her face when she walks up

Clumsy

Summary: Peter Parker may be a superhero but he’s still the clumsiest boy in the world. 

AN: y’all can’t tell me that peter isn’t clumsy af. you can’t

Peter Parker x Reader 

// Masterlist //


Originally posted by mrsjacewayland

Peter Parker nodded as his friend Ned prattled on about what happened in Chemistry class. A class Peter had to miss because of his crime fighting duties. Truth was, Peter couldn’t care less about Chemistry. He was too busy staring at the laughing girl from across their table. Her head was thrown back and her silvery laugh filled his ears. Y/N’s face lit up in a way that made Peter’s heart fall even more for her. The boy sighed and rested his head on his fist.

“You know you could just talk to her instead of staring at her like a creeper.” Ned stated.

“I-I wasn’t staring, Ned.” Peter defended himself.

“Sure you weren’t, buddy.” Ned chuckled. Peter rolled his eyes.

“If I was, and I’m not saying I was, can you blame me? She’s perfect.” Peter said, dreamily.

“Which is why you should talk to her.” Ned forced.

“With her friends, who hate me by the way, around her? I don’t think so.”

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

Could you do either jealous!draco or jealous!harry? You're writing is amazing btw!!!💚

thanks for 5k followers!


“I can’t believe Potter is dating that she-weasel!” Draco groaned and threw himself on an armchair dramatically. “I mean, what does she even see in her!”

“Potter’s dating Ginny? I thought they broke up end of sixth year?” Pansy inquired.

Draco sneered. “They got back together. I hate it. They way they’re always snogging in public where everyone can see. It’s disgusting.” He crossed his arms and pouted. “Stupid Potter.” Pansy closed her book and smirked at him. “What?” He snapped.

“You’re jealous!”

Draco scoffed. “Oh please. I am not jealous.”

“Could you want him more?”

“I’m am not jealous, Pansy. I am envious. Jealousy is being protective of what you already have and since I do not have a Potter I cannot be jealous of the Weaslette.” He explained irritable. Just then Harry Potter walked in with Ginny Weasley. Draco glared at them while Pansy looked at her best friend sadly.

“Okay. I’m going to go to the library to study with Luna.” She told her boyfriend.

Harry smiled brightly at her, a smile that Draco always wished would be directed at him. Harry kissed her and she left. He sat down on the couch that Pansy was on, smiling softly to himself. The three of them had gotten close ever since Pansy and Hermione started going out. Draco flipped a page in his book forcefully.

“Isn’t she just great?” Harry sighed dreamily.

“Yeah she’s a real doll.” Draco said, trying to sound bored. Harry laughed. “What?”

“Nothing. That just reminded me of a joke Ginny told me. When is a doll not a doll?”

Draco didn’t answer, but flipped another page in his book violently, almost ripping it. Pansy turned around to face Harry and put on a smile. “When?”

“When it’s a dollar.” Harry started giggling and so did Pansy. Draco gave a fake, meek laugh, without taking his eyes off of his book. “You okay, Malfoy?”

Draco looked up. “Yeah I’m fine. Just tired.” He faked a yawn and shut his book. “I think I’m just gonna go to bed. Good night.” He left the room just as Hermione walked in. She sat next to Pansy who put her arms around her girlfriend.

“Hey.” She greeted them, kissing her girlfriend. “What’s up?” Pansy kissed her back, lingering a bit longer, hoping Harry would leave. Eventually he did so they pulled apart. Hermione smiled softly. “What was that for?”

“I wanted to get Potter to leave… also because I wanted to.”

Hermione giggled and kissed her nose. “Why did you want Harry to leave?”

Pansy smiled. “Draco likes Harry.” She sang.

Keep reading

jazz festival ❖ sehun

It’s so nice talking with babies, isn’t it?❞ 


anon requested: Lately I’ve been really craving some more stories about Sehun, and would love if one of you would write something about him! I was thinking about a sugardaddy!Sehun story where he helps pay for the girl’s college in exchange for her to accompany him to company events. Maybe he could be a rich entrepreneur like 8-10 years older than the girl? In the end it would be cute if he had fallen in love with the girl and asks her to be his girlfriend. If the idea doesn’t intrigue you though then don’t feel pressured! I would love if one of you wrote it because your writing is amazing, but if you’re not feeling too sure about the idea don’t sweat it! If you do decide to write it though, I will look forward to it! Thank you :)) 💓 


mini-serie, sugar daddy!sehun, ceo!sehun, fluff, age gap, smut (in later parts) | velvet

✎ What fucked you up the most were his eyes, they never told you what was happening in his mind and how much he was hurting. His mask was going not only to hurt himself, but both of you and what was silently rising between you.


Keep reading

anonymous asked:

BTS teaching their child to walk please thank you.

I’m soft, okay

Jin:

Jin had the day with his son while you were at work. You hadn’t heard from him all day and getting worried you leave work early and come home only to find Jin gently holding his sons hand and waddling with him down the hallway. Jin would notice you standing in the door way and look up with a smile on his face. “Who’s that?” He would say softly to your son, pointing at you. When your kid noticed you he would smile happily and start excitedly half wobbling half walking down the hall (with Jin holding on to him of course) to meet you.

Originally posted by blackandwhitebangtan

Yoongi:

 That day you had been particularly tired since you were up most of the night with your daughter. Yoongi felt bad since he was at the studio all night and instead of waking you that morning he decided he would take care of her himself. He was surprised when she started standing and holding on to the table, opening her hand and clasping Yoongi’s finger in it. He would smile and before he knew it he was on the floor, holding onto his daughter while she started walking from one side of the room to the other. When he saw you standing in the hall with a smile plastered on your face he would smile happily and pick his daughter up, pulling you into a kiss.

Originally posted by sugagifs

Hoseok: 

Hoseok would be spending the day with you at the park watching closely as your son played on the swing sets, laughing and calling out to you two to show you “tricks” often. When your daughter saw how much fun your son was having she looked up at Hoseok, making a noise and holding her hands out. Chuckling, Hoseok would gently sit her on the ground steadying her on her feet and holding her hands as she excitedly waddled towards your son and yourself. Hoseok would be laughing and excitedly encouraging her to keep going and then cheering happily when she made it to the swing sets.

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

Namjoon: 

Namjoon was never rough with either one of your children together. He was very gentle and so far the only thing he managed to break was the crib (which you eventually replaced). Your daughter had started walking and neither one of you were happy about it, but you couldn’t do anything about it. You were mainly the one to help her walk to Namjoon (who was usually becoming shy and more excited than your daughter was. It was because he was scared of accidentally hurting her (which you knew he wouldn’t). One day you decided that you wanted him to help her walk, he didn’t want to at first but eventually gave in and did it anyways. Your daughter held one of his fingers while his free hand steadied her. When she squealed in excitement it visibly terrified Namjoon and he looked at you with an “Oh, God. Did I kill the baby?” look that made you laugh so hard you were struggling to get air to your lungs. It took a while for you to explain to him that she was just excited and he didn’t hurt her.

Originally posted by jeonyween

Jimin: 

Jimin was always helping with your son (who he absolutely adored). It was honestly the cutest thing watching him get excited when his son did the smallest of things like smile at him or make noises (which Jimin would imitate and say that he was “speaking his language”) when your son started walking Jimin was very unhappy about it, playfully scolding his son when he would stand (who in return would give him a confused look, then look at you to make sure he hadn’t done something wrong) Jimin was reluctant at first but eventually started helping him walk around the house, smiling and getting excited when his son walked a few steps on his own. (Jimin would be a soft as father don’t fight me on this)

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Taehyung: 

Tae adored his daughter and you absolutely loved that she had his box smile and big eyes. Tae would love watching you help your daughter walk, embracing her in a hug when she waddled towards him and kissing you just because he was happy about it. The first step she took he made sure to notify everyone, and I mean everyone. When he would help her walk he made sure you were in the room and said that he had been helping her for a while and wanted to show you something. Halfway through her walking he let go of her, still behind her in case she fell. She smiled and squealed happily, a noise which Tae imitated. He looks at you with a wide smile and scooped his daughter up in his arms then pulled you in to a deep kiss, telling you how lucky he was to a have a child with you.

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Jungkook:

Jungkook loved his daughter and he was hella excited about your son that was on the way. Your daughter was only a year old and had just recently started standing for short periods of time and waddling short distances from Jungkook to you. When he helped her walk it was the cutest thing you had ever seen. When he helped her walk he would have the biggest smile on his face you had ever seen from him and the first time he let go of her and she walked over to you on her own he excitedly scooped both of you up in his arms and kissed all over his daughters face.

Originally posted by missbaptan

- Bear

anonymous asked:

Can you tell us a paranormal experience you have encountered?? *Gets comfy by fireplace and snuggles up with blanket*

sure! jeez, this one must have been like almost 10 years ago, but a few friends and i went up to a local haunt in some haunted woods. some of us had been there before, some hadn’t. now, let me tell you about my old friend emily. she had really bad anxiety, like, wasn’t a fan of being home alone, didn’t like horror films, kind of afraid of the dark. she was pretty reluctant to come with us in the first place and i don’t even remember how we convinced her to go. anyways, we get there and checked out the house and such, everything was fine. across the street was a big red barn where a few kids were hung, so we ended up in there. after who knows how long we head back to the car and realize emily was missing. remember i told y'all how she was really scared to be there and wasn’t a person who would put herself in this type of situation. so me and another chick went back into the barn and were like wtf? this is really weird? i shined the flashlight through the barn and she was like, standing in the dark in a corner of the barn facing the wall. when we called to her, she turned around and.started walking towards us like, laughing and giggling. but, it def wasn’t her voice comin out of her it was one of the scariest things. then she just passed out on the floor and we brought her back to the car and she came to, having absolutely zero idea why she had just woken up in the car on the way home 😈

Note: This is a little based on a dream I had last week, and a little based on @anicez-shamy‘s suggestion of punishment based on that dream. (It’s a little dirty, but not graphic.)

Sheldon checked his watch. It was nearly nine, so he knew he needed to put down the controller and get back across the hall. Amy was waiting for him. She probably looked delicious as she lounged on their bed waiting for him, and he couldn’t wait to see her.

Keep reading

so everyone has these cute stories of the first time they met their internet friends in person, right? cause when i met mine i thought i too would have a good one to tell. but when i hugged her goodbye after spending a weekend at a convention with her i started crying and quickly turned around so she couldn’t see, and as i started walking away fucking ALL STAR starts playing perfectly in time with my steps. so here i am, steaming tears rolling down my ugly face as i swing down the steps to the beat of somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me like some kind of fucked up music video and ive never been the same since

anonymous asked:

Is Hillary really that deliciously thicc irl? What about her hands?

well I couldn’t really see her legs much because there was a tall person sitting in front of me blocking the view of her from the waist down, and when she walked in she was surrounded by people helping her up…but…her hands oh my god I was literally hypnotized by them, she kept interlacing her fingers together and moving her hands as she talked and they just looked so perfect she has the most gorgeous hands of anyone I’ve ever seen

i was rewatching IT and these are the things i nitpicked noticed/thought

after Stan was attacked in the sewers, while the Losers (sans Bill, that hypocrite) were comforting him, Eddie had his face tucked near Stan’s neck, murmuring comforting things to him and I’m just.

eddie and richie’s long ass hug at the end of the blood oath

the way stan grinned at richie and eddie after he said “i hate you”

after bill saw georgie’s coat, richie and eddie take their (rightful) place by his side, and that’s kinda symbolic since they’re the “founders” of the losers club

ben’s teal hoodie

bill’s pretty darn annoying. i love him but goddamn does the lad make me want to sit him down and have a good long talk about the horrors and misfortune that’ll befall his friends

also, regarding the projector scene. richie didn’t just pull eddie to him, he tugged.

when they were in the sewers, it’s always ed who points out when someone is missing.

the lil curl that bev’s hair does when it’s wet

also why didnt bev’s dad already notice the card ben gave her in the bathroom scene ? it was right on the fuckin bathtub for christ’s sake

the way eddie was tryna fight off a smile when Pharmacy Bitch was “signing” his cast

also the way his face fell when he saw what she wrote

(it made me want to fuckin fight a child)

the way eddie’s mom shouts, “don’t do this to me!”

eddie’s constantly so fuckin worried man it makes me want to just bundle him up

Where The Fuck Are Ben’s Folks?

henry fuckin cowering from his pa made me unbearably angry

henry’s pa just makes me fuckin livid

the way henry walks when he sees the balloon? he

also henry friends going, “are you ok” in that concerned way really puts layers to their character

(jack dylan grazer is a gorgeous child??? the)

he’s got Beauty Moles n shit

also sophia lillis kinda sorta looks like lily collins

(i cast my gal sophia as ariel in the live action little mermaid)

the way stan constantly sounds nervous

eddie’s really small.

richie and eddie’s banter about the loogie

also, richie and eddie is always at odds. it’s like they’re competing on who can say the most words in the shortest period of time

stan “i’m fuckin done” uris

the way bill’s lips twitched when stan said he hates him

also, bill “let’s not split up” denbrough turnin into bill “brb i gotta go check some shit out lol” denbrough real fuckin quick

the way they’re just.. takin snacks from eddie’s house. den mom eddie (?)

eddie, stan, and mike being on the same Not Really Digging Bill’s Hobby Of Spending Time In The Sewer team

when richie was panicking (at the MISSING poster), eddie was just covering his mouth helplessly

richie finally becoming part of Not Really Digging Bill’s Shit team after he managed to get all of them (mostly his boy eddie) in danger

Since you can cast without a staff in DA, plus the remark of a mage Inquisitor at the opening sequence at DA:I that they didn’t need a staff to be dangerous, it’s probably fairly common that apostates go without notice because they use different things to act as their magical focus?

A trader on the road with dozens of pretty baubles glimmering against her dark skin, coordinated beautifully with her outfit, and folks swear they see fire dancing in her eyes. Templars let her pass without a second look. Bandits who dare to stop her on the road die tormented, grotesque deaths as she burns them alive; calls lightning from her rings, fire from her necklaces and bracelets.

A nondescript, smiling clerk in Denerim. He puts up with rude customers but knows the movement of every thief in his store. No one sees the sigils carved under each of the display tables.

A scribe with a favorite quill. When she knows no one is watching, she twirls it and sends up a tiny whirlwind of golden sparks. Sometimes when her hand starts to cramp in the dead of night, she’ll stand up and walk around the room, stretching. The quill continues its diligent march across the vellum alone.

A hunter, a favorite old face in the small community he lives by. He’s hailed as the greatest of hunters; he always finds game, no matter the season. His secret is a song, a whistling whimsical tune that the spirits of the forest whistle back, tell him where to go to seek out rabbits and deer and foxes.

The Boxer Part Two

Pairing: Y/N and Harry

Word Count: 5K

WARNINGS/TRIGGERS: MENTIONS OF MISCARRIAGE AND PHYSICAL FIGHTS.

Prompt: 

“You’re supposed to be in the hospital gown, it’s why we laid it out for you,” Y/N stated, pointing the pen in her hand at the white gown by his feet.

“I’m not wearing that paper shit,” Harry grumbled, “and I’m perfectly fine to leave.”

“That cut says otherwise,” Y/N says.

Harry watches as she sets down the clipboard and turns on the sink to wash her hands, she’s cute. She’s nothing like the kind Harry would go for. His usual prey would be at the bar, lonely, maybe going through a breakup, but he knew for sure that by the end of the night she would be in his bed. Y/N on the other hand looked like too pure for him, and he hated that look.

From his experience Harry had learned that girls like Y/N believed that they were too good for a guy like him. Girls like Y/N, with an innocent smile, soft skin, and soft voices, tended to only use him for one thing, to make their parents upset. Harry had seen it time and time again, it was only a matter of weeks before the girl would crush his heart and move on to someone better.

“I don’t feel anything,” Harry stated.

Harry had grown numb to just about everything. He couldn’t feel the punches thrown at him, he couldn’t feel his emotions, it all just seemed gone to him. He didn’t mind though, no emotions meant he couldn’t get hurt, and no pain meant he was unstoppable.

or

Boxer Harry Styles highers, incredibly perky Y/N as his on-call nurse.

Part One


Harry wasn’t sure which he hated the most, expression his emotions, or having to handle them.

Keep reading

It Wasn’t Real (part two)

Summary: You’re part of the infamous Loser’s Club, and often asked, what are you afraid of? You reply, nothing, but what your friends don’t know is that your biggest fear is them.

prologue - one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight - nine - ten - eleven - finale

A/N: I hope you all enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Send me a little comment in the ask section or leave it below on what you thought of this chapter. It doesn’t have to be long, I appreciate every single comment I receive and telling me just helps inspire me to write it more frequently.

Pairing: Loser’s Club x Reader, slight Henry x Reader (you’ll see) and slight Eddie x Reader

Warnings: force, bullying, depressing and sad tones, pennywise.

Tag’s List: @chalatea - @darlingimafangirl - @chalatea - @myfriendmagislit -@frozenhealswrites - @fl0werb0nes18 - @emotionallyenterprised - @alec-lighwccd - @bellasett - @starshininginthedark - @tastefulcaring - @impulsivesuperrobin - @newtandthediamonds - @huge-waste-of-time - @jess-sxcks - @theoraekensnotsosecretlover - @moonageharry - @nieligator - @sufferingstilinski - @the-fantastic-fandom-dork - @horsiesandstuff - @arianamichelle04 - @allofmyships - @darlingimawriter - @gcnnyweasleys - @redvelvet-cupcake - @almusanzug - @d0nt-g0-imagines - @brighter-thanthe-sky
wanna be featured? message me letting me know!
bolded is who I couldn’t tag.


Originally posted by eddiekcspbrak

When you’d woken up that morning, the house was yet again filled with silence.

The weekend, in your opinion had gone by too quickly as you woke up that Monday morning. You had the house to yourself, as your mother hadn’t come home all weekend, but that in itself wasn’t odd. Your mother could not come home for days on end, weeks, depending on what man she’d found and set herself up with for a while.

Your mother would rather spend her time with randoms strangers that could hurt her for all she knew, than see her own daughter.

But of course, you weren’t shocked and it most definitely wasn’t anything out of the norm. And on the plus side, it meant you got to be by yourself for a while, which never seemed to happen anymore. You liked to believe that’s why the weekend had gone by quickly, and not because you dreaded the faces you were going to see when you walked through the school halls.

You sighed heavily as you sat up in your bed, groaning as you felt the muscles in your back pop. You tried to ignore the creaking your bed made as you moved, a constant annoyance as you tried to sleep at night. Letting your eyes fall on the alarm clock, you read the time seven in the morning, the time you usually woke up. Which also meant you had about thirty minutes to get ready.

You paused for a moment, letting your eyes wander around you. Something felt off, you weren’t sure just what yet. But there was an unsettling feeling in your stomach. Shrugging it off, you got up off your bed and begin getting ready for school.

It seemed though, that that morning you’d gotten a bit lost in your mind. You were suppose to leave at seven thirty, since it was a fifteen minute walk to school and classes began at eight-fifty in the morning. When you’d finally finished getting dressed, and throwing your hair up in some kind of look, the clock read seven-thirty-nine. You had about eleven minutes to get to school, which wouldn’t be bad, if you hurried.

Grabbing your bag off the kitchen table, where it’d been all weekend, you rushed out the door, slamming it behind you. You nearly tripped over your own feet as you ran down your steps, stumbling forward ungracefully. As you turned the corner to begin your walk on the road, you felt yourself slam against another. 

The force of the hit made you stumble back slightly, only for you to loose your footing and slam onto your butt. You huffed in annoyance, moaning in pain as you landed unnaturally on the concrete beneath you. 

“I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” Though your mind drifted from your own pain when you’d heard the voice, a voice that you’d never forget. It was a lot deeper than you remembered, but that was to be expected. Your thoughts were only confirmed when you peered up above you, and saw the familiar dark brown eyes above you.

“Mike?!” You asked, your voice cracking besides yourself. Mike looked away from his bike, the same bike he’d ridden as a child you’d noticed, and the packages packed within the basket to you. You watched his face fall, and his eyes flitter up above you to your house. “I’d forgotten this was your house…”

While it was an innocent enough statement, you felt your heart burn. He’d forgotten where you’d lived but you hadn’t forgotten the bike he used to ride as a child. 

Snapping out of your thoughts, you looked at your wrist watch; seven-forty-three. You didn’t accept Mike’s hand as you crawled up yourself, dusting off your jeans in a haste before turning and running the other direction. 

“Y/N?!”

“School!” You called back, looking over your shoulder. “I’m gonna be late!”


“You’re late… Ms. Y/L/N.” You paused in the doorway, you’d barely walked through the door before your science teacher had alerted everyone else of your presence. Clenching your fists, you nodded your head, already knowing if you were to say anything else it’d back fire on you.

Your stupid science teacher didn’t even spare you a glance, didn’t look up from his desk. But the many students sitting in their desks did, anything to get them away from the boring text book work they’d had to start. You checked your watch briefly, you were four minutes late. That’s it. You could still feel your heart pumping against your chest sporadically, and your breathing coming out unevenly.

You waited impatiently at the door, practically begging to be allowed in. “Please step out.” He ordered you, and you felt your mouth fall open in shock. “B-But i’m only four minutes lat-”

“Four minutes too late, Ms. Y/L/N.” Your science teacher interrupted you. Finally he looked up at you, but only halfway. You sputtered for a response, you were never late. Not once. You arrived five minutes early even if you could, but this one day. One day! And he was acting as if you’d committed a crime. “You know the rules. If you are late, you do not to come to class.”

It wasn’t normal that you got angry. Hell, half of the time it looked as if you didn’t even know what emotions were. But you could feel your chest burning, as if you’d been shot and the anger run through your body. So, you did the first thing that flew to your mind. “Fuck you.” And stormed out the door.

“Ms-Ms. Y/L/N! Get- You get back here right now!”

You stomped through the hallways, passing by a few skippers who gave you odd looks. But no part of you cared. You were stressed, tired and exhausted. None of you wanted to deal with any of this today, but you knew that you’d later regret that. When it came to tomorrow and you had to walk through the doors, but all of that slipped through your usual rationale mind.

You slammed the school doors behind you, walking around the steps up that you’d just descended down and fell against the school wall. You stood there for a moment, huffing in anger as you leaned your head against the brick wall behind you. What a dick…

Sighing, you reached into your bag, searching through until your hands fell on the intended object. Pulling out the box, you flipped the lip open, taking out the lighter and one cigarette stick. You stared at the cancer stick for a moment, you hadn’t smoked in a while, mainly because your mind had been on so many other things. It’d been Henry who’d gotten you into the habit but in a sick sort of way, you only did it because you distinctly remember Beverly had.

In it’s own twisted way, it felt like you were keeping a part of her to yourself. Even if it was a decease stick.

You don’t know how long you stood there, leaning against the wall and pumping your lungs with toxicity. It felt like a good while, just you and your thoughts. But the moment was ruined when you heard yelling and a bunch of words being mumbled and stumbled over together. You furrowed your brows, sighing as the peace and quiet was ripped from your ears before dropping the cigarette stick and squishing it with your shoe.

When you walked around the ledge of the staircase, which you’d been hiding behind, you found the one and only Henry Bowers. Of course Victor and Belch were with him, along with two other people you didn’t bother to remember. You’d been wondering where your boyfriend was, seeing as he liked to skip you’d thought you’d see him walk by.

But it seemed he’d had his hands busy if the struggling boy in the middle was anything to go by.

You would’ve walked off, like usual until you realized who they held in their arms. It seemed Eddie Kaspbrak was still a popular target for your boyfriend… You wondered why you’d never noticed that.

Nonetheless, you continued walking, making your way over to the five boys. “Hey, Henry.” You smiled lightly, bringing his attention on you. Whatever he’d been whisper to Eddie immediately feel silent on his lips as he found you. “Y/N, just who i’ve been looking for.” He grinned, and you refused the urge to cringe. “Come, it’s time to play.”

His words made you freeze, forgetting everything you’d been about to do as you stayed still. Henry noticed your sudden change in attitude and raised an eyebrow your way.

“What did you say?” You asked, fear etching your voice.

“What?” Henry asked, not amused. Blinking, you shook your head. You were overthinking it; “n-nothing.”

You did your best not to make eye contact with Eddie, who’d quieted his sobs but you could still hear him breath heavily in fear. You only hoped this worked…

Leaning up against Henry’s side, you peered up at him, smiling lustfully. You went up onto your tip-toes, breathing into his neck while you whispered; “why don’t we go somewhere?” When you leaned back, you watched his eyes widen and a disgusting smile fall on his lips.

A hand wound around your waist, and you felt yourself press against Henry. You looked over at Eddie who was still being held in Victor’s and Belch’s hands. Henry nodded and the two of them let Eddie go, but not without kicking him to the ground. You refused to flinch as you heard the thud and Eddie’s moan of pain, instead deciding to smile over at Henry who’d let go of you.

He walked over to Victor and Belch, whispering so you couldn’t hear but you could imagine what they were saying. And it made you disgusted.

Taking his distraction as a chance, you leaned down, grabbing Eddie who flinched from your grasp. He looked up in fear only to find you and nodding at him, you leaned down to grab him, helping him up. Eddie stumbled but nonetheless found his feet again and went to say something to you, but your mind was on something else.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw Henry turn towards you, so you shoved Eddie away. He nearly tripped over his own two feet, but caught himself and peered back at you. Henry stepped up to you and you saw his face falter, for even just a second, he’d saw…

“I heard you told a teacher to fuck off today, Y/N.” Henry grounded out; “that’s my girl.” You closed your eyes at his words, hating when he objectified you like that. You hated it even more know that Eddie was there to witness it. Reaching a hand out, Henry grabbed ahold of your wrist much like yesterday, but this time his grip was much more hard. Almost bruising.

You winced, but didn’t fight as he started walking off.

Eddie stayed behind, watching the encounter before him in shock before he felt two shadows fall over him. “Enjoying the show, freak?” Victor sneered and Eddie took a step back in habit.

“Run off, Eds.”


The next day went much like you expected, you got detention. Of course you didn’t much care, it gave you an excuse not to have to see Henry after school. 

Though first half of the day was hell, boring. Not to mention having to explain the bruise on your wrist to your mother when you’d gotten home that night. She didn’t much care for you as long as you looked pretty. A bruise on an underage kid could be un-beneficial for her, so it was important you looked untouched.

Slamming your locker door shut, you pounced your knee, wanting to get outside as quick as you could for lunch. You need a cigarette and bad, no matter how bad it was for you. But as you turned around, something made you freeze. 

IT. IT. It- It stood there, through the midst of a crowded hallway. IT. You felt your eyes go wide and your heart beat grow rapid as IT raise it’s hand and waved slowly at you, teasingly slow and a sickening smile grew on it’s lip. But- but how? How? You and the rest- you’d defeated him. At least for another twenty-seven years when you were long and gone.

It’d only been four.

And for the first time that number seemed small, when for you those four years had been agonizingly long.

“Wha- what?” You whispered out.

“I’m back!” Pennywise cheered, aloud but not one of the other kids noticed anything. How? “I’m back. I’m back! Back! Back, back, back, back.”

“Come back, Y/N!” Blinking, IT was gone. As if he’d vanished, and when you looked in the place he’d stood, nothing. Furrowing your brows, you stepped back only for your eyes to fall before you on another figure. “Eddie?!”

“I’ve been calling you for two whole minutes, Y/N.” Eddie frowned, “are you okay?” It felt odd for him to ask that question. To seem as if he cared.

“I-I-” You looked past Eddie’s head, IT wasn’t there. “I’m fine… Eddie, why are you here?”

“I wanted to thank you for yesterday…” Eddie mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck in shame. His words made you pause, and you to finally focus on him completely. 

“For what?”

Eddie seemed genuinely surprised you didn’t know what he was referring to; “for helping me with Henry and his friends…” You didn’t miss the way his eyes flew to your wrist where the purple and blue mark was growing darker. You grabbed it with your other hand, hiding it from view and cursing yourself for not wearing a longer sleeved sweater. “If you hadn’t come when you had… well, i’m not sure what would’ve happened.”

The experience of speaking to Eddie was so foreign to you, and you felt great discomfort grow within you. Now, you really needed a puff. “It’s fine, don’t worry about it.” You rambled on, looking past him; “look, Eddie I need to go-”

“Eds!”


Part Three?

Please let me know what you thought!

One Missed Call (Angst)

A/N: Prepare yourself. It’s quite a ride. This is my first time doing angst so feedback is definitely appreciated. Enjoy! 

After what feels like forever, the plane finally touches down in his home city of Toronto. Shawn lets out a deep, strangled sigh, rubbing his eyes. He’s exhausted from the extended time that he’s been away from home, but he honestly wishes he was still on the road for just a little while longer. He knows he should be excited; he should be happy even. Today is the day he will finally see her after months of being apart, but when she comes to mind, his stomach turns and he’s disgusted with himself. All he can think about is what he did. He shakes away the thought in his head and pulls his carry-on over his shoulder as he makes his way to his designated baggage carousel to collect his belongings. It takes him 15 minutes to find all his bags before he continues down the long hall towards the revolving exit doors. Geoff is outside the airport for him. His plane was early, but he didn’t want to bother her to take off work and have to come get him. He isn’t ready to see her just yet anyways. He just needs a little more time to think. He walks out the doors and props up his suitcase. While waiting for his friend to show, his eyes wonder upward, gazing at the black sky, contemplating what the hell he should do when he gets home. He can’t hide it forever; his guilt will eat him alive.

Keep reading

Absolutely And Completely

So I’ve just been having major Dad!Harry feels lately and came up with this little fluff piece.

Literally nobody asked for this

Warnings: Sickeningly cute Dad!Harry fluff

Keep reading

Fic: Cold Comfort (Velora, Vex, Percy)

[AO3 | FFN | More Fic]

Major spoilers for Episode 115.

Two years after the battle with Vecna, Velora returns to Whitestone for several long-overdue conversations.

Cold Comfort

Velora stops at the shrine to the Raven Queen first, padding cautiously into the room, the stonework ice-cold beneath her bare feet, and says, softly, experimentally, “I hate you.”

The shrine is empty at this early-evening hour, and so her words echo louder and more certain than she means them to. She swallows shyness with the remembered taste of ashes on her tongue, pushes past the heavy stench of blood in her nose and mouth, and says it louder, her voice cracking on the shout. “I hate you!”

There are no ripples on the surface of the small pool of blood, no dramatic flurry of feathers or dark wings curling around her. It’s just a cold, stinky room.

She clears her throat, rubs her face to stop her lower lip quivering, and says, “Thank you,” before turning on her heel and starting the long, slow trudge up to the castle.

Keep reading

More Than Friends (Bill Skarsgård)

Originally posted by karlmordo

Based upon: Being Bill’s makeup artist on the set of It. As filming goes on, you start to think of him as more than a friend. Fearing you’ll let something slip, you act more reserved around him, causing him to wonder what is wrong. Near the end of the shoot, you confess your feelings and he reciprocates, leading to sex back at your place.

Getting paid to do someone’s makeup was what she considered to be the greatest job on the planet. However, the people one works with can really make or break the experience. Being hired to do makeup for Pennywise and the kids of the Losers Club in the newest adaptation of It was a dream come true. Never before had she been hired to create such a complex look, it was challenging and exciting.

Bill was the nicest person she ever met, thought she ever would meet. After some months of daily makeup sessions, the two became friends.


“How was filming today?” She asked him as he climbed into her trailer.

“Good. We shot my forest scenes today.” He replied, giving her a smile.

She cringed, “Don’t smile. At least not until I take that makeup off.”

He rolled his eyes before shutting the door behind him and made his way over to her, dressed in his regular clothes. She was busy taking out makeup removers, a face cloth, cleansers and moisturizers; everything she needed to take off the product. So he sat down in his chair in front of the large mirror which was adorned with lightbulbs covering the frame.

She came up behind him, her eyes meeting his in the reflection. “You look ugly.” She joked, her eyes playful.

He snorted, “Yeah, yeah. Get on with it.”

She carefully removed his wig and placed it on the counter before slipping her fingers under the cap which covered his hair. He closed his eyes with relief when she pulled it off, freeing his hair. She glanced at him, noticing he was massaging his head and laughed loudly.

“You try wearing that thing all day.” He complained.

“I have, just not that one.” She smirked.

She grabbed the bottle of hydrating remover and removed the cap, letting the liquid soak through the cloth before dragging the fabric over his forehead. The white product came off easily, making the white of the cloth even brighter.

“Close your eyes.” She said softly.

His pale eyes met her dark ones before he closed them. The fabric ran over his face, making his skin feel healthier, clean and fresh.


“Alright, time for your favourite part.” She joked. She liked to tell him that he was getting a free facial everyday, so he should be thankful and totally in her dept.

“You know me well.” He laughed back.

He liked the feeling of her smart fingers tracing over his skin, especially with his eyes closed.

“I can’t believe we’re wrapping soon.” He confessed as her hands worked wonders on his skin.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. Only one week left.” She remembered.

She wiped toner over his freshly cleansed face, pushing his hair back when she cleaned his forehead.

“I’m glad I won’t be scaring everyone on set everyday.”

She giggled, “I think you’ll continue to do that anyway.”

His eyes flew open, filled with faux shock.

“You wound me.” He replied, holding a hand over his heart.

She swatted at him before admitting: “You couldn’t even do that if you tried. They have to hire me to make you look hideous.”

He closed his eyes again as she began to rub a gentle moisturizer into his temples.

“Mm, are you saying I’m incredibly handsome?” He questioned.

“Yes.” She said simply, her lips moving faster than her brain.

She mentally cringed and reached to grab more moisturizer so he wouldn’t feel her hands stiffen. She liked Bill. Scratch that, she really like Bill. After months of doing his makeup everyday, watching him film some scenes and grabbing lunch together almost everyday, she had a hard time seeing him as just a friend.

He cracked one eye open and watched her as she rubbed more cool product over his sharp cheekbones. She avoided making any eye contact with him.


“Okay, I’m all done.” She said quickly.

She grabbed all of the products and materials that she had brought out and walked to the opposite end of the trailer. She had her back to him as she placed everything back on the shelves.

He is Bill Skarsgård, world famous actor who was born into an acting family. With a large group of dedicated fans and following, she assumed he would just say a quick “Goodbye” and leave for the day. He was up at five am to begin makeup and then shot a solid amount of footage while wearing a stuffy costume and full face of make up in the summer heat of Toronto. So when she felt hands slip onto her waist, she froze were she was, her hand gripping the bottle of toner tightly.

He stepped closer to her, his body flush against her back.

Slowly, she removed her hand from the bauble and placed it alongside her other on the counter. She was conflicted, did not know how to truly feel about his contact.

“Bill…”

He turned her around to face him. He saw she was biting her lip nervously, arms limp at her sides. He moved his hands up from her waist to her neck, then cheek as he looked into her eyes. Her chest was rising and falling heavily causing her breasts to swell against her blouse.

He leant down to her height and pressed his lips against hers, combing his hand through her soft hair. She stood frozen for a second before melting into his touch, responding with as much desire as he did. Her hands wrapped around him, gripping his back tightly as her lips moved against his.

Suddenly, he backed her into the counter, emitting a moan from her. God, he wanted her. After months of getting to know her, having her do his makeup and laugh with him; he wanted nothing more than to finally show her how much she mattered to him.

He moved his hands to the back of her thighs, “Jump.” He mumbled between kisses.

She wrapped her dress pant clothed legs around his hips and her arms wove their way around the back of his neck, fingers tangling and pulling at his locks.

He moved his smooth lips down her neck, kissing, sucking and biting as he went. He back arched into him and he gripped her hips harder, making her head dip back.

“Do you wanna… go to m-my place?” She breathed.

He gave her lips a swift kiss, “Yes.”


She un-clasped the buttons of her navy blue blouse as she straddled Bill’s lanky body. Once all the buttons were open, she slowly slid the sleeves down from her shoulders, exposing her red push up bra. He grinned up at her.

He let her take off his belt before he flipped her over and began go peel off her pants and then his own as she tugged off his shirt.

He almost moaned at the sight of her; chest beating heavily, breasts heaving wilding, tousled hair, parted lips.

He wanted to touch every inch of her.


Her whole body buzzed with adrenaline and pleasure, it was so overwhelming that it felt unreal. There was absolutely no way that Bill Skarsgård was having sex with her, touching her like no one else could. Yet, he was.

She wanted to moan loudly, scream his name and cry out but despite everything that happened that day, she chose to stifle her moans so they only came out a sharp breaths.

He hit deep inside her and she clawed on his back, holding him desperately as to not make a sound.

Another thrust sent her head against his shoulder, her moan being muffled by his hot skin.

“I want to hear you.” He said deep and huskily.

She let her head fall back onto the pillow beneath her and she wholeheartedly gave herself to him.

“B-Bill.” She moaned as he pushed deep inside of her.

Her back arched into his touch and he swore: “Shit. God… Y/N.”

It hit hard, fast and all to powerful, bringing her over the edge and crying his name. He followed soon after.


They laid in her bed, panting and hot. She had her head rested on his chest and his arm was wrapped around her body, keeping her close to him. She reached for his free hand and intertwined their fingers. He pressed a soft kiss to their hands.

“Bill?” She looked up at him.

“Hm?”

“I’m going to miss you a lot.” She whispered quietly, looking at their adjoined hands.

“I’m not going anywhere.” He said simply, giving her hand a squeeze.

“You mean?”

“What I mean is,” He pushed her onto her back and sat above her, “I love you. I don’t want to go anywhere. That is, if you’ll have me?” He finished, gazing into her stunning eyes.

Those orbs began to tear up.

“Yes… of course.” Her voice shook with happiness.

He smiled at her and her lips spread widely back.

Their Fingers (Shawn Mendes x Reader)

Originally posted by pinepizzalove

“the most important conversations you’ll have are with your fingers” -rupi kaur

Let’s talk about the intimacy and what Shawn and Y/N’s fingers have gone through.

How they first touched each other when Shawn was walking into a café in front of Y/N and realised she was behind him so both of them grabbed for the closing door.

How they both waved at each other when they met again at a mutual friend’s party, realising they have bumped into each other previously.

How they high-fived when they had won beer pong when they had been put together in the same team.

How their hands were gross from cleaning up all the trash at the party, being the only two who weren’t passed out on couches.

How they typed on their phone screen after the party, not being able to stop talking to each other.

How they would casually bump into each other during their first date as they walked alongside the beach.

How Y/N’s cupped Shawn’s face during their first kiss.

How Shawn’s went directly in her hair and on her back.

How they eventually ended up tangling themselves together as the couple began to grow more serious and held hands.

How Shawn’s would go through Y/N’s hair each time they lay together, before going to sleep, or when they were watching TV.

How Y/N’s would knead all of Shawn’s tense muscles from all the pre-concert stress.

How Shawn’s would tap her knee softly in encouragement when she was nervous.

How Shawn’s would engulf Y/N’s cold ones on their countless night-time picnics.

How they held each other during their first time. How Shawn’s traced every single bit of Y/N’s body, wanting to feel all of her and discover all of her. How Y/N’s went to squeeze his hair when his were working wonders on her. How Shawn’s gripped the side of the bed in pleasure when Y/N was making love to him with her mouth.

How Shawn’s would occasionally cheekily slide up Y/N’s leg during dinnertimes with the parents.

How Y/N’s would grab onto anything she could of him when they hugged.

How Shawn’s would softly rub Y/N’s stomach every month to alleviate some of her pain.

How Shawn’s would grip his microphone a little tighter singing on stage as the piercing memory of Y/N back at home and away from him lingered in his mind.

How Y/N’s would hold a picture of him close to her during their times apart.

How Shawn’s would tingle with excitement as he opened a cab door outside the airport, knowing he would be going home to Y/N in less than an hour time.

How Y/N’s would clutch her lungs as she tried to breathe during their first fight.

How Shawn’s waving all over the place as he tried to explain his part of the fight.

How they held each other tightly when the fight resolved.

How Shawn’s thumb would slightly tap Y/N’s palm when they held hands in public, a signal that they were both thinking of the same thing but couldn’t say it out loud so just grinned internally at all their inside jokes.

How Shawn’s were full of sweat when he made sure the small box was in his pocket.

How Y/N’s jumped up to her mouth as Shawn got down on one knee.

How Y/N’s fourth finger looked as Shawn slid a bright ring onto it.

How Shawn’s always went around Y/N’s shoulder when they discussed wedding preparations.

How Y/N’s clammy fingers played with the white fabric of her dress right before she walked down the aisle.

How Shawn’s immediately relaxed when he took hers and lead her to the top of the altar.

How both of theirs went up to wipe each other’s tears after having kissed as bride and groom.

How they stayed interlaced as they danced across the floor to John Mayer and Ed Sheeran as their friends and families were smiling, and chatting, and helping themselves to wedding cake.

How both of their fingers were red from moving boxes back and forth to their new house.

How Y/N’s were filled with dirt as she planted roses in the front and back yard.

How Shawn’s clutched the pregnancy test to his chest after examining the result twice to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating.

How Y/N’s would grip onto Shawn’s tightly when her stomach grew huge and going up the stairs was cardio to her.

How Shawn’s never ceased to rub Y/N’s shoulder as they made their way into the emergency room.

How Y/N’s tried to crush all the bones in Shawn’s hand as she was giving birth to their child.

How Shawn’s grew feather soft when he first received their baby in his arms and gave the most minuscule tickle on its nose.

How Y/N’s relaxed into the hospital blankets as Shawn’s took a piece of her sweaty hair out of her eyes.

How each of theirs spent numerous times changing their kid’s diapers.

How Shawn’s would expertly open up countless jars of baby food.

How Y/N’s would rub the top of their baby’s head soothingly to get it to stop crying in her arms.

How one of theirs hands were interlaced and the other was softly touching their sleeping baby’s finger.

How all of this repeated itself when they had another baby.

How Shawn’s heart welled up when his toddler ran beside him to the playground, their whole hand wrapped around one of Shawn’s fingers.

How Y/N’s would slam the table as their adolescent was acting out again.

How Shawn would instantly massage her tense shoulders as they talked it out with their hormone-filled child.

How Y/N’s wiped her tears off her face when their kid graduated high school.

How Shawn’s wiped his tears off his face when their kid graduated university.

How Shawn’s would be holding his daughter’s as he walked her down the aisle to give her away.

How Y/N’s would run across her son’s hair when he moved across the country.

How Y/N’s and Shawn’s slowly became wrinklier but still as soft to the touch to each other as fourty years ago.

How one of their hands held the other’s while the other one held a photograph of time ago.

How Y/N would still hold the Shawn’s cheek when they kissed.

How Shawn’s would be dusting all the furniture during each holiday for their children and grandchildren came to visit.

How they spent the last of their days sitting on their porch gazing afar but still interlaced.

How Shawn’s held Y/N’s as she lay on the hospital bed at age ninety.

How they simply held hands, Y/N unable to speak with the air mask on her face.

How their fingers spoke for them, each little second of holding each other bringing back the memories of their life. How they said they wouldn’t have spent their lives anyway else and thanked each other for the years of love and companionship.

How Shawn kissed Y/N’s goodbye when Y/N left.

How the nurse put both of theirs together when Shawn joined Y/N in her slumber.

Originally posted by esraa1993

Did anyone else cry at this oml

2

The Baddest Thing

The perfect girl-next-door reputation has preceded Betty Cooper all her life, just as the rough and angry Southside Serpent reputation has preceded Jughead Jones. Could a simple dare in a small town diner challenge everything? 

Pairing: Betty Cooper x Jughead Jones 

A/U:  Jughead Jones has been an established Southside Serpent since his sophomore year of high school. He was never friends with Archie, Betty, Kevin, Veronica or Cheryl. Betty has been an established cheerleader since their sophomore year and her best friend Veronica has been dating Cheryl since then.

“Oh, really? And what’s the baddest thing you’ve ever done, Betty?” 

Betty’s face flushes as she glances warily at her best friend, Veronica, whose arm is slung lazily around the shoulders of her girlfriend, Cheryl. It’s a Saturday night and they had all been craving milkshakes and burgers post their late night movie binge. Betty had just been defending the fact that she was not as perfect as her reputation made her out to be. She, in fact, had a dark side. Cheryl, despite Veronica nodding supportively, obviously didn’t believe her. 

“I’ll tell you what’s the baddest thing I’d like to do,” Kevin giggled from his seat in the booth next to Betty, turning his gaze to the Southside Serpent that had just walked through the door.

A hush had fallen over the restaurant as the door thumped shut, a silent mixture of respect and fear filling the air. Betty fought the urge to whip her head around, instead choosing to casually glance at him over her shoulder.  

 Jughead Jones.

Keep reading

in which y/n stands harry up… again…

She tip toed through the door hoping by some grace of god that he wouldn’t be waiting up for her. She carefully peeked her head in each room before the rest of her body followed. It almost seemed as if she’d make it through the night unscathed, that is until she walked into their bedroom and saw him sitting on the bed, lower half tucked underneath the covers as he casually toyed around on his phone. 

He looked up as she entered the room cautiously, and she offered him a small, guilty smile to which he rolled his eyes. “Harry–” she began, but he quickly cut her off. 

“Don’t.”

She dropped her bags and scuttled over to the bed. “I’m sorry, H.”

“I said, ‘don’t’.”

“I know you’re mad, but please just let me explain.”

“Mad?” He chuckled manically. “I was mad the first three times you stood me up. I was mad for the first 45 minutes of sitting in that restaurant actually thinking you were going to show up this time. Now, I’m furious." 

She looked to him with sad eyes. "I tried calling you,” she muttered pitifully.

“Oh yeah thanks for letting me know you weren’t going to make it an hour after you were supposed to be there. Real considerate.” He stood up, rolling his eyes, seemingly too mad to stay seated any longer. 

She was a bit annoyed. It had been a long and trying day. She had every intention of meeting him for dinner, but corporate came down and she was more or less forced into working over time. She couldn’t bail, not when her team and her boss were counting on her, not when her job could possibly be on the line. “I couldn’t get to my phone, Harry. The big bosses came down. I really wanted to be there, but I couldn’t just leave. I’m sorry.”

“These days it just seems like it’s always something with you. You’re leaving early, getting home late, missing every date we set. Is there something you’d like to tell me?”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “I don’t like what you’re insinuating.”

He exhaled heavily. “Well, I don’t know what I’m supposed to think! We never talk anymore!”

"I’m trying to talk to you now, Harry, but you’re refusing to listen!”

He took a few deep breaths before sitting down. “Go on, then.”

She was a bit taken aback by his allowance. She just stood in front of him, blinking, as he waited for her to begin. Her mouth opened and closed a few times before her face twisted into a scowl. “You’re not my principal, and I’m not in trouble. I don’t have to explain myself to you.”

“Actually, I think that’s the least you can do.”

She crossed her arms and furrowed her eyebrows, leaning forward slightly in frustration. “Okay let’s not pretend that you’ve never been on this side of the situation, Mr. Rockstar. I never got this upset with you, though. So, why do you think you have the right to criticise me for any of this?”

He was about to respond, but instead he opted for running his hands down his face, finally calming down. “I’m not…” he paused trying to collect his thoughts. “I’m not trying to criticise you, and I’m sorry for blowing up on you, but I’m frustrated, love.”

“And you think I’m not? Harry, I hate this. I’m exhausted and stressed out all the time. We are the one thing that’s supposed to be easy.”

He nodded his head in agreement a few times, then motioned for her to move forward and into his lap. He nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck, breathing in her scent. It was the closest she felt to him in a solid month. “I just want to get back to us. But, I can feel you slipping through my fingers.”

She interlocked their hands. “I’m not going anywhere, H. At the end of the day, I’m always going to be right here. But, my job is super important to me. I like what I’m doing. I’m happy with the way things are right now, so it’d be nice if you could be a little more understanding.”

His face was the one that twisted up this time. “Babe… I have been understanding. I wasn’t even upset the first couple times, but this is becoming a habit. I think I have the right to be a little mad, at this point.”

She sighed heavily, getting up from his lap. “Well, I don’t know what you want me to say. I have to be available for my job. It’s not like I’m intentionally skipping out on you.”

He pulled his knees up to his chest. They were both attempting not to get worked up again. Neither of them enjoyed screaming matches like the one they had a few minutes ago. “So, your job is more important than me now?”

She shot him a slight look of disgust. “Okay, don’t do that. Because honestly? I’ve spent the last couple of years working around your schedule. I made myself available whenever you were. I had to deal with the missed dates and the not being back when you said and the leaving early in the morning and the getting stopped when we’re out because of fans and the constant invasion of privacy. Don’t forget that. I admit there were times when I was upset, more than upset, but I never held it against you. Why can’t you extend me the same courtesy?” She had been pacing the room as she recalled all the struggles she had to face simply because he  was who he was. 

“It’s Not. Just. About. That.”

She let out a small shrill, running her hands through her hair, as she spun on her heels facing him directly. “Then what is it! Please explain it to me!”

“It’s that I don’t feel like you love me anymore!” He closed the distance between them, but still had his voice raised in a way that sent chills down her spine and not in a good way. “I don’t feel like you need me, and that’s terrifying for me because most days I don’t think love is a strong enough word to describe how I feel for you! I know you have to deal with a bunch of BS being with me, but have I ever made you feel like I don’t want you?”

Her face paled considerably and she stood before him completely shell shocked. “No,” she choked out.

“Well, that’s how I feel,” he said, lowering his voice to a normal decibel, relieved that he finally got his point across. “It’s like when I see you, if I see you, walking around you look like the girl I fell in love with, but your mind and heart have already moved on.” He pushed away a few tears that tipped out of his eyes. “And you know you never really apologise for this kind of thing. You’re just like 'I got caught up at work’ or summat and you expect me to get over it.”

She immediately rolled up on her toes, wrapped her arms around his neck, and whispered “I’m sorry,” into his ear until both of their heart rates stopped beating so rapidly. Then, she cupped his face in her hands and kissed him nice and slow attempting to relay all the feelings she had for him that she’d been keeping trapped inside. “I love you so much. So so so much. I’m sorry I haven’t been doing a great job at showing it or telling you.”

He leaned into her touch and wrapped his arms around her waist, snuggling her as tight as possible, while nodding his head. “I know you don’t need as much verbal and physical confirmation as me, but please humour me, yeah?”

“Of course. I’ve just been so caught up in this project that I’ve been neglecting you, and I’m sorry, genuinely. But, can you do something for me, as well?”

He raised his eyebrows at her.

“Pull me aside and tell me if I’m being a knob, okay? Talk to me. I’m pretty evolved as a human being, but I haven’t quite developed telepathy, yet. Deal?”

He chuckled, sealing their lips together once more. “Deal.”