You already knew you were going to regret this decision from the start. But then again, you didn’t think it was right to let life move on without letting Harry know about the teensy-weensy, very little crush you had on him. You thought you had been subtle all these years, you thought you had your emotions all under control and that not even the FBI could figure out that you liked Harry. You didn’t know this, but you were very much wrong because everyone knew. Absolutely everyone knew about your feelings towards Harry, even Harry knew about your feelings towards him! Except you didn’t know that Harry and everyone else in the entire bloody world were aware of your more than little crush. (You had always been an oblivious person.)
“You should buy dinner fo’ me first before dragging me into the bedroom, love.” You had thrown a house party mainly to celebrate the success of Harry’s new album, but also because you needed an excuse to get wasted so that confident Y/N would come out to play.
“Hush. I just needed to talk to you about something. Something very, very important!” You smiled nervously, shutting the door behind you and trailing behind Harry to sit down on the edge of the bed. “I’ve kept this from you for a while now, and I don’t think it’s fair of me to not tell you. I don’t want this to make everything super weird between us because it’s a totally normal thing and it’s not even a big deal.”
“I knew you were a secret agent. Who do yeh work for?” Harry joked, pointing a finger at you accusingly before squinting his eyes. Only Harry would crack a joke at a time like this.
“I… I, uh…” Considering the fact that you couldn’t piece words together to form a proper sentence, you knew you weren’t nearly drunk enough to tell Harry this. But it was too late! You dragged him into the bedroom and made a huge deal about how you had been wanting to tell him something for a long time, so you didn’t have a choice left. Just say it! I like you more than a friend should. I like you more than a friend should. I like you more than a friend should. “I like you, but not in the best friend way, it’s more like the I-wanna-kiss-you-right-now kind of way.” Or you could say it like that. A+ for effort?
“Oh, I know.”
“And I’m sorry I didn’t let you know this, but I really wanted to, and-” You stopped midway through your little ramble, eyes widening as you looked up at Harry. “I’m sorry, you what?”
“I know.” A shit-eating grin grew on Harry’s features before he was shrugging casually, reaching over to pick some lint off the duvet. He knew?? How did he know? You were sure you had been careful with the way you acted towards him but obviously, you hadn’t been a very good actor. Oh god. What if he didn’t like you back? Or what if he said he liked you back out of politeness? Harry was a polite person. He hated negativity so it made sense that he would lie to you about liking you. It was pretty obvious you had a million and one thoughts clambering around in your head, but you couldn’t help it!
One thing you always hated about yourself was that you seemed to immediately shut off when someone expressed some form of affection towards you. You didn’t think it would happen in front of Harry, but it was definitely happening. You could practically feel your brain short-circuiting. Maybe if I tell him it’s just a prank he’ll back off.
“Well, you don’t have to worry about it, because I don’t actually like you and this is just an elaborate scheme to-”
“Y’know, I’m surprised it took you this long t’ tell me!” Harry clicked his tongue, pushing himself up off the mattress as he headed towards the door. “I figured you’d have to tell me sooner or later, but you really took your time, didn’t you?”
“Because I’ve liked you for a long time, but everyone told me to wait for you to tell me, which was kind of torturous but thank bloody God you finally said something because I felt like I was going to explode!” Harry laughed lightly, twisting the doorknob with a click.
“Anyways, I’m gonna head down and see what everyone else is up to. I know you’re probably still processing everything tha’s happening but if I don’ see yeh down there in five minutes I’ll give you a proper spank.”
“And I’m allowed to say tha’ cos we’re practically dating.”
it’s… LONELY. to be more powerful than any man you know, and have to live like a shadow. to be SPECIAL, and have to pretend you’re a fool. i know how it feels, i… understand. ( where does it say my destiny involves murder? ) ⟶ WARLOCK.
Summary: You feel neglected by Spock and just want him to tell you he cares about you.
You expected him to say it at the wedding.
He did not and it hurt you more than you expected. Why couldn’t he just say it?
You already had so many times. You told him again in your vows at the wedding,
that’s where you assumed he’d say it. But those three words were never uttered
from your husbands lips. Which annoyed you, but you understood what the half of
him that was Vulcan did to his character. Jim could see you were upset at the
after party, which was more for you than Spock. Jim told you that Spock had
told you about the different ways he loved you, just not with those words. You
admitted it hurt you and you did feel like maybe he didn’t love you as much as
you loved him. But that begged the question of why would he marry you if he
didn’t love you? Jim had just tried to tell you how you were wrong and Spock
did love you. But it was hard to believe him when he hadn’t actually said it
Your comm rang and seeing it was Spock you
ignored it. It went to the message.
“Y/n. You don’t seem to be answering
my comm calls. So I am assuming you are ignoring me or have lost your comm. I
wasn’t aware you had any activities occurring today that meant you were exiting
the house. If you could please call me back I would be much obliged and less
worried by the lack of communication, I will see you when I return home.”
He hung up and you sat back on the bed. You felt bad but you also wanted him to
be worried in a way because, it showed that he cares. Maybe that was
manipulative but you needed the affirmation that he didn’t stay with you and
marry you for some other reason.
Later that day, the doorbell rang, so you
knew it wasn’t Spock. Going to the door you opened it. It was Jim.
“So. You’re not dead!” He
exclaimed. “I’m Spock’s eyes and ears because apparently you haven’t been
returning any of the poor Vulcans’ calls and he’s getting worried.” Jim
walked in and got a beer from the kitchen.
Request: If request are still open, could you do something with Kylo accidentally killing the reader in a middle of a battle? I haven’t been feeling the best and I just need something to make me cry. I’m so sorry.
A/N: Idk why requests like these appeal to me so much like….I enjoy writing them even tho they literally rip my heart out??? Thank you anon for requesting this, I hope this makes you cry! [gif not mine]
Word Count: 2.6K+
We’ll make it through. I promise you. The sound of the sweet voice rung in his head, the sight of something so innocent and pure that took the human form. We’ll make it through. I promise you. The same words repeated in his head, all he could think about was the lovely face he was once able to hold and kiss. The once lovely person he used to call his own. We’ll make it through. I pr-