#one direction scenarios

[xlatiwritesx]

The sudden urge to tell yall all about my imaginary life from when i was 11 where i moved in with one direction bc i was louis’ girlfriend and how we all were one big family and how it went on for (literally) 4 years…

#one direction #one direction au #one direction imagines #one direction scenarios

[harryxmarvel]

Broken trust

Summary - Y/n overhears harry calling her annoying

Pairing - Harrystyles x reader!y/n

W.c - 1.5k

Warning - Angst

A/n - First try writing angst

Y/n always felt like she was too much. Even before dating harry.But he told her it was fine to be herself around him.

She was loud, carefree, blunt and sometimes clingy and she knew that.

She knew she was and she tried to keep it at bay. Besides harry had told her that he liked how she was. He liked her character and that's what made her as her.

So she was herself when she was with him and he loved her for it but maybe it does get too much sometimes?

Probably.

So when y/n heard harry talk to a friend about how clingy and loud she could be. How he wished he could take a break from her sometimes. It broke her. She felt her heart rip into two when she heard him say those things to his friend without knowing she was hearing it all.

He had said everything she wished she wasn't but was and she thought Harry had accepted that this was her and loved her for it but maybe not.

With a crushed heart she went back downstairs, silently going back to placing the dishes she prepared for him. Now she had doubts about everything she was doing.

Was her preparing his favourite dish annoying too?

What else did he find annoying?

Did he hate it when she cuddled him?

Did he like the way she laughed?

Did he still love her?

She was staring off somewhere when harry walked down and hugged her from behind bringing her back to reality.

He placed a gentle kiss on her neck his strong arms wrapped tightly around her.

"what's for dinner, baby?" He asks still kissing her neck.

She didn't reply tho, not when she was trying to figure out if he was faking being sweet. Would he say all those things to her face?

Her ex-boyfriends have told her cruel things when they broke it off. It took her months to get over but when she met Harry everything changed and she accepted that this was her and the right person will love her for her. He made sure to help her realise that.

But now everything was coming back and she couldn't help but feel overwhelmed because she knew what came after. He was going to break up with her. The thought alone sent a chill down her spine as she unglued herself from harry and went to the dinning table.

They sat in silence and harry immediately knew something was wrong. She was never quite ,always talking about anything that was on her mind.

"what's wrong baby?" He sweetly asks his green eyes filled with worry meeting hers but she quickly looks down at her untouched plate of food.

"nothing" she murmured afraid if she talked any louder he'd find it annoying.

Harry stood up from his seat and walked near her and lifted her chin with his fingers looking at her eyes to see them "What's going on?" He asks worry in his voice.

She didn't reply , pushed herself away from him and walked to their shared bedroom. The tears were gonna burst any minute and she didn't want him to see her but before she could close the door he was behind her.

She turns around ready to scream at him but the tears finally leave her eyes and fall down her cheeks. Harry was stunned and he immediately walks towards her to hug her only she fights it and tries to push him off and he realises maybe he had something to do with this. Did he make her cry? What had he done?

"Babe, can you please talk to me? Did I do something? Did I make you cry? Please love" he begs eyes filled with worry as he watches her move away from him.

She didn't answer him, her throat tight as she tried to catch her breath. Harry tried to comfort her from distance and it seemed to calm her down. She was sat on the floor leaning against the wall near their bed.

Harry sat on the opposing wall patiently waiting for her to say what was wrong without knowing it was all his fault. Y/n never cried, if something made her sad she voiced it but she never shed a tear in front of him not even when he was teary eyed watching some sad romcom with a sad ending so it shocked him to see her fall apart infront of him and he didn't even know why.

" I'm sorry" she says and harry immediately moved closer to her and wraps his arms around her pulling her to his chest.

Harry rubs her shoulders and after she had calmed down a bit she pushes herself away from harry and he looks

"I....heard.. y...your call?" Y/n says but it comes out as a question her eyes are filled with tears again as she remembers his words.

"what call...." Harry stops mid sentence as realisation hits him like a train and y/n could read every emotion on his face. Confused to realisation soon turned to one of sad and worried.

"Babe....I di" but before he could lie and take it back y/n cuts him off

"No! no, don't do this. You wouldn't have said that if you didn't mean it."

Harry's eyes start to gloss over at the realisation of how bad this could go. He had messed up big time and now as his brain tries to find something to not mess it up further y/n packs a bag and while he scrambles to his feet to beg her to stay.

"Y/n , baby... Please don't do this. I didn't mean it. I just have been in so much pressure with the tours, interviews and the next album. I'm so sorry. I really am I'm sorry. I love you...." Harry's was scared and y/n could see it but she knew how much her leaving right now was going to hurt him she had to do it because he had wrecked her heart with his words and she needed time away to recover from that.

"H. I just need some time... I'm sorry too. I know I could be too much sometimes but I never thought I would make you feel like you have to handle that side of me but that is me and if you hate that then I can't be with you." Y/n says tears steaming down her face and harry wasn't any better he was losing the love of his life because he couldn't keep his mouth shut. He really was stressed but he still shouldn't have said it and now he is going to face the consequences. Will she come back?? His mind keeps asking him.

The truth was they both didn't know the answer to that.

*

It had been a week and harry had called and texted everyday leaving voicemails apologizing and even sending flowers to her apartment. Y/n was glad he stopped there and didn't show up at her door because she would cave but she still needed time to think and move forward about this. She hadn't replied to his texts or calls but she soon had to soon.

But y/n didn't need to as she bumbs into harry at the cafe they both regulars and he smiles at her and pulls her into a hug taking a deep inhale of her hair and mumbling "I miss you" as they break the hug a little too soon for his liking.

"join me please?" Harry asks eyes begging her as y/n nods her head silently in agreement . They both take a seat at one of the corner booths , the windows were tinted so they would be perfectly fine there. Harry orders y/n's usual coffee and they sit in silence. Harry trying to catch her eyes but she was looking down at the table avoiding him.

"Y/n .....I didn't mean what I said. I love you for who you are please don't forget that. I can give you reasons but that won't get us anywhere, I'm really sorry i shouldn't have said those words and especially not to someone. I really am sorry y/n. Forgive me please?' harry asks expectantly.

" I get it harry, I just .... You could have told me you know. Just let me know when I become overbearing - no let me talk." She cuts him off when he tries to interject. "The words doesn't hurt , it's hurts me to know you said it behind my back. I told you about my ex but now it feels like you did the same thing just not to my face which feels even worse " y/n says eyes getting glossy again as she blinks to get rid of the tears and harry gulps before nodding his head as he waits for her to tell the words. Tell him she didn't want him anymore.

"I'm sorry, i was feeling stressed out and I should have just told you. I really am sorry" he says and she wraps her hands in his gently.

"I do forgive you though but I need sometime to process this and to trust you again" y/n says in a low voice and harry nods his head again understandingly.

Harry agreed to have sometime apart and they moved on from there. They would go on dates and eventually Y/n started to trust harry again and he made sure she knew just how much he loved her.

#harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles smut #writer #romance #scenarios #liam payne #louis tomilson #niall horan #one direction #harry styles smile #harrys house #harry smut #harry styles hair #harry styles imagine #harry styles x reader #yn #harry x y/n #harry styles writing #new trope #angst #fluff #angst with a happy ending #light angst

[cutetanuki-chan]

do you have any alecto/anastasia hcs?

I think my biggest hc is that Anastasia wanted to be present at laying Alecto down in the tomb, but something went not as planned, cause she helped design it and it's her house, where is she

and not quite a hc but I want Alecto snatch some of Anastasia's bones before leaving the tomb

but tbh the moment I got the ask my mind completely blanked out on everything I was thinking about them, I'll add more to this post if I remember some of it

but thank you for asking!

#but it's complicated cause I don't have a lot of understanding of how canaan house and the ninth was back then #and what timeline of events looked like so i keep rotating in my head dif scenarios with dif ideas #Anasatasia could've had her own way of calming Alecto during tantrums but Alecto still could accidentally hurt her in out rage #at least Anastasia is great at mending broken bones #them hanging out in the pool is everyone's hc #but once had an idea that telling the true started with them both submerged and Alecto just unpromptedly started bluntly blurting out stuff #but in the gist of 'I'm eating pencils' and then it escalated with time #someone said before that Alecto being sorry about Samael in her nature might mean that she somehow was responsible even if not in direct wa #it could be eating her out after Samael's death and seeing how heartbroken Anastasia was #so later on the ninth she drags Anastasia into the water and reveals something that makes Anastasia realize John fucked her over #Anastasia's breaking down and after on it could lead to the vow being made #cause I'm still thinking about that one line that John says 'Anastasia knew 'at the time' that killing Samael was a necessity' #like she could've figure out something #keep rotating in my mind conversation that goes like #Alecto: are you angry with me #Anastasia: yes. but I'm not being fair

[andthesunwillalwaysshine]

guess who just watched s7e11 and is not ok that is me me is who

that scene when buffy saves spike is so powerful and so touching, i think this is def in like top 5 most emotional spuffy moments in the whole show</3333333 buffy's gaze at what they've done to him, spike's slow look of realization, the smile of relief (the look of love too and buffy staring right back at him with all the care in the world (and love but...) the touch of confirmation, the arms around the neck/arms around the back walk out </33333

... s7 them are not letting my heart rest one second and even though i strongly have questioned the writers, whoever made sure s7 them happened thank you

#the stages of shipping with these 2 #has truly been a journey #from slow and unserious to pause to build up again but faster and serious now and so much aching and then the musical and screaming #and then angst and spicy and pining for more and dreaming up scenarios that either came true (and some didn't</3) and heartache so much hea #heartache to the writers saying fuck you after that sweet wedding moment and going in a whole other direction when literally any other angs #would have been better to ''break them up'' (esp if they were once again going to build them up again) (if only one could have been a spy i #that writer's room cause wtf i never know what the writers wanted with them) #AND THEN SEASON 7 AND THE BUILD UP IS SLOW YET FAST AT THE SAME TIME BUT SO LOUD SO LOUD AND SWEET #AND SOFT AND so much care and a bigger and stronger new trust and #the chemisty between james and sarah is award winning and more #they are so good #mine #buffy #i have so much to say but feel like i don't even have enough words to describe how they have made me feel

[imminent-danger-came]

A hypothetical scenario where MK was the one to kill the pilgrims in a past life, and what a conversation post that reveal might look like.

#''Until I know what I am- what my destiny is? I can't risk hurting the people I care about—the one's I have left'' #THAT'S MY FUCKING ANTHEM BABY #What if MK was like ''Wukong why would you put me with them knowing I was the one who killed them. Knowing I could hurt them'' #And then Wukong's was like ''Because I thought you should be given the same chance I had'' #Literally my dream scenario #Like if LMK goes this direction. It's god tier that would be everything #LMK writers please let eamk be somewhat true and let MK have killed the pilgrims in a past life. Do it for me #I like do not believe this is the direction the show is going (and the direction it *is* going will still be good) #But what if it was #I have not ever drawn an action sequence like go me bro #lmk #lego monkie kid #lego monkie kid art #lego monkie kid fanart #lmk art #lmk fanart #lmk comic #lmk MK #lmk SWK #lmk sun wukong #lmk sunburst duo #monkie kid #art #my art #apparently my brand is drawing sunburst duo comics where SWK sadly smiles teary eyed at MK #Sorry for the amount of leaps I have taken for this comic to make sense lol #Like you have to one: assume MK has a past life and was sealed in the stone (then hatching from said stone as MK) #two: assume he killed the pilgrims in that past life #three: assume Wukong knew MK's true identity the entire course of the show #and four: assume Wukong then made the decision to leave MK with the modern reincarnations of the pilgrims

[devondespresso]

i was reading a scoops era steddie au where eddie visits scoops often and one thing i noticed i alway want but have yet to see (bear in mind my fic pallette is basically just shit i see on Tumblr and occasionally reading every fic a certain author has written) is a specific scene of eddie noticing stobins missing when he goes to visit them at scoops the day theyre stuck in the bunker. cause they entered the bunker after a shift one night and didn't get out until at the soonest the next afternoon right before the mall closes so if either or both of them were scheduled to work then they'd be just... gone.

and how characters around them handle that depends on how soon (if at all) they're declared missing. did robin think they'd be in-and-out in their snooping and tell her parents shes be back a little late or did she think they'd be out kinda late fucking around and just lied to her parents telling them shes sleeping over at a friend's like how we know tina was going to cover for erica? did mrs Henderson freak out when Dustin didn't bike back home (knowing what happened with will) or did she know he was with steve and trusted that they were goofing off or something?

and usually i see Steve's parents not being home but what if they were?? they could panic because steve always has some sort of excuse for why hes gone or maybe just his mom starts worrying because while his dad never really asks about him she does and she knows hes probably not at some girls house right now because he at least would have told her. or maybe mrs harrington doesn't know her son as well as she thinks she does and assumes he is out at some girls house and is relieved hes finally getting to be more like himself.

maybe just one or two people in scoops troop are reported missing that night and maybe the search started for them is enough for the other's parents or friends to realize they're all missing. maybe none of them are because they each already had a coverup with the people who'd notice. maybe they spent a good few hours in that elevator regretting lying about where they'd be because now no one knows they're in danger and by the time they start looking it could be too late (obviously erica didn't seem to grasp this yet but shes literally 10 and it's definitely her fist severely traumatic life or death experience. for the others tho it could definitely be on their minds and i have seen a few fics where robin wonders about how steve and Dustin are reacting like they've done scary shit like this before together)

then morning comes and id give it until lunch with no calls or anything before parents who believed their kids were sleeping over to start worrying seriously. maybe they call the friend their child's supposedly with and get a confused parent saying they haven't seen them or maybe they get the friend picking up and confirming they're fine (like tina). but if Mrs Henderson gets worried and calls steve she'll either get the harringtons saying he isn't home right now or she won't be able to reach him. and knowing steves like a big brother and a best friend to dustin knows that if steve missing too he's probably at least missing with him and goes to the station worried about them both

and then theres the fact that scoops has to open in the morning, probably sometime around 10am. maybe steve and robin were scheduled to both work again and as 10am comes and passes scoops ahoy hasn't been touched. maybe some mall manager calls the scoops manager (forgive me ive never worked in a mall but i do work in a store-within-a-store and we have our own manager plus the big store manager) and asks where their employees are. if missing persons reports were filed that last night then the manager would be really worried while frantically trying to find someone to cover for them. but maybe no one knows they're missing yet and their manager is grumbling about their no-shows, maybe considering firing them for both disappearing without even calling out. depending on how much they know and if the reports were filed, whoever has to cover their shifts is either worried about their coworkers (probably moreso robin than steve because of his reputation) or utterly pissed that they both didn't show and they have to open scoops ahoy with a few hours delay and probably a good few karens bitching about being closed. or maybe one or the other was scheduled and while their no-show is really inconvenient at least someone's there to open and ask for backup

and then theres steves car still parked in the back where it was the day before. a bike left behind at the mall is less eyebrow-raising but a fancy car? Steve Harrington's car? Steve Harrington who was scheduled to work today but somehow isn't in scoops right now? is he skipping work while simultaneously wandering around his workplace? and whats worse is despite evidence being there *no one can find him*. maybe thats what it takes for people to realize hes like actually missing. maybe they think he was kidnapped, hopefully he just went home with some girl and lost track of time.

and then theres eddie. eddie whos been stopping by scoops for a while now. maybe he still doesn't really like Harrington but likes teasing him with Buckley or maybe they've gotten pretty close. maybe they're already dating. maybe eddie walks up to scoops one morning to find it closed or to find that one or the other didn't show up for work this morning. maybe he hears from the worker that ones missing or maybe they get a rant about how pissed the worker is to be opening alone. maybe he's the one to go to a mall manager or security officer worried about scoops being closed because he *knows* the people that are supposed to be there right now and they don't just abandon work at the same time with no explanations.

or maybe eddie visits in the afternoons and learns they're missing from their coworkers or maybe hes there because he saw it on the news and went on his our hunt. either way it'd probably end with Eddie looking around the mall for them because he knows steve isn't going to just abandon his beemer in a busy public parking lot. maybe he finds them high out of their minds while checking the movie theatre (this one i do see a lot and am obsessed with its so good) or maybe he doesn't find them at all (its a big mall and they are actively hiding from Russians who know they escaped. sure stobin are not being very secretive while high but dustin and erica are at least keeping them in less-discoverable locations). maybe he goes home knowing hes looked everywhere in that damn mall and assumes they're probably kidnapped and taken somewhere else (if he did find them tho that opens a whole can of worms for if, how, and how much eddie gets involved and while my brains gone down sone of those rabbit holes i don't think i will today)

and then they see the news about the mall fire. and eddie knows damn well that he looked everywhere in that mall but didn't see a trace of his friends but there they are on the news and apparently in the fire. maybe eddie assumes he didn't look hard enough. but maybe he sees how steves the only one with more than a few bruises on his legs, how despite them claiming he was trapped in rumble that also allegedly killed billy hargrove he looks like hes carrying himself on adrenaline alone and hovering around robin and the kids like something more than falling support beams could get to them. maybe its the fact that he look as shit as he did but wasn't laying down on a hospital stretcher like he would be if he just got those wounds.

_._._._

hi if you saw any typos no you didn't UNLESS theyre funny or actually concerning then you should tell me and i can react appropriately

also i swear i feel like doctor strange looking through every possible reality when i go on tangents like this. idk whenever i come up with little fics in my head or come up with different ways my favorite unfinished fics could end im always exploring as many different versions of the same scenario as i can and coming up with as many what-ifs as i can.

also i pressed the poll button by accident while making this and idk how to make it go away to we're trying just ignoring it and not writing anything in it to see if it goes away

actually fuck that it probably wont work so im adding a poll question as a treat for the people who read this far

#writing this was an experience except i don't remember any of it and i didn't even reread it to check spelling #i love thinking like this tho and coming up with all these different things that could happen with this one scenario #and following canon and trying to fill in the gaps gives just enough room to fuck around but still keeps me in the right direction #with just a couple deviations that are too good to ignore like eddie finding stobin while theyre high and getting water #im also writing my own little steve henderson au universe in my head loosely inspired by those steve henderson posts by that one person #i can't remember their user rn but if i ever actually share ill tag them as inspiration inlike the first post #but mostly its me taking steve right after s2 events and letting him get help from the hendersons because dustins his new best friend now #(regardless of if he agreed to it or not) #so uh yea if anyone wants to hear about it you should totally let me know because i will do a lot for external validation #im just an 8 year old girl playing barbies but morbid things are happening #stranger things #steve harrington #steddie #eddie munson #platonic stobin #steve x eddie #robin buckley #dustin henderson #erica sinclair #steve and dustin #steve and robin #platonic soulmates stobin #scoops ahoy #stranger things season 3 #stranger things s3 #stranger things rambles #claudia henderson #steve has bad parents #mrs harrington #stranger things thoughts

[totallyboatless]

A scene in season 2 where the crew is raiding a ship and Stede and Ed go into the captain’s quarters to see if there’s anything there that fits their refurnishing vision for the Revenge captain’s quarters.

Stede: What about that chaise? It’s quite lovely.

Edward: Hmm...I’m not sure.

*Lucius enters and takes Stede’s attention to tell him about something. Throughout their conversation, Edward is in the background testing out the chaise for sturdiness and accommodation of increasingly ridiculous sex positions. Lucius looks on over Stede’s shoulder in horror as he slowly realizes what Edward is doing*

*conversation ends and Edward approaches*

Edward: Yep, let’s take it.

Stede: (not having noticed anything Edward was doing) Wonderful! I’ll have the boys bring it over.

Lucius: (to Edward) Can you throw me off the ship again?

*Edited bc I cannot fucking spell lololol*

#I just sit in my apartment making myself laugh about little fake scenarios #I'd love to see what Taika would do with the direction: #'you have one minute to come up with as many incredulous sex positions on this chez lounge as possible' #'and go' #our flag means deah #ofmd #edward teach #stede bonnet #blackbonnet

[muserryy]

WHAT DID YOU GET ME ?

masterlist

consider this as a part 2 of 'BACK HOME TO YOU' No problem if you haven't read it, you can still continue with this.

but I would like you to check that out too. HERE.

Harry and you just had a bubble bath. You both moisturise your skin with the lotion and put on comfortable clothes. You wear your black tank top and pajama shorts while he slips into his plain grey tee and his corduroy shorts. Now you're both in your bedroom, relaxed and cozy as he takes the lead to show you what he got for you.

He pulls out a packet and puts it down on the bed, shifting it closer to you . "go ahead…" he tells you to open it. You move to open the brown packet. You look inside it and then at him. You bring it out from the packet. It's a white lightweight dress. 

"oh my god, this-" you exclaim as you keep touching and inspecting the dress. You stand on the bed and put the dress in front of you and close. It's long and falls till your ankle and has two lace straps to hold the dress on your shoulder and it's quite flowy. 

"Do you like it? I bought it from Italy."

"This is beautiful, harry." you jump on bed like a child. It's a love at first sight with the dress. You love his choice.

"I love seeing you so happy, kid." he laughs again as he watches you being content. "How about you wear it tomorrow for me, hm? We can have a little date in our backyard. what do you say?" he suggests. 

"Perfect, I can't wait!" you put the dress against your chest and grin at him. 

"Great! Okay so now… are you ready for the next? " he says with dramatic flourish. You sit back down and wait for him to pull out the next thing. He brings up a black flat bag thingy into your view through its handle. You keep watching as he puts it down on the bed and unfolds it. Oh, it's a coat bag. He unzips it revealing a blue material that you've been dying to get your hands on. He looks at you and smiles waiting for your reaction.

Your jaw drops slightly as he takes it out and you cover your mouth with your hands. Unbelievable! You are internally screaming! He straightens up and puts his vest jacket from his Spain n2 show on you, over the tank top you're wearing. He helps you in it and after done he steps back with his hand on his waist, proudly smiling. "there you go." 

"harry…" you trail, looking down at it and running your fingers delicately at the material, feeling it in. You were out of words; speechless. "I can't believe,... you really got me this?" 

"Yeah, seems like.'' he chuckles at you. You get up from the bed and get in front of the mirror. You observe yourself in his vest that he once wore in his show and now it's on you. "A bit loose… but yeah." He speaks from behind you, watching you attentively looking at the piece of cloth. You spin a little, the dangling fancy cloth straps move along. You turn around and look back in the mirror over your shoulder.

HARRY STYLES. You look at his name that is designed at the back. It's so fucking hot.

"but I love it… it doesn't matter if it's a bit loose. Can we still keep it?" you look at him. 

"It's all yours, baby. I didn't get it just to show you." 

You scream contentedly and run to him. "You're the best." you hug me.

"Cool," he grins as hugs you back.

You look up at him. "I've to say most of your outfits were so silly but still you managed to look so good in them. "

" Well… now you see, not everyone is Harry styles." he says teasingly. 

"Right." you agree and encourage him. Like someone once said Harry Styles can pull off anything. Yes, where's the lie? 

He goes back to unpacking and takes out his small ring bag and keeps it aside nicely and continues to take out more of his stuff. You get too busy admiring the vest on you that you forget that you should be helping him but he doesn't complain. You keep looking in the mirror as he'd double glances at you once a while taking out his things. 

How lucky I am. I don't know if there's anyone luckier than me in this world. You thought. Yes, you're the most fortunate person in the world right now. People would have died to get his once worn outfit but you? you just had to ask him. you can ask him anything, you just have to say the words and he will dial the numbers and it will be outside your door. you love that power. The doorbell rings, snapping you out of your thoughts. Harry looks at you, confused. "It must be our order, I will fetch it." you quickly walk out of the bedroom and to the front door, with the vest still on you. You didn't have time to prepare something quickly so you guys decided to order some pizza.

After receiving the two square boxes and returning back to the bedroom. You see Harry at the side of your study table, looking at your books and some drawings. You put the pizza boxes down on the bed. You look back at him and now he's leaning on the table, facing you with a piece of paper in his hand, reading it. You immediately see the colour of paper. It's a card and he's unfolding it.

"Hey!!" you stride to him and snatch it out of his hands.

"oii," he's already smiling. "lemme read it."

"no!" you hide it behind you.

"c'mon y/n, I've already read the bold letters. You made it for me, didn't you?" yes it's a small card you were planning to give him but you didn't finish it because of his surprise homecoming. 

"yes but I haven't finished it since I didn't know you were returning today," you fake scowl at him, obviously you weren't mad about his surprise returning but it just you didn't get to finish it and you really wanted to give him.

"I'm sorry for that." he says, pursing his lips.

"You don't have to be, you didn't know obviously. c'mon let's eat the pizza before it gets cold, yeah?" you change the topic and take his hand and walk to the bed. You sit, grabbing one box and opening it. 

Harry sits on the bed next to you with crossed legs. He takes a slice and starts eating it and you do the same. "So I can't read it?"

"not yet." you say as you chew and swallow down the food. "how about I finish it and then give it to you?" you're never really good at expressing your feelings and emotions verbally so you just write it down and you like doing it. It's your way.

"Take your time." he says and continues to eat. You smile at him. "The pizza's good."

You agree by nodding at him. You eat pizza and talk in between. After eating, you put the empty boxes away and clean your hands. Your eyes land on the clothes neatly piled up on the bed. Harry's shirts. 

"oh my- these are back !!" you chirp and crawl towards them. You check them… his button ups, t-shirts and some new ones. You stand up from the bed and take off the vest you were wearing this whole time and put it back in its cover. You remove your top you are wearing and take Harry's white with grey striped tee and put it on. It's too big and its sleeves cover your hands but it's soft and the fruity smell of his shirt is faint and comforting.

Harry keeps watching as he sits on the bed with his head leaning against the headboard and his arms crossed. You look at him and your face tinge pink. He laughs at you, making you look away and your eyes land on the balcony that is attached to your bedroom. The sun is setting down. 

"harry… let's go to the balcony." You go and take his hand and pull him up from the bed. You slide the glass door and step outside with him behind. The air is pleasant and calming. The sun is setting and casting its faint and lovely rays blending with the ambient light. 

You put your hands on the railing and Harry does the same. The air billows as you love the feeling of his presence beside you. You both stay still and silent as the air caresses your face and hair making you ease and relax. The area surrounding your house has beautiful trees and a pretty nice neighbourhood but it's still perfectly private and secluded for you guys. 

When you feel your ponytail come loose, you look up at Harry as he has removed the rubber band from your hair, now that it has fallen down your shoulder and back. Heat rises up your cheeks again. The warm light reflects his face as he smiles down at you. He gets behind and turns around. The light gentle breezes make some locks fall on your face. He brushes them out and behind your ear. You get on your tiptoes and kiss him on the lips. He kisses you back by wrapping his arms around you. The touch of his mustache on your lips sends tingles of wonder to you. You both smile into the short kiss as the gentle breeze does a great work and makes the moment heart-warming.  

Pulling away you turn back to watch the sunset. You put your hand on his hand that is holding the railing. You look down at it and suddenly remember something.

You elicit a gasp, "Oh, I almost forgot! I have something for you." You turn back to him, seeing the frown on his face. You tell him to wait and he intriguingly watches you go inside. You open your closet and the drawers and pull out a fancy beaded thread. You hide it in your hand and walk back to him.

"Could you bring your hand forward for me, please? " He does as you say. You waste no time and push the band up in his hands and to his wrist. It's a band you made for him on friendship day but since he wasn't here you decided to give him when he returns. "I made it for you, a friendship band."

You look at him, his mouth slightly open in surprise, his eyes light up. He stares down at the band. "You made it for me?" It seems like he's touched by your gesture. He grazes his fingers on the beads. It has two letter beads, yours and Harry's initials and has a small heart bead in the between and equal bead work on the sides. He grins big and twists and turns the band around on his wrist. He looks into your eyes. "It's beautiful… I'm gonna cherish it forever. Thank you so much." The fact that you cared to make him a friendship band means a lot to him. He appreciates and admires the little sweet things you do for him. 

Not knowing what to say, you just put your head on his chest and hug him. You both hug for a while, staying on the balcony. 

"Now let's go in and finish unpacking my bags. This night is gonna be long." he snickers quietly. You both go inside and finish unpacking and keep his stuff and clothes at its place. 

~~~~~

The lights are off in the room. The moon light beams the dark bedroom through the glass balcony door. you both are laying in bed, face to face, him facing you as your back is turned towards the balcony. This way the moonlight shines on his face illuminating it with a gentle glow. It's been hours of your night talking.

He tells you about the different moments from his tour and how he felt being on-stage and performing. He tells you how it felt hearing more than thousands of voices sing along to his songs. He shares how he felt when he performed his first show and how overwhelming he got on the last show.

"amazing… it was incredible." he slightly shakes his head as if he is reminiscing about all those moments. He sucks in a breath.

"And, you know?..." He leans on his elbow and tells you more. His hands do movements, your band on his wrist adoring it while he tells you some of his embarrassing stories. You run your fingers through his hair while watching and listening to him attentively, in between you glance at his lips as he speaks, the way they move and the way his tongue pokes out and wets his lips. You laugh mirthfully at his stories. He stares down at you as you stare back at him. He leans down to kiss you against your lips. Everytime you kiss, the hair above his lips makes it more sensual and pleasurable. The flavour of it lingers on your lips as he pulls away. 

You run your thumb over his mustache instinctively and caress it. "doesn't it bother you?" he asks, referring to the hair on his upper lip. 

You shake your head immediately. "no, I love it."  you really do love the sensation of his facial hair tickling your lips and cheeks. oh, how alive it makes you feel! You keep running your thumb on them for a while and in between caressing his lips. He yawns and then kisses your thumb. "You wanna sleep now?" you ask, just in case he wants to talk more? He nods and leans down to nuzzle his head in your neck, almost on top of you. "C'mon then." He falls on his back again and faces you again. You do the same, turning your body to face me. 

You stare at each other's faces until his eyes start to drop close but you are awake and watch him sleep. You take your time admiring every inch of his face as the moon rays smoothly fall on him. His heart-like shaped lips that are naturally a perfect shade of pink, his little boopable nose, his left cheek that is squished against the pillow, his eyes closed and his thick lashes looks perfect. Some of his curly hair locks are spread on his forehead; there's no frown. You would be lying if you say, you won't cry right now whilst looking at his flawless face. 

You can't help but brush his hair back with your hand and kiss his forehead. You scoot closer and pull him down just so you can cuddle him. He immediately wraps his arms around your body and burying his head in your neck, with his nose touching the curve of your neck.

"Good night!" he mumbles in your neck.

"Good night, Harry!" 

Now it's really a good night for you. isn't it? 

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#harry styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles one shot #harry styles writing #harrystyles x reader #hslot #one direction #writeblr #writer things #writers on tumblr #mustachrry #harrys house #short writing #oneshot #fake scenarios #harry styles icons #female writers #writerscommunity #writing

[moe-broey]

Thoughts on Grima in FEH? I personally am a big enjoyer of this horrible little guy getting picked up by the scruff and dragged kicking and screaming into therapy by the summoner.

OOF... UNFORTUNATELY... I have zero complex thoughts about Grima 😅 I do think it's interesting, from the many Grima and Robin interactions in FEH, that there's almost this self-fulfilling prophecy to it, like Grima believes no matter what they Have to be this way. That all roads lead to this, and there's no changing it. And in believing that, they make it their reality.

HOWEVER. I do get really stuck on just. How they talk. Top Ten Least Effective Insults: Worm.

They are like middle school bullies to me...... at least in FEH specifically where they will just harass Robin to no end LMFAOOO (and anyone else they have a bone to pick with)

I do think they can have a little therapy. As a treat :) (they could use it.)

#ask answered! #feh #ksjskjsks i am so sorry... this has been sitting for a little while. i've been a bit distracted 🫡 #i def recommend going to the local grima experts. my head is so empty when it comes to them LMFAOOO #group therapy session for all the feh characters who are from/survived/are the direct cause of the apocalypse #i think they could benefit from that. #maybe split off into various groups though. the gen 2 awakening kids would hunt them for sport #i just want an excuse to bring lif into this scenario LMFAOOOOO i cannot help myself 😅🫡 #actually... i do feel like there's potential here. for shenanigans. #one thing about me is all of the special interest is stored in the alfonse fire emblem. #nightmare therapy session. put grima timeskip dimitri (doesn't fit the prev criteria BUT fits the vibe) and lif together. #i think they all should hunt each other for sport. and end up in the most toxic self-destructive friend group ever. #grima #moe tag #summoner oc #my art

[shelltasticday]

Ok I just read your easily fluster reader x rise!Leo, and wanted to take it the other way-

What if he's super smooth when the person Leo's flirting with has an embarrassed reaction, but he's trying to flirt with Y/N, who has very little dignity and is very competitive, to the point of outflirting Leo, and making him extremely embarrassed and flustered 😈. And Leo can't find something for them to be embarrassed about! Personal space? Grew up with a bunch of siblings, no such thing. Physical contact? They love it, can't get enough. Seemingly awkward situation? Diffuse it by not acting awkward about it.

Have it be frustrating to him, not be able to get a reaction out of them. Then, one day, he could figure it out- baby pictures. They're embarrassed about their baby pictures and being caught doing something goofy.

Was that too abrupt? Idk, hopefully not, but it there's any part you don't understand, you can totally improvise. Hope you enjoy! ~🌺👸

You! I like how you think, let's do this!

I'm not sure if this aligns with what you wanted or expected but, it's just where creativity took me.

Loved to think that Leo's flirting works better when he barely tries and reader is a bit more open to it, anyways, I present to you:

Leo and his journey to fluster a competitive, unaffected reader

● It all began when Leo decided to start flirting with you…

● "Hey, (y/n)! How's the most beautiful person in the world doing today?" he chimed with a wink, doing some finger guns as his brothers either cheered him on or were awaiting his failure, he couldn't tell, he only heard some giggles

● The pick up line took you off guard for a moment, however, after blinking twice, a grin that mimicked Leo's spread across your lips. "I don't know, how are YOU doing today?"

● Leo opened his eyes wide, his posture shifted, completely taken aback as he didn't expect this outcome at all. He mumbled, tripped over his words "Uh- I uh- That wasn't- I mean- Huh?" and a flush of red got to his cheeks

● "I'll take it you're doing alright!" you giggled and moved past him to catch up with the others before they could snatch the first slice of pizza. And Leo? Well, he finished processing what just happened as he turned around to watch you walk away, oh no, nononono no way he was the one left flustered… Where did that even come from? No no, he had to come up with something to get back at you, he had to, and so came forth the rest of his attempts

● Next time, he tried talking with you as he leaned on a wall, pulling off the classic pose so he could be closer if he wished so. And he did wish so, and he'd slowly lean more trying to close on your personal space but the proximity didn't seem to bother you either. You, in turn, could read him like a book and so you just kept looking at him in the eye, smiling and chatting as usual

● "Hey Leo! Where did ya put the Cheetos?!" Mikey's voice called out, and the second Leo looked away to answer, you took advantage to take him by the shoulders, spin you both around and have him against the wall. With you now being the one "trapping" him

● His brain catches up with the last few seconds after a bit. "Wha- when?" he asks, finding himself once again caught off guard. "It's your turn having somewhere to lean on, Leo, we don't want your back getting all tired, right?" you said innocently with a wink and a smile

● It doesn't even matter if you're shorter than him, he gets flustered from both how you turned tables on him and how close you get. He feels somewhat small when you're the one taking iniciative on this and he doesn't know if he hates it or loves it, it's so conflicting!

● But he blushes more when Mikey comes around thinking he wasn't heard the first time "Leo, where did you- Oh- Oops, sorry! I'll ask Raph if he's seen them" the younger turtle speed walked away as Leo tried to say "It's not like that! Mikey! Don't leave me here!" to no avail

● Leo is sitting on his bed, recounting events from the last weeks… He had tried hugging you from behind all romantic according to him, and you only giggled before hugging him back and initiating a group hug with everyone. Right… you liked physical affection. Okay, then he had invited you to train with him and teach you to use his swords, thinking he could be all suave and be behind you, with his hands over yours as he taught you to properly hold one blade but… you kinda wanted to do it on your own since "I've watched you do it hundreds of times, I'm sure I learnt something already!" or so you said

● Chocolates? Flowers? Received with a sweet thank you and a hug. Cooking for you? Well… you did like microwaved mac and cheese, but alright not his best attempt on wooing. No pick up line he threw at you worked, it was like you were ready with a bat to send them right back at him, nothing, nothing was working! Were you that oblivious? Were you making fun of him? Did you simply not like him that way and this is how you told him to take the L? Goddamnit… What did he have to do? Serenade you? No no, perhaps you'd mistake it as a karaoke session or even serenade him back

● The worst part for him is that YOU were the one landing all the blows, you had fed him a chocolate telling him to go "Ahhh" and GOD, did that make him weak! You were incredibly good with his sword for a beginner, and even with messy clothes and hair after training, to him you looked stunning. You kissed him on the cheek as a thank you for the food… It kinda seemed like all he did while trying to make you fall for him, was setting himself up to fall even harder for you. Even thinking about it again made him blush and sigh loudly as he fell back on the bed, unsure on what to feel

● That's when he heard music in the distance … Wait, music? Wasn't he alone in the lair?

● "SHELLDON?" he sat up again and called for the robot but nobody answered… weird. Leo went around looking for his brothers and father but found the lair empty, however, the music seemed to be coming from the arcade room and so he walked towards it, thinking Donatello had left some machine on or something but- oh-

● There you were, on the DDR, jumping happily on the pad to a loud pop song. He'd never seen you try that game out, he even kind of thought you didn't like it… well, until now

● The music came to an end alongside the score screen, you were a bit bummed that you didn't even make it to top ten but oh well… then you heard clapping. Clapping… you turned your face over your shoulder quickly, startled like a deer in headlights, oh no…

● Leo stopped clapping, with a genuine smile on his face. "That was great, (y/n)! Didn't know you got the moves!" his steps took him closer to the machine. "You know, I thought you didn't like to- (y/n)?". Was he seeing wrong? Was it the neon pink light from the game? Were you… were you blushing??

● "How long were you there?" you asked, sinking to your knees to hug them and hide your burning face, you thought you looked goofy when dancing, that's why you had come in to try the game out only when you thought everyone was out… Mikey didn't mention Leo had stayed, you thought they had all went out…

● "Uh, not long. You okay, though?" Leo kneeled beside you. "Something wrong?" He put a hand on your shoulder to soothe you, did he do something bad?

● "Yes, just, this is so embarassing" he heard your muffled voice say. "What is? Dancing?". You nodded. "You got flustered because I caught you dancing?" his voice got a bit loud and you shushed him, as if anybody else could've heard the conversation. "Yes!"

● Leo, once again, had to blink twice to get stuff to sink it. He laughed but not at you, more like at himself, all his attempts at getting you flustered, all the different plans, and the one thing that made it possible is something he didn't even see coming

● "Sorry". A chuckle. "Sorry, I'm not making fun of you" he said, patting you on the back. "I think you dance very well, you wanna play together?" Leo suggested, standing up

● You looked up to see how he was extending his hand to you, which you accepted and let yourself be pulled up

● You didn't know if it was the light, the silence, the angle or something else, but in that moment, with a calm smile and gentle gaze, with a firm hold on your hand… Leo looked a certain way, a way that made you perhaps stare a bit… a way that maaaaybe made your blush grow and reach your ears

● You decided to just return his smile, turn to the screen and hurry to choose another song. The blush was still present but you associated it with allowing him to watch you dance, yeah, surely it's that and definitely not because of the way he gave you a wink before stretching dramatically to get ready

● "Are you prepared to lose, (y/n)? I'll have you know that I'm great at videogames". You laughed and had a more confident smile this time "I'm gonna kick your butt, Leon! Loser pays the pizza!"

● "Deal!"

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #tmnt 2018 #rottmnt headcanons #rottmnt x reader #rise leo #rise leonardo #rise leo x reader #leonardo hamato #Is this an imagine a scenario or hcs I dont know anymore #The bullet points wont let me go #I liked the end I had thought of a different one with a confession but I think this one made it a bit more mmm interesting ? #Its like not there yet but its in the right direction

[dungeons-and-dragon-age]

Two Truths and a Lie

got tagged by @ndostairlyrium, @shivunin and @herearedragons! <33 Since it's 3 tags imma take that as an excuse to do three characters hehe, and also re-tagging you guys in case you wanna do another one >:3

the other ones are here and here! >:3

tagging (as always ofc with no pressure) @a-drama-addict, @wonderofthemoon, @goofsoup, @giantbukonut, @brainwormterrarium, @apricotti-needs-beeeees, @beelzebard, @bearsizedant, @creativegoblin, @exantivancrow, @quakingbirch, @absyntthe, @greypetrel, @daggerbean, @nanowatzophina, @cao-the-dreamer, @bigfan-fanfic, @curiouslavellan, @drunken-drengr, and anyone else who'd like to have a go! :>

#idk if it would be harder with small/direct ones like this or longer/more specific scenarios lol #either way i cannot judge how easy/hard this is so i'm v curious to see the results xD #def fun tho! :] #oc tag game #my ocs #oc: ari adaar

[raywritesthings]

I think the best indication for me of why Hawkeye and BJ are too dissimilar to have become friends in any other situation besides both being assigned to the same MASH unit is that, when Hawkeye is upset about their situation as draftee doctors miles from home, he typically rails against the system that put them there and/or anyone that supports that system; when BJ’s upset about the same thing, he tends to just lash out at Hawkeye who is entirely blameless and often just attempting to offer him comfort.

Which makes sense. Hawkeye is a much safer target than the American military-industrial complex. But it also shows the stark difference between how they process emotions, problem-solve, and their values.

#i’m not even especially angry at bj for this #it’s a realistic reaction and one many people would have in the same scenario #hawk really only gets away with doing things like busting into the peace talks because he is the protagonist of a hit sitcom #but in-universe neither he nor beej know this #so it just ends up meaning that they have very different politics in practice #even if they’re in theoretical agreement about things #hawkeye takes direct action whereas bj just vents but doesn’t do anything that might rock the boat #and in a civilian setting i think that would’ve aggravated hawk if he’d met him there and made him less likely to pursue a friendship #anyway #emerson rants #m*a*s*h #hawkeye pierce #b.j. hunnicutt

[harryxmarvel]

Shatter my soul

Summary : Harry has been suffering from an addiction and y/n decides to take time for herself or based on this ask

Pairing: rockstarboyfried!Harry x reader!y/n

Warnings: Angst

A/n: this piece turned so much better than I hoped for.

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When they decided to take time for themselves harry and y/n were in a rough spot with not only their 11 years long relationship but their entire life.

After being falsely accused and getting fired from her dream job, gave up any and all hope y/n had as she came home to her love only to find him passed out in the middle of the living room.

His cocaine addiction was getting out of hand so much that he almost died of overdose saved by y/n who decided to come home early for some reason.He swore to never touch that stuff again but there he was high off his mind as he mumbles incoherently lying on the floor a week later.

The next day after getting him sober y/n decided it was best for them to take a break to figure out themselves and their life as she can't stand by him hurting himself like that. Harry had his issues, stress eating him alive at every wake hour ,he decides it was better if he wasn't in his own mind. The cocaine he could easily get his hands on was just a massive perk for him.

It had been a month and half. Y/n got a job at a restaurant and works as a bartender at night. She moved back to her old appartment after their break up and had been doing well on her own. She missed harry a lot even though their good days were well past months she still loved him, still wanted to help him and show him that she was there for him no matter what. She just wished he was doing better too. After their first week of breakup harry had called her high as he mumbled how much he missed her and promised to be better she just hopes he kept his promise.

It was a month later when y/n was at her favourite arcade bar with her friends. The place was a little loud with drunk men drinking beers and shouting at the screens.

They were seated in a booth after a good round of beers and  fun. She was mindlessly talking with her friend klara when the bartender calls her name.

Y/n walks to the bar and the bartender points to the payphone at the corner of the room.

They still got payphones

Y/n thinks to herself as she brings the phone to her ears. The first thing she hears is a sob which sends her into alert. "Hello?" She questions and the person on the other line replies "Baby, it's me.." he sobs out making y/n quiet as he continues "I'm getting sober. It's the hardest thing I've ever had to do but I'd do anything for you baby. Just want you back, want to love on you like you deserve" he says breathing hard as y/n finds her words.

"I'm so happy to hear that H. That's what I wanted for you." Y/n says a smile breaking on her face as she tries to calm him down but he doesn't he keeps crying which makes y/n a little scared because it would've been really hard for him to be doing this alone.

Y/n should've struck by him, isn't that what their relationship should have meant. She feels incredibly guilty for walking away when things got worse but she did it wishing for the best and maybe it kinda did work out in the end and now all she wanted was to be with him and show him how much she appreciates him doing this for her.

"I'm gonna be there okay? I'm so proud of you baby" y/n says ready to hang up the phone but harry breaths out before she could "No, no i....you can't....I want you to but" y/n cuts him off in worry "what's going on H?"

"I wrote you a letter"he says and the other end is quiet as he continues.

"I wrote it so I could get everything out. I think?" He sounded so unsure his voice raspier than usual. " It should be in your apartment" he adds and y/n says she would read it and come by his place before hanging up the phone.

She bids goodbye to her friends after explaining them about the situation and then waving her off with a concerned look on their face as y/n walks back to her apartment. She goes through all her mail and finds the one harry had sent. Her name and address on the envelope.

She opens it and it had two sheets folded inside it. She didn't know what to expect as she reads through it.

My love,

             Today has been particularly hard without you by my side. My manager has been pressing me for the next album but how could I think about anything but you. It had been 8 weeks since I last heard your voice and I never knew how much it filled my life untill I couldn't hear it anymore and I think maybe that's what made me want to give up the drugs even if it feels like I'm drowning. I'd do it for you.

I still remember the tears in your eyes when you told me about you ex and how mad it made me. I wanted to bury him alive for hurting you like that. I never wanted to infect any kind of pain in you. I swore I never would when I saw the lack of trust in your eyes.

It killed me to see the smile on your face slowly fading away because of me. I wanted to hold you close and tell you I'd be back. We'll get all of the good times we had together back because that was what you deserved. But I couldn't save myself not for me but for you because you are everything i have left. The only person who stood by me through it all and maybe that's what made me realise I was nothing without when you left.

I was always honest with you even when I was out of my mind i tried to explain what I was feeling. I know you blamed yourself that you couldn't help me but this was my own battle and you were the warrior in the front ready to kill anyone even though you didn't have to. You were always there for me and I'm really sorry if I wasn't baby. Because

 You deserve better than that.

You deserve someone who would be there for you.

You deserve someone who would stay true to their promises.

You deserve someone who would stay good for you.

You deserve better than me.

You deserve every happiness in this world.

She is at the end of the page her soul shattered with each word when a knock on the door pulls her out. She has a few tears falling down her cheeks. She wips them off before opening the door to find her close friend klara.

"Hey , what ar-" y/n is cut off as klara bursts "I need to tell you something"

"Oh okay, come on in" y/n opens the door wider to let her in but klara shakes her head as she continues "No, I just need to tell you this....i" she's breathless and y/n patiently waits for her to continue.

"I slept with harry" she says after a few deafening seconds which stretches to minutes after the words are out.

"It was stupid and I was drunk and it just happened. We were both out of our minds and we didn't know what was happening. I'm really sorry y/n. I didn't mean for it to happen. I'm sorry"

Y/n is still as she listens to her ramble. All of y/n's friends hated harry something about him not treating her right while he was the total opposite.  She never knew why that was but to hear her bestfriend had slept with her boyfriend of years cut deep into her poor heart and the stabs just kept coming.

"It happened a few months ago and I couldn't stop myself from going back. I didn't mean for it to happen y/n you have to believe me" klara begs her eyes welled up with tears.

Y/n couldn't stop herself from thinking how much of a fool she was for thinking all those nail marks on his shoulder, love bites on his jaw and chest were from her when she knew it wasn't. The woman's perfumes he used to smell like made her realise it wasn't just Klara. And one thought kept haunting her mind as she stands on her doorway.

Had she really been that delusional ?

A/n: I think I just broke my own heart 😭. Who wants a part 2?

Read part 2 here

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[clintbartoncore]

I’m starting a rumor that Clint originally gave Coulson a chance as his handler because he was the first senior officer he got assigned to who was also queer. Clint wasn’t being recalcitrant when he was acting like a rebellious little shit for all his other handlers, he was being heterophobic.

#jokes on Clint though because he wouldn’t have fallen in love with any of his straight handlers #.txt #in this scenario in my mind Coulson is gay and Clint has been a freewheeling bisexual since before he realized that #not all people were attracted to other kinds of people than the opposite sex #he had no awareness of homophobia bc nobody took the time to teach it to him :( #the group home was like one of those mythical boarding schools where puppy piles were a regular thing #At first his behavior strikes Phil as macho posturing and so Phil puts his sexuality front and center ('Barton most people #don’t care enough to know this and I don’t tend to advertise it but I’m gay. Tell me now if that’s going to be a problem for you.’) #thinking that it will get Clint off his hands and stop Phil from having to deal with his misbehavior #jokes on Phil though because Clint just gets excited and doubles down. ('Hey! another queer person in this stodgy gvt org!') #Also in my heart of hearts I believe that SHIELD is predominantly a place for weirdos and outcasts for one reason or another so #it’s chock full of queer people. but in this scenario I like the idea of it being 50/50 paramilitary (and therefore v straitlaced and #heteronormative) and half discreet queer people with their own established in-organization subculture #obviously Phil introduces Clint to the rest of the subculture. he starts with just a few people who are okay with being outed until he’s #sure that Clint isn’t pranking him #clintcoulson #phlint #the joke is on both of them actually for thinking that homophobia in any direction could shield them from anything at all

[beautifuldreamlandwonderland]

𝚁𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝙻𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝙼𝚎 (𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚂𝚝𝚢𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚡 𝙶𝙽! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛)

Quick Summery: There was once a time where you and Harry were in love, but just like all other good things, it eventually came to an end. You were Harry’s first love, and that would never change. After all, that’s what happens with one’s first true love. Even when it’s all over and placed in the past, that person always holds a special place in your heart...

Warnings: None

Reader Key: (Y/N) = Your Name (Y/N/N) = Your Nickname

Adding Notes: Collage is made by me and I found all the images off of Pinterest as always! This imagine is inspired by the song Right Where You Left Me By Taylor Swift

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𝙵𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚞𝚙, 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 

𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗, 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 

𝚃𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎, 𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚏𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚎𝚜 

𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝙸'𝚖 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚖𝚎 

𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 

𝙿𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 

𝚆𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 

𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝙸, 𝙸'𝚖 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚖𝚎 

𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚙, 𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝 

𝚂𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚝 

𝙲𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜-𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚖 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚊𝚢, "𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝" 

𝙸, 𝙸 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚙𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙 

𝚁𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙 

𝙶𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚑 

𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 

𝙸, 𝙸 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 

𝙳𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚍-𝚞𝚙 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 

𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 

𝚁𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚖𝚎

~Present Time~

Harry sat in the corner near a window in a coffee shop in England, the early sun rising around the clouds in the distance, but he paid no mind to the view outside. He stared down at the iced latte in his hand, taking a few sips every now and again as he waited for some crowds outside to clear before continuing his morning run.

He had been there for about twenty minutes, this being his favorite part in London to go to, there being no crowds, and all the fans he met were always calm, collected, and nice, always generous of his time. But, he wouldn’t have ever expected this would be the place he would see you again after exactly ten years. After...everything that had happened between the two of you.

But yet, there you were.

You walked inside the coffee shop, looking the direction Harry sat, and once your eyes had locked with the other, all the memories came flooding right back to his mind all at once, and for a few seconds, neither of you spoke. I mean, what could he say to the person who was his first love after an entire decade of not seeing them?

“Harry?” You said after half a minute going by, raising a brow.

“(Y/N).” He smiled a tiny bit, before clearing his throat and standing up, putting his hands in his pockets. “Wow, you look great. Long time no see.” He said a bit awkwardly, but his small smile never faltered.

“Yeah, it has been a long time.” You chuckled and nodded in agreement, scratching your neck. 

With a tiny sigh, Harry pointed his thumb behind him in the direction of his table, before asking, “Unless you have somewhere else to be, you’re busy, or something like that, I was wondering if you’d perhaps like to catch up?”

You smiled and nodded. “Of course, I have nowhere to be in a while. I’d love to catch up with you.”

“Great then, have a seat.” Harry fiddled with his hands nervously before he sat down, you sitting down across from him, looking back up at him with a smile, and just like that all of it hit him at once, harder than the first time when you walked through the coffee shop door.

~Flashback...Harry: Age 14 You: Age 15~ 

“Happy birthday, (Y/N).” Harry beamed with a smile, as he handed you a small poster covered in photos of the both of you, along with some flowers taped down, hearts and stars, and a few strips from photo booth’s you both ran in on mall and carnival trips.

“I love it, Harry! Thank you so much.” You smiled, before engulfing him in a tight hug, the both of you laughing. “I will treasure this for the rest of my life.”

After you both pulled away, he began to fiddle with his hands, something he always did when he was a little nervous. A small habit of his you picked up on after being friend with him since you were ten. “Are you okay, Harry?” You asked, placing a hand on his shoulder.

He nodded at you, giving a small thumbs up before grabbing his slice of cake from beside him, beginning to take small bites. You both were at your house, since your family decided to throw a small party, and it was all pretty much over. All your friends that came had already left, and since yours and Harry’s mom’s were close friends as well, they gave Harry permission to have a sleepover with you.

This was one of Harry’s favorite memories. Especially since his birthday gift was giving you memories. 

“Of course I’m alright, why would anything be wrong on your birthday?” He replied.

You shook your head and took his hand into yours, a small bit of pink forming on his cheeks and the tip of his nose. “Harry, c’mon you can tell me.”

“You have chocolate on your lips.” He mumbled, green eyes focused on your lips, flicking to your eyes every few seconds.

You took your finger and wiped your bottom lip, making Harry chuckle, before he took a napkin, gently wiping the chocolate frosting off your bottom lip and chin, giving a goofy smile. “There you go, dumb dumb.”

“Oh yeah, whatever.” You rolled your eyes playfully.

You both broke into a fit of giggles, before eventually, you both looked at each other as you sat criss-crossed on your bed. Then, before he knew it, you pressed a small chaste kiss to his lips, it only lasting about two seconds before you pulled away, face redder than a tomato.

And just like that, you and Harry shared your first kiss on your birthday, you both stupid little children that had no idea what life had in store for the both of them. But at that time, that didn’t really matter.

“I think I like you.” He suddenly blurted. “But, like like, not just one like.”

Harry felt like he completely messes everything up the moment he confessed it, but you just smiled and leaned your head on his shoulder. “I like like you too, Harry.”

~Another Flashback...Harry: Age 16 You: Age 17~

Harry leapt off stage as the final song that he and his band, One Direction, concluded, and jogged to you, taking you in his arms as he smiled and cried tears of joy. This was their first real performance, and as you squealed in excitement, feeling him spin you around, he eventually placed you back on the ground and you cupped his cheeks, wiping his cheeks with your thumbs. 

“Congratulations, Harry! I told you! I told you that you’d make it!” You screamed over the the crowds shouts and squeals, him nodding and pulling you into a short kiss before taking you into a hug.

You and him snuck backstage, sneaking past a few of the fans that tried to snatch you both, security holding them back as Louis, Zayn, Niall, and Liam followed behind you both. The six of you bursted out into laughter and cheers, all taking in a big group hug, Louis ruffling your hair, while giving Harry a playful punch on the shoulder.

You had grown close with the rest of his bandmates, them all seeing you like a sister, but mainly, Louis was the one you grew the closest to, him being the number one fan of you and Harry’s love story. Louis, was always yours, and especially Harry’s biggest supporters.. 

As the four boys talked and joked in a far corner, Harry rested his forehead against yours, smiling at you. “Thank you for always supporting me...through it all, since the beginning. You have no idea how lucky I am to have you in my life...”

~Flashback...Harry: Age 17 You: Age 18~

You and Harry sat on top of the roof of a gas station, eating ice cream out of cups, looking at sunset in the distance, the colors of pinks, oranges, yellows and reds, creating an image any artist would die to slap on a lonely canvas in that moment. Two lovers sitting on a rooftop, watching the sunset with rainbow sherbet ice cream. Almost like a scene from a movie.

“I love you, (Y/N).” Harry whispered, as he rested his head in your lap, your hands running through his hair.

You froze for a second. That was the first time he ever told you he loved you, even though you both were in an official relationship for four years. Even on your nights of passion, full of sweet words and praise, those words had never slipped out of his mouth, which you understood.

Even though not to everyone, saying I love you is a big step. 

“You don’t have to say it back if you still aren’t ready, which I’ll respect, but,” Harry said, releasing a sigh before sitting up and looking at you with those deep green eyes you fell for even more for every time they looked at you, “But I mean it. I love you. You’re my everything. You’re the one I see myself marrying one day. The one I have my children with, the one I share my whole future with, and I wouldn’t want this story between us to go any other way.”

You felt your eyes tear up slightly, before you wrapped your arms around him, kissing his cheek as he hugged you back warmly. “I love you too, Harry. You’re my everything. You’re...you’re my forever.”

~Flashback...Harry: Age 18 You: Age 19~

You and Harry stood outside of a restaurant, the sky being dark only decorated in stars, and a few Christmas lights hung around, mainly red and green, beautiful decorations for the new year, and Christmas almost right around the corner. 

But, this day wasn’t so cheery.

You and Harry had been having a tough time lately, and you hardly had any time to spend together. Him being constantly preoccupied with his band and work, while you were struggling to get into college to pursue your own goals and aspirations in life, seemed to be one of the things that was hindering your relationship and making it more difficult to sustain.

You both wanted different things. Had different ambitions. But was it to so different that the everything had to end for both of your own benefits?

“I might be advancing my career, but it appears like you're advancing your reputation rather than your career.” As you continued, the salt in your voice seeped into Harry's heart wounds. “Neither I nor you will ever change.”

“You have no idea what you’re talking about.” Harry had to push back the bitter feeling exploding in his chest. Heartbreak. But, why? All this was was just some argument you’d get past. “You think I’m doing these things for my reputation?” 

“If you were truly making moves for the career you wanted, you would’ve talked to Louis, Niall, Zayn, and Liam sooner about the solo careers all of you seem to want, maybe a bit about that internship instead of turning them down.” You stated, eyes scolding at him. “What? You think I didn’t know about that?”

“You went through my emails?” Harry blinked, eyebrows furrowed.

“You portray what I did as cunning and sly.” Even though there was nothing funny about the current circumstance, you shook your head and laughed a little. “You still had the email conversation open on your laptop. I didn't look about or spy around; I just happened to see it.”

“When you phrase it like that, it certainly sounds like the opposite.” Harry clenched his fists, soon crossing his arms as he looked to the side.

“Now wouldn't I have confronted you about it right there if I had been looking around, don't you think?” You spoke up. “I was expecting you to let me know that you had declined them because you used to be honest with me.”

“Do I have to share every professional decision I make with you?” Harry prompted. “I don't think so, given that you don't inform me of anything either. You intend to attend college overseas, right?” He ran a hand through his hair and puffed a laugh devoid of humor. “The only discussion I've ever had with your brother/sister/sibling that lasted more than two sentences was this. However, she/he/they somehow tells me more than you did!”

“It is a backup plan.” Your voice rose to match his as you gave an explanation. “And that decision is not yet final in any way. I have alternative colleges to completely consider, but I like to be ready for the future!”

“Well then, I guess if we’re both putting our futures first, maybe we don’t have time for this relationship anymore!” He snapped, throwing his hands in the air.

It all fell to silence after Harry’s declaration, almost as though time had suddenly went frozen after those words had flew from his mouth. 

You glanced down at your winter boots, as if you didn't want Harry to see the look on your face. “I guess there isn't.” You muttered, backing away from Harry a few paces. When had you both gotten in each other's faces?

Harry began to breathe heavily, as he watched you shove your hands in your jacket pockets and turn on your heel, fidgeting for your car keys. Eventually you slowly pulled them out and began to walk away from him, the snow crunching beneath your shoes, him only staring at you as you walked away.

After a few steps, you finally turned around to face him, tears gliding down your face, and you opened your mouth slightly, seeming like you wanted to say something else, but instead settled with something more final. “Goodbye, Harry.”

And just like that, he watched you get into your car and drive off into the snowy night.

~~~

It was fair to say that Harry didn’t get much sleep that night. He just began to think as he stared up at his ceiling, why on earth did he say that to you? Of course there was time for your relationship, relationships weren’t supposed to be easy. You had to work at it. There had to be equal give and take.

By the time the sun had rolled over the hills, Harry rubbed his eyes with a sigh and had already came to the final conclusion that he was in the wrong. Angered at himself for being the cause of your pain. He never wanted that for you. All he wanted was to protect you, take care of you, laugh, smile, and joke with you. All he wanted was to love you and that go on until the day he died.

Wow...he was really forever about you, wasn’t he?

Eventually, after about three weeks, him not being able to bring himself to call you, despite Louis, Niall, and Liam’s comforting words, saying that you’d forgive him and take him back, and everything would be alright, all couples fight, and everything would be alright and all he needed to do was talk to you.

Instead of calling you, he drove over to your house, standing at your porch staring at your front door for what seemed like hours, trying to decide if he should either walk away or knock on the door, hoping for the best. Eventually, he pressed his thumb to the doorbell, and he took a shaky breath, waiting for his fate to come and tell him what it held in store for him completely. 

Then, as the door opened, his small smile dropped as soon as he saw who it was. It was your mother.

“Harry?” She said in a questioning voice, before clearing her throat and crossing her arms. “Hey sweetheart...uhm, what are you doing here?”

“Is (Y/N) home? I really need to speak to them.” He said, his voice cracking a tiny bit, just the mention of your name adding another scar to his heart.

“Oh, uh, Harry they aren’t home.” She mumbled, shaking her head slightly, a look in her eyes of sorrow that made Harry feel that bitter feeling in his chest again, even though nothing happened yet...

“Oh,” He cleared his throat and put his hands in his pockets as he stared at the ground. “Do you know the next time they’ll be home that I can see them, then? The sooner the better.”

There was a moment of silence before your mother spoke again, before letting out a sigh, stepping out and placing a hand on Harry’s shoulder. “Harry, I’m sorry you have to hear this from me, but...oh darling, (Y/N) left a week and a half ago for college, and they won’t be coming back for...a long time. The location they placed them is permanent.”

As soon as that sentence calculated itself in his brain, and made it way down to his heart, Harry broke down into tears, covering his mouth as he squeezed his eyes shut.

“Harry, sweetie, I’m so sorry.” Your mother said gently, rubbing his shoulder comfortingly.

Eventually, Harry slowly pulled away, whispering a thank you to your mother, walking back to his car to head back home. And just like that, it was all over. Right where your story had left off...

~Present time...10 years later~

Now, sitting across from you in the warm coffee shop gave him a small bitter feeling in his chest, but at the same time, sweet. To put the feeling in one word, it was simply bittersweet.

Even though eventually, Harry had to find closure and solace in his own time after your departure, a small feeling of guilt and sadness still lingered there when he heard you speak about what has been going on in your life currently. You got the scholarship you wanted, receiving the success you wanted, despite what you had went through during that time. 

“And then, I met Charles.” You smiled gently, fiddling with the diamond ring on your left hand that Harry had just noticed. He pieced it together,

“Oh, so you’re..” He drew out, glancing at your ring.

You nodded, holding up you hand, giving him a clear view of the slightly tinted diamond on your ring finger. “Yes, engaged. Been for about three months. I met him in my final year in college.”

Harry smiled, feeling genuinely happy for you. Even though, before this lively conversation, the last time you officially spoke was that fight that resulted in it all ending, he found himself not really thinking of it, instead, only thinking of your happiness and how your life had been going. Just as you both wished, even though it didn’t end exactly how you originally thought it would, it still happened for you, and that’s all he wished for you, ever since the very day he met you.

 “We adopted a baby girl as well, she’s two years old, and she’s absolutely beautiful. My little Victoria.” You smiled, pulling out your phone and showing him a photo of you and a small girl, little blonde strands of hair coming out of her tiny head, big bright brown eyes.

“She’s adorable.” He smiled, looking at you. “You have no idea how happy I am for you, (Y/N).”

“As I am for you, Harry.” You chuckled. “I mean, wow, you won a grammy, huh? As you should’ve. Watermelon Sugar was, and still is a bop.” 

Harry’s smile grew larger as he chuckled. “You still listen to my music?”

“Of course I did. Never stopped. I’m one of your biggest fans, after all.” You nodded, giving him a wink which he simply laughed and shook his head at.

Even after all the time that had passed, it’s almost as if no time had went by at all. And he knew, that yes, him and you both and moved on and let go of the past relationship, but who’s to say a friendship couldn’t grow again? And he knew that no matter what, he would always love you, you were his first love, and you’d always have a special place in his heart, and that would never change.

“Even after all this time that had gone by, you’re still the girl I once knew.” He smiled, taking a piece of his receipt off the table, taking a pen and scribbling down a few numbers. “Only if you want to of course, that’s my number if maybe every other Sunday morning we can meet here, catch up some more. Maybe you can even meet Olivia, or someday I can meet your fiancè, Charles and your beautiful daughter, Victoria.”

You smiled, eyes squinting as you nodded. “I’d love that Harry. I’d love that very much...”

#harry styles x reader #harry styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles aesthetic #harry styles x you #harry styles x y/n #one direction imagine #one direction #harry edward styles #celebrities #break up imagine #imagine #harry styles scenarios #right where you left me taylor swift #right where you left me #i love harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #lovers to strangers

[fictionadventurer]

Prompt: fairy-tale heroine of your choice wakes up with amnesia. (Maybe her husband has to explain how they got married?)

Purity of Mind

Dora looked so innocent, asleep on her bed. The fresh white bandages binding her crown looked more like a mark of holiness than disaster. The doctor claimed she'd fallen from a balcony and hit her head upon a stair rail. Adam thought it seemed too suspicious an accident. A disaster on the one day he'd left the house? His sure-footed little wife wouldn't have stumbled like that--not unless she were nearly out of her wits. Perhaps fleeing from some great terror.

"She'll wake soon," the doctor assured him. "Her body's healed enough, but with a head injury like that, there's no telling what state her brain will be in."

The state itself, Adam thought, would be telling enough.

As if roused by the doctor's words, Dora's eyelids fluttered. She sat up, pale and trembling. Her gaze landed upon Adam, and she started to scream.

"Who are you?" she shrieked, gathering the bedclothes to cover herself. "What are you doing in my room?"

Adam had steeled himself for the usual accusations, but this left him off-balance.

Finally, he managed to say, "Dora, it's just me. Adam. Your husband."

"I have no husband!"

"We wed six months ago."

"Liar!" she shrieked. "I'd never marry a man with such an awful beard!"

Adam stroked his blue-black whiskers, neatly trimmed for his homecoming. A deep chuckle rumbled in his throat; after months of her tiptoeing around him, her frankness was amusing. "I paid your parents richly for the privilege."

Dora paused at that. The mercenary child of mercenary parents--the tale would ring true, no matter her objections to his facial hair. Yet the bewilderment didn't fade from her face. "I've never seen this house before."

"You've been mistress here six months."

"I don't believe you."

"Whether you believe me or not, it's true. You fell from a staircase and hit your head."

Her eyes were fire. "I'll bet you pushed me!"

"I was away from home. I only just returned." He would never have opted for such an impersonal death. It was much more satisfying to feel the life draining away beneath his fingers.

The thought brought him back to reality. No need to wrestle with her delusions; only one truth mattered.

"Dora," Adam asked. "Where are the keys?"

"What keys?"

"I left the keys of the house in your keeping. I'll need them returned."

"I never had any keys!"

Adam looked to the doctor, who said, "We've found no keys on her person."

Missing? Impossible. Adam stormed from the room and set the servants searching for the keys. Nothing in her wardrobe. Nothing in the rooms. Nothing in the gardens.

The door on the third floor was locked, with no signs of entry.

Adam returned to the sickroom as the sun was setting. Dora sat quietly on her bed, having been calmly convinced of her new reality, completely unaware of the turmoil she'd thrown his life into.

He could have torn her limb from limb right there, but he had no proof yet she was deserving of it. For the moment, his strategy was gentleness.

He sat on the bed beside her. "Dora, my dove, think. Can you remember where the keys might be?"

"I can't even remember you."

Adam examined her in every detail--the tips of her fingers, the whites of her eyes, the curl of her lips. No signs of deception.

"You truly can't remember anything?"

Tears glittered in her eyes as she shook her head.

She looked as innocent as a newborn babe. The timid little fool he'd married couldn't fake such total ignorance. If she'd peered behind the door, she'd lost the memory of what she'd seen. If she'd disobeyed, he had no way of knowing.

A new twist to the game--a second chance.

Adam left the room in a state of contentment. He could get new keys made. His secret was safe--locked away either behind the door or in his wife's blank mind.

And if her memory returned? If she had memories of that bloody chamber?

He could always kill her later.

#answered asks #adventures in writing #fairy tale retellings #bluebeard #incomingalbatross #i could have taken this in much more pleasant directions #but when i tried to match fairy tales to the scenario most of them just became summaries of the original tale #picking one where the couple gets married before the end held more promise #i did consider 'east of the sun west of the moon' #but when this one came to mind and suggested a very different type of story i couldn't resist #i considered hinting that she's faking her amnesia #giving her a better chance to gather evidence and alert her family #but there's no great way to show that from his pov #just know that there's still a happy ending to this version of the tale #(i had wanted to pick a fairy tale where the amnesia could be magically induced) #(because i usually hate the 'bump on the head erases memory' trope) #(brain damage doesn't work like that!) #(but the drama potential outweighed medical accuracy) #(and it does further suggest she could be faking it)