her i just woke up look is so good

I’m so scared.
Scared that you’ll get over me so fast.
That I am just a pass-by, a fling for you.
That you do like that girl that comments on all your instagram pictures more than you like me.
Even though you said you don’t.
That you’d prefer a girl who does look good in the morning when she just woke up,
without having to conceal the dark circles under her eyes.
That every moment with me would easily be replaced for moments with others.
That even though you say you love me, you don’t do nearly as much as I do love you.
— 

Please don’t leave

Excerpt of a book I’ll never write.

John wakes and feels tears on his face. His heart is pounding but he doesn’t quite know why- he can’t remember the specifics of the nightmare, he can only remember the vague feeling of running, of danger coming and him being unable to stop it.

He briefly wonders if this is the only reason he has woken but then he hears Rosie’s cries through the baby monitor. Sherlock stirs next to him and makes a deep “Hmmm?” noise, hovering between deep sleep and the beginnings of waking up.

John quickly reaches across and turns the baby monitor off. It’s not fair, it’s not fair on Sherlock.

He slips out of bed and goes to her. She is red faced with crying, little hands making little stubborn fists. John picks her up and she squirms. “Come on, Rosie, it’s okay,” he whispers, but he knows he doesn’t sound at all convincing. Pathetic.

She’s still hiccuping with the force of her tiny cries. John doesn’t know what to do. He carries her through to the living room, stands in front of his arm chair and tries to rock her.

But he knows nothing he’s doing is working- he can’t even soothe her with words now, his breathing is still all shallow and wrong, and she’s picking up on that, she can feel his chest heaving and John knows, God he knows, he’s just making everything worse, like al-

He feels Rosie being taken out of his arms. John inhales and gasps before noticing- it’s Sherlock, of course, standing in front of him. Beautiful, warm and safe and sleepy Sherlock.

“John,” Sherlock says. He tucks Rosie into his exposed shoulder, cupping her head gently with his hand. “John, it’s alright. Sit down.”

John feels like he can’t breathe. “John,” Sherlock repeats. His voice is soft and low and so incredibly thoughtful. “You can sit down, it’s okay.”

John doesn’t so much as sit down as collapse into his chair. Sherlock walks away with Rosie and John can hear him soothing her in the distance: “Hush, now. I know, I know, enough of that now, my darling girl. Hush. Hush. Ssh…”

John keeps breathing. He doesn’t know how much time passes, he’s only aware of Sherlock suddenly crouching down in front of him.

“That’s her drifted off again,” Sherlock says. His smile is so wide and genuine that the guilt pierces John all the more.

“Christ, I’m-Sher-I’m sorry. I just seem to m-make things worse.”

Sherlock shakes his head. Patient. God, how John loves him. “You know that’s not true, John. Besides-” He starts to grin a little- “- you got her the last two nights before I even woke up. It was my turn.”

John tries to laugh, but his breathing still feels all strange and wrong. Sherlock stands up. “Do you want- I could make some tea? Or water?”

“N-no. It’s okay, Sherlock, you go back to bed. I’ll just sit here, I’ll be fine in a minute.”

John closes his eyes, breathes in and out. He hears Sherlock’s footsteps fade away. Good. The man needs his rest.

But then, then come the oh so quiet notes of Sherlock’s violin. John opens his eyes and smiles. Sherlock is standing by the window, looking out into the night. He plays slowly and carefully, and John focusses on his breathing, relishing it becoming deep and even.

By the time John realises exactly what Sherlock is doing, he’s almost nodded off. The notes are soft and so slow, and John allows himself to follow them and…and he doesn’t know when his eyes were getting too heavy, but…and have they closed?…yes, he supposes they must…and his head, he can feel it moving forward down to his chest, and that’s fine…that’s…

A hand on his knee. John’s head slowly comes back up, his eyes open just enough to see Sherlock looking at him with the fondest smile.

“Come on, my good man, to bed with you,” he says.

John nods. It sounds like the best idea Sherlock’s ever had. He follows Sherlock as if wallowing through a heavy cloud- not inconvenient, it’s just everything seems so…slow…

He feels sleep pulling, he’s ready to be pulled under. He turns to Sherlock, half surprised that they’re back in bed. “Mmm, thanks Sher-” He yawns and Sherlock pulls him close, and John can’t keep his eyes open any longer. “Love you,” he manages.

He feels Sherlock press a kiss to his hair. He’s sinking down, down into the bed, his body so wonderfully heavy…

“Hush, now,” Sherlock says. “I love you, too.”

And John finally lets himself sleep.

Stiles dropped the book onto the table and opened it. The spine of it cracked. Some of the pages fell out and fluttered to the floor.

“Oh come on,” Stiles whined, “I just bought this one.”

The baby made an inquisitive cooing sound and reached for the book.

“No, Jellybean,” he said patiently, as he gently pried her pudgy hands away from it.

A half laugh, half choked sort of noise from across the table made Stiles lift his head. Derek was staring at him, eyebrows raised in question.

“I don’t want to give her a name, we’ll get attached. So that’s my nickname for her.” Stiles said, slowly.

Derek’s eyebrows seemed to crawl higher (which Stiles hadn’t thought possible until just then), “Yes, but, Jellybean?”

“It’s cute.”

Derek just huffed out another laugh and turned his attention back to the laptop.

“Not hard to find stuff about the fae, at least.” Stiles mused, “Although a lot of the lore seems to agree they’re nothing like Tinkerbell.” He held up the book to show Derek an illustration of a rather vicious-looking pixie, and bared his teeth in a poor imitation of it.

This seemed to delight Jellybean, as she let out a high-pitched squeal and waved her hands towards him. Stiles turned his attention to her and tickled her belly, and she dissolved into giggles. When Stiles looked up, Derek looked a little dazed. Stiles grinned at him.

“What?”

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I kinda told Lydia that I miss her and I can’t wait to get home.

Her heart soars, her chest expands, she sits up a little straighter when he hears his voice say her name.

She knows exactly what he’s talking about. It was just a few mornings ago that she woke up to find a voicemail on her phone. It didn’t surprise her; she had been getting a lot of that lately.

Hey Lydia, I’m in Virginia! We just crossed the border - not that that’s a big deal because DC is easy to get out of physically, but yeah, on my way to Quantico. Finally get to solve some actual cases.

She leaned back against her pillows, phone cradled to her ear, blinking sleep from her eyes.

And you’re probably just woken up and listening to this voicemail, so good morning! If I were there I would say you look really beautiful, because you’re always beautiful.

She couldn’t help it when she grinned and tucked her face into her pulled-up knees, hiding her bashful smile from no one. Compliments from him were plentiful, especially now that they were together, but they always caught her off guard. 

I already told you I will miss you…but…I miss you. I’m still not used to going to school and not seeing you there.

“I’m gonna miss you,” he told her the day she left him at his dorm.

‘We’ll still talk,” she had replied, not yet stepping out of his embrace.

“Yeah, but it’s gonna be weird, not seeing you every day. I need to see your pretty face. And Skype doesn’t count,” he’d added quickly when she opened her mouth to respond.

Since she drove back to Beacon Hills, he’d made sure she was constantly reminded that he thought of her, that he missed her, that he wishes he were by her side. Long distance wasn’t easy, but it was easier knowing she was still wanted, needed.

Just know that I’m thinking about you, every day, every moment, and I’ll always be looking forward to the next time I see you, in person. Whether it’s in Beacon Hills or DC or at MIT…wherever we may be, I will always come back to you. Remember I love you.

There’s a soft mwah! right before the message ends, telling her he blew a kiss at (or actually kissed) his phone before hanging up. That was how he ended his calls and voice messages. Remember I love you, kiss.

(She wonders if, had he the time, he would have kissed her the first time he said those words.)

As the voicemail plays, Stiles’ voice now addressing Scott, Lydia imagines him wandering the FBI training grounds with the same wide-eyed look he had when they were touring the federal city. She pictures him perusing assignment case files, tongue poking out of his mouth, pen behind his ear, his cute determined expression on his face. He is happy on the other side of the country, out of reach from the supernatural, and she cannot take that away from him.

So as much as she is aching to be with him again, she’s going to let him stay away.

(Little does she know, he’s already finding his way back home, to Beacon Hills, and to her.)

anonymous asked:

I am in desperate need of a Billy Hargrove x reader where the Billy can’t figure out why reader won’t agree to date him and one day the reader tells him it’s because he’s not husband material. Then he asks what husband material is and reader writes down A LITERAL LIST (good with kids, knows what he wants in life etc.) so Billy goes out of his way to show reader he’s everything on the list 😂

A/N: so this turned out to be way longer than expected. (I thought about maybe doing a part 2, but only if that gets requested.) Enjoy!

Warnings: language maybe?

Originally posted by stranglythings

“You know he’s only going to keep chasing you, right?”

On top of everything I had to deal with today, Amanda insisted on winding me up.

“And you know I don’t care, let him carry on if he wants to, he’s only wasting his own time.”

“Someone woke up on the wrong side of bed today,” she muttered under her breath with an eye roll, not appreciating my mood.

“I’m just stressed okay, we can have boy talk at the weekend, I just really need today to be over with,” I explained, earning a nod in response. She knew I wasn’t interested in Billy Hargrove. Of course I was intrigued when he started at school, and is still undeniably good looking, but he and I were never going to happen, so what was the point in entertaining the idea?

“Girl, you have one of the hottest guys in school eyeing you up and making a move pretty much every day,” she reminded me.

“And? It’s not like I’m rude to him,” I retorted, picking the crusts off of my sandwich. It was unexpectedly sunny today, the hood of Amanda’s car warming the back of my legs having been sat in the sun all morning.

“You’re not rude no, but you could be a bit more, I don’t know,” she trailed off at a loss for words.

“A bit more what? You know I’m not just going to fall on my back with my legs in the air for him. I appreciate that he’s insanely hot, and don’t get me wrong I’m flattered by the attention, I just don’t know.”

“Don’t know about what?” She questioned.

I paused a moment, trying to formulate my words. “Have you ever noticed that whenever he speaks to me, Tommy just stands there laughing? Like it’s all some kind of set up?” I hadn’t noticed it until recently, but as soon as I had I couldn’t tell if Billy was being genuine or not.

“Tommy’s an ass okay? Kid finds anything funny. Probably got a really easy sense of humour,” Amanda assured me. “Are you sure that’s the only reason you’re pushing him away?” She pressed me.

The bell rang, signifying the end of lunch. I threw the rest of my sandwich back in the bag, ready to dump it in the bin on my way back to class. Sliding down the hood of the car, I grabbed my bag, slinging it over my shoulder.

“Hello, I’m still waiting for an answer!”

“Have I ever told you how annoying you are?” I teased.

“Only every day,” she quipped back at me. “But seriously, there has to be a real reason.”

“What do you want me to say, that he’s not husband material?” I asked dramatically.

“Who’s not husband material?” My body stiffened at his voice, knowing this could only happen to me. I turned to face Billy, trying desperately not to blush.

“We were just-“

“You,” Amanda interrupted. I immediately turned to face her, mouth dropped open, mouthing a silent what the fuck?!

“Is that so?” He asked seeming somewhat amused.

“We were talking about you, yes, but not about marriage,” I clarified, “I don’t want to marry you.” As much as I tried to clear it up, I only seemed to be making everything worse.

“I’ve gotta run, but I’ll see you after fifth.” Without even allowing me time to protest, Amanda was off with a smile on her face, walking towards the main building.

I couldn’t help but cringe at the awkwardness of the situation, standing there in silence next to Billy with everyone walking by having a good stare.

I debated leaving too, ready to fight Amanda for leaving me, but Billy spoke before I could stage my escape.

“So you think I’m not husband material?” He questioned, a small smirk finding its way onto his face.

“I know you’re not,” I insisted.

“How so?” He asked, taking his bottom lip between his teeth. The tone of assertion in my voice did the opposite of my intention, if anything he seemed excited at the thought of a challenge. Before I could even speak, he was running a hand through his hair, still biting his lip.

I let out a small laugh, not sure how to respond to his outright flirting.

“That’s not gonna work on me, Hargrove.”

“Sure it is, it works every time.” His entire being radiated confidence, and he was always so sure of himself. Sure, it got him into trouble sometimes, but it was one of the things I admired him for.

“I’m sorry to be the one to disappoint you,” I said, my hand over my chest in fake sincerity.

By now everyone had made their way back to class, Billy and I being the only ones left in the parking lot. I knew I’d get a tardy, but a part of me would rather be talking to Billy than be sat in class thinking about him.

“C’mon then, let’s hear it. Why would you not marry me?”

I was taken aback at his clear dissatisfaction with what I’d said. The reasonable part of my head said it was his ego, desperate to learn what I couldn’t possibly like about him, and the other part, the part I desperately repressed, thought it might be due to the fact that could possibly like me.

“Billy we really ought to be in class, it’s already five past,” I noted, doing whatever I could to change the subject.

Again, he smirked, seeing right through my obvious deflection.

“Well in that case I’ll see you here tomorrow, same time.”

“For what?” Confusion evident on my face.

“For answers,” he clarified, before nodding his head and walking off, in the opposite direction of the school, leaving me utterly perplexed.

As much as I hated to admit it, I did spend the entirety of the next lunch on the lookout for Billy. Amanda was repeatedly moaning at me for not paying enough attention to her, or her stories from earlier that day.  

“That’s it, we can just sit in silence then,” she admonished, shoving the remainder of her lunch back into her bag, in a bad mood.

“I’m sorry I am listening,” I reassured her, “Something about Bradley?” I prompted her.

“I was actually talking about Connie’s atrocious eyeliner but whatever,” she finished.

“I haven’t seen her today, is it bad?” I asked, trying to sound somewhat interested.

“It’s terrible but that’s not the point, what’s with you today? You’ve been on another fucking planet since I picked you up this morning.”

I hadn’t exactly told Amanda what happened with Billy, mainly because she was too busy talking about herself the majority of the time, but also because I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it.

“It’s nothing, like I said yesterday I’m just stressed. It’ll pass.” I assured her.

“Well you’d better snap out of it or I’m taking you to the Nurse,” she warned jokingly, sliding down the hood of the car and grabbing her bag. “Anyway, I need to go make my excuses to Mr Jones about why I didn’t finish my project, wish me luck!” I shook my head at her persistent excuse making, laughing to myself.

Picking the rubbish up that she’d left on the car, I was about to jump down when the face I’d been searching for appeared in front of me.

“So, you got answers for me?” I laughed, amazed at Billy’s persistence.

“I do actually, hang on a second.” I reached down, grabbing my bag and resting it on my lap, flicking through the various notebooks and textbooks until I found what I was looking for. “Here you go,” I smiled, handing Billy a piece of lined paper.

“What the hell is this?” He asked, eyebrows almost meeting in confusion as he scanned it.

“It’s a list of reasons why you aren’t husband material,” I said as though I was stating the obvious. “Happy now?”

“You’re insane, you know that?” Looking up from the sheet of paper, he was actually smiling.

“So my Mom tells me,” I laughed, “are you going to quit it now?”

“Quit what?” He questioned, eyes back on the paper, reading down the list.

“Quit the flirting.”

“Firstly doll, I know you love the attention, so let’s not ignore that, secondly, ‘doesn’t look like he can boil an egg properly’ isn’t a reason for not being husband material,” he argued.

“Billy Hargrove, are you admitting that you can’t boil an egg?” I teased with a smile.

“I never said that, I just think it’s a bullshit reason and it definitely shouldn’t be on the list,” he rebutted, folding the sheet of paper into four and tucking it into the back pocket of his jeans.

“Hey, you wanted answers and you’ve got them,” I said gesturing to the list that he had put away.

“And you can be sure that I’m going to prove each and every one of them wrong,” he assured me.

“Didn’t you read the list Billy? I put ‘can’t take no for an answer,’ at the top for a reason.”

“Well in that case, are you free tomorrow night?” I tried to hide the redness on my cheeks. As much as Billy flirted, he’d never outright asked me out before. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He smiled, clearly taking my blushing as an agreement. “I’m going to go through this bullshit list, one by one, and prove I can do each and everyone one of them.”

Before I could even reply, the bell rang.

“I’ll see you tomorrow after school, okay?” I nodded, confirming our plans. Not a moment after Billy began to walk away, he turned back to me. “And if you happen to come across a baby bring that with you, I’m not quite sure how I’m meant to prove I’m good with kids otherwise.”

I couldn’t help but laugh, Billy not being able to help himself but smile either.


You can read part two here!

anonymous asked:

bengals are so gorgeous, but i've heard they're hard to keep for just anyone (like how certain dog breeds aren't for everyone)? i heard it a good while ago so this opinion might have changed, but i wanted to ask how Grim is! i assume she's crossbred? because you mentioned her dad in the tags before. (also sorry if my english is weird atm i just woke up from a hard nap)

yeah, Bengals are supposed to be SUPER high energy & physically quite strong!

Grim came from a backyard Bengal breeder (she was dumped at a vet’s office), so I reckon she’s half DSH. the photos of her dad just look a marbled tabby. she’s weirdly muscular (vet said her hind legs are thicccc), but also way more chill than a purebred Bengal - so like, happy to spend 20 minutes in the morning beating Pangur up & then take an excessive day-long nap

I’m on mobile waiting for a bus, so I’ll go back & edit this later if I haven’t properly answered your question

I’ve waited a long time for this

Pairing: Nick Robinson x Reader (Bookstore!AU)

Warning: Fluff, angst (kinda) and me just being a sucker for Nick Robinson

A/N: so this wasn’t requested but I wrote this for my english essay and my teacher enjoyed it so I thought “Priyanka just go out on a limb here with your teacher with a stone cold heart and hope they like it.” I promise to get my requests out as soon as possible, everything is just unfinished requests.

Originally posted by nixkrobinsxn


I waited my whole life for this day. No movie, book or “pep-talk” could prepare me for this moment. As I stand in front of my mirror and get ready for this special day. Every moment we ever shared plays like a never ending black and white 80s movie in my mind. 

The first day we met was unexpected. If God had sent me a message saying that I was going to meet my soulmate today I would have most probably laughed in his face and told him to tell me another joke. Nothing could have prepared me for the day we met, just like today. I felt as though I was having the worst day of my mundane life. As if the gods above decided when they woke up  "oh y/n has been having a good few days, lets make her feel like shit today.“ Firstly my hair curler broke, some dumbass (my roommate who I adore)  used the last of my anti-frizz conditioner, my dog, Athena, peed on my favourite shoes, someone (*cough* roommate *cough*) finished my cereal and you know what? To top it all off, there was NO COFFEE! So I basically looked like one of those witches from a Ronald Dahl novel.

I came to the conclusion that the world was against me today, so I decided to ride my bicycle to my favourite bookstore, my safe haven, and just get lost in another world. That’s when I met him, well actually collided into him when I got the heavenly scent of fresh coffee. I apologized without giving him a second glance and continued my trek to my one true love, iced coffee. I had my iced coffee and found a really good book to purchase after what felt like forever. I was on my way to the cashier desk, and there he was again, behind the desk looking like a Greek god, sculptured to perfection, and I was convinced from all my reading that he was not human. As I approached him and gave him my book, he smiled at me and oh if only smiles could bring world peace… I guess I was too distracted by him that I failed to notice him write his name and number in my book.

Nick (bookstore guy) 

079 352 5866

Pls call me, I want to see you again xx


The first night Nick visited me was the most unforgettable night of my life. As I sat and studied the play Hamlet, I noticed things being thrown at my window. I grabbed my baseball bat in fear that someone was trying to break in (thank you Stiles Stilinski), but when I opened my balcony door, my balcony was filled with socks! As I looked down, there he was, my Romeo.

"Nick what on Earth are you doing?” you asked him whisper shouting so that you wouldn’t wake your parents.

“I’m throwing socks at your window at midnight because rocks would break it and I can’t pay for that.” He said casually and then skillfully climbed a nearby tree with pizza and decided that we were going to star gaze and eat pizza at midnight.

You couldn’t help but have a wide smile grace your face as you watched him, thinking how lucky you were to have been having that horrible day the day you met him.


Our first fight was like one straight out of a movie and happened 6 and a half months after we started dating. The difference was that we didn’t make up like couples in movies, we didn’t run into each others arms and apologize or have make up sex. The day it happened I decided to visit him at the bookstore before my next lecture. As I walked in his co-worker notified me that he was around the back, knowing from my many visits that I was here to see Nick. What I saw when I got to the back was not something one expects to see from their partner. When I saw him, a smile graced my face but that same smile vanished as fast as it appeared. There was the man that I loved with another girl’s hands all over his body and he was doing nothing to stop her. I couldn’t move my feet and my lips seemed to have been glued together. That was until he laid his beautiful brown eyes on me and suddenly the ground was done holding me hostage and I ran. I heard him calling out for me but I didn’t stop running, I didn’t turn around, I didn’t attend my lecture. I ran straight to my apartment thanking god my roommate wasn’t home yet. You remember all those times your parents would shout at you and you would cry and after a while you would still be crying but it wasn’t for whatever they were shouting at you for, it was just you letting out all these other emotions you’ve contained as well. Well yeah, that’s what was happening to me right now and it fucking sucked. 

It wasn’t long until I heard my phone ring and then when that stopped the landline rang and stopped after 9 calls. I had been pathetically sobbing now for a good 2 hours when I heard the knocking at my door and his voice begging me to open the door so he could explain himself, more like give me some bullshit lie he had enough time to formulate. You lost track of how long Nick had been knocking at your door and apologizing until it all went quiet. Not too long after the silence did your roommate come home. 

“honey I’m hooommme! Firstly question, why is Nick sitting outside our door looking worse than Leo DeCap in Titanic when he was dying? And secondly, he’s just letting himself in although I’m getting the feeling you didn’t want him here so sorry. And thirdly, I feel like shits about to go down so I’ll be in my room, oh and let me know if you’re gonna kill him so I can leave because I kinda don’t wanna be a witness. Kay bye! May the big G have mercy on your soul for whatever you did Nick” y/r/n said hurriedly excusing herself before all hell broke loose.

As soon as you walked out of your room Nick rushed to you apologizing before you could even get the chance to tell him to leave.

baby I’m so sorry. I promise it wasn’t what it looked like. Nothing happened, she was coming onto me, I didn’t do anything.”

You chuckled sarcastically, “that’s exactly the problem here Nick, you could see that she was flirting with you and coming onto you and yet you did nothing!” you said, your voice rising at the end. Confronting him made you want to cry even more, which surprised you considering you didn’t think you had anymore tears to shed over him.

“baby, y/n please, if I knew she was flirting I would have stopped it, I genuinely thought she was being friendly.”

The way your name slipped off his lips gave you butterflies but you stopped the feeling knowing that this was not the time for that.

“Nick don’t be so foolish please, she was undressing you with her eyes. Who knows what would have happened if I had not come to the store, would you have let her kiss you? Would you have kissed back? Would you have done more than just that? Nick I love you with my whole being and to have seen that showed me how easy it is for you to just push me to the back of your mind and be unfaithful”

No no no no I love you more than the Moon loves the Sun, baby you have to believe me. I’m not gonna let you give up on us because of this, because of my stupidity and blindness. Baby I’ll make it up to you, it’ll never happen again.” Nick pleaded coming to stand a few inches away from you, placing his hand on your cheek and you instinctively leaning into his touch. 

“Nick you need to leave please, I may be blowing this out of proportion but I just need some time to think everything over between us.” You said just above a whisper, pulling away from his touch, your tears threatening to run down your cheeks and have him wipe them away like he has many times before.

 "I-I, okay.“ he stammered wanting to say more but then sighing respecting your decision, appreciative that you weren’t ending things.

"I love you, don’t ever forget that or question it.” Nick said coming to you kissing your temple.

“Goodnight Nick. Uh- just text me when you get home so I know you’re safe okay?” you could see the hurt in his eyes when you didn’t say you loved him back, but as much as you wanted to say those words back to him, you just couldn’t do it. With a nod of his head, he left taking a part of you with him.

You were a mess, you hadn’t spoken to him for 10 days. You hated yourself knowing it was you who told him to give you time. You saw him whenever you went to the bookstore, always making eye contact and wanting nothing more than to run into his arms, kiss him and tell him you forgive him.

y/r/n had enough of you moping around the apartment that day and decided it was up to her to fix things. She had texted Nick telling him to come over for dinner and that you were okay with him being there. Lets just say that when you opened the door and saw him standing there, you felt like it was the first time you met again. You let him in rushing into y/r/n’s room.

“what the hell is Nick doing here?” you asked her whisper shouting

“I’m done seeing you mope around and having him text me everyday asking about you sooo you two are going to sit in this apartment, eat dinner and fix your shit because you still love him that’s not gonna change and I know if you end things with him you’re gonna feel even worse than you have for the past week and a half.” y/r/n said calmly. You had to admit that she was right so you agreed walking out of her room informing Nick that it was just gonna be you and him for dinner. Everything was silent except the sound of cutlery on the plate, until you decided to speak.

 And the rest was history…


Now here you stand, 4 years later behind closed doors in a white gown with a bouquet in your hands waiting to marry this stranger, who became your best friend, your partner, your soulmate… 

Marichat May Day 13: Sin

This is lame, but I’m tired and late. Sorry. Also there is nothing explicit, honestly, this thing could barely count as M let alone E. But under the cut just in case.


Adrien groaned as he tried to open his eyes. In all honesty, he didn’t want to. Really didn’t want to. The bed was smelling so nice, like jasmine and vanilla and something sweet so… so Marinette. Wait… Marinette?

His eyes snapped open and his right hand instinctively reached for his mask. Still there. Good. Did he fall asleep in Marinette’s room? Damn. He hoped he didn’t get her in trouble or something. He looked at the skylight, blinking in surprise. It was still night. Huh, did that mean he slept for little? He certainly hoped so, he didn’t want to take advantage of her hospitality. Just when he was about to get up the trap door opened. Luckily, it was only Marinette. Wearing a pink bathrobe.

Huh, that was a little bit weird.

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The Rain (12)

Warning: fluff, Tony with a kid 

Summary: Bucky finds a child in the rain. After noticing a few weird things about her he decides it’s best if she stays with him. Now they’re on the run.

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Originally posted by luvindowney


“What do we with the kid?“ Natasha asked as she watched Rhodey surgery through a glass window Tony stood next to her watching intensely as his bestfriend was put back together like humpty dumpty. (y/n) was a floor under them in a private room with security  watching her. After the fight Cap’s Team was sent to a high tech. prison and (y/n), Natasha begged to keep (y/n) and said she’s take care of her and take her home once she was woken. Thinking back maybe that wasn’t the best idea.

“when she wakes up I’ll take her” Tony said not looking away from the window 

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. She’s been missing for a year and her father hasn’t filed a missing person report, wouldn’t he be worried” Natasha said 

“… I’ll look into it, just….I’ll watch her for now” Tony said, “I’ll watch her”.


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Demetri & Alec has the same mate.

Lacontroller1991:

Hi! Can you please write an imagine where Alec and Demetri fight over who gets their mate’s first kiss? You can decide who where! Thanks!

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you woke up by screaming of two gorgeous pale males. They were arguing in Italian.
They were standing in front of your bed (well, actually Demetri his bed) and looking angry at each other and even growling.
“Great!, you woke her up!”
“No I did not! You started. So it is your fault.” “You are screaming louder!”
“GUYS! STOP IT” I screamed.
They both turned to be me and looked a little ashamed of themselves. “Really? I said I needed a little rest of your arguments and here you two are, arguing so loud you guys woke me up.” I got out bed, Demetri walked up to me and kissed my cheek and Alec pulled Demetri away as kissed my forehead “Good Morning beautiful, I want to excuse myself by you.”
“Yeah yeah, just go and argue somewhere else.” I walked to the bedroom and slammed the door. Y head hurts by there fighting. I have been here for months. And the they have been fighting and arguing since I met them. It is difficult having two mates, especially if they are that gorgeous!
I turned on the shower and mumbled things to myself.
“Vampires are silent they say, my ass!”
I heard a loud laughing from the other room.
“FELIX! Laugh at your own jokes.”

I got out of the shower took some clothes (Demetri really spoils me with expensive clothing & Shoes, sometimes even jewellery and make up) and put them on.
Alec was sitting on the sofa in the room and reading on of my Drabble and everything book, I wrote some poetry in there or quotes and draw some things or sketched it.
“You writing is amazing! No wonder your books are selling so good.”
“Thank you, well I just write about things that I want or imagine and people seem to like it.”
Jane walked in without knocking so she scared me a little but it is fine, she doesn’t really like me, but she doesn’t hate me either, we get along okay.
“I got you some food, humans like KFC right?” “ O yes we do!, thank you.”
“Aro told me to get you something and that human secretary gave me some advice.” With that being said she walked right out.
She really wants to make sure I know she doesn’t like me, okay then.

The food was delicious and wayyyyy to much. Enough for later and the next 2 days.
I walked to the library, my favourite place of this Castle, as i made my way I heard Alec and Demetri arguing again, I walked into the library and looked at them. The didn’t stop or even noticed me?
HOW!!! I am human I smell, I am loud as idk for them. What the hell?
“SHE IS MY MATE!” “Also mine, Dumbass.” “ I saw here first.” “Doesn’t matter, she likes me better” “really? Have you read her books? Do you listen to hear while she plays, the guitar of piano? No you don’t, you think with spoiling somebody will make them love you, but newsflash! (Learnt from me) it doesn’t!”
“NEWSFLASH! I am here too!”
They looked at me confused
“We know” said both in core and continued with there arguing.
“Y/n, who is allowed to kiss you First?” “What?” “Well we both want you, So who is allowed to Kiss you First?” “Well, I Don’t know, I like both of you and Would love to date both of you.” “Well you have to choose.” “Or we Can start to A polyamory relationship” “a what?” It is a relationship with more then one partner”
“No!!!” Both of them shouted!
“Well, you both would date me and be able to kiss me.”
“Oh, well I think it is fine” Alec said, we both looked at Demetri
“Fine, but let’s set up one rule,
I am not kissing Alec!”
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The combination between school,tumblr, social life and sleep is very hard lately, I will try to get one more imagine tonight of at least this week.

@lacontroller1991

Only A Girl

Title: Only A Girl 

Pairing: Cheryl Blossom x Reader 

Warnings: Implied smut, maybe some slight cursing, underage drinking. 

Summary: This is where Y/N and Cheryl’s relationship first began. 

A/N: This is loosely based off of Only A Girl by Gia if you want to check out that good ass song. 
(Sorry I didn’t get the chance to post that Joavin fic…y’all have permission to yell at me when I post it tomorrow. A.k.a. the document fucking deleted itself). 
As always feedback is greatly appreciated and I hope y’all enjoy! 

Tag List; @sunshine51879 @dempsey-mantle @emotional-wrek-hello @day-dreaming-nightmare @theselfishllama @nafa1604 @angstylittleteen @aezthetically 


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anonymous asked:

Can you do 20 and 28 for tom

awh awh awh awh awh okay

sorry this is such shit and so short it’s 1 in the morning and i’m losing it slowly

#20: “You’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this..”

#28: “I would’ve had breakfast ready, but you were sleeping on my arm and I didn’t want to wake you.”

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the two sat on the sofa in his living room, her laying on his arm as she slowly started going back to sleep. he played with the ends of her hair as she cuddled into his side, fighting to keep her eyes open.

“go back to sleep, darling.” he said softly, making her look up at him and shake her head.

“i’m good, just blinking.” she said and he smiled.

“no you’re not,” he chuckled,”go ahead, babe. go to sleep.”

she hummed happily,”mm.”

you’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this..” he said, smiling down at her as she laid on him, one arm wrapped around her body.

she smiled back at him,”i love you, tommy.” 

he smiled,”i love you more, gorgeous.”


she woke up a few hours later, tilting her head up to see tom still awake and his eyes were focused on the movie on the tv screen on the opposite side of the room. she smiled, grabbing one of his hands and intertwining their fingers, making him look down at her.

“did you sleep good?” he asked, a smile tugging on his lips as she nodded.

“it was great.” she said, truthfully. he chuckled, kissing her lips softly before she pulled away.

“i’m hungry.”

i would’ve had breakfast ready, but you were sleeping on my arm and i didn’t want to wake you.” he said, running a hand through her hair. she smiled, pressing a kiss to his nose.

“i love you.”

“i love you, princess.”

The truth is, I was never able to breathe when we were together. Love is supposed to care for you and be there for you every step of the way but sometimes it’s just too much and I needed to be on my own. I knew that if I brought this up, he would manage to convince me to stay, I was never able to tell him no, he got me under his spell. So I just left and took my first breath after ages. It felt good as first but also really lonely, so I started to rebuild my life, with someone new. It was a good and simple life, something I needed in a long time but fate or whatever you’d like to call it pushed me once again offshore and towards him. I took one look at him and my good and simple life seemed like a joke to my eyes, like it didn’t belong to me. Because I was his and he was mine even though we pretended to be something else for all these years.”
“We never had a closure. I just woke up one day, she became so cold all of a sudden. And everything became so messed up. She didn’t tell anything, but her departure says it all. I was caught off-guard because I have learned to live my life with her. It took me years to rebuild myself. I haven’t picked my broken pieces because I know, it was all about her. I managed to step on it and inflict pain on myself in order to wake up. God knows how hard I tried to save myself and survive. I was lost that made me desperate enough to find a new light. I even burned bridges so I wouldn’t look back and walk to my past again. Those were the miserable years of my life. I have managed to surpass the storm. But unfortunately, life didn’t give a warning that storms could be back. I thought everything would remain calm. After all those years, she’s sitting in front of me right now; I hate how universe give us the opportunity to bump into each other again. It’s been five long years. I know everything changed, but as I look to her, it feels like I’m ready to risk and be fooled again.
—  How I Met My Lost Star by @giulswrites and @baekebyan
Finn Wolfhard ~ Mistletoe ~ part four

Request/Prompt:  Nope. Just a special since its Finns birthday on the 23rd and Christmas on the 25th. 

Ship: Finn Wolfhard x fem!reader 

Summary: (for part four) It snows outside so everyone joins in on a snowball fight! When they return inside to warm up with hot chocolate, Sophia puts her plan into action and puts up the mistletoe! 

Type:  Fluff! 

Warning: Only warning would be swearing, I think. 

Word count: 3358 (including A/Ns) 

Hope you enjoy it. Let me know! 

I’m going to be doing something a little different for this, and I’m going to post each day for them on the actual day, so it’ll be split into 5 parts. If that makes sense. Hope you guys don’t mind me doing it this way! So close to being done! Remember to read part one, part two, and part three first! 

Here’s part four! (Fun Fact: Today is my 15th birthday!) 

Gif credit goes to @elloveseggos


Originally posted by elloveseggos

2 4 t h D e c e m b e r . 

Finns POV 

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Ever Since Shanghai (Pt.3)


A/N: Feedback will be appreciated and requests are open! Enjoy Reading!!

Word Count: 1.42k words

Pairing: Harry Styles X Reader 


Part 1 

Part 2  


Y/N’s Pov

I woke up the next morning pretty late it was around 10 am, I rolled beside me to see Cindy getting ready.

“Where are you going?” I asked yawning.

“Good morning sleeping beauty,” she smiled,“ I’m going on a brunch date with Max.”

“Things looks good between you two,” I commented smiling.

“He’s amazing, last night oh my-”

“Spare me the details,” I stopped her chuckling.

“I think I’m falling for him,” she said grinning.

“Cind, isn’t it too soon?” I wondered.

“I don’t care, I just feel that spark with him you know, life finally makes sense and I’m so willing to take a risk,” she said gently.

“I’m happy that you found him, I just worry for you, you know,” I said getting up making my way towards the bathroom.

“I know babe, I love you for that.”

“Love ya too.”

.

After getting out of the bathroom I saw Cindy was still here.

“I’m going now, you will be fine?” She asked.

“Of course, Sarah and Clare is free today so I think I’ll go shopping with them,” I said.

“Oh yes do that, I feel guilty leaving you,” she admitted.

“Please don’t be, I’m fine I promise, you have a good day!” I assured her.

“Okay bye,” she said before hugging me.

I was really happy for her. I quickly ordered some fruits and pancake and juice from the room service and sat on my bed with my phone in my hand.

I googled “Harry Styles Girlfriend” and that’s when I came to know he was rumoured to be dating a model named Camille Rowe. And good lord was she beautiful. She was everything I wasn’t, she was glamorous and successful whereas me, I was just a plain normal girl. My non-existent self esteem dropped more low.

I sighed and ate my breakfast. I then got ready to meet Sarah and Clare.

I knocked on Sarah’s door she opened smiling.

“Good morning! Cindy mentioned she was going out with Max,” she said hugging me and inviting me inside.

“Yeah, I was thinking should me, you and Clare go for some shopping?”

“Yes! Sounds fun, we leave tomorrow anyway,” she said excitedly.

I saw Mitch on bed with phone on his hand.

“Hi Y/N, what’s up?” He asked.

“Hey, we are just about to go shopping, what about you?” I replied.

“I’ll just chill here and not leave my spot, I’m exhausted,” he sighed.

I nodded understanding.

“You’re so boring, Y/N I just texted Clare and she said she’s up for it too,” Sarah spoke.

“Okay then I’ll meet you girls downstairs?” I said.

“Perfect.”

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I went downstairs and began scrolling through my phone. 

“Hi Y/N,” 

“Harry, hey!” Harry was right in front of me and he was in his gym clothes.  He was a bit sweaty and I couldn’t help but think he looks hot. I think he just got back from gym.

“Are you waiting for someone?” He asked sipping water from his water bottle.

“Actually-”

“Hey guys! Y/N, let’s go!” Clare came towards us smiling.

“Oh hi guys, where are you all going?” Harry questioned.

“We are going shopping then we’ll go have lunch together,” Sara answered making her way towards us.

“Shopping! Sounds fun, can I tag along?” Harry asked.

“Harry, it’s a girls day, fuckk off,” Clare said playfully.

“Hey now, I have nothing better to do, plus you guys will need a male’s opinion in clothes you buy,” Harry replied cheekily.

“You are not gonna let us go without tagging along, will ya?” Sarah said shaking her head.

“Nope,” Harry replied like a child.

“Let him tag along,” I said chuckling.

“Yay, see Y/N is my favourite actually,” he said sticking out his tongue.

“Whatever, at first change you need to shower,” Sarah said.

“Gimme 20 minutes, I’ll be back,” he promised before making his way towards the lift.

“That boy,” Clare chuckled.

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After arriving at the store, we all first started to look for clothes for us girls, Harry was surprisingly very patient and he was actually fun to hang out with. He gave us his opinion about the dresses we tried and joked about how we all should buy matching floral shirts like him. 

We finally bought few clothes for ourselves before we decided to look something for Harry. His choice was actually good except for one bright green hawaiian shirt, but he ended up buying that anyway despite our protests.

I had a great time shopping with them.

Then Harry gave us a lunch treat on a cozy cafe nearby, he sat beside me, Clare and Sarah sat across from us.

“Y/N, your sandwich looks great, can I have a bite?” Harry asked.

“Yeah sure,” I said letting him have a bite.

“Mhm, it’s delicious, here try my pasta,” he said before feeding me spoonful of pasta from his plate.

I couldn’t help but blush a little, it was such a cute gesture. I wonder how well he treats his girlfriend. Oh right he has a girlfriend.

“It’s yummy!” I said chuckling.

“Guys, we gotta leave now, Mitch is getting on my nerves texting me constantly to get back ‘cause he’s bored,” Sarah said sighing.

“Yeah, let’s leave then,” I said getting up.

Even the car ride back to the hotel was fun, one thing I learned about Harry is that he never lets anyone get bored in his presence, always cracking some jokes and he makes you feel comfortable.

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“Okay bye guys, see y’all later,” Sarah and Clare hugged me and Harry before going back to their respective hotel rooms.

“I had so much fun today, bye Harry,” I said hugging him.

“It was fun, wait Y/N, do you have any plans?” He asked.

“No not really, why?” I asked.

“I have nothing better to do as well, do you wanna go to the rooftop of this hotel with me? Adam said they have a great bar there and you can also see the view of Shanghai,” Harry suggested.

“Sure,” I said before following him.

The rooftop looked great and there were just few middle aged business man there who were minding there own business, thank god there weren’t any fans.

We found a spot from where we can enjoy the view, and Harry bought drinks for both of us and we just looked the view below before he finally broke the silence, “do you like pineapple on pizza?” 

“No, you?”

“Same, who even came up with this idea.”

The entire night we just joked around. 

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..

Over the past few days I’ve grown more close to Harry, we have a lot of things in common, our friendship grew up fast and I was always looking forward to hang out with Harry, he was an incredible company. Before we know it we are here in Sydney for his next show after he finished the show in Singapore.

“Harry, wear the peach suit tonight,”  I said pointing at the rack filled with gucci suits. This boy’s love for gucci suits amazes me.

“You spoke my mind Y/N, I was thinking about wearing that too,” Harry said from his spot, Lou was currently styling up his hair.

We were currently at the backstage waiting for the band to get ready. Cindy and Max were cuddled up in one couch and I was sitting in another munching on my chips.

After Harry was done he came and sat beside me poking me, “your diet is so unhealthy, I just ordered fresh carrots why don’t you eat those? Don’t want my bestie to get sick now, do I?” he sighed.

“Shut up, my life my rules,” I said sticking out my tongue at him.

He mimicked,”my life my rules.”

“You literally look like a meme,” I said chuckling.

Everyone in the room laughed along.

“Whatever Styles, I’m her favorite bestie anyway, isn’t it babe?” Cindy asked.

“Always babe,” I replied winking.

“Hey now,” Harry said playfully gasping.

“Drama queen,” Harry Lambert commented.

“I’m just joking, you both mean the world to me,” I said.

“Aw,” Harry said hugging.

“Harry, Camille is calling,” Lou said handing Harry his phone.

Harry’s face lit up and he went to answer it.

“He’s absolutely smitten,” Clare chuckled.

I couldn’t help but feel jealousy build up, although I know that’s not good, I should be happy for him.

What is happening to me?

Part 4

If They Were In The Same Class

-They will be sitting beside each other if they were in the same class.

-Usually they will reach the class earlier, so they could have some time for themselves.

-Chatting before the class and napping, of course.

-Hufflepuff felt tired during the class, even before the class started.

-‘But you were so bubbly just now.’

-‘But Arithmancy! It’s just like Mathematic! It’s scary.’

-'I don’t think people usually feel tired when something is scaring them.’

-'Who told you I’m a “people”.’

-Hufflepuff brought novel to class but constantly distracted by Slytherin when she wanted to read the book.

-'Look at me. I’m a lonely boy no one loves. I wish that someone will love me one day.’

-'Please. I’m reading.’

-'NOTICE ME, SENPAI!’

-'omg’

-Sometimes they were too noisy until the professors left the classroom and then came back when the class started.

-But not Snape.

-Sometimes Hufflepuff played with Slytherin’s fingers under the table.

-'I need to write down something.’

-'No.’

-'Give back my hand.’

-'Squishy.’

-But actually, Hufflepuff was also a student that pays attention in class. It’s just that sometimes she just “didn’t feel like it”.

-Slytherin wrote down all the important things that professors mentioned.

-Slytherin used the notebook that Hufflepuff bought him.

-You can find some doodles or sentences written by Hufflepuff in the note book, such as

-'Hi :D’, 'I’m hungry’, 'I’m sleepy’, 'Buy me books’, 'You’re such a cute boy, wanna date? ;P’

-And the replies she got were

-'Shhh’, 'Shut up’, 'Stop =-=’, 'You’re such a cute and precious bean, we can be more than a friend ;)’

-Hufflepuff blushed because of Slytherin’s reply or she just grinned.

-Professors shook their heads.

-'Will they ever stop.’

-Hufflepuff accidently slept in class and ended up getting detention if the professors were strict.

-But sometimes some professors will just wake her up or scare her and causing Slytherin smirked at Hufflepuff when she looked at him after she woke up.

-By some professors, I mean professors like Flitwick, Trelawney and Lupin. (Lupin is always the good teacher I always wanted in my school life)

-Hufflepuff tried to make Slytherin get detentions so he won’t be the perfect student anymore.

-And Hufflepuff ended up getting detentions because

-'Professor, he keeps distracting me’

-'Professor, he took my quill without my permission’

-'Professor, he doodled on my textbook’

-'I believe you can tell me whatever things he did to you after the class. So I will see you in my office after the lunch, Miss L/N’

-Slytherin will not stop teasing her about it.

-Professors mentally prepared themselves if this two were in the same class.

-Let’s just say the class will be quite boring without them.

BONUS
-Dumbledore begging McGonagall so he could teach them.

-'Omg, no. You just want to stalk them.’

-'How dare you say that!’

-'You’re such a drama queen!’

-'Please get them detention and let me spy them.’

-'OMG NO’

AU NOTE: Please tell if you want me to tag you in my headcanons of this “Slytherin x Hufflepuff” and my Harry Potter chatroom. I don’t know if I might other one shots or drabble but just let me know if you also want me to tag you in those. : D
The Coffee Prince Pt. 1

Word Count: 2.6K

T’Challa x Reader

Plot:  Stuck in your ways of living, one day at the coffee shop, you run into a tall dark roast that threatens to wake you up from your romantic hibernation.


You are a notorious homebody; your laptop, bed, and streaming sites are all you need make a Friday night litty titty and you took pride in your introversion.  Growing up, school is all about who you know, what clique you are a part of, what parties you get invited to, clothes you wear, etc.  It was tiring on your psyche back then, and some complexes had formed due to all of that keeping up the the jones’ crap.  Nobody has time for that when you’re an adult, so you fully enveloped your true hermit lifestyle.  Then this nigga comes along, 6’0, adorable accent, beautifully crafted body draped in the finest clothes. Intelligent, with a crooked smile that could light a fire underwater.  

Y’all first met in line waiting to get coffee.  You had your headphones in, common defense to make sure no one fucks with you on a regular basis.  Once you made your order, you stood off to the side waiting for you order.  He was next but when the barista had a look on her face that was completely confused and more than annoyed.  You let one earbud hang as this intrigued you, especially since this was a white barista and a Black man at a Starbucks you had to make sure everything was cool, for the culture.  By the time you had an available ear, he was waving his hand at the exasperated worker and walking toward the area you stood.  

He looked at you for a moment as he made his way over, and you gave that tight smile that said ‘I am friendly but don’t expect anything more than this smile’, instinctively.  He nodded in your direction and stood about five feet from you.  

“Order for…..” the male barista squinting at his own writing.  “Uhhh, caramel macchiato, double shot?”

“That’s mine!  Thanks!”  you stepped up to the counter to pick up your drink, but checking him out your fellow patron in your peripheral.  You turn to take a quick sip and steal a glance at the same time, noticing him giving you a sideways smile before saying, “You too, huh?”

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I had a really nice time with a handful of my friends while I was out dress shopping! Some friends lived too far away, or couldn’t make it, but I hope these pictures capture the experience! 

Anastasia complimented almost every dress, bless her soul! She’s too cute. Sandy dished out some honest opinions and Aaliyah was quiet but also really supportive! I woke Queenie up too early for this (lmao sorry~) so there she is yawning. Sorry Queenie, I’ll take you out to lunch to make up for it! Annie really liked the dress covered in bows and she took so many snaps on her phone. 

Seki and Julia roasted my ass (or were they roasting my dress?) for the dress with the roses in the back. The front was not so good, and I quote from Seki, “made me look like I had sagging body rolls.” I agree though! It wasn’t the one. Julia just let out a quiet “noooooo.”

I had trouble putting on the second to last dress, so Anastasia helped me out again! What a mom-friend! I love her. And then they brought out the last dress, and oh my god, I think this is the one! It suits me perfectly! I asked them if I should text my bunni a picture, because I was soooooo excited about it, but they collectively agreed it would make for a lovely surprise at the wedding. So, sorry bunni, but you’ll have to wait a little longer! 

- Love, Suzy ♥

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omg write about waking up next to harry

A bit of sunlight is peeking from behind the curtains and into the room, heating up her cheek. Y/N flutters her eyes open and looks to her left. There, Harry lays, still sound asleep, with his left arm over Y/N’s chest, practically silent snores escaping his mouth, right hand under his cheek. She smiles and lean in to kiss his nose, slowly, not wanting to move the bed enough to take him out of his sleep.

He feels her move under his arm though, which is enough to wake him. He moves slightly so he’s laying on his back, yawning. Y/N giggles when she notices the lines on his cheek from laying on his hand, but she doesn’t say a word, until Harry mumbles a sleepy “G'mornin’,” stretching his arms before letting them back down on the bed.

“Mornin’, Sweet Pea,” she replied, earning a smile from the man on her side.

“How long you been awake ?” He asks, his voice slightly louder, but still raspy from his slumber.

“Like a minute. Just woke up.”

Y/N gently sweeps away a strand of hair covering his eyes, and he finally opens them. They both take a few seconds to look at each other in silence before Harry grins, clearing his throat.

“Slept well?”

“Yes, very much so,” she replies, stroking his cheek, which still has the outline of his knuckles printed on. “You?”

“T'was a good night sleep,” he mumbles, putting his hand over hers on his cheek. His eyebrows furrow when he notices the bumps on his skin. “Love, do I have something there?”

Y/N giggles. “No,” she lies.

“Liar,” he responds, chuckling. “Tell me!”

She smiles and kisses his cheek before nuzzling her nose against it, making him giggle a little more.

“You slept on your hand, I think, or is it the pillow… I don’t know, but it left funny lines on your face. It’ll go away.”

Harry laughs and looks at her, trying to feel the lines. “Really? S'it bad?”

“No,” she chuckles. “It’s just this one side of your face, the rest is fine. And it’s already fading.”

“Good,” he says, propping himself up on his arm, elbow against the mattress. He smiles and runs his fingertips through the front of her hair, manifesting his happiness with a soft hum. She giggles and he leans down to kiss her forehead, then the bridge of her nose, then her lips, slower, before laying back down and closing his eyes. He wraps an arm around her, pulling her to his chest, under the blanket wrapped around their waists.

“Love you, baby.”

“Love you too, Harry.”

He feels warm. Not necessarily in the temperature kind of way, but emotionally warm. A smiles draws itself on his lips without any required effort. It comes on its own with the fluttering in his chest and the tingling in the pit of his belly.

His belly also emits a few silent rumbles, as he started to get a little hungrier by the minute. He brushes it off though, as he is too comfortable to get out of bed, and this instant is pure bliss.

She lays on her side, her head leaning against his shoulder, with a hand on his chest. She rubs it in circles, getting him to close his eyes again with a wide smile. They lay there in silence for a few minutes before Harry’s stomach lets out a loud growl. He laughs, making Y/N smile as well.

“M'a bit hungry.”

“Alright, then let’s get up and make some waffles, yeah? I’ll let you help me.”