she thinks she is going to be famous

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I’ve been seeing headass headlines this for the past few days, and I simply ignored it bc the media does shit like this for money and clickbait. But I realized this is more than the media tryna get their coins, this is a blatant attack on black women and other woc. So @ white women? I think it’s time we have a little chat. 

1. Beyonce has gone through a miscarriage, and thousands of other women have been through it as well. It is a terrible experience that no one deserves to go through. But Beyonce is a FAMOUS PERSON, and she has one of the largest fanbases in the world. So when she delivers news such as being pregnant with TWINS, of course the beyhive is gonna to go above and beyond when it comes to the reaction.  Ya’ll dragged her through the mud w/ her first pregnancy trying to say it was faked. Now that she’s pregnant for a second time, she’s doing all these photo shoots to further prove the accuracy of it. And now ya’ll are criticizing her for it????? Tryna cover your asses for how you treated her 5 years ago??????? Get the fuck over it, because ya’ll didn’t say shit when these women did THIS w/ their pregnancy announcements: 

2. Serena Williams has been demonized and ridiculed for her body type since FOREVER. People say that her body is “too masculine” and how she’s “built like a man”. It’s fucking gross because Serena is one of the most hard working athletes in the WORLD, and her body type shouldn’t be affiliated with the blood, sweat, and tears that goes into her career. White women, you can’t say that you’re an advocate for equality when you criticize a black woman’s photo shoot, deeming it “soft porn”, and yet you praise THESE photoshoots: 

When a white woman, or hell even a non-black woman does shit like this, ya’ll are so quick to write article about how “empowering” they’re being. But when a black woman does it ya’ll all of the sudden wanna further sexualize and make it about “soft porn”??? Get over yourselves and let a black women love herself after receiving massive amounts of slander for her body type. 

3. The role in Ghost in the Shell is definitely about race. If her character’s mom is Asian, then why tf couldn’t they just get an Asian person to play the character in the damn first place???? 

She should’ve just said “a woc deserves the role more than me, but unfortunately I can’t control who they cast” and then moved on. But nope, she had to make it about herself and disregard the fact woc are hardly ever represented in movies, especially Asian women.   

4.  You can’t criticize a movie you don’t even relate to on a cultural level. Moonlight takes the components of black struggles, black culture, black life, and puts it into a true cinematic experience. You don’t have to like the movie, but the movie itself is more about whether you “like it” or not. It’s whether you relate to it, whether you feel with it, and whether your experiences correlate with the character’s experiences. A “better plot” wouldn’t do shit Becky, you either get it or not. Not to mention Camilla Long was kissing La La Land’s ass: 

So the point of this post isn’t to slander all white women and shame them. The point of this post to to show how frustrated black women are with white feminism. White women can be just as racist as white men, and they sure as hell benefit off that privilege. This is why a lot of black women these days kinda go side eyed when a white women says she’s a feminist. Are you a feminist for all women? Or are you a feminist for WHITE women. Please don’t call yourself a “advocate” for women if you’re gonna spend all this time bashing black women and other woc. Just say you hate black women and go. 

Recently it was revealed that Jason also watched a Flying Grayson’s performance before Dick became Robin, just like Tim did.

That got me thinking. The circus was pretty famous and traveled internationally, the flying Graysons were their main number. So just imagine how many DC Characters may have seen Dick perform before he became Robin.

Clark took Louis on a date when the circus was in metropolis, and seeing those people fly made him remember an old Kriptonian tale…

Jim took Barbara and James Jr. back when they still lived in Chicago. James didn’t like it, but Barbara was so happy she asked to go again the next day, just to see the acrobats on the trapeze. She started gymnastics class after that, but will denie it if questioned.

Selina watched through a hole on the tend. She was a very young woman at the time, and just wanted to distract herself a little after a tough day. When she saw that little acrobat, she knew he had an abnormal pontential, even though she only saw him doing very simple tricks.

Hal Jordan watched a special presentation they did for the army.

Oliver Queen saw a privet performance before becoming green arrow.

The possibilities are infinite (of course, no one was as bright as Tim, the only one who was able to link Robin to Dick Grayson after having watched a single performance)

so i work at lush and the most famous person i’ve served so far is adele. one day i’m just standing there moving some bubble bars and pretending to look busy when suddenly this lady comes in with her child. i think “she looks like adele if adele didn’t wear make up” whilst i go over to greet her. she asks me what a bath bomb is. i think “hmm, she is very unexpectedly cockney, like adele.” halfway through my description of bath bombs i realise holy fuck it’s actually adele, and i end up saying “so these are bath bombs, you drop them in the water mnnnnnnand theychangecolour n fizz…..do stuff……..” and i think she realises i suddenly know who she is because she gently but firmly tells her son to pick a bomb. she gets some for herself as well. i put her through the till and i realise she looks very tired, so i don’t want to bother her, but holy fucking shit this is adele. i’ve ugly cried so many times while warbling her beautiful songs. she’s unwittingly been there through some bad times for me. i want to say something but i’m not sure what, so i fixate on her bright woolly vest and blurt out “i like your vest!” and she immediately replies, very chipper, “aw fanks it makes me look like a rare bird!” she departs and i stand there shaking while i whisper to my colleague that that was adele. this reaches the back of the shop where a birthday party for a bunch of 14 year olds is going on and my 19 year old colleague just shrieks “WHAT” at the top of his voice. all the girls clamour asking if we have security cameras to prove it actually was her and i’m like, the proof is that i have suddenly become 10 times emotionally stronger after being in her presence. i have absorbed her self love and all of my exes have crumbled into dust, dissolving away like the bath bomb she’ll be using later on that very night

Janice is one of those students who is famous for Not Noticing anything. Her head is somewhere else, though her heart is very kind.  Her attention is always in a book, or her phone, or her music.  Because of this she does things no one else would ever do.  For example, late one night she’s walking home from class and hears an inhuman crying sound coming from a shadow in the bushes.  Anyone else would not acknowledge it and walk faster, but Janice, who is 90% distracted, thinks it’s a kitty.  "Here you go.“ she says, giving it a piece of her energy bar and patting it on the head.  It isn’t furry, but she’s Janice, she doesn’t notice.  She keeps walking, texting away.

She also feeds things she refers to as “birds”, “doggies”, and “bunnies”, though none of her friends who saw them would call them that.  She holds doors open for the creepy things that are following her.  She loses earrings at least once a week, and a voice whispers to her “Can I have the other one?” and she pulls it out and says “Sure, it’s not going to do me any good now by itself, is it?” and hands it to something entirely invisible, her eyes not looking up once from her phone game.

They repay her in small ways that have everyone in awe, and of course, Janice doesn’t notice these, either.  She steps in a puddle, yet her shoes remain dry.  She’s about to walk into a tree branch when it lifts above her head.  One night the shadow she meets in the woods is actually a human with a ski mask on.  He disappears.  Janice keeps walking without a single blink.

When people talk about the fae she snorts with a giggle and can’t believe they all take these myths so seriously.  She’s a senior and has never seen a single odd thing happen even once.

(X)


I love this because it happens so often (also that everything is a bunny)

Are The Girls Here?

Author: Juju

Pairing: Shawn Mendes x Reader

Warnings: fluff…so much fluff, also sorry for any typos or mistakes. If you find any, drop by my inbox and tell me please?

Word Count: 3.1k …sorry?

Summary: At one of Shawn’s Q&A’s, the fans seem to be more interested in you and Aaliyah than they are Shawn.

A/N: There was a Shawn imagine where it was similar but it didn’t include Aaliyah or the same questions. I asked the writer of that fic ( @1-800-sassy-mendes)  if she was ok with it and she was! Hope you understand! Xx

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“y/n? y/n wake up, Shawn’s doing the q&a and you said you were gonna come with me.” Aaliyah said as she shook you awake. 

“I’m up! I’m up. What’s-what’s Shawn doing?” You mumbled as you slowly rose from the couch. 

“The q&a! Come on! It just started!” She whined.

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Dating Wonder Woman would include...

The only headcanons I wrote was about Wolverine (here), and since I never received any other requests about head canons…I’m very glad to write another one with Wonder Woman yo ! Though I’m not sure I’m doing it right, I made it way longer than most headcanons I saw around I think, and also cut it in more than one part…I hope it’s ok. So here we go, hope you’ll like it

(My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)

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How you met, how you two fell in love, the first “I love you” : 

✶ You first met Diana when your brother, Bruce aka the goddamn Batman, dragged you to the Justice League’s Watchtower (against your will). You were already a Gotham’s vigilante just like him, the next big step was obviously the League, though you didn’t like the idea of being in a little “super club”…

✶ You quickly changed your mind when you met Diana though. She’s the first one who talked to you, and though your brother told you many things about the Mighty Wonder Woman, you weren’t impressed. 

✶ That’s what made her fall in love with you. Because you accept her just as she is. And you couldn’t care less about the fact that she’s a Princess, or one of the most powerful being on Earth.

✶ The way you’re never afraid to tell people what you think, even if sometimes it’s almost rude, is also another reason she fell for you. She loves the fact that you’re independent, and don’t take anyone’s shit, including hers. You keep her grounded when she gets a bit too cocky or something. 

✶ Another thing that made her fall for you : even though you went through a lot of bad things during your life, you always saw the bright side of everything, and Diana understood why Bruce always referred to you as his “personal sunshine”. You didn’t have any super-power, but hey, the ability to make anyone (even the Batman) smile and laugh was even better. 

✶ Your brother shipping you two even before you started to both flirt with each other like crazy. 

✶ Your brother calling you “an idiot” when you decide to not reciprocate the flirting after a while, afraid to bring her in your chaotic life. “She’s Wonder Woman, as if anything could actually hurt her”. 

✶ Diana being somewhat depressed while your avoiding her…And the League having an “intervention” to convince your stubborn ass to talk to her again. 

✶ You not resisting for very long, because…Well, she’s Diana Prince, and if you’re honest with yourself, you’ve been in love with her ever since you first met. Her not being even remotely mad at you for your sudden coldness toward her, on the contrary, being over the moon because you finally came back.

✶ Your brother giving you relationship advices : basically, do the opposite of what he would do. Best advice ever. 

✶ Becoming very close from each other because it seems you two are just hand made for each other. Conversation is always flowing just right, you don’t always agree with each other but always listen etc etc…A match made in heaven. 

✶ Diana knew she was doomed and totally in love with you the day you punched your brother AND Superman in the face because they dared to say you needed protection. “If I can punch you two idiots without you stopping me, then clearly, I’m fine without protection !”. Yup, she was definitely doomed.

✶Her knowing you hate when people protect you, but not being able to not do it…and you letting her protect you, because you love her, and if it can make her happy, then so be it. 

✶ Surprisingly, she’s the one that said “I love you” first…Right before what should have been a “suicide mission”. Needless to say it gave you a reason to fight like Hell to have the chance to tell her you love her too. 

✶ You never even had time to tell her, as when the battle was finished, and you two were still alive, she crashed her lips on yours. The rest of the League applauded when you were finally able to whisper, breathless : “I love you too D”

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Neighbors (Part II)

Part I: Neighbors

This has been requested, so here you go! Thank you again for all the sweet messages! Hope you enjoy the second part and send me cute little blurb ideas so I can continue this series ;)


It would have been a normal date. Casual and cute. Latte Macchiato and Cappuccino and comfy sweaters and coffee shop music and fall around the corner.

Would have been.

If her date wasn’t, well, famous.

He had chosen a coffee shop in downtown Toronto where all those busy business people and bankers would get their daily caffeine fix. It was a place where you wouldn’t find teenage girls and he actually had left out a little relieved sigh, seeing that no one seemed to recognize him.

But she had noticed that he had kept his head down a little and was wearing super casual dark clothes.

He still looked adorable. Sweater and dark jeans and all that.

And he was freshly shaved, smelling incredibly good, curls all tamed and coiffed into chocolate brown waves.

It also would have been a normal date if there wasn’t a bulky bodyguard lounging around the bar before sitting down at a table near the entrance.

Never in her life had she been on a date with a guy and his bodyguard. Well, the bodyguard wasn’t really a part of this but he was taking up a lot of space so she felt he was somewhat part of the date.

But somehow Shawn managed to make her forget her surroundings. The way he talked made him seem so much more mature than 19 years old and his eyes were sparkling when talking about his music and tour. He also seemed genuinely interested in getting to know her. Tilted head and lip biting included.

And she had a hard time focusing telling him about her job when he would play with his silver ring or fidget with the coffee mug in his huge hands.

At one time they did this thing where they were comparing hand sizes and it was so overwhelming, feeling his skin up against hers, she felt like melting on the spot. His fingertips were calloused but his hands were warm and soft and she loved how gentle his touch was.

He had this natural charm and it made her a bit mad because everything was so effortless about him.
She had dated guys who would try hard being sexy and handsome while Shawn was just being himself.
Being effortlessly sexy and cute at the same time.

He had laughed, seeing her small hand in his.

“How were you able to bake cupcakes with those?”

She had to laugh at this as well. After rolling her eyes in a playful way.

“How are you able to play the guitar with those paws?”

“Touché,” he had chuckled and looked her straight in the eye with those dark eyes, making her heart flutter.


One week later she runs into the underground garage because she’s late. She overslept and had spilled coffee over herself and it’s one of those days where everything sucks.

And this is why the engine of her car won’t start. She tries it over and over again, groaning in frustration.

It’s a brand new Volvo with nice leather seats and it wouldn’t work.

She wants to slam her forehead against the steering wheel as she sees him walk to his car.
Tall and handsome as always, water bottle in hand, opening his Jeep that was parked across from her car.

Shawn is about to get into his Jeep as he sees her and he smiles. Exposing his pearly white teeth, all straight and perfect. And she wants to disappear.

He walks over to her, still smiling, playing around with his water bottle.

Shit.

She lets the window down.

“Good morning!” he says, sounding way too happy and cheerful.

“Morning,” she replies, pouting a little, a frown on her pretty face.

“What’s wrong? Seems like your morning isn’t that good, eh?” He’s giggling almost, an amused look on his face.

She sighs and shrugs. “The engine won’t start and I’m late for class. I’m so screwed.”

“Yeah, well… you left the headlights on. Your battery must be empty,” he states matter-of-factly and she sighs.

“Oh, shit! That’s why…”

He shrugs. “I could drive you. Where do you need to go?”

“What? Oh, no, that’s not necessary! I’ll just get a taxi, really! Don’t-“

He cuts her off with another million-dollar smile and a little shake of his head.
“No, really, I’ll give you a ride,” he says and opens the door of her car so that she can climb out.

“Just tell me the address,” he says while they walk over to his Jeep.

She tells him where she needs to go and he nods, smiling at her. “Yeah, that’s in downtown. Gotta go into the same direction!”

“Okay, cool – um – thanks,” she manages to say and gets into his huge black car.

He starts the engine and drives out of the underground garage, biting down on his bottom lip, leaning out of the window to open the gate with his key card.

There is something very attractive about men driving. And Shawn driving is making her mind go wild. The way his hands are holding the steering wheel, turning it around effortlessly, makes her feel some type of way and she’s not okay with it.

It’s not that he isn’t boyfriend material. He definitely is. Polite and charming and sweet and handsome as hell.

But he’s famous. And traveling all the time. And people watch his every move.

And she doesn’t want to get too involved.

But now as he looks at her when he thinks she isn’t looking, makes her realize that she might be having a crush.

A tiny little innocent crush. And she wants to slap herself for this.

He turns his head to look at the street again as the display in the car lights up with an incoming call.

“Oh, I have to take this,” he briefly looks at her. “Sorry, hope you don’t mind.”

“No, no, all good, take the call.”

And he taps on the green button, making a voice echo in the car over the hands-free device.

“Hi Andrew!” Shawn says and the voice goes: “Hi Shawn, how’s it going?”

“All good. I’m on my way to this TV studio. I’ll meet you there, right?”

“Yes, I’ll be there in twenty minutes. Listen, I told them to only ask questions about the album and tour so you’ll be good,” Andrew says in a calm voice.

Shawn raises his eyebrows a little. “Okay, yeah, that’s good. It should be about the music.”

“Yeah, just because you’ve been getting the girlfriend question lately…”

Shawn huffs an annoyed laugh. “Oh, I see.”

She shifts in her seat a bit and it makes a muffled noise and she regrets it the second Shawn tenses up next to her.

She almost stops breathing.

“Is there someone in the car with you?”

Her heart starts to race in her chest, cheeks getting red and she looks out of the window, sinking further down the car seat as if she wanted to make herself invisible.

Shawn’s jaw clenches but then he looks at her - briefly up and down - and licks his lip. “No? Why?”

“Thought I heard something… but whatever… I gotta go. See you!” Andrew says and Shawn turns his head to switch lanes.

“Okay, see you!” Shawn says and ends the call.

The Kings Of Leon song starts playing again and she looks at him.

“Oops. Sorry.”

He laughs. “Nothing to be sorry for. I just-“ he sighs, turning the volume of the stereo down. “I have to be careful… with the whole dating thing, you know.”

She nods slowly. “Yeah, yeah, I get that. Are you, like, allowed to… date?”

He laughs again. “Yeah, of course. There’s nothing in my contract saying I have to stay single. It’s just… people jump to conclusions whenever I just talk to a girl. So, I have to be careful, that’s all.”

She gulps. She knew it would be difficult like this. He didn’t lead a normal life after all.

“Doesn’t this stress you out?” she asks tentatively, brows furrowed.

He squints his eyes at the road and they stop at a red light. “Yeah, sometimes. But I can handle it…” he looks at her. Making intense eye contact. “The pressure.”

Okay. Damn.

She breathes out, looking at the road again.

They drive in comfortable silence for a while and she wants to make small talk, turning the conversation into something casual.

“So, got an interview, huh? That’s why you’re all dressed up in a nice shirt and everything!” she says with a little smile.

He grins, briefly looking at her.

“Yeah… got this TV interview in about an hour and thought I should look decent.”

She admires his side profile, the way the sleeves of his navy-blue shirt are rolled up, exposing his veiny forearms.

“This was actually in the parcel you stored for me,” he chuckles and she has to laugh.

“Ah, told you it was something nice!”

He chuckles and stops in front of her university building. “I just feel like it’s a little bit too… tight. But whatever, I’ll get used to it.”

She reaches down to grab her bag and turns around to look at him. He looks even hotter with one hand on the steering wheel, the other resting on his thigh. “Okay, gotta run! Thank you so much for driving me,” she quickly blurts out, blushing a bit.

“You’re welcome.”

She almost falls out of his car, and she is about to close the door as he calls her name.

Oh, God.

He is holding her water bottle up. “Don’t forget your water. Gotta stay hydrated!” he says and gives her his crooked smile and she takes the bottle, breathing out a strained “thank you

She hates herself for acting like a dumb teenager around him. Clumsy and nervous when she should be cool and collected.

And she races into the building, not risking a look back.


She usually has the gym all for herself. Located in the basement of the apartment building, it is almost always empty and she loves that. Being able to work out in private without men staring at her when she squats or does sit ups was a real luxury.

The only neighbor she would occasionally meet was Mr. Chow from 211 b, a business man who would make crazy calls in the middle of the night, talking to someone as busy as him in Shanghai or wherever, running on the treadmill next to her.

But now she is all alone, doing some lunges, blasting Drake and breaking a sweat.

She doesn’t hear him come in.

It’s when she looks into the mirror that she sees him. He’s wearing black gym shorts and a black Nike t-shirt, curls messy, water bottle in hand, eyes dark.

She freezes in place and takes a deep breath, quickly turning the music off.

“Hi!” he says in his usual cheerful tone. But he looks tired. And stressed out. Dark circles underneath his eyes giving him away. He’s been working hard, staying up until the morning hours to finish a song he’s been working on. He just has been feeling so inspired and Geoff had started to notice something, asking if he “was in love or something”

He doesn’t know if it’s love. Doesn’t know what to call it. This feeling he gets when she’s around. The flutter of his heart and his stomach clenching. The way his voice breaks and his mind goes blank when she talks to him.

“Hey,” she replies and goes on with doing her planks. They are just neighbors, right? Neighbors share a gym. Neighbors greet each other.

All good.

Who was she kidding?

He tries to stay calm and collected.

But he can’t look away.

She looks way too hot in her yoga pants and sports bra. Breasts pushed together in the nicest way and he hates himself for wanting her body so much.

He sits down on the stationary bicycle, starting to warm up.

He tries to focus on the music he is listening to but now she’s doing squats, weights in her hands and he gulps.

He shouldn’t be staring but she seems to know what she’s doing to him, sticking her ass out like that and she lets out a little groan, going on with lifting the bar.

Shawn is starting to get antsy and way too excited and he tries to go faster on the bicycle, almost kicking the pedals.

But he can’t help himself. His boxers are getting tighter and tighter and there’s a visible tent in his gym shorts.

Oh, no, no, no.

Trying to hide his erection he shifts around on the saddle, looking away. But the friction the saddle gives him is making it even worse. He could swear he is about to leak.

Great.

Pre-cum over his boxers like some horny teenager.

He tries to think about something that’s not sexy at all. Like his schedule or something.

Radio interview, photoshoot, studio session. Radio interview, photoshoot, studio session. Radio interview, photoshoot, studio session.

He repeats his schedule in his head. Over and over again until he feels his cock starting to soften against his thigh and he sighs in relief.

She’s still working out in front of the floor length mirror, driving him crazy but he’s got himself under control now. He swears he won’t lose his composure like that. Got to take things slow.

She takes a sip from her water bottle, stepping closer to his bicycle. “Thanks again for giving me a ride, won’t let my headlights on again,” she says with a coy smile. There’s something incredibly sexy about her shyness. Makes him want to fuck her even harder.

He wipes the sweat on his forehead away.

“Yeah, sure, you’re welcome.”

She steps on the treadmill next to him and he slows down.

“This gym is so clean and well equipped,” he says, a pleased expression on his handsome face and she nods. “Yeah, I love it. And it’s always empty. Well, most of the time.”

She winks at him and he laughs and gets off the bicycle to lift some weights, towel thrown over his shoulder. “Hope you don’t mind sharing with me.”

She grins. “I don’t. But get used to listening to Drake!”

“Oh, I don’t mind! Blast it.”

She quickly turns on the music and starts running again, looking at the mirror. Shawn looks focused, lying down on the bench, pushing up those weights and she is about to drool.

She can’t help herself. His muscular thighs, the little hairs on them, the way his abs flex underneath his shirt, his biceps moving and she starts to feel herself getting wet. She’s aching, needing friction between her thighs. She adjusts her tight yoga pants to make her feel something. Anything. Just to feel the slightest friction and she has to slow down on the treadmill.

She bites her lip, watching him, lifting the bar with the huge weights on them.

Can lift the weight after all, huh?

She had been listening to his music, falling in love with nearly all of his songs. She loved his new album but “The Weight” might be her favorite from his first album and she couldn’t get the melody out of her mind. As well as him.

The guy with the soft eyes and the body of an Adonis, living right next to her.

He’s panting now. Moaning. Fucking moaning, lifting the weights and she wants to straddle him, ride him, make her hips roll against him. Feel him inside of her. Deep inside of her. Wants him to desperately moan her name while she fucks herself on his hard cock. She can’t stop thinking about how perfect his dick must be. Long and hard, probably thick and rosy, leaking a bit maybe. She never wanted to suck a cock so bad.

And the girl imagines what else his muscles could do. Working for one purpose only. Pleasuring her.

She’s so weak.

He makes her weak.

He stops lifting his weights and stretches a bit, going on with doing push-ups and she wants to groan, seeing him like that, muscles flexing, sweat running down his temples, cheeks.

She keeps on running, trying to ignore him. She runs faster and faster and then it happens. She loses her balance, trips over a lose shoe lace and the pain shoots through her leg.

“Ouch!” she gasps, hitting the red pause button on the treadmill with the palm of her hand.

She stumbles, practically crashing onto the hard floor, letting out a loud whimper because the pain in her ankle is unbearable right now and it makes her dizzy.

His eyes widen and he runs to her, crouching down, getting on his knees.

“Oh God,” he pants. “What happened? Oh God, are you- are you okay?”

Shawn grabs her shoulders, trying to lift her up a bit. He calls her name, looking worried and shocked, lips parting.

“What happened?” he repeats, holding her and she whimpers, holding her ankle.

“Tripped,” she presses out through her teeth. “Sprained… ankle… it hurts.”

He presses his lips together, gently touching her right ankle, examining it. Long fingers wrapping around it.

“You should put ice on that. And put your foot up to rest.” He is frowning, holding her ankle. And she feels so embarrassed, lying there, underneath him almost, gasping in pain, all sweaty and hurt while he looks so concerned it makes her heart swell despite the pain in her right ankle.

“Do you want to try and get up?” he asks, looking at her and she nods slowly. He wraps an arm around her, pressing every inch of her body against his and she grabs his shirt, holding onto him. He makes her arm wrap over his shoulder as he supports her. She jumps a bit on her left leg and he guides her to the elevator.

“I have ice cubes I could give you. Only thing in my fridge anyway,” he laughs, trying to cheer her up and she grimaces, laughing, even though her ankle is swollen and he is practically carrying her now.


He fiddles with his keys and opens the door to his condo for her. She hops into his apartment and he makes her sit on his comfy white L shaped couch.

“You should put your foot up,” he suggests, carefully resting her right foot on a cushion. “I’ll be right back!”

He hurries into the kitchen, looking for some ice and she rests her head against a pillow.

Shawn is about to combust seeing her there. On his couch.

He feels bad for her because she’s in pain but he can’t help to feel all giddy. She looks so good on his couch, tilting her head back like that.

He quickly puts the ice cubes into a towel and wraps them up into a little package.

“There you go!” he pants, holding up the ice cubes.

“Thanks,” she presses out and he holds the ice against her swollen ankle.

Fuck! That’s cold!”

He nods. “I know but it’ll help.”

“Shit. I’ve never stumbled on the treadmill before. I’m not that clumsy usually,” she is quick to make that clear.

He smiles a little. “Don’t worry. I’m the clumsiest person on earth. People actually make compilations of me tripping on stage.”

She laughs. Despite the pain.

And he feels proud because of that.

He scoots closer to her on the couch and she looks around his neat bachelor pad.

“Seems like you got the bigger condo, eh?” she says, raising her eyebrows at him and he grins, an arm resting on the backrest of the couch behind her head.

“It’s the celebrity bonus… I’m kidding! I don’t-“

She giggles. “It’s okay. I get it. You’re famous and rich. No need to rub it into my face.”

He rolls his eyes. “Didn’t mean to do that. Was a lame joke… sorry… how’s the ankle?”

“Better, actually. But it’s still swollen,” she sighs and bites her lip and it makes his mind go wild.

He doesn’t know if he should do it. Make a move. Lean in.

She sprained her ankle for fuck’s sake. Last thing she probably wants to do is making out with you.

But he feels confident. Bold almost and he leans in a bit.

They’re both sweaty, smelling like longing and lust. There is tension in the air. Palpable almost. And he tucks a lose strand of hair behind her ear that has fallen off her ponytail.

“I know something that could make you forget about your ankle… make you forget the pain…” he says under his breath, looking at her and she turns towards him, one hand resting on his thigh, making his breathing hitch.

“Oh, really? And what is that?” she breathes against his lips and he swallows thickly, getting lost in her pretty eyes.

He tilts his head to the side and leans in, heart racing, gently caressing her cheek with the back of his hand.

Softly, cautiously he presses his plump lips on hers, just to pull back shortly after.

“This,” he breathes against her reddish lips and she smiles.

“Mhm… I see,” she wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him closer and he feels like he won the jackpot or something.

“I like this idea of yours,” she whispers into his ear and her lips ghost over his, nearly touching but not really. She’s a tease, making sure he’s desperate and in dire need for her.

“You do?” he asks, sounding so surprised she has to giggle.

“Yeah, I do… I like that very much.”

He grins. “Well… and I like you.”

He pulls her real close and kisses her again, lips on hers, putting more force into the kiss until she gives in and opens her mouth a bit, granting him access. He slides his tongue into her mouth and moans softly.

How is she so good at this?

He needs to catch his breath and goes on with kissing her jawline, neck, lips ghosting over her soft skin.

“Shawn,” she murmurs and breathes heavily against his jawline. She shifts her weight on the couch, leaning into his warm body and he gently grabs her waist. “Come here,” he says, rasp in his voice, making her straddle him.

“Gotta be careful with the ankle,” he mumbles and adjusts the ice cubes on it, before continuing kissing her neck, hands on her hips.

She moans, hands in his sweaty curls and he grins, rubbing her sides a little.

“Is this okay?” he asks tentatively, insecure almost.

“Yes… more than okay,” she replies, voice sounding strained and now she’s the one kissing him and he feels like fucking dying underneath her on his couch, his gym shorts getting tight again.

“Fuck, I- um –“ he shifts around. “You are… wow… you’re too much,” he breathes out, cheeks flushed, lifting his hips a bit to get that friction he needs so bad.

“Oh, Shawn,” she smiles at him, all shy and sweet. Innocent almost.

“Is this turning you on, baby? Huh?” she coos, whispering into his ear and he feels like he is about to come.

He tilts his head back in desperation.

“Y-yes. You… turn me on… so fucking much.”

She smiles, kissing his neck, nibbling on the skin underneath his ear and he lets out a soft growl.

“Good. Because you… make me all… wet,” she murmurs, hand on his abs and it makes his cock twitch in his boxers.

“Oh my God,” he presses out, voice strained with lust. “Are you wet… because of me?”

“Because of you,” she whispers and he blinks, trying to fucking realize that this is reality and not some crazy wet dream he has while having a boner.

His insanely hot neighbor is actually straddling him, grinding on him, wearing a sports bra, telling him she’s fucking wet and ready for him.

“Are you… as fucked for me as I am for you?” he breathes out against her cheek, gently kneading her thighs and she sucks her breath in.

“Fuck, Shawn. Yes, so fucked for you, since the day I first saw you, giving you that stupid parcel.”

“Okay, wow, I-“ he groans. “Same,” is all he manages to say and he pulls her closer, making their lips touch again in a longing kiss.

But she places her hands on his hard chest and pulls away, eyes darting between his. He lets out a strangled moan, wants to keep going, murmurs don’t stop, don’t stop but she shakes her head a little, bringing him back to reality.

“Shawn – I – I don’t know if I can do this.”

He gulps. “We don’t – don’t have to go any further if you don’t want to – um – we can stop anytime – didn’t want to pressure you into – didn’t mean to-“

He’s rambling, cheeks flushed and she makes him shut up with a soft “shhh

“That was not what I meant,” she smiles, fingertips on his jawline. “it’s just- I don’t know if I can do this – like being with you. I know this isn’t super serious right now but I think I need time… to figure this out? Whatever this is?”

He nods. “Yeah, I get that. I understand.”

She lets her forehead drop against his shoulder and he holds her close, stroking her hair, playing with it a little.

“That’s okay,” he murmurs. “Let’s take things slow, figure this out.”

She looks at him again. “Thank you for understanding.”

He gently caresses her cheek, his eyes still dark but soft. “Of course… Um, I’ll be leaving for Brazil next week so we’ll have some days apart. Think that’s good to – uh - figure things out?”

She nods. “Yeah, okay, yes…”

He sighs, biting his lip. “I know this can be overwhelming… the life I live but I’m just a regular person, really.”

She nods, hugging him tightly and he strokes her back.

“Hey, how’s the ankle doing?”

“Better, actually,” she replies and wiggles on his lap a little, trying to free herself from his embrace. “I should go back to my place, take a hot bath, and, like, not bother you any longer.”

“You aren’t bothering me at all…Wanna try and get up? I’ll help you.” 

She nods and he helps her get up so that she could hop over to the door. He leads her to her condo, a gentle grip around her middle and she leans against her door.

“So - um - have fun in Brazil,” she says and he leans in again, stealing another kiss.

“Thanks,” he murmurs. “See you.”

“See you,” she breathes and smiles up at him. “Should I um - water your plants or something while you’re away?”

He laughs, exposing his pearly whites. “I don’t have any plants. But you are like the best neighbor ever.”

“You, too.”

He smiles, biting his bottom lip and she opens her door, stepping inside.

“Okay then - bye, Shawn. Have a good trip.”

“Thanks. Bye, neighbor!”

She laughs at him again. The most beautiful sound he has ever heard.

“Bye, Shawn.”

Marichat Day 29: The Argument

“I’m not talking about this anymore, Chat,” Marinette grumbled, scooting back in her bed and opening her laptop.

Chat Noir stopped his pacing to stare back at her. “We’ve hardly talked at all!”

“This doesn’t have anything to do with you. We’re friends so I wanted you to know, but that’s as far as it goes.”

“Who is he?”

“That’s not important.”

“Not important?! Excuse me, Princess, but contrary to your belief, the identity of whatever bastard knocked you up is actually very important to me!”

Marinette flinched. “It was a one-time thing, a mistake.” She unconsciously cupped her still flat stomach. “Look, I appreciate that you care, but I’m going to be okay, really.”

“A-are you keeping it?”

“Yes,” she replied immediately. “My job has a great maternity package and Papa and Maman have already offered to help me. They’re begging me to move back in with them, but I don’t think I could do it. I like my apartment.” She glanced around the room. “I guess I’ll need to figure out a place to make a nursery though.”

Chat Noir slumped down on the edge of the bed. “How are you so calm about this?”

“I’m only calm right now. Believe me, you’ve missed quite a few freak outs over the past couple of weeks.” She gave a little chuckle. 

“Why was it a mistake?” he asked quietly.

“What?”

“The guy…the one who did this to you, why was it a mistake?”

“Oh,” Marinette looked down at her lap. “Uh, he’s an old friend. A mutual friend had a party last month to celebrate her new job and everyone was drinking and it had been a rough week so I was drinking a bit more than usual.” She sighed. “Adrien was there and I’ve always liked him and one thing led to another and, well…” She shrugged with a sad smile.

“But you’re going to tell him.”

“I don’t think so,” she said with a shake of her head. “He’s got this crazy, important life and he’s kind of famous and…and it isn’t like we’re dating, you know?”

“That’s bullshit,” Chat Noir growled.

Marinette blinked wide eyes at him. “Excuse me?”

“You have to tell him, Marinette. That’s his baby too. He would want to know. He would…he would want to be with you,” he finished, his voice cracking.

“Chat?”

“You can’t just keep this a secret! This isn’t fair. I’ve been in love with you for years and then for it to happen like this…” A fine tremble ran up his spine. He suddenly turned, pushing her computer out of her lap and burying his face against her stomach. “I’m so sorry, Marinette. I’m so, so sorry,” he cried. “Please forgive me, please, please, please…”

Marinette’s hands fluttered above his head, unsure of what to do. Had he just confessed to loving her? “Chat? Chat! Kitty, please look at me.” 

He blinked up at her, tears spilling down his mask. “Marry me,” he begged. “Please.”

“What?! Chat, please just–”

“Damn it,” he swore, shaking his head. “I’ve made such a mess of this. Plagg, claws in.”

anonymous asked:

Can you please explain this "one word fic" on ao3 to me? I am totally clueless tbh. xx

Okay… you ready for me to go #deep into the conspiracy ;) Let’s look at “The One Word Test” by “””””Dale Pike”””””

S & M… are Sherlock and Mycroft…. and Mark and Steven.

M briefly sees S’s smile, before it’s quickly covered again. To be fair, S isn’t quite the actor that M is.

Mark is the actor. (As Mycroft).  Steven has already joked before, and most recently in the Cambridge Q and A that he can’t act. 

Ever since that train ride — Do you know what I’ve always wanted to do…? Ah, yes, and do you know what would be unforgettable? — they can often communicate near-telepathically.

That train ride. …What’s that famous story of Mark and Steven first talking about Sherlock on a train hmm….

Mrs/Ms Pike is a mixture- foreshadowing Mary (her jewellery, the wedding ring, her saying “wet job” (as in Mary’s wet jobs for the CIA), her Mary head tilt…

But, she’s also S & M’s client. She is us.

She expresses fear to S & M about “what she thinks is going to happen.” Their “plan.”

“Ms Pike, would you say that you know what this case is really all about?”

Her eyes turn fully to him for the first time. “Wouldn’t.”

Odd phrasing. Things that are oddly phrased usually have meaning. “Then wh—“

She holds one finger up to her lips. Shhh.

M actually chuckles now. “Well. We’re in a locked room at the moment. The secret is safe with us, don’t you think?.”

Pike is worried about the secret getting out. But M says ‘we’re in a locked room’ (the heart of the conspiracy?), and ‘the secret is safe.’ And here’s the most damning bit about who she represents for me:

Furrow gradually shifts to frown. Frustration. She wants to get this.

M sighs. Don’t be too upset. It was fun. But now the game is—

Pike looks up sharply at S. Begins to grin again, just perceptibly. Everyone in the room knows what the case is about; she doesn’t need to say that. Cocks head to the right. Another angle, then. Her eyes scan, reading inwardly. Text, text. It’s all in the text. Her lips part in remembrance of things most passionate and most pure, her fingers spread into a five and she silently counts through them, down to the last word.

She wants to get the game. M is about the say the game is over, but is cut off- as she makes her deductions. Text, text. It’s all in the text. Right there, the true story. We were told…

And then she says their Plan is a Big Mistake. (Reichenbach-ing the show? Leaving us in turmoil?) She hints that people will talk (badly) and S is frustrated:  “People do little else,” S snaps. He doesn’t say That’s half the bloody point. The point is that people will say nasty things in reaction, a great backlash….

Also see @avimicah’s meta here on the ‘one word’/Pond/Doctor Who connection…very telling!

But then, we end on a more comforting note….

But M had seen the door crack open for a moment. She obviously didn’t plan showing this; it’s the one thing in her manner that has not been carefully controlled since her entrance to the flat… but there it is. Why this case matters to her.
Oh, Mr Holmes. I owe you so much.
M hasn’t done this sort of thing as much as S has, but he can tell when a client just needs a little reassurance. Talk them down from the ledge, softly. Softly.
“People will talk, Dale,” he says, with gentleness. “What should they talk about?”
Her faint image in the glass is a shadow that crosses the world outside. “Truth.”

The case matters to us, because we ‘owe’ the love story ‘so much’. It’s important. Representation matters. Who we are matters. And M knows this. Has to tell us. SOFTLY, SOFTLY.
People will talk, and we know that, in the end, they must talk about the truth. The true love story.

Now, who the exact author of this story is, is up to you… BUT I’d say the author’s notes become much more funny if you see them as being written by a real writer….

Apologies for:
1) Spoiler alert for Series 4. Or 5. Or whenever they get around to it.
2) Atrocities. I could probably be a good writer; if someone would just teach me how to use ellipses properly. And…

…semicolons.

Update: It’s been over a year and two episodes since I posted this. And wow, does it ever still hold up.

Nice grammar joke. Who does that remind me of….and a jibe about how long “they” take to get around to series 4 and 5…. making fun of the writers?… or teasing, self-deprecating, self aware humour……

And then, some gems from the final footnote:

4) Watch that unforgettable adventure narrated by Peter Falk.

PETER FALK WAS THE GRANDFATHER WHO NARRATED THE PRINCESS BRIDE. :)

Dear S & M (& ST… sorry, but you were hard to work in):

S & M…. who has the initials ST? …Ah, Stephen Thompson…. and he was much harder to work in because this was S & M’s plan, cooked up on that train…. 

Basically, read that story. Welcome to the heart of the conspiracy. ;)

a spin-off story about the rubies that almost mimics the buildup of early SU itself, with leggy as the relatable protag ruby who was literally just assigned to the crew after she emerged so she knows next to nothing about being a gem and homeworld culture, and her crew is her loving pseudo-family that wants to teach her everything as they go on minor missions to other colonies together, bond, and grow as characters

slowly throughout the first season we learn small details about gem history, and at the very least that eyeball fought in a war and that she’s the oldest, and that it changed a lot of things on homeworld

but then mid-season, an entirely new conflict is introduced (think like the time peridot was introduced into s1), the rubies are on their way back from a low-key mission, when a call from the DIRECT diamond line comes in! 

all the rubies kneel and salute yellow diamond in fear, and she orders them, as the ship closest to the area at the time, to go and pick up a famous jasper whose ship went down while on a recon mission to earth.

eyeball freaks out, babbling about how jasper was a legendary soldier that was born on earth, and that she was a symbol of perseverance for all the gems that survived the war

this is the first time leggy has ever been to a non-gem controlled planet, especially one that could have possibly hostile gems living there! while trying to land, their ship is violently smacked into the ground! they have no choice but to get out and search on foot

and then they realize they’re not alone

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Rollercoaster -Tom Holland

A/N: I don’t know what the hell I did, I hope you like it, fluffy fluff

Enjoy!


You flattened your dress with your hands and were looking at yourself in the mirror. The dress hugged your body in the right places but something felt off. You let your hands trail down your body and tilted your head. Something was off.

“Darling, can you help me put this on. This bloody thing keeps getting tangled and I’m gonna loose my sh-…Shit!”, he interrupted himself as soon as you turned around to face him.
“You look absolutely stunning.”, he said and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You walked over to him with a small smile on your lips and took his bow tie.
“You don’t look too shit yourself, Mr.”, you joked and he rolled his eyes while you tied his bow tie around his neck.
“Done!”, you said triumphantly and looked up into his eyes. He took your face inbetween his hands and was about to kiss you when you stopped him.
“Uh…mind the makeup?”, you said apologetically and shrugged. He groaned and stumped his foot like a grumpy child before he leaned in and gave you a butterfly kiss on your forhead.

“That’ll have to be enough. For now.”, he said and you turned around with an anxious smile on your face to look into the mirror again. And your smile turned into a frown.
Seeing him, like the god he was, ready for the redcarpet, born for the redcarpet, you felt tiny and insecure. He layed his hands on your hips and placed his chin on your shoulder.
“I-…”, he started with a grin but you interrupted him.
“I can’t do this!”, you blurted out and let out a huff getting out of his grip. You crossed your arms infront of your chest and couldn’t look into his eyes.
“What do you mean? Hey- hey. Look at me.”, he said and lifted your chin with his hand.

“I’m can’t be…this.”, I said and pointed at him and he furrowed his eyebrows.
“I don’t belong in your world. I belong behind my books with my sweatpants and old t-shirt on.”, I explained further and huffed again, now more desperate. You really felt uncomfortable.
“You…Alright. Now. This is not my world. It’s ours. I’m just lucky enough to be the one sharing with you. You belong by my side. Both in your sweatpants and this dress. Because you are the one who makes them look beautiful to me.”

“Okay now your getting cheesy.”, you said and rolled your eyes but couldn’t surpress a tiny smile.
“There she is.”, he said and pulled you against his body.
“Also I need you.”, he added with a small voice and a shy smile. Now you realized that he himself wasn’t that confident either. His hands seemed to tremble a little and he looked down shaking his head.
“You’d think I should be getting used to all that attention and shouting and people. The people. But I’m not.”, he said and it was your time to take his face into your hands and give him a quick kiss onto his lips.
“The makeup!”, he shrieked and made you laugh.
“You wipe your mouth and I’ll refresh my lipstick. And were set to go.”, you answered and let him go.

***

“Oh boy.”, you sighed stepping into your apartment and kick off your heels immediatly.
“You might as well organize a funeral and bury me.”, you added and hobbled into the living room because your feet were killing.
“You’re being dramatic.”, he laughed after you threw yourself onto the couch. He pulled off his bow tie and you couldn’t help yourself and bit your lip.
“Shit.”, you said under your breath and looked away from him. The carpet was more intresting suddenly.
“You don’t look too shit yourself.”, he imitated you and you stuck out your tongue at him.
You pulled yourself up and turned your back to him, pulling your hair over your shoulder to expose your back.
“Could you zip that open please?”, you asked him because you couldn’t wait to get into comfy clothes.
“Sure.”, he said and with his next move you were free. You let the dress slip down your body and raised your hands into the air triumphantly. You stood there in your underwear which was non of your problems right now.
“Yes!”, you sighed and rolled your neck to loosen it a bit. Suddenly you felt two arms wrap around your lower half and a warm chest pressed against your back.
“You should put something on. We’re both too tired to go further.”, he hummed into your ear and sent shivers down your spine. You put your hands above his and closed your eyes. Your hips started moving against his and he let a lustfull groan escape his throat, which made you smile.
“Yeah too tired.”, you teased him with a grin on your face.

“You’re a jerk.”, he sighed and you turned around to face him.

“Well, I learned from the pro, didn’t I?”, you said and placed a butterflykiss on top of his nose. “Since we don’t have to mind the makeup anymore…”, he said and kissed your lips. It started as a harmless kiss but got more passionate along the way. You had to pull away eventually to take a breath and when you did you burst out laughing.
“We gotta write an email to Maybelline that their Lipstick isn’t kiss-proof.”, you laughed and pointed at his lips where your lipstick was smeared all over.
“Red suits you.”, you teased him and smirked.
“I know. So does blue.”, he said with a cocky grin and you playfully hit his shoulder.

“Come on Spider-ling. Let’s see what else suits you.” You took his hand and walked over to your bedroom, closing the door behind you two.

***

You woke up in the moring, tangled in the sheets which were telling the tales of last night. You smiled to yourself remembering your activities and closed your eyes again. Until you recognized that you were alone in bed.
You got up to look around the house but he was nowhere to be found. Walking by the front door you found a sticky note.

“Manager called. Had to rush out.

Love, T.”

You took the sticky note and went to the kitchen to make yourself a nice breakfast. After being full you sat down ok the couch and took your laptop on your lap to research the last nights events. The ones before you came home obviously. You scrolled through some headlines.

“Tom Holland and his new girlfriend!”

New?

“Tom Hollands accesoire: His Girlfriend!”

Nice. Now I’m a purse.

“Spidermans girlfriend is a snack!”

Cheetos?

“Tom and Y/N are rocking the redcarpet!”

Wow, that’s a confident boost. You clicked one of them and went straight down to the comment section even though Tom warned you not to that, ever.
It’s strange how something said by a complete stranger can impact your mood. You were left totaly confused and insecure. After reading thousands of comments and tweets you shut your laptop. There were both positive and negative opinions about you. Even though you did absolutley nothing. You just walked with Tom, which was one of the reasons why some people hated you, and only answered questions in his interviewes if asked directly to you.
Some people said that was snob-ish from you. But you only did that because you didn’t want to seem eager to be in the spotlight. Which you definetly weren’t. Others were talking about your dress. Mainly nice things which made you a little happy. There were fans who thought that you two seemed happy together and truly in love. Which was the truth but you know. The internet.

You were still deep in your thoughts when Tom came back late in the afternoon. You heared keys being tossed into the bowl at the front door and looked up.
“Hey!”, he yelled from the hall and you greeted him back.
“What’s ma beauty doin’?”, he asked with an accent you couldn’t quiet put your finger on while coming into the living room.
“Don’t do that.”, you said shaking your head.
“Do what?”, he laughed and let himself fall next to you.

“Shut up.”

“Better than me? Shut up.”, he imitated the rapper Stormzy and you rolled your eyes.

“So how’d you feel last night?”, he asked you more serious now and put his arm around you.
“You mean when you did the thing with your hands between my…”, you started teasing him put he interrupted you.
“Oh c'mon. You know what I mean.” He blushed and you chuckled at his reaktion.
“I don’t know Tom. I mean it was nice and all and I really enjoyed being by your side but…I think you should go with someone else next time. Zendaya for example. She is a great friend and she is already famous. She knows how to handle all the…opinions.”, you blurted out and he raised his brows.
“Y/N Y/L/N! Did you read comments or magazines or some stupid stuff?”, he scolded you and you shrugged.
“It’s fine. Really. I’m fine. But I rather not be in the spotlight a second time.”, you added and shrugged again.

“Actually I had a meeting with my manager this morning exactly about this. Not only this. But it was a part of it. The people absolutly LOVED you. To the point where the most articles that came out today were mostly about you and not me.”, he said with a big smile trying to make you feel good but it kind of backfierd.
“What are they saying? The articles.”

“That’s not my point! But if you really wanna know they are all over you. Bits they could find about your childhood, mom, dad, siblings, school and all that stuff. But mainly your projects, what you stand for. And they love it. They say you bring the best out of me.Which is the only time I am mentioned actually.”, he chuckles and shakes his head.

“We’ll see, I guess. Next time.”, you said still insecure about everything.
“Uh…actually…next time is kinda…tomorrow?”, he stutterd while his voice got more silent with every word.
“What?”, you said and widened your eyes.

“You know, normally, a girlfriend means bad press and it’s not really favorable for the promotion of the movie. Has something to do with the teenage girls who tend to get jelous or something. But you kinda went around that? They love you, kinda like they love Zendaya. Like rolemodel or something. My manager went on and on I couldn’t listen to all of it BUT all of that means that I would really be happy if you could join me every now and then.”, he said and looked hopefully into your eyes.

“You’re kidding.”

“I’m not! Really.”

“That’s insane!”, you sighed but he shook his head.

“No, it’s perfect! You can work from everywhere thanks to your projects so that isn’t a problem. You’ll be by my side on the carpet and the events and you could work in the trailer while my interviews. It’s perfect. No longer being apart from each other for months.”, he said now excitedly and your heart shrunk.

“Babe I don’t know if…I want that.”, you said carefully and the excitement in his eyes went away. His shoulders deflated and his eyes widened.
“Oh.”, he just said and you took his hands into yours immediatly.
“I just don’t belong in that world Tom. I’ll always support you at anything you do and I’ll always be your number one fan and I’ll ALWAYS love you…but I can’t handle the spotlight and its aftermath.”, you explained and it broke your heart to see him disappointed. He couldn’t even look into your eyes.

He pulled his hands away and your whole body stiffened.
“Tom…”, you sighed but he didn’t seem to recognize that. He turned away from you and leaned his elbows onto his thighs.
“You know they are going to have an opinion about you no matter how far away you stay.”, he said and you nodded.
“I know. But that’s different.” As you said that he shook his head.
“It’s not. What happens when those get to you too? Are you going to leave me then? To escape those? I wouldn’t judge you, you know.”, he said and looked up. His eyes looked sad and concerned which made you sigh.
“Oh Tom no! How can you think that? I’m not with you or without you based on the outside world.”, you said and took his hands in mine again.

“But that’s what you said. Just a minute ago.”
Because nothing you said seemed to go through to him you swung your leg over his lap, so your legs were on either side of his thighs. You took his face into your hands and forced him to look into your eyes.
“You listen to me. You don’t get to overthink this. I do. I’m the woman here.”, you teased him and he rolled his eyes.
“I know how to handle the pressure from the outside. I just need time to adjust. I can’t go out there full time. Let’s take babysteps. I’ll come with you to events but you’ll have to do your promo on your own. For now. Let me get used to it, let the people get used to me without rubbing it into their faces. How does that sound?”, you suggested with a supporting smile and he finally gave in.

“Good, I guess. I just don’t want them putting wrong ideas in your head which’ll harm our relationship.”
You shook your head and gave him a quick kiss. He put his hands on your hips and smiled up to you.
“You wanna go out?”, he asked suddenly and you raised a brow.
“Sure. Where?”, you asked and he shrugged.

“Just out.”

And that’s what your relationship consisted of. It was a rollercoster with moodswings, arguments, laughs and adventures. The important thing was that you both were able to sort things out.
Of course the amazing sex helped too. But that was another topic.

Bianchi has been really subtly running a sexual abuse subplot on her character - she often kills all the men she dates and has been interacting with both romance and death as punishment from such a young age that it’s what she built her entire identity on, enough to become prolific - but actually getting confirmation through chronology she was a famous femme fatale going after her partners at 14/15 is another thing altogether

and reborn was her closest companion during this period. this man was an unconscionable asshole from the manga’s outset and didn’t start a redemption until he went into the world where everyone hyperdied, but it’s so hard to comprehend how firmly his politics meshed with people like iemitsu. 

think of how important it was that it was tsuna who earned rokudou “my family was hunted down and shot in the streets and they all decided to mesh even more tightly with shitty mafia politics to get themselves out of it” mukuro’s trust. reborn would have killed him, with contempt. tsuna bought the trust of every single member of that group who wasnt a serial killer

reborn’s “I thought I’d die like a dog” isn’t manly nihilism, the context reads like “that’s just…….how it works kid”. he’s spent years like this. he’s old as hell.  the reason he suddenly opted not to just die like he feels he’s meant to is because tsuna said “no it fucking isn’t”, because he wasn’t groomed into this situation. this is the same arc where reborn violently prevents iemitsu from using the same techniques he himself utilized during the daily life arc to “teach” tsuna (and implied to have used when training dino), and instead appealing to tsuna’s character and values.

in fact, the reason this series has so much integrity even though the writing is a garbage fire is because tsuna, someone who has never encountered most of these issues, has values that counteract them - he doesn’t say shit to mukuro, there is no shounen lecture, but mukuro spends a huge portion of the rest of the series putting chrome “mukuro projecting all of his insecurities onto a confused dying girl” dokuro in the hands of tsuna to the point chrome calls him on his genuine love for tsuna, she outright says it to his face, because tsuna isn’t and never has been someone who could be told about any injustice in the mafia without him reacting with genuine contempt and action. If you told sawada tsunayoshi that when bianchi was his age she was seducing adult men and no one - not even reborn - ever saw anything wrong with this he’d show up at everyone’s house to negotiate a nation-wide re-organization of the assassin circuit and make the vindice help him do it. 

I think the most outstanding example of this mindset is a set of 2 events, where tsuna is told that to become the vongola boss, you need to accept the injustice of the mafia, and he, a regular 14-year-old civilian, said “are you KIDDING, this is an INFRASTRUCTURE YOU HAVE”, and threatened to destroy it with such conviction that it proved his right to be leader. it was a hype moment, to be sure

but then in the Simon arc, Tsuna goes up to Nono’s face and says “I can’t take this position, because the mafia is a garbage concept, and it directly endangers everyone around me”. Tsuna wants to crush it, and is aware that leadership is the best place to start, but he’s also aware that it’s a phenomenon that eats the people that interact with it, and this happens in the arc where a literal ghost manifestation of the mafia is trying to kill everyone and possesses the only staunchly anti-mafia character to do it. The message is pretty obvious

Maybe the ending is justified under that - nothing about tsuna has changed because even after all the things that tried to warp him as a person, he maintained the mindset that let him deny the values of the mafia and in turn change what they consider normal, and build trust through that understanding. 

The series has a clear through-line in its narrative that really holds it together and is never made obvious and proves the need for “Dame-Tsuna” as its lead and that’s kind of great???

Kiss Me

Requested by @mikimiska113 - Dany and Jon get drunk while on Dragonstone and stuff happens. 

I guess this is kind of like a sequel to How much of that did you hear? (here) if you’re interested in reading that. Because I did kind of wonder what actually happened in the study. 

Maybe a little nsfw and a little smutty…not even full smut or anything but this is just what I wrote lol because I haven’t written a passionate makeout session in a few days (or maybe I have and I just don’t remember). 

Um…not really spoilers for Episode 5? I’ve managed to stay away from the spoilers, it’s just general plot stuff from last episode. 

The wine is sweet on her tongue and the rush of intoxication that warms the pit of her stomach helps ward off the cold of the winter chill. 

“More wine, Lord Snow?” She doesn’t know exactly how this came about; he’d had to talk with her about the Dragonglass and they were both still slightly embarrassed about what had happened while she was in the bath, but she’d poured glasses for them to be polite…and somehow she’d ended up pouring more. 

He nods, nudging his glass forward so she can top it off. “It’s good. What is it?”

“Dornish red, fresh from the vineyards. A gift from Lady Ellaria and her daughters.” Thinking about the Dornish makes her chest twinge unpleasantly, remembering where they most likely are now-in the merciless hands of the Mad Queen. Westerosi wines are different from those in Essos.”

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anonymous asked:

I saw this on another account but how do you think Shawn would react if his gf was mad that Katy touched his butt, cause I would! (You could write the scenario;))

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It’s Not Jealousy 

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“Just grab it babe, grab my butt” Shawn laughed, shaking his booty at your face.

“Stop Shawn” you said annoyed, pushing him away from you.

“Come on y/n, just give it a rough squeeze. Your hands on my booty is better than Katy’s. Don’t be jealous” he joked, still waving his butt at your face.

“Seriously Shawn, back off” you said, rolling your eyes frustrated at him.

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Overwatch Old Time Family (1)

Overwatch Old Time Family is my original AU, about Efi’s Family(Ana,Fareeha,Hana) and their Friends. It base on 1930s US.

Ana was a soldier, But now she owns her jazz club. She’s good at playing instruments so sometimes she plays.

Hana(d.va) likes to do many things. Fareeha wanted to go to college, but Hana refused.

Efi is too smart to go to elementary school But she wanted school that suit her age. She is very lovable person and the center of this AU.

Fareeha is Homicide Detective. She’s like a workaholic(cause her duty), So she can’t come home often. Other Family’s worried about her, they want her to slow down.

Satya is neighbor of Efi’s family. She’s the famous architect, But Efi’s Family didn’t know about that(They think she’s just the good neighbor..) When Ana and Hana are busy, She takes care of Efi. 

Jesse was gang before, But with Ana’s help, now he works for jazz club guard. He is very polite to Ana(maybe only Ana..).

Amélie was a ballerina with potential, But she gets into a big accident, and quits her ballet. Now she’s a dance teacher at Efi’s school. She’s one of Efi’s favorite teacher. 

Lena is a pilot, but now she teaches history in Efi’s school. She thinks she is the best friend of Amélie. She’s one of Efi’s favorite teacher. 

Sombra was like center of under-world cause she has lots of information. But now she is the bartender of the jazz club. She’s so smart she can do everything once she learns. Sometimes she teaches Efi. 

Torbjörn is the old friend of Ana. He owns his Auto repair shop. He is famous for his work. He also helps when Efi makes something, and sometimes gives her spare parts.

Orisa is a doll that Efi made herself when she was young. Efi takes Orisa every day cause Orisa is her best friend. ( + Hana wonders why Orisa’s legs are four..)

Jamison and Mako run an antique shop. Jamison tries to hit the jackpot with poker or horse racing, But always failed. (well he’s not good at gambling) Mako always busy taking care of Jamison. btw No one knows why, but he always wearing a mask. They are regulars of the jazz club.

Search for Loneliness Part2

Hi people! This is part two to the one shot called Search for Loneliness which is the first one on my blog. I think you can read this even if you haven’t read part1 and still get the plot. Hope you enjoy! 
Huge thanks to the person who requested Part1 and to my friend @interfectorems for the patience and help!

Plot: Harry broke Y/N’s heart. But how come he misses her now?

Warnings: May hint on sex and includes curse words. 

Pic isn’t mine. 

Harry was awoken by soft kisses being peppered across the warm skin of his shoulder and a low groan fell from his mouth. Images of a girl flashed before his eyes and a lazy smile forced its way onto his face, happiness flooding through his entire body.
She was here.
Y/N’s smooth fingertips were drawing over his tattoos and Harry took a deep breath, wanting to fill all his senses with her, all of what was her. His muscles relaxed beneath her soft touches and his heart thumbed heavenly full with emotion in his chest. Y/N had come back to him. Or maybe it was him who’d never left? Or…
Strange. She smelled differently than he remembered. And her hair was softer. In fact, now that he thought about it, the tender touches he was receiving could in no way be coming from his Y/N. Y/N hadn’t ever drawn over his tattoos, but rather along them, touching his bare, uncovered skin rather than the inked one. It was only a faint difference, but the moment he started paying attention to it he couldn’t ignore how drastically wrong this felt.
His heart fell and his stomach knotted. There was still the same distance between Y/N and him as there had been last night. And the day before. The week.
Harry rolled onto his side, successfully disconnecting the foreign girl’s touch from his body without even looking at her and got to his feet so quickly his head felt dizzy.

“Breakfast?” his raspy voice muttered, but he was out of the bedroom before his visitor could complain about his unfriendly manners or give an answer to his question.

….

“Yes, Gem, I’m aware of that.” Harry rolled his eyes at his sister’s lectures about how he’d missed another family dinner and pressed the phone closer to his ear. “It must have slipped my mind. M'sorry.”

“You seem to have very little room in that mind of yours lately,” his sister remarked, “We’ve all seen what might be occupying all the space. How is you’re new mysterious women doing?”

“S'no mystery,” he replied slowly, “And s'not very serious.”

She hummed, indicating that she clearly didn’t buy it. “When did you decide Y/N was to be out of the picture?”

Harry huffed in annoyance. In moments like this he regretted ever bringing Y/N around to meet his family. If he hadn’t done that they surely wouldn’t be bothering him about her anymore.

“I had my reasons so don’t even start.”

A loud, exaggerated sigh was heard, yet she remained silent. Gemma knew her brother well enough to sense when it was best to leave him alone. She also knew when he’d spill what she wanted to hear without needing to be pushed.

“She was just… not right, you know?” he admitted.

“How so?”

Harry shrugged even though she couldn’t see, his fingers nervously switched on the tap, allowing clear water into the sink. Switch on. Switch off.  

“She couldn’t accept my life”, he explained, careful to choose his words wisely, “There were many little things she did which clearly showed how little she understood about my lifestyle and there were bigger ones. I once asked her to come to dinner with me and Kendall and she said no, not because of my past relations with her, but because she didn’t want to get into a situation where she’d be filmed for a TV show. Or because there would have been too many paps around. Same went for any other time I wanted her to meet someone remotely famous and at some point all the arguments became too much. Is adapting to my standards really too much to ask? She couldn’t just expect me to change for her or to not go out for dinner every week anymore.”

Silence. One that told him enough.

“What?” he asked annoyed.

“Why do you think I didn’t come to that yacht you rented a couple of years ago?” Gemma giggled. “I met Kendall and she’s actually quite lovely, but her presence does mean a massive amount of cameras. So do all of your other friends. I’ve got sort of used to it over the years and still hate it, so I can understand if a girl with even less experience feels frightened or intimidated by it. Just my opinion, little brother. Maybe you could have solved that issue by simply giving her more time.”

Harry swallowed hard and processed his sister’s words. More time? But weren’t five months enough to come out of your shell if that’s what your boyfriend expects of you?

Gemma went on: “If you feel happier now then I’m on your side, promise. But you need to make an effort, too, Harry. If any relationship of yours should ever lead to something, you have to get used to the thought of making an effort yourself and not just expecting the girl to do all the work.”

….

Harry scrolled through her Twitter page and it was strangely empty. The last phrases she’d tweeted had been posted weeks ago. Not even her favorites showed any activity and though Y/N hadn’t exactly visited her Social Media every day, this absence did appear odd. Harry couldn’t admit it to himself, but he did miss knowing what she was up to. Had she experimented with a new recipe? Had she gone to the cafe in north London she’d always wanted to visit? Had she managed to get a ticket for that gig one of her favorite musicians  had held last week? He wished he could ask her.
Deciding that this wouldn’t provide any of the desired information, Harry closed the app with a sigh and instead found himself opening the familiar app of his photo folder.
This images weren’t new, but familiar and this was something he desired just as much; the familiarity Y/N had posed that was now lost. Harry stared at the photos and was surprised how every detail of her face was still engraved into his memory, just like any face of a person he cared about was. Only that he shouldn’t feel that way for her anymore. He didn’t have the right to.

“What are you doing?”

The voice was soft and sweet and yet Harry flinched at the unexpected noise. Mia… Maya… Harry wasn’t sure which name it was exactly but after she’d stayed over for three days now he figured asking would be rude. He shut off his device and let it drop onto the coffee table before him, doing his best to appear relaxed.

“Nothing really.”

His new girl smiled and stepped closer. She was pretty. Her hair fell in long waves just below her waist and her wide eyes sparkled with a friendly curiosity for what he was up to, thought or felt. A curiosity he’d known when he had himself began developing feelings for Y/N and now was all he needed to recognize the condition the girl before him was in. She would fall for him. Soon.
Harry didn’t tense when she stepped closer and instead held out a hand for her to take, giving it a slight tug so she would swing one leg over his lap and climb up.
Harry granted her a gentle smile when he had her sitting in his lap with both slender arms wrapped around his neck, his own hands pressing against her smooth back. Maybe if she’d fall for him, he would find the perfect companion he had been dreaming for. The one Y/N had failed to be.

“Are you okay?” Mia or Maya asked with a small frown between her perfectly plucked brows.

Harry just nodded, his throat too dry to answer. Her smell invaded his senses and the sweetness of her perfume clouded his mind. His girlfriend, if that’s what she could be called, smiled and leaned in to press a kiss to his mouth, expecting it to be a short one and finding herself surprised when Harry’s tongue pushed between her lips and dipped into her mouth. One of his hands moved up to press against the back of her head, keeping her from moving back while his fingers pulled at her top with a feverish desire to tore it away. A small laugh fell from her soft lips and she disconnected their kiss in order to oblige his wish and undress. Once off, she leaned in and pressed tender kisses to the side of his neck, sighing whenever his hands moved over the uncovered skin of her body.
Harry’s mind raced and his heart thumbed heavily in his chest. His lower stomach ached and his thighs felt pleasantly tingly. Soft hair brushed over his skin, warm lips placed gentle kisses and delicate hands left faint scratches on his back and stomach. He allowed his head to roll back and his eyes to fall shut.

“Y/N.”

The name left his mouth in a breathy gasp and it took the girl he was holding to shrug off his embrace before he could realize what he’d done wrong. Hurt evident in her eyes she stumbled to her feet and bent down to gather her shirt, covering her naked torso with hastily moving and shaking fingers.
Harry’s stomach turned and he shook his head, an exhausted huff leaving his mouth.
Why wouldn’t Y/N leave him alone? Even when she was miles away she could torment him like no one else ever had.
Words were shouted, but he took it with no fight and instead stayed sat in his chair as the girl before him began to cry and shake, receiving no words from him to mend her heart ache. At some point he thought she’d slapped him, his cheek, previously kissed by the same person now red and stinging. But he wasn’t sure and only noticed his guest had left when the door fell into its lock with a loud noise.

….

He had to call her. Y/N hadn’t left his mind in days and frankly he was quite sick of it. So many ordinary tasks had been ruined by her messing with his head. Nervousness made his heart skip and press the phone just a little closer to his ear, waiting impatiently for Y/N to pick up.

“Hello?”

Her voice. His eyes fell shut when he heard it and his fingers tingled. She sounded calm and collected, not angry at all.
Harry cleared his throat.

“S'me.”

Silence. He heard Y/N take in a breath. “I’m sorry, but who’s this?”

A frown took over his forehead until it dawned on him. She couldn’t have known it was Harry, he realized. In order to keep any woman he was involved with from having his private number he had it blocked at all times. He could call and text them without any of them getting his contact info. It was an old habit he’d broken for Y/N and quickly picked back up once he’d broken up with her.

“Harry,” He clarified, a small smile tugging at his lips, “Forgot about me already, have you?”

The silence following his words was nothing like the one earlier. It was as if the connection had died and Harry quickly checked to see if she’d actually ended it or not. Harry’s feet shifted and sighed.

“Y/N?” he pressed on carefully.

“Harry.”

It was a whisper, exhausted and empty.
Harry’s heart squeezed painfully tight and he brushed the sweaty palm of his free hand against his jeans. So she really wasn’t angry, but hurt.

“Listen,” he began, “I-”

But he was already interrupted by the dreadful peeping noise and this time once he looked at his phone, her name had vanished.

….

His head hung low and his hands were balled into fists. Just one knock, that’s all he had to force himself to and from there she would take the lead. Every time Harry had had a problem it was her who knew just how to solve it, why should it be different now? All she’d need is him who came back long enough for her to help.
With a deep breath Harry raised his hand and let his knuckles meet the door twice. A shudder ran down his back and his throat went dry.
What would he do? What would he say?

I know I was an asshole but I flew all the way back to LA for you so please forgive me?
I can’t explain it, but I miss you.
You haven’t left my mind in weeks, no matter how much I tried.

He couldn’t blame her should she shut the door right into his face if he dared bringing any of those weak excuses. His trail of thoughts was interrupted by the wooden door opening just a slim gap, allowing the person inside to see who it was interrupting their evening.
Harry braced himself, his heart skipping in his chest and he looked up eagerly to see the face he’d missed so much more he could have been prepared for.
But it wasn’t Y/N.

“Mary.”

Harry cleared his throat as the unexpected sight of Y/N’s friend threw him off guard. She narrowed her eyes once she realized it was in fact him and she opened the door wider, keeping hold of it to block him from entering.

“I knew you’d miss her,” she spoke, her voice nothing but unkind and empty of sympathy, “She is too good for you and I just knew you’d end up at her door once you realized that no girl you’d try replacing her with would compare.”

“Is she here?” Harry asked, ignoring the sting in his chest caused by her harsh words.
They were true in every way but his pride wasn’t going to just let him admit that.

“Yes,” Mary replied.

He paused, expecting her to say something more but she just continued to stare at him with venomous eyes.

“I need to see her,” he elaborated and took a step forward.

The gap quickly narrowed, but to his surprise Mary nodded. “The moment she calls for me to drag you back outside, I will.”

Harry nodded and pushed past Mary, entering the familiar space. He could still feel her enraged gaze on his back as his own eyes scanned the living room in search for his ex girlfriend, but she was no where.

“She’s in the bedroom.”

He uttered a thanks to the woman eyeing him and with weak knees he walked down the familiar hall and to the closed door or her bedroom, his heavy heart dropping to his stomach. He’d stood here so many times before.
Sometimes with flowers in his hands to surprise her just because she was as lovely as they were. On other days, mainly morning, he would take a moment to prepare for seeing her barely dressed and in her bed, his fingers tightening around the cups of coffee or the bag of breakfast he had gone to pick up.
Of course he also recalled the many nights where he’d stood right here, with her in his arms or hoisted up and pressed against the wood.
Never before had he stood here with fear rushing through his veins. It’d been him who’d rejected her, but he couldn’t imagine handling the situation if their roles were reversed. He was certain he wouldn’t be able to bear it.

Then he heard it. At first only faintly, then clear and loud enough for his heart to break.

Whimpers. Cries. Sobs.

Her face when it had finally dawned on her that he was leaving her had been a picture he’d replayed in his head over the past weeks.
His ears still rang with her cries and his eyes burned at the memory of her soft lips parting to beg him to stay with her.
And still, he hadn’t realized just how much he’d harmed her until now that he could hear her heartbreak through the thick wood of her door.
His hands pushed down the handle before he had thought twice about it and he rushed into the room. He could have sworn his soul crumbled at the sight of Y/N curled up in her bed, a thin blanked shielding her shivering body from the cold while she cried and sobbed into her pillow. Her arms were wrapped around the fluffy material and her head buried into it so Harry couldn’t see her face. Harry wasn’t sure if she’d even noticed his presence or not but he didn’t care.
Before Y/N could protest or really understand what was going on, he’d discarded his shoes and climbed up behind her. Both of his arms found their familiar hold around her waist and he felt tears shoot to his eyes when he finally buried his head into her neck, breathing in her comforting scent. His legs pushed hers apart before intertwining with them and so Y/N soon was cuddled into and against Harry, closer and tighter than she’d ever been before.

“I’m so sorry,” Harry breathed against her skin, “I love you.”

Not for a moment did he hope she might have missed the confession that had slipped his lips before he could stop it. Though Harry hadn’t thought about it before, hadn’t come to any conclusion and sure as hell hadn’t spoken to anyone about it, he realized it was true. He did love Y/N and any reason he’d dug up to break up with her had been for the sole purpose of stopping him from falling deeper.
But he loved her. And this time he wouldn’t leave.

“Forgive me,” he continued, his own voice breaking as his eyes stung with tears.

Y/N’s body was stiff aside form the occasional shakes by her crying and she did nothing to return his embrace. But she didn’t push him away either and this allowed him to hope.
His lips found her neck and he sobbed when happiness flooded his body, his skin tingling with the relief of finally having her close enough to touch again.

“This time will be different,” he promised against her before pressing another tender kiss to her skin, “I promise you, Y/N.”

And so they lay, on the very bed Harry had broken her heart on all those weeks ago. He thought it fitting that it was here he doing his best to mend it again.
But although he held her, breathed her in and murmured promises of how much he regretted it all, Harry continued to fail to understand just how deep his betrayal had cut and so he didn’t know that all Y/N’s head was screaming for was for him to disappear, even if her arms were too weak to push him off and her voice too thin to send him away.

….

When Harry awoke he was alone.
His hands didn’t need to pat the mattress in search for her, his entire body could feel her absence without having opened his eyes to confirm it. He felt cold.
He crawled out of bed with a groan and stretched his limps before walking gingerly to the closed door, down the hall and into the kitchen. His hands clenched and his heart skipped widely in his chest, nervous of what was going to happen next.
Y/N was standing with her back to him when he entered the small space of her kitchen and for a moment Harry considered sneaking up on her and wrapping her into an embrace, just like he’d done many times before. She turned around to face him before he got the chance.
Y/N’s eyes met his and he froze. Her gaze wasn’t anything like the loving and warm one he’d expected to receive. Instead, her eyes were bloodshot and swollen, proving just how much she’d cried last night, if not many more nights before that.
Her lips were bitten and dry, her hair appeared to be mat and when she raised her mug to her lips to drink he noticed how her hand was shaking.

“Did you sleep okay?”

It was a stupid question, he knew that even before he’d asked it, but he couldn’t think of anything else he could say. The girl before him looked nothing like the Y/N he knew.

“Can’t say I did.”

Not even her voice sounded the same, he noticed with a sinking heart.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, unsure to which one of his many mistakes the apology applied for.

“Breakfast is in the fridge,” Y/N spoke without reacting to his words.

They ate in silence, Harry sitting on the table and Y/N leaning against the counter. He watched her hand trembling slightly whenever she raise the spoon full of cereal to her mouth and he needed to focus on his own fingers to keep them from shaking too.
Once they had both finished Y/N turned to wash her bowl clean, but flinched away from the water when Harry stepped close to do the same.

“Y/N,” he sighed, set down the ceramic he was holding, before leaning against the counter himself. “Talk to me.”

“I don’t know what to say,” Y/N answered quietly, “Other than  that I think you should leave.”

Her eyes refused to meet his and instead focused onto the floor. A frown took over his face.

“Leave?” He shook his head.

“Yes.”

“But Y/N,” he protested, “we made up. Last night when I climbed into your bed… we made up, didn’t we? Said I was sorry and promised to be different now…We made up.”

Though he’d wished to have her look him in the eyes again, the moment she did, he regretted it. Her orbs were cold and empty of any kindness.

“Because you climbed into my bed as I was crying?” The raw emotion in her voice knocked the breath right out of him. “You think that’s all it took?”

“I-” Harry began, but was interrupted.

“Surely you must know that it was you who’d made me cry last night. It’s been you every night for the past weeks.”

He swallowed hard and his stomach was in knots as he watched her turn around and exit the kitchen. Though he was worried about what would happen next, he followed her into the living room, this time aware of her resentment towards him and so he didn’t try and sit close to her again once she lowered herself onto the couch. Harry took a seat on one of her chairs and watched her warily, unsure if she wanted him to speak or had something to say herself. After a moment of silence he took a breath.

“I swear to you,” he began, “that me breaking up with you was in no way your fault. I know I made you feel as though it was, but it wasn’t. All you did was caring for me so much more than I’d imagined someone could and I fucked it all up simply because I didn’t know how to deal with that.”

“I didn’t think somebody caring for you would pose such a problem to you.”

“It didn’t,” Harry quickly argued, “Not a problem, but something that scared me. I didn’t want you to realize that I didn’t deserve you.”

Y/N laughed. “That’s bullshit. You wished that was why you broke up with me but we both know it isn’t.”

Harry fell silent. The girl before him shook her head and let her gaze wonder to the window, appearing deep in thought for a moment.

“I have spent every minute of every day since you abandoned me with ways of making sense of it. Do you realize that? While you were fucking her, I was sitting here wondering what I’d done to be thrown to the side like a plaything you decided you didn’t want anymore.”

“That’s not true,” Harry protested before he could stop himself, “I saw you with that man at the shops. I did nothing with anyone until I saw those pictures!”

“Oh, I’ve seen those photos, too,” Y/N spoke, her voice raising, “And you, of all people, should know that the media can make anything into a story! It was a guy who’d accidentally bumped into me and asked if I was alright. Nothing more.”

Oh.

“And what about you?” she continued “Did you also just happen to fall into that woman’s arms and did your mouths meet completely by chance? Did she stumble into your bed and you just coincidentally happened to be naked?”

“Stop.”

“Why? Don’t you want to think about her?”

“No,” he murmured, his eyes suddenly wet with tears.

Y/N swallowed hard and though it wasn’t easy for her to see the man she loved tormented, she had to admit that with every word she spoke, another weight was lifted off her chest.

“I’m not the first,” Y/N began, her tone gentler, “That’s what saddens me, too, though it saddens me more for you than it does for me. Tell me, what is the girl’s name? The one you left behind now so you could come to me.”

Harry froze. He looked at Y/N and if he wasn’t mistaken he recognized a hint of pity in her eyes. Not pity for herself, but for him.

“Do you not know? It’s Moira.”

Moira. Harry’s mind raced. Not Mia. Or Maya. Moira.

“I saw it in every picture that was posted online. She was like me, looked at you just the same. Are you aware that you broke her heart just the same you have broken mine?”

No, Harry thought, he couldn’t have.

“And what is the girl’s name you left before you first met me? And the girl before that and the girl before that? You have left so many people in the past few years there is a trail of heartbreak behind you and to this day you have remained completely unaware of it.”

Y/N’s cheeks were wet but her voice didn’t tremble.

“It isn’t the same,” Harry spoke, his voice hoarse, “you’re the only one I want, Y/N. We laster five months, that’s worth so much more than any fling I might have had before you.”

He closed his eyes and let his head fall into his palms.

“They meant nothing,” he swore, “and Moira,” he swallowed hard, “was only a distraction from you.”

“You said I wasn’t what you wanted,”  Y/N continued, “I assume you told all of them the same. You’ve let so many people down all because you selfishly chase a romanticized picture of a relationship you have in your head.”

“I’ll change,” Harry weeped against his palms, “From now on it’ll be only you. I don’t need any imagination of a relationship. I want what was real. Want it with you.”

He removed his palms form his face and got to his feet. He noticed her body tense when he neared but she didn’t move away, not even when he dropped to his knees before her.

“I’m in love with you.”

She shook her head. “Don’t,” she whispered and this time she allowed him to see her tears fall from her eyes, “don’t say that only because you’re scared.”

“I’m not,” Harry whispered, “It’s the truth, that’s why.”

Y/N didn’t flinch when he reached for her hands and his heart squeezed when she didn’t pull away.

“I am scared,” he continued, “How couldn’t I be? Your rejection would break my heart and I don’t know how I’d live with the knowledge that it is my fault that I lost you? But I’m not scared of being alone anymore, not enough to throw myself into random relationships like you were right, I have done all this time. I want you or nothing at all, Y/N. I love you.”

He watched her sob and squeezed her fingers with his gently, appreciating any skin touched by her warm tips. This small touches, the reluctant squeeze and tiny movements, meant so much more than the physical contact he’d graved and taken last night. He’d held her, kissed her, breathed her in. But this was voluntarily. She was holding his hands because she wanted to.
He could have rejoiced.  
When her body fell forward and into his open arms, he didn’t know for sure if it was because she wanted it or just her body giving out, finally surrendering to the weight of her emotions.
He cried out when her arms settled around his neck and his heart broke when he felt her kiss his neck. After all this time, he could breathe again.

“Harry,” she whimpered.

“I’ll fix this,” he promised, “Everything. I’ll call and apologize to every woman I hurt in the past. You are right, always are, and I should apologize to them for my selfish actions. But you and I are different, Y/N. We’re real and I won’t let my stupid imagination ruin anything again. I don’t want the classic perfect. I want our perfect.”

She sobbed and held onto him tighter. Harry fell back to sit on the floor and a relieved laugh tumbled from his mouth when she followed to sit in his lap, both legs now wrapped around his waist.

“I love you,” he whispered against the shell of her ear.

He groaned when her small hands pulled at the strands of hair at the back of his neck, but obeyed and moved his head back so his eyes could meet hers. Her beautiful orbs were full of the loving care he’d missed so much and he felt another wave of tears rush to his own eyes.
For a moment she just looked at him, the man she’d given her heart to, who’d then broken it and now promised to mend it again. Harry.

“It’ll take time,” she murmured shyly and he nodded without hesitating, “but I think we’ve got enough of it.”

A smile danced on his mouth and his eyes closed when her soft lips met his in a tender kiss. He had her back, he thought, his heart full of joy and he wouldn’t ever be reckless enough to let her go again.

Thank you for reading this!! Hope you liked it. 
Rest of what I wrote can be found here: 
http://harryimaginedstories.tumblr.com/post/144920695218/masterlist

It was announced that Netflix will make a TV series based on The Witcher books and most people are missing the point….as in they hope to see events that are game-only on the screen. Since it’s been said clearly that it’s going to be based on the books, I don’t get how people don’t understand that. Sapkowski will be working with the team and I trust him to wield a metaphorical whip each time they will try to screw up with his characters. I hope they take inspiration from what GoT did well, but also learn from GoT’s mistakes. The Witcher books are a lot shorter and the number of characters isn’t as big as those present in ASOIAF which might actually be a very good thing. The main characters are Ciri, Geralt and Yen. What could the show focus on? Obviously the books. There is lots of quality content in them and you are missing out if you don’t wanna read them and just limit yourself to the third game. What we could actually see in the show: Geralt and Dandelion roaming the world and going on adventures, Geralt meeting Yen and the outcome of their interaction with the djin, meeting Borch Three Jackdaws, Geralt fighting the striga, Geralt meeting a pregnant Pavetta and Duny and the events that take place at that feast etc. There’s really a lot of amazing moments that would look great on screen as there are short stories and the saga.

Who will be the actors? Nothing is sure as of now, but Sapkowski said at an event that years ago he would have liked Kevin Costner to play Geralt, but since he is too old now, he also said he would like Mads Mikkelsen. I think the author knows best haha how his characters actually look. If it’s going to be Mads or someone else….since it’s based on the books I expect to see characters looking different from the games. A few examples:

-Geralt has dark eyes (not permanent cat eyes like in the games) and hates having a beard.

-Yen looks very youthful (she has the skin of a 16 year old) and has a mane of curly black hair (not the flat and almost straight hair she has in the games), her face is also distinctive (long nose, receding chin, pronounced cheekbones etc). I see many fans favoring Eva Green….but I think she’s not exactly the right pick since she is not that youthful looking (she’s gorgeous don’t get me wrong). I hope they will keep her striking purple eyes and not go the GOT way of stripping Daenerys of her famous purple eyes. It doesn’t even have to be full on contacts. If they use an actress with light colored eyes they can apply a discrete purple tint in post production in close-up scenes.

-Triss has chestnut hair (not fiery red) and she doesn’t wear plunging necklines due to the scar she has on her chest. She’s also not as prominent in the books as she  is in the games…as in she has very few scenes (I think Dandelion is more prominent than her). There is also no additional romance between her and Geralt since that one time when she used magic to sleep with him. I think this might put some fans off, but the books are the books and that’s how it is in them.

-Ciri-> I’ve seen some fancasting that is hilarious: Margot Robbie and Cara Delevingne. Again…people are missing the point. When Ciri meets Geralt in Brokilon she is 10-11 and at the end of the last book she is a teenager (15-16 years old)…so it’s more likely they will choose a child actor that grows up with every season (similar to what GoT did with the Stark children). Ciri is often described as scrawny so I can’t see how someone like Margot Robbie could play her. Galahad describes Ciri as being a girl, not yet a woman.

The most surreal part about being on tumblr in 2017 has been the fall of sixpenceee and Denny’s blog. Those blogs have been around for YEARS; sixpenceee has always been a narcissistic, exploitive, rich girl; and Denny’s has always been a corporate-sponsored blog. But only now, in the year of our lord 2017 do people suddenly have a problem with their existence? Wild.