she would be smiling if she could

anonymous asked:

When you get the time could you maybe do headcanons for Robb telling the rest of the Starks that he's dating Theon/vice versa Theon telling Asha he's dating Robb?

We’ll go in the order of which Robb tells the Starks (and the assumption that they don’t already know before Robb tells them):

  • Jon- He isn’t necessarily surprised. He’s seen the two of them together and knows they care a lot about each other, but he doesn’t see it lasting long. Jon knows how Theon’s relationships have been in the past and he knows Robb wears his heart on his sleeve. He doesn’t want his brother to get hurt, because that would be the only way Jon could see it ending if they broke it off. So he smiles (or does as close as he can to one) when Robb tell him, but he watches them afterwards, for the next week-month-year to make sure Theon doesn’t hurt Robb because Jon will end him.
  • Sansa- She is overjoyed when she finds out. She loves a good romance and the idea of secret pining and friends-to-lovers just has her sold even if that isn’t necessarily the case for them. It doesn’t matter, Robb is happy and Theon looks genuine. Plus, she knows that the only person Theon ever seemed to give a damn about is Robb so she knows it is real. She is 100% supportive.
  • Bran- He is unimpressed and not all that surprised. Bran thinks Robb could do so much better than Theon, and he isn’t afraid to make that little tidbit known. But Bran knows that Robb is his happiest around Theon and Theon actually is a normal human being when he is with Robb and thinks no one is watching. So while Bran thinks Robb can do better, Bran also thinks it is better that Robb is happy and if that is with Theon, so be it. Who is he to tell Robb who to date and be happy with?
  • Arya- She is skeptical as hell. She has never completely trusted Theon and doesn’t want Robb to be hurt by Theon’s carelessness (and boy is he a careless human being). She makes it known, in glares and minor threats, that she will kill Theon at the first sign of Robb’s unhappiness. Robb just accounts it to sibling protectiveness, but Arya doesn’t think Theon would hurt Robb on purpose. If he does hurt Robb, it’d be without meaning to and that is worse, in Arya’s opinion. She believes Theon has a lot of work to do before she fully accepts them as a couple. It takes about 16 months for her to finally drop her guard.
  • Ned- He is shocked at first. His first born son and the best friend? It takes Ned a bit to fully digest it, but once he does…it doesn’t shock him so much. It all begins to make sense and it slowly turns into a “it’s been right in front of me the whole time”. Of course, Ned is accepting of Robb and even if there is a little bit of mistrust between Theon and Ned, Ned knows Theon is good overall. He fully believes in allow his kids to make their own decisions and Ned full heartedly believes so in this case as well.
  • Cat- She is devastated. The thing is, she saw it coming from the beginning and hoped for anything but that. She saw Robb and Theon grow attached to each other, she saw the loyalty and idolization, she saw them become inseparable and nearly co-dependent, she saw the love and trust…and now that they are together. There are a couple of underlying issues for Cat: Will this lead her son down a wrong path? Will Robb be happy with this? Will this relationship tear apart any of Robb’s other relationships?…it takes a while for her to acknowledge the idea, even longer for her to become comfortable with it.
  • Rickon- He is absolutely ecstatic. 1. He thinks Theon is fucking amazing because Theon lets him do whatever the hell he wants. 2, Robb is undeniably happy about it. 3, He’s been shipping it for years. 4, Theon is already family, now it is one step closer to being official.

 And then Theon telling Asha:

  • Asha- She isn’t surprised but she is protective af. No one gets to hurt her baby brother and she has seen how much of a hold they have on each other and if they were to break up, she is worried it might devastate her brother. Robb has other people- friends, siblings, connections; Theon, not so much. She logically finds it risky for Theon to be hooking up with one of his only friends. But she can’t deny that they had been gone on each other for years and it was inevitable. After one threat talk with Robb, Asha feels more secure with the relationship but doesn’t let her guard down for a while. (Arya and her commiserate over it).
The Little Mermaid

A/N: KagSan. :) 400 words.


When Kagome first saw her, it was indisputable that the only place Kagome belonged in life was right there on land next to her.

What she would give to simply have those brilliantly beautiful brown eyes acknowledge her. Speak to her. What she would give, to take that hard-set gaze from the horizon and wear it like the sea on the shore. 

What she would give, to be part of her world.

And then in the end, all it really took was her voice.


“My…voice?”

Naraku flicked a screeching shrimp into a bubbling cauldron and stared it down as it boiled to indistinguishable pieces. “Your voice.”

“But…”

“Oh, you won’t need it.” The tall squid like creature sauntered towards her with a smile that one could only assume was in attempted comfort. Failed comfort. Creepy comfort. “The men on land think a woman who gossips is a bore.”

“What about the women? What do they think?” 

Naraku’s face wasn’t cast for shocked expressions, so when he pulled one right then it looked like the skin around his forehead had stretched much too far. “Much preferred for all ladies not to say a word.”

“But without my voice, how will I-“

“Don’t underestimate the importance-“ He placed his pale long fingers around her arms and snaked them down the bones of her rib cage, to the hollow curve of her waist; stopping when skin met scale, “-of body language.”

Kagome wrinkled her nose and distanced herself, glancing back at the black cauldron spilling over with suspicious green and purple liquids.

“Come now,” Naraku urged, encircling the mermaid with one limb and hoisting the soft green trunk of her fin against the rough patchwork of his body. He placed a finger under her chin to direct her worried expression to his hungry one. “Make your choice.”

Kagome couldn’t remember the smell of the surf, the feel of the moon as it glided along her body, or the sound of fire exploding into a thousand colors above her head- but she could remember the girl who stood stark and dazzling against the clouds like a star. She could remember those lips pulled into a smile, and the sparkle in her eye as she looked far out into the distance where the sea disappeared into the sky. She could remember her name, far better than she could remember her own.

Sango.

Kagome felt her heart lurch, and her mouth closed into a tight line. She let Naraku’s finger guide her face to his, except the look that peered back at him was undecided no longer.  

“If you want to cross the bridge my dear, you have to pay the toll.”

“And you’ll give me legs?”

“And I will give you legs,” he repeated, already reciting the mantra to snatch her voice from the column of her throat.


A/N: Maybe I’ll write up more parts later but yay! This is actually my favorite Disney movie so I hope I do it a little bit of justice <3 

tibemareyes  asked:

In SoF does the name Kira have anything to do with what her power might be? Like a shadow or electricon like Mare?

Honeslty, it had more to do with her metaphorically than literally with like a power. I suppose if I ever wrote another part for Song of Fire, Kira would be the beam of light in the darkness, sort of the light that keeps Mare and Cal together and leads them back to each other. The Russian meaning was my fav though, with the idea of being “Leader of the people”  “beloved” or “one the people look to” not because she would actually lead anyone as a general, but simply because that little beam of sunshine child would be a leader in innocence and trouble making, and would be someone that people look to for hope. Let’s be real, she is a combination of mare and cal, and that child could wreck the world, but smile at everyone afterward and giggle, and everyone would be like, awwwwwww, you set a building on fire, but oh my gosh you have such precious dimples.((((((: Also the names was partially contributed to her physical attributes. The Irish meaning for “little dark one” derives form “dark haired” and Kira does have dark hair, which goes a little bit darker in my mind as she gets older. 

I never really thought of what to do with the Japanese phonetic meaning that @chaoslaborantin pointed out, but I love it. Who knows, that kid could kill someday? No one knows though cause I didn’t write it and I doubt I would write that far into the future. XDD

Are you ever sorry?“ He asked.

"For loving you?” She smiled and shook her head. “No. There are so many things to be sorry for, but loving you isn’t one of them.”

For some reason, that answer made him even more restless.

“What are the things you’re sorry about, then?” He asked after a while.

“I’m sorry that I wasn’t quite right for you. That you weren’t quite right for me. That the timing wasn’t quite right for us. We were never lacking in love. It wasn’t ever a question of whether we loved each other enough or not, because if love could fill a whole room - ours would have needed more space. It would have burst out of the windows and banged open doors.” She stopped, and smiled such a sad smile it broke his heart all over again.

“You know I loved you so much.” He whispered.

She reached out to squeeze his hand and said, “I know, darling. I know. But even the greatest of loves cannot withstand the wars of this world. And no matter how much we loved each other, it wasn’t a war we were supposed to win.

—  we were beautiful but we weren’t quite right // Genefe Navilon

okay listen. everyday, trying-to-fit-in kara kills me. the glasses, the flats, the argyle sweaters, it kills me. she is the embodiment of “too pure, too good” and it is really too much for me to handle. it’s all to try and blend in and seem insignificant, but guess what?? kara could be wearing camouflage and she would still stand out bc who smiles that much? whose eyes light up like that when they see potstickers for christ’s sake?? kara is so observant that she probably knows the birthdays of all the employees in the office at catco and gets them a card or a donut or something, and she notices because she cares so much about everyone. like she wants to make sure no one feels left out or forgotten and loves to make people feel special. she tries so hard to blend in but she’s too kind, too thoughtful, too bright to ever be anything but remarkable. and that has nothing to do with supergirl, that’s just kara being kara.

There was a time when she fantasized about love. She laid awake at night and she stared at the ceiling, recounting every boy in her life that she could so easily love. She would smile at the endless possibilities. She wasn’t afraid of consequences or unhappy endings.

But then she starting fantasizing about you. And you were the first boy she fell in love with. She didn’t know how to love, and you fooled her into thinking that love meant compromise - but only on her side. You taught her to apologize even when it wasn’t her fault. You convinced her that loving you meant needing you. She learned how to love from someone who made her believe that her world revolved around him.

So, because of you, she lies awake at night crossing out every name on her imaginary list. She is so scared of loving someone again because she cannot bare the thought of being consumed by someone in the same way you consumed her.

She’s found solace in being alone because of the heartache you brought her in being in another’s company.

—  excerpt from an unfinished book #135 // If she never loves again, it’s your fault
  • Wally West: Was almost not released from Doctor Fate's helmet because Nabu knew he was worthy, uses denial as a coping mechanism because he can't handle confronting his problems because they cause him pain, chooses not to believe in magic because he can't stand accepting something he can't control and science is the only thing he can trust, was trusted enough by Dick that he revealed his and Bruce's identities, was the first one who escaped from the nightmare in Face Your Fears, is insecure because he thinks he's not good enough to be Flash's sidekick, protected Artemis in Bereft even after she said she'd probably been sent to kill him, the volcano that Red Volcano activated in Humanity would have destroyed the world had Wally not used his immense intelligence to figure out a way to save them, sacrificed his birthday to save a young queen by running a donor heart cross country, realized that the best birthday gift he could have ever gotten was seeing her smile, uses humor and bad flirting because he has a fear of rejection, FREAKING GOT HIMSELF STUCK IN THE SPEEDFORCE TO SAVE THE WORLD AND NOW EVERYONE THINKS HE'S DEAD, AND HIS LAST WORDS WERE TELLING BARRY TO MAKE SURE ARTEMIS AND HIS PARENTS KNEW HE LOVED THEM.
  • Also Wally West: I'll bet you I can eat that whole pizza in two bites

Did you catch the parallel? John tells Mary “It was just texting” that “she was just a woman who smiled” – that the attention made him feel good, that she wasn’t everything, just a person to connect with because his romantic life didn’t offer what he truly wanted. This all happens after Sherlock gets a text from Irene. To Sherlock, she filled the exact same role. She was a woman who smiled, who he would only text, who Sherlock connected with because what he truly wanted wasn’t something he could ever have.

The only person for Sherlock is John. The only person for John is Sherlock. And after all of this pain, they both know it.

Let’s say Lena doesn’t know Kara is Supergirl. She thinks she fell for “the girl of steel”, and they get into a relationship made by flirts and teases. In the meanwhile, she’s being friends with Kara and starts develop a crush on her. Lena feels torn between her undeniable attraction for Supergirl - the hot, badass chick who can smash things with her bare hands and fly around like gravity is just a conspiracy theory - and the warm bond that she has now with Kara - the sunny girl with glasses who can make her day with just a smile. She starts feeling unsure about what to do: pursue the damn sexy idea of a Super and a Luthor being together - believing in that kind of love of the movies -, or surrender to the most genuine, unexpectedly familiar relationship she has with Kara, that maybe is not the kind that would shake the world to its core, but could make her heart whole for the first time in her life. When she finally makes her decision and tells Kara she wants to be with her, Kara realizes that Lena loves every single thing about her, both the girl and the super, so she tells her about her secret.
Lena, who believed for so long to not to be worthy of any kind of love, has now more than anything she has ever dared to dream: a type of love that is only theirs.

Terezi Style Variation Ratings

By request- 0 is a rendered cutie, 10 is a very well rendered cutie

The sprite- Somehow Terezi has the best troll sprite, which makes this bearable. Maybe it’s the glasses and the pointy smile 5/10

Stretch- more limbs for kicking and acrobatics, just as pointy. 6/10

Soft- a good gap between her eyes and mouth gives the suggestion that a nose would fit on her face, even if we don’t see it. Yellow nails confirm all those headcanons. 9/10

Queen- depicted as she should, with a crown on her head, and an equally pointy smile on her face. 7/10

Terepy Pipes- my best friend. (Depicted by miraculoustang). Not actually canon, but in the hearts of all Terezi lovers. 9/10

Nose- She actually has a nose this time, and the subtle shading works nicely. 8/10

Harvey- A nose, but small enough that it could have been skipped. Not my favorite. 2/10

Cheeks- sharp and round, like a pizza cutter. (From Paradox Space). Papers draws a good Terezi. 10/10

Truly there can be no bad depiction of Terezi. she makes it work. 8/10

Cryptid- Confirmed.  10/10

so there is this girl .. who I met recently,
and she’s beautiful, funny, cool, nice, friendly, outgoing, goofy, cute, .. the list goes on, anyway. I know she doesn’t think all of these things about herself, but i swear if it was possible for me to make her see herself through my eyes, damn would she be amazed. Amazed because she’s so amazing and she has no fucking idea. Dude this girl fucks me up I swear, and i mean in a good way. She gives me this weird but addicting feeling in my stomach, whenever I hear her name my heart starts to race, her smile is contagious, her eyes… her eyes, fuck I could get lost in them for hours, hearing her laugh is sometimes even better than listening to music. dude she’s killing me slowly and she has no fucking idea. she’s breathtaking she’s real and I have plans to make her mine one day. I want to call her mine. I want her to be mine. I’m going to make her mine.
—  I-viii-mmxiv
“if you had five words you could say to him, what would they be?” her friend asks.
“it would be…‘i am really missing you’. no wait not that,” she says shaking her head. “it would be, ‘i think i hate you’. no it wouldn’t be that at all. it would be ‘i will always love you’. yes it would definitely be, 'i will always love you’,” she says with a slight smile before it disappears.
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arya stark meme | six scenes ► arya and nymeria, 1x02 the kingsroad

↳   “We all lie,” her father said. “Or did you truly think I’d believe that Nymeria ran off?”
Arya blushed guiltily. “Jory promised not to tell.”
“Jory kept his word,” her father said with a smile. “There are some things I do not need to be told. Even a blind man could see that wolf would never have left you willingly.”
“We had to throw rocks,” she said miserably. “I told her to run, to go be free, that I didn’t want her anymore. There were other wolves for her to play with, we heard them howling, and Jory said the woods were full of game, so she’d have deer to hunt. Only she kept following, and finally we had to throw rocks. I hit her twice. She whined and looked at me and I felt so ‘shamed, but it was right, wasn’t it? The queen would have killed her.”
“It was right,” her father said. “And even the lie was… not without honor.” 

i had this friend. loud, vivacious, and brimming with energy and colour. her sun-bright smile drew others to her like moths to flame; and yet she could always pick me out from the crowd effortlessly. i wondered how she did that, why she’d pick me over many. 

she was the kind of person you could never look away from for long, but i saw her better from my peripherals. when she lifted her chin, her face would become awash with glowing light; and then she’d laugh about her pale skin, and the ruddy cheeks and dark freckles would appear again, as if they’d momentarily blanked out. when she grew protective, her blue eyes would spark dangerously and burn white; and then she’d blink, and the glint of her glasses would stand in with explanation. 

but i saw her best from the back. when she’d run, her fire-bright curls would flare out behind her like wings.

as flighty as she was, she always came back to me. i wondered why. 

she told me, once. 

one day, before class had started, when i was in the middle of falling asleep in the sunbeam warming my desk, she turned around in her seat to talk to me. she spoke with her whole body, from her waving hands to her bouncing shoulders. 

then she petered off, and settled into stillness. watchfulness. despite all the eyes on her, she only saw me. 

“hey,” she said. “could you look at me for a sec?” 

and when i lifted my head to look at her straight on, she smiled as if she’d found the answer. 

“look at that,” she murmured. “your eyes have halos in them too.” 

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Jon Snow meme 
—> One ship (friend/romantic/familial)

And Arya… he missed her even more than Robb, skinny little thing that she was, all scraped knees and tangled hair and torn clothes, so fierce and willful. Arya never seemed to fit, no more than he had… yet she could always make Jon smile. He would give anything to be with her now, to muss up her hair once more and watch her make a face, to hear her finish a sentence with him.

He’s Dangerous, But Not Around You: Part 2

A/N: Sorry for the delay. This is also kinda shitty.

Part 1

Masterlist linked in bio

Two months after Harry’s violent encounter with Niall, Y/n and Harry have been working on Harry’s temper. It wasn’t going so well, still coming home with bloody hands, cut knuckles, and covered in sweat. He was growing more frustrated with himself as time went on. He’s tried so hard to walk away from a situation that got him angry, but right as he’d walk away, every part of his body would go into fury and all he did from then on seemed out of his control. Y/n was always disappointed, but always stayed with him and defended him in any way that she could. She had never given up on him, not even for a second.

“You’re a peach” she’d always say, with the cutest fucking smile he’s ever seen in his life, “I’ll always love you, you just have to get through this.”

And oh, how badly did he want to. Not even just for Y/n, but for himself.

“Just a bit more scotch.” Harry grumbles to the bartender, sliding his glass toward him.

He hasn’t been drinking much, in fact, he really isn’t a big drinker to begin with. He only goes to bars when the guys ask him to. Of course, since Y/n wasn’t planned to be coming back from her sister’s for a couple more hours, he agreed.

“Yo, guys, look at that bird” Zayn says, grabbing the boys’ attention to a tall, slender blonde woman across the room.

The boys whistle, but Harry just simply turned his attention back to his refilled scotch. Other girls didn’t phase him, they didn’t do anything for him. Y/n is the only woman he’s ever loved, even looking at another woman didn’t feel right to him.

He sips on his drink as the boys are encouraging Zayn to approach her. Harry scoffs lightly, quickly diverting his attention to the vibrating phone in his back pocket. Quickly sliding it out, he sees Y/n’s name with a “Just left. See you soon, my love xx.” He smiles, immediately texting back saying that he’ll be waiting for her and how much he’s missed her.

It had only been three days without Y/n, but he misses her terribly. He’d spent nearly everyday comforted in her company for two years. He misses how he is with her, so delicate and true. She’s the only person to bring that out of him, how could he not miss that? How could he not miss the only person that brings out the best of him?

Harry is drowned in his thoughts until Liam snapped him out of his trance.

“Harry? Harry!” Liam says, pushing onto his shoulder.

Harry shakes his head slightly, “Uh- yeah? Yeah? What’s up?”

“Isn’t that Y/n’s ex?”

Harry’s head snaps to where Liam is pointing. He already feels his fingers clench to fists and his jaw becoming tense.

Hell no. Not him. Harry’s supposed to be getting better, he’s supposed to be making an effort to help himself. He hasn’t been doing that well, but he hasn’t fought since Y/n left and he wanted it to stay that way. What’s a better welcome back gift than for him to have not let her down again?

But he has to. Although her ex had stopped harassing Y/n since Harry stepped in, something inside of him is igniting with every passing second he spends staring at him. How dare he say all those things to her and threaten her like that? How dare he do that to his Y/n? She lived in fear for way too long because of Kurt. How could he not do something about it?

“Mate, mate. Calm down” Liam orders when he sees Harry stand up from the bar stool, “He hasn’t spoken to her in a while, yeah? That’s in the past, man. Y/n wouldn’t want you to do thi-“

“You think I give a fuck what Y/n wants me to do right now?!” Harry hisses, “He threatened her, you understand me? How would you feel if the love of your life was being harassed by a scum so much to the point where she can’t sleep at night?”

Liam swallows harshly, “I just don’t want you to lose her.”

Harry roughly grabs onto Liam’s arm, staring at him harshly in his eyes.

“I will never lose her” Harry snaps, “I’m doing this for her. If this were any other person right now I’d walk out those doors before I can blink. He ruined her life, I will never let him live that down. Now leave me alone.”

He rips his hand away from his death grip on Liam, quickly looking around the bar to see if Kurt is still there. He is. Drinking beer, chatting with some mates, seeming as though he hasn’t even acknowledged Harry’s existence.

He hears the boys muttering under their breath, only picking up a subtle “just let him be”, completely fixated on the man he’s been dying to see for months now.

His fist clench at his sides, body storming in his direction. This is it, this is what he needs to do. He doesn’t care about what Y/n would think of him, not now, because in all honesty, he’d feel more guilty if he were to let Kurt get away with what he did to Y/n than to beat him in cold blood.

Kurt looks up the second Harry approaches him, but before he has any time to react, Harry punches him as hard as he could. He drops to the floor, a loud groan leaving his lips once he’s out of shock. Harry doesn’t waste any time before lifting him back up on his feet by the back of his shirt, mercilessly ramming his back up against the nearest wall.

The bar falls silent, everyone’s attention diverted directly to the violence unfolding.

You didn’t stop!” Harry screams in his face, teeth clenched as he speaks, “She asked you to stop and you didn’t until I stepped in! You’re fucking dead, you hear me?!”

He throws another wild punch directly to his face. Kurt almost falls down again, but his loss of balance is no match against Harry’s raging grip. He spits out blood before lifting his head up. He’s panting, teeth covered in blood, cheek already bruised with his blood smeared all over it.

“You think you’re any better?” Kurt questions between harsh breaths. “Think you can keep her with you when this is how you act?”

Harry grips his throat, glaring at him in the most threatening way he ever has before.

“Don’t you dare make this about me.”

“You know you’re a monster, Harry, yet you still keep her with you. Why do you keep doing that to her, huh? Why do you do that to her?”

Harry roars, pushing Kurt’s body towards him before throwing it back onto the wall. Kurt groans again, squeezing his eyes shut in pain.

I said don’t make this about me!

His grip is tighter against his neck. He watches as Kurt mildly struggles for breath, but he’s not giving up. Not just yet.

“You think I’m the worst thing that’s ever happened to her, but you’re wrong.” Kurt chokes out, “you are.”

Before he says anything else, in the midst of his uncontrollable rage, Harry throws one last punch to him. He immediately becomes unconscious. Harry lets his body drop to the floor, strangled breath making his way into his lungs.

He looks around the bar. Shocked faces, people cowering away. He doesn’t care. All he can feel are unwanted tears piling in his eyes and his hands shaking against his thighs. Everything was right, everything he said was right.

“Harry, man” Louis walks up to him, everybody still staring shocked at him, “lets get you home, yeah?”

Louis throws a jacket around Harry’s shoulders, noticing the small nod in agreement before the boys lead him out of the bar.


“The boys told me what happened.”

Harry is snapped out of his trance at the sound of her voice. He hadn’t even heard her enter the house. He hasn’t said a word since he left the bar, hasn’t even looked at anyone since as well. Something about what Kurt said affected him in a way he never thought was possible. It was like he picked on a weak spot for him, like he dug into his mind and told him that all his greatest fears have now come true. Y/n isn’t right for him, and she never will be.

Y/n sighs, sitting down on the chair next to where Harry’s sat. She grabs onto his hands softly, her thumb running softly over his knuckles.

“Don’t listen to him” she whispers, “he doesn’t know anything about us.”

Harry looks at her in confusion. How is she not upset with him? How is she letting him get away with this again? This should have been the last straw, the last chance she had given him. How could she be doing this?

“It’s okay, Harry” she smiles softly, placing her hand on his face, “you were protecting me. You shouldn’t have done that, but you did. Not because you wanted to, but because you felt like you had to.”

Harry’s vision clouds over with tears, slowly taking her hands off of him. He just can’t keep doing this to her.

“How are you defending me right now?”

“Because, Harry, you-“

“Why do you even stay with me, huh?” Harry growls, flinging himself off of the chair.

Y/n let in a sharp breath, not entirely shocked by the question, but by the way he asked it. He normally asks why when he’s his weakest, after a fight while Y/n’s cleaning him up, or in bed after love making for hours on end. He’s never said so violently, like he’d doubting the relationship they’re in. Like he’s doubting her.

“Harry, why would you even-“

“Look at you, Y/n, look at you!” Harry raises his voice, interrupting her "You have all your shit figured out, you’re pure. Do you not see that? You’re pure. The only part of you that isn’t is me. I’m the part of your life that is reckless and dangerous and you want me to live with that for the rest of my life?!”

Y/n’s eyebrows furrow at his comment. A part of her feels guilty that he feels that way, like he’s the bad part of her that doesn’t belong. But a part of her also knows he’s right. Yes, of course he’s the part of her life that’s full of danger, but she doesn’t care. If anything, it makes her stronger, makes her want to stand up for herself and stray from the idea that she’ll never be anything more than a shy, weak girl she once was. He may see them as the worst thing for each other, but to her, it’s the best.

“No,” she speaks up, “No, because that’s not something you have to live with! I’m in love with you. You- You make me a better person, Harry! It doesn’t matter to me if you’re the dangerous part of my life, because no matter crap you pull, at the end of the day you’re still the same man I will forever love. The fact that we make each other better people, Harry, that’s what you have to live with.”

“I’m a monster, Y/n.” He speaks slowly, eyes filled with tears.

“You aren’t anything like that and you know that! You aren’t anything like you think you are, Harry, stop confusing who you really are with this image you want people to see you as!”

“That’s who I am, Y/n! Have you ever thought of that?!” His voice suddenly became louder, stronger, desperately trying to make her understand how absolutely wrong they are. But his eyes are bloodshot, filled with guilt and tears, overwhelmed by her seeing this side of him.

“I can’t be fixed! You can’t fix me because this is who I am! I am like this with everybody except for you. Wouldn’t you stop to think, even for a goddamn second that who I’m with you is fake?! Have you ever thought of that?!”

“Stop it, Harry! Just stop!” She yells, her hands gripping the sides of her head momentarily. "You’re drunk and you’re upset and I understand that but this is not who you are. You are hurt. You’re only 20 years old, your parents died, H. You didn’t have a home, your siblings left you because they blamed you for their death. You do this because you’re broken and you’re in pain and you want to push people away so that they don’t leave you first. I know this because you told me this yourself. How can I blame you, H?!”

STOP DEFENDING ME!

His voice is animalistic, roaring in so much anger Y/n feels a vibration in the air around her. He throws a glass across the kitchen, the glass shattering onto the hardwood floor. Y/n’s body stiffens, never seeing him react so violently around her. 

He’s guilty the second he’s done it. He’s never acted this way toward her, but he can’t help it. He’s angry with himself. He’s had Y/n by his side for the past two years, always willing to help him and be there for him whenever he needed her. Seeing her reputation being ruined because of him, seeing how she’s been wasting her last two years hoping to change a man that can never be changed, it destroys him. She’s wasting her time with him. He’s a dead end, a false hope, and Y/n shouldn’t spend the rest of her life loving a man who could do this to her.

“Do you see that?” Harry whispers. “Do you see why this is a problem? I almost hurt you.”

Y/n shakes her head, slowly making her way toward his defeated body. She looks up at him, his eyes glossed with frustrated tears, looking at her the way he almost always does- with guilt. She runs her hands softly along his muscular arms in hope to calm him down.

“You’ll never hurt me.” She says softly, “I’m not afraid of you.”

Harry’s face scrunches in agony. He turns his head away from her, refusing to even look at her anymore. He can’t be weak, he can’t be right now.

“No. No, Y/n, stop.” He mutters, his hands pushing her away from him. 

He turns his back to her, not being able to look at her right now because of how much guilt he’s feeling.

Y/n shuts her eyes softly in attempt to rid the tears clouding her vision. No matter how hard she tries, he just keeps pushing her away. It hurts her- it hurts her to see him in war with himself. How a part of him is trapped, screaming, on his knees begging to be saved, and the other part of him so sure that there’ll be nobody listening to his pleas, finding it almost comedic that he’s lost all hope in his humanity.

“What else is there for me to do, Harry? I don’t know what it is you want me to do.”

Harry keeps his back toward her. Every atom in his body is pushing him to look back at her, hold her to him until the sun comes up, but he can’t. He can’t stand how heartbroken she sounds. Hell, she’s crying. Soft cries ripping out from her, and all he can fucking think about is how this is all his fault.

“All I want to do is help you, Harry. All I do is help you and you keep pushing me away.” She sobs- broken.

Her teary eyes are desperately looking at his tense frame, just hoping he’d turn around just so they can work things out- like they always do. She hopes he can see just how much he’s hurting more than he ever has before.

“I know what you’re doing. You do this with everyone else. I know you love me, and I know you love me more than anybody else in your life right now. You’re just pushing me away because you think I’ll leave you. You think we aren’t going to last because everyone made you believe that but you know I don’t know how to live without you. I’m not everyone else, Harry, this is different, we’re different.”

Harry lets loose tears fall down his face, his fingers fiddling with each other as he tries to understand her. But he can’t, he just can’t

She walks over to him, her hand reaching up to his shoulder. She massages his muscles softly as she presses soft kisses to his back. She’s still crying, soul shaking sobs still leaving her, but she can’t help but keep trying for him to realize she’s utterly and helplessly in love with him. There is nothing to lose between them, not if he were to just believe she would never give up on him.

“Just tell me what you want me to do.“

Feeling Y/n’s lips against his back makes him exhale a breath he didn’t know he was holding. It still amazes him how much she affects him. After two years he still never understood it. But all the good she’s done to him has only ever come back to harm her. Her friends leaving her, her having to come home to her boyfriend’s hands covered in somebody else’s blood, her having to leave her life with her family because every moment without her was another moment of danger, all because of him. And he can’t live with that.

He moves his shoulder away from her, feeling her detach from his body. He looks down, eyes squeezed shut. He doesn’t know how to do this. Especially to her.

“There’s nothing you can do, Y/n!” He cries out, flinging his body around so that he’s finally facing her.

“I would do anything for you, and you know that. But I can’t change myself just so that I can be with you. I can’t change who I am for you.” He whispers the last part, staring heartbroken in her eyes.

“God!” Y/n sobs out, punching her hands against his chest, “You know I’m not asking you to change! I just want to help you! And you won’t let me!”

Harry grabs Y/n’s wild hands in his, in hopes of calming her down. He feels like she hasn’t taken a fucking breath. She’s just so heartbroken, she’s lost and confused and on the verge of complete and utter desperation to have him stay with her.

It’s when Harry pulls her against him where she completely breaks down. He holds her head against his chest while she sobs against his black t-shirt. His fingers comb through her hair softly, chin held up by the top of her head. Harry hasn’t said anything, just listening to Y/n’s desperate pleading as she pulls at the back of his shirt.

“Pl-please don’t do this to me.” she cries out, taking in a harsh breath due to her lack of breath. “Please don’t leave me.”

She feels Harry tense against her body. He shuts his eyes softly, sighing out as he removes his hands from her.

“It’s over, Y/n.” He says softly, “Everything about us is wrong. It’s over.”

Y/n has never felt so much pain in her life. She pulls away from him, her eyes searching for any sign of remorse on his face, but there is none. He’s staring at her emotionless, but every part of him is breaking. The way she’s looking at him, he has never seen her look like that before. She just looks so- so defeated.

Just like that, everything she believed she had a purpose for has been ripped away from her. She doesn’t say anything as she lets go of him. Without a word, she half-heartedly makes her way up the stairs and into the bedroom.

Harry flinches when he hears the door slam shut. He wishes he could cry, wishes he could go onto his knees and beg for forgiveness. He wishes he could be angry, punch a wall, curse at himself, blame himself. But he can’t, he feels nothing. Isn’t that ironic? How the man who mostly feels the most dangerous feeling in the world now can’t feel a thing?

He stays in the same place he was left for what feels like eternity before he hears Y/n make her way down the steps. He turns around and rounds the corner that leads to the front door. He watches Y/n as she sets down her duffle bag, opening the closet door to grab a jacket. She grabs everything she needs before she finally opens up the front door. She can’t go back, she can’t turn around to look at him. She doesn’t have the strength.

She’s still crying. She still hasn’t said anything.

“Can you say something, please?” Harry croaks out, wanting nothing more than for her to at least say something to him, at least acknowledge his existence.

She stops walking, hand still on the doorknob. She sucks in a breath.

“You did it, Harry” she whispers, “you’ve finally hurt me.”

She turns her head, but not enough for her to be able to see him, but enough for him to know how much she means what she’s about to say.

“I never want to see you again.”

My pictures I got of the queen herself today 🤗

I swear Christen takes this backpack everywhere she goes! This was when she had just walked out to go to the photo booth where the professional pictures would be taken. When I went up to her to take the photo op the first thing she said was “Hey I like your jersey” & smiled at me. I swear I got so happy, my nerves managed to calm down but I just could’t believe that actually happened. I thanked her, then left to go freak out with my friend about meeting her 😆

This was about 10 minutes later? We were waiting in line to meet her again to get her autograph, at this point I was more calm given that I had met her earlier but I was still freaking out. 😅

I had recorded my whole interaction with her but this was when I gave her my gift and she was like thank you. After she opened it her reaction was priceless. She was like, “Awww, thank you that’s so nice” 😊 I felt relieved lol.

Now she was signing my jersey & I was happy, all I could think about was how I was going to frame that jersey and praise it forever lol

Can you believe she was looking at me that way? 🙂 Before I left I told her how I waited 2 years to meet her and she told me she was glad that we finally met and that she would see me soon when the NWSL season starts. 😬

In the 4th grade, it became like tradition in my class to loudly shout hello to the janitor when he came in like once a week. We’d all shout “Hello Mr. King!” and then go right back to what we were doing. And he would smile so big and like you could tell he didn’t get this kinda of recognition usually and we did it every time we saw him for the whole year. And then all those kids moved on to the 5th grade and the first time we saw him we said “Hello Mr. King!” while the teacher was talking and she didn’t know the tradition and she fucking lost it like “??? We do NOT interrupt the teacher why did you all do that anyways???” And we explained and she said “Well that’s over. Don’t do it again.” And I saw Mr. King smile sadly and then leave. And that’s why school is fucking shit. 

“Was it worth it?” He asked

She was in so much pain. Her heart was beating so hard she felt like her ears were ringing with the sound. She had cried herself to sleep for so many nights, the impression her nails made on the pillow would never leave, the muffled sounds of her sobs would forever remain embedded in her memory; but the thought of not having done it made her sick to her very core. She took a deep breath and truth flowed out of her like the waves of pain she often experienced. “Yeah” she croaked “Even if it were more painful than it already is, I would always choose leaving the man who could never truly love me, at least not in the way I needed him to. I’m sorry if it hurt you too.”

He smiled. The answer that he was dreading had finally been given, and surprisingly, it didn’t hurt as much. He pulled up his walls as high as he could, hid his emotions with perfect accuracy and said “Then it’s okay. I’m happy you’re happy.”

Afterall, they were both broken by the same society, the one which so desperately tried to convince them that love would fix everything.

—  Needless to say, it didn’t.