i said i was going to sleep but i lied

(Loki x Reader) Can’t Sleep

Originally posted by i-am-a-poseur

A/N- Can’t sleep….too much netflix…decided to write something completely random…and I didn’t edit so sorry for typos…also it’s summer in Australia and it’s so effing hot so I can’t sleep…so here it is. also dat gif tho😍

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It was about 1:00 in the morning, and you were lying on your bed in the Avengers tower. It was summer, and the past several days had been extremely hot, including the nights. You tossed and turned agitatedly because the heat was making it impossible to sleep. The tower had a minor power surge two days ago due to one of Bruce’s experiments, which for some odd reason had made the air conditioning system throughout the tower to be rendered useless. This meant your second restless night in a row.

“Damn it” you whispered, as you got out of bed and quietly opened your bedroom door to get something to drink. You tiptoed down the hall until you noticed that one of the bedroom lights was on, as you could see under the door. You tried to remember whose room this was until you realised it was Loki’s. Thor had brought him to the tower to make amends and even though most of them weren’t so pleased about it, you all got along tolerably. You were reasonably close to Loki more than most. You talked to him quite often and also leant him books from time to time.  

You softly knocked on the door hoping he was awake.

“Go away Thor, I’m not planning on sleeping” he said bluntly.

“Actually, It’s Y/N” you responded.

A moment of silence passed before the door opened and Loki was standing there, still in his usual clothes with a book face down and open on his neat bed.

“Why are you awake?” he asked, slightly concerned.

“It’s really hot and I usually can’t sleep anyway, so the past couple of nights have been just fabulous” you responded, looking right into his blue eyes “I just saw your light on and I wanted to know why you were still awake” you added.

“Well I was just reading, I don’t sleep much either. Do you want to come in?” he asked. You nodded lightly as you walked in and sat on the bed. Loki felt awkward about sitting next to you, so he just floated awkwardly around the room instead, picking up random items and glancing at the floor.

“Is the heat bothering you too?” you asked, in order to break the awkward silence.

“No, I’m a frost giant you see. The heat doesn’t bother me at all” You looked at him and smiled lightly.

“That’s lucky in this weather” you responded as you discreetly looked at the cover of the book on the bed.

“Divergent” was on the cover. You smiled to yourself and looked back at Loki.

“It’s much cooler in here than my room though” you said, watching Loki walk aimlessly around the room.

“Do you want to stay in here?” he asked.

“Are you sure?”

“Of course, you give me books so I might as well give you a slightly more tolerable place to sleep. I must also talk to Stark about how your room is far too small, it bothers me as I assume it bothers you”

You smiled at him and lied on the bed. Loki turned off the big light in the room so there was only one small reading lamp in the corner of the room, which is where Loki sat after he grabbed his book.

“You’re really not going to sleep at all?” you asked quietly.

“Not at all, I don’t mind” he said before he hesitated slightly. “Nightmares you see” he added, looking down at the floor.

“Oh, I see” you say as you bury your head into the pillow. A few moments pass before you get up and walk over to where Loki was sitting.

“Don’t you wish to sleep?” he asked as he lifted his head up from his book to look at you.

“Nope, I can stay up for a while longer, If that’s alright with you?” you respond.

“Absolutely” he says, smirking a little.

You leaned your head on Loki’s shoulder and Loki stiffened at the contact.

“You’re so cold!” you say as you touch his hand with awe. Loki chuckles and looks down at his hand thoughtfully.

“One of the perks of being a frost giant” he says, still looking down at his hand. You smiled at him and continued t rest you head on his shoulder and lean closer and closer into him as time went by. Loki didn’t mind though, he would never say this but he always enjoyed your company.


Later that morning at about 9:00, Thor sat with the other avengers eating breakfast. Everyone was talking about usual topics before Tony noticed two people were missing.

“Where’s reindeer games and Y/N?” Tony asked. The rest of the avengers looked at him thoughtfully.

“Y/N likes to sleep in, so I wouldn’t worry too much about them” Natasha said before she took a bite of her food.

“I will check on my brother” Thor says as he stands up and walks down the hall. He stands in front of Loki’s door and knocks a few times.

“Loki?” he asked, slightly concerned. Thor decides to open the door ever so slightly, and grins when he sees his brother.

You and Loki were on the floor of the room dead asleep, with your book closed and on the floor beside you. You were resting your head on his chest and Loki had his hand almost protectively on your head. You were both breathing peacefully and didn’t stir. Thor slowly closed the door and walked down the hall still smiling.

“He’s still asleep” he responded as he sat down at the table, smiling for the rest of the day.

  • Remus: I still can't believe you all became Animagi for me.
  • James: Believe it, Remus. We're here for y- Sirius...?
  • Sirius: Mmmf- wat?
  • James: Er... should you be eating that?
  • Sirius: ...hmm?
  • Remus: Well, isn't your animagus a dog? ...Doesn't chocolate kill dogs?
  • Sirius: .....
  • *drops chocolate frog in shock*
  • James: *vague panic* I'm sure it'll be fine-
  • Sirius: AM I GOING TO DIE?
  • James: Oh here we go-
  • Sirius: REMUS, AM I GOING TO DIE??
  • Remus: I really don't think you're going to DIE, Sirius-
  • Sirius: THE ROOM
  • James: I shouldn't have even said anything-
  • Sirius: IT'S SPINNING
  • Remus: Sirius, you're overreacting-
  • James: You're facing the wall, Sirius-
  • *Lies down on the floor*
  • Remus: ...
  • James: ...
  • Sirius: *not moving*
  • Remus: Should we -
  • James: Just leave him, we won't get any sleep tonight if we don't.
Dialogue Prompt List 2

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1. “I feel like I’m losing my damn mind.”

2. “Gah! Why are you so cold? Get off of me you icicle!”

3. “Marry me?”

4. “God, I was so worried!” “I was only gone for five minutes!”

5. “Please don’t shut me out.”

6. “I can’t believe you haven’t noticed. I’m screaming for someone to notice, to help me, and yet no one does!”

7. “Who the hell do you think you are?”

8. “This is going to hurt, I’m so sorry.”

9. “Who did this to you?”

10. “I’m gonna kill him!”

11. “Cuddle me you weirdo.”

12. “I’m pregnant.”

13. “Are you…crying? You? Mister/Miss, ‘I don’t cry, I’m tough as hell’?”
“Oh shut up, we all have our weaknesses!”

14. “You’re part of the family now, don’t ever think you’re not.”

15. “Breathe, can you do that for me?”

16. “I’m a burden to you!”

17. “I’m better off dead.” “You’re better off alive, with me.”

18. “You’re beautiful, and if anyone says that you’re not, know that they’re damn well wrong.”

19. “You’re warm, s'great for cuddling.”

20. “Send help, the kids are out of control!”

21. “C'mere you sexy thing!”

22. “I, um, might’ve gone a little bit overboard on the shopping.” “A little bit?!”

23. “You did this all for me?” “No, I did this for Jeffrey across the street. Yes I did this for you!”

24. “What the hell is happening to me?”

25. “You aren’t dreaming, look, I’m here, this is real.”

26. “There’s so much blood, it won’t come off!”

27. “Woah, slow down, what’s going on?”

28. “I’m so lucky to have you.”

29. “You mess with her/him, you mess with me.”

30. “That’s it, you’re staying here until I can get this sorted.” “But I–” “No buts!”

31. “I don’t want to sleep alone tonight.”

32. “I love you, you know that right?”

33. “I’m coming to get you, stay there.”

34. “Okay, so don’t freak out, but I got flour everywhere…”

35. “Is it supposed to look like that?” “I think so?” “Is that a question or a statement?”

36. “Woah, I never knew you had a tattoo!”

37. “Are you safe?” “I-I don’t know.”

38. “S/he deserves better than me.”

39. “We’re more than just friends and you know it.”

40. “It’s me! It’s me! Calm down, baby, please.”

41. “What have you been doing? Actually, don’t answer that, I don’t want to know.”

42. “Is the movie too scary? I can stop it if you want and we could watch something else.”

44. “Touch her again, and I’ll kill you.” “Will you? Because last time I checked, petty threats don’t do shit, ____. They just piss me off more.”

45. “You don’t mess with my family.”

46. “What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

47. “Please don’t leave me.”

48. “Did you just slap my ass?” “Actually, I firmly grasped it.” “Did you just quote Spongebob?

49. “Beautiful.”

50. “Let her/him go, please! I’m the one you want!” “Oh really now? What can you do for me?”

51. “I’ve got you, you’re safe now.”

52. “And you didn’t think to tell me about this until now?” “I didn’t think it was that important…”

53. “I can’t carry on this way anymore, I can’t live like this.”

54. “You know if you wanted sex, you could’ve just asked.”

55. “Stop freaking out, you’re making me freak out! And I’m the level headed one of the house!”

56. “Please don’t do this, your family needs you, your friends need you, I need you.”

57. “You can’t hide from me!”

58. “Well this is a nice change of scenery.” “_____, we’re in a prison cell.” “I was being sarcastic.”

59. “How sweet, sacrificing yourself for her, when did you get a heart?”

60. “Um, I don’t think that what you’re doing is legal, so if you could just let me go, that would be great.”

61. “I thought you said you knew where we were going.”
“Yeah I lied.”

62. “Shit, you’re freezing, let’s get you warmed up, alright?”

63. “What happened to me?”

64. “I’m not letting you sleep on the floor, get up here.”

65. “It’s not like I’m some broken vase that you can just glue back together and then expect that everything will be okay again! It doesn’t work like that!”

66. “Everything I’ve done is for you, you’re the only thing in the world that matters to me.”

67. “Are you seriously stuck right now?” “Don’t just stand there! Help me!”

68. “I can’t do the things that you can do.”

69. “Please don’t post that, no!” “Oops, too late.”

70. “What game is that?”

71. “I said create a distraction, not this!”

72. “We’re in public, stop that.”

73. “I had some food from your fridge, I hope you don’t mind.”

74. “Hand over the girl.” “That’s not gonna happen in your lifetime.”

75. “Can you stop poking me?!” “I’m not poking you.”

76. “I’ve already told you this, we’re not killing anyone!”

77. “I’m about seventy five percent sure that this bridge won’t break.”
“Only seventy five?!”

78. “I need you to be my girlfriend for about five minutes.”

79. “I don’t need protecting!”

80. “You know they’re going to use the things you love against you.”

81. “It’s locked!” “You mean we’re stuck in here?”

82. “Shut up.” “I didn’t say anything.” “I don’t care, shut up.”

83. “Hey! I was watching that!”

84. “I thought they’d killed you, I’m glad I thought wrong.”

85. “Not now, I’m busy.”
“But it’s been so long!”


This was requested sometime back. I’m not too thrilled with it, but it wasn’t going to get much better than this. I had something else written, but decided to write about something I had personal experience with instead. Thank you all for your patience and for reading!

        The blaring horn sound of Shawn’s alarm echoed through the bus, letting me know that it was seven in the morning. I didn’t move, continuing to stare at the ceiling of the back room which I had been doing for the past two hours. I was exhausted, mentally and physically, yet sleep seemed content with skipping over me the last three nights. It was my first-time visiting Shawn on tour and from night one, it was a disaster.

           I had been sick before I’d even arrived. I had a cough that just wouldn’t go away and it peaked the second day I was here. Shawn took me to Urgent Care without hesitation as I was wheezing and could hardly breathe. After a chest x-ray, it was confirmed that I had a mild case of Walking Pneumonia. I was given a breathing treatment, steroids, antibiotics, an inhaler, and extremely potent cough syrup and sent on my way.

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Originally posted by sugutie

◇ You’ve just waged war on renowned fuckboy Jeon Jungkook.

◇ Jungkook x reader

◇ fuckboi!au + college!au

◇ based off unforgettable by french montana just because i could lol

◇ ahsjksks I’m not dead my dudes don’t worry im just studying which is the same thing but!!! Anyway i made this because of procrastination so don’t expect another one right away lol ❤️❤️❤️💟💖💖


You were proud to say that college wasn’t kicking your ass as much as it probably could. You finished three of your four essays due, completed a project that was 35% of your final grade, and managed to study for at least 10 minutes in the passed week.

And now, here you lay, your laptop perched on the bed in front of you with Netflix pulled up in the screen and a large bag of Doritos beside you. Your well-earned reward — and you’re enjoying it, too. Well, until—

“Hey!” The bubbly brunette you fondly called your roommate plummets onto your bed before you register her presence, and the presence of her red headed girlfriend who trails in after. “Guess what?”

“You and Rose decided to take a spontaneous trip to Hawaii and leave me to watch Luke Cage?” You try with a wishful smile, knowing damn well what she was about to propose as soon as she pulled up her Twitter. “A party? Really?”

“Yes!” Jennie grins brightly, shoving the screen in your face. A tweet from the man himself, Jackson Wang, is on the screen, and you barely catch the words party and insane before she yanks it back. “Jackson is throwing another party this Friday and since there’s nothing too important coming up, I demand that you attend—”

“I don’t think so,” you laugh in disbelief, turning back to your relaxing setup. “No more parties for me—”

“Oh, come on,” Jennie’s face drops as she groans, slumping her body over your back dramatically — it was times like this that her fine arts major really came out. “The last party you went to was weeks ago! The last guy that you slept with was ages ago and it was terrible and it’s making you cranky—”

“I am not cranky!” You interrupt in indignation, eyes wide. At the pointed look that’s shot at you from both girls, you deflate. “That guy wasn’t that bad. What’s your point?”

“Our point,” Rose speaks with a furrow of her eyebrows, “is that since you slept with You-Know-Who—” Her eyes narrow warningly when your mouth opens to make a Voldemort joke— “You’ve been in a slump. And it’s making you angry at everything.”

“So you think I should go to a party to get wasted and fuck someone?” You retort, rolling your eyes, “I don’t think so.”

“You don’t have to get wasted,” Jennie whines, tugging at your arm. “Look, me and Rose are going too. We’ll stay with you until you get some nice piece of meat to play with—”


“And then you can be happy and we’ll be happy because you’re happy!” She concludes with a cheeky grin.

You ponder her offer, swimming between whether or not you should listen to your ultracrepidarian best friend. Your hesitance shows obviously on your face, and Jennie pouts. “Please? I haven’t been to a party with my best friend in weeks—”

You sigh, pulling your arms from your grip and wriggling your body to roll Jennie off of your back. “Whatever, whatever. Can I watch this in peace now?”

Squeals and whatnot ensue, but you can only roll your eyes and push your earphones in further, grabbing another handful of Doritos.


Nothing had ever irritated Jeon Jungkook as much as this particular thing was.

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Jughead x reader

In which Jughead and the reader have opposite windows and hidden feelings.


I woke up to my phone buzzing incessantly next to my head. I groaned, opening my eyes blearily, and carelessly threw my hand around trying to find the source of the noise. Once my fingers had grasped it I brought it up to my face, squinting at the bright screen in my dark room. I almost cried when I saw that the time was 3.46am, but was awakened by the five messages from my best friend, Jughead, displayed on the screen. I opened the unread texts, struggling to read them in my lethargic state. 

J: Hey

J: Hey

J: Hey

J: You awake?

I rapidly grew furious at his audacity to interrupt my rest. I texted him back a furious, all caps message about how I was now awake, thanks to him, and waited for a reply to make sure it wasn’t an emergency before I went back to sleep.

J: Come to the window

I groaned loudly, forcing myself to sit up and leave the warmth of my bed. Jughead and I’s windows were directly opposite each other, which often came in handy, but also gave him the opportunity to irritate me at all hours. I drew back my curtains slowly to find him already leaning out of his window, waiting for me. I glared at him as I lifted my own window up to speak to him. I was fairly sure I could have been mistaken for roadkill at that moment, with bed hair, half-closed eyes and particularly unflattering pyjamas, but I couldn’t have cared less. Jughead had known me for too long to be phased by it.

“This had better be a world-altering, life or death emergency, Jones.” I muttered, leaning out and glowering at him. To my dismay he grinned at me. Not an emergency then.

“Well that depends. Would you consider my forthcoming death from boredom an emergency?” He asked cheekily, leaning his chin on his arms. I moaned, realising quickly that I had just left the sweet, sweet world of sleep because he was bored. I began to retreat back into my room, but I was cut off.

“No, Y/N, wait, wait.” He whined. I stopped where I was, halfway back inside, and looked at him sceptically. 

“If you give me one rational, justified reason for me to stay out here and talk to you, I might consider it.” I told him, raising my eyebrows. He faltered.

“Because… you love me?”

“Bye.” I said, retreating to my bed, but leaving my window open.

“Rude, actually!” I heard him whisper yell as I curled back into my covers. There was quiet for a moment, and I had just begun to slip back into unconsciousness when he spoke again. 

“I’m climbing over.”

I opened my eyes in panic and stumbled over to the window to lock it, but he was already there, opening it and climbing in. Because our houses were marginally smaller than the rest of our friend’s, they were just about close enough to each other for the precarious climb to be made between the windows. Jughead had discovered this in about the fifth grade, and I honestly wished he hadn’t. Too many times had I walked into my room to find him already there, lounging on my bed, and scaring me half to death. It wasn’t good for my cardiovascular health, honestly. 

I was helpless as he pushed his way into my room, standing up and grinning at me as he brushed off his pyjama pants. Lucky for him, my parents weren’t home, so there was no risk of waking them up. I said nothing, only scowled at him as I retreated to my bed and he followed, sitting on the end of it. I sighed and rubbed my eyes, accepting that I probably wasn’t going to get back to sleep with him here. He was too distracting.

“You won. Happy?” I asked him bitterly. He pouted.

“Come on, Y/N, don’t be like that.” He slung his arm around my shoulders, smirking. “I know you love me.”

“I do not.” I lied, crossing my arms and looking away from him.

“Be honest, you’re glad I’m here.” He teased. I scoffed. 

“Glad you’re here keeping me awake, when I could be in the sweet oblivion that is unconsciousness? Yeah, right.” He laughed, and I couldn’t help the smile that overcame my face. I was in too deep. 

I wonder if he knew I was in love with him then. 

I leant back into my pillows, and he moved so he was lying next to me, both of us staring at the ceiling. If he wasn’t going to let me sleep, he could at least entertain me. I turned my head to look at him.

“Tell me a story, Jones.”

He starting telling me about his writing ideas and talking about anything that came to his mind. I contributed to the conversation a bit, but mainly I just watched him. I had been in love with him for about a year, but liked him for longer. I know, I’m a living cliché. I had been through the struggle of loving your best friend in my head a thousand times, and had overthought everything. I couldn’t tell him, because I knew I would probably lose him if he didn’t feel the same, and that didn’t bear thinking about. But I also didn’t know how much longer I could keep up the pretence. The pretence that I didn’t want to jump his bones every time I saw him, that is. I pushed this internal conflict from my mind, and tried to focus on Jughead. He talked so passionately, his eyes lighting up as he spoke, and I could barely concentrate on what he was saying. I was no longer tired, simply mesmerised by the boy in front of me as the night stretched on around us. 

“What’s that look for?” He asked curiously, cutting himself off as he finally noticed my staring. I shook my head, tearing my eyes away from him.

“Nothing.” I said, trying to play it off. He smiled bemusedly.

“What were you looking at?” I paused, bringing my eyes back to his and smiling softly at him.

“You.” I whispered. He smiled, looking confused, but didn’t say anything. My breath caught in my throat as I realised how close we were to each other, now it was silent. His eyes flickered to my lips, and I could hear nothing but our breaths and my own heartbeat. Every concern I had previously had about loving him dissipated as he leaned forward. He hesitantly and softly moved his mouth to touch mine. I was in a sort of trance, my head spinning and my heart threatening to beat out of my ribcage. My lips moved very slightly against his, with my eyes closed. Our noses brushed against each other as we hovered with our lips slightly touching. It was barely a kiss, but it left me breathless. He left me breathless. 

He pulled away slightly, his breath faltering. 

“Was that… okay?” He whispered concernedly. His eyes met mine and I smiled.

“Definitely.” He smiled and pressed his lips against mine again. I giggled as he pulled me closer to him, wrapping me up in his arms. He kissed me again and again. I couldn’t come to terms with the feeling of his lips on mine. He moved his head back to look me in the eye. There was a soft smile on his face as he studied me. He put his hand on the side of my head, as if to check I was real.

“I can’t believe this is happening.” He breathed in amazement, shaking his head. I felt like crying. 

“Neither can I.” I whispered, and he pulled me into him again. His lips were on mine and his arms were around me.


Just a bit of a fluff


Originally posted by spiderholland

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader(female)

Summary: Reader has been in an abusive relationship for the past two years. When Steve, Bucky, and Peter find out about it, they make it their goal to get her out of there as soon as possible. Especially Peter, because nothing bothers him more than seeing the woman he loves being taken advantage of. 

Warnings: language, mentions of abuse, injury, mentions of anxiety

*not my gif* 


The lights were off in the corridors of the Avengers building. Hopefully no one was up watching a movie in the dark. I stepped out of the elevator and into the common room of my floor. I stayed on the floor with Steve, Bucky, Sam, and Peter. Peter was originally assigned to a room on the second floor with Clint, Nat, and Wanda, but he asked Tony if he could switch because he claimed that the wifi connection was better on this floor. I think otherwise. 

I stayed quiet and tried my best to tip toe to my bedroom. That’s when I noticed the dim light of the TV flashing. I stopped in my tracks. I pulled my hood over my head so that if one of them saw me, they couldn’t see the black eye I had. 

My eyes adjusted the longer I stood there and I noticed that it was all of them sitting watching The Matrix. Why did they choose tonight to do this? I can’t let them see me like this. 

It looked like Sam and Peter had fallen asleep, and Bucky and Steve were very engrossed with the TV screen. So I just took a shot and walked straight for my room. But of course, one of the soldiers saw me. 

“(y/n), where have you been? It’s nearly one o’clock in the morning,” Steve said, announcing my presence to Bucky, and the two sleeping who were now waking up. 

“I… uhh… I was just out with some friends. We got some dinner and then I went to the gym.” I lied. 

“We have a gym here. And an entire training room,” Sam said after he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. “Did you forget that?” He asked it suspiciously. 

“No, but sometimes I’d prefer to work out where there isn’t anybody that I know.” I snapped quietly. “I need to go shower.” I walked away, making a bee line to my room, but someone’s hand grabbed mine. I recognized the gentle touch as Peter’s. The light switched on and he turned me around, making me face him. I kept my head down, but he put his finger under my chin and tilted my head up. He pulled my hood back and gasped softly when he saw my right eye.  

“Who the hell did this to you,” Bucky asked as he approached me. 

“No one,” I said defensively. 

“Then what happened,” Bucky demanded. 

“It was Jason again, wasn’t it,” Peter said, his brown eyes staring into mine. 

“Jason? Your boyfriend?” Steve asked. 

I looked down, afraid to answer. 

“This isn’t the first time it’s happened,” Peter mentioned. “Last month she came home with a cut on her head.” 

“Why didn’t we know about this,” Sam asked. 

“Because I begged Peter not to tell.” 

“How long has this been going on,” Steve asked. 

“A while,” I said. “I’m sorry. I can’t… I can’t do this right now. I’ll talk to you guys later.” I said and bolted off to my room. 

I turned my shower on and started to sob quietly. Once the bathroom was steamy, I stepped into the hot water and let it soak my body. The heat of the water soothed my aching muscles. I actually tried to fight back today. Somehow my skill set didn’t work out for me. Hence the black eye. It doesn’t matter if I’m part of the Avengers. Jason always seems to figure out my moves. 

Once I was out and in my pajamas, I laid down on my bed, a book in my hand. I thought I’d try to do something to occupy my mind. But I felt empty inside. Like I was just a shell of myself. A ghost. Jason had taken away all substance.

 There was a light knock on my door. I didn’t respond, and just decided to let whoever it was just walk in. 

The door creaked open and shut. I turned my head to find Peter walking towards my bed with an ice pack in hand. I looked away. He sat down on the side of my bed, facing me. 

“Sit up,” he said gently. I didn’t want to argue, so I did as I was told. I crossed my legs and once I was situated, Peter placed the ice pack gently on my eye. “I really do not want this to become a habit.” 


“Me tending to your cuts and bruises. You need to get out there, (y/n).” 

“I can’t, Peter. I just…  I can’t okay.” I said, holding the ice pack myself now.

“Why?” I ignored his question, but he pressed on. “Why, (y/n)? Because you love him?” I shook my head. “Because you depend on him?” I shook my head again. “Because you think you don’t deserve better?” I didn’t say anything. Peter took the ice pack from me. “(y/n)…” I looked away. He was spot on. “Hey, look at me.” He tilted my head towards him again. “You deserve way more than he can ever give you. You are worth more than he can ever treat you. I know you may feel like you don’t have anyone, but you do. You have us. This entire team. You have me.” He said softly. 

I looked at Peter’s face, his brown eyes -that I adore- staring at me with concern. He was the one I loved. I knew that something would develop the moment Tony signed him on to the Avengers. When I was with him, I felt whole again. That void inside me vanished. But the reason I never broke up with Jason was because I was afraid of what he would do. Jason never liked it when he didn’t get his way. 

“I’m scared Peter,” I said, my voice cracking. 

“I know you are, sweetheart.” There it was. That nickname that only he ever called me. Jason never called me anything cute like that. “But we are going to get you out of there. I promise.” I just nodded lightly. I was exhausted and I think Peter could tell. “You tried to fight back, didn’t you?”

“Yeah. Despite being on this team, I can’t seem to win,” I sighed. 

He set the ice pack down on the table next to my bed. “Scoot over,” he said. 

I did as told and he laid down next to me. He pulled my body into his and I rested my head gently on his chest, careful not to put too much pressure on my eye. 

This happened more often than I’d like to admit. I was never one to cheat, but to be honest, being with Jason has felt more like a dictatorship than a relationship. And in that moment, I couldn’t care less about the morals of being in a relationship because I needed comfort, and that is exactly what Peter was giving me. 

No other words were said. We just laid there, listening to the soft sounds of each other’s breathing. I took in a deep breath, taking in his scent in the process. Eventually, I was able to fall asleep. 


The next morning I was silent. I had woken up with Peter next to me. He was still asleep when I woke, but I didn’t have the heart to disturb him from his slumber so I just let him sleep as I wandered the complex aimlessly. 

I wasn’t hungry, and I knew that someone would try and make me eat. But until then, I was enjoying the solitude of the weapons room. It was nice and quiet until I heard the door open. I wasn’t going to try and hide or anything. I assumed it was Tony and he wouldn’t ask very many questions. But, apparently, I assumed wrong. Peter appeared around the corner. It looked like he let out a sigh of relief when he saw me. I rolled my eyes. I shouldn’t be complaining though. He was worried about me. That was all I ever wanted was for someone to care. 

Peter sat down next to me. 

“How did you find me,” I asked. 

“Well,” he started. I looked over at him. He had changed out of his previous clothes and was wearing a red Star Wars shirt and a pair of blue denim jeans. “When I realized that you weren’t on the floor, I thought I’d find you here.” 


“You got really drunk one time and told me that you sometimes come down here to think because it was the only quiet place in the entire complex.” I stared at him, but not because of what he said. “What?” 

I giggled. “Your clothes. Red shirt, blue pants. You might as well be wearing your suit.” 

“Oh, you’re so funny,” he mocked. I smiled. He looked me in the eyes and rested his hand on mine. “There’s that smile,” he cooed and pinched my cheel gently. “Are you okay?” 

My smile dropped. “Not even in the slightest,” I said, my voice level. I looked away and stared in front of me. That nothingness inside me seemed to fill itself. But it was still there nonetheless.  I felt Peter squeeze my hand. He pulled me close to his body, hugging me. I smelled his familiar smell again. Immediately I felt comforted. 

He pulled away and said, “Let’s get back up stairs. I think Steve wants to talk to you.” 

“Fantastic,” I said and stood up. 

We made our way back to the common room, Peter holding my hand the entire way. Steve started the minute I walked in. 

He walked up to me and pulled me into a bear hug. He kissed the top of my head and said softly, “I thought you had left.” 

“I did leave,” I said, my face squished against his muscular chest. 

He pulled away. “You know what I mean.” He looked down at me. “I want you to get your things from his place today. I’ll come with you.” 

“Same here,” Bucky said. 

“I can’t do that…” I said. I felt my breath hitch. “I just can’t. What if he comes home.” 

“Then we will be with you when he does,” Steve said. 

I sighed. “Fine.” 

“Then I’m going too,” Peter said. 

“No way.” Steve said. “You have an identity to protect. We don’t. If something happens and we have to punch that prick into the ground, you cannot risk revealing yourself.” 

“I’ll stay here so Underoos doesn’t try to escape,” Same said. 

Peter sat down on the couch in defeat. I walked over to my room to grab my purse. When I walked back out, I approached Peter, bent over and gave him a kiss on the cheek before leaving with Steve and Bucky. 


I was almost finished gathering my things. I had maybe three boxes full. There were some clothes, some books I had left here for when I’m alone, my iHome music player, and a bunch of other random junk that I probably didn’t really need. 

My anxiety had never really left because I was so worried about being caught by Jason. But having Steve and Bucky there made it easier. They were like my big brothers. Overprotective and caring. 

Just as I finished packing up the last box, I heard the door knob jiggle and the door open. My biggest fear was about to happen. 

“(y/n)? What are you doing? Who are these people,” Jason asked as he walked into the room. 

“She’s leaving,” Steve said. “For good. She doesn’t deserve to be treated the way you treat her.” 

“And you two are…” 

“Her brothers,” Bucky said, taking a step closer. 

“Her protectors,” Steve said, taking another step closer. 

“Pretty much anything you don’t want us to be, I can guarantee we are,” Bucky said, standing inches away from Jason. 

“(y/n), are you seriously going to let these guys control what you do?” 

That’s when I snapped. I marched over to him. “Oh, you mean like you have for the past two years? Like how you tell me where to go, what to eat, what to say, and what I can and cannot do? You mean kinda like that? You know, I am so fucking done with you, Jason. You’re nothing but a low life piece of shit. Do you not see the giant bruise on my eye? Or the scars I have from other previous ‘accidents’? You did this to me. You create this entire situation. You’ve treated me like absolute garbage. I have lost a piece of myself every moment I spent with you. And now it is going to take ages to get them all back. These two are finally getting me out of her. And no. I am not letting them control me. Because this was my choice not their’s. It may have been their idea, but it. Was. My. Choice.” 

With that, I decked Jason straight in the face. He fell to the floor, his nose bleeding. I turned back around and picked up the lightest box we had, leaving the two heavier ones for the super soldiers. I walked out of the apartment, and didn’t look back. 

I was proud of myself for finally hitting him back. 


I was finally settled back in at the complex. I didn’t have too much of my stuff at Jason’s but I had enough there that I ended up spending the night there more often than at home. 

I sat quietly on my bed. I was staring up at the ceiling, thinking. I was in love with Peter. And I’m ninety-nine percent sure he was in love with me too. But was it too soon to start something new? To be honest, my relationship with Jason ended the minute he first hit me. And that was three months into the relationship. But he manipulated me into staying. And now here we are, two years later. 

Peter knocked quietly on my door. He entered my room, shutting the door behind him quietly. I noticed he changed his shirt from the reed Star Wars one he had on earlier to a black tee with the Levi’s logo on it.  He sat down next to me on my bed. “I heard you made his nose bleed,” he said. 

“Damn right, I did. He deserved it too. That bastard. I was finally able to catch him off guard,” I muttered. 

“How’s your eye?” 

“Well, I can’t really feel it so… I don’t if that’s good or not. I’m just glad I can’t feel the pain.” 

Peter looked at me with loving eyes. “I’m really glad you got yourself out of there.” 

“I am too,” I said. Peter continued to look at me. Next thing I knew, his lips landed on mine. Slow, passionate, warm, and soft. He tastes like chocolate and peppermint. 

“I’ve been waiting so long to do that,” he said. 

“You could have done it sooner. Would have been more motivation for me to get out of there sooner.” I paused. “When I was with him, he made me feel like I was nothing. I lost a bit of myself every day until I eventually became this ghost that just hovered outside my body, watching myself do these things and be treated that way. With you, all that goes away. 

Peter smiled. “I know. And I’m here now,  you’re here now. He’s done. You’re done. Everything is going to be okay..” I smiled at him. He kissed me again, and this time I smiled into the kiss. “What,” he asked when we pulled apart. 

“You had York peppermint patties again didn’t you?” 

“Why? You like it,” he smirked. 

“I love it,” I smirked back. 

“I love you.” 

“I love you, too, Spidey,” I said and he kissed me once more. 

“Let’s get out of here. We can go see a movie, or get some lunch.” 

“Either of those work for me,” I said. 

I grabbed my bag for the second time that day and Peter and I headed out to do whatever it is an actual couple does. Looks like I’m going to have to learn a bit more about that. But that is okay. Because I wouldn’t want to do it with anyone else. 

Forgiveness (Justin Foley x Reader)

Request; Hi how are you? Can I have a 13 reasons why imagine where you’re on the tapes because you gave Hannah hell after Justin cheated on you with her (which you found out through the text that sent around at the beginning of the show) and Justin trying to apologize to you when he realizes that the tapes were passed down to you

A/N; I’m gonna make a post after this about the next batch of imagines coming out.I made this kind of deep I felt like I was writing a chapter for my wattpad book ( sad ending kind of ) Also you didn’t really tell me how to end it so yea 

There are time shifts

Word counter; 1,706(lmaoo long af)

 Warnings;  I guess Maybe talk about death, suicide(Hannah’s ) panic attacks blah blah blah

 Alterations; Justin only has one tape reader it’s tape number 9 

Originally posted by riverdalebish

Present (Wednesday Morning )

We often make mistakes, we are human it is within our nature as we are raised we are taught that making mistakes isn’t as horrible.That those mistakes make us stronger and that we shall learn from them. What they forget to teach us is that a little mistake goes a long way and all actions have consequences.I made her life a living hell and for that, I will always be sorry but who would have thought that a little game would make a girl want to kill herself.Here I am laying in bed before getting ready for school thinking about all the things I could’ve done to save Hannah’s life. I killed Hannah baker I did it along with the others, Hannah didn’t commit suicide, we killed her, we killed her spirit and her will to live and we will carry that with us until the day we die.


It was Monday afternoon I was exhausted making my way home from school, this week has been crazy with Hannah Baker’s suicide and people wanting to create a memorial. I never really got along with Hannah after I found out Justin cheated on me with her. I make my way up the steps to reach my porch I spot a package with my name on it. I pick it up entering my house greeting my mom with a kiss and quickly making my way up the stairs.I reach my room throwing my bag on top of the bed and going over to my desk eager to open the package. I finally get the package open looking at the show box sitting in front of me. I slowly open it curious to see what’s inside but also scared of what it might contain. It didn’t look like a company package and I hadn’t ordered anything online.I open the package to find a set of tapes. Fifteen of them to be exact I look at the box with a puzzled look but decide to listen to it I pop the first tape in the radio and press play.

“Hey, it’s Hannah. Hannah Baker. That’s right. Don’t adjust your…whatever device you’re hearing this on. It’s me, live and in stereo. No return engagements, no encore, and this time, absolutely no requests. Get a snack. Settle in. Because I’m about to tell you the story of my life. More specifically, why my life ended. And if you’re listening to this tape you’re one of the reasons why. I’m not saying which tape brings you into the story. But fear not, if you received this lovely little box, your name will pop up. I promise.”

My blood ran cold as I heard the intro to the first tape something told me I won’t get any sleep today.The first tape was dedicated to Justin, then Jessica, then Alex, then Tyler, and Courtney, and Marcus then Zach,  even Ryan was in it. 

This brings me to my tape number 9 my blood ran cold again as I heard the intro.“I can’t really blame you for what you did or the way you reacted, after all, I did kiss your boyfriend but at the time you didn’t let me explain, see the thing is that Justin never mentioned a girlfriend and since I wasn’t really popular I didn’t keep up with who was dating who. I thought Justin was single I should’ve known better I guess.On the contrary of what you think I didn’t sleep with Justin like everyone thought. That day when you walked in the cafeteria , I was already having a bad day , with the rumor of me sleeping with Justin going around school ,that picture and the fact that even Clay didn’t want to talk to me you turned out to be the cherry on top when you walked into the cafeteria and slapped me calling me a slut in front of everyone. I tried keeping my tears in as I rushed to the bathroom and that was the start of how you made my life a living hell (Y/N) welcome to your tape”

My body shook as I finished listening to my tape. My breathing became shallow and tears began to fall it was happening again.My chest began to tighten, I felt my throat close up making it harder to breathe my muscles began to twitch. I was having a panic attack after 6 months of them being gone they came back. I spend the next half hour trying to calm myself. Usually, it was Justin who helped me whispering sweet things to my ear trying to get me to calm my breathing the thing is that he’s no longer here and even though I miss him I don’t think I could ever take him back. He hurt me too much, he lied not only to me but to other people about Hannah.


I decided to stay home yesterday trying to keep myself together and prepare for school today.Justin has been texting and calling me non-stop since he found out I got the tapes, asking if I was okay if I needed anything asking if we could talk. I’ve been ignoring him after listening to the tapes I needed some time for myself to think and sort things out. Guilt was a constant emotion I felt these past days.That feeling when your heart sinks to your stomach the constant feeling of anxiety or like you’re being watched the sadness that comes with it and the certain feeling of darkness that it’s creeping its way to your heart.

After getting ready for school I walk to my car get in and start the engine in less than 10 minutes I’m parked in the parking lot of Liberty High finding the courage to actually step into the school.I get out the car and make my way to the high school entrance I walk through the halls with my head down trying to go unnoticed.I reach Hannah’s locker and stand in front of it looking at it, they decorated it pictures, flowers everyone acted as if they knew Hannah or cared if they cared she would be alive today. I spot Justin at the corner of my eye and my breathing begins to pick up its pace, looking one more time at Hannah’s locker I feel the tears begin to fall as I push my way through the crowd of people making my way to the bathroom.

My breathing starts becoming shallow and I feel it coming I push into one of the stalls trying to take deep breaths my throat begins closing in, I choke on my breathing as it gets harder for the air to get into my lungs.I feel someone open the door to the bathroom but I ignore it trying to focus on my breathing.The door to the stall opens but I keep my eyes focused on the floor trying my hardest to make air reach my lungs, someone picks me up and sits me on their lap hugging me tightly given the scent I know it’s Justin at any other moment I would’ve protested shoved him away from me but I wasn’t in the right mind and as much as I hate to admitted in moments like this he knew how to calm me down.I sat on his arms as he whispered sweet things to my ear and played with my hair.

My breathing began to slow down reaching its normal pace.I slowly move away from Justin’s arms whispering a hushed thank you as I try to stand up.

“ hey, wait I want to talk to you” he says pulling me down so I’m sitting on his lap again

“ why Justin there’s nothing to talk about thanks for the help but that’s it this is where it ends”  I say my heart shattering with each word.

“ I just want you to forgive me, I’m truly sorry for everything and I love you and I always will and I regret everything from the start I want you back (Y/N) I can’t sleep at night thinking about how bad I fucked up and I miss you I miss you so much, I just wish I could go back and change everything” he says tears streaming down his face 

“ I just don’t understand why you lied to me, you said that Hannah was the one that approached you, I hated her for the longest time for no reason, I drove her to kill herself, you drove her to kill herself, don’t ask me for forgiveness ask her, you killed her , I killed her we all did and everything for what  huh?” I say trying to keep tears from falling

 “ I don’t know what I was thinking, we all make mistakes please forgive me, I just want to be back with you, I know what I did was wrong and I regret it every day I just wanted to be cool and Bryce pushed me to send the picture around so I did but I never meant any harm and I just I love you please forgive me” he says getting closer to me.At this point, I can’t keep my tears in they flow out like a river 

“Justin I’m not going to lie to you, I do I miss you, I miss you so much, my panic attacks started again and you’re the only one that helps me control them and I love you too I love you so much but right now I can’t get together with you we both need healing to do I forgive you I do but I just can’t be with you right now I need time” I say between sobs 

“ can we at least be friends I need you in my life, I promise I’ll give you time , I’ll make you fall in love with me again slowly we can try please promise we’ll try” He says standing up. I hug him tightly 

“ Yes we can be friends and later on when we are fixed we can try,” I say smiling a little

“I have your forgiveness now I only need to win your heart back,” He says smiling 

Just friends? part 3 || Dan Howell

A/N: Part 3 is here! I really don’t know what else to say..

Word Count: 1.7K

POV: Reader


Originally posted by dantlers

‘If they only knew’ I thought to myself, supressing a deep sigh.

My brother and Dan and I’s other friends didn’t stop joking on our behalf for the rest of the evening. It felt like the ship name on their t-shirts was constantly staring and laughing at me.

It’s been a week since I had last been at Dan’s flat, a week since we slept with each other.

Honestly, it was a mistake. It was something dumb we did because we were drunk. It was like our conscience and our sex drive had a battle and at the end, our lust won.

Speaking of lust, it was crazy how much Dan had managed to turn me on. I remember caring about nothing but feeling him-

“Do you want something to drink, Y/N?”

Dan snapped me out of my dirty thoughts. He had gotten up from the couch and was about to get drinks for everybody.

“Uhh…yes, please.” I answered and blushed a little bit. Meanwhile Dan was oblivious when it came to what I had thought just seconds ago.


As soon as he was gone in the kitchen all of the boys’ eyes were suddenly on me.

“What?” I asked them confused.

“So, Dan huh?” Jack said and playfully wiggled his eyebrows.

I groaned and rolled my eyes at him.

How could he make such a big deal out of cuddling? I mean, it was cuddling at first and now there was basically nothing left that we hadn’t done. But Jack and the others obviously didn’t know that.

“He is quite the decent chap, right?” I was questioned again and I could sense that they were all waiting for me to talk about it.

They were literally worse than my female friends when it came to gossip.

The boys were still intensively staring at me full of anticipation. I felt put on the spot and awkwardly swallowed hard while I stared down onto my hands in my lap.

“Can somebody help my carry all those glasses?” Dan shouted from the kitchen. It was my chance to escape.

“I’m coming!” I shouted and mentally facepalmed myself for my word choice right after. I still got up from the couch and headed into the kitchen.

Dan had prepared drinks and a few different snacks for all of us. His eyes immediately shot up when I walked into the room. We exchanged a few embarrassed looks before I went over to take some of the drinks since he couldn’t carry them all.

“Y/N?” I heard him say shortly before I was about to walk back to the living room.

I turned around again and nodded to show him that I was listening.

He nervously scratched the back of his head before he continued.

“I’m sorry for the guys. I didn’t tell them anything and I didn’t know about the shirts. I invited you before they arrived and I didn’t know they would –“ Dan started to ramble.

“Dan, it’s fine. It’s not your fault. They are just being stupid and they do not even realise how awkward they make things between us.” I interrupted him with a little smile.

“Yeah, pretty awkward.” Dan laughed shortly.

Seconds later Dan and I put the snacks and drinks on the table in front of our friends. While everybody drank and ate everything was going quite well. For once the boys didn’t talk about their newly found OTP. I was enjoying the normal conversation and laughed a lot at all of the guy’s jokes for the rest of the evening.

“Listen, I just got a text saying there’s a party right around the corner.” Jack suddenly said, looking up from his phone with glowing eyes.

“Who wants to go?” he asked, his voice full of excitement.

Everyone, except for me, was as enthusiastic as him. It was past midnight and I was already quite tired since I couldn’t really sleep that well for the past week. I was too busy worrying and thinking about Dan.

“I think I’ll pass. I need to get up early tomorrow.” I quickly lied, knowing that ‘I’m tired’ would not have been a good enough excuse.

“Don’t be so lame, sis.” My brother teased me.

“Knowing you all, this won’t be the last party. So, I’ll just come with you next time.” I assured him.

Five minutes later we were all getting ready to head out, the only difference was that all of the guys were going to a party while I was looking forward to my bed.

“It’s really late already, I can drive you home, if you want to?” Dan offered with a kind smile.

He was actually right, there weren’t any buses that I could take anymore and he didn’t seem to be comfortable with me walking all the way back to my dorm. Alone and in the dark.

I quickly contemplated his offer.

“That would be so nice, Dan.” I then said.

It was weird. It wasn’t like there was a lot of tension between us. We just treated the other like they were made out of glass or something. We were so careful around each other. We were so polite.

A week ago, Dan and I were well acquainted with each other. A week ago, he was like an older brother to me.

‘What changed? Everything, probably.’ I thought to myself, stealing a short glance at his tall frame.

“I’m going to drive Y/N home and meet you at the party afterwards!” Dan shouted down the hallway. His friends were already leaving and just nodded.

After they exited the flat and the door fell shut behind them, Dan and I were all alone. It was the first time since we had sex.

I should have just told Dan to get his car keys and drive me home.

Instead, I made us stay longer for some weird reason.

“I can help you clean this up real quick.” I offered gesturing to the table that was full of empty glasses and bowls of leftover popcorn.

Less than ten minutes later I was putting the last glass into the dishwasher. I bent down to place it right next to the others. As I stood up straight again, Dan and I were suddenly extremely close since his kitchen was tiny and he had just put something into the cupboard that was right over my head.

Our bodies were nearly touching. His chest was basically brushing against my back and I could feel his warm breath on the back of my neck.

His body radiated heat and intimacy. Both of us didn’t show the slightest inclination to move, we were frozen still. My heart sped up and a blush crept onto my face.

Suddenly we were so close again and I.. liked it?

There was just something about him that was pulling me in. Something that made it impossible to resist.

I turned around in order to face him. Now our upper bodies were touching slightly. He looked down on me as if he were taking in my whole appearance.

I enjoyed the smell his cologne although I had promised myself that I would never again get close enough to him to do that.

There was so much warmth in his deep brown eyes that I could feel myself melt under his gaze.

It was like the world had stopped as soon as I noticed how close his lips were.

I desired to kiss him. Kissing him was all that matter at that moment. It wasn’t like last time though, it wasn’t just lust. It was more than that.

“Dan” I whispered. It was the only word my mind could think of. I didn’t even know what I was trying to say. Maybe it was a ‘Do you know that a want to kiss you so bad it hurts?’

“Yeah.” He just breathed, his eyes focused on my lips. It wasn’t really an answer. Maybe it was a ‘me too’

He definitely felt it too. It was like every force in the entire universe was demanding us to kiss each other. It sounds cheesy, but that’s what we felt so urgently. And this time we weren’t even drunk

So why did we even try to fight our feelings?

In the matter of a second his lips crashed down on mine. His hands were on my waist and he quickly pulled me closer in one quick motion. Or lips were moving in sync and although we were so close already, I still wanted to be closer to him. I wrapped my arms around Dan’s neck almost automatically and pressed my whole body against his.

Dan had his strong arms slung around my waist and lower back. Our kiss was eager and sensual at the same time. My hands rose to find his hair and I relaxed into him as the silky strands brushed through my fingers.

We didn’t want to let go and break apart, instead our lips moved against each other as if our life was depending on it.

Dan hands eagerly wandered down to my butt. He squeezed it lightly before he picked me up and set me down on the kitchen counter behind us.

I lifted my legs around his hips and crossed them at the back while I clung onto him as he kissed me forcefully. By now our kiss was out of control. It was hungry and full of need.

“You are so fucking beautiful, Y/N” Dan panted against my lips, his warm breath made my skin tingle.

Instead of responding, I kissed him. Hard. My fingers were pulling onto his brown hair as I slipped my tongue inside of his mouth and our tongues started moving against each other in quick strokes.

“Yo, Jack, I feel like we need to print two more of our shipper shirts” I suddenly heard my brother shout, making us jump and interrupt our make out session.

He was standing in the doorway and stared at us in shock and uneasiness.

“Wait what?” Jack asked as he suddenly appeared next to my brother. At first, he looked confused but as his eyes landed on Dan and I’s tight embrace his mouth fell open.

Those who are Broken | Chapter Fourteen

Everyone has a soulmate. Except the Broken.

Word count: 2534

I live! Hospitals suck, but I’m just glad I’m out!

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Originally posted by gothdollysedits

You lied on your bed, arms and legs spread out, eyes shut closed. You’re not moving. Sure, sleeping like this is fucking weird, but like hell are you moving a fucking inch for this bastard.

He sighed. “Really?” You didn’t reply. “I’m not leaving, so this little act isn’t going to make me leave.” Again, when you said nothing, he let out another sigh. “Fine,” he told you before you felt the covers slowly come off you. “I’ve dated many women, Y/N,” he began, feeling his finger touch your bare thigh—why the fuck did you wear shorts? It’s practically winter. “I know how to get to a woman.” His finger trailed up your thigh, stopping at the hem of your shirt. “Every woman is different, but it won’t take me that long to figure you out.” Slowly, he slid his fingers under your shirt. You kept still, but you couldn’t help but clutch onto the sheets as his cool fingertips touched your skin. “You didn’t push my hand away, so that means you like this.” You could hear the smirk in his voice.

In a shaky voice, you said, “I’m not moving. Go to sleep in your own apartment.” He hummed. “Go away,” you told him.

Jimin chuckled. “Doesn’t work that way. You know what to say.” His fingers moved up your stomach, your shirt being pushed higher and higher until you couldn’t take it anymore.

You jumped away from his touch, glaring at him as you pushed your shirt back down. “I don’t like you. Taehyung knows I don’t, so we don’t have to pretend to like each other.”

He shook his head, clicking his tongue against the back of his front teeth. “That’s not going to work with me,” he said, his tone so calm, it pissed you off.

You ran your tongue along your teeth in frustration. “Fine, sleep here,” you told him, making your way around your bed and towards the widow across the room.

“And where are you going?” he asked, feeling his eyes on you as you stomped past him.

You pushed the curtains aside, opening the window. “I’m sleeping at your place—away from you.” Sticking your head out the window, you examined the distance it would take for you to apparently jump to his window. That distance is too big for you to just reach across. You’d have to do some sort of parkour bull just to make it to the window. How the hell can you open it with one hand?

How the fuck did Jimin make it across to your window all this time?

Bringing your upper half back inside, you glared at Jimin who was leaning against the wall next to you, a smirk evident on his face. “Need help?”

You really wanted to punch his pretty little face. “You want me to like you,” you stated, trying your best to keep calm. “What do you want from that?”

He cocked his head to the side in a cute manner. Too cute. “What do you want?”

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anonymous asked:

So from 208 we got that amazing scene of Jamie holding and talking to Kitty. My prompt is imagine Jamie holding and talking to Faith had she lived in that moment (or in Paris, you choose!) just Jamie taking care of his baby and his wife by staying up with the restless child! Thanks! Love your work!

“Please, Faith,” Claire pled in a whisper as she rocked the fussing six-month-old. “Your belly is full so please go back to sleep.”

Jamie slipped out of bed and crossed to where Claire sat near the fire, clearly exhausted, Faith squirming in her arms and pulling Claire’s hair as she rubbed her eyes with her fist.

“Let me take her, Sassenach,” Jamie offered already reaching and loosening Faith’s grip on Claire’s curls. “I cannae sleep anyhow.”

“Charles?” Claire asked, sighing with relief as the weight of Faith’s restlessness was lifted from her.

“I dinna ken how to approach him on this,” Jamie admitted, his large hand pressed to Faith’s back as she pressed her face to his shoulder and gnawed on his collarbone, her drool soaking his nightshirt. “He’s goin’ to ask me to gather support for him when we go back, I can feel it.”

“I thought the loss of the wine shipment was supposed to cripple his chances of raising the rebellion,” Claire remarked before groaning with satisfaction as she slipped back into bed and relaxed against the pillows.

“Aye well, God and the mission Charles believes He’s given him cannae be brushed aside so easily.” Jamie turned pressed his nose to the crown of Faith’s head. He found it easier to stifle the shaking rage that Charles Stuart inspired when he held Faith in his arms. She was what mattered––she and Claire were all that mattered. But how to explain such a feeling––an apparent change of heart––to a man like Charles Stuart…

“Tell him God spoke to you in a dream,” Claire said with a yawn. “Charles isn’t the only one whom God can speak to and if He gives you a vision of the Rising failing..”

Jamie chuckled and Faith began to croon her agreement. “I can just imagine how that conversation will go,” Jamie told Faith quietly as he glanced over and saw that Claire had already drifted off to sleep. “Well, yer highness, I cannae be a Jacobite any more. No, it’s no to do wi’ the charges against me being vacated, though I must admit I am grateful for how it’s turned out. Rather, the Lord in His mighty wisdom sent me a vision of what lies ahead should ye take to the field of battle in the near future. It will end with thousands of yer men dead for naught––for worse than naught. If they dinna fight they’d be no worse off than they are now but if they do ye will lose and when ye lose it’ll no be you who pays the price but all the people ye fail.”

Faith began to whimper and rub her face against Jamie’s neck. He cupped her head with his hand and rubbed his thumb soothingly against her temple. “Aye, it will be a sad day should that come to pass,” he agreed with her. He felt her chubby fist slide up his chest to her face and heard the quiet smack of her lips as she began to suck her thumb. The restlessness within her had begun to calm though he could tell she would simply lie against him in a half-awake stupor for some time yet, listening to the rhythm of his words as though he were telling her a story.

“If I’m honest… I dinna think there is a way to stop that wee fool from sailing to Scotland and making his mess… I only hope to keep his foolishness from somehow touching us and Lallybroch… in so far as it’s possible.” Jamie sighed.

He’d come so close to losing everything but time had miraculously worked in his favor. If he had left five minutes sooner or Claire had stayed at l’hopital five minutes later that fateful day, they would have missed each other. He’d have gone to the woods and met Randall, swords drawn. Whether either of them would have died or they both would simply have landed in the Bastille, Jamie only knew with certainty that he likely would have lost both Faith and Claire forever.

Instead, Claire had been in the doorway of their room when he’d finished scrawling his apologetic note. She’d refused to move and forced him to explain what had happened, her hand pressing tighter and tighter circles into her swollen belly as he spoke. She’d asked about Fergus––where was he, had he been examined, was he all right––and Jamie had seen the fear and anger in Claire’s face, felt the shame rise in his own even as he grew frustrated that he was being delayed.

Then Claire had collapsed and getting her to l’hopital was all that he could think about calling for Fergus to come along and help him, Randall forgotten until Claire was settled and her bleeding was under control and his temper had cooled enough for Claire to convince him to have Randall arrested for what he’d done to Fergus.

Everything that happened in the weeks and months after he’d filed the report with the gendarme had been a blur, the passage of time between them marked by Faith’s birth and development. Word of Randall’s arrest and indefinite imprisonment had come as the fear for Claire and Faith faded in the days after her risky birth. Murtagh had arrived back in Paris when it was finally decided Claire and Faith could leave l’hopital and return to the house. The news of Randall’s situation had spread to England by the time Faith had started smiling so all three Frasers grinned when a letter reached them from Ned Gowan that, in the wake of the scandalous tale, he had sought out the Duke of Sandringham to see if one of the additional copies he’d made of Jamie’s petition of complaint might prove more successful in completing its journey than the first; the Duke was only too happy to be of assistance. Faith had just started sleeping through the night when Claire had word from Mary Hawkins about how Jonathan Randall’s disgrace had brought Alex Randall back into his family’s good graces; they hoped her godfather could help convince their respective families to allow their marriage within the year. And now that Faith was cutting her first tooth, word that the petition of complaint had succeeded and the charges against Jamie had been vacated had arrived; they could return to Scotland in time for Christmas.

Yet when he’d shown the letter to Claire he had struggled to understand the weight he still felt on his shoulders, the shadow he couldn’t explain.

“You’re waiting for the other shoe to drop,” she had told him while in the process of changing Faith’s clout. “We still don’t know if we’ve done enough to change things and without the certainty…” She’d looked to the gold ring on her finger. Randall was in the Bastille and it didn’t look like he’d be getting out anytime soon and if he did, it was unlikely he’d be marrying Mary Hawkins, yet Claire still had her gold ring.

He was back to pacing the darkened room slowly, the damp of Faith drooling into his shirt slowly spreading.

“I’m glad ye’re too small to ken how scared I am of such a wee fool,” he murmured into the top of Faith’s head. “But I plan to protect you and yer mother from any danger, even that posed by wee fools… and fools like Charles Stuart can be the most dangerous of all, believing they’re about God’s work when it’s other men’s lives they’re risking. I promise we’ll no be leaving France until I can be sure our place in Scotland is truly safe, that Charles Stuart and his half-baked schemes cannae burn us.”

Faith’s soggy thumb left her mouth long enough for her hand to find it’s way to Jamie’s chin. He smiled and raised a hand to press the delicate fingers to his lips, feeling her smile against his shoulder. She sighed heavily and reinserted the thumb in her mouth, her body relaxing further until she was limp with sleep.

“If I cannae convince Charles to give up the Rising, I’ll just have to make my true allegiance clear,” Jamie whispered, rubbing Faith’s back as he crossed to settle her in her cradle. She looked like Claire when she slept, her hair long enough now to start curling around her ear. Afraid the feathery strands would tickle and wake her, he tucked them behind and let his finger trace the round of her cheek, lightly touch the tip of her nose which wrinkled in response.

The restored calm in the room seeped into him as well. He lifted the covers and crawled back into bed with Claire, her cold bare feet finding the warmth of his legs in moments.

Having an English wife he adored should be a good start toward proving he wasn’t the staunch Jacobite he’d been playing at the last few months.

Draping an arm across Claire’s waist and pulling her closer, Jamie pushed his fears out of his mind and into the shadows where they could lurk until morning.

Come Home to Me


Request: Hey!! I love your writing I was wondering if u can write one about Y/N being a famous actor and being away filming a movie and Shawn calling her and telling her how much he misses her??

Word Count: 1,175

Come Home to Me

“And cut” the director yelled at you.

“That was amazing, y/n. The scene turned out beautifully. Such a pleasure working with such a talent” his kind words made you blush, but you smiled happily back at him.

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genre: a mixture of angst + 250 mL of nasty, all set in a hogwarts!au because why the fuck not

star of the show: NCT’s Yuta

word count: 2,541 words

author’s note: for @thenctcults . I hope this is ok ;__; 

Originally posted by tadechan

opening line: “You are both my beginning and my end, the link between us unbreakable.” 

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Can this wait?| Do Kyungsoo

Originally posted by katherine8595

genre: smut/mafia!au/fluffy ending

warnings: spanking/marking/general sex

authors note: I posted this on a different account a while back but I loved it too much I had to repost it. It was inspired by another Kyungsoo fic whose name I can’t remember. >.<

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A Modern Day Goldilocks

Bucky x Reader Oneshot

Summary – You miss Bucky when he’s away on missions, so you sneak into his room.  What happens when you get caught?

Warnings – Fluff, and maybe a little light smut, I don’t know, it’s pretty innocent

Word Count – 1,438

Notes – I’ve had this idea floating around for a few days. Finally got some time to write it all out.  Hope you enjoy!  


Originally posted by enochianess

You had been working with the Avengers for almost a year now.  You were a hacker turned S.H.I.E.L.D. agent that had been assigned by Maria Hill to help Tony Stark hack in Hydra bases so he could concentrate on fighting.  You mostly spent your time at Stark Tower working from your computer while the team was halfway around the world doing the real work.  You didn’t mind, but after a while you really wanted to start going in the field with them.

You had developed a friendship with Sam and Steve, so they volunteered to help you train so you could officially join the team.  You were a quick study and soon they realized that you were ready for more.  Steve asked Bucky to teach you how to fight with knives since he was the best at it.

Bucky had been nothing but friendly with you since you had moved into the Tower.  The two of you spent a lot of time talking about technology and things he had missed out on while he was the Winter Soldier.  You hadn’t really thought too much about him until you began sparring with him.

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Sweetly everlasting

for @nerds-and-nebulae

(p.s. this was also posted on my ao3 account staysharp 💕 - happy reading!)

Once Lance assured himself it was Saturday morning, he pulled Keith closer. “Buenos días, mi amor,” he whispered, Keith still as he breathed softly. “Keith, babe, wake up.” Lance placed a hand on Keith’s cheek, patting it gently. “Babe.”

“It’s Saturday,” Keith groaned, not bothering to open his eyes. “Go back to sleep.”

“But we have things to do, you know, for the wedding.” The words tasted sweet, like they belonged in a dream; too good to be true. “Come on.”

“We can start later.”


“Lance, I love you but you gotta let me sleep in.” Keith let his eyes open and he looked at Lance, placing a hand on his face. “You have to.”

“I love you, too. That’s why we’re getting married and in order to do so, we need to do things.”

“Babe, do me a favor and be quiet.”

“How about no? Besides, you love it when I talk.” Lance grinned, propping himself up on an elbow. “You love this.” He gestured to himself.

“I only love all of this,” Keith gestured in front of him, “when all of this lets me sleep so that way-”

“Keith, we have so much to do today. We have to go to the florist and go look at some potential bands for music and-”

“We need to sleep.” Keith lifted his head and then dropped back down, shutting his eyes. “We have all the time in the world. Now calm down.” Lance looked down at his boyfriend, fiance, and soon to be husband. His black hair was a mess but in a pretty way, splayed on the sheets. “Go to bed, Lance.”

“Make me, pretty boy.”

“Listen, I’m exhausted. Please leave the room then if you can’t behav-EEEE” Keith drew out the last word when he felt Lance’s lips on his neck. “Lance-”

Lance pulled back, smiling. “What?”

Keith’s face was a little red. “Don’t.”

“Awww, babe. You’re embarrassed.”

“No I’m not.” Lance raised an eyebrow. “Lance.“

“Keith, we both know that’s a damn lie.” He proceeded to kiss Keith’s neck again, softly, and then drew back to find a rather flustered Keith. “Why do you look so flustered considering that you’re the one who proposed?”

“I knew I had to beat you or else you would’ve embarrassed me in public!”

“Nah, you just wanted to let me know how much you love me.” Keith could feel Lance’s smile on his neck once more and Keith couldn’t help but smile a tiny smile.

“Whatever you want to tell yourself.” He said, Lance catching his smile before he could make it go away. “Don’t think I find this cute, either.”

“Sure thing, mi amor.” Lance kissed Keith’s neck once more, pressing a little harder this time. Keith squirmed and Lance laughed, his breath warm against Keith’s skin. “Don’t worry, I won’t tickle you.”

“May I remind you that the last time you said that you lied.” Keith hissed and Lance drew back slowly, lazily, propping himself up once more. He looked down at Keith, who eyed him warily. “Do not.”

“Wasn’t going to. Was just kissing you,” Lance smiled and then leaned back down when his face was caught by Keith’s hands after he’d sat up rapidly. “What gives?”

“Lance, I told you, I want sleep. As much as I love you, you gotta go.”

“Mmmm no.” Lance sat up himself and removed Keith’s hands from his face. “I’m gonna stay and kiss you.” Then he leaned in, managing to plant a kiss on Keith’s lips for a few seconds and then pulled back.

“Look, we can do this later-” Lance kissed him again and Keith sighed.

“No, now,” Lance said as he pulled back. Keith, amidst the tiredness that slowly was leaving him, admired Lance. He was so loving and affectionate and it just seemed like a dream that someone woke him up early because they wanted to kiss him. His heart melted a little at the thought and his expression softened. “What is it?” Lance asked; of course he had noticed, he always noticed.

“Just thinking about how wonderful you are.” Keith smiled softly and it was Lance’s turn to look flustered. “You’re so great and I’m sorry that’s like a limited range of descriptors but you’re very kind and caring and handsome-”

“Keith, stop-”

“You’re so beautiful.” Keith cradled one of Lance’s cheeks with his hand. “In so many ways.” He brushed his thumb over Lance’s cheek bone, admiring the way Lance’s eyes were wide, lashes prominent. “How did I get so lucky?”

“Why-why are you-”

“You’re always so ready to give love.” Keith smiled before he kissed Lance. As he drew back, he brushed his thumb once more before removing his hand. “I want you to know that I can give back.”

Lance sat still, blinked once before letting his lashes flutter slowly back into a rhythm. He looked at Keith, his face hot and his heart felt so full inside his chest. The window let in the right amount of morning light as Keith gave him a smile, hair framing his face. “I think the question is how did I get so lucky?” Lance asked softly.

“I guess it’s good we found each other, huh?” Keith asked, the swirl of sheets surrounding them.

“Seems like it.” Lance smiled larger this time, an ear-splitting grin and Keith felt his heart flutter, his body no longer commanding him to go back to sleep.

At that point in time, he felt like he was in a dream and well, to go to sleep, would be like waking up, missing the beauty in front of him.

It wouldn’t be worth it to get more sleep rather than spend time with the one he loved and the one who loved him back.

“Doesn’t it though?” And with that, Keith moved forward, planting a soft kiss on Lance’s neck. “How lucky we are.” They smiled.

Every morning after became a love for being awake.

It was beautifully theirs, sweetly everlasting.

Secret Love Song - Harry Styles Mini Series (Part 6)

Originally posted by stylesinthewild

Part 5

“Well, well, what do we have here?” Madison smirked as she looked at you and Harry. 

Your eyes widen and you felt your heart drop into your stomach. “M-Madison what are you doing here?” You said quickly. 

“Oh, I followed you. You were acting a bit strangely, so I just wanted to make sure you were alright,” she said. 

Harry looked at you and then over at her. 

“Oh, forgive me, I’m being incredibly rude. I’m Madison. I work with Y/N,” she said holding out her hand. 

“Hi,” Harry said looking at you. He could tell that you were freaking out on the inside and that this wasn’t good for you that you were being seen with him. 

“You followed me?” You said. “I can’t believe you and this- this isn’t what it looks like,” 

“And what does it look like exactly?” She smirked. 

“We’re not on a date or something. We’re uh… doing a follow-up article,” you lied. 

“Follow-up article?” She laughed. “The one where you completely trashed him and said he sucked?” 

“You mean the one that you wrote?” you smirked. 

“I-I didn’t write that. I’m just simply your editor,” she said quickly. “And as your editor, I’m pretty sure that you know that you have to run ideas through me first.” 

“Well, I uh… I was, but I wanted to make sure Harry was on board with the article first before I pitched the idea to you,” you lied. 

“Well, then Harry, on you on board with this new article?” She asked him. 

“I uh… yeah… I am,” he coughed. 

“Excellent,” she smiled. “And it’s good to know that you were working and not on a date because that would violate our company’s policy and I would hate to have to let you go over something like sleeping with a client.” 

“Yeah, you don’t have to worry about that, so if you don’t mind we need to get back to our meeting,” you said with a smile. 

“Oh, right, we’ll don’t take too long okay, we need you back at the office,” she said. “Since this is your first day back.” 

“Don’t worry, I’ll be back soon,” you sighed. 

“Great, and it was wonderful to meet you, Harry,” she said touching his shoulder. 

“Yeah, same here,” he said shrugging her hand off. 

Madison turned around and walked out the door and Harry looked over at you. 

“What the hell was that about?” He asked. 

“That was Madison,” you rolled your eyes. “The bitch at the office.” 

“I can see why she has that reputation,” he mumbled. 

“Yep and now she’s probably going to start a rumor that I’m sleeping with you or something and now I’m gonna have to come up with another article to write about you,” you groaned. 

Harry sighed. “I know that us being together would cause an issue, but what if you went to your boss and just told her about us,” he said. “You only wrote that one article about me, so am I still really considered a client.” 

“Yes, because at any time our magazine could write something about you,” you sighed. 

“I remember when I first met you, you said that you didn’t want to work there anymore, so would it really be all that bad if you came clean about us,” he said. 

“Yes, it would be,” you said. “Working there is my job, it pays my bills. I can’t just jeopardize that.” 

“I understand that, but how long are you just going to pretend that we’re not together?” He asked. “Because as long as you work there, you can’t technically be with me.” 

“Are you seriously asking me to quit my job?” You asked. “Because in case you didn’t realize, we’re not all millionaires Harry. Some of us actually have to go to a nine to five office job and live pay check to pay check.” 

“Of course I know that, but I also know that there are other jobs out there that you can do. My sister is a freelancer, she can help you, I’m sure of it. And I can help you financially if you need it,” he said. 

You looked at him. “Harry, we’ve only been dating for a few weeks, I would never ask you for money,” you said. “I’m not someone who needs a man to take care of them.” 

“I didn’t mean it like that,” he sighed. “I’m lucky enough that I get to do what I love and I want you to be able to do the same. When I talked about traveling the world and writing pieces on that, your whole face lit up and I saw the longing for doing that. Maybe this is your chance to finally do that and you wouldn’t have to hide anything.” 

“I don’t know,” you sighed looking down. 

“You don’t have to decide now, love, but its just something to think about,” he whispered. 


After lunch, you quickly went back to the office. You weren’t exactly looking forward to it and you would have much rather spent time with Harry, although after the little run in with Madison everything sort of shifted a bit between you. 

You understood where Harry was coming from. You didn’t want to hide your relationship with him forever, but you couldn’t just lose your job over it. But he was right, you didn’t want to work for the magazine anymore because it wasn’t something that you believed in. However, he had to realize that not everyone was as lucky as he was to be able to get a chance to live out his dream. 

And his offer to help you out with money if you needed, it was very generous, but you couldn’t believe he would offer that. You didn’t want his money and you definitely didn’t want to look like you were living off of it. 

You were at your desk contemplating everything that you completely forgot that you now had to come up with an article to write up about Harry about. It shouldn’t have been that hard, but you were trying to come up with an idea that Madison couldn’t possibly twist into making you look bad again. 

You were chewing on your pen when you heard someone knock on your office door. When you looked up, you saw your boss standing there. You quickly sat up and put your pen on the desk. 

“H-Hi, Rachel,” you said quickly. 

“Good afternoon, Y/N,” she said. “Do you have a minute?” 

“Yes, of course,” you nodded.

She walked in and shut the door behind her. That was never a good sign. Whatever she wanted to talk about was serious and private. She walked over and sat down at the extra chair by your desk and you turned your chair to face her. 

“Y/N, it’s come to my attention that you’ve been a little off lately,” she said. 

“What do you mean?” You asked confused. 

“Well, you’ve been working from home more, there’s been reports of you and your editor having arguments, and now I’m hearing that you’re working on pieces without getting the proper approvals,” she said. “And there may be some fraternization with a client.” 

You bit the inside of your lip to hold back the anger that was building inside of you. You knew who was behind this and you wanted nothing more than to walk into her office and give her a piece of your mind, but you knew that if there was any hope of saving your job that would ruin it. 

“I have been going through some personal things lately,” you admitted. “But I don’t feel it’s affected my work.” 

“Y/N, you’re one of our best journalists and I would hate to lose you, but I think it would better for yourself if you took some time off,” she said. 

“Are you firing me?” You asked. 

“No, not at all. You said you’re going through some personal things, so I’m suggesting you take a few weeks off,” she said. 

“But what about my deadlines?” You asked. 

“If you have any pieces finished, we’ll edit those and publish them when they were originally due to be published, but if not, Madison will assign those to someone else within the company,” she said. 

“Do I get a choice in this?” You sighed. 

“I’m afraid not,” she said. “You can start this afternoon.” 

You sat back in your chair as she got up to leave. You couldn’t believe this was happening. You were being forced to take time off and you weren’t even the one doing anything wrong. You shut down your computer and grabbed your bag, along with the flowers that Harry had sent earlier that day. 

You walked right past Madison’s office without saying a word and headed straight out of the office. You were livid. You were so upset that you found yourself tearing up as you drove. You didn’t want to go home and be by yourself, so you drove straight to Harry’s house. 


When you got to his house, Harry was already opening the door and taking you into his arms. Angry tears were streaming down your face as he carried you over to the couch in the living room. 

“I’m so fucking pissed!” You said. “God, she just- I don’t know why but she wants to fucking ruin my life and she’s on the way there.” 

“What happened?” He asked. 

“When I got back to the office, my boss came in to talk to me,” you sniffed wiping your eyes. “She said I’d been acting off lately and that I should take a few weeks off to deal with any sort of personal matter that might be affecting my work.” 

“She didn’t even give you a choice?” He asked.

“Nope, she tried to act like she was doing me a favor,” you scoffed. 

He sighed. “I’m so sorry baby,” he whispered. “I feel horrible for you and I know I’m not exactly helping with what I said at lunch.” 

“But you were right,” you sighed. “I don’t want to work there anymore, I haven’t wanted to work there for a while, but I just can’t quit or lose my job there, not until I’ve at least found something else.” 

“Well, maybe you should use the time you’re being forced to take off to look for something else,” he said. “Maybe I could help, I have friends that are journalists.” 

“I would love to take you up on that offer, but I don’t want to seem like I’m using you,” you whispered. 

“Hey, baby, you’re not using me. You’re my girlfriend and I care about you, me helping you and being there for you is not the same thing as using me. Using me would if you were only with me because of who I am and the connections I have and not having any feelings towards me,” he said. 

“Well, I obviously have feelings for you,” you laughed laying your head on his shoulder. 

“That’s good to know,” he joked laying his head on top of yours. “But you know, with you having the next few weeks off, you’re more than welcome to join me when I travel for promo. I know you decided to come with me to Paris, but if you want to come with me to New York and LA, I would love that.” 

“Wouldn’t it be a little crazy with me going though?” You asked. “I mean I know the last time you were in New York fans were following you, don’t you think it might be worse if I’m there?” 

“It might be, but we can figure things out and trust me when I saw that I would never let anyone hurt you or put you in danger,” he said. 

“I know,” you smiled. “And if you want me to go, then I’ll go.” 

“Really? You will,” he perked up. 

“Of course, I know how big those weeks are going to be for you and I want to be there to support you. Besides, it’s not like I’ll have anything to do here and I’d hate to be away from you for that long,” you smiled. 

“Yes!” He smirked pulling you onto his lap. “I can’t wait! I’m going to plan all sorts of things for us to do,” he smiled. 

“Not too many things. You’ll have your own things to do,” you said. 

“I will, but I’m going to make time for you,” he smiled. 

You giggled,” Now that, that’s settled, shall we put a movie in?” 

“We could… or we could…” he smirked leaning to kiss you. 

You giggled into the kiss and turned your body so that you were facing him in a more comfortable position. 

That day was such a stressful day, but having Harry to confide him meant everything to you. It was then that you started to realize that you were on your way to falling in love with Harry Styles and you were both terrified and thrilled.