hey look i finally found him

Rejection hurts like a mother fucker

Pairing: Steve x stark!reader

Word count: 1,270

Plot: Steve has a crush on the reader who happens to be Tony’s daughter but she doesn’t give him the time of day because of what happened between him and her dad. Tony ends up stepping in and has a talk with the reader when he noticed Steve’s depressed state because his daughter rejected him.

A/n the reader is a total bitch in this. I still have writers block for my Clint fic so I’m accepting drabble request for the avengers and hemlock grove so if you have a request send it it. You can also choose from this list but you have to add ‘from romanogers drabble list’

When Steve first laid his eyes on you he knew he was in trouble. You were the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen since Peggy. The only problem with him liking you was the fact that you were Tony Starks daughter. Yes him and tony worked out their differences after everything that happened in Siberia, but he knew tony would have a problem with him dating his only child. Steve was ok with keeping his feelings to himself but the team didn’t like it and they kept pressuring him to ask you out.

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To be foolish

Title: To be foolish

Pairing: Reader x Peter Parker

Summary: Y/N has lived next to Peter since the 3rd grade and since has fallen hard for him, but Y/N doesn’t know he’s fallen just as hard.

Word count: 1,761

Songs: Slow Burn by Autograf

AN: So here’s part 2 of To be young! this part feels a little slow to me but I’m really excited about making the next part, so just bare with me lol. I hope you guys enjoy this part!

Heres Part 1: To be young

tagged@emrysaaryn@bubbles2428@dreaxs@marauder-lover@purecout-ure@therealme13posts , @tomllholland , @manyfandomstohandle

Originally posted by tomhollanderr



Its been about a week since Liz’s party happened and during that time Peter had completely started ignoring you, every time you sat by Peter he would get up and leave. In gym Ned and him started doing their stretches on the furthest part of the gym from you.

You were hurt. More then hurt actually, you felt broken. The guy of your dreams almost kissed you and now you could feel he regretted it, a lot. Hell he could barley even stand looking at you. Michelle finally spoke kicking you out of your horrid thoughts “Hey Y/N how ya holding up?” You felt her hand slowly rub your back in an attempt to comfort you. “Well MJ not very well, I’ve liked peter ever since he moved into that stupid apartment and when i finally got the chance to kiss him, he left me..” you paused looking up from the library table you’ve recently started coming to to seek comfort in being alone, “and he regrets it, he regrets trying to kiss me and won’t even do as much as give me the time of day.” Michelle’s hand dropped from your back and found their way onto your face and turned you to look at her. “Listen Y/N, maybe Peter has an explanation for all this.” She looked deep into your eyes feeling the sadness radiate off of you.

“Just maybe try talking to him?” she suggested pulling her hand away from your face. You sighed, she’s right i need to just woman up and talk to him instead of treating him like he is me. I need to be the mature one in this situation. You grabbed your books off of the table and made your way out of the library and towards Peters locker, Its almost the end of 6th period, the last period of the day.

The bell rang right as you made it to Peters locker and waited silently to confront the boy who made you feel broken, but he never came.

“Uh hey Ned?” you asked when you passed by him on your way to debate club, tired of waiting. Ned shut his locker and mad his way over to you with a smile on his face “Yeah whats up Y/N?” you felt a sick feeling over come you before asking whats on your mind, “Have yo-you seen Pete-Peter anywhere?” You stuttered out your question, averting your eyes from Ned’s suddenly feeling a gross kind of embarrassed over run your feeling of sickness. “No, actually i haven’t seen him since gym.” Ned replied as you two began to walk the same way towards the debate club. “Maybe he’ll be at the debate meeting today.” Ned said with a happy glint in his eyes, “How come you’re looking for him?” your heart drops into your stomach trying to think of something to say other than the truth, “We uh-we’re doing a project in chemistry together and i haven’t been able to get ahold of him.” You lie with a sick smile on your face, the lie seeming to convince Ned as you two walked through the doors of the gym to your now daily debate club meeting.

“Hey you two, hurry up and take your seats.” Liz spoke gleefully with a smile on her face before going back to asking questions to the 4 people sitting at tables on the small school stage for nationals that happen in 2 days.

You were getting settled into your seat next to MJ at the front table when you heard the door open to the small theater room open. You looked up from pulling your binder out of your backpack when you caught eyes with the beautiful chocolate ones that were so intimate with you just a week ago.

His gaze averted from yours making you feel guilty for even meeting his eyes in the first place. “Mr. Harrington, I need you to let me go to nationals.” Peter rushed his sentence out. You let out a small laugh you were trying to keep in. Peters head snapped over in your direction and the smile on your face grew wider and your laugh grew louder at his unexpected look. Not even 2 days have passed since Peter said he wasn’t going to nationals and now he wants to? “Well i don’t know whats up with Y/N but you can’t just show up at the last meeting before nationals and expect to be put back on the team” Flash spits confidently at Peter “Well actually Mr. Parker..” Mr. Harrington shot Flash the “shut up” look with his eyebrows raised “Yes you can, Flash can you grab Peters jacket out of my office desk please.” Mr. Harrington flashed a smile at Flash.

“Peters coming to nationals now?” Michelle lowly whispered just barely audible for you to hear, “this should be interesting.” She smiled down at her notebook as she began drawing god knows what.  


“Alright everyone needs to behave and no sneaking out after the curfew I’ve set, ten o'clock.” Mr. Harrington lectured you and the group of 10 teenagers. Liz, Michelle and you grab your key cards from the front desk and make your way up to your shared room with them. After getting settled in you decided to relax and watch some tv.

“Hey..” your attention got jerked away from the tv when it turned off suddenly “how about we go to the pool?” You looked over to see Liz gleefully smiling at you and Michelle with her bathing suit on. “Now?” you asked getting up off the bed you were sitting on “it’s 10:30 and isn’t the pool closed?” Liz slipped on her flip-flops “No it doesn’t close till 11:30 and Mr. Harrington does have to know, Plus being rebellious is good for moral…” she paused looking between Michelle and you “so hurry up and get your bathing suits on while I go tell the others.” you quickly agree with her and grab your suit out of your draw of the dresser.

“Michelle, you gonna come?” you ask from the bathroom while putting on your swimsuit on “No, I’m good here with the tv.” she replied as she plopped back down on the bed. You shoved your dirty clothes into your suitcase “Well you’ll just miss out on all the fun!” you called out leaving the room and making your way to the pool.

the pool is on the same floor as your shared room so all you have to do is walk down a few hallways, you make a round around the 2nd to last corner when you collide with something, or someone.

You fall back on your butt letting out a few mumbles of cuss words, “Oh god I’m so sorry, that was my-” The person stops when your eyes meet the familiar chocolate ombré orbs, this moment feeling more intimate than intended, you break your eyes away staring at the floor and taking peters now stretched out hand to help you up.

“Ok so-” a voice interrupts the moment you and Peter were having, “oh hey guys!” The smile of Liz comes into your view, “Hey Liz.” Peter coughs and you see a pink shade take over his face, you lowly scoff and roll eyes taking your hand slowly from Peters. “Are you coming to the pool too Peter?” Liz asks as everyone passes by the three of you “I wasn’t planning on it.” He laughs slightly catching your eyes only to look back to Liz just as you were about to say something you might’ve regretted Liz spoke, “Well you should, so hurry up and get your trunks on!” She whisper shouted the last part of her comment and the same pink shade that took over peters face took over hers.

You felt uncomfortable, like you were intruding on a private moment. “Please, its gonna be like a good luck charm for us!” She spoke as she walked away towards everyone else. Peter turned his attention back to you “You’re going swimming i’m guessing?” He scratched the back of his neck, looking everywhere but your eyes “well you heard Liz, it’s gonna be our good luck charm.” You sarcastically spoke trying to meet Peters eyes with your Y/E/C ones just once.

“Look could we talk about what happened last-” Peters eyes finally caught yours taking you off guard and causing you to choke on your words, the feeling of be unwanted right here in this moment overran your body making you slouch slightly “Look Y/N…” he paused as his phone buzzed in his pocket “I really have to go, could we talk later?” He sighed running his hands through his soft, fluffy brown hair. “Uh sure.” You whispered breaking eye contact with Peter and looking at the floor, Peter sighed once more before walking away “just- just please don’t forget!” You called to him as he turned the corner and out of your sight.

You started making your way to the pool again thinking about what just happened, did Peter even really want to talk? He hasn’t wanted to talk to me at all this past week so maybe he really did regret what could have happened that night. You reached the door to the pool and slid your keycard through the small slot and the door clicked open. You slapped your card down on one of the small tables “there you are!” Flash shouted from in the pool, “I was starting to think you ditched us for penis.” He laughed making your mood even worse than it already was. “Whatever Flash.” You slipped into the pool and just floated on your back looking up at the ceiling with a couple of windows at the top, just admiring the stars and wishing how you could just be one right now instead of having to deal with all of this .. drama? no that’s not the right word for it, but I’m not sure what is maybe- your thoughts get cut off when your eyes meet the ones you saw in the hallway not even 5 minutes ago.

“Peter?” You whisper so quiet no one else hears you, you see Peters eyes widen and then he disappears. You stop and stand on your feet in the small hotel pool still staring up at the window. What is he doing on the roof? Why was he staring at me?

You get out of the pool and grab a designated towel from a small rack in the corner of the room and sit down at a lawn chair.

What is going on?

Battered

“It’s not my heart you’ve broken, idiot!”

Word Count: 1603

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Requested: Nope

Warnings: Injuries, some swearing, teasing fluff

Synopsis: Soulmate AU where whenever your soulmate gets injured, so do you. Peter Parker’s soulmate is none too pleased by the recent development after he obtains his powers. After all, just because he’s super resilient, doesn’t necessarily mean his soulmate is, too.

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Master List

Originally posted by grysamobojcow

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Noct and the Black Chocobo by Hanten Sharou, part 1

Noctis: “Man. I don’t see this monster anywhere.” 
Ignis: “According to the tipster’s information, it should be in this area.”
Gladio: “It’s so hard to find, even Prompto’s gotten quiet.” 

Noctis: “Come to think of it. Where is Prompto?”
Gladio: “Oy, oy. He’d better not’ve run ahead and ended up in the monster’s stomach.” 
Prompto: “Guys, I found it!”
Noctis: “It finally showed up?”

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Sharing is Caring

Title: Sharing is Caring

Pairing: Reader x Jared x Jensen (no J2 action)

Word Count: 2,500

Warning: It’s a threesome, so it’s basically all smut

Summary: You are dating Jared Padalecki. One night, after you’ve gone to bed, Jared has Jensen and their friend Matt over. Matt thinks it would be funny if Jensen slid into bed, pretending to be Jared, to see how badly they could scare you. Little did they know that you hadn’t fallen asleep just yet and heard the entire conversation outside the bedroom door.


“Matt, you do it.” Jared hissed.

“Hell no! Y/N’s gonna kill me. Jensen, you do it!”

“Oh, right, sure. Just let me be the one to get their ass kicked.” There was a slight paused before you heard Jensen mutter, “fuck, alright.”

Smiling to yourself, you did your best to stay still as the door pushes open. All of the boys were laughing quietly as you felt the bed dip next to you. Pretending to shift in your sleep, you rolled over, draping an arm and a leg over ‘Jared’.

Nuzzling your head into his chest you took a deep breath and muttered, “mmm I love it when you smell like Jensen.”

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Georgia Gal

Pairing: Bones x (Southern!)Reader

Word Count: 1914

Warnings: Some swearing, general bar creeps

A/N: Not my first fic ever but my first Bones fic! Very loosely inspired by Ed Sheeran’s “Galway Girl” (maybe if you squint?). Let me know what you guys think!! 

You weren’t quite sure how you kept ending up in this situation - settled in alone a noisy bar with your friends long gone and tongue deep in strangers by now.

“I need to find better friends,” you muttered to yourself as you knocked back what was left of your drink.

“Well, then it’s lucky I’m here” came a cocky voice from your right.

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“Competitive Hand-holding.”

Kind of a pre-Kacchako/vaguely hinted at Kacchako fic, where due to a dare and a bad pick up line, Ochako ends up getting Bakugou to hold her hand. 1200 words approx, flufy and silliness. Partially inspired by this pick up line. (And of course by Sai. Because let’s be honest, I wouldn’t even think of Kacchako things if not for her.)

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It started because Mina found a book of intentionally bad pick-up lines.

All the girls were sitting in the common area of the dorms, doing homework or talking, when Mina arrived and gleefully showed them the book. When no one made any objections, Mina started to read out the most amusing or absurd examples at random as she flipped pages. As time went on they got progressively worse, until they got so bad that Kyoka threw a cushion at Mina’s head.

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|A THEORY|

GROUP: GOT7

GENRE: Angst, Smut, Pure unadulterated nonsense

LENGTH:3k

A/N: This is only the beginning. You have been given fair warning dolls ~Admin Kae💋

“I dare you”

I scoffed at Jimin’s words.

“You think I won’t do it?”

“Oh please, you don’t have the balls darling” Jimin chuckled lightly.

I felt my face heat up at the statement fiercely.

“I’m not some school girl Jimin, I’ve kissed a man before” I bristled, bitterness settling in my tone.

“So have I sweetheart. That doesn’t mean a thing anymore” Taehyung called from the background.

I muttered a ‘fuck you’ whilst Jimin continued his relentless teasing and, much to my dismay, it was working exceptionally well.

“Look sweetheart, all I’m saying is you’re too innocent to test out any of what you’re saying right now. Nothing offensive but even if you really did want this, you’re telling me you could go and kiss all seven of those men out there right now? Including Yugyeom?” Jimin questioned in that low soothing tone of his, which only served to irritate me further.

“In short, you’re all bark and no bite baby” Tae clarified.

“Fuck you both” I hissed, with no real malice might I add, into the phone.

“Time and place” Taehyung’s husky tone came through strong and clear, voice devoid of all previous playfulness and light demeanor.

I was thrown off and taken aback by the sudden husky tone in Taehyung’s voice, effectively silencing me. After a few more moments of silence, I heard Taehyung’s deep laugh mixed in with Jimin’s lighter one.

“You can’t even handle my voice, Let alone those 7 seven men right outside your door”.

I should’ve done the logical thing, laugh at myself and pass it off as a joke or simply hang up. But my pride had other ideas, dictating my conscious as I hissed “watch me” and pressed ‘end call’. I groaned in frustration, flopping backward onto my bed as I stared up at the ceiling through the obscured vision of my curls. Was I really going to do this? Was I really going to let my pride get the better of me like this? I was given my answer as I walked over toward my mirror, making sure I looked presentable. My shorts clung to my frame, the denim shaping my ass nicely and showcasing my legs. The slightly oversized off the shoulder light sweater I was wearing hung loosely off of my frame. I sprayed perfume on my pulse points and made sure the stray curls falling from my messy bun framed my face the way I wanted it to before walking out into the living room where I found the guys. Jackson was leaning on Mark on the couch along with Jinyoung and JB. Yugyeom was on a separate couch with Youngjae and Bambam spread out on the floor, all engrossed in something on TV. I took a deep breath while toying with the ring on my finger, trying my best to ignore my nerves, before speaking.

“Guys?” I squeaked.

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savethelastklance  asked:

Hey if you're still accepting prompts,can I suggest a polydins one where aliens are badmouthing lance to the point where he's in tears and thinking he doesn't deserved to be loved and the rest of the paladins just rip the aliens a new one whole going on how much they love lance and why and it ends in a big cuddle pile,

Of course! I’ll be accepting prompts til probably the end of the weekend.
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It was after they had saved the planet from the Galra, they all were invited to a huge celebration for the people’s newly found freedom. Who could refuse such an invitation. Everyone was enjoying themselves, the native people and the Paladins alike. Pidge, Hunk, and Keith were hanging in the back of the party, the two geniuses talking up a storm with one of the engineers of the planet, Keith just smiling at the two as they get excited over the technology. They can be such wall flowers sometimes. Shiro was standing by Allura, who was talking to some of the diplomats, most likely trying to get them to join the alliance. Of course Lance was enjoying himself just as much as the others. Always grabbing one of the other Paladins and pulling them into a dance whenever a new song started. Of course none of them could refuse, always ending up enjoying themselves too much to want the song to stop.

After awhile, Lance finally left the dance floor and weaved through the crowd, getting a few “thank you"s and nervous hand shakes from one of the locals that Lance accepted with a smile. It was when he was nearing Allura and Shiro that he caught a bit of whatever the diplomat was talking to them about ”—–Blue Paladin can be——“ that caught his attention. What didn’t catch his attention was the looks on Shiro’s and Allura’s face. “Hi, I heard you talking about me?” Lance beams, expecting something along the lines of thanks or some sort of praise. What he wasn’t expecting was for the man to say “so you’re the sorry excuse of a Paladin.” Lance couldn’t help it be caught off guard by that. What?

“I mean no disrespect, but what do even bring to the Voltron team? It didn’t seem like you were doing much to fight against the Galra.”

Lance tries to get something. Anything to come out of mouth. That’s……that’s not what happened.

“And all you’ve done this entire night is distract your fellow pilots from their discussions of alliance. I thought even you could understand how important diplomacy is. But I guess I was wrong.”

Lance can feel the pressure build up behind his eyes. He tries to get something out. To explain himself in some way. Was he really just annoying the others from their conversations? Was he interfering with the alliance? He…he can’t be. He just wanted to help them have some fun. He just wanted to dance with his boyfriends and girlfriends. He didn’t mean to hurt their alliance.

“To be honest any one of my guards could do a much better job of being the Blue Paladin than…..this.” The alien gestures to all of Lance,
“Really princess, there are much better options among the soldiers here than what you’re currently stuck with. Why don’t I introduce-”

“That won’t be necessary.” Allura bites out, anger barely kept out of her voice, but it wouldn’t take a genius to know that she was beyond angry. And Shiro was just as pissed.

“ I mean no disrespect to your choices with the few people you could find. But you could do so much better. The current Blue Paladin is only a stand-in is he not?”

Lance feels like crumbling right there and then. But he doesn’t want to seem even more of a disgrace than he already is. He quickly leaves the party, passing by Hunk, Pidge and Keith as he speed walks back to castle. He doesn’t want to annoy anyone else or force them to leave their conversations. He doesn’t know how long the tears have been falling down his face, but he hopes that he didn’t embarrass Allura and Shiro because he cried. He doesn’t want to ruin their diplomatic discussions.

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“Governor, let me remind you that you have no right to insult one of the people that just saved your planet.” Shiro growls out, not hiding his anger as well as Allura, but honestly, neither of them care about that now. Not when Lance was silently crying and running from the party. Not when he hurt Lance.

“Like I said, I mean no-”

“No. Let ME tell you what I think. I think that yes, Lance wasn’t up with the rest of us fighting the battle ship. He was down here, on your planet, taking care of any Galra that were planet side. He was helping your people find shelter and saving many of the people that are here now. If it wasn’t for him, many of the people that are here celebrating wouldn’t be here at all.” Shiro states, walking closer and closer to the governor, til he was looming over the shorter alien. That was when the others come running over, asking what happened, and why Lance was crying.

Allura decided to finish up their ‘conversation’.
“ be wise when you disrespect one of my Paladins, governor. That I wasn’t just my decision, it was the lion’s that chose their Paladins. And if you DARE speak so poorly about any one of them in such a manner again, I may not be able to stop one of the Paladins OR one of the lions from speaking their mind to you.” Now it’s Allura’s turn to lean in close to the diplomat, and giving him a cold and murderous look “ I’m sure you wouldn’t want that to happen, correct?”

The alien can only nod, very obviously shaken by the thinly veiled threats. Allura stand a up straight once again, and pulling Shiro along, she calls out “I’m sorry, but we must be on our way back to the castle. There is something that we need to take care of.” And with that the Paladins follow her out, although Shiro tries to go back in and give the governor another piece of his mind. But he quickly stops and silently agrees with Allura. They do have something to take care of. Or really someone.

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It took everyone a while to find Lance, checking every spot that he’s been known to frequent. His room, the Blue lion’s hangar, the lounge. Nothing. Hunk finally finds him in one of the storage rooms, curled in on himself and trying to stifle his tears.

“Guys, I found him.”

Pidge is the first to respond, “is he okay?”

“No, I’m gonna bring him over to his room, you guys start on plan C.”

Hunk gets quick affirmation from the rest of the team. He slowly walks over to Lance and sits down next to him. Lance curls tighter in on himself, but it doesn’t hide the shaking in his shoulders.

“Hey buddy. I know that your upset, but can you look at me?” Hunk asks quietly.

It takes a couple of minutes, but Lance finally lifts his face from his kneels. His eyes are red and puffy, tears still streaming down his face, his cheeks getting the same hue as his eyes.

“Hey, there’s my sea turtle.”

Lance lets out a weak and watery laugh at the old nickname, but whatever small smile he had vanishes. Lance whispers “shouldn’t you be back at the party?”

“Nah, it was pretty lame. Not as much fun without you there.”

Lance tries to counter what Hunk says, but is stopped when he lightly presses a chaste kiss to his lips. That stops Lance right in his tracks. Hunk takes that time to slip his hand into Lance’s, and slowly leads him up from the floor. Not minding one bit when Lance leans on him. Slowly the two of them walk out of the storage room and start to head to Lance’s room in silence.

Lance opens the door to see that everyone one else is there, and sitting in some sort of giant blanket and pillow nest. Hunk leads him into the middle of the pile and soon enough everyone is cuddling Lance. Shiro leans him back to lay on his chest, sneaking an arm around his waist to keep him there. Pidge plops herself on top of Lance, laying her own head onto his shoulder. Keith and Hunk take up the sides, making sure that Lance is completely surrounded in cuddles. Allura sits next to Shiro and slowly runs her fingers through Lance’s hair.

They lay like this for a good, quiet couple of minutes, reveling in the comfort and love they have for one another.
Lance finally breaks the silence with a croaked apology “I’m sorry you guys had to leave the party because of me.”

“Lance, you don’t need to apologize. You did nothing wrong.”

“But you guys were enjoying yourselves, and I didn’t want to ruin it for you.”

“It wouldn’t be fun without you there. And I’m having plenty of fun right here.” Pidge responds, trying to stifle a yawn in between words.

“But-”

“Shhhh, Lance. It’s okay. You did nothing wrong. You are so important to us, we wouldn’t want to be there without you. We all love you very much. Just sleep. You had a pretty hectic day.” Lance only nods at Shiro’s words. Letting a smile slip onto his face as he drifts off into a comforting and well earned sleep.

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So I kind of added Allura into the polydins, but I hope you like it!

I Know

Originally posted by thejugheadjones

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Word Count: 531

Warnings: None…

Anon Requested <3


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You walked into Pop’s with your laptop bag at hand. After ordering your favorite milkshake you take a seat in one of the booths closer to the door.

As you wait for your order to arrive at the table you pull out your laptop and turn it on, tapping your fingers against the table until you can type in your password.

Your drink is delivered to the booth and you thank the waiter before turning to the screen where you brought up a Word Document you had been working on for a while now.

Loads of people started piling into the chock'lit shoppe and all the other seats soon became taken. You didn’t mind, you had a booth all to yourself and it pleased you.

You started to type more details about Jason Blossom’s mysterious death when the door jingled, signaling that someone else had entered the restaurant. You didn’t pay much attention until someone cleared their throat to get it.

You quickly looked up and found someone who’s arms were crossed and eyes narrowed. “Can I help you?” You asked with an eyebrow raised.

“You’re in my seat.” He simply stated making you giggle. “Oh, and what makes this your seat? Is your name on it? I don’t think so.” You looked back down to your laptop and continued to type.

“I always sit here.” He said. “So?” You looked up at him and finally recognized him. “Hey, your “what’s his face”. Archie’s friend right?”

He huffed. “I was.” He muttered. You sighed. “Ok, how about a compromise. Let’s share the booth.” You suggested making him roll his eyes before complying and sitting opposite of you as he too pulled out a laptop.

You finished your milkshake and pushed it to the side so that your arms could have more room. You looked over and saw “what’s his face” typing furiously.

“What’s your name?” You asked. “Huh?” He looked at you as if he hadn’t heard you. “Your name hotshot.” He rolled his eyes again.

“Jughead.” He replied before continuing to let his fingers dance on his keyboard. “Weird name.” You commented. “I know.”

“Well, since we’re introducing ourselves, I’m-.”

“Y/n l/n, I know.” “So you know me. Do we have a class together or something?” He shrugged. “No, I’ve just seen you around.” He simply stated as if it were nothing. “So… you’re been stalking me.” “What! No.”

“Phrase it a little better next time pretty boy. People can get the wrong idea.” “My name is Jughead.” He grumbled.

“I know.” You started to write more when you noticed him staring at you. “What?” “What’re you writing?” He asked.

“Nothing you need to worry about.” You replied. “I knew it.” Jughead looked amazed. “What?”

“You’re writing about Jason Blossom’s death aren’t you?” Your eyes immediately narrowed. “How do you-.” “Like I said, I’ve seen you around. At the scene when they found Cheryl, always looking for hints and clues that could give a nod to his disappearance.” You blinked not knowing how to respond.

After catching your tongue you stared him down. “And how would you know all of that?” He smirked. “Because I’m doing the exact same thing.”

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Her | Harry Styles

Listen to: Rewind by Tontario x Lucas Nord

A/N: The first Harry imagine I write and it’s sad, boo. But hey, it’s insanely long! And this is the first time I’ve tried to write their accents (feedback appreciated)! Enjoy! 

Word count: 8000+

Gif not mine!

Originally posted by tmlnsn


My thumb strums across the strings once to check the sound. Still sounds a little wonky. I twist one of the knobs on the head of the guitar to adjust it and try again. A bit better, but it’s still not that desired acoustic sound I’m looking for. Apart from the guitar, Louis random shuffling on the couch is the only noise I hear in the large living room. His tattooed left arm is draped across his face to block out the sun rays that shine through the giant windows as he sleeps the afternoon away. Right beside him is Liam, whose elbow is propped up on the arm of the couch. His brown eyes are locked on his phone as he scrolls through Twitter most likely. The boredom that is written all over his face is taking a toll, too. He looks like he could fall asleep at any moment like Louis.

The lads insisted on just getting together and hanging out for the day at Niall’s place, doing nothing except escape the hustle and bustle of the famous life. Too bad it didn’t work out like that, well for us it did, but not for Niall. Ever since he released his solo single and working on his golf partnership, he’s been busier than ever, always in the studio and interviews. That’s where he is currently, thankfully it’s just a quick meeting with the record label. He said he’d be back anytime now, but that was fifteen minutes ago. Our break is more than halfway over, and I’m glad to see that everyone is enjoying it. Louis with his dad duties, Liam is traveling, I just finished up the movie Dunkirk, and Niall is making his solo music; it’s great to relax once in awhile.

I give my guitar one final strum, and it rings beautifully in my ears. Finally, I think to myself. My fingers expertly pluck the strings, making up the balladic tune as I go. Thankfully these lessons Niall gave me awhile ago are starting to pay off.

“Oh?” Liam interrupts and sits forward in his seat. He flicks his gaze up to me, apologetically. “Sorry Harry, Niall is calling.”

I let out a sarcastic chuckle and turn to sit more comfortably on the coffee table. “Probably t'say he’ll be here in five minutes.” Liam shrugs with a smile and slides his thumb over the screen of his phone, answering the call.

“What’s up Nialler?”

“Sorry, I’m takin’ so long guys, but I promise ya, I’ll be t'ere in five minutes!” He sounds a little chipper. He sure wasn’t like that this morning; He didn’t want to roll out of bed. I give Liam a strange look, and he laughs. “What has you all excited mate?”

“I’ll tell ya when I get home so I can pay attention to t'is traffic. Bye guys!” He hangs up quickly, leaving Liam baffled.

“Okay..? Any guesses on to what it is?”

I purse my lips then look up at the ceiling as if the answer was carved in it. Niall usually gets excited about a lot of things: golf, women, tour, food, babies, so it’s a challenge to narrow it down to only one. If it is only one, I’m not even sure. “Uh, I dunno. Maybe something in tha’ meeting got him all dazzled?” I look back down at my guitar to place my fingers on the appropriate frets and start plucking away again. I still hear Liam pondering then Louis throws out an assumption like he wasn’t even sleeping at all.

“It’s a girl, no doubt.”

“Oh yeah?” Liam says. “What makes you so sure?”

“‘Cause,” Louis removed his arm that shields his eyes, then rubs them to adjust to the light. “We all know Niall is dedicated to whatever he does. So when he said he’d be back around eleven, he meant it.”

“Now s'noon.” I state.

“Exactly, so there’s no way a meeting would run over an extra hour unless someone screwed up. That leaves only one other option..”

He has a point. “Man, he must have been trying really hard to impress her, if it took this long.”

“Hey, first impressions are everything.”

I hear the keys giggle in the door in the foyer, followed by it swinging open quickly and Niall piling in. His new found brown hair is disheveled in the front from the wind, and his scarf and jacket hang loosely on his shoulders. “Guys!” He says as he runs into the living room. “Sorry again, but I met someone t'ere. She’s really amazin’.”

We all raise a brow then look at Louis who smiles cockily. “Oh my gosh,” Niall continues and sits on the other couch behind me. “But she’s a journalist and was t'e one who interviewed me this mornin’. She’s a couple years older than me and is stayin’ in town for a few weeks. Isn’t t'at awesome?!” There’s a twinkle in his blue eyes. Niall really must fancy her.

“You learned all this in an hour?” Liam giggles.

“And a half. I kind of wasn’t payin’ attention in t'e meetin’.” He smiles sheepishly as his face turns red.

“What’s her name?” I ask.

The answer is simple. “(Y/N),” A lovely name, indeed.

“And she’s interested?”

That smile remains, and he nods. “Yeah, I’m actually taking her out t'is Saturday after she finished workin’. I was thinkin’ maybe dinner? You guys have any ideas? I haven’t been out in so long.”

“That’s all you, mate. You know her better than we do. Dinner is excellent.” Liam reassures with a grin.

“Aw, don’t be nervous Niall. We’re all happy for you.” Louis coos. “It’s good to see you dating again, or at least going to. Now we need to get Harry on the train.” He sits up and playfully pushes my arm. I roll my green eyes.

“Come on lads. I’m perfectly happy with the single life.” Even though it does get a little lonely at times. Those times I do wish I had a woman to wake up next to and see her snoozing away, snuggled deep under the covers with her hair spilling all over the pillow. But I’m fine right now, I am. “'Sides I’ve been on dates with Kendall.”

“Ugh,” Louis scoffs, annoyed that I even brought her up. “You two are so back and forth it’s not even worth it Harry.”

“Well I wish you all the luck,” Liam chimes, then stands up and heads over to the PlayStation located on one of the shelves in the entertainment center. He flicks the television on and grabs each of a controller. I set my guitar next to the sofa and take the controller from Louis’ hand. “Now I believe it’s time to do nothing.” I plop down next to Niall.

“Agreed!” Niall says and kicks off his shoes before sinking deep into the sofa.

That was the first time I heard about her.

* * *

Three weeks went by since Niall had his date. He’s taken her out a few more times after that, and I’m surprised that they haven’t put a title on it yet. Maybe he’s still trying to get a read on her. Although, I’m sure he knows what he’s looking for because ever since that first date, she’s the topic of his conversation. The way he rambles on about her makes me feel like I’ve known her for years on end. Is that what a puppy crush is like: having them on your mind every passing second? It sounds exhausting.. and has it been that long since I had one?

Man Harry…

But I’m not bitter, I’m far from it actually. I’ve never heard of someone that can make Niall as happy as she can. The last time I’ve seen him this ecstatic was when we went on tour together a few months ago; so it’s great to see a different side of Niall I haven’t viewed in awhile.

The sun hovers just above the horizon, making the sky a pale shade of orange. Such a rare occurrence in London to see a beautiful sunset like this. From my spot in the kitchen, I hear the front door open every so often as people start filing in for the cookout I’m having. Loud music pounds in the backyard where I see it filled with acquaintances and close friends. Some are by the pool or huddled around the bonfire that took Liam and me twenty minutes to build while Louis “supervised,” with beers in most of their hands, which is exactly what I’m stocking up on in here. Various beers are placed into the cooler, but it’s mostly just Stella and Guinness.

Once it’s significantly full, I place the lid on it and slide it off the countertop, but before I take my first step, I see someone sitting on the arm of my white sofa, smiling shyly. I set the cooler back on the counter and scoot over a few inches to get a better view and man.. do I. Her right hand is covering her mouth as she laughs at something somebody has said while the other holds a tart beer. Her hair is tied up into a messy bun. She’s dressed in a pair of blue skinnies rolled up past the ankle and a large gray sweater. My tongue darts out and licks my bottom lip before biting it. Man, she’s really pretty from afar, but what about.. up close?

I walk out of the kitchen, that cooler the last thing on my mind now. Darting and weaving through the crowd, my heart beat grows with every step. What do I say? Surely, I haven’t met her before because I could never forget a face like that. Maybe that’s what I’ll-

My thoughts are shut off by a hand coming down on her shoulder, that laugh stopping me dead in my tracks. He plants a kiss on her cheek causing her to giggle even more, but when she lightly pecks him on the lips, I have to look away. That’s Niall’s girl, (Y/N). I run a hand through my hair, embarrassed.

Oh no.

I turn on my heel to retreat back into the kitchen, but his voice stops me this time. “Hey, Harry! I finally found ya! C'mere for a sec!” He sounds cheery. I comply and finish making my way over; that’s when my heart stomach does somersaults. She stands up from her place on the couch, Niall’s arm is wrapped around her waist, in his hand is a beer as well. “Harry, t'is is (Y/N).” The atmosphere around me turns into slow motion. It’s exactly like I thought, her beauty is more radiant up close. Her eyes are the shade of (Y/E/C) with little flecks of a darker hue throughout the irises. My own fall down her slender face, taking in each feature of hers: plump lips, long nose, rosy cheeks, and a smile that just… kills me. “(Y/N), t'is is Harry, one of my best friends.”

“Um, hello.” I extend my hand for her to shake and she takes it. They’re soft and small compared to mine. “It’s nice to meet you officially. Niall talks about you all the time." 

"Does he?” She eyes him playfully, his cheeks turning pink. “Well, it’s nice to meet you, too, Harry. You have a lovely home.”

“Thank yeh,” Her hand disappears from my grasp, and I’m begging for it to return… No, Harry stop. She’s Niall’s. Don’t be that guy, my brain screams at me, but my gaze can’t be torn away. “Uh, can I get yeh guys anythin’? I was jus’ bringing mo’ beer outside before-” I laid eyes on your girl, Nialler, the devil inside me echoes. “yeh stopped me.” I finish, tacking on a smile at the end. They both examine their bottles, then shake their heads.

“We’re okay, t'anks though,” Niall says. “See ya outside?” I nod at him and smirk at her before walking back to the kitchen. I let out a big breath that I didn’t even realize I was holding. Why am I even acting like this? Obviously, Niall has had other girls around before, super famous ones in fact. What makes (Y/N) so unique? Why does she give me butterflies in the pit of my stomach when I’ve only said a few sentences to her?

It’s a puppy crush, Harry, that demon whispers again.

My lips form a hard line at the dark side of my brain. No way, I’m not that guy who falls for his best friend’s girl. Niall saw her first, and it’s happy currently, besides I-I have Kendall. My lips form a half smile when I see that he’s toying with her fingers that rest by her side as they converse with others. Her cheeks turn a darker shade of pink when Niall turns to her with a smile. He’s making her blush uncontrollably, so much that she has to avert her eyes to the ground.

“Where’s that beer, man?” Louis’ hand comes down hard on the counter, making me jump. He cackles and picks up the cooler, the bottles rattling together against one another. “What are you staring at out there..?” He peers out the large opening in the wall, following my gaze. “Who is that Harry?”

Her name tumbles off the tip of my tongue. “Oh, seriously? That’s Niall’s girl? The one he goes on and on about?” I nod, not breaking away for a second. “She’s kind of cute, but seriously mate, stop staring it’s rude.” He chuckles, pushing me with the cooler to force me out of the kitchen.

The rest of the evening consists of big conversation, drinking, swimming, more drinking, singing cheesy songs around the campfire, and drinking. I swear the cooler was gone within the hour of filling it. I had to make two more trips to the kitchen, good thing my tolerance is high, or I’d be napping on the grass like Louis right now. However, I’m not drinking to get drunk, I’m only enjoying it.

Many of the people have left, so it’s just the five of us around the flickering flames. Louis is still passed out, but Liam, Niall, and I still chat each other’s ears off. (Y/N)’s sitting between Niall’s legs, his arms are wrapped around her protectively. She leans back into him, tired eyes have finally shut. That could be you holding her close, Harry. What the hell is my brain doing? “So, uh,” I say, trying to rid these thoughts of betrayal. “How come you guys haven’t put a title on this?”

His voice is small. “Waitin’ for t'e right time.”

Liam raises a brow and takes a sip of his beer. “This isn’t a marriage proposal, Nialler.” I chuckle at the comment. “Just ask her.”

Niall scoffs. “Being the romantic that I am, I want it to be special. A girl like her deserves it, well every girl does, but you know what I mean.” Liam chuckles in response then sips his beer.

“Hey man, quit teasin’ him. I happen to think s'quite lovely.” This makes Liam roll his eyes.

“Thank you, Harry!”

I smirk. “Besides, I may be jumpin’ the gun, but could yeh imagine his marriage proposal if he’s makin’ a big deal about jus’ askin’ her out?” As soon as the words leave my mouth, my stomach tightens. I feel sick now.

“Extravagant!” Liam says. “Damn Nialler, what are you thinkin’? Something crazy like sky-diving? Oh! What about a roller coaster proposal?”

“Interesting..” He mumbles with a grin. “I’m not looking to kill myself lads and who says I’m getting married anytime soon?” We both shrug. “Who knows if she’ll even say yes to the first part..” His expression is now gloomy.

“Oh please,” I retort. “Yeh should have seen the way she was lookin’ at yeh tonight. She had stars in her eyes for you, mate. There’s somethin’ there, I know it.”

“Aw, that’s adorable Hazza.” Liam coops then ruffles my hair. I swat his hand away as his teasing continues.

“Maybe you’re right..” Niall trails off and looks down at her with a smile. His finger tracing lightly across the top of her hand.

My eyes avert to the flickering flames reflecting on what I’ve said. I meant every word, but a pang of emptiness washes over. I want someone to look at me like that, with stars in their eyes. All that love and compassion boiled down into one simple look. I want someone to hold by the fire while we look at the stars and talk about whatever we wanted. I want someone to be there when I walk off the stage and hug me even though I’m sweaty. I want to wake up next to someone I love. I want those stars and that feeling.

But I’m all alone.

* * *

As the days go by, she and I finally got closer; a month later and my heart is happy to call her one of my very good friends, but the pang in my stomach still remains. Niall finally asked her to be his girlfriend a few days after my party. He didn’t go all out like we thought; it was just a simple dinner date, but at the fanciest restaurant in town. Of course, he told me all about it. He walked her up to her door, his hand in hers, smiling uncontrollably. The stars twinkled in the night sky like Christmas lights. He fumbled with his words after he kissed her like she stole his breath away, then he asked her, and he said her face was indescribable. He still can’t believe she said yes, he tells me all the time, probably more times than I can count. He’s thrilled to call her his.. and so am I…

It’s a peaceful afternoon at my house. The only sound heard is the chirping birds and noise from Freddie’s babbling on the floor in front of me. It’s about four in the afternoon, and I was hanging around my house, writing some lyrics in my little notebook. However, I had to cut it short when Louis called and asked if I could watch his son while he attended a meeting. Since we are London, it’s impossible for Briana to look after him all the way from California and Eleanor is out of town. So now I’m just sitting on the fuzzy rug, watching Freddie pick up toys and hand each one to me. I got to say I have quite the collection: rubber duckies and rattles galore. That is until I hear a knock on the door.

“Eh?” Freddie coos and waves his arms, curious about the strange noise he just heard.

“Did you hear that, too, buddy?” I chuckle, and he coos again with a gummy smile. Another knock. “Let’s go investigate!” I pick him up in my arms then head over to the front door. The blue rattle noisily shakes next to my ear. Peering through the peephole, I see a large familiar eye staring me down. A smile plays on my lips when I realize who it belongs to. Unlocking and opening the door, I see her standing in a pair of tight jeans and a sweatshirt that looks too big for her, must be Niall’s. “Hey (Y/N),”

“Hi Hazza,” A big smile appears when she locks eyes with Freddie. “And hello to you handsome, what’s your name?” Freddie offers his rattle, and she takes it, thanking him.

“His name is Freddie. He is pretty handsome though, eh?”

“Absolutely,” His tiny hand reaches out and grabs my nose, making her giggle. “That’s a nose, Freddie.” He chatters and squeezes.

“Ow! Here.” I pry his hand away than offer him my pointer finger; his teeny fingers wrap around it.

“Oh!” She exclaims. “Um, Niall "borrowed” these from you; he’s busy on at the recording studio, and I have a day off so I thought I’d return them.“ Behind her back, she reveals a couple of romantic comedies.

I take them. "Thanks, um. Do you want to come in? If you’re not busy or anything.”

“Thankfully, I’m not.” She walks past me then stops and turns. “Can I hold him? You have your hands full.” I nod and pass him off into her long arms. She taps him on the nose, and his blue eyes blink rapidly like he is in awe of what just happened. When she does it again, she adds a sound effect making him erupt in bubbly giggles. The picture makes those butterflies come alive. I closed the door and follow her into the living room. She admires the foyer that’s just to the right of it. Freddie has his hand wrapped around his rattle that he’s reclaimed and shakes it. “It’s so empty in here, Hazza. Don’t you ever get lonely?”

All the time is what I want to say, but I reply with, “Nah, I have Freddie here with me.” Besides, now that you’re here, I’ve got twice the company. We both sit on the white wrap around couch. Freddie is cuddled up against her chest, still invested with that toy.

“How come you never told me you had kids?”

I give her a wide eyed look. She thought he was mine. “Oh, he’s not mine. I’m just baby sitting. Freddie is Louis’.”

“Oh! Sorry! I’m embarrassed now.” Her cheeks tint a light red.

“Niall never told you about Freddie?” She shakes her head. “Oh well, he’s Louis and Briana’s.” I chuckle at her immediate shyness.

“You are just so good with him, I just assumed that he was yours..”

“Thanks, he does have greenish eyes I guess, his are way prettier though.”

“I think you have lovely eyes, Harry, I’m jealous of them.”

I smile at her compliment then point to the nearly sleeping baby. “You’re good with him, too. You almost knocked him out.” She peers down and giggles. “I’ll grab his blanket, then he’ll be out for sure.” I walk over to his diaper bag and pull out the soft blue blanket. “He usually can’t sleep without it.” I lay it out on the cushion between us then she gently sets Freddie down, already snoozing away. Her pointer finger caresses his little cheek coaxing him into a deeper sleep.

“So what are your plans for today besides delivering films?”

She chuckles softly, “Dunno, probably go over some notes on this new article I’m working on.”

“Workin’ on your day off? I simply won’t stand for it.” I smile when she laughs.

My eyes are fixated on her loving actions. I’m craving that gentle touch from her hand… Or her lips. My gaze trails down to her mouth that’s slightly a gap. It makes me bite my bottom lip. I really want to kiss her. What does she taste like?

She’s like a magnet as I feel myself drifting closer. The beating of my heart is like a bass drum that’s out of control. My hand reaches out slowly, my thumb gently tracing her cheek that causes her to look up at me. Her hand disappears from Freddie’s cheek and reappears on the top of my own. It feels so sweet. I want it to last forever.

My next move makes my heart explode. Overcome with lust, I lean in quickly and place a long kiss on those plump lips. Pulling away slightly, lips still grazing, I open my eyes and see her staring. Those eyes are intimidating. “Harry,” She whispers then repeats my name a little longer and louder. When she pulls away entirely, I blink and see her giving me a weird look.

“You okay? You’ve been staring at something for awhile.” She questions and I shake my head, snapping out of the trance.

Jesus, I was just fantasizing about her. Seriously, Harry? What have we said a million times? She has Niall and is clearly happy. Why can’t I get that through my head and why do I want to ruin something so special? He’s my best friend.

I struggle to find an answer, my cheeks turning red in the process. “Did I have something on my face?” She wipes her forehead, but I shake my head. “Oh gosh, it was in my teeth wasn’t it?” Again, I shake my head. “Well, what then?”

“It’s nothing,” Is all I manage to squeak out, but she rolls her eyes.

“Obviously it was something. You can tell me.” She adds a smirk at the end.

I-I just… My brain doesn’t even want to complete the thought. I don’t want to admit it. I really don’t. I’ve only known you for a month and a half, yet you’re having this effect on me that I can’t explain. When you’re here, my heart doesn’t feel lonely, it glows with happiness. You give me… those stars. The stars I’ve wanted for the past year. Every time I look at you whether you’re in a crowd or next to Niall, you’re all I see.

“I’d rather not say what it is. It’s kind of personal. It’s not about you either, I was kind of in the zone, ya know?” I say then she nods.

“Alright, no worries. I won’t ask. However, I will ask how your day was.” She giggles quietly, trying not to wake Freddie. I smile and tell her, “So, um, you wanna to watch a film?”

I think I’m falling for you, (Y/N), and it crushes me knowing that I can never have you for myself.

Ever.

* * *

A year and a half down the road, we are the best of friends. I know everything about her: her family, hometown, favorite color, food, band, guilty pleasure, anything. We hang out so much the tabloids think she’s cheating on Niall with me. She laughs about how wrong they are and continue to see me because she would never be that person. That’s one thing Niall, and I love about you. I’m glad that he didn’t think twice about it and that he trusts we would never do that out of respect for him. She doesn’t give a shit what other people think and doesn’t let the media influence her. She is a committed and passionate woman. She doesn’t hide her relationship in public, yet she doesn’t show it off like others do. She’s sophisticated.

And that’s exactly how she looks tonight. It’s the premiere of Dunkirk, well one of the after parties at her home. The movie was fantastic, dramatic, and full of action. I’ll admit it was a bit weird seeing myself on the big screen. I’m not used to it I guess.

Everyone looks incredible as well, but not as amazing as that long dark wine dress she’s wearing. It’s strapless with a glittering sweetheart top and a plain flowing bottom that starts just above her hips. She matched it with a cherry red lipstick; the shade complements her skin nicely.

She spends most of the night attached at Niall’s side, his arm wrapped protectively around her waist as they both chat with guests that I don’t even know. Of course, she’s had a few beverages in between so when she finally slipped away, she was stumbling her way around the house going who the hell knows where. Those white pumps she was wearing troubled her on the carpet, so she ditched them later on. Her perfectly curled hair was falling out of the pins that held it in place. However, she didn’t stick out like a sore thumb, a few other ladies and lads were already, or way, past the state she’s in. Some are asleep on the sofa, and others are trudging around the house like her.

Being the good friend I am, I kept my eye on her, making sure she didn’t do anything stupid. Thankfully, she didn’t. We are in the living room again, she found her place back at Niall’s side. Both hands are wrapped around his arm as she snuggles her head into his shirt sleeve. He laughs along with colleagues while drinking a beer, the same one I have in my right hand. I’m observing the party by the large patio doors, scanning the large crowd. He kisses the top of her head then whispers something causing her to smirk and nod.

And she’s off again, heading to a new direction of the house. My eyes follow her out of the living room and a step into the foyer until she stops and turns. Glossed over eyes are now on me, the smirk still remaining. She motions for me to come closer with her index finger and I laugh but comply.

“Yes?”

“Hazza, I need you to help me.”

“With what?”

“Niall asked me to get something for him, but I can’t remember where it is. Please come with me?” Her small hand takes mine and tugs me towards the dark hallway, but I hesitate. The feeling gets my heart racing again. “Harry, come on!” She drags me down that hallway until we come to a closed door. She pushes it open and steps inside, her fingers still wrapped tightly around my palm. She flicks on the light, and two lamps click on, revealing where we are.

The bedroom.

It’s vast and spacious. Windows along the entire right-hand wall, letting in vast amounts of moonlight. It has a modern touch mixed with a woodsy feel, just how Niall likes it. I gulp when I see the bed all unmade. The white comforter thrown back, some pillow are at the foot, and some are beside it. “Okay, Hazza. Ignore the mess. I didn’t think I’d bring anyone back here.” She says, turning to face me, the soft touch slips away. “It’s his camera. He really likes it. It’s around here somewhere I just don’t know where.” Her gaze falls to my silk shirt, her irritated brain derailing her off the right track already. Her thumbs play with the two buttons that are undone near the top. “Oh my gosh. Has anyone ever told you that you look so handsome in these shirts?” Her comment makes me blush and stutter. “I like seeing all your tattoos exposed.”

“Thank you…”

She giggles and pulls away. My heart does a somersault, and I exhale a large breath. “Let’s find his camera thing.”

We part ways and search on opposite sides of the room. I started at the bedside table on worked my way around the outside edge of the room, finding nothing. I scanned on top and underneath dressers, under the love seat by the window, and the bed. Now I’m searching through the chest that’s in front of it. No luck so far. “Ugh,” She groans before collapses on the bed. “I give up, I don’t know where he put it. I’ve searched everywhere.” She crawls over, so she hangs off the foot of the bed. “Did you find it?”

“No,” I move some more things, but nothing. “You sure it’s even in here?”

“He said, 'Princess, can you get my camera from the bedroom? I want to show whatshisname some photos.’” Her voice grows deeper and Irish to mock Niall’s voice, it makes me laugh. She chuckles along with me before rests her chin on her crossed arms. “I’m so sleepy Harry,”

“Then go to sleep?”

“I can’t.”

“Why not?” I close the chest, giving up as well then lock eyes with her.

“Because Niall isn’t here and I don’t want to sleep by myself.”

But I’m here instead. Those words are at the tip of my tongue, begging to be said. How nice it must be to get the privilege of falling asleep next to her every night. I gulp. No Harry, don’t say it. She’s drunk and who knows what her reaction might be. I don’t want to-

“Harry?” She asks, cutting off my rambling thoughts. “Can you come lay with me?”

My eyes grow wide. “Um, I don’t think-”

“Pretty please, Hazza? I’ve always wanted you to.” My heart drops into my stomach after those words left her lips. 'Always wanted me to?’ No, no. She doesn’t mean it. But a drunk mind speaks a sober heart, my demon hisses. Yeah, well how true is that? That’s just a legend.

“You’re drunk you don’t know what you’re saying. It’d be wrong for me to-”

“You cuddle with the boys all the time. That doesn’t make you gay. Please come lie with me, Harry?” She whines. I give her another look, but she just asks again.

“Fine,”

She squeals with excitement and shuffles backward before I crawl in. She cuddles up next to me with her head on my left inner left shoulder. Her other arm is draped across my torso. My arm rests around both her shoulders while my other hand lies on my stomach, fingertips barely grazing her left forearm. She nuzzles her nose into my neck, her breath tickling me. I smile smally. My heart is beating fast and loud, it’s like it’s pounding in my ears. I shouldn’t be doing this, but… after a year and half of lusting over her, I just can’t wait anymore. Everything is so perfect right now, except for the fact that she’s a little intoxicated. Just keep that mindset, Harry. She lets out of hum of satisfaction. “You’re so warm, Hazza.”

“Naturally, I guess.”

She lets out a short chuckle and moves her hand over my chest. “Your heart is beating so fast.. Am I making you nervous?” She moves her head away from my neck and back onto my shoulder. Yes. But before I answer, she continues. “You make me nervous. I get butterflies in my stomach anytime you’re around, and my heart feels just like this… It’s like every time I see you, I just can’t get over how beautiful you are, inside and out.”

“Now you’re making me nervous..” I whisper.

“The nervous that I feel or a different kind?” Her fingers find the buttons of my shirt again. Her long wine colored dress drapes over one of my legs.

I gulp. I didn’t think I would ever be confessing my feelings for her in a million years, but fate has other plans. “Um, the one you feel.” My answer makes her head perk up, our faces just inches apart. I could never want anything more to see her staring back at me with the same look I give her. “Do you like me Harry Styles?” She whispers.

I swallow down the frog in my throat. Here goes nothing. “I-I actually love you. More than you know.” She bites her lips then leans in, our lips connecting slow but lovingly. It’s exactly how I pictured she would feel like a pile of feathers. Her taste, however, stings like liquor, making the magic fade and the realization hit that this isn’t how pictured it. The demon in me fuels my adrenaline, my passion, and lust. I set us both up, the kisses are rougher and start traveling places: the neck, below the ear, across her collarbone. She moans my name, and it’s like music to my ears. Her hands tear off my black silk shirt and throw it across the room, before returning for more. Her slender fingers are in my hair driving me mad with each move. My own greedy hands reach around and feel for the zipper of her dress. It inches down slowly.

Stop.

Pulling it off, I toss it away, and it hits the floor with a thud. I reattach at her neck and work my way down towards her bare breasts.

Stop! The angel on my shoulder screams. I pull away frantically, not meeting her eye line. She asks me what’s wrong, but I just shake my head. She sniffles like she getting ready to cry and covers up her exposed self. Oh no, please no. I grab her cheeks in both my hands and explain. “Don’t cry, you didn’t do anything. It’s just that… I’m stupid I shouldn’t have done this. You’re not mine. Your Niall’s.

"But… I meant everything I said.”

“Then tell me again tomorrow when you’re sober because right now I don’t believe anything.”

“Har-” I cut her off by placing a soft kiss on her lips, then climb off the bed to retrieve her dress and my shirt. I offer it to her, but she shakes her head and motions to the dresser. “Just get me a shirt, I’m going to bed.” I walk over and fish a black one out then toss it to her. I set her dress on the love seat. She slips it on while I button my shirt back up. “You may want to clean your face up.” She giggles. “It’s stained cherry red.” I finger slides across my mouth and examines the red pigment.

“Okay, thank you, but first..” I walk back over to the bed, and she sets up on her knees, eye level with me. She kisses me tenderly, and I explode all over again. “You wanted one more, right?”

“Right,” I whisper against her lips. “I hope you remember this, love, even though a strong part of me wants you to forget.”

We exchange our good nights then I walk into their bathroom, cleaning up all the lipstick the best I can. It saddens me to do so because it feels like I’m wiping away all her affection. I sigh and shut off the water, discarding the wipe in the trash can. I flip off the lights then walk back out into the bedroom. Her body cuddled deeply into the comforter as she sleeps. I fight the urge to just say fuck it and crawl back in. But that’s Niall’s girl, not mine. As I head to the door, I see a camera hanging on the hook, that’s hidden slightly behind a coat. That must be it. I grab it and look back one last time at the sleeping beauty before flicking off the lights and heading back to the party.

Please don’t forget.

* * *

Lightning draws patterns in the night sky followed by cracking thunder seconds afterward. I’m lying on my white couch strumming the strings on my guitar to some ballad. It’s been a few days since she’s spoken to since that night. I keep wondering if I screwed up by confessing my feelings. That’s usually how that works doesn’t it? Whatever doesn’t matter. “What a feeling to be right here beside you now, holding you in my arms. When the air ran out, and we both started running wild. The sky fell down, but you’ve got stars; they’re in your eyes, and I’ve got something missing tonight. What a feeling to be a king beside you, somehow. I wish I could be there now.” I abruptly stop and sigh annoyed. “Story of my life.” I sit up and set my guitar on the couch next to me then walk out into the dark foyer and head towards the kitchen.

A rapid knock stops me in my tracks. I glance down at my watch, almost ten o’ clock. Who would be coming over at this time of night and it’s pouring down rain. I flip on the light to the foyer and the patio outside before peering out the peephole. I don’t recognize the face because they are looking down to shield their face from the rain and a black hoodie helps the disguise. Longish hair pokes out though, so it must be a girl. Her figure shakes from the rain. Cautiously, I open the door. “Um, can I help you?” She looks, and I see (Y/N). My eyes widen, and I usher her inside. She’s soaking from head to toe. “(Y/N), What are you doing here?” She pulls her hood back, revealing her damp face.

“I had to come see you..”

“What’s the matter? Is everything alright?” All she does is rush into my arms, squeezing my core tight. I gulp and wrap my arms around her cold shivering body. Sobs begin to escape her.

“What’s wrong, love? Did something happen with Niall?”

“I love you, Harry.” My stomach churns when I pull away from her with the look of astonishment on my face. She came all the over here just to tell me that. When I don’t respond, she starts to ramble, averting her gaze back to the floor, but after she’s finished she looks back with, and that’s when I see them, those stars I’ve been searching for in her eyes.

“Do you really mean that?” I murmur and she whispers a small yes. I kiss her for real this time; my hand on the back of her neck, bringing her closer if that’s possible. She tastes minty not like liquor. I know it’s been only two days, but I missed her touch so much already. Show her how much she means to you, they say.

I pull away and take her hand, leading her down the dark hallway this time. Rapid cracks of thunder erupt with each step we take like the angels are screaming at us, but I continue walking. As soon as my bedroom door closed, she’s up against it. It’s like a dance as we move around the room. All this pent up energy that has grown over the course of a year and a half is being released. Each kiss is like fire, and each touch is like a drug. My cravings keep escalating further and further. The way my name sounds on her lips is the most amazing thing I’ve ever heard.

I couldn’t tell you how long it lasted; it seemed like hours. Our naked bodies heaving against one another. I lie on her chest, her fingers weaving through my matted curls. The rain still patterns on the roof coaxing us to sleep. I scoot off of her onto my own pillow, and she curls up in front of me. My pointer finger ghosting around her jaw and over her bruised lips. “I love you, (Y/N).”

“I love you, too, Harry.” She whispers.

Our eyes rest on each for a few more moments until they eventually close. Finally, I fall asleep with someone in my arms. Too bad they aren’t officially mine.

An entire year passes with our little ongoing secret, Niall has no idea or at least as far as we know. With the album complete, he’s home an awful lot some I’m sure he does think about where she disappears to at nine o’ clock in the evening a couple nights a week. When we are alone, our time together consists of lots of cuddling and kisses, things I can never get enough of, but we still do upkeep on our friendship and do stuff we normally do before this all started. Although, I wish I could take her out into the world to show her off; Niall does that enough though.

Every time I think about him, I feel guilty and I should because what I’m doing is wrong. I need to back off and let Niall have her all to himself. But I love her so much, I can’t help but continue. I don’t think I could stop if I wanted to, but… I can’t forget the night she shattered my heart.

She came over like usual, nine o’ clock sharp. I greet her with a kiss and a smile. However, she doesn’t return it. My brows come together confused and worried. She drops her purse on the kitchen table, then walks back to the bedroom, holding her long brown coat closed. I follow after her, bombarding her with questions. My concern shooting through the roof when I hear her cry. She sits on the edge of my bed, head held low as she sobs. Her hands clutching her sides. I crouch in front of her and rub her knee. “Tell me what’s wrong, love.”

She can’t even look at me when she mutters out a response. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

My body grows hot all of a sudden, and I feel queasy. “I can take it, don’t worry.” She closes her eyes carefully, and more tears spill over.

“I should be happy, but um, Niall proposed to me yesterday. I said.. yes.” My whole world collapses as I stare at her shielded left hand. I fall back on the floor, dumbfounded. She rattles off apologies, but I just ignore them. Sadness fills me up like a glass of water.

“Stop saying sorry for getting engaged. I don’t matter, I’m just the guy in the dark. Sure, I love you, and I wish it were me giving you that ring, but Niall saw you first Brittney. You are his, not mine.”

I stand up, overcome with emotion and start pacing. “But I love you, Harry.” She retorts.

“Then why the hell did you say yes? Why are you still with him if you love me?” She doesn’t respond. “It’s not right..” I shake my head at the sound of my own voice cracking. “I think..” I sniffle, my tears falling down my cheeks. “I believe that you should be with Niall and only Niall..” Even though I love you with all of my heart or what’s left of it.

“Harry..” She shoots up off the bed and rushes over to me. Her soft touch caressing my cheek. “I don’t want to say goodbye to you..”

“(Y/N).. I don’ want to, but I have to. I can’t keep hurting myself emotionally like this, watching you share your love with someone else kills me. I want to do all the things he can do with you in public. I want to marry you and grow old with you, but I can’t do that. You are already doing it with him. He loves you so much, probably more than me.” I kissed her, and this one hurts because I know it will be the last one for forever. “Please marry him,” I whisper as I rest my forehead against hers. “Do it for me.” She says okay with a small grin.

“Just know that you’ll always have a place in my heart.”

And she still does.

Don’t Wanna Be Your Friend C.H.

Anon requested; Can you please write a Calum imagine where you’re playing hard to get and Calum has been chasing you for years? And although the boys and your friends tell him to give up because you’re a bit cold hearted he doesn’t and you don’t realize that you love him back until after you both had sex(you were drunk) and he’s begging you to stay and to stop saying it was a mistake? Thank you so much Hope u like it babe

Trigger Warning: Smut

Word Count: 2.1k 

Feedback will be appreciated <3

Masterlist/ Requests/ Prompts (the prompts are not mine) 

“Hey, Y/N. Do you want to come over to my place to watch a movie or something?” Ashton asked me the second I picked up the phone.

“Of course. I’m gonna go and get ready. I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

We hung up and I go directly to my closet to find something to wear. I decided that a grey sweater and a pair of ripped skinny jeans would do. With my hair in a messy ponytail, I grabbed my keys and went out of the door.

In less than ten minutes I was knocking on Ashton’s door, already hearing some screams coming from the boys inside. I silently laughed and waited for someone to open the door.

It wasn’t long until I was greeted by Calum.

“Sorry, the guys were shouting so much that we didn’t hear you.”

“Don’t worry, it has only been five minutes.” I placed my hand on his cheek, the way I always greeted him, and he looked down while his cheeks flushed.

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Beauty and Prince Ben

A/N: i don’t do smut, so don’t ask || enjoy ♥

Fandom: Disney Descendants

Boy: Prince Ben

Word Count: 3,840

Warning(s): Fluff

‘’You can’t rush love honey. Love takes time.’’

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Hey look I finally did it,,,I finally made my cu fanart,,,

You guys don’t understand??? These books were my whole life okay they taught me how to read and all that, and Dav Pilkey was the one who inspired me to become an artist and that’s why I draw all good now #praisedav. I also had a journal where ALL I DREW for the LONGEST TIME were these two boys. George and Harold are my saviors?? (Also when like two year old me found out that Harold was canonically queer, he did a little happy dance because his idol was just like him so uh) 

If you think you are more ready for this movie than I am then you are not correct

Speedpaint here

Vesel

Bucky Barnes x Reader 

Warnings: so much fluff it’s tooth rotting, swearing

Summary: You bring happiness into Bucky’s life.

Pic is not mine. (But look at how adorable!)

My Masterlist

He isn’t sure how long he’s been staring at you this time, but he knows you’ve noticed when you look directly at him with a coy smile on your lips. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen you so happy and relaxed than with the small fluffy animals surrounding you.

Tony and Steve had decided that the Avengers needed to be seen doing more normal good deeds so people wouldn’t be so apprehensive about them. You all had been at more public events this past month than he could count, serving dinner at homeless shelters, attending galas for things he can’t even remember anymore, and visiting children’s hospitals. Natasha had decided to attend an adoption convention this time to try and get as many dogs and cats adopted as possible.

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The Bet

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Warnings: Pure smut. Not even trying to hide it. Language, NSFW

Plot: Circa Season 4 - reader is friends with Maggie and likes Daryl. Maggie and reader make a bet about the archer. 

Words: 4130

One shot, has potential for more if ya think its worth it. Also, hope this one makes up for those who hate me because I made them cry with the last one. MWAH!

Originally posted by normgasmphantasm


The heat had been oppressive over the last few days, with no rain or clouds in sight. Off on the west side of the yard Rick, Daryl, Glenn and Tyrese were trying to add support to the fences while you, Maggie and Beth sat under the kitchen canopy taking refugee from the blazing sun.

Maggie and Beth were arguing with each other over something stupid that had happened years ago and you had your gaze set firmly to the west. Sweat was slowly dripping down your brow with the occasional salty drop landing in your eye. You could feel the sweat pooling in your bra, as well as other places, but that could just be because of your current view.

“Hey, Y/N, I’m right, aren’t I? You were there… tell her,” Maggie said and threw Beth an indignant look.

“Huh?” you asked lazily, your attention still half directed at watching the guys fix the fence. Well, not all the guys. Just one guy in particular.

Maggie rolled her eyes at you and repeated the question.

“I’m sorry Maggie, I checked out a while ago,” you offered her a sorry smile and grabbed a couple more snap peas from the bucket.

Maggie turned and followed your gaze to the fences, her face broke out into a wide grin when she was facing you again.

“Uh… no,” she said shaking her head.

“What?” you asked half offended, half confused.

“It’s pretty obvious,” Beth chimed in with a tone of disgust. “You stare at him constantly. It’s kinda creepy.”

You dismissed Beth’s comment and turned to look back at Maggie. “Has she always been like this?”

“Well, she’s always disliked you if that helps,” Maggie laughed and raised her eyebrows at Beth.

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I like like you

Brett Talbot x Reader

Characters: Brett, Liam with mentions of Theo and Thiam, and Mason

Warnings: Kissing, flirting, threats to kill, and sexual frustration

“Guess what?” the boy leaned in with a wolfish grin and you scowled at him turning to face the lockers.
           "What?“ you spat turning the dial on your locker opening the door. He moved around you so he could lean on the lockers next to you.
           "I like like you.” you slowly turned your head and raised an eyebrow at him. You weren’t as surprised as you were mad. The same boy who had bullied you and shamed you was now confessing feelings.
           "Yeah right. Save your bullshit for someone else Talbot.” you scoffed grabbing your books closing your locker. He frowned at your scoff and followed you down the hallway.
           "No, I’m serious Y/N. I really like you. You’re smart, funny and not to mention incredibly hot.“ you clutched your books tight to your chest and continued walking down the hall. Ignoring him was hard when all you want to do was yell at his pretty stupid face. If he was lying you would kill him with your own two hands. You were capable to, trained to hunt his kind. But since Allison laid down the new code you couldn’t touch him unless he was a threat. Not that you wanted to touch him. Gross. You shook the thought away and Brett grinned at you.
           "Your heart beat is fast. That’s good and is that a twinge of lust I smell, doll face” You narrowed your eyes and grabbed a fist full of his shirt collar. With all your might you pulled him forward.
           "Listen here. If you so much as look at me. You’re dead. Call me doll face again and I’ll kill you, resurrect you and make the second twice as painful as the first. Got it.“ you growled and he took advantage of the fact that you were close and kissed you biting your lip. The action was completely mortifying you froze.
           "Save the fire for the bedroom, doll face,” he whispered his lips ghosting your ear. A wave of shivers moved through your body. Weakly you let go of his collar your heart hammering in your chest and Brett smirked. He had successfully, completely rendered you speechless. Happily, he continued down the hall and you unfroze as he rounded the corner.
           "You’re such an asshole,“ you whispered knowing he could hear you. You would have no problem if he had just left you alone. You had no problems with the McCall pack. You were friends with some of them. But, no he had to pester you making your life as a hunter difficult. You wiped your lips and pulled out your phone to text a friend.
           - hey mason can we meet at yours after school?
           -Yeah. Sure, is it okay if Liam is there I promised to help him with some stuff?
You rolled your eyes at the mention of the angry beta.
           -Yeah, it’s okay see you there.
You closed your phone walking into the classroom taking your seat in the back. As the school day continued you found yourself anxious, impatiently bouncing your leg under the desk. When the final bell rung you rushed out to the bikes. You twisted the combo and popped the lock.
           "Hey there doll face.” you froze only briefly before looking up at him.
           "Don’t test me Talbot.“ you warned him and he shook his head with a lopsided smile.
           ” I would never.“ you wheeled your bike out and hopped on the bike. Brett tilted his head and looked you over, ” You look good riding a bike. I wonder how you would look riding other things.“  the blood rushed to your cheeks and you pursed your lips.
           "Shut up you pervert.” you rode off and his laughed boomed. Shut up you pervert that was the best you could come up with. Yes, it was the best you could come up with. He was an idiot. And the only way to beat an idiot was to beat him at his own game you thought pedaling to Mason’s house.

______

“She’s sexually frustrated.” Liam lazily said flipping through the textbook with a bored expression. You narrowed your eyes at him and Mason’s eyebrows raised in shock.

“I am not.” Liam sighed forcefully and looked up at you with a smug expression. For the past ten minutes, you had been venting to Mason about Brett while he helped Liam with homework. And Liam finally decided to add his very unappreciated opinion.

“I could smell your sexual frustration from like ten miles away. So please do every werewolf in Beacon Hills a favor and just sleep with him.” You gripped the table and huffed out angrily.

“Why don’t you do everyone a favor and tell Theo how you feel.” You bit back and Liam’s cheeks darkened to a rosy pink. For months, you noticed the way that Liam looked at Theo everyone did but, no one brought it up.

“Guys stop. Liam let’s take a break. I’ll see you upstairs we can play some video games. Okay?” Liam closed the textbook and lugged upstairs but, not before shooting an irritated look at you.

“Y/N. You said the only way you were gonna beat him at his own game was to play him. So, all you gotta do is make him sexually frustrated too.”

“I’m. Not. Sexually. Frustrated.” You exclaimed and Mason put his hand up in defense and you heard Liam chuckle upstairs.

“Okay, but in my defense, chemo-signals don’t lie.” You rolled your eyes and stood.

“Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow I think I have a plan. But, I’ll need you to drive me to school.”

______

“Your plan was a red mini skirt, a white low-cut tank top, and heels?” you opened the car door to Mason’s car and grinned happily.

“Part of it.” You looked over your shoulder to see Liam sitting in the backseat his eyes never leaving your face. His mouth was gapped open and you snorted, “Who’s sexually frustrated now?”

Mason chuckled and drove from your house to your school. The car conversation consisted of Liam and Mason fighting over whether your skirt was too short. It was funny seeing as they never really noticed what you wore. And by the time you pulled up to the school Mason had won arguing that it was too short.

“Thanks, guys.” You grabbed your bag and slung it over one shoulder opening the car door. You smiled at the thought that this would be the moment where the cool music started playing and you would walk-up to school looking like a queen. All in all, you felt great. You unlocked your locker and saw Brett heading down the hallway in your direction. You placed your bag in the locker. He slammed the locker shut and you flinched. It would have annoyed you if you didn’t have lunch.

“Who are you and what have you done with my Y/N.” He asked and you tilted your head to the side pursing your cherry painted lips.

“What do you mean?” you asked innocently.

“Where are your regular clothes. I liked your regular clothes.” He pouted and you frowned taking a step forward.

“Do you not like my new clothes?” you grabbed his hand and placed it in on your hip, ignoring the tingle you leaned in closer and whispered, “Or maybe you’d like them more if they were on the floor.”

“F-Fuck.” He visibly shivered and gripped your side harder. You kept your hunter instincts at bay and didn’t break his hand, “Wait-no. Who are you and what have you done with my Y/N?”

“Oh, come on Brett.” You rolled your eyes and chuckled, “I like like you.”

“Really?” He said suspiciously and you bent forward and kissed his lips softly. The kiss was slow and surprisingly sweet. In the moment, you forgot you were trying to beat him and you deepened the kiss. Backing up you pulled Brett along with you. Your hand tangled into his hair you bite his lip and he groaned. You pulled back when you felt something poke your thigh.

“What? Do I have something on my face?” You snorted and reached up and swiped your thumb under his lip.

“I guess you really do like me.” You said looking down at his bulge. He followed your eyes and looked at you with a terrified expression that made you laughed. You turned to walk away and smirked.

“See you in 7th period. Have fun with your little problem.” You said and you smiled knowing that you completed your task of leaving him high and dry. And sexually frustrated.

Ok I just had the biggest shock in my life after I found out that this mystery turtles is, Mikey!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

http://mikeyandpizza.tumblr.com/post/165374744088/hey-just-wondering-if-you-have-any-guesses-about

What the fuck has happened to my poor baby????? Why does he look so frail, skinny and look so nervous???? 

How did he go from this

To this

I’m scared to watch this final now but I must know what happened to him. 

Originally posted by fyspringfield

anonymous asked:

how would daniel comfort you when you're sad? can you pls write it in the bullet point scenario form pls i love your writing!!

  • you’re always hesitant to call/text him because you’re worried that he’s busy so most of the time you end up bottling it up
  • one day he finally found time and visited you only to find you laying on the couch with an arm over your face with some wet tears staining your cheeks and you just looked so…..vulnerable and weak
  • “hey babe? are you all right?” and immediately after he said that he was like dammit kang daniel of course nOT
  • you sat up so that he could sit next to you on the couch but you didn’t say anything bc like…you rly didn’t want to be a burden to him with your troubles
  • this is where daniel grabs your head and let it rest on his huge busan shoulders
  • he’s actually not TOO good with knowing how to comfort people when they’re sad and usually he’s very forward like “oh screw him he doesn’t matter” 
  • he’s the type to follow logic rather than feelings kind but even though his words may not do the best effect he gives the BEST physical comfort
  • it feels so warm and safe in his arms like everything will be okay as long as you have him
  • your head on his shoulders and his hand gently rubbing your waist….the feeling is so soft and nice
  • he even leaned in to kiss your tears and then tried really hard to not laugh bc that was like some ong-level cheese he did
  • u sniffed and was like babe that was so cheesy and daniel just couldn’t help but laugh a lil and apologize with another kiss on your neck
  • he grabs your hand at this point and asks if you wanna just walk around town and window shop and just have a cute lil you-and-me day
  • daniel: anything else i can do for you babe?
  • you: can i feel your abs
  • daniel:
  • daniel:
  • daniel: sweats
  • you: i was kiDDING
  • in the end you may slowly tell him about what actually happened during the walk
  • daniel may not be the best at using his words to help but he’ll listen attentively and just holding his large busan hands gives you the strength you need to get through whatever it is
  • that and his cute ass bunny smile how can u not feel better knowing that this man has such a cute bunny smile and that it’s all yours 

Originally posted by kngniel

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Kol x Witch!Reader

Tags: @daddyobrienx


Kol watched as you danced, if he was honest, he was a little put out by the sheer number of requests you’d gotten to dance with people. That, however, wasn’t enough to stop his hand bumping against you in some way as he passed you or the constant flow of alcohol he had sent your way.

 

“Are you trying to kill her or get her drunk?” Rebekah hummed as she watched Kol send another flute of champagne your way.

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