under his breath and wipes a stray tear away from your face. then he wraps his arms around your waist and holds you to him tightly. “but i couldn’t resist. i had to see you. even if it was from a distance.”

“how’ve you been?” you both ask at the same time. you giggle but you can’t stop crying and then you realize he’s crying as well and you both fall into each other’s arms like a bag of limbs.

harry rests his head in the crook of your neck and whispers, “come on, let’s get out of here. my hotel room is right upstairs.”

“my friends…” you trail off, not bothering to finish that thought because they surely would understand. this was harry after all, and you would give up anything to spent a second with him.

even if that meant everything you had.

harry wasn’t kidding when he said his hotel room was right upstairs, because it took only a few minutes for your back to hit his perfectly made sheets and for him to pull the curtains open–letting the night sky stream in as he turned the lights off.

thinking back now, one might think that sex would be coming next. which is a reasonable guess, since you both hadn’t seen each other for a year and here he was standing in front of you looking more gorgeous than ever…but one must realize that there was a thin layer of something very pure between you both.

and sex would surely break it.

“do you still love me?” you ask softly as he lies down next to you, suit crumbling underneath him. 

you turn your body towards him and run your hands through his short hair as he whispers, “of course. i don’t think it’s possible for me to stop loving you.”

“i like your hair,” you say, because there was nothing else you needed to know. you’re scared that you’ll never stop crying. “it looks really good on you.”

“i like your hair too,” he licks his lips as his fingertips rub the tips of your newly-cut hair. “we should’ve gone to the same barber,” he jokes and you smile. he hesitates, before asking, “are you….are you seeing anyone?”

you don’t know what to say but the truth. “yes,” you confess. “he’sare you?” and from the moment that question leaves your lips, you know the answer. he looks down from your eyes for a moment, unsure of what to say, so you tell him, “i’m happy for you. you deserve…happiness.”

“she’s not you,” he blurts out. his hands slowly inch down to cradle your cheeks in his palms. “you know it’s always you.”

“and you know it’s always you,” you pull him closer and breathe in his familiar scent. “tell me she makes you happy.”

harry smiles a little sadly, “yeah, she does.”

and you’re surprised because you genuinely feel happy for him. not one ounce of selfishness possesses you. okay maybe one ounce. “does she tell the best jokes?” you ask as your lips gently graze his jaw and you hear him suck in a breath.

his dimples are evident as he grins, “you know you tell the best jokes.” unable to resist it any longer, you kiss him. it’s slow and tender and full of passion, as if all the words you’ve been aching to tell him over the course of a year are finally being said all at once.

he pulls away and rests his forehead against yours. “i’m sorry i broke us,” he apologises and you shake your head because you refuse to believe that he can be capable of anything but happiness. “i hope he didn’t mind picking up your shards.” you laugh and a tear escapes his eye when he sees your laughter lines. “tell me he makes you laugh. i know how much you love to laugh.”

“he likes my sense of humour,” you say, “and he likes the way i get passionate when i present a case in class–he’s a budding lawyer too, just like me.”

“i’m glad,” harry whispers, tracing circles into your skin. “i’m so glad you’re happy.”

“you don’t know how happy i am for you. but no matter what, if this is the last time we’ll see each other–” both of your hearts skip at this “–i want you to remember that i’ll always be here for you.”

harry’s tears are staining the sheets below. “and i want you to remember how much i love you.”

you smile. “promise me this: in a couple of years when i graduate and you’re at the peak of your career again…”

“we’ll get together,” he promises. “we’ll meet in a coffee shop, or a bar like just now, or a park, or a concert, wherever…”

“and we’ll be together,” you conclude. “forever.”

he vows, “the next time we see each other, we’ll be together forever. and that’ll be it.”

“close your eyes,” you tell him, and you do too. “i like to think that when i open them again, you’ll be mine for good. and i’ll be yours unconditionally.”

both of you hold each other like the pieces of a ying yang. perfectly, naturally, rightfully.

“happy birthday,” he murmurs.

“you’re right,” you smile. “I almost forgot.”

you can’t help but realize how perfect you two look right now: him in a suit and you in a white dress.

the irony of it all makes you hold him tighter.


ahahaha lmao this is such crap but oh well