i was going to go to bed but i had to gif this

An out-of-body experience.

Imagine it being your birthday! You go the whole adventure for that day without a single mention of it from the Doctor. You even try to drop really obvious hints, but they seem to go right over his head. Then when you are both safe in the TARDIS after a long days work, you head to bed, bummed that he hadn’t seemed to remember at all. Only to find an hour later, when he called you back into the console room, that he had lit candles all around- on the railings, and the console. You found him standing next to the console, a destroyed cake upside down on his head, looking miserable.

“We had a bit of a malfunction.”
“… Aww, Doc, you look so adorable when you’re sad!”
“I did try to make it perfect though! I got you a present and everything… I’m sorry about the cake… Happy Birthday, Humany.”
“Thank you, Doctor. This is… truly adorable. I thought you’d forgotten!”
“No no no! There were just lots of… challenges.”

(Requested by @willow-days02, Happy birthday!!! I don’t know when you sent in the request, but still :DD)

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Cold air hit your naked body, covering yourself up with just plain white sheets from the top of the bed, you weren’t expecting this. You rolled over to your side, looking at the man asleep next to you.
Shit what have you done, it had to be a spare of the moment thing because this was not what you were planning.

“ hmmm ” he mumbled stretching his body so he was facing your back as you sat up quickly so he wouldn’t see the embarrassment on your face.

“ this shouldn’t of happened, it was a mistake. I’m gonna go and I’ll keep out of your way ” you said harshly, stepping out of the bed you wish you weren’t in.

“ y/n wait, come on it wasn’t that bad was it ” he looked at you half smiling, with curiosity in his eyes

All you wanted to do was leave and go clear your head but part of you did want to stay. Negan would kill you if he found out about this, he would kill him. You haven’t thought of the aftermath if this ever got out. The thoughts ran around your head and you were slowly going into a panic attack.

“ no one, and I mean no one can know about this especially Negan, not when I’ve finally got him to trust me. Oh fuck what have I done ” you stomped your legs like a grumpy teenager.

Rick moved in closer, moving his arms around your waist pulling you in so you were barely touching, just enough to keep the sexual tension at bay.
Moving your head up to look into them eyes of his. Smiling you went to kiss his cheek but he grabbed your chin and crashed his lips into yours.

Breaking away you pushed Rick away and left without saying anything. You left his house and went to find your van. You forgot about the goods you had collected for Negan, you had to get back quick otherwise he would notice something was off, you grabbed some dead walkers blood and smeared it over your clothes, ripping your shirt and jeans, messed up your hair a little.
If he asked and he would ask your excuse would be ’ you ran into a heard of walkers and had to fight your way through ’
That’s the plan and you were sticking by it.


“ y/n baby, you gonna give me a kiss or fucking ignore your master ” Negan shouted across the dinner hall, making all the saviours look at you.

“ I would fucking love to ” you put a brave face on and walked over smiling from ear to ear, you’d missed that fucked up crazy dick and you wanted him there and then.

“ mmmm did I tell you I fucking love the way you taste, now enough with the show get back to work you slackers ” he shouted, grabbing you by the arm and dragged you to his room.

The door wasn’t closed quick enough and he was on you like a dog in heat. His lips attacked your neck as he started stripping you down to your bra and panties, he pushed you onto his bed with force, he was horny more than usual but your weren’t complaining.

“ you gonna punish me like the bad girl I am ” you let out a small chuckle winking at Negan with the intention of him giving you a good, hard punishment.

How to Close a Closer.

Drabble Challenge - Prompt 149 - “I just need ten minutes.”  Filled for @novemberhush  Thank you for helping me unblock my fairy floss filled brain, I hope you like it. :)

Harvey and Mike had been a team now for a year, which was exactly how long both parties had wanted to merge into each other’s hearts and beds.  Mike was waiting on Harvey to make the first move because he was the boss; Harvey was waiting on Mike because, as his boss, he couldn’t be seen to be harassing his associate.  

There was a sticky note taped to Donna’s desk scribbled with 72 vertical lines.  The exact amount of times that Harvey and Mike had been in the office, flirting with each other and Donna had thought this was it; this was the time they finally jump each other.  72 times Donna had thumped her head on the desk in frustration when they chickened out once again.  So unfortunately at this juncture, the only merger going on was between Feltham Pharmaceuticals and Portal Distributors.

Harvey was hunched over Donna’s desk, discussing how best to broach the rejection of Louis’s latest insane idea, when Mike strode toward them.

“How’s my merger looking? Better than that skinny tie I hope?”  Harvey teased, grasping Mike’s shoulder gently.

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Series Title: True Love Gave to Me

Chapter Title: Day 4 - Holiday Party

Character: Jason Crouse

TV: The Good Wife

Warnings: None.

NOTE: The character Betty Nylund is portrayed by Betty White. The dirty quote that she uses in the story, is in fact something that she has said.

Photo/GIF credits go to the original maker/owner

Tag @averymerryspnxmas

I flung myself back on to the bed, groaning.

“What?” Jason chuckled, buttoning up his shirt.

“I understand if you don’t want to go.”

My grandmother, Betty Nylund, was throwing a Holiday party at her home. Jason had yet to meet her and I was fearful that he’d run for the hills.

He crawled on the bed, laying next to me with his hand propping up his head.

“Why are so adamant about me not going?” He lifted my shirt, placing his warm hand on my stomach.

I gave him a disbelieving look, “I’ve told you some horror stories.”

Jason got on top of me, pinning my arms next to my head, “And I’ve told you that I’m not like other men.”

His eyes traveled over my face as I worried my bottom lip. Swooping down, he captured mouth in a slow, searing kiss.

“I promise to tell you if I get uncomfortable.” He whispered, pecking my lips between every other word.

I slowly blinked when his lips left mine. His rubbed the tip of his nose with mine and smiled, “Trust me Darlin’.”
Jason put the truck in park across the street, dipping his head down to look out the passenger window.

“Betty has a nice home.”

I nodded, fidgeting, “She does.”

Gran had her house decorated to the nines with Christmas lights. Through the sheer curtains you could see people mingling.

It was mostly older folks who’ve known Gran since her early years.

I put my hands on my cheeks, patting them lightly.

Jason laughed, “What are you doing?”

“Pinched cheeks. No matter how old I’ve gotten, they always pinch my cheeks. I want to remember what it’s like to have feeling in them.”

Jason reached over, pinching the apple of my cheek, “Yeah, you do have pinchable cheeks.”

I glared at him, but smiled, “You do that again and I’ll smack the shit outta you.”

Giving me a cheeky grin, he pulled me closer to him, “Promises, promises.”

I gave Jason a quick kiss, my nerves to jumbled to really focus, “Come on, let’s go inside.”
I rang the doorbell and rocked back on my heels, “Just know, that no matter what happens… I love you.”

Jason looked slightly worried, but laughed, “Geez, you’re making it sound like dead man walking.”

I snorted, “That may be the case… I want a cigarette and a huge slice of birthday cake for my last meal.”

He shook his head, throwing an arm over my shoulders and kissing my temple.

As soon as Grandma opened the door, we were greeted with loud cheers and upbeat Christmas music.

Betty Nylund stood at just 5'0, her blonde hair styled just right and her makeup flawless.

She clasped her hands, bringing them to her mouth, “My sweet, sweet Granddaughter!”

She held out her arms, quickly bringing me into her embrace.

“Hey Gran.” I said, happy to see her.

She gave me a good squeeze, “Ohhh! And who is this?” She asked, eyes wide, the mischief lurking just below the surface.

Jason put his hand out, smiling, “Jason Crouse, Ma'am.”

He shook her hand gently. Gran put her other hand on top of his, looking him up and down.

“Well aren’t you a looker!”

“Oh god…” I groaned, quietly.

“Come in, come in!”

I grabbed Jason’s hand, pulling him into the some what crowded house.

“Oh, is this little Y/N Whistler?!"  Gayle Brunner, a close friend of Gran’s, cried out happily. She came over and pinched my cheeks.

"Hi, Mrs. Brunner.” I said, trying not to wince as she wiggled my face from side to side.

She smiled, patted my cheeks and moved on.

I sighed, turning to Jason, “Give me your jacket, Jase.”

He flinched when he saw how red my cheeks were, “You weren’t kidding.”

Shaking my head, I took his jacket and mine and hung them up.

I was stopped several more times on my way back to Jason, my cheeks getting pinched by every other person.

When I finally made it to him, he held his arms out, embracing me with a sympathetic chuckle.

“I can’t feel my face,”

“Sorry, Honey.” He said, kissing my head. “Want a drink?”

“Dear gawd, yes!”

He squeezed me, his hand grazing my back as he went to the open bar.

I sat in the big bay window, watching the crowd chat and laugh as Mariah Carey’s All I Want for Christmas played through the speakers.

I softly began to sing along.

Jason came back, handing me a spiked Eggnog.

“Thank you,” I said, leaning up to kiss him.

“I didn’t know you could sing,” he said, meeting my lips.

I blushed, taking a sip of the Eggnog.

“Y/N has a very lovely voice.” Grandma commented. “You should hear her sing ‘Hallelujah’ with her cousins.”

I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks as they reddened.

Jason looked down at me, smiling.

Mr. Reynolds, Gran’s neighbor, tapped her on the shoulder. She turned, immediately turning the flirt on.

Jason sat next to me, wrapping his arm around my bent legs, his chin on my knees, “You going to sing for me one day?”

I could never get used to having someone shower me with so much attention the way Jason did.

“Maybe,” I said, winking.

He squeezed my thigh, taking a drink of his own Eggnog.

The song ended and I could hear Grandma’s conversation, “My muffin hasn’t had a cherry since 1939.” She giggled.

Jason’s eyes widened, his mouth agape. I face palmed, groaning.

I could feel his shoulders shaking with silent laughter as he pulled my hand away.

“I think I see what you mean.”

I gave him a pointed look, “Told ya.”
Grandma clapped, gaining the crowds attention, “I just want to thank everyone for coming out. It’s been an absolute pleasure to see each of you.”

She paused, coming over to where Jason and I were sitting, “I’d also like to thank my wonderful granddaughter, Y/N, for coming and bringing her lovely man, Jason, as well.”

She cupped Jason’s bearded cheeks, and placed a kiss on his forehead. He blushed, giving her a sweet smile. Gran then came over to me, doing the same, “It does an old woman good to see her beautiful Granddaughter happy and healthy.”

“I love you too, Gran.”

Patting my cheeks, she smiled and turned back to the small crowd, “So now, it’s time for gifts!”

Gran handed out hers. When she got down to the end of her pile, she grabbed the last box and gave it to me, “This is for you and Jason. Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, Mrs. Nylund.” Jason said.

Gran waved her hand at him, “Oh please, call me Betty.”

Jason nodded, “Merry Christmas, Betty. Thank you for having us.”

Her eyes lit up, “Oh, he’s definitely a keeper, Y/N.” She complimented.

I kissed Jason’s cheek, “Yes, he is Gran.”
It wasn’t until later when we got back to my place that I dared to open the gift.

The box sat on the coffee table. I stood there, staring at it as if it held the worlds worst secret.

Jason came up behind me, his arms circling my waist. His bearded chin tickled as he propped it on my shoulder, “I don’t hear any ticking, so it’s not a bomb,”

I snorted, “Could be… ya never know.”

Jason kissed my neck, “Open it. I’ll get the drinks.”

I watched him go to the kitchen and sighed.

I knelt at the coffee table and ripped the paper. The squat box was medium in length.

Taking off the top, I set it aside and pulled away the tissue paper.

“Oh my god!” I hollered, slapping the top back on.

“What!?” Jason came back to the living room, looking around.

Trying to look innocent, I jerked the box to my chest, “Nothing…”

Jason smiled, his tounge peeking out from between his teeth, “Let me see.”

“Nope! Nuhuh!” I stood, going to the fireplace.

“Ah!” Jason ran over to me, grabbing me at the waist.

The box fell from my arms, opening when it connected with the floor.

Keeping one arm around my waist, Jason reached out with the other, picking up the gift Gran had gotten us.

“Shit…” I whispered.

Jason busted out laughing as the tissue paper fell from the barely there teddy.

It was ice blue in color and honestly would only cover the important bits.

Jason dangled it in my face, whispering in  my ear, “Want to model it for me?”

I scoffed, elbowing him lightly as we laughed.

He dropped the lingerie, spinning me around and kissing the very breath from me as his hands roamed my body.

“Aww man,” was the first thing you said when you woke up that morning.

You had barely woken up and stirred around but in the matter of those few seconds you knew that it was your time of the month. With a groan you got out of bed and grabbed your things before going into the restroom. It hadn’t even been a minute and you could already feel the usual symptoms. Every step you took made you feel like a walking marshmallow and the aching pain in your lower back didn’t help.

Once you were done you knew that you were going to be M.I.A. for the day. Being in pajamas usually lessened the crappiness so you stayed in something comfortable and took to your bed. On your way back, your stomach growled louder than you expected.

“Alright ya bastard, I’ll feed you,” you muttered to your tummy.

When you got into the kitchen Mark was standing in front of the stove focusing on some bacon to go with his eggs.

“Morning sun-,” he paused when he got a good look at you.

From the look on your face he knew that it was your time of the month too. He chuckled with a sympathetic smile and placed the bacon on his plate. Even though he took the time to make his breakfast, he saw how you were feeling and offered his plate for you. The pain in your back lessened a bit as you smiled at him.

“Thank you,” you said with a smile as you took the plate, “What can I offer in return?”

“A kiss,” he said before pecking your lips, “and this,” he said as he took a piece of bacon.

After having a good breakfast, you snuggled into your sheets and chuckled every time you heard Mark yelp in his gaming room. When he finished, he walked into the room.

“Need anything?”

The offer was tempting but you didn’t have anything you wanted at that moment. With that, you shook your head and snuggled a bit deeper into your blankets. Mark walked over to the bed and slid himself right beside you.

“How about some snuggles?”

His arms wrapped around you so he could hold you closer to him. Whenever Mark snuggled, he always did this cute thing where he would nuzzle his nose against your neck, tickling you as you chuckled.

“Can we just do this all day?” you asked with a wistful sigh.

“I’ll do anything you want.”

When he said that you turned around so that you were facing him. A devious grin spread across your face.

“Give me a kiss.”

Without hesitation he puckered his lips against yours. When you parted ways, you went back for one more kiss.

“Thank you,” you muttered as you nuzzled into his chest.

For the rest of that day, you both just laid in bed all day while you cuddled under the blankets. Even though you weren’t feeling up to par, some cute snuggles with Mark always managed to make you forget.

You thought to yourself, Maybe some Mark snuggles are my cure.

With that you rested your head on his chest and closed your eyes, sighing happily to have him in your arms.

Imagine the first night you are staying with your boyfriend. Sherlock and you planed it a week ahead so nothing should come in between, not like last time when  Lestrade called your darling to get him to a case, or the time before when John came in as both of you lay in Sherlocks’ bed and wanted him to take his and Marys child. No, this time nothing should stop you from having a great time with the tall, pale, dark curled man you love so much.You had dinner and just as it gets dark Sherlock says: “You should go! I have lots of work to do!” “What? We planed this! This should be our first sleep over! You know that!”, you say, trying to control yourself and not burst out into tears or shouts. “Sorry, you should go!”. Angry you take your bag and stump towards the door. Just when you are about to close it behind you you hear a whisper: “I don’t want to lose you!” “What?” “I said ‘I don’t want to lose you!’ Gosh!” “I know what you said, but why should you even lose me?” “Everything about you makes me fall deeper in love with you. Every move you make is just perfect, everything you say is so intelligent and well thought! I am not sure how I could ever be able to handle the amount of love I would feel if you were in my arms when I wake up! I am afraid of my ability to love! I never for once thought such a deep feeling could happen to me, being with you is like a punch in the face, something I never knew was possible, something I never even knew I wanted just came to me! You make me so happy, I don’t know how I should ever be able to give you back all the love I receive through you!”


Tate x Reader


You flopped on his bed. “I hate this!” You mumbled. “Yeah” he said lying beside you. Your school was forcing everyone to go to prom. Of you didn’t go you’d be failed in all your main classes. Tate had already made romantic plans for you and him. A movie and then ‘cuddles’. “I have to buy a dress now” she complained. “I have to get a suit” Tate replied. “Right….let’s go” she whispered and stood. “We might as well make the most of this” Tate looked at you and smiled.

You went to get his suit first. Hand on hand as you walked down the street. In the shop you let him do his own thing. Wanting for him you watched as he came out of the changing room in a black tuex. It was plain and simple but made his blonde hair stand out and made him look more gorgeous. You smiled and he nodded. Taking it off and buying it.

Next was the dress. You hated dresses but went shopping anyway. While in the thrid shop, Tate said “here. Try it on” putting a black dress in your hands. You sighed and nodded. Going in and trying it on. Looking and yourself in the mirror, you liked it. It was a black skater dress. It stopped about mid thigh and showed just enough up top. You came out of the changing room and he smiled. He face lighting up. “I should become a fashion expert” he chuckled. “Shut up” you replied as you got changed and then brought the dress. Loving him even more for picking it out.

Imagine snapchatting Bucky and putting videos of him on your story

“No, (Y/n). Do not post that one on Snapchat, please!” Bucky whined, attempting to snatch your phone out of your hand.

“Stop, Bucky! I swear to god, I can do whatever I want!” You shouted madly as you ran around the bedroom.

Hopping over obstacles like a track runner, you easily jumped over the desk and landed on the soft bed with a ‘omfp’. Finally, Bucky was able to catch you in his arms, snuggling you so close that you had to gasp for breathe.

“Let me go,” you wheezed. You writhed around his embrace, trying to break free. But even as a specialized spy-assassin, you couldn’t get yourself out of his hold. You didn’t mind though. Positioning yourself so that your head was against his strong chest, you mumbled so not-so nice words.

“Gimme your phone first,” he blackmailed. 

You sighed in surrender and put your phone out. He let you go and reached for your phone, but you quickly grabbed it first. Getting up on your feet again, you waved the phone in his face triumphantly.

“You thought.” Sticking your tongue out, you plopped back onto the bed.

Bucky shook his head in defeat. “You had already posted it, didn’t you?”

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I am here

It was one of those nights I just couldn’t find any sleep. It was strange. All those nights I couldn’t sleep were nights when something horrible was about to happen. Sometimes I found out what it was before it happened, sometimes I didn’t. It was a gift and a punishment at the same time because I felt responsible for the things that happened in those nights. Even though I sometimes couldn’t do anything against it. But this time it was such a strong feeling, nearly a pain that I was afraid. Something really bad was about to happen and I had no clue.

I left my bed and the common room to find out. Silently I rushed through the corridors of the castle. I knew nobody was going to see me. It was always that way. I didn’t know where I was going, when I was finally running up the stairs of the astronomy tower. I had no clue why I was here or why my feet went that way but I saw I was right when I reached the last step. A figure was standing right upon the ledge. “Please don’t!”, I whispered and the figure stopped in his movement. “Go!”, the voice answered and I was shocked when I recognized the voice of Sirius Black. He was always that tough guy, never showing real feelings. And now he was standing there about to make a big mistake.

“Sirius.”, I whispered and moved closer. “Leave!”, he said and looked at me over his shoulder. “No.”, I answered with a strong voice. “Just leave or I am going to jump.” “If you jump, I follow.”, I said. At least it made him turn. “You don’t understand. Nobody does!”, he said desperate. “Explain me.”, I said softly “It’s better this way.”, he said, facing the abyss again. “It is not. What about your friends? Your family?” “My friends don’t understand! They… I always have to be the cool guy, the tough guy but as soon as I’ve got problems… They just don’t see how bad it feels.”, I could hear his voice break. Slowly I moved closer to him and found a letter on the floor. “Is this the reason?”, I asked and picked up the paper. He nodded. “May I read it?”, again he nodded, still looking down into the night.

I started t read and so much hate built up in me. It was a letter from his family. But not the ones everyone at Hogwarts used to get. His family seemed to hate him. They wrote such horrible things. How much they hated him and how much he was a disgrace for their family, their noble name. They wrote how much they loved his brother and how much they wished he was like him or gone. I started to feel angry about his family and endlessly sorry for him. Softly I laid my hand on his shoulder. “They are not right.”, I whispered. “They want me to leave so I will give them what they want.”, he looked into the abyss again, the wind heavily pulling at him.

“No please.”, I said grabbing his shoulder closer “There are so many people that need you! If you do this… Please let me help you.” “You can’t! Nobody can! I’m a dishonor for my family. I am useless. I am nothing.” “That’s just not right. You are a best friend, a good person. You choose the right way.”, he looked at me over his shoulder again, he looked me straight in the eyes “I’ve got nothing.” “You’ve got your friends and you’ve got me.”, my hand left his shoulder and grabbed for his hand. “I am here Sirius.”, I whispered. He slowly turned around and let me pull him onto safe ground again. I sighed released and pulled him closer. He buried his head into my hair. “Everything will be fine again. I promise you.”, I whispered. He laid his arms around me, pulled me the closest he could as if I was his safe harbor.

We stood there for a while. He cried onto my head while I was just stroking him softly, whispering that I was there, that I would help him. I finally managed to get him down the tower and back into the common room where I got his friends and explained everything to them. They were shocked but promised to help him. As they started to talk I wanted to leave giving them some space but Sirius grabbed for my hand. “Don’t leave me.”, he begged and looked straight up to me. I smiled softly “I am here.”, I promised.

Everyone knew that Liam and Louis loved to play little tricks on each other whenever they’d have the chance, but you never thought that you would be a part of one. 

“Okay, everybody. I have a question. If you think that Louis’ a cuddler in bed, scream!” Liam grinned, the crowd immediately going wild. 

“Liam, I swear to go-” 

“I have a picture that I took of Louis and Y/N the other night, even after Louis told us that he didn’t like to cuddle.”

A picture of you and Louis cuddled up next to each other popped up on all the screens, your legs tangled together with his arms wrapped around your waist while his face was nuzzled into the back of your neck. What was even more embarrassing for Louis was the fact that the both of you were half-naked.

“Shit!” Louis exclaimed, flipping Liam off as the rest of the boys began to laugh. 

“You never told me you had a banana-patterned bra, Y/N!” Harry scoffed playfully with a hand on his hip. “If you told me that, I would’ve gone to ask you out!”


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also i’m leaving for my summer vacation tomorrow for like a month but i’m bringing my laptop with me so don’t worry! i probably won’t be posting that much though. 


Dave Lizewski Imagine:  Sick

At your school there was always a bug going around, and somebody was almost always ill; that’s just how it was. So it wasn’t uncommon to have a headache or be sick. You just put up and shut up, but this time Dave wasn’t having it.

Your parents had both gone on a business trip together for a couple days and had left you alone, figuring you would be okay, so you had the house to yourself. Because of this your boyfriend Dave had stayed over the night, you guys didn’t sleep together, but rather just in the same bed. Rolling over you buried your head into the crook in Dave’s neck wincing in pain coming from your head.

“Babe are you okay?” he whispered hearing you nearly cry. “Babe, you’re burning up, hang on I’ll be back I will go get a towel to cool your temperature and I think I know where there are some paracetamol.” He spoke kissing your head, each word he spoke hurting your head even more.

It wasn’t long until he came back with a glass of water, tablets and a damp towel for your head. “Babe yo should go, I don’t want you to get sick” you whispered evening speaking hurt you. “No because you are ill and I refuse to leave you alone for one minute never mind one day until you’re better.” He said harshly before stroking your cheek “My princess deserves the best” he laughed quietly before reaching for your laptop. After plumping up your pillows he cuddled into you and let your favourite movie play softly; We Bought A Zoo.

After almost an hour you had fallen asleep, Dave however had just let you drift away whilst lying on his chest. “No Marty I’m not in today” he hushed down the phone stroking your hair unaware you were awake. Pretending you were asleep you continued to eavesdrop on his conversation. “Yes Marty I’m with y/n, yes I’m sat with her on her bed she wasn’t feeling well so we stayed in bed. No Marty you pervert” he answered down the phone to Marty’s multiple questions. “Yes Marty I love her okay?” he practically yelled making you jump slightly, Dave immediately hanging up the phone. “Hey princess, are you okay?” he questioned trying to hide the embarrassment he had on his face.

“Dave, I love you too” you smiled leaning over and kissing him softly. “I love you too”

Newt imagine
“There you go Chuck, be careful next time yeah” I say placing a plaster on his cut and ruffling his hair. He just nodded before sprinting of probably to fine Thomas.
“Great job Y/N” I looked up to see Newt sitting on one of the medical beds, it was one of the hottest days we have had in the Glade in the last three years so most people were taking a brake from thier jobs. “Thanks Newt, need anything?” I ask hoping this was just a causal stop by to talk “nope all good just wanted to talk maybe walk you got time?”. I nodded today had been slow, we walked towards one of the look out towers.
We both climbed up the tower and sat looking at the glade all around us. I felt Newt grab my hand squeezing it I knew he wasn’t a fan of heights so I had no idea why he brought me up here. “Newt you don’t like heights we can just go and sit under the trees if you want”. I say going to get up but his hand brings me back down “no no I know you love it up here and I wanted to ask you something” he says quickly. I sit back down facing him “Okay Y/N I have liked you for sometime now and I was wondering would you um go out with me, I know this place is a hell hole but we will find a way out I know it”. I nodded before quickly pressing my lips to his “I would love to” his half cute little smile spread across his face.

“Harry, it’s 11am. Time to wake up..” You sang softly, crawling into bed as you prodded at your sleeping boyfriend’s cheek. Harry really liked to sleep. Sometimes, you thought he liked to sleep more than he liked to spend time with you! Today was a little different, though.. Harry had practically slept through the whole day - you had tried waking him up a couple times earlier but he didn’t budge. 

“Go away..” He murmured, voice gravelly as he turned and pulled the duvet up a little higher to cover his bare body. “Sleepin’.” 

“I know you’re sleeping, but I made lunch for us and the grilled cheese sandwiches are getting cold.” You pouted, leaning down to press a kiss to his head. Harry responded with a small huff as his eyebrows knitted together, whining when you tried to pull the blankets off of him. 

“I’ll eat later.” 

“Fine. If you’re going to be like that, you leave me with no choice.” You sighed, pausing for a second before tackling him with tickles, your fingers dancing up and down his sides. Harry immediately bursted into laughter, a smile spreading on his face as he tried to push you off him. 

“Y/N! Stop!” He snorted, making you giggle as you continued your torture. 

“I’ll stop if you promise not to fall back asleep!” 


“Then I’m not stopping for shit, mister!” You laughed, squealing as Harry grabbed you by the hips and flipped you over, the mattress bouncing slightly at the weight. “Hey..” 

“Hey..” Harry mocked, nuzzling into the crook of your neck before pressing kisses to your skin. “You’re so warm..” He murmured, letting out a sigh. 

“You gonna get up?” 

Harry had fallen back asleep.


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The Glitter Face

Phil ”I’m going to stick mine under my bed.”

Dan “I’m going to eat mine.”