i seriously need to go to bed now

picture this.

Originally posted by swagmama

elijah mikaelson x reader

warnings: smut, swearing and adorable smitten elijah.

prompt: elijah finds your private photos and gives in to his desires.

you were temptation and you didn’t even seem to realise it. wether you were sitting with a book on your lap, reading quietly to yourself or stretched out in bed in your tight fitting tank top and underwear, catching elijahs eye as he walked past. 

you’d been living with the mikaelsons for two years, and ever since elijah had laid eyes on you, he’d been smitten. at first, it was an innocent kind of love, wanting to hold you when you cried or wash your hair after he’d ran you a bath but that had escalated quickly to catching himself staring a little longer than usual - eyes darting to your cleavage and well rounded ass before back up to your eyes. 

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#41 “I had a nightmare about you, and I wanted to make sure you were alright.”

The title pretty much sums everything up. Also I kinda suck at summarizing this kind of stuff. 

Word count: 1720

Author: @chrixa

Thank you to the lovely anon who requested this with Peter Parker! I’m sorry if it took some time writing this, my brain got jammed for a while. Hope you like it! 

PS: Also thank you to my bae @stvrktony who helped me write this. x

You were relaxing in your bed in your spacious room in Stark Tower, Dad really overdid himself in making your room comfortable, reading a rather good book and just enjoying your evening. Sipping into the hot chocolate that Nat made earlier (she makes the best hot chocolates, mind you), you sigh in contentment. You had a great and peaceful day, as peaceful as a Stark can get though, but still, it was rare to have days like this. 

“Ms. Stark, your father says dinner is ready,” FRIDAY’s voice interrupted your thoughts and you willed yourself to get out of bed. 

“Right, thanks, FRIDAY.”

“Anytime, Miss.” And with that you got down to the dining room where everyone is gathered round. You sat on your usual seat which is between Dad and Wanda and received a couple of ‘hey’s and smiles, which you returned gratefully. 

“Anything exciting today?” Your dad asked you as he hands you your plate. 

“Besides Nat’s hot chocolate? Nah, don’t think so,” you shrugged. 

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anonymous asked:

one word prompt for Reddie — jealousy

hey anon-friend! ty for the prompt! here it is, some fluffy nonsense for you. it’s about lying in a bed and feeling safe and.. only a little bit about jealousy tbh but. i hope you like it! i don’t really mention ages here but they’re about 17. also icr if you can do read mores on mobile? but there’s a cut at some point cos i dont like long text posts. ty for reading! send me a one word prompt if you like! for any of the losers i love them all. (other reddie here and here)

Eddie’s pretty sure that Richie’s bed is the most comfortable place in the world. It’s a nest of blankets and pillows and Eddie would never actually sleep in it, because he’d probably get trapped under a pillow and then suffocate and die, but it’s a good place to escape to, when his mother’s at her worst. Like today, she’s screaming and he’s feeling tired and sick and strange so he goes over to Richie’s, and he ignores the voice at the back of his mind that’s telling him that this isn’t really the kind of shit you do with a friend, use his bed for comfort, his room for comfort, him for comfort, because most of the time he doesn’t actually care. Because he needs it. He needs to feel safe.

So he throws himself, face first, onto Richie’s bed, crawling up to the top, grabbing two of his pillows and holding them over his head, nuzzling his face into the soft. It muffles Richie’s voice and the bright sun through the windows and the sound of the wind outside. He feels the bed move near his butt, Richie joining him, and then a loss of pressure as he steals one of the pillows.

“Wanna talk about it, Eddie baby?” He hears him ask, like he’s speaking through a dream. He’s been calling him that a lot lately, Eddie baby, and he’s not sure how he feels about it. It’s somehow both better and worse than all the other nicknames.

“She thinks I’m dating someone,” says Eddie, muffled against the sheets. “Or fucking them I guess, whatever, she’s been leaving pamphlets about like… gonorrhea and syphilis all over the house and talking about how it rots your brain and makes you crazy and how dirty all the girls on my street are and it’s driving me crazy. Am I supposed to just listen to that? I feel like I should take Georgia Nichols across the road a… a fruit basket or some shit, you know? To apologise.”

Are you dating someone?”

“Wow, totally not the point, Richie.” Eddie struggles out from under his pillow, throws it at Richie who looks deceptively innocent, who laughs when the pillow knocks his glasses sideways. Eddie misses the softness immediately, steals the one Richie stole off him, turns away to bury his face in it again.

“Just come live with me and my totally normal family,” says Richie. Eddie can only see grey but he can feel Richie moving again, jostling up against his legs. When he settles he’s closer, Eddie can feel the warmth of his body somewhere near his hips. He takes the pillow off his face for a moment, squints behind him. Richie is leaning against the wall, legs bridging Eddie’s butt. Eddie hides himself in the pillow again. “It’ll be cute, like camp, we can steal my mum’s vodka and do shots around a fire.”

“Only if I get to have your bed,” says Eddie.

“Obviously we’ll top and tail,” says Richie, scornfully. He tickles Eddie’s foot and Eddie kicks out, is immediately satisfied when he connects with some part of Richie’s body, making him squeak. “Okay, asshole, you’re sleeping on the floor,” says Richie. “I think you broke my hand.”

“I think you broke your hand against my foot.”

“Hey turn around, I don’t like talking to you when I can’t see your face.”

Eddie does as he’s asked, casting the pillow aside and sitting up, gathering blankets around him instead. It’s not that he’s cold, not exactly, it’s just that there’s something about Richie’s bed that makes him feel safer, more solid in his body, like he gets strength from the weave of the fabric. Plus, it smells nice. Like sun-warmed cotton, like something sweet but not too sweet, sugar and lemons.

Richie smiles at him, nose wrinkled and hair wild, and that makes Eddie feel safer too.

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request: “could you possibly write a fred weasley x reader with number 4 and 68?? if you could, that’d be wonderful!!” — by anon

a/n: it’s funny to think that the numbers you requested are somehow linked with the drunken nights imagine i made for draco lol

4. “No. We did not do the frick frack last night.”
68. “Any reason why you’re half-naked in my room?”

Masterlist + Request here! 

    “Y/N, dear, thank you for bringing Fred in one piece.” Molly Weasley handed you a cup of tea. “Really. It still amazes me how he managed to find a girlfriend who’ll actually tolerate his devilish tactics.” she mostly told the last statement to herself rather than to you, moving on to the kitchen once again to now prepare for breakfast.

    You grinned. “It was no biggie, Mrs Weasley. Thank you for letting me stay for the night.” you sipped your tea silently.

    “Well, it’s the least I could do considering how my son disturbed you. Oh, I swear, as soon as he wakes up he’ll hear something from me and I’ll make sure he won’t do it again.”

    Mrs Weasley kept on speaking to herself even more after that, her tone obviously mad from the way Fred behaved that it made you chuckle as you finally finish you drink.

    Honestly, what Fred did wasn’t too grand. He just had enough drinks to actually get drunk last night, he apparated to your house and insisted to sleep there, but since you knew how strict your parents were, you just decided to bring him home at the Burrow instead. You were supposed to come back that very moment but you couldn’t bring yourself to leave him so you settled in staying with him just for night, planning on waking up tomorrow as early as possible to go home unnoticed by your mum and dad.

    It was definitely a good thing that your parents were such heavy sleepers.

    “Thanks for the tea, Mrs Weasley. I’ll just go upstairs and change my clothes then I’ll be leaving.” you stood up from your chair.

    “Okay, honey, please do make yourself feel at home.”

    You headed to the staircase and quickly made your way to Fred’s room. You were wearing a shirt of his for the meanwhile of your stay and your clothes from yesterday (which still smelled decent, thank the heavens for that) was on the edge of his bed.

    Before you could take off your shirt, you peered suspiciously at your boyfriend’s still sleeping figure. Well, it wasn’t like it would be the first time he would see you naked if he was awake, but somehow you still wanted to keep your guard up.

    When you were sure he was still unconscious, you stripped down as quietly as you can. Though just as you were buttoning your pants, your upper body completely bare except for the bra that you were wearing, you abruptly heard Fred grunt and turn behind you.

    “Any reason why you’re half-naked in my room?” his hoarse voice filled the area, a chuckle escaping his mouth afterwards.

    You turned around and raised an eyebrow. “I know what you’re thinking.” you rolled your eyes, reaching out and grabbing your shirt that was still on the foot of his bed.

    Fred took a minute before answering and sitting up, “Did we …” he slowly asked you again in grogginess, his eyes not even opened entirely as he gazes at you.

    “No. We did not do the frick frack last night.” you laughed to yourself, soon sitting down to wear your shoes.

    “Damn it.”

    “You seem disappointed.” you teased.

    “I am.”

    You furrowed your eyebrows, “Are you still drunk, love?”

    Fred chuckled again. “No. Just amazed that my girlfriend has self-control.” he had the nerve to joke.

    After you have successfully worn your shoes, you finally walked towards the bed and sat beside him. He was already looking at you though, bringing his hand to your leg and closing his eyes again.

    “Seriously, Y/N, I’m sorry for last night. I shouldn’t have bothered you.” he yawned.

    You leaned down and kissed his forehead. “It’s alright. Everything for my favorite man.” you winked playfully. “Though now, I need to get going before my parents wake up. You know, you should be thankful they’re both muggles or else they’d be aware of my late night sneaking out.”

    “At least give me a proper kiss before you go.”

    You smiled, reaching down and attaching your lips to his. You felt him smile, his hand moving its way to the back of your neck to pull you closer. You almost melted into him because of how warm he was in the morning and how he was honestly such a good kisser, but as you broke free, you realized what he was trying to do.

    “Nope, not working on me, Weasley.” you pecked his lips once more before standing up and getting your wand from the table.

    Fred dramatically sighed. “I was sure it would work this time.” he grinned, his face now red.

    You chuckled. “Whatever.” you looked at his eyes again. “Make sure to apologize to your mum when you go downstairs, okay? Stop giving Molly such a headache.”

    “I will. Go home safely.”

    You nodded.

    With one final playful wink, you waved your wand and apparated back to your room, where your own bed was messy and the door was still tightly sealed with a lock.

BTS reaction to you taking care of them when they’re sick


He would have gotten a food poisoning from that restaurant you guys ate at a few days ago, he’d be complaining constantly about how he noticed the restaurant was looking fishy and not clean enough and about how he told you to look up more information about it all while you were standing besides him in the toilet while he threw up.

“It’s ok babe I’m sorry it was my fault, just try to relax now”

“Yah how can I relax, I’m gonna call the manager and let him know how bad the food is”

You smile and roll your eyes at his childlike behaviour, how can he be so cute even when he’s sick.

(later on)

“Thank you jagi for taking care of me, I’m sorry i was annoying to you”

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Yoongi: “Don’t take care of me I’m not a baby” he would be the most annoyed that you cared for him so much but secretly likes it and doesn’t want you to stop.

“Hey where are you going?”

“You told me not to take care of you so much so I’m just gonna leave and be on the living room”

Ah my stomach hurts i need soup”

Smh this boy

“Shh it’s ok baby I’ll go make you one right now just take your medicine”

“Thanks Y/N seriously”

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Hoseok: He would be feeling sad that you had to work hard for him to stay healthy so he would just watch you from his bed while you just went across the room between making him food, bringing his medicine and cleaning up.

“Jagi, you know you’re the perfect girlfriend anyone would ever ask for right”

“Hobi you’re so cheesy stop”

“And also the most beautiful I’ve ever seen”

“Ok bye i’m leaving you’re too much”

“No seriously I mean it, I love you and thank you for taking care of me”

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Namjoon: He was very thankful the whole time that you were helping him with his sickness. He got sick because of his clumsiness, leaving the window open the whole night after he had a shower and didn’t even dry his hair.

“Joonie you really need to pay more attention to these things so you don’t get sick next time” you would say pouting at him but couldn’t really be mad at him.

“Babe I do it purposely so you can take care of me like this”

“Yah!” you’d say throwing a pillow at him

He laughed out loud “I’m just kidding baby you’re so cute when you’re mad”

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Jimin: He would try acting as if he wasn’t really sick at all because he didn’t want to worry you.

“Y/N look I’m healthy as ever see?” He would get up from the couch but his balance would betray him as he slowly started to lose it and fall back on the couch again.

“Yeah i do see jiminie, you’re sick and you should not move let me go bring you medicine*

He would pout and kick with his legs like a baby

“B..but I’m not I’m just tired from practice let me just rest a little bit”

Minutes later let’s just say that this boy slept like a baby after his milk.

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Taehyung: This boy would be clingy as hell, refusing to let you go anywhere and just wants you to stay by him and cuddle.

“Jagiya please leave whatever you’re doing and come cuddle with me”

“Tae I can’t you’re gonna make me have a fever too”

“But don’t you love me enough to get sick for me” he knew he was being childish but he couldn’t help it, he always feels better when you’re at his side.

You’d eventually go and cuddle him because he was being adorable and giving you the cutest pout that you couldn’t say no to.

“I love you” he would say before he drifts off to sleep with you in his arms

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Jungkook: “Get away from me it’s me who should be taking care of you not the opposite”. He would act all mature and as if he didn’t need your help at all because he was the one who is supposed to make sure you’re safe and healthy. “Kookie it’s okay to be weak sometimes, just take your medicine at least please..for me”

He would give you an annoyed look but take the medicine anyway with the food you made him. He would feel guilty that he acted the way he did so when you were taking his temperature he would grab you with him on the bed and kiss you all over your face.

“Stop it kookie you’re gonna make me sick with you”

“I don’t care at least then I could take care of you instead”

Originally posted by nevermindmyg

A/N: This is my first reaction i hope you guys like it! feedback is appreciated and send away your requests :)

Yeah so after drawing this atrocity I decided that maybe, just maybe, Thrawn deserved better than that.


literally no one asked but here are some headcanons for Patrick sneaking into your room at night:

-he shows up unannounced all the time and theres really nothing you can do about it

-there will be periods of time when he doesnt show up at all, and you know thats when hes probably out terrorizing some poor kids with his friends

-the first time he literally thought he could just walk up to your door past midnight on a school night and convince your parents to let him in

-when that obviously failed he resorted to climbing up to your window

-his body is so lanky tho so its hard for him to fit through your window without making a ruckus 

-he’s fallen through your window and hit the carpet of your room a handful of times

-when this happens he gets really angry “that window is so fUCKING stupid i swear to GOD”

-the next time you set out a chair in front of your window to make it easier for him

-he doesnt like this

-”what the fuck is this shit, Y/N? what, you think i need a step stool?? its not my fault your window is fucked up. i can get in just fine without your help, girlie”

-the window becomes too much of a bother after a while so he looks for other ways into the house

-one night before climbing up he takes a walk around your house 

-he tries every door and window with no luck

-he seriously considers just jamming the locks on the front door, but he knows that’ll only give him a short window of time before your parents have it fixed

-this is when he thinks to look under the welcome mat for a key


-now he just waits for your parents to go to bed before letting himself in

-once you’re together he likes how nervous you get about your parents waking up

-so he talks kinda loud and ignores you when you shush him

-”you know its rude to shush people, Y/N. do i need to teach you how to be a good girl?”

-the rush of getting caught only excites him more (and you too, but you’d never admit it)

-sometimes after being out with the rest of the gang, he’s really riled up

-this is when his visits get a little rough :) but you like it when he gets rowdy

-aka him panting hard as he tells you to start undressing, hurried sloppy kisses, lots of biting, trouble unbuckling his belt, mumbled curses etc

-sometimes he bypasses the whole stripping thing altogether and instead just pulls out his switchblade and cuts up your pajamas instead

-”jesus patrick! that was my last pair of good pajama pants!”

-”shhh babe I promise i’ll get you some new ones if you’re good, but right now i really need you on the bed”

-when he’s done with you he’ll just fall asleep with you tight in his grip

-you better hope you dont have to get up in the middle of the night, because once he’s asleep theres no getting out of the web that is his limbs

-he usually wakes up in time to sneak out before your parents wake up

-he doesnt wake you up to say goodbye, but he does like to smell your hair and press his lips against your head one last time before he goes

-he thinks you’re asleep when he does this, but the action always wakes you up and you silently say your goodbyes in your head, trying not to smile

-when he goes, he always leaves something askew to mess with your parents 

-sometimes he rearranges small things in the fridge, or leaves a glass in the sink

-your parents have no clue why these things keep happening, but they have a strong suspicion that you must sleep walk

Anonymous said: Can you do a monty imagine we’re he finds his girlfriend on the list (you can chose what for) and he gets really pissed of at Alex and fights him about it then the reader and monty end up in smut (or whatever your comfortable with ) xxx

Author’s Note: I tried to do pre-smut, but it didn’t really work out. Sorry!

Originally posted by wood-chris

Monty X Reader

You’re sitting in class when a piece of folded up paper gets tossed onto your desk. Half asleep, you blink blearily at it before Monty gently kicks one of the legs to your chair. And glancing at him, he smirks before gesturing to the piece of paper.

What is it? He mouths since the teacher is too busy droning on and on.

You shrug before fully sitting up, stretching in your seat and then reaching for the paper. Unfolding it, you scoff at what you see. It’s someone’s lame attempt at a Who’s Hot- n -Who’s Not, pitting the female population of Liberty High against one another. And not one to give these type of things more than a second glance, you crumble up the piece of paper and walk it over to the trashcan.

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Another sneeze, nose running so you had to reach for more tissues, stuffy head, Lord you were barely gonna last the afternoon if this kept up. Why’d you even come into work anyways? Not like things couldn’t have been taken care of in the comfort of your own apartment. But then it’d remind you of the reason you came in today in the first place. Loneliness, granted you weren’t totally alone. Nat, Clint and Sam stayed home from this last mission so company wasn’t the issues. No it’s who you want there more than anything else. To keep you warm, hold you close, kiss your forehead and tell you everything’s going to be okay.

Course the honeymoon stage should’ve worn off by now as Tony has said more than a few times over the past several months; given the fact you and Bucky have been together for going on three years. Though you can’t help it and only hoped Bucky felt the same. Thoughts are interrupted by another coughing fit that rattles your lungs and has you gasping for breath and the desk in front of you.

“Damn sweetheart you don’t sound so good,” Sam’s deep voice reaches your ears right as you blow your sore nose for what felt like the thousandth time today.

Glaring, before tossing the tissues out, “Thanks for the boost in confidence birdman, I’ll be sure to fix my makeup later.”

“That’s not what I meant Y/N,” rolling expressive chocolate eyes, Sam perches a hip on the end of your desk, arms crossed, while giving you the once over. “You look sick.”

“And he takes another shot,” groaning when two more sneezes land in the hastily grabbed tissues. “Insults gonna stop anytime soon Wilson?”

“Woman,” he all but growls, then chuckles seeing the half smirk on your lips, which turns into a frown at the next couching fit. “Seriously Y/N, you need to get home, meds, soup and sleep,” worry seeping into his tone.

“I’ll be fine Sam, promise,” soft groan leaving your lips as you sit up, sore muscle being pulled from coughing so much.

Shaking his head, “Not taking no for an answer sweetness. I won’t have that walking icicle you call a boyfriend rip me a new one for not taking care of you.”

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Old Habits Die Hard

Bucky x Reader

REQUEST: Bucky with number’s 85. What’s wrong with me missing you?, 95. Tell me you need me., and 110. I’m sorry if I don’t want you to die!

Summary: In her eyes Bucky’s moved on, and she slowly is too, but when a mission goes haywire, he realizes just how much he misses her.

Warnings: pure angst, swearing, brief violence. (you’re going to hate me, yikes) I strongly suggest that you listen to Another Sad Love Song by Khalid, it’s loosely based on the song as well. Also, please read the comment and you’ll understand why I ended it the way I did. Hope y’all understand xx

Word Count: 2.8k+

Originally posted by buckybass

It wasn’t suppose to go down this way. The breakup was amicable. It wasn’t worth the angry tears and screaming matches in the middle of the night whenever Bucky came home late. She missed the old Bucky. The Bucky that would come home every day and shower her with love and affection, but then he disappeared. The good morning kisses halted and tight goodbye hugs became loose. She tried talking to him about it, but he just brushed it off and went to bed.

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Surprise (3/?)

Summary :  You die while being on a mission with the team. At least , that’s what you thought. What happens when you suddenly wake up alive ? What do you do now? & how will the team handle the news after thinking you’ve been dead for months?

Warnings : swearing, angst, violence , fluff( tiny, tiny bit for now).

Pairing, (so far) : Avengers x reader, Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader( No permanent pairing yet!)
* Bold is readers thoughts,  &  italics are memories. *

Surprise Master List          Marvel Master List


 You laugh at Tonys outburst as he pulls you to him, returning the tight hug. ” Welcome Back Y/n. “ He whispers into your ear . 

The rest of the teams welcome was the same, except Steve, Sam and Buckys. 

  Sam lifts you off the ground, swinging your around .” I fucking hoped it was you ! “ he cheers as he sets you down. You kiss his cheek and giggle. Bucky tugs you into a bonecrushing hug as he swears under his breath .  

” Hi Buckaroo “

  ” I cant believe its you Y/n. “ he admits as he steps back to look at you . A smirk forms on his face, ” Damn, looking as good as ever darling .“ he flirts. A blush blossoms over your cheeks.

 ” Bite me Barnes. “

” With pleasure .“ he shoots back with a wink. You roll your eyes .

Steve is still standing there with his eyes bugging out of his head.  ” Hi Stevie .“  your voice shy & quiet . 

” Oh my  God. “ he whispers, still staring at you .

Is he not happy to see me?

  Tears start flowing down your cheeks at the thought. When Steve sees the first one fall he steps forwards, swiping It away gently. He pulls you to him, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in your hair. You swear he sniffs your hair, but you ignore it , hugging him tightly to you .

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All too quickly his arms disappear , and he is stepping back from you . He doesn’t say a word, just walks out of the room like his life depended on it.You , Bucky & Sam all exchange confused glances at Steves behavior .What the hell? Bucky races after him, while Sam pulls you towards the bar.

  ” You know, he wasn’t the same after that mission.“ Sam tells you as  he knowingly watches you look for your friends.You sigh, bringing your glass to your lips. ” He blames himself for losing you . Me & Barnes have caught him sleeping in your old room a handful of times.  He wouldn’t let any of us pack up your things. “ Your heart breaks at the information sam feeds you ,I never wanted him to blame himself, dammit.

 ” Its not his fault though . He didn’t know-“

” You know you told him you loved-“

” Shut up Sam. “   

He starts laughing loudly , ” Damn , I missed you.“ 

” Yeah yeah , I missed you too bird butt.“  You hear him groan . You giggle, and pull him to the deserted dancefloor.  

” Come on Sammy!“ he doesn’t fight it, just lets you drag him  . The song changes to something a little more upbeat, and he starts twirling you around the floor. You giggle as you two dance, knowing you look anything but suave . 

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  The team surrounds you two ( minus Steve and Bucky) and laughs while they watch you and Sam horribly dance. You manage to coax most of them into dancing, and before you know it the dancefloor is filling with people.   

    You take a break from dancing and weave through the crowd and back to the bar.  You see Steve and Bucky leaning against it ,so you dart towards them . 

” Can we talk?“ you ask Steve as you approach  .  He sighs, and nods towards the door leading to the balcony. Bucky sends you a symphathetic  look before you follow behind Steve.  When the door shuts behind you , you decide to make the first move ,

” Steve -“

” You died. I watched you die in my arms from bullets that were meant for me.“  You don’t know how to respond, so you don’t. 

” You’ve been gone a year , and ive spent every god damn day blaming myself.“ "It wasn’t your fault !  I- ”

“ Your right ,it wasn’t my fault. It was yours. What the hell were you thinking  jumping infront of me like that ! ” he bellows . You’ve never seen this side of him, hes never been angry with you before and its terrifying.

 " I was saving your damn Life Steve!“

” No one asked you to y/n! You aren’t enhanced, you weren’t even a part of the damn team! , I didn’t need you to save me!“Tears escape your eyes, his words sinking in .

 ” I couldn’t watch you die Steve.“ you whisper  

Steves POV

  I let out a dry laugh at her statement, ” So you made me watch you die instead? You were selfish and naïve. You had no place being there that day. You aren’t special  like the others on the-“ As soon as the words leave my mouth I realize just how bad they sound. Before I get a chance to rephrase she speaks,

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 ” I’m so fucking sorry , did I hurt your fucking ego saving your life?!“ she spits, her voice dripping with anger. 

 Fuck , I didn’t mean to - ugh I really need to learn how to not look like an ass.

” Y/n I didn’t-“

” Fuck off Rogers. I thought we were friends, i thought youd be happy to see me but clearly i was fucking wrong. “ She says before storming back into the party . ” I’m an idiot.“ i say to myself,

” Yeah you really are.“  I look seeing Bucky in the doorway . ” What the hell were you thinking ?! That girl saved your ass because she loves you ,Did you forget that ?  Or are you still trying to deny your own feelings . “ he barks  at me.

 ” I need to find her. “ I say as i push past him , I know he is right, i think about the fact that i never got to tell her how i felt about her everyday  .  I search through the crowd of people, but come up empty .

 ” Her and Pietro just left, it was a big night for her . Let her sleep it off.“ Sam says as he approaches me.

 Son of a bitch .


 You’re thankful Pietro is just as exhausted and overwhelmed as you  .He jumped at the chance to head to bed when you announced you were calling it a night. You’ve spent a lot of night together back when it was just the two of you , never in a sexual way though .    Tears start falling the second you step foot in your old room .  Everything was the same way you left it that day , except your bed. You always made your bed before you left,   right now though the blankets tossed to one side and the pillows are strewn across it. You step closer and Steve scent find your nostrils. He really has been sleeping  in here.

    You shake off the sadness that starts to form, and begin digging through your drawers for pajamas. You both switch from your party clothes into pj’s , then fall into your old bed. 

 ” P, even though its not just the two of us anymore, we are still going to stay close right? “ you question .

He pulls you closer to him , placing a light kiss on your forehead, ” You cant get rid of me that easily Y/n . I never really thought id be this close to someone other than Wanda , I don’t plan on giving it up.“    You lean up to kiss his cheek,

” Neither do I “ .    

  ” Sex must not have been that good, we didn’t even hear you doing it.“  

You groan , rolling on your back as you look towards your open door. Tony is standing there with a smug look on his face . You hear Pietro mumble as he stretches next to you .

"  For all you know Tony, I’m a quiet lover. ” you say through your yawns . 

He lets out a loud laugh , “ I’d love to find out. ”

You fake gag as you stand , all your bones cracking as you fully stretch  .“ What do you need ironballs?”

 " I wanna run a few tests on you two, see how your insides are looking.“ he simply states, you watch as his eyes go to your bare legs .

” Eyes up here perv. You want to do this now?“  You slide on the first pair of shorts you find. 

” Yeah , might as well get it out of the way .“ he shrugs  .You hear Pietro lightly snoring then look to see him asleep again and wrapped in your blanket.

"Seriously?"    you yank Pietro out of bed by his foot . He yelps as he lands on the floor. A strong of curses flows from his lips as he stands .

” We have to give Tony blood, stay awake for like 20 minutes then you can go back to bed ,lazy ass. “ He mumbles but follows after the both of you .      It doesn’t take long for Tony to poke and prod at the both of you. You decide to head to the communal kitchen,  your stomach kept grumbling while  you in the lab . As soon as you step off the elevator you hear laughter echoing through the floor. 

 You keep walking towards the sound, finding Sam , Bucky and Steve sitting on the couch watching cartoons. Are they watching Scooby doo? !

  You fight the urge to yell at them for not inviting you , you still don’t want to speak to Steve after last night. You walk straight to the kitchen  ,but since you have to pass by the couches Sam sees you .

 " Well good morning Sunshine!” he calls, you wave but keep moving.  

You go right to the fridge, finding a bowl of fresh cut fruit.God yes.

You grab it then hop on to the counter as you begin eating.  You moan at the taste of the strawberry ,

 " so that’s what gets you hot & bothered, huh?“  Buckys voice startles you ,causing you to almost drop your fruit.

 ” I’m putting fucking bells around your neck.“ you playfully threaten .

 He lets out a booming laugh while he walks closer to you . He opens his mouth , silently asking for a piece . You roll your eyes as you feed him a grape.   

" Why don’t we go  out and do something today ?” he asks,  you hum in agreement before adding,

“ If I don’t eat right now Barnes, ill be your worst nightmare."  He rolls his eyes at you with a chuckle.

 ” Shes not kidding, I’ve seen her up close when she hasn’t eaten Buck. I’m glad you found the fruit I left you . " Steve says as he enters.

Oh so now hes friendly? Fuck him and his dumb delicious fruit.

 You don’t acknowledge Steves words, or even his presence . You place the bowl of remaining fruit on the counter , hopping down from your seat . 

“ Y/n , can we -”

 " No, I don’t think we can Captain Rogers. “ 

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Bucky sighs at the two of you .

 ” Told you she wouldn’t talk to him !“ Sam yells from the couch . You snort, and grab an orange off the counter and lean towards the doorway to toss it at him. You hear a thud then Sam grunt.  Bucky bursts out laughing, and you can see Steve shake his head at your antics.

 ” I’m still kinda tired Buck, maybe we can go do something another day .“ you offer

 ” What about a movie day ?“  His puppy dog eyes on full display as he asks.Jesus, I don’t think anyone can say no to him.

” Damn it Barnes.  Fine. “   You invite the rest of the team for a movie day , but only Sam, Steve , Pietro and Wanda join the two of you .  The twins sat next to each other , laughing and teasing each other the entire time.  Watching the two of them made your heart swell with happiness. They both looks so complete in each others presence, you’ve never seen Pietro so happy  .   

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” Mr. Stark is requesting everyone in his lab in 5 minutes.“ FRIDAY announces.

I wonder what new toy he wants to show us  .

    You make your way down, sitting next to Natasha on a stool .

 ” What did he build now?“ you whisper to her

” I have no idea, but whatever it is better not be alive. “ she hisses. You cant hide your snort at her comment. The team breaks out in smiles at the sound 

 ” I cant believe I’m going to say this , but I think I fucking missed your laugh snorting. “ Clint says . You hear everyone agree , making you blush  .

” Guys stop .“ you say bashfully.   

” So get this , “ Tony says as he strolls in .

” You know you’re the one that called us here , and YOU were late. “ you point out

” I do what I want.“ he says with a shrug. Of course you do Tony.

He has FRIDAY pull up two screens, one showing your blood cell samples, and the other Pietros . They looked drastically different, yet with some similiarities.  His have specks of silver in them, along spikey balls attached to some .Ewh is that normal?

  Yours is what makes your eyes nearly pop from your head, you had the same spikey balls , but they are blue, & multiplying every few seconds.

 ” Tony what the hell is that !“ You shriek

 ” Calm down .  Pietros looks the way it does because the particles that came from your TAHITI bonded with his already mutated ones from his enhancements. Weird bonded with weirder and seemingly complimented eachother well and balanced him out. You my dear, didn’t have the prior enhancement, but the program seems to have created some. “ It did what now?

” I’m sorry what? “ He clears off Pietros screen and zooms onto yours.   

” Tony what are you saying ?“ Steve asks as he watches your screen . 

” I don’t know how to make this anymore understandable. Speedy over there, already had mutated cells when TAHITI was administered. He is already enhanced so his cells were trying to heal him the minute he was injured, the program only slightly helped since they were already laced with all the mutation possible. Y/n, had completely normal cells , hence why TAHITI helped her heal so much faster. It seems it also mutated her cells. “  

 You all are still sending him ’ wtf ’ looks, Tony pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration . ” English Tony.“ you say, annoyance clear in your tone.  

” You . Are.Enhanced. Whatever abilities you have just haven’t surfaced yet.“   

  Your mouth drops open,  ” you- I - but - what?“  Your mind cant seem to stick on one question ,the team stays silent as they watch your face scrunch in realization .

 ” It’s going to be alr-“ 

” What the hell Tony !“ you bellow ” How did SHIELD miss this !?!“   

” They didn’t miss it , they sent it over to me  so I could get a closer look and see if I could trigger-“ 


  You hate this, you hate being left out of the loop , and you especially hate being left out when its concerning you . 

   ” Y/n, calm down -“ Steve starts, he puts his hand on your shoulder but you rip yourself out of his grip .

  "  Back the hell off Steve. ” you growl   

 " Sir, it seems Miss Y/n’s vitals are skyrocketing into dangerous numbers .“ FRIDAY announces.

  ” Y/n, you need to relax. “ Tony says as he slowly approaches you .   

” Wait , Tony did you know about Y/n and Pietro all this time?“ Natasha asks suspiciously .  

He hesitates before answering, ” I didn’t know about Maximoff, but I was informed about Y/n when she woke up and they saw the abnormalities in her cells. They sent me her bloodwork when their team couldn’t- "  

“ You knew ? ” Steve slams his hands against one of the tables.   

“ It was confidential ,and even if it wasn’t, I couldn’t risk telling anyone. What If something went wrong and she didnt come back? You’d all be heartbroken  !” Tony defends.

 " I WAS ALREADY HEARTBROKEN!“  Steve snaps at Tony.  At this point, all you feel is pure rage flowing through you .

How could Tony know ,and not even call me ?  I sat in that damn facility for months, and he fucking knew?! And who the hell is Steve to say he was heartbroken! Did he forget our conversation from  last night already! 

  You try to even your breathing ,but nothing seems to help .  You register your name being called but you’re so focused on not trying to kill Tony or Steve that you cant answer. They are still bickering about you like you aren’t even in the room .   ” SHUT UP. BOTH OF YOU , JUST SHUT THE HELL UP !“ You scream at the two infront of you .  They go silent, locking their eyes on you.

 ” Miss Y/n, I advise you take a seat your vitals are showing-“  You don’t hear the rest, everything goes silent  and your vision fades to absolute darkness.

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In Sickness and In Health

Characters: Tom Holland - Y/N

Request: “can you write a cute imagine where tom takes care of you when you’re sick??” - anon

Notes: Cute, fluffy, kind of short / several people have requested this kind of imagine so i hope you guys like it! 


You feel incredibly hot but yet your skin crawls with goosebumps as you pull the covers up to your face. A shiver runs all the way down your spine before the aching in your head starts again.

Your phone goes off again but you don’t have the strength to move right now. Any exposure to the air out of your blanket will give you pneumonia for sure.

You brace yourself as several coughs escape your throat, scratching its walls painfully. You groan and feel the urge to cry but you hold it in because you know that with tears, a stuffed nose always follows.

You feel something nudge your leg and then whimper. “No, Tessa,” you cough twice, “I don’t want to get you sick.”

Can dogs even get sick from a human?

Tessa is with you for the weekend but if you had known you were going to get this sick, you would have told Tom to wait until the next weekend.

Tessa lays her head on your legs and it’s enough to spread some warmth on you and you feel grateful.

Your phone starts ringing again and you promise yourself that you’d call your mom later, after the chills are gone.

Suddenly, you hear the rattle of a door and your heart immediately goes into overdrive. Tessa’s head perks up but she doesn’t bark, which is unusual. She always barks at strangers. You go into panic mode but you lay completely frozen in your bed.

The door opens and then closes.


You hear footsteps coming your way and you try to look with your eyes for the nearest weapon… nothing.

The doorknob turns and the door opens slowly.

“Y/n? Are you in here?”

Your heart goes back to normal as you let out a sigh of relief. You’d know that voice anywhere.

“Yes, I’m in here,” you reply just as Tessa jumps from the bed and dashes towards the door.

Tom steps inside wearing the usual sweatpants he wears for bed. He has a black sweater on, the hood pulled up to his head. He leans down to caress Tessa’s face, Tessa appreciating him back with wet kisses.

“What are you doing here?” You ask.

He raises his eyebrows. “I’ve been calling you all day. I came home a day early and wanted to see you but you never answered. I got worried.”

This warms your heart but then you shake your head. “I’m alive. Well, almost. You can’t stay here, Tom. I don’t want to get you sick, or Tessa.”

“Can dogs get sick from humans?” He asks and you smile, remembering why you love him so much. “What’s wrong, though? Do you have a fever?”

He starts to unzip his sweater and removes it just as he starts to walk to your side. You shake your head frantically and lean back into the pillows as far as you can. “Thomas Stanley, stop. I’m fine!” With the last word, you go into a coughing fit which leaves your throat burning.

“That doesn’t sound like nothing!” He sits on the bed beside you and reaches for your forehead. You shut your eyes tightly, dreading the coldness from his hands. Surprisingly, his hand feels pleasant against your skin. “Shit, y/n. You’re burning up. You need to take off the covers so you can cool off.”

“No! I’m cold,” you whimper, pulling the covers closer to your body. “Honestly, Tom. I don’t want you to catch this. You may need to leave suddenly for filming and-”

“Then I’ll postpone and stay in sick with you.” He gives you the sweetest smile and then tries to pry the covers from you again. You start to shiver and Tom hands you the sweater he had taken off. “Put it on and join me in the kitchen.”

You groan but take his sweater anyway. You sit up and put it on; it fits a little too big but it’s comforting. The cold hadn’t taken your smelling senses away yet so you were able to inhale his scent but not before you let out a sneeze. “Can’t I stay in bed and just watch you from here?”

He looks down at you and chuckles. He leans down and kisses your cheek softly. “You’re not allowed to go to sleep, though. I’m making you some warm soup.”

“Soup sounds really good, actually. But you don’t really have to. We can always just order in,” you tell him.

He shakes his head. “Are you kidding? Homemade soup is the official remedy for… well, for anything! Just let me take care of you, please?”

You stare at him as his hand finds yours and he squeezes your fingers gently. You smile and roll your eyes before you agree, “Fine!”

He laughs the cutest laugh you had the pleasure to hear and then turns to Tessa. “What about you Tessa? Will you join me in the kitchen or stay with the sicko?”

“I hate you,” you murmur, laughing and then coughing some more. Tom only smirks and winks at you.

Tessa hops back onto the bed and places her head on your lap once again. Tom shakes his head, leaving the room and then shouting over his shoulder, “I swear you’re stealing her from me.”

You chuckle and pet the top of Tessa’s head. You look down the hallway that opens up to the kitchen and watch as Tom begins to place water in a pot. You sigh with content, wondering how lucky you are to have met Tom so many years ago. The friendship you kindled was one of a kind and it happened so naturally. You were both barely opening up to the idea of maybe one day dating but you were taking it day by day, seeing how things went.

But right now, seeing him chop vegetables in your kitchen, humming whatever song is in his head right now, you couldn’t see yourself being with anybody else.

After two episodes of The Office, Tom finally comes back into your room holding a large bowl. You sit up in bed and watch him set the bowl down on your bedside table.

“Are you going to feed me, now?” You joke and it makes him laugh.

“No. You’re sick, not invalid. I’m getting my own bowl. Now, eat. It’s getting late and I really want to cuddle you to sleep ever since I landed.”

You laugh as your face grows warmer than it already is.

You both eat together, him sitting next to you in bed, as he tells you stories about him and Harrison on set. The soup is perfect as it soothes your aching throat. The warmth spreads through your whole body and your constant shivers go away.

“All done, then?” Tom asks as he takes your plate and sets it on top of his on the bedside table. He shifts on the bed until he’s under the covers and then pulls you in close. “Want to watch some Daredevil? I still need to catch up.”

He plays the show and you snuggle even closer to him.

“Do you feel better, darling?” His hand rubs your shoulder back and forth.

You nod, “Thank you for everything, Tom. You’re seriously the best. I’m so happy you’re finally back home.”

“Me too,” he whispers, “Now rest. I want you to wake up brand new for what I have planned for us tomorrow.” He kisses the top of your head and holds you tightly against him. Tessa crawls to lay by your feet and you slowly relax into him. He made getting sick one of the best nights of your life.

Take some advice from a girl who’s been through it too…
1.) Trust me, it will get easier. I know right now you’re choking back your tears and trying not to cry in the middle of class but whether it takes you a week or 3 years. Everything will get easier.
2.) Hang out with your friends. Don’t sit at home and let your thoughts take over, go out. Go get drunk and party all night. Or simply just watch a movie and eat some popcorn. Do something so your thoughts don’t take over, because I know right now they aren’t the best.
3.) Don’t cry alone. When it’s 3 a.m. and you’re laying all alone in your bed sobbing into your pillow, go in your moms room. She understands what you’re going through, let her help you.
4.) Cry as much as you need to. Whether it be in your car or in the bathroom at school during lunch. Cry, seriously. Crying is one of the best things you can do right now.
5.) Kiss as many boys as it takes to take the taste of his lips off of yours.
6.) Talk to someone. It can be anyone. Your best friend, mom, dad, grandma. Anyone. They won’t get annoyed, as a matter of fact they will probably feel so good you came to them for advice.
7.) Get some sleep. I know right now he’s taking up your dreams and you don’t want to fall asleep because you will see his green eyes again. But you need sleep, love. Go to sleep.
8.) You aren’t alone. You have people who love you, trust me.
9.) Don’t forget to eat. I know you aren’t hungry and I realize that you feel like you can’t go on but drink a cup of water and eat a sandwich. It will make you feel better.
10.) Just because he left doesn’t mean you’re worthless. You are beautiful, kind, and caring. You will find someone else, and I know first hand you think that you won’t. But someone will come into your life and pick up all the pieces he left scattered and glue them back together. You just have to be patient.
—  Things I wish I was told after my heart was broke
Liar Liar (pt. 3) - Month 2

Pairing: Bill Skarsgård x Reader

Requesta fic where the reader is like 16/17 but lies to get casted in a movie and everyone thinks shes 18/older and bill falls for her? But he doesnt know. And like she acts very cold towards him but he finds her upset and she spills and he says he still loves her and its super cute?

WARNINGS: lying, underage drinking, swearing

Word Count: 2.9k

A/N: this is a long one, so strap in kiddos. this is where stuff gets real ;) feel free to message me your thoughts and any suggestions you might have

The kiss scene you had with Bill happened nearly a month ago now, but you still couldn’t stop thinking about it. After 20 takes you would think that kissing him would have lost its charm. Maybe even become boring. But each take made your heart beat just as hard as the first. Now, the kiss haunted your thoughts and dreams. God, you wish you could just forget about it. That would make everything so much easier.

When you told your friend, Angelica, about it, she practically lost her mind. She raved about how romantic it was and how he loved you. When you tried to tell her that it was just an accident that Bill said your name instead of your character’s when professing his love, she would insist that an experienced actor like him doesn’t just make mistakes like that. He must have been thinking it before.

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Tfw you’ve been reading for the past four hours and it’s now 4am and your eyes are burning, your mind swirling and your heart beating. You gotta love this.

Link for the fic that kept me up.

Of a Linear Circle - Part I
In September of 1971, Severus Snape finds a forgotten portrait of the Slytherin family in a dark corner of the Slytherin Common Room. At the time, he has no idea that talking portrait will affect the rest of his life.

Off Limits - Finale

→ Reader x Blind!Chanyeol

“You don’t necessarily have space for one more?”

→ Warnings: Curse words.

→ Off Limits p. 1 - p. 2  - p. 3 (M)

Word count: 1,4K

Worry laid thickly in the bottom of your stomach ever since that night. The clock that hung over the head of Ms. Marcus ticked teasingly slow, letting you only stare silently as it closed in on the full hour. You tapped your fingers against the top of your desk, your eyes wavering in the direction of Baekhyun on the other side of the classroom. 

He was smiling, chatting in whispers with this sideman. He was glowing with glee, his life had somehow turned out okay. It all only added onto the never ending thickness in your abdomen. If only he knew that Rose was only playing him for you, playing on a small crush he had on her years ago that somehow had lingered until now. You could only imagine what would happen once Rose ended things with him, how he would react and what he would do with you. 

Finally, Ms. Marcus took a quick glance to her wrist before raising her arms, ending the lesson. You sprung to your feet, throwing your heavier than usual backpack over your shoulder and hurrying out with the rest of your classmates. Baekhyun jogged down the route you used to take, going towards you dorms, where Rose’s dorm also laid. You sighed before starting to run in the other direction, down the route where Baekhyun would usually go, to his and Chanyeol’s dorm. 

It only took a few minutes before you were knocking on Chanyeol’s dorm, tugging your backpack tighter over your shoulder. The backpack was heavy, filled with clothes and toiletries this exact day in the place of the books you used to carry with you. Chanyeol opened the door to you, calling out a hesitant “Hello?”

“Chanyeol,” You whisper, watching as a beautiful face lights up his face. 

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Christmas Break at Finn’s//Wyatt Oleff x Reader ~ Part Six

The treehouse you were all staying in was the most amazing thing you had ever seen. It was so modern and had a very cosy atmosphere. Your parents and little sister along with Finn’s family were in the treehouse next door. You ran inside with your bags and into the main room. There were sofas and armchairs and a big oak coffee table facing the huge windows/doors that opened out onto the veranda which held the hot tub and outdoor seating. There was also a kitchen area joined onto the living room. It was all open plan and Sophia was already fussing over the hamper that was in the middle of the breakfast bar. It was a complimentary gift from the company. Full to the brim with little gifts and sweets.

You and Wyatt were looking around together smiling like crazy.
It was time to choose bedrooms and to get to the other section of the treehouse you had to go through a glass hallway that was carpeted. Everything was so beautiful and smelled like cinnamon. You and Sophia were sharing the massive suite. The queen-sized bed was facing the big windows. You could see the trees. The rooms were amazing and had en-suite bathrooms with claw-footed tubs, massive showers, and two sinks, one for each person. 

“Your’s and Finn’s parents have really outdone themselves, Y/N. I can’t believe they let all of us come! And got us our own treehouse!”
“I know right. It’s a shame we won’t be here on Christmas day.”
“But still! This place is phenomenal. Shame your mum said that there was no way in hell you were sharing with Wyatt…”
“Sophia, we’ve been over this! Nothing like that is going to happen for ages yet!”
“I know! But it would have been so cute!”

The two of you were hanging your clothes in the big closet and making yourselves at home. Before the conversation could go any further, Finn and Jaeden came in and announced that you were going out to have a look around the complex. Everyone slipped back into their coats and boots and headed out to meet your families. But not before you ran back and grabbed your camera.
The place really was beautiful. Usually, when you spent time here with Finn you stayed in the log cabins on the other side, but this was even better. Somehow the trees were bigger and the paths were wider and the snow was whiter. You walked along through the woods hand in hand with Wyatt, letting go every now and then to take a picture. Sophia was saying how you should all head swimming later on. You and Finn agreed as the pool was amazing. There were water slides, rapids, jacuzzis, and a huge pool. You and Finn used to spend hours there when you came for Christmasses. You had spent more of them here than at home. 

“We’re going to head back now,” Wyatt said to you, “It’s time to hit the pool. We want to see what all the fuss is about. Finn won’t shut up about it.”
“You’ll love it, Wyatt, trust me. Are we going back to get our stuff?”
“Yeah. Finn says we’re all meeting up with the parents later on for dinner.”
“Okay. Let’s go then.”
You were currently having the time of your life. You, Sophia, Finn and Wyatt were all going down a massive water slide. Sophia was screaming along with Wyatt, but you and Finn were just laughing at their reactions because you knew how to react. You both looked at each other and grinned because you knew that an eighty-five-degree drop was coming up and when you went down, you had to hold onto the sides of the inflatable you were in as though your life depended on it. You couldn’t go down this slide without an inflatable because it was so huge. The drop was approaching and you braced yourself for the feeling in your belly when it came.

You couldn’t help but scream. It only lasted a few seconds but then you were in a huge cyclone. It was like a cave. You went up the walls getting soaked. This was your favourite part, but it was really scary. It’s hard to describe it unless you’ve been on it. Before you knew it you were going down the last drop and coming out of the bottom, still dying of laughter. Jack and Jaeden wanted a go next so you and Wyatt went on again with them while Finn took Sophia down the other slides. Jack was hilarious, honestly. You couldn’t breathe because of the laughter, and neither could Jaeden and Wyatt. Jack was swearing so loudly as you went down the big drops and up through the tunnels. He was worse than Sophia. 

When Jack was over shitting himself of the water slide you all went down the rapids, your’s and Finn’s favourite. You always held on to Finn’s hand and pushed yourself off at the start so you could go really fast, and it always worked. You both sped around the corners and under the tunnels, knowing it so well that you knew when to shut your eyes to stop the water from getting in. The smile didn’t come off your face the whole time.
Once you were out of the pool and back in your clothes you realised the time. It was about six pm and it was time to go for dinner. You and Finn knew where you were going of course. Wyatt had his arm around your waist as you told him stories of you and Finn as kids and what everything meant to you. With a smile on his face, he listened. The others were behind you taking pictures and putting them on their social media captioned, ‘the sickening happy couple’.
When you arrived at the restaurant, your little sister Alice came and jumped into Wyatt’s arms. The sight made you so happy. 

“Noodles!” Your little sister squealed with joy, “Sit next to me! Sit next to me!”
“Of course I will, Alice. Why don’t you come and sit in between me and Jack?”

It was honestly the happiest you had ever seen her. She was telling Jack all about how she’d seen his movie, even though her mother said she was too young. To be fair, six probably was a bit young to be watching IT, but she had insisted since it had Finn in it. Surprisingly, it didn’t bother her.

“You’re Eddie,” She said to Jack, “Guess what?”
“What?” Jack was in his element
“They’re gazebos and they’re b-”
“ALICE!” You hissed before she could get the rest of the word out. Jack burst out laughing along with everyone else at the table who was listening. After a second, you joined in too. 

Everyone ordered their food and made conversation while they waited. Jack insisted that we go swimming again at some point tomorrow and take Alice with them. You couldn’t believe how well they were all getting along with her.
You couldn’t help but notice Jaeden and Sophia. They were sitting next to each other on the opposite side of the table talking and laughing in their own little world. Jaeden had his arm on the back of her seat and she was leaning into him slightly. You nudged Wyatt who looked over at them and rolled his eyes.

“They both like each other and have for ages, they just won’t do anything about it.”
You thought for a moment. “I’m going to change that.”

Everybody was in their pyjamas and wrapped in blankets on the sofas. Sophia had made delicious hot chocolate and Jaeden had insisted that somebody put a Christmas movie on. That’s how you ended up watching The Grinch. You were snuggled into Wyatt’s side wondering if you would be allowed to stay in this perfect moment forever.

When The Grinch was finished, everyone went to bed except for you and Wyatt. The both of you got changed and decided to go in the hot tub out on the balcony. It was freezing outside, but once you were submerged in the water it was much better. Wyatt was looking out at the view with a troubled look on his face.

“What’s wrong?” Your worry now mirrored his
“It’s just, what’s going to happen when all of this is over, Y/N? We’re going to leave Finn’s and I’m going home to America. America, Y/N.”
You felt sick.
“We’ll make this work. Do you really think that the universe is so fucking cruel that it would bring us together for the best few weeks of our lives and then rip us apart?”
“I don’t know.”
“Well, you want to know what I think?”
“I think we were crafted from the same star. I think that our destiny is to be one. You might not agree with me, but I believe that we’re supposed to be together.”
“Maybe seriously will be our always.” Wyatt looked into your eyes and saw everything he needed to see. “Whenever we get the chance, we’ll fly over and see each other. You can come and stay with me in Chicago, I can come to Ontario, and we can all stay at Finn’s during the summer. Or we could go to Pennsylvania and stay with Jaeden.”
“We can do this, Wyatt. We need to at least try because…”
“Because what?”
You couldn’t believe you were admitting this.
“Because I think I might be falling in love with you, Wyatt Oleff.”
“Me too.”

You put your hands on Wyatt’s cheeks and kissed him. You were determined not to let that boy go. Not now, not ever.
When you woke up you were a little bit confused. The last thing remembered was watching American Horror Story with Wyatt. You were now in bed next to Sophia who was scrolling through Instagram on her phone. Wyatt must have brought you to bed when you fell asleep. The thought made you smile.

“What time did you and Wyatt get to bed last night?” Sophia asked you
“I honestly don’t know. We went in the hot tub for a little while, came in and got dry and into our pyjamas again, and then ended up watching Netflix for a bit. I must have fallen asleep and then he bought me into bed.”
“He’s such a cutie.”
“We were talking about if our relationship was going to last when we went home and it actually turned out to be a pretty deep conversation. I think we’re really going to make this work.”
“I’m so happy for you, honestly. I just wish I could have that with someone.”
“How did you know?!”
I sat up and looked at her, shocked. “Really?! You were practically in his lap at dinner last night, and if he moved his hand any lower it would have been on your ass.”
“Was it really that obvious?”
“Yes. It was.”
“Well then.”
“You should just make your move!”
“But what if he pulls away, Y/N!”

Sophia was looking at the door with a face as white as a sheet. You turned around to see Jaeden standing there with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders. 

“I’m just going to go and see if Wyatt is awake…”
You closed the door behind you as you left feeling a little sorry for Sophia. You had left her in quite an awkward situation, but hopefully, it would encourage her to go for Jaeden. Jack was in the kitchen making toast.

“Morning, Jack.”
“Oh hey, Y/N. Toast?”
“Sure. Where are Wyatt and Finn?”
“Well, Finn is taking a shower and Wyatt is still asleep.”
You checked the time on your phone. It was almost nine am. “I suppose we did have a really late night. I’m going to go wake him up.”
“Okay. I’ll make coffee.”
“Thanks, Jack.”

Wyatt was still sound asleep when you went into his and Finn’s room. You got on top of the bed and kissed him lightly on the nose. He scrunched his nose up and slowly opened his eyes. 

“No, it’s me, Jack.”
“Oh sorry, my bad Jack. Don’t tell Y/N you were in here or she might get jealous.” The sarcasm in both your tones was imminent.
“What time did we go to sleep last night?”
“You fell asleep at around two, and I went to bed when I took you.”
“Thanks by the way.”
“For taking you to your room? You don’t need to thank me for that.”
You kissed Wyatt and pulled him up out of bed.
“Jack’s making coffee and some toast if you want some.”
“Sure. Let’s go.”
Sophia and Jaeden were the only ones who didn’t surface for breakfast. You knew that they were probably talking right now and would kill anyone who disturbed them. 

“So what are we doing today?” Jack asked
“I don’t know. We’re meeting the adults for lunch at one, but aside from that, we’ve got today to ourselves.”
“Can we go swimming again at some point? I said I’d take Alice.” Jack smiled
“Of course we can. I know that mine and Finn’s mothers are taking Sophia and I to the spa tomorrow because they think we should have a day away from you boys.”
“Rude.” Finn put a hand on his chest in fake shock
“They may have a point. But about today…”
“I don’t really know about this morning but we could go swimming after lunch.”
Jaeden came into the living area holding hands. Everyone stood up and cheered.
“FINALLY!” Finn shouted

You winked at Sophia who winked back. You knew that this would happen at some point on this trip. But what else was in store? Only time would tell.

I don’t know what will happen in part seven but I can’t wait to write it! Hope everyone enjoys!














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