what would meetings with her be like

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A MONSTER’S BRIDE

When The Monster Frankenstein Meets His Bride. It Was Love At First Fright. But He Was Too Hideous For Her. It Broke His Heart That She Didn’t Love Him Back. So He Ended Their Existence…..Or Did He? Evil Laugh!

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anonymous asked:

Do you think that Yang might try and get some training from Raven if/when they meet? If only to prepare her for the next time she faces off against Adam? Also what if Raven not knowing the extent of her daughters trauma unsheathes her sword and Yang flashes back to her "fight" with Adam and has a panic attack?

Yes, yes to all of this. I would love to see Raven react to doing something like that and Yang freaks out and Raven actually chooses to do like…mom stuff and be there for her. 

Give me Raven taking Yang on a journey of self-discovery that ends with Raven teaching Yang how to turn into her bird self. 

anonymous asked:

if you are still taking requests then how about that!!: young!genji's father doesn't accept his s/o so she leaves genji a few days after their meeting (his father's and s/o's one) and after 3 years he meets her again with a little boy and it turns out she was pregnant with him?? and he wants to be with them again. i hope that's not confusing, english's my 2nd language :((

I feel like this is trash and I’m so sorry


You knew Genji would be under immense pressure to marry well for the sake of the clan and after what happened with the “negotiations” you know he’d be told he wasn’t allowed to marry you, that he should find someone more “worthy.” He’d fight the elders like he always did and just like always he’d say you had nothing to worry about, that they couldn’t touch him. But with everything you’d seen and heard, you were afraid that this might be the final straw, the final act of disobedience that would force their hand, and you’d want no part in his downfall. So you fled, moved to Europe and set up a new life, changed your last name so it’d be harder to find you, kept a low profile, didn’t make friends, got a normal job, lived a normal life. Until you started throwing up daily and then when one thing led to another you had to move into a bigger apartment, buy baby clothes, paint dragons on the nursery walls, and cry because you didn’t want to be doing this alone but knowing you had to. You heard what happened to the Shimada clan and it worried you so much that the stress sent you into early labor, Ryuu was only a week early but he was still very small, you’d decided to leave the father’s side of the birth certificate blank, for his safety and your sanity.

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October 20 - “Don’t you dare touch him!” WinterShieldShock for @comedycentralmh

Written by @kathryn-claire-oconnor

Darcy could think of about a hundred different ways she would’ve liked to meet her boyfriend’s boyfriend for only the second time. This was none of those ways.

A Wakandan doctor was fidgeting nervously near the panel of monitors for Sergeant Barnes’ cryo unit, her eyes constantly scanning as she did her best not to miss a thing. Darcy didn’t blame her; from what she’d heard from Steve and Bucky’s doctors, there was no part of cryo that wasn’t painful. Waking up, in particular, could apparently go wrong in a myriad of ways.

So waking him up now was definitely not ideal, but they didn’t appear to have a choice. Even this underground level of the hospital was being evacuated around them, and James Buchanan Barnes was going to have to come too. But waking him up was definitely safer for him than trusting his entire cryo unit to stay stable en route, considering their current circumstances.

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anonymous asked:

au where this timeline is humanstuck and karkat finds out Aradis is back becsuse her runescape account comes online. they meet in a major city. altairs gear looks just like sollux, karkats internet crush

im sorry i cant read past “karkat finds out aradia is back because her runescape account comes online” im fucking wheezing

I’m sitting here remembering all of the times I was called childish for supporting Taylor.
All of the times I was told I don’t even know who she is as a person (Followed by all of the false statements made about her).
All of the times I was told I was crazy and would never meet her.
All of the times I was told it was time to move on and that I’ve liked her for too long.
All of the times I’ve fought people on what the media had to say.

Now, I’m wearing the shirt she gave me when she invited me into her home, because she handpicked me after cyberstalking me for MONTHS.

She knew my name.
She knew who I was just by the words “tall and lovely”.
She laughed with me. Danced with me. Complimented said dancing. Shared stories and secrets with me. Shared her music with me.
She was the kind, selfless, genuine, warm, intentional, goofy, perfectly human person she has always been.

So now as all of those people ask “how?”
I can say, there’s no explanation, just reputation.

Today’s highlights in my ongoing project to read through and transcribe the letters of Rachel (a wealthy Victorian girl at boarding school on the East Coast in the 1890s) include…

  • Rachel’s cousin Will and his Yale roommate Allen both have the measles. Rachel shows limited sympathy (”Poor boy!”), before immediately mocking them and calling them “childish” for getting a disease only little kids get.
  • Rachel and her roommate “B” (It stands for Bertha!) attempted to steal a sign (what sort idk) from a fair they went to but found they “were carefully guarded”. She wishes Will could have been there to help.
  • Will has a crush on a girl named Jenny, who Rachel knows, and is constantly asking Rachel if Jenny has mentioned him.
  • “B” often sits next to Rachel as she writes and suggests things to add to the letter or just generally distracts her.
  • Will and Jack, who are brothers, don’t write to each other. They write to Rachel and tell her to write to the other and pass on a message for them. Rachel keeps asking why they do this, but goes along with it anyways.
  • Rachel always explains why there are ink blots or areas of sloppy writing in her letters. Explanations so far include such classics as: the dinner bell just rang, it’s after lights-out and I’m writing this in the dark, “B” is shaking my arm, “B” is kissing me, this pen is broken, the postman is almost here, and there was a bee.
  • For her 18th birthday Rachel received: a new Kodak camera, eighteen white rosebuds, silver manicure scissors, a pair of shell side combs, a silver pencil, and a vase of pink roses. However her favorite present was from her father who wrote to say she could just buy her own present and he would pay for it.
  • Rachel is always mentioning the pictures she takes with her Kodak. I wish I knew what happened to them. 
  • In addition to Calvé, Marlowe and Sothern, Rachel has now also gone to see performances by Ellen Terry, Henry Irving, John Philip Sousa, Ignacy Jan Paderewski (playing the piano, not governing Poland), and freaking Sarah Bernhardt! 
  • Rachel likes to put question marks in the middle of sentences to denote sarcasm; i.e. “I am very ? sorry for you.” and “Men were not excluded and we had the pleasure ? of meeting several.”
  • Your 1890s slang word of the day: “squelch” (verb) - to be lectured or punished for something. Example: “I expect to be squelched unmercifully by mama and papa.”  Can also be used as a noun as in: “This term we have had nothing but squelches.”
Rachel Amber is the fire that Chloe needs to stay away from

Okay.

Look.

I love Amberprice. I will defend it til the very end. Would I fall for someone like Rachel Amber? Yes. Would I like to be friends with someone like Rachel Amber? Absolutely. Would I date Rachel Amber? No. Absolutely not. Not because of how smashy she gets when she’s angry, but because of how the tiny traits about her tips me off the wrong way.

Am I sure she really likes Chloe? No. Do I think she’s manipulating Chloe? Yes. Does Rachel’s actions and reactions to Chloe’s doubt to running away bother me?… 

Hella yes. 

It VERY much bothered me.

I’d like to go back to this conversation:

They’re talking about Rachel. Hands down, that’s what I sincerely believe.

The first time you meet Rachel is intense. It’s like fire. It’s bright, and warm, and exhilarating. Rachel burns like fire. Brightly, and she’s the center of attention.

She becomes the center of Chloe’s attention.

but….

She burns so brightly that the darkness of Chloe’s life is completely engulfed in this. I can’t find a video where Chloe says it, but in my play through, on the first episode, while talking to Joyce during breakfast, Chloe basically goes: We make bad choices when we’re dealing with losing someone. She’s basically judging her mother for choosing David so soon after she lost William.

Sound familiar?

Who else lost William, as well as a best friend, and started hanging out with the wrong crowd and making awful decisions in life?

So, if you eliminate fire. If you eliminate that bright bright light… what do you see?

Darkness.

Chloe doesn’t want that. She just wants to see…. Rachel provides her light. a direction. But perhaps that direction becomes too blinding and painfully burning as Chloe gets closer to it. That’s why, by the end of the episode, Chloe is so hesitant with leaving with Rachel. Chloe felt the warmth of the fire, but as she edges closer, she has to recoil for a moment because that fire is burning her. Eventually she gives in, after a promise.

Something solid – the bracelet

Something permanent – a tattoo

Something passionate – a kiss

Lesbi-honest… MOST of us, chose the most NON concrete way to make a promise: a kiss. We, as Chloe’s players, are pushing Chloe into the fire.

But here’s the thing, let’s jump ahead a little bit in the future okay?

 Chloe loses Rachel anyway. She loses her fire. A very bright fire that she has been staring at for a while now. She’s back in darkness, but the fire left a mark on her. It didn’t burn her. It left that weird shape in her eyes that happens when one stares too long at something bright.

But slowly and surely, she starts seeing clearer. And in darkness.. what do you see when you look up?

Stars. 

Fire that shine billions of light years away. Safe to watch, untouchable, yet they’re still so beautiful. They give direction. If one knows how to read stars, you will know where to go just by using them

Who else is miles away? Who else is untouchable?

It’s a bit of a reach, but Max could have been that greater beauty. 

A more logic reach is the end of Life is Strange (original), where Chloe realizes that she has been so focused on the fire (Rachel) and the hazy orb that the fire left (Rachel’s disappearance), that she failed to see the other beauty of her world (her mother, blackwell, Eliot (he’s a really good kid), Steph, Mikey, and maybe even David because he does have some lessons that make sense)

But Rachel isn’t just what made Chloe miss the finer things in her life… The darkness around her was dark enough that she couldn’t see….

So dark that she couldn’t see directions.

So how was she to know that looking up was all she needed to see the dim lights in her sky? How was she to know when Rachel Amber was this wildfire that gave her warmth but also misdirection?

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Perspective | I wanted to understand why racists hated me. So I befriended Klansmen.
My collection of robes and hoods is still growing.

By Daryl Davis,  September 29 at 6:00 AM:  Daryl Davis, author of “Klan-Destine Relationships,” and subject of the documentary “Accidental Courtesy,” is an award-winning musician, actor, lecturer and race relations expert.    

“One night in 1983, I found myself playing in a country band at a truck stop lounge. I was the only black person in the joint. Taking a break after the first set of music, I was headed to sit at a table with my bandmates when a white gentleman approached from behind and put his arm around my shoulders. “I really enjoy y’all’s music,” he said. I shook his hand and thanked him. “This is the first time I ever heard a black man play piano like Jerry Lee Lewis,” he continued.

I told him that Lewis was a friend of mine and that he had learned his style from watching and listening to black blues and boogie-woogie pianists. My new fan didn’t buy it, but he did want to buy me a drink. While we sipped, he clinked my glass and said, “This is the first time I ever sat down and had a drink with a black man.”

Why? “I’m a member of the Ku Klux Klan,” he said. I burst out laughing. Then he handed me his KKK membership card, and I recognized the Klan’s symbols. In that moment, I was overcome by a question: How could anybody hate me when they didn’t even know me?

I was no stranger to racism. Having grown up a black person in the ’60s and ’70s, I knew that prejudice was common. But I had never understood why. Sitting in that lounge with my new friend, I decided to figure it out in the only way that made sense: By getting to know those who felt hostility toward black people without ever having known any.

Several years later, I recruited that man, whose name was Frank James, to put me in contact with the grand dragon of the Maryland Klan. He tried to deter me, warning that the leader would kill me. But eventually, after I promised not to reveal how I’d gotten the grand dragon’s contact information, James gave it to me.

By then I had decided to travel around the country and interview KKK leaders and members from various chapters and factions to get the answer to my question: How can you hate someone you’ve never met? I was planning to write a book detailing my interviews, experiences and encounters with these Ku Klux Klan members. (The book, “Klan-Destine Relationships,” was published in 1998.)

I had my white secretary, who typically booked my band and assisted me with my music business, set up a meeting with the Maryland grand dragon, explaining that her boss was writing a book on the Klan and would like his input. Per my instructions, she did not reveal the color of my skin.

The grand dragon agreed to participate, and we secured a room at a Frederck, Maryland motel, where my secretary filled an ice bucket with cans of soda so I could offer my guest a drink. Regardless of how and what he felt about me, if he entered my room after seeing the color of my skin, I was going to treat him with hospitality.

Punctual to the minute, there was a knock on the door. The grand nighthawk (the grand dragon’s bodyguard) entered first, and then the dragon himself. “Hello,” I began, “I’m Daryl Davis.” I offered my palm, and the dragon shook my hand as he and the nighthawk introduced themselves. The dragon sat in the chair I had set out, and the nighthawk stood at attention beside him.

We were both apprehensive of the other, and the interview started haltingly. We discussed what he had hoped to achieve by joining the Klan; what his thoughts were on blacks, Asians, Jews and Hispanics; and whether he thought it would ever be possible for different races to get along. A little while later, we heard an inexplicable crackling noise and we both tensed. The dragon and I stared each other in the eye, silently asking, “What did you just do?” The nighthawk reached for his gun. Nobody spoke. I barely breathed.

Seated atop the dresser, my secretary realized what had happened: The ice in the bucket had started to melt, causing the soda cans to shift. It happened again, and we all began laughing. From there, the interview went on without a hitch.

It was a perfect illustration that ignorance breeds fear and possibly violence. An unknown noise in an ice bucket could’ve led to gunfire, had we not taken a moment to understand what we were encountering.

Even though the grand dragon, who now prefers not to be named, had told me he knew that white people were superior to blacks, our dialogue continued over the years. He would visit me in my home, and I would eventually be a guest in his. We would share many meals together, even though he thought I was inferior. Within a couple of years, he rose to the rank of imperial wizard, the top national leadership position in the Klan.

Over the past 30 years, I have come to know hundreds of white supremacists, from KKK members, neo-Nazis and white nationalists to those who call themselves alt-right. Some were good people with wrong beliefs, and others were bad people hellbent on violence and the destruction of those who were non-Aryan.

There was Bob White, a grand dragon for Maryland who served four years in prison for conspiring to bomb a synagogue in Baltimore, where he had been a police officer. When he got out, he returned to the Klan and later went back to prison for three more years for assaulting two black men with a shotgun, evidently intent on murder. But after I reached out to him with a letter while he was in prison for the second time, Bob became a very good friend, renounced the Klan and attended my wedding.

Imperial Wizard Frank Ancona, who headed one of the largest Klan groups in the country, would also become a very close friend. When Frank was killed this year (his wife and stepson have been charged with his murder), one of his Klan members, knowing how close we had been, called me and told me before notifying the police. I accepted the Klan’s invitation to participate in his funeral service.

Three weeks after this summer’s violent clash in Charlottesville, I was invited by the leaders of the Tennessee and Kentucky chapters of Ancona’s branch of the Klan to speak at their national Konvocation. I accepted, spoke and took audience questions after the lecture. Whether or not anyone there immediately changed their minds, we talked as people — and we all benefitted from that.

I am not so naive as to think everyone will change. There are certainly those who will go to their graves as hateful, violent racists. I never set out certain that I would convert anyone. I just wanted to have a conversation and ask, “How can you hate me when you don’t even know me?” What I’ve learned is that whether or not I’ve changed minds, talking can still relieve tensions. I’ve seen firsthand that when two enemies are talking, they are not fighting. They may be yelling and beating their fists on the table, but at least they are talking. Violence happens only when talking has stopped.

And sometimes, people do change. One day in 1999, after having been in the Ku Klux Klan for about 20 years, the Klan leader from the motel interview, whom I watched go from grand dragon to imperial wizard, called me, said he was leaving the Klan and apologized for having been a member. He told me he could no longer hate people. I had not turned out to be what he had always thought of black people. He went on to become one of my best friends, and today I own his robe and hood — one set of many in my collection of garments donated to me by apostate Klansmen and Klanswomen,

which is always growing.”

asquidaliciousnerd  asked:

HC: Otabek is secretly the founding father of Yuri's Angels. He set up a fan page after first meeting Yuri when he was like 12 without realising how big it would become and then watched as it was taken over by hoards of fangirls over the years. All the Angels regard the mysterious 'girl' who started the fandom as their leader but nobody knows 'her' true identity. Now whenever Yuri is ambushed by screaming fans Otabek just sweats nervously and thinks 'Dear God, what have I created?'

lmao the whole yuri’s angels fanclub would implode if they ever found out it was otabek behind this

Fears Bill Skarsgård x Reader

Requester: atliefloresdaprimavera

Prompt: Reader is Bills gf, and she’s a famous book author and she’s terrified of clowns. They both support each other and are each others biggest fans so when he tells her he got the role she swallows her fear (he knows about her phobia) and helped him prepare for the role, but she didn’t want to go to visit on set; but the kids are her fans and she went to visit them one day later he tells on interviews he was scared for their relationship because of the role.

Warning: None 

Originally posted by deathtown

Originally posted by carlaconce

You hummed as you wrote on the computer trying to figure out what to write for your new book. You at the moment we’re having the worst kind of thing an author can go through—writers block. You had tried to start a new book but it just ended up falling apart before it could even take off.

Even the best authors such as Stephen King and J.K Rowling had writers block. According to most you were considered one of those truly best selling authors but you didn’t really think of yourself as one of the best even though that was how you met your boyfriend the Bill Skarsgård.

He was one of your biggest fans and you were of him and then one day during a book signing you met and it was pretty much love at first sight. You looked up from your computer at the tv show currently playing on the TV, Supernatural. You were on the episode with Sam and the clown.

Your heart raced incredibly fast when you saw the clown and had to look back down at the computer to avoid watching. You were terrified, TERRIFIED of clowns. When you were little your older brother and his friends thought it would be a good idea to fill the cellar full of antique life size clown dolls both made for Halloween (aka motion activated) and just for decoration.

And no, they didn’t just leave you in there for a few minutes and then just let you out they left you in there all night. You had to go to therapy for 2 years just to get over not suddenly shrieking at the top of your lungs for several minutes when you saw a clown on the tv.

Even if it was a fun colorful clown with painted dimples and mouth you still had a bad breakdown. You continued to stare at your screen and try to figure out how to even start the story.

Once upon a time?

Once upon a dream? (Reference!)

So a man walks into a bar…?

You groaned and slumped down tapping your bottom lip in thought. Several minutes had passed and you still didn’t write anything down. Your prayers were sort of answered when Bill came in.

“Hey!” He called from across the condo.

“Hey honey! How was your day?” You called.

“Amazing. You won’t believe what role I got.” He replied walking into the living room.

“Ooh is it popular?” You asked picking up your mug of coffee.

“Yeah you know that movie IT? I’m playing Pennywise.”

You instantly choked on your drink coughing and hacking and placing the mug back on the coffee table to avoid dropping or spilling it. Bill rushed over gently patting your back as you wheezed and felt the rest of the coffee go down.

“What’s wrong babe?” He asked.

“You…Pennywise…”

Bill remembered your extreme clown fear and frowned, “I know your afraid of clowns so that’s why I came to you before I could accept.”

“Uh…yeah, I’m perfectly fine about it. Just don’t think about coming home dressed as a clown unless you want me to beat you to death with a bat.” You warned.

He smiled and kissed your head before saying, “Thanks baby. I love you.”

“Love you too.” You sighed.

He walked off and you continued to stare at the blinking cursor.

So far the IT remake had been in production for a month now and Bill was doing a pretty good job making sure to not act like Pennywise when he arrives home. The first time he did slip up was with his creepy laugh.

You both were putting the dishes away and talking when he did the Pennywise laugh and your glass slipped and shattered onto the counter. Bill snapped his head towards you and saw you were staring at him wide eyed and paralyzed like there was a clown right behind him.

“Sorry I…”

“No, no it’s fine. I’m fine.” You said before walking off to get the duster.
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Ever since then he’s been extra careful not to act or talk like his character.

3 months into production he had finally been able to meet the Losers kids. He talked to them when he was out of costume and when he mentioned you all their eyes lit up in a split second.

“Your dating (Name) (Last Name)???” Jaeden (aka Bill) asked.

“Yeah you know her?” Bill said.

“I love her book Deathly Dreams.” Sophia (Beverly) said her eyes twinkling. All their eyes were as they shared what books they loved the most.

“Can you please bring her down here? My life would be complete if I got her autograph and got to talk to her.” Wyatt (Stan) pleaded.

“Pleeeaaase?” All the Losers nearly begged making puppy eyes.

Bill laughed knowing he was out matched against the seven kids (both in and out of character) and calmly said, “Alright, alright. I’ll try to get her down here.”

They cheered and Bill frowned hoping you’d be up for it. Maybe if he just tried to avoid you in costume like he did with the kids you’d be fine.

Right?

Later that night he bit his lip as he came home to find you were sitting in front of your computer typing your book.

“Hey sweetie.” He greeted kissing your head.

“Hey honey.” You replied picking your head up for a lip kiss instead.

He eagerly did and sat down next to you gently rubbing your shoulders making you look at him concerned.

“What?” Bill asked.

“Are you okay?” You asked.

“No your just looking tense.” He replied.

“Well how did filming go today?” You asked turning your head to continue to type.

“Good. I uh…talked to the kids…and they’re actually big fans of you.”

“Really?” You asked snapping your head towards him.

“Yeah. They were fangirling over you.”

“Awww that’s so sweet.” You giggled.

“Well…um…they also wanted to see you.”

Your smile faded slowly realizing why he was doing that. He wanted you to come onto the set to see the kids but…he would be in his character and…oh no.

“I mean you don’t have to we can just-”

“N-No it’s fine, I’ll go. I mean I kind of always wanted to see a movie behind the scenes with my own eyes. Maybe it’ll help me with this stupid book.” You said.

“Really?”

“Totally.”

“You sure?”

“Bill, I’ll be fine.” You assured him.

“Alright.” He sighed.

The next day you went in with him and got to meet the director Andy who was also a big fan of your books. He lead you over to where the children were for makeup and as soon as you walked in they recognized you and nearly tackled you in a hug fangirling.

“Oh my gosh your (Name) (Last Name)!” Jack (Eddie) squealed.

“Yes I am.” You smiled feeling like you were floating in space.

A famous horror movie director and 7 soon-to-be famous kids loved your books?

Who knew?!

You took selfies with them, signed their books, talked to them, until you needed to use the bathroom. Good news was you were in a warehouse so you didn’t have to do your business in the woods or in a porta potty.

Bad news was you were lost trying to find your way back from the bathroom.

You were sure you had gone too far deep into the warehouse and now were wandering around the creepy place looking everywhere. You couldn’t find anyone to ask where you were so you were alone, becoming scared, and confused.

Great.

You sighed as you continued to wander your footsteps echoing. You heard the sound of laughter and shuddered remembering that laugh. A clown’s laugh. It sounded so familiar to the one over a decade and a half ago when you were in the cellar. Your heart was racing as you tried to get away from the source of the laughs.

Fear was overtaking your mind as you hurried to find your way out looking left and right. The echoes only seemed to be getting closer but you couldn’t tell if it was you  or the thing releasing the laughter going closer.

You finally came into a room and your blood ran ice cold and your heart seemed to stop dead. Standing there was a clown. Your brain was so filled with fear that it didn’t recognize that it was Bill.

If anyone saw him really unless they knew they wouldn’t be able to recognize him underneath all the makeup. You surely didn’t. When the clown turned to face you your skin turned paper white and your breath was trapped in your throat.

“(Name)?” Bill said in his real voice.

He started walking towards you and you took several steps back before running.

“(Name)!” Bill called.

He watched as you ran as fast as you could which was faster than him.

“(Name)!” He called.

“Leave me alone!” You screamed.

You ran into a closet and slammed the door shut hyperventilating. You ran your fingers through your hair and curled up in the corner feeling incredibly dizzy and sick.

“(Name)? (Name) please, where are you?” He asked.

You weren’t able to reply back gasping too hard. It hurt to breathe. You heard the knock on the door and you shuddered, “(Name)? You in here?”

“Bill I’m so scared.” You sobbed.

“(Name), it’s just me. Okay. I’m dressed as Pennywise but I’m not going to hurt you. Okay?”

“O-o-okay.”

“Can I come in?” He asked.

“S-Sure.”

“(Name), I need a yes or a no…”

You took a deep breath before firmly replying, “Yes.”

The door opened and you squeaked and curled in on yourself. Despite this Bill walked over to you and knelt down in front of you.

“(Name), please don’t be scared. It’s me Bill.”

You slowly opened your eyes but you could still only see the clown. Your heart was pounding so fast your body had told you to get up and run but Bill was quicker and pulled you to his chest in a hug. You frantically panicked nearly hyperventilating as you tried to get away.

“(Name), it’s just me. It’s just me.” He whispered comfortingly.

He took off his silk glove and reached up to his eye before taking off one of the yellow contact lenses revealing his actual blue-green ones. You gradually relaxed and leaned onto his chest.

Under all that latex and makeup you could still smell his cologne letting you know it was indeed him. You wrapped his arms tightly around him taking slow breaths to calm yourself down.

“You okay now?” He asked after a few minutes.

You nodded and he smiled and nuzzled your forehead since he’d smear his lipstick.

“You actually helped me get over my fear of clowns.” You said softly.

He smiled and leaned down to kiss you. When he pulled away he couldn’t help but smile noticing your lips were tainted a light red. Bill placed his eye contact back on and you shuddered but otherwise didn’t run away.

“I love you.” Pennywise said softly.

“I love you too.” You giggled, “And your little clown nose too.”

“Yeah I brought my girlfriend who is like terrified of clowns to the set to ya know meet the kids and, um, she ended up getting lost and found me when I was deep in character as the clown and…yeah I scared her really badly. I thought she was going to break up with me but she didn’t…. I have the best girlfriend ever…”

Epilogue: I really liked this prompt idea cuz I’m terrified of clowns and like Bill is equal parts sexy and scary. Idk that’s just me. Thanx for reading! :3!

The Wrong Number Part Three

Jensen Ackles x Reader

Summary : you accidentally texted the wrong person one night who happens to be a major celebrity. And from that day on, you two can’t seem to stop talking to each other.

Read Part One Here Part Two Here

A/N : SO many of you asked for a part two, so here it is!! I hope you all enjoy!!

Warning ; language?

It’s been two months since you and Jensen first texted each other, and it’s has been the best two months of your life.

You spent almost everyday talking to him. Face timing him every night and slowly falling for him.

This wasn’t what you wanted. You didn’t want to have your heart yearn for someone. Especially someone you knew you couldn’t be with.

But it happened.

Jensen was everything you wanted in a man. He was charming and funny and had the biggest heart. It was hard not to fall for him.

It took you a while to tell your best friend, but when you did, she wouldn’t let it go.

“So when are you two going to meet in person?” She asked.

Letting out a sigh, you shrugged. “Probably never.”

“What? Why not!”

“B-Because. It just wouldn’t be a good idea.”

Bonnie furrowed her brows, looking directly at you. “Why not? It’s obvious you two like each other and–”

“It’s just not a good idea.” You cut her off. “I mean what if he meets me and doesn’t like who I am?”

“You two have literally talked everyday for two months!”

“So! It’s easy to talk to someone behind a phone. It’s different in person.”

“But he already likes you for you. Why would he just stop liking you all of a sudden?” She asked.

“Look, lets just drop it okay? Besides, I’ll probably never get the chance to meet him anyways.”

“I’m just saying you shouldn’t turn it down. Because who knows, it could turn into something more.”

—-

You laid in bed, snuggling with your blanket and looking into your phone.

“So how was set today?” You asked.

Jensen let out a yawn as he sat back into his couch. Still in his suit from playing Dean Winchester.

“It was great just exhausting.” He said. “But I got to direct this episode so it was awesome.”

You laid there listening go on and on about set and how he worked around some challenges through out the day.

Hearing his stories and seeing his eyes light up every time he mentioned directing, made you smile. He was adorable to watch. Like a kid on Christmas morning.

“Anyways, how are you?” He asked. “How was your dinner with Bonnie?”

“It was good.” You said. “Had some wine, and a lot of pasta.”

He flashed a smile, “my girl and her obsession with food.”

“It’s not an obsession, it’s a–”

“Lifestyle.” He cut you off.

Your lips curved, making your cheeks slightly ache. “Exactly.”

“I like a girl who loves food just as much as I do.” He muttered. “Makes it easier for dates too.”

Suddenly, you started to think about the conversation with Bonnie. You started to think about meeting him. About being with him and having this connection be physical.

You went over all the good and bad in your head. Weighing out each side and trying to talk yourself out of it.

But every time you looked at him, you started to lean more towards the pros.

Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to meet him in person. Maybe things could work out, just like Bonnie said.

Or maybe it could be the worst decision of your life.

Jensen waved into the camera, snapping you back to reality.

“Hey, you okay?” He asked.

You nodded, trying to focus on him and the conversation.

“Y-Yeah sorry. Just a little tired.”

He laid his head back more into the couch and sighed. “Me too.” He said. “I just wish you were here so I wouldn’t have to say bye, just good night.”

Your stomach fluttered immensely. Feeling as though you were on a high. Your cheeks ached more from smiling so big. You couldn’t help but fall for that cheesy line.

“Me too.” You whispered.

He looked at the time and yawned once again.

“I need to get some sleep though. Have a flight to catch tomorrow morning.” He said. “Got another convention this weekend.”

“Oh okay. Well goodnight.” You muttered. Not wanting to hang up.

“Good night beautiful.” He said with a soft smile.

And just like that, the call ended.

You started to think about the ‘what if’ again. About whether or not it was worth it. Worth to risk everything and just meet him in person.

You were so unsure of what to do. Battling with yourself, until you got a text from Jensen.

‘Before I go to bed, I just want to say one more thing.’

Three dots appeared underneath and you were suddenly nervous. Sitting up in your bed.

And then it popped up.

—–

Part Four (coming soon)

I love you.

Originally posted by harrysimpact

Her.

All wrong.


This is the third and final part to my soulmate story. The other parts can be found above. Let me know what you think.xxx


“No!” her scream echoed around Harry’s apartment, the pain in her voice cutting through him and making his heart clench.
“Harry, no.” it was a whimper now and Harry pressed his eyes shut, hoping that when he opened them again everything would be okay.
But that didn’t happen. Y/N fell to her knees, the loud thump making Harry turn around and stare at her in shock. The sight in front of him reminded him of last night, when he was the one to drop down on his knees and sob until his lungs were begging him to stop.
Y/N curled in on herself, making herself as small as possible. Her loud cries were heartbreaking and Harry wasn’t sure if she was able to breath anymore because her loud gasps didn’t sound like she was able to take in any air.
He kneeled down in front of her, one hand on her knee, his thumb stroking over the fabric of her skinny jeans.
“You have to calm down or you’ll make yourself sick.” he told her.
But her sobs didn’t die down, if anything they only got worse.
“Alright.” he sighed and lifted her up with one hand underneath her knees and one underneath her arms.
She wrapped her arms around his neck then, crying into his shoulder. Harry walked her to his living room, sitting down with her on his lap. He slung a blanket over her body because he knew that always comforted her.
He stroked her head, his fingers playing with her hair. It took time but after a while she stopped sobbing and gasping for air, her breathing still ragged but almost normal.
“I m-made a mistake.” she said after a while.
Harry didn’t say anything, he decided to let her talk and not interrupt her.
“I know I should have told him. But I was so goddamn nervous. I’ve been with him for two years now, it just seems unfair to me to break up with him so sudden. He stood in front of me yesterday and he was so happy to see me and… I just couldn’t do it.”
Harry thought for a moment. Of course he knew it wouldn’t be easy for her but didn’t she know that it wasn’t easy for him either?

“You didn’t have to have sex with him.”
“I know. I know I shouldn’t have done it but… I needed comfort. I felt like no matter what I do, it’s wrong. I just needed to forget everything for a bit.”
“But you knew that I would feel it. I told you.” Harry scoffed.
“I-I hoped you wouldn’t.”
Harry shook his head and let her glide from his lap, bending forward to rest his elbows on his knees, his head in his hands.
“Do you even know what that did to me? You ripped my fucking heart out. I spent forever in the shower to somehow get rid of that feeling of you with another man but it didn’t help. I’ve never cried so hard. I felt you having sex with him before but now that I met you, now that I kissed you… You cheated on me. You did the one thing you never were supposed to do.”
Y/N eyes were cast down to the floor, starring at god knows what.
“I…” Harry stopped, he didn’t know if he wanted to tell her.
But he had to.
“I don’t feel you anymore.”
Y/N screwed her eyes shut, her head shaking from side to side.
“I… don’t have that feeling in my chest anymore.”
Y/N got up from the couch and stood in front of the big window, starring outside.
Harry cleared his throat and got up as well.
“Maybe it’d be be best you’d lea-”
“What do I have to do to make this right?” she whirled around.
“I don’t know.” Harry sighed.
“There has to be something, Harry.”
“You destroyed us.” he smiled sadly.
“I don’t think you can do anything.”
“You can’t stop loving your soulmate, that’s not possible.” she shook her head.
Harry stared at her. She started to walk over to him, cupping his face in her hands.
“I still feel you. I still have that feeling in my chest.”
Harry had to admit that her touch did something to him.
“Just tell me what to do.” she begged.
He hesitated for a moment. The thoughts in his mind swirling around.
“We’ll go to your place. And I’ll wait with you until he comes home. You tell him.”
She nodded her head furiously.
“Anything.”
“But I can’t promise you that that’ll make everything okay again.”
She smiled sadly but nodded.
She gazed into his eyes for a few more moments, before she leaned in to kiss him. But Harry whipped his head to the side so she could only reach his cheek. She closed her eyes with frustration, but pressed her lips against his skin harder.
“I brought breakfast. Maybe we could eat that before we go?” she asked him, somewhat nervous because she was sure that she couldn’t take another rejection.
“‘Course.” he agreed.

To say that breakfast was awkward would be an understatement. It was literally horrible. They sat across from each other, none of them knowing what to say or what to do.
When her phone dinged with a message she felt Harry tense up. Of course he knew who it was from.
“What does he say?” he asked with fake nonchalance, it may sound cruel but Y/N was glad that he reacted like that.
“He’s leaving work early. He’s home in an hour.” she told him, leaving out the 'I love you.’ he ended the message with.
“Then we’ll have to go.” Harry said and got up from his seat.
“Yeah.”

Once they arrived Y/N was shaking with nerves. Nothing was safe now. What would Matthew do when she told him? Hit Harry? Yell at her? Insult her?
And what would Harry do afterwards? Leave and never come back? Realize that he still didn’t feel anything?
She was scared. So incredibly scared.
When Matthew arrived it was like time stood still. He closed the door behind him and stared at Harry and Y/N, how he sat at the kitchen table with a frown and how she whirled around from where she was leaning against the kitchen counter.
“Um… hi?” Matthew said, confusion clear in his voice.
“Hi.” Y/N breathed.
“Who’s that?” he asked, referring to Harry.
“That’s Harry.”
They nodded at each other briefly as a way of greeting.
“My soulmate.”
Matthews eyes snapped to Y/N’s and lips parted with shock.
“Oh?”
“Yeah.” she nodded.
“Well… it was about time, eh?” Matthew started to smile, a genuine one.
Y/N stared at him dumbfounded, like she couldn’t believe her ears.
“It’s nice to meet you.” Matthew said and walked over to Harry, outstretching his hand for him to shake.
“Nice to meet you too, mate.” Harry grinned softly and grabbed his hand.
“Probably not that nice, hm?” Matthew looked at him sympathetically.
“What do you mean?” Harry asked.
“I mean… My significant other has a boyfriend too and it rips my heart out. Probably the same for you.”
Harry nodded softly, his eyes catching Y/N’s who looked at both of them with wonder.
“So you two met today?”
“Um, no.” Harry replied.
“No?” Matthew asked and looked to Y/N.
“We… we met yesterday.” she answered.
“Oh.”
It was quiet for a moment, everyone seemingly lost in their own thoughts until Matthew realized that if they met yesterday…
“Wait. Yesterday?”
Y/N and Harry both nodded.
“But… but we had…”
“Yep.” Harry nodded, popping the 'p’.
“Oh goodness.” Matthews’s eyes widened.
“I’m so sorry, mate. I didn’t know.”
“It’s not your fault.” Harry stared directly at Y/N.
She closed her eyes and looked away.
“Um… I guess I’ll better leave now, yeah? I think you two have a lot to talk about. I’m going to get my stuff the next few days.”
“Okay.” Y/N whispered.
“I really am sorry, mate.” Matthew told Harry, patting his shoulder once.
“Take care of her, yeah?”
Harry nodded with a tight lipped smile.
And seconds later the door closed behind Matthew.
Harry got up from his seat, the chair creating an uncomfortable sound against the floor.
He stood in front of Y/N with his arms crossed, starring her down.
“I-I didn’t know he would react like that.” she stuttered.
“What did you think would happen, hm? That he would yell at you? For meeting your soulmate?”
Y/N stayed silent because she knew whatever she would say it wouldn’t help her.
“You’re really not making this easy on me, you know? I don’t know what I’m supposed to so with all this.” he spoke, his voice gentle now.

He sighed when he saw her starring at the ground, her bottom lip wobbling. He took a step forward, his hands touching her upper arm softly.
“I want to love you. I want to love you with every fiber of my being and start a happy life with you. But I don’t know if I can do that.”
“Can we at least try?” she whimpered.
“Love…”
“Please. We can take it slow, as slow as you want. I’d do everything to make you forgive me. Please.” she begged.
“I need time, okay? Time to think.”
She closed her eyes briefly, the thought of not seeing him for some time too much.
“Anything you want.” she agreed nonetheless.
Harry nodded and smiled softly at her before he leaned down. Y/N gasped, thinking he’d kiss her but his kiss only landed on her cheek.
And seconds later her front door fell shut.



The first day she didn’t see him wasn’t easy for her but she handled it.
It wasn’t any easier for him either but he pushed through it.
The second day was much worse, her chest felt like it was tightening in on her and her body was shaking the whole day.
Harry felt like he couldn’t breath, his lungs struggling and his headache getting worse with every minute.
The third day was the worst, Y/N was feeling dizzy and weak. Her body not being able to move a lot before her limps gave out.
Harry felt hot all over but cold at the same time. He wasn’t able to eat or do anything really because he was sure he would faint.
But he had to do something.
One thing.
He drove over to her place even though he was shaking so much he couldn’t even hold the stirring wheel still.
He knocked against the door and gasped when she opened immediately. She looked even worse than he imagined. She was still breathtakingly beautiful but she looked in pain. So much pain.
“Oh, my love.” he whimpered and closed the little gap between them, wrapping her in a bone crashing hug.
She slung her arms around his neck and breathed him in, finally feeling like she was able to survive again.
He pulled away from her a bit, only so much to close the door behind him and look at her.
“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry for what I did to you. Of course, I love you. God, I don’t even know how I could think that I don’t. I think I just pushed that feeling away because I was so heartbroken and hurt and mad and… I’m so sorry.” Harry spoke, taking forever to get the words out.
“You have nothing to be sorry for, you hear me?” she cupped his cheeks.
“But-”
“No. You did absolutely nothing wrong. The only person who needs to apologize is me. What I did was the worst thing I could have ever done to you. I hurt you so much and I don’t think I can ever make that up to you. But I want you to know that I love you. I love you with everything I have and that won’t ever change.”
“I love you too.” Harry whispered.
Y/N smiled at him and stroked over his cheek with the back of her hand.
Harry gazed deeply into her eyes for a few more moments before he leaned in and connected their lips in a soft and loving kiss. Fireworks erupted behind their eyelids, butterflies in their tummies coming to life and their heartbeats speeding up.
“Show me. Show me how much you love me.” Harry whimpered when they parted again.
“Harry.” Y/N gasped.
“Please.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Just… not here.” he mumbled, his cheeks turning pink.
Y/N understood and nodded, threading her fingers through his.
“Then let’s go to your place.”


They bursted through the door once they arrived, kissing passionately and not parting for a single second. Harry led her through his apartment, claiming her mouth with his and stopping every few moments to pull her tight against his body and feel her closer.
Once they reached Harry’s bedroom he didn’t know what to do anymore. He never did this before and he was nervous, he didn’t want to mess up.
But Y/N made him feel safe with her. She was gentle with him and loving. She kissed over his chest once she removed his shirt, making him feel warm inside. She guided him to do the same and once he threw her shirt to the floor he did, kissing over every inch of her soft skin.

She helped him open her bra, letting the straps fall from her shoulders and throwing the thing across the room, as far away as possible. Harry pressed her chest against his with his hands on her back, moaning softly when her skin came in contact with his.
Y/N’s hand wandered lower after a bit of time, palming him over the fabric of his tight jeans before squeezing briefly and causing another moan to fall from his swollen lips.
She opened the button of his jeans when he seemed okay with it, pulling the zipper down right after. Harry wiggled the tight fabric from his legs, throwing it behind himself before he began kissing her body again, over her bare breasts to her tummy and to the waistline of her jeans. He opened them slowly and pulled them down, gasping softly when his fingers brushed against her soft legs.
Y/N guided his face to hers, covering his mouth with hers and making him press against her, the bulge in his boxers rubbing against her panty covered crotch.
She let her hand wander into his boxers, moaning when she felt how hard and warm he was. And how thick.
She couldn’t take it anymore then, needing to see him. She pulled his boxers down, freeing him and watching how his cock slapped against his stomach with how hard he was. He was so incredibly big, the bulbous head of him leaking precum and smearing it on his skin.
She touched him, letting her index finger run over the very prominent vein on the underside of him and watching how he twitched at the contact.
Harry stared at her, how she seemed so fascinated by him. He groaned when she took him in her hand, not able to wrap her whole hand around him because he was just so goddamn big. She moved her hand up, twisting it once she reached his tip and stroking down again. Harry’s mouth was opened in a silent moan, his eyes rolling back when her thumb stroked over his slit and gathered his precum.
She stopped then, knowing that if she kept going this would be over before it even started. Harry looked down at her with glassy eyes, already looking absolutely fucked out. He hooked his thumbs into her panties and pulled them down her legs, gasping once he saw her completely naked.
She spread her legs for him, letting him crawl in between them. He stared at her. Her pussy was pink and glistening with her arousal, some of it dripping from her. Her stroked his middle finger in between her lips, gathering some of her wetness and licking it off with his tongue. She tasted amazing. He spread her lips apart with two fingers and pressed a kiss against her, grinning when she moaned for him.
Even though he never did this before he let his feeling guide him and it seemed he did good by the way she got even wetter and moaned underneath his mouth. But she pulled him away once she was close to reaching her peak, pulling him up by his hair and looking at him with wide eyes.
He crawled up her body, hovering over her before leaning down and pressing a kiss to her lips, making her taste herself on him.
“You’re so good, Harry.” she whimpered once they parted, wonder evident in her voice.
He grinned at her, before kissing her again and reveling in the way she reacted to it, her back arching and a quiet moan vibrating against his lips.
“I-I don’t have a condom.” he suddenly realized, his eyes widening.
“I don’t either.” she sighed and Harry already closed his eyes in frustration, his head dropping to her chest in defeat.
“But I’m on the pill and clean, I promise.” she told him, making him lift his face to look at her.
“I’m clean too but… is that really safe? I mean-”
“It is. Just pull out.” she told him and Harry nodded.
“Are you sure?” he asked her one more time.

“100 percent.” she answered in an instant.
Harry took ahold of him and lined him up with her entrance, rubbing his tip over her slit a few times to gather her wetness before he slipped it inside, watching with wonder how her eyes rolled back in pleasure. He pushed in then, slowly but forcefully until he was completely inside of her, his balls pressed against her ass.
She pulled him even deeper with her heels digging into the small of his back, making him hover over her.
“You’re so big.” she whimpered, moaning when he thrusted the tiniest bit.
“And you’re so goddamn tight.” he told her and began to pull out slowly until only the tip of him was inside her before thrusting back in to the hilt and making her scream in pure pleasure.
Harry took it slow and made sure she was able to feel every inch of him inside of her, filling her up. He loved the feel of her warm and slick walls around him, how they clamped down on him once she got close and got even tighter.
He rubbed her clit then, making sure to make her cum as hard as possible. With his hips snapping against hers, his relentless circles against her bundle of nerves and his encouragements to let go she came. And she came hard. She trashed around, moaning into the air, her eyes rolling back and her pussy squeezing Harry’s cock. He followed soon after, pulling out in the last second, pumping his cock in his fist and groaning loudly when cum spurted from his tip and landen on Y/N’s body, painting her tummy with thick and hot streaks.
Once he milked himself for everything he got Y/N dipped her fingers into his cum and licked it off, cleaning her whole tummy like that while Harry watched with wide eyes.
“Goddamn.” he whispered what made her giggle.

He pressed a kiss to her lips before he dropped to the mattress beside her, his mind not seeming to comprehend what just happened.
“Where the hell did you learn to fuck like that?” she asked him after a moment, making him choke on air.
“I haven’t- I mean I told you I never did this before.”
“Then you’re a natural.” she stated.
He didn’t say anything, the blush creeping up his neck towards his cheeks.
“Seriously.” she said and turned onto her stomach to look at him.
“That was the best sex I ever had.” she told him and stroked his flushed cheek.
“Wasn’t exactly making love, eh?” he giggled after a moment.
“No. Not really.” she grinned back and leaned down to press her lips against his.
“We’ll do that during round two.”
And just like that everything was how it was supposed to be.

Let’s get drown in Touken feels

Basically because I’m a hopeless Touken shipper, I had to post one of my favorite Touken moments (Even though it’s pretty old by now).

These panels guys from chapter 72!

When Kaneki came for Yomo, Touka and Ayato’s rescue, he pretty much talked only to Ayato telling him where to go, without any word to Touka (Sorry Yomo-san, you aren’t that much of a talker anyway XD).

But Touka knows better than letting him fight Arima before a single question, she just needed to test how her words would affect his decision. And the reaction he gave by (a single call) from her gave her the answer.

You see how Kaneki flinches when he hears Touka calling his name? You see that twitch?

Usually you get this reaction from a person who is waiting (and knows) that you’re going to call for him but is not ready. He’s willing to talk but doesn’t know what he’s going to say. Even the way he slightly turns around to see her, you can’t actually meet his eye this way, as if he’s avoiding the eye contact as much as he can, but why? Touka knows the reason, and that is why she calls once again.

She get why he’s afraid of making the eye contact with her. You know how does it feel when you miss someone way too much to the point where seeing their face would flash back all these nostalgic memories? Where all the feelings and emotions you once had come again with heavier effects? That’s the moment when people become afraid to meet the gaze, they don’t know how to handle that much of feelings, not to mention someone who’s prepared to die, a person who gave up on living.

Kaneki’s eyes here are telling what he feels, it’s like if they’re saying: “I knew I shouldn’t look at her eyes”.

The unfairness Kaneki talks about is the effect Touka has made on him, all his determination to die the whole time has been reconsidered again by this fleeting conversation they had. And scratch that, it wasn’t a conversation where she had to convince him, she just asked him a question which he couldn’t answer, but couldn’t get it off of his mind either.

“Even a faint of warmth is reassuring as long as that support on which we lean does not rot away. - Ishida Sui.

Come on guys, add in your favorite Touken moments, I want to get drown on these feelings until next chapter.

The Virgin and The Sex God: Chapter One- Dean x Reader

The Virgin and The Sex God: Chapter One
Summary: Dean finds out you’re a virgin and begins to try to charm his way into your pants. Little does he know he’s about to fall in love.
Word Count: 2,227
Warnings: Potty mouth Dean.  Potty Mouth Reader.


SERIES MASTERLIST


I’m so addicted to all the things you do
When you’re rollin’ round with me in between the sheets
Oh the sounds you make, with every breath you take
It’s unlike anything, when you’re lovin’ me… 
From Addicted by Saving Abel


You made a noise through your nose and rolled your eyes hard as you watched Dean Winchester making a move a boozed up bimbo.  The both of you had  agreed to get some celebratory drinks together after a successful hunt.  You had meet the Winchester brothers a few years ago and had occasionally hunted with them.  Personally you were more of a solo hunter, but you made a few exceptions every now and then.  

The Winchesters you had considered friends and you liked spending time with them.  You groaned when the blonde woman giggled as Dean whispered something in her ear.  The tightening in your stomach made you want to hurl your bottle at the pair.

It wasn’t that you were jealous of the woman- you knew what would come of her night.  The walk of shame at six in the morning.  You were jealous and angry of the idea that Dean would rather chat up a chick then spend time with his friend.  You hadn’t seen him in over a year and this was how he was choosing to spend his time?  Taking a chug of your beer, you climbed to your feet and stomped over to him.  

Putting on your best dramatic face,with a few fake tears to boot, you began to yell at him for being an unfaithful bastard.   Dean’s eyes lite up and his face flushed.  The blonde looked on horrified as you proceeded to punch him in the arm.

“You bastard!  A sick baby and wife at home!  And this is where I find you!  Cuddled up with some floozy?”  You screeched as you gave him another whack for good measure.  

“Wife?  This is your wife?”  The blonde managed to squeak out as she backed away from the two crazy people.  She held up her hands as she did.

“What?  No.  I’m not married.  She’s just my good friend.”  Dean managed to get out before you whacked his arm again.

“Really? REALLY?!  Ten years of marriage and a baby!!  And I’m just your “good friend”?!” You wailed.


The blonde woman had enough at this point and ran the opposite direction from the pair of loons.  Dean watched after her and turned to scowl at you.  You shrugged your shoulders and gave him a hefty smirk.

“God Damn it, Y/N!  That was a sure thing!”  He barked as his scowl deepen.  Your hands snapped to your hips as you leaned forward towards him.  You matched his scowl perfectly before answering him.


“Serves you right for trying to abandon your friend for some one-night stand!”  You hissed back as you pegged him the shoulder again.  Dean grunted and reached up to rub the sore spot.  You watched as his features soften as he thought about your words.  His hand came out to rest on your shoulder and he gave it a squeeze.

“Yeah.  I’m sorry sweetheart.  I wasn’t thinking.”  He sighed.


“Oh you were thinking alright….  Just not with the right head.” You said in a matter of fact tone.  You gestured to his crotch for emphasis and Dean’s eyes flicker downward.  You chuckled when his head snapped back up.  He made a face and reached up to rub his neck.  It looked like he wanted to make a come back  but nothing was coming out.  


“Yeah… Whatever…”  He finally managed to get out and you were giggling again.  Dean squinted his eyes at you and an unreadable emotion flashed in his eyes for a moment.  You smiled at him and reached out to tug on his arm.

“Come on Winchester, you can make it up to me by buying me a drink or ten.”  

“Yeah. Yeah.”  He muttered as he started back towards the bar.  You followed behind him giggling louder this time.


Dean sank down on a bar stool and motioned for the bar tender.  You plopped down beside him and ordered a beer.  He turned to you and as you brought the mouth of the bottle to your lips.  As the bitter liquid passed down your throat, Dean’s eyes flashed with a dangerous thought.

“You know…  You could always make up losing my booty call for me by going back to my room.”  He said in a low grumble.  His hand reaching over to touch your thigh.  Your eyes widen as that damn tongue of his dragged itself across his bottom lip.  

You made a choking noise as your beer went down the wrong pipe.  Sputtering, you placed your drink on the bar top and grunted when Dean’s hand smacked you across the back.  His dark chuckle caused your eyes to darken.  Inhaling deeply, you turned to snarl at him.

“Public sexual harassment isn’t cute, Winchester.”  You said in hoarse voice.  Dean’s chuckled grew louder at your words and you rolled your eyes.  


“What?  Don’t want a chance to sleep with a bona fide sex god?” He said with a smirk so big you just wanted to snatch it off of him.   This time your eyes rolled all the way into the back of your head.

“Oh shut up, Winchester.  If I wanted an STD, I’d go to my local alleyway.”  You grunted into your beer.    Dean gave you a hard stare before pressing the issue.


“I’m being serious, Y/N.  I’ve always thought that you were pretty.  Why not give it a try?  Ummmm.  I’ll make it worth your while.”  He said with a sincere look in his eyes.  

You blanched at his words and shifted uncomfortably in your seat.  Your eyes glazed over as a thousand and one thoughts ran through your head.  You were certainly flattered that Dean thought your were pretty.  

You hadn’t really heard him describe many woman as pretty.  You bite your lip as something unfamiliar bubbled in your stomach.  You hadn’t really thought of Dean in that way much.  Though weren’t blind and you knew he was unmistakably gorgeous.  There;however; were two reason that this wouldn’t go over well.


One- you were and wanted to continue to be good friends with the Winchesters.  You liked them and most of all you trusted them.  A rarity for you.   Second and most pronouncing- you were still a virgin.  What the hell would you have to offer a man, who by all accounts, was a sex god?

“Yeah…  No thanks.  Dean.  I’m good.”  You mumbled into your beer.  Your eyes adverted to the other side of the bar when he pressed closer to you.  Leaning over, Dean whispered in your ear.

“Haven’t you even thought of me before?  I know I sure as hell have thought of you. Ever since that first hunt when you took out those three vamps all by your pretty little self.”  He whispered hotly against your ear.  You shuttered and nearly swallowed your tongue.  This was quickly getting out of hand and not how you had pictured the night going.  You never, in a million years, would have thought Dean would think of you in that way.  Hell’s bells, you weren’t even sure you thought of him in that way.  

Dean’s hand had now settled at the top of your thigh.  He lightly ghosted over your clothed inner thigh and you had to suppress a moan.  Your head began to feel swimmy as you subconsciously pressed yourself closer to him.  A warm feeling spread from your stomach and down your thighs.  Ok, so maybe you did think of him in that way.  That still didn’t mean that you wanted to give it up to Dean Winchester- Mr. Womanizer himself.  You flinched away from his touch and slid off the bar stool.  Dean looked at you with a dark smirk on his lips.

“Suddenly so shy?  What happen to that girl that was demanding my attention earlier?”  He mused as he stood up and moved towards you.  You gulped audibly when you found yourself pinned between him and the bar.    Your hands went up and pressed themselves into his chest so that you could give yourself some room.  

The scent of Dean filled your senses and his warm hard  body pressed against yours in a way you had never experienced.  Your whole body flushed as you tried to squirm away from him.  You you could feel your heart skip a literal beat when you felt something hard pressed into your thigh.  You squeaked when you realized that Dean was indeed very happy to see you.


“Deeannnn…..”  You whined as you felt yourself becoming overheated.  You shifted and squirmed underneath him.  The sudden clearing of a throat brought you both back to your senses.  Your head snapped to the side to find the old man bartender looking at the pair of you in disgruntlement.    


“Take it outside you two.” He grunted in a low raspy voice.  You blanched when you realized that the whole room was staring right at you.   There was a groan of disappointment from a few of the patrons when Dean stepped away from you.  Your face turned tomato red as your hands flew up to your face.  You were going to kill him.  

You heard Dean mumble something about, too damn cute, before he grabbed one of your hands.  He was nearly dragging you through the bar door before he stopped just outside.  His hand dug into his pockets for his keys and you had to look away.  There was still a noticeable bulge in his pants.

Once the keys were in his hand, he proceeded to continue to drag you all the way to Baby.  You were squealing again when his hand were suddenly digging into your hips and his weight shifting you into the side of the car.  Your hand came up automatically to cover his mouth when you saw him bend down to kiss you.  You shook your head wildly as he pulled away to look at you in bewilderment.  He began to protest your lack of kissing but your voice ringing out cut him short.

“I’M A VIRGIN!”  You squeaked out a few octaves higher than your natural voice. Dean’s eyes flew open at this revelation and you heard him say something.  It muffled against the palm of your hand and you pulled away so that he could speak to you.  

“What did you say?…”  You asked shyly.  

Your face was going to be permanently pink by the time this man got done with you.  The biggest secret you had in your life had just been revealed to him and the six other drunks in the parking lot.  You were mortified, turned on, and confused.  

“I said, God damn.  Just god damn.”  He said with groan.  His eyes looked like they had the devil himself dancing in them.  You giggled nervously as you flatten yourself against Baby.

“So… Uhhh… Can you back down some….  I…  uhhh..  You’re making me nervous.”  Shuttered out as your hands once again went to his chest.  His very firm chest.

Dean’s smirk was never bigger with those words as he pulled back from you.  You let out a shaking sigh of relief and turned on your heels to put some distance between the two of you.  You tried to ignore the discomfort that throbbed painfully between your legs.  

Sometime later, you both sat in an uncomfortable silence as you drove back to the motel.  Or at least for you it was.   Dean was still smirking away and would chuckle every time he glanced your way.  Finally,  after the fourth time his chuckles began to get on your nerves.

“What?”  You growled at him as your eyes threw daggers his way.  

“Nothing….   It’s just I was wondering….  How did you make it to 28 and still manage to stay a virgin?”  He said with a another chuckle.    Your stare darken immediately.  Was the asshole making fun of you?  You swore that if he hadn’t been driving you would clock him in the jaw.

“Well not all of can be sluts Winchester.  Or in your case a manwhore.”  You jeered at him.

“Ouch…  That one hurt.”  He said with feigned hurt in his voice.  “What I meant to say, even though I came off like a complete asshole is…  How can someone as sweet, pretty, and caring as you still be a virgin?”  He ask with the hint of an apology in his voice.  

“Hoho, Flattery eh?  Don’t think that’s gonna get you in my pants.”  You said with a snort.

“Almost worked earlier.”  He quipped.  You rolled your eyes dramatically for the third time that night.

“Shut up.  It did not.”  You grumbled as you crossed your arms in front of your chest.  You frown and huffed at him.  He was chuckling again before you could blink.

“See, it’s that shit right there.  How the hell has someone as cute as you not had a roll in the sheets?”  He asked with a shake of his head.  “What a waste…”  


His eyes scanned your body and you felt yourself stiffen.  Was he ogling you?  Your eyebrow twitched a bit.

“I just never found a guy that I liked.  At least not enough to go there….”  You murmured lowly.  

“Do you like me enough?”  He asked in a husky whisper.  His voice was even lower than it was naturally.  A shiver ran through you and shook from the force of it.  

The man was trying to kill you.


AN: So this is a smut series.  Starting in the first few chapters. Not for kiddies. ;)  Please know that I am going to be updating my other Dean series soon.  Please forgive me for starting yet another story.  LOL.  Happy friday y’all!

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~College!au Pen Pal Jungkook~ PART ELEVEN

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You went to the cafe every morning, in hopes of spotting Jungkook, to somehow attempt to make everything right. For the first few days, he either wouldn’t hear you, or simply ignore your presence. Not to mention, Y/F/N was always near him.

You couldn’t message him from Sarcastic Princess, because one, Jungkook wold be even angrier how ridiculous this was getting for him. He wasn’t a fan of drama and that was just what was going to happen. Second, Y/F/N knew some shitty things about you, including why you never revealed yourself to Jungkook, and you knew she wouldn’t hesitate to tell Jungkook if you in any way ruined her chances with him. Hell, if you even thought about texting him as Sarcastic Princess, she could somehow convince him you’re were some CIA level hacker. She was that manipulative.

Then, those days when he was alone, he’d give a forced smile as if he didn’t care at all by what you’ve done. 

“Hey, Y/N,” his eyes would gaze over the store as if looking for someone. 

“Look, Jungkook. I know I lied but–”

“Can we not talk about this? It’s over with. I got my pen pal, and that’s all I ever wanted,” He spoke, sternly, the last few words expressing more meaning than said. 

That’s all he ever wanted. Just his pen pal. He never really was your friend, he was hinting. He wanted you to think he didn’t care at all about what had happened, or you for that matter. And that hurt. A lot.

He would leave, making a dumb excuse to meet up with Y/F/N. This went on for two weeks. She never hung out at your dorm anymore. Scoffing just thinking about it, you two never had much in common. She was more outgoing, popular, had a better style while you liked to stay in and watch time go by wearing your comfiest clothes. 

It was only until you told her about your pen pal when she seemed interested in your friendship. You should’ve known from the start. She was using you. Those times you asked if you were being sly enough, she was just being sly herself by learning to be his pen pal.

But out of all of it, you still had his friends. It was one day, you were in the library, a place you only used to go with Jungkook, when Jimin and taehyung rolled next to you on swivel chairs. 

“Hey, Y/N! Jungkook’s not around?” Jimin smiled.

“No. Just in case he hasn’t told you, we’re not friends anymore,” You looked at the computer in front of you, swallowing the knot in your throat.

“Wh–what?” Taehyung gasped, quite dramatically.

“Yeah, I lied to him. And he found out.” Now it was their turn to hate you. 

“Finally let him know you were his pen pal?”

Choking on a breath, you coughed. “What?”

“C’mon, Y/N. The way he spoke how you spontaneously entered his life, accidentally when his pen pal gave him her room number? Not that hard to see through,” Taehyung shook his head, but held in an amused smile. 

“But–”

“He’s an idiot. That’s why he didn’t suspect it. Why didn’t you tell him, anyway? He was in your room.”

You blinked at the boys’ curious faces.

“Uh, Y/N?”

“I think we broke her. She was sad, remember?”

Letting out a sigh, you looked down. “I lied because he was disappointed. You should’ve seen his face when he saw me, wearing my usual comfy clothes, messy hair. It wasn’t what he expected nor wanted.”

“Idiot,” Jimin shook his head to himself, referring to Jungkook. 

“But you two became friends! Surely, now he would understand why you felt that way. Why is he mad?”

“Because I wasn’t the one who told him. Psh–She didn’t even tell him the truth. Just made it a bigger lie.”

“She?” Taehyung asked.

“Y/F/N,” You spoke as if the name was poison on your tongue.

The boys looked at each other and clenched their jaws. “Y/F/N. Oh, we’ve heard of her.”

“You have? All good things I assume because she’s pretending to be Jungkook’s pen pal.

“Hm, from him, she’s okay, I guess. But we don’t like her,” Jimin frowned.

“Nope. At all,” Taehyung confirmed with a nod.

“Why not?”

“All she does is take away our time with him. He’s never around because they’re too busy hanging out. We’re glad she’s not his pen pal. We were really rooting that it was you.”

“That sure sounds like Y/F/N. I wish I would’ve known her motives sooner before I lost him.”

“You didn’t lose him,” Taehyung placed a hand on your shoulder. “Just tell him everything you told us.”

“I can’t do that. He’d still hate me. And when it comes to how much he hates me now and how much he’ll hate me if I tell him, I think I’m fine right now. Plus, why would he believe me after everything? Why would he even care?”

“Y/N…”

“I can’t tell Jungkook. Not gonna do it. Sorry for trying, boys, but I’m fine and I deserved this. Sure, I wish he could have the same outlook you two have but I’m not willing to risk it.” You stood up in your seat to leave when your heart dropped to the floor. You couldn’t move. 

“Tell me what?”


OOOOOkdshjfasdfkdjsf Wow who did two updates for the same series in a day??? Hello, yes, I did… Also, hey remember when this was fluff? Lolololol

Part 12?👀 (aasdfgh i know y’all want it)

Saying Thank You to Sarah J Maas

If you can’t afford to go to one of SJM’s signings, or she’s not touring close to you, this is designed to be a chance to say thank you to her.

So for me personally, SJM’s books came at a time where their content saved my life, and continue to be something that helps me through the days from time to time. I know others feel similarly, or that they’ve found SJM’s books to be a major source of happiness/inspiration/etc in their lives. 

So Sarah J Maas is doing a Fan Event on Wednesday November 22nd 2017, At Emmanuel Centre, Marsham Street, Westminster, London. 

@abookandacoffee, @my-name-is-fireheart, and I are lucky enough to be attending this event, since we’ll be in London at a time. A random selection of participants will have the chance to go up and talk to Sarah. 

I’m used to never being able to meet American Authors/Celebrities etc. because I live in the middle of nowhere, so for me this is an insane, impossible, fantastic opportunity. But you know, not everyone has this privilege to thank someone who’s helped them. 

So this may sound cheesy as fuck, but we wanted to try and compile as many people as would like to enter’s letters/notes/fandrawings/etc to Sarah. The current plan is to print them out, bind them in a folder or book or something, and give it to her as a ‘from the fandom’ kind of thing. Of course, each ‘work’ can be signed by whoever wrote it. You can add your social media details to it if you’d like to!

The aim is that anyone who wants to can get to let Sarah know how much her work is appreciated. She’s been sick and had illness in the family, and still continued to give us content. So you know, if ever a ‘THANK YOU’ was appropriate for her, it’d probably be now. 

Below I’ll list the current ‘rules’ for entries to keep everything positive, but here are the main details for how to ‘enter’ your submission to be printed in the final book:

  • You can email it to the email I’ve set up for this at ‘sjmlondonmeet@gmail.com’. If you use this method, I will reply to let you know I’ve received the entry, and then again once it’s been checked over and made sure there’s nothing that could get her sued.
  • You can post it here on tumblr, and tag me in it. Please MESSAGE ME/Send me an ask with a link just in case, because tumblr is a poo-bum sometimes. I’ll respond as soon as I’ve seen it, and again once it’s been verified. 

  • If neither of those work, you can message it to me directly! Or send it in an ask - if this is on anon however, it is up to you to check back to see that everything’s gone through a-okay!

ADDITIONALLY (For Those Attending The Event):

If you are attending this event and WOULD LIKE TO help out, please let me know. At the moment we have a 3 out of however many chance of being able to explain this to her. Hopefully we can drop it off to her regardless of if we get to go up to and meet her, but it’d be nicer if someone can go up to her and let her know in person WHAT it is. SO, if you are attending and would like to, if you get to go up to her, hand in the folder/book, please let me know either here or at the email! Closer to the event, I will message you about co-ordinating stuff at the event itself. 

Rules For Works:

  • No Fanfiction. SJM could get sued for reading our Fanfic so let’s not thank her with a court case, yeah?
  • No hate speech. You can definitely say ‘I would love to see more lesbians in your work’ or mention a thing or two that you would like to receive more attention/improvement, but if the whole thing reads like an ANTI-SJM blog post none of us feel comfortable forcing that upon her.
  • Nothing swearing heavy. I swear like a sailor but I don’t know how SJM feels about it so let’s keep it RELATIVELY clean (i.e. not every other word)
  • No pornography. You can submit smutty artwork since I’m sure SJM of all people would appreciate a saucy Feysand scene, but nothing that would only be allowed in a porno (i.e. no downstairs ‘accessories’ if you catch my drift). 
  • I’m not setting a maximum word count, but I don’t want to print off 100 pages so let’s keep it to a couple or so pages maximum per person? Thanks.

Updates for this will be kept a track of under the tag ‘thankyousjm’. If anyone has any ideas on how to refine this, let me know, but this is aiming to be a chill, nice thing. I owe this fandom a lot for keeping me a happy chappy, so idk. It sounds SUPER CORNY and EW SENTIMENT but I wanted to help do a ‘give back’ thing so… yeah. 

If you’re not interested in it but ARE a SJM blog, maybe consider reblogging it so people who might like to participate know about it? Idk, I just want us to be able to give SJM a HUGE book of thank yous so yeah that’s me being a sucker for cheese. 

Thanks Guys!

Selfish

Summary:

In which H longs to be selfish

Warnings:

angst, fluff


When Anne gave Harry a ring on a Sunday morning in March, asking whether he was awfully busy one weekend the following month, him being the humble mumma’s boy he was, said he could likely rearrange some things for her and the gathering she had planned back in Holmes Chapel.

Although, he was in two minds since he was raised to act both warmly and professionally in character by none other than Anne herself and didn’t want to screw anyone over by moving, for instance, that informal dinner-come-meeting with a new company he and Jeff were looking in to.

However when Anne elaborated further as to what the event would entail – a relatively intimate reunion of sorts at his childhood home, with old school chums of his and Gem’s, with the parents that Anne got on well with alongside family friends both old and new – Harry couldn’t help but wonder about one person in particular who’s attendance was likely up in the air.

She probably won’t be there, he thought to himself. But it didn’t take long for him to pick up the phone and cancel the damn dinner.


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Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Reader

Genre: Angst

Words: 2,890

*WARNING* - The following content can be triggering. With mentions of depression etc. Read at your own risk as this chapter is quite ‘dark’, and I don’t want to upset anyone.

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Too Good At Goodbyes

You must think that I’m stupid
You must think that I’m a fool
You must think that I’m
new to this


“Although, what m'trying to say is, guys like those deserve to be moved on from.”

Harry said seriously, shrugging mindlessly as he set down the meal he reheated even if it was delivered minutes ago since he insisted it would taste different if it wasn’t, slightly shaking you to go and look at him.

“Not to be a dick or anything but that guy? He’s an asshole.”

He nodded to himself after making the statement, shoving in two pairs of utensils onto the plate the both of you were used to sharing with each other, playfully pouting when you didn’t dig in immediately as you used to.

“Oh come on, love. The food isn’t going to eat itself.”

You silently sighed, setting the plate on the coffee table for the both of you to share it as he followed you on sitting down on the floor.

“Still a bit hungover in him, are ya?”

Harry knowingly and rhetorically asked, taking a bite from the lasagna you shared common ground on being both of your favorite, him being the one to adjust since he was the one who was influenced by you.

“Did he make you happy?”

He chewed quickly, propping his face up with his hand as his eyes were trained on you who’s looking down the floor, not knowing whether to feel happy or a bit more upset that Harry’s cheering you up.

“Yeah.”

“Was his happiness yours too?”

You’re stopped momentarily by the question, your mind drifting off to the though of the man who’s in front of you and not the one who just dumped you literally awhile ago.

The question struck something in you, your answer revolving around Harry as he’s the one you’re trying to forget, the one you’re trying to stop on loving.

Your lips straighted into a line, the sinking feeling in your chest only being worse as he’s awaiting for your answer which little did he know was about him.

Always.”

I’m never gonna let you close to me
Even though you mean the most to me
‘Cause every time I open up, it hurts
So I’m never gonna get too close to you
Even when I mean the most to you
In case y
ou go and leave me in the dirt


“Y/N, love, what are you doing here?”

Anne gently asked with caution in her voice, the both of you knowing the question wasn’t rude and didn’t sound like what someone else would think of, her hands coming up to hold your shoulders.

“Figured that I just wanted to drop by and give Harry a little housewarming present, then see you and Gemma.”

You smiled, Anne being the first to engulf you in a grateful hug, a little hesitation settling upon her as she didn’t know how to tell this.

“He’s got himself a lovely place, that’s for sure,” she started off, nodding as she led the both of you slowly to what she thinks is the patio, a lump growing in her throat as she knows the hurt you would feel.

“Truly did. Said he wanted to experiment on how to decorate it himself.”

She nodded, her hands going through each other as you finally felt something off the moment you’re led outside overlooking the view Harry chased for into buying this house, a hesitant smile on her face.

“Is there — is there something wrong?”

She knew that this confrontation would come as soon as Harry called her that he met someone he’d like for her to meet, unable to deny it since she knows she needed to support her son, yet still a part of her being sorry for you.

It was her instinct. You never told her but she knew. She knew that you’re in love with her son so dearly but he knew that Harry too only understood it in a level that wasn’t in par with yours.

Anne shakily breathed out, “Y/N, love. I — I honestly don’t know how to tell you this but-…”

She stopped, her eyes diverting to the couple who just walked out of the pation and yelled her name and Y/N’s, shakily smiling as she looked at your reaction she’s regretting on seeing.

It’s Harry and a girl, a girl who isn’t you but you wished to be in her position, underneath his arm with a smile on her face.

And all you could’ve did was smile while holding back the tears, your tight grip on your own loosening.

Anne didn’t need to speak the words, because she knew you didn’t need them for you to realize and be hurt.

I know you’re thinking I’m heartless
I know you’re thinking I’m cold
I’m just protecting my innocence
I’m just protecting my soul


“Harry wanted me to give this you. He’s sorry that he couldn’t come.”

Gemma sorrily said, handing you the present that’s nearly wrapped to perfection which you know isn’t the work of Harry himself, a little smiley face written on the middle by a marker.

“It’s okay.”

You smiled timidly, letting her in to your house that only held a small amount of people at the moment, lacking a presence you both wanted and didn’t.

“Are you okay?”

She hesitantly asked you who mindlessly sat on the couch and put the present on your lap, her lip tucked in between her teeth just like what her younger brother does.

Gemma knows the answer to her question but she wanted to make sure of it even everyone knew too.

She knew too that it was a rubbish excuse that Harry couldn’t go but it’s the best she could think of, the both of you well-aware that he could go but chose not to, a small part of you already visualizing the pap pictures that’s going to flood your feed later on.

“Of course.”

“I’m sorry.”

She spoke lowly that made you look up at her and shake your head no, a little gutted feeling upon your chest.

“You have no reason to be.”

“I let it happen anyway.”

You humorlessly stifled a laugh, your fingers fiddling with each other as you felt this really isn’t a happy birthday as the cake that was given to you.

“I couldn’t really do anything about it either.”

Cause overtime you hurt me, the less that I cry
And every time you leave me, the quicker these tears dry
And every time you walk out, the less I love you
Baby, we don’t stand a chance, it’s sad but it’s true
I’m
way too good at goodbyes

“Where’s Y/N?”

Harry confusedly asked, getting to sit beside his mum and his sister without having someone with him since she went upstairs to freshen up, knowing to himself it would take a few minutes so he just let it be.

He took a sip of his drink, taking turns on looking back and forth on the two women on both his sides who had an uneasy look on their faces.

Anne knew it’s been a month since, only a few texts being sent here and there as she constantly checked up on you.

No one’s gonna answer me?”

He asked again, a frown on his face as he looked at Gemma who he’s now pressuring to answer him.

“Didn’t you know?”

His sister answered, a slightly sharp tone on her voice that caught Harry off-guard and made him look at his mum instead, being more confused at the moment as his gut’s telling him that something’s being kept from him even though it wasn’t.

It’s just that Harry never noticed.

“She left, Harry.”



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