i will always come right back to you

hyratel  asked:

Per the tech injection question, I get the feeling that it's not so much that tech is wizardry based as the wizards in suitable positions are better able to ask the right questions to subtly nudge a baseline researcher in the right direction. Possible example being that MOSFETs were described nearly 30 years before BJT (pnp/npn) were introduced, and then it was (even longer) before they were viable (on mobile or I'd have some actual numbers here)

I’d say you’re right there. Subtlety is always going to be preferable in these situations; if a useful technology has already put its head up over the parapet (so to speak) but is being held back by a lack of some other technology or technique, that would be the place to drop a useful hint or have someone come down with a sudden case of serendipity.

What to do before school starts!

Okay so since next academic year is approaching, i decided to make a post about what to do before school starts so you are all well organized and super prepared for what is coming!!

So first things first:

- If you get some sort of list of school supplies you have to buy, go and get those! I always do this as soon as possible to make sure I am getting everything right there and not having to wait for some things to be accessable

- Decide on an organization and planner system! Maybe you have one that works super good for you since forever, maybe you’re just trying out something, it really does not matter. It is helpful though to decide on one system and then buy your supplies that are not on the list from your school.

  Examples for organization systems:

  - use binders for each class/subject you are taking

  - use notepads for each class/subject you are taking

  - use one big binder for all of your classes/subjects (I wouldn’t rly recommend  that, I have tried it out, but do whatever works best for you! Also this is works better when you don’t have that many classes/subjects)

  - use folders for each class/subject you are taking

  - use two folders/binders for each class/subject, dividing all the paper in i.e. notes, copies, papers etc.

  Examples for planning systems:

  - if your school offers a planner, you probably have tried that out. If not, it’s always worth a try!

  - use a student planner (the varieties are ENDLESS)

  - use something like a Hobonichi planner

  - use a bullet journal!! (I’m serious I am in LOVE with it)

Go and buy school supplies!!

- Deep clean your room! (Or at least, your desk area/study space)

- If you don’t have a desk/study space, create one! There are several methods on how to do that! (I’d highly suggest to NOT using your bed as a permanent study space, because your mind associates bed with sleep. While studying in bed, your mind starts to draw a connection between bed and studying (that will lead you to not sleeping well) and also a connection between studying and sleeping, which will lead you to less productive studying. And that’s not what you want after all, right?)

- If you want to, set goals! That can be anything really, mine are mostly to participate more and certain goals for marks/grades, but you can also set as a goal to not have anything below B- or anything :)

- Work on a consistent sleeping habit! I still struggle with this, but keeping a consistent sleeping habit is very important for both your body and your brain. Also it will be a lot easier to study if you sleep enough each night! For me, eight to ten hours of sleep would be perfect, but since I have to get out of bed by six am I prefer to not go to sleep at nine but rather between nine and eleven (with exceptions)

That would be it! I hope I helped some of you guys! If you have anything to add, add! xD

anonymous asked:

hey love! sorry to bother you but i need advice. so lately ive been having trouble with like "grounding" myself, cause its really easy for me to get out of my body but then when i get back i feel weird, like im not entirely here, you know? do you have any advice on how i can control that better?

bonjour, angel! ~ it’s always difficult having to “come back” to yourself, isn’t it? luckily, there are a few things you may want to try in hopes of making it all easier! “centering” is a really effective meditation/visualization method used by a lot of people, usually for when they need to clear their heads and take a moment to set themselves right again. keep in mind that this may not be the best practice for those who tend to dissociate (but for some, it does help - just trust your gut!) the practice of grounding and centering can be found here, explained in-depth :-) 

another thing that may help bring you back is to state loud and clear that you exist. take a moment alone to get comfortable and stand your own ground - announce, “i am here. i am real. i feel strong emotions, i live day-by-day; i am my own person, and a very real one, at that” - or something along those lines. breathe deep. let yourself be centered; connected to the ground, the Earth. tell yourself that things are okay, that they will continue to be okay, and that you are strong and alive. 💕

lastly, try taking some time to reconnect with the Earth. this in turn will help you reconnect to yourself. walk through the grass, feeling the soft texture. hold your arms above your head, embracing the sun. take the deepest breath you can, inhaling fresh air and letting that make you feel fresh and new, too. you are here, you are real, you are a part of everything.

take care my dear! hoping that my advice proves beneficial.

😌☺️🙏🏻

anonymous asked:

my bf and i broke up last night bc he's unsure if he has feelings for a girl he had an f+ thing with before we got together (we already were together before he met her but broke up bc of bad timing but after almost a year we tried again) it felt so right and i've always been sure he's the one and he said i was everything he ever wanted. i cant blame him for his feelings and i already hope that he will come back but i don't know how to survive the next few weeks. any advice? (1)

For your own safety and peace of mind I wouldn’t count on him coming back. He may or he may not but I think you should really just focus on moving on for the time being

this is completely random and i don’t know why this always stuck with me.  but remember the first book the boys wrote? i think it was called dare to dream.  there’s a part in all their chapters where they talk about their families and i remember harry writing in his that when he was younger he would always text robin to come over bc his mom really worried about whether or not he and gemma were okay with robin but harry really liked him so he would just invite him over anyway.  and that always stuck with me for some reason. i thought that was really special bc i know that type of relationship can be hard for a lot of kids.  i’m glad they had such a close relationship and you can really tell how much robin loved harry and how much harry loved him right back. :(

An Aquarius and I were out in a balcony, and we talked about his girl, and he laughed. “Bro, she’s crazy. She’s so goofy, and so weird as fuck, but..” he slowly turned back to the crowd and spotted her, twirling in her dress as her favorite song plays in the background. “.. she’s life, you feel?” We laughed.

An Aries messaged me some type of shit at night complaining about his girl. Message: How can she expect me to change when all she does is belittle me, treat me like a fucking kid. She always yells and every time we try to talk, she always fucking picks on me. I hate it, man.. but god. She’s my girl and I put up with her shit. She’s a headache and a blessing, man.

A Cancer got too drunk one night and I sat next to him by the curb and he suddenly began to heave and sigh heavily, mumbling her name, and cussing to himself of how he misses her and how he should’ve drunk texted her. I took the phone away from him.. It’s been three years, Cancer.

A Capricorn let out a sigh as his girlfriend as she passed by our way, and looked at me. “She’s been giving me the cold shoulder all day, and you know, fuck it..” He laughed and looked back at the game. I looked back at his girlfriend and noticed her mean mugging me. I quickly turned back to the screen. I shouldn’t have had come over.

A Gemini once told me as we sat and ate about how he didn’t feel like everyone should have labels. How things should just be enjoyed in the moment. “With labels,” he said “You get hurt in the process, so fuck it and just enjoy it..”

A Leo lit up a cigarette and laughed and then said, “Look, loyalty isn’t hard to ask. You just really have to be there, be supportive. I don’t know what everyone’s deal is.. it’s not hard. My girl and I, we’ve been together for 4 years, and one of these days I’m gonna propose. Finally.”

A Libra admitted that he didn’t like it when his girlfriend wouldn’t talk or answer to him, and how she’s been petty. When clearly he was being petty himself not too long ago when she called him..

A Pisces and I got into a deep conversation about exes and he said, “You’re over here thinking about what could have been, and just playing old scenarios of you two, and look at you. Look at yourself, you couldn’t even function properly now. You think you’re okay and you go out and put a smile on your face every damn day and boom. Instant. She’s in your head, and it’s crazy. She always comes back to you in a very painful way..” Realizing now, he too, was talking about his what-ifs..

A Sagittarius kept asking for advice on what to say to his girl when she always tries to make him open up, and yet he still can’t stop overthinking at all.

A Scorpio laughed at me for being too emotional at a party. I was sitting on a couch and he approached me and said, “Don’t think about your girl right now. There are alot of girls here just waiting to get dicked down, man. Shit, we’re here to have fun!” I wasn’t feeling any of this, but I then see him trying to talk to a woman and they started to hit if off.

A Taurus closed his eyes and said, “I can’t really understand what I feel most of the time, maybe it’s my anxiety holding me back but I try best to be the best I can in a relationship. I just think too much..” He laughed and shook his head. Told me to just forget the whole conversation and changed the subject to the game.

A Virgo rubbed the back of his head and said, “I don’t know, maybe I’m over thinking this relationship entirely. I know she means well, but I can’t see myself enough to grow with her. Should I say it? Should I tell her, or let it run its course? What do you think?” He looked at me and he was serious. I was hesitant to say anything but before I could he said, “You’re right. Maybe I’m over thinking it again.”

—  Him
Lockers - Peter Parker

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a/n - i went through many different plots/settings with this fic so it took a while but, writing this was really fun. it sort of become rly super duper long so i apologize for that LOL and hopefully the fluff isn’t a flop like me but don’t forget to request a peter parker/spider-man fic if you’d like and follow!

The elevator began to shake even more, dropping one more time before I felt as if our fate was waiting for us down at the bottom floor. The broken glass made it hard to stand up, but what was even worse was that I was the only one left in the doomed elevator.

“Grab onto my hand!” The officer shouted at me, extending his arm to be the best way he could. I tried to desperately to reach it, but I couldn’t. The mix of adrenaline and fear had struck my body to the max.

“Sir, I-I can’t.” I cried, my heart breaking even more. Just then, the elevator went down another foot, and I felt my back press up against the tarnished wall. All I could hear was the harsh beat of my heart and the yells for help from the people up top.

“(Y/N) please! Try again!” I heard Liz yell from above. The situation had become to surreal to me that I almost became numb to it, with what could happen in a matter of seconds not scaring me as much as it should be.

Before I could register anything else, the sound of glass breaking snapped me back into reality. But surprisingly, it wasn’t from the elevator.

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okay first things first: i love and support everyone equally in bts but i feel i need to get this off my chest. can we just appreciate Kim Namjoon?
can we appreciate how much he’s done not only for bts, for the boys, for bighit, for kpop, for his family but for his korean and international fans as well?

like without him bangtan wouldn’t exist. well maybe it would but not in this kind of form. and let’s be honest; this bangtan is the best bangtan.

he’s such an amazing leader too. he’s always there for the other members whenever they’re sad, exhausted, in need of positivity, feel like giving up… they always have a shoulder they can lean on and it’s Namjoon’s. he always makes sure that everyone is okay, everyone is happy and everyone does their best and works hard. he’s the one who always wants the boys to be a part of english conversations to so he helps them with their english whenever he can. he translates english stuff to korean so the boys won’t feel like they’re left out of something. he protects his bandmates at all cost but he also scolds them if they’ve done something wrong (lol papa Joon has no chill)

he proved that just because you’re coming from a small company, you can still make a name for yourself in the music industry. after all: not the company but your work will affect people.

because of Namjoon bts didn’t stop until they became the first kpop group to win an award, break a voting record with 300 million (!!!) votes but still staying the same humble guys they really are. they proved that a simple group that has an amazing leader at front is capable to do anything. buf ofc all 7 of the boys needed to be a part of this to make it work. y'know TEAMWORK MAKES THE DREAM WORK❤️

can we also appreciate that RapMon proved his family that they made the right choice that day when they allowed him to be a musician instead of making sure he cares about university and stuff. he proved that his family made the right choice because now everyone knows who bts are and with this he shut every hater’s mouth.

and now comes the most important thing: THANK YOU NAMJOON. Thank you for always talking to us i-fans in english, for teaching the boys english, for translating english speeches to korean so your k-fans can understand you as well and basically for inspiring us. For never giving up on us. For always being there with us. For saving our lives. For taking care of us. For talking to us through your lyrics. For never taking a step back whenever you experience hate, a bad scandal or something tough. Thank you for supporting us, loving us, for empowering us to be stronger, to be more confident. Thank you for telling us not to give up on our dreams, never be affraid to try out something new.

Thank you so much for everything, Kim Namjoon. You saved our lives and you changed our lives. Thank you for being the best leader and taking care of our boys. ARMY LOVES YOU RAP MONSTER❤️

Regarding Jae’s Twitter

As we all know, Jae has reactivated his Twitter and we’re all happy that he’s done so. From My Day to random strangers, we all enjoy his tweets and the humor he puts into them. Besides the comedy and hashtags, Jae is known for being super interactive with his fans and replying to our tweets whenever he can. But as always, with any rise of popularity will come with a rise of negativity and hatred as well.

Lately I’ve been seeing a lot of blatantly rude and disrespectful comments towards Jae. Yes Jae is very laid back,chill, and funny, but that doesn’t give you any rights to address him like he’s your bestfriend or something. We all still have our boundaries as a fan and everyone needs to understand what those boundaries are. Asking extremely personal questions like “Who has the ‘longest’ among the members?” and “Are you still a virgin” yes i’ve seen both of these are NOT in any way appropriate to be asking him. Saying things like “we don’t care” when he’s expressing his feelings or constantly complaining about him not noticing you isn’t acceptable either.

I’m not trying to be some peace-keeping law maker but I think certain mannerisms should just be common sense? But apparently for some people it’s not so here’s a little DO and DON’T list for things to say/do on Jae’s Twitter

DO:

  • ask about his day/how he’s feeling
  • ask questions you’re curious about (appropriate ones)
  • send in positivity/motivation
  • send memes yo 
  • send fan art / fan videos
  • (or say nothing at all)

DON’T:

  • spam him with “nOTicE mE!!!1!1″ type comments
  • ask about his/members sexuality & sex life
  • send links to nsfw fanfiction…
  • start arguments in his replies
  • make rude replies for attention
  • Bonus: Call Day6 an idol band/boygroup (they aren’t)

I think this about sums everything up. Feel free to add  on if I missed anything. Just remember to have to respect and common decency yall. 

Dean barely notices when Sam runs into the house to investigate the nephilim situation. His eyes dart this way and that, taking in the tattered, broken wingspan spread out before him.

All of the times that he lost Cas, he never saw his wings. Not once. And it feels so…final.

Dean’s lips tremble as he casts his gaze upwards towards where he knows heaven is watching. He wonders if the angels care. He wonders if God cares.

He knows Chuck probably isn’t even in heaven, and maybe he has his ears turned off while he’s having the family meeting to end all family meetings with Amara, but he tries anyway. He wants to beg, bargain, and scream, but he’s not sure he can speak. He sends up a plea, his lips mouthing silent prayers.

The air is still. Too still. Deathly still.

Dean squeezes his eyes shut and slumps down to the ground. He bows his head down, but he can’t yet bear to look. Not yet. Not again.

He breathes, and it feels like a monumental effort. He is hyper aware of being alive, of his lungs filling with oxygen and expelling carbon dioxide, and suddenly he thinks he might understand why yoga helps to clear the mind. Maybe he’ll take it up. He could do with a nice, clear mind after…after…

He opens his eyes. Cas is there, but he isn’t.

Dean swallows against the burning lump in his throat as he reaches a hand out. Hand touches hand. One is cold.

Dean stares at the eyes and wills them to open as he curls his fingers around the still, cold hand. And finally, after much effort, he finds that he can speak.

“Please,” Dean pleads, his voice smaller than he thinks it has ever been. “Please. Cas. I need you.”

No. That’s not right. That’s not enough.

“I love you.”

Too late. He says it, finally, after all of these years, and it falls on deaf ears. Ears that will never hear those words.

Dean’s eyes sting. “Come back. Like you always do.” His voice cracks. “I love you. I love you. I love you. Please come back.”

The world is still. Too still.

He’s not coming back this time.

Dean folds himself over Cas’s body and finally allows himself to break.

Was it a risk to cast someone so well known, and yet such an unknown quantity? ‘It didn’t feel risky at all,’ says Emma, 'because he auditioned the same way everyone else did. Over the course of days of coming back to audition, giving it his best, Harry was absolutely right for the part, and it didn’t feel any more a risk casting him than it did casting anyone else.’ Emma appreciates that his fame might get in the way for some: 'there’s always the risk that people can’t get past the persona, but the truth is he’s a great actor. I think when you watch him in the movie he utterly sucks you in. He’s not Harry Styles any more, in the same way that Fionn isn’t Fionn Whitehead any more - he’s Tommy.’
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Hello everyone!
I just wanted to give you some news.

As you can see, I’ll be absent for a long time. Recently I haven’t feeling very well, both physically and mentally due…many things are happening in my life right now.

I don’t want to lie to you all and pretend I’m always smiling and being funny and silly. This time I really need a time to deal with all those stuff that requires time  that I’m spending in my blogs and chats with people. I need some time alone. 

I’ll come back when Underverse 0.3-2 is finished, maybe in the middle of July, I’ll try to update a few advances of the animation, nothing else. I won’t stream until that day comes, too. I prefer to not using the chat for a while. I need to focus and save a lot of time to finish this animation and then being able to take important choices that are about to change many things of my daily life.

I have a couple of things to do before leaving, so don’t worry to people I promised to do those things this week.

…So, see you soon and thanks for everything.
Have fun.

Love like you

I see people still talking about who this is meant to be about, and I think its about everyone. The lyrics can really apply to almost anyone, especially the main characters.

If I could begin to be half of what you think of me, I could do about anything, I could even learn to love.

When I see the way you act wondering when I’m coming back I could do about anything, I could even learn how to love like you.

I always thought I might be bad now I’m sure that it’s true.

Cause I think you’re so good and I’m nothing like you.

Look at you go I just adore you

I wish I knew what makes you think I’m so special

If I could do something that does right by you,

I would do about anything, I would even learn how to love.

When I see the way you look, shaken by how long it took

I could about anything I could even learn how to love like you

Love me like you…

dear body,

i feel like i fight with you a lot. i overstress you. you balloon up. i feed you too much dairy. you tighten up the calf muscles. i take three hour naps after my shorter shifts. you don’t wake me up at 6am like i want you to. i don’t always wash up right after a run. you break out in tiny pimples all over my face.  i scream at you internally whenever you release the monthly surge of hormones. you kick back at me with awful cramps, mood swings, appetite spikes, & bloat. 

but i have come to see that i mistreat you sometimes. i give you too much caffeine. sometimes i’m too lazy to wash my makeup off. i don’t exfoliate you as much as i should. i pick at scabs when i should let them heal. and most of all: i tell you you’re wrong. that you look too this or you don’t have enough of that. that you’re functioning poorly. that you aren’t doing your job. but perhaps the reality of it all is that i am not doing my job. 

but days like today, we work together and run. we run in the summer heat. i keep the skin healthy by applying lots of sunblock. you keep me cool by sweating like a maniac. i hydrate– you do millions of cellular energy conversions and muscle fiber contractions. and my mind? my mind says to you “hurt is inevitable. suffering is optional.” 

together, we can do what i once thought was impossible. 

and so i’m sorry, my dear body, for how i may mistreat you. but most of all thank you for persevering nonetheless. 

thank you. 

[TRANS] 170523 Kim Hyunjung's News Show - Phone Interview w/ Rap Monster

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Kim Hyunjung (KHJ): Hello Rap Monster. Congratulations!

Rap Monster (RM): Hi, nice to meet you, this is Rapmon from BTs.

KHJ: You are in Las Vegas right?

RM: We have some additional schedules so we’re heading to LA from Las Vegas noe. Please excuse me for taking the call while on the road, thank you.

KHJ: You’re really well-manner. I’m the one who should say thank you for taking the call in such situation.

RM: It’s my honor.

KHJ:To be honest, did you go there with expectation?

RM: Of course, we had a lot of expectation. We thought that we shouldn’t have any expectation but at the same time, we expected a lot too. “They called us all the way here, wouldn’t they give us the award? But anyway let’s not hope too much,” we were kind of in a dilemma.

KHJ: How did you feel like when they called out BTS’ name at a stage like that?

RM: We talked about this among ourselves already too, it didn’t feel real. We just went out to the stage like we were being possessed by something, and in front of us were people like Drake, DJ Khaled. It felt like we were dreaming.

KHJ: Felt like you were dreaming? Back then when you were a trainee, have you ever dreamt of a stage like this?

RM: We actually have never dreamt of anything this big. When we were still trainees, around 1 year before debuting, we went to see a sunbae group’s concert at Olympic Gymnastics Arena. We talked about having to stand on this kind of stage at least once before retiring. We didn’t dare to imagine of attending an award show like BBMAs and receiving an award in front of such people.

KHJ: So you were watching the concert at Olympic Gymnastics Arena and you said “Wow, we have to do a concert here at least once before we die, don’t we?”. Was it your dream?

RM: It was nearly exactly what I said. For real.

KHJ: Those trainees now walked on the dream stage of Billboard and became the first among K-pop idol groups.

RM: It’s our honor.

KHJ: What do you think is the main factor to such global popularity? What is the core point?

RM: The local media outlets always ask us this too so I thought about this a lot, since I have to answer them. And I asked around too, of course. I think K-pop is like a gift set, an assorted gift ser. The music, the choreography, music videos and what we always do, communication on SNS. These things are combined together and once you fall for something, for example, if you listen to the music, you will watch music videos, then if you find the choreography cool, you will look up for performances on Youtube and find the fun videos that we always shoot, then you will check out our SNS and find out what thoughts we have. I can say that it’s extremely easily accessible. So the process of becoming our fans is extremely easy too. And most of all, our typical type of music or lyrics tell the stories of the youth in all over the world, no matter if it’s across the globe or Korea, the youth all feel the same emotions. We think it can create a bond of sympathy more easily, letting them think “So they feel like this in Korea too.”

KNJ: Your songs are in Korean, can those feelings be delivered? Including the lyrics too?

RM: The Internet and such are developing strongly these days, so even if we just tweet something, a lot of people would immediately translate it to not just English, but also multiple languages like Romanian, Portugese.

KHJ: So they translate and make subtitles in multiple languages?

RM: That’s correct. Nearly all of our contents have subtitles, so it’s easier to know what we talk about, what we write, what our lyrics say. I think we are benefitting a lot from the media.

KHJ: An assorted gift set made up from those things. And the finalization of it, the finalization of 2017, we can think it’s BTS.

RM: Thank you for saying that.

KHJ: But Rap Monster, how can you speak so well like that?

RM: Thank you. There’s a lot of chances where I need to speak on behalf of the group, so I think I have to speak well to dignify our group. I always think in my head first.

KHJ: You pulled out English interviews perfectly too. The assorted gift set story you talked about is true in many ways. It makes me think idols are indeed incredible, you started from Olympic Gymnastics Arena and now took home a Billboard award. What will be your next goal?

RM: Our next goal is a worldwide stadium tour. Stadium tour is the kind of tour that attracts at lease 30,000, 40,000 to 50,000 audiences. I can say that our next goal is to hold a worldwide stadium tour.

KHJ: So us older generation can understand that it’s like when Michael Jackson holds a concert and have 3-40,000 audiences?

RM: Yes, we want to do that.

KHJ: Earlier you said when you went to the concert at Olympic Gymnastics Arena yiu wanted to be like that sunbae group, who was that sunbae?

RM: They are called Highlight now right? We got a chance to go to Highlight - formerly known as B2ST - sunbaenim’s concert in 2012. We sat at the back.

KHJ: At the back?

RM: They were so cool so we told each other like “Let’s become like those sunbaenim”. We still sometimes talk about that among ourselves now.

KHJ: It would be even happier because you made it after going through hardships. Having a busy schedule must be really tiring right? What do you want to do first when you come back home?

RM: I always like enjoying the park or landscapes. I sometimes come to Gyeongbokgung too, it helps filling out the feeling of emptiness. I heard the Seoullo 7017 (a pedestrial overpass) has been opened.

KHJ: Yes, Seoullo. Oh, do you follow current events too? How did you know Seoullo is opened when you go abroad that frequently?

RM: I take a lot of flights and they always have newspapers there, so I read them.

KHJ: You need to be this level to become a global idol. Rap Monster, congratulations again. I hope you can soon come back and take a walk in the park or Seoullo 7017. I’ll continue to support and look forward to your future activities and worldwide stadium tour.

RM: Thank you.

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“This is amazing, Shawn” I muttered, my jaw dropping amazed. 

“Dude, it’s dope” Brian agreed, nodding excited. 

Shawn had invited us all around to see his new flat and though the rooms were impressive, Shawn’s view over Toronto beat every view I’d ever seen in my entire life. Even the sunset Brian and I once watched in Sri Lanka didn’t do this one justice.

“Your mother outdid herself finding this” I said, looking out at the CN Tower lighting colourfully up in the dark. 

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Pairing: Y/N and Harry

Word Count:  4800

Warnings: None

Requested: Yes

Prompt:

“Harry,” Y/N says softly.

She rests her head on his lap as his long fingers comb through her hair. Her eyes are on him and she’s playing with the hem of his hoodie that she had stolen out of his closet. Harry tears his eyes away from the screen and looks down at her, her lip in between her teeth.

“Yeah,” he says.

“Couldn’t you go for a warm cookie right now?” Y/N asks, and Harry laughs. He’s perfectly content without a cookie, but he knows Y/N wants one, and he couldn’t possibly say no to her.

“We have no cookies to make,” Harry says, “we’d have to go on a hunt and we aren’t even dressed properly.”

“So,” Y/N shrugs, “everyone we know is most likely drunk or high at this time of the night, please Harry,” she sits up on her knees, batting her eyes, her lips in a pout and Harry knows he’s about to go for a late night cookie hunt in his pajama’s.


Y/N was the only one who noticed him.

She had noticed the boy hiding behind his book in the back of the classroom, the boy who people pushed past in the hallways to get where they needed to go, who they shoved in the lockers in an attempt to pass him, she noticed him.

Harry loved Y/N, like really loved Y/N. Not just the type of love that people have for their friends and families, no, Harry wanted to marry Y/N. He wanted to wake up besides, fold the laundry together, have little silly arguments over who walks the slowest or who left the fridge open, he wanted to run to the grocery with her-he wanted her.

There were times when Harry truly and honestly believed that Y/N felt the same way. The way she smiled at him, the way her eyes lit up every time she saw him, the way she laughed too hard at his jokes, he believed she felt the same way. But when Y/N mentioned her boyfriend Harry’s heart dropped. He felt his stomach twist and the lump in his throat form, and for the first time in his life he just really wanted to punch a wall.

Harry scrunched his nose, sneezing, and then adjusting his glasses. He shut his locker, pressing his back against it as a bunch of freshmen ran past him. He gripped his books, searching for Y/N and when he saw her, he couldn’t help the smile that came on to his face. She looked up from her phone as someone moved past her, shoving their shoulders into hers, she rolled her eyes and smiled at Harry.

“First last day of high school,” Y/N cheered, stopping in front of the boy in a sweater vest, “and then we are off to adult hood, can you believe it?”

“Yeah,” Harry chuckled.

When Y/N first heard Harry speak she was shocked. She sat next to him in her math class of junior year, and if she was being honest she picked the seat to cheat off of Harry. She had been doodling on her notebook when the kid in front of her slid his chair back (a little too hard) and hit their table, Harry had scoffed, mumbling “what a dick,” and Y/N had tried to not giggle. She had expected his voice to be much higher and even a little nasally, but it was deep and filled with an accent that was certainly not from her hometown.

“I mean Harry, we are going to graduate and then hopefully I’ll go to college, but you for sure will and I’m going to visit you like all the time even if you go to school half way across the world,” Y/N says.

Harry smiles, because with Y/N he knows she’s not kidding. Y/N had never backed down on a promise, and before Jason came along, him and Y/N were attached at the hip. Y/N would always be at the Styles’ house hold, baking cookies with Anne, doing her nails with Gemma (and if she wasn’t around she would make Harry get her toes), watching the game with Robin, and relaxing with Harry. His family loved Y/N.

She was Harry’s first friend and they were all happy when Harry started to come home with a smile on his face. He would go on to tell them about Y/N, and how cute she was, and how she sat with him at lunch, or how she had doodled on his paper, how they played little games of tic-tact-toe and Y/N believed that she was a pro when really Harry let her win. Anne was more than eager when Harry came home asking if it was alright if Y/N could come by and watch a movie, “as long as you keep your door open,” Anne had smiled, making Harry blush, “she’s just a friend mum, wouldn’t like me like that anyways.” That night after Y/N left with some of Anne’s cookies and an invention to come over whenever she pleased, Anne had turned to Harry as he cleaned up the popcorn, “I think she likes you like that,” and Harry had simply ignored her comment, because she was Y/N, and he was just Harry.

“You’ll go to college,” Harry says to Y/N, smiling at her.

Y/N’s cute, like really fucking cute,” Harry had whispered to Gemma once when he had one too many drinks. Y/N wasn’t even there, but he couldn’t stop thinking about her, how she always smiled at him, how she just loved to cuddle up against him and watch a movie they’ve already seen eight hundred times. Gemma had laughed at brother, claiming he had said that once before and ushering him to put a quarter in the swear jar.

Y/N’s pink lips formed into a pout. She then sighed, blowing a strand of hair out of her face, and Harry took a second to admire her. She had on a pair of white shorts and birks (which Harry loved to refer to as Jesus sandals and he loved how Y/N would roll her eyes at the comment) their school’s mascot printed out on her blue sweater, and her hair pulled up into a ponytail and wrapped by a blue scrunchie.

“Yeah, community college,” Y/N says.

“Hey, community college isn’t bad, you can graduate and still get a degree, or go for a couple years and then transfer, or take a gap year, or not go at all, do what makes you happy,” Harry says.

Y/N groaned, “I don’t know what makes me happy Harry. I’m not school smart, I’m just above the line to graduate, and like I can’t waste thousands and thousands of dollars figuring it out, you’re lucky you know? You know what you want to do, but I have no idea,” Y/N sighs, her eyes light up for a second, “can I just like be your nanny, and you can buy lots of dogs and I can live in your guest house and take care of them.”

“I’m a cat person,” Harry corrects her, his eyebrows scrunch up as he looks at her, “wait, let me get this straight, you basically want me to buy you a dog and then pay you take care of the dog I would buy for you?”

“Dogs, as in multiple, and you like dogs,” Y/N says bringing her coffee to her lips.

“I like them when they aren’t mine,” Harry stated.

Y/N shrugs, “I’m just saying when you become a rich and famous song writer that’s what we can do.”

“Oi, are you just using me for the future possibilities of dogs?” Harry asked.

Y/N nods, a teasing smile on her face as Harry laughs. It’s moment like this that Harry really just wants to lean over and press a kiss to her soft lips, when he wants to wrap his arms around her and tell her how much her loves her and then kiss her forehead, but he can’t. He remembers that when he sees the tall brunette wrapped his arms around Y/N’s waist from behind, kissing her cheek and making Y/N bite her lower lip.

“Good morning!” Y/N grins, turning to hug her boyfriend, “how was your morning Jason? You remember Harry right?”

Harry hated Jason, he always had. Ever since freshmen year when Jason seemed to make it his life mission to make Harry’s life terrible. Jason would subtly shove Harry into a locker, spill his drink on Harry’s work, remark on his clothes-anything that would get under Harry’s skin. But the worst thing Jason had ever done was take Y/N from Harry. All summer it was hard to make plans with Y/N, and Y/N wasn’t one to leave her friends for her boyfriend.

It was already difficult for the two meet, Harry didn’t like Y/N’s friends (they always seemed to whisper about him) and her friends didn’t like him. Y/N had managed between the two groups, spending most of her time with Harry, but when Jason came along Harry hardly saw her. He would watch as Jason would claim that Y/N didn’t love him if he didn’t spend time with her, forcing the girl into leaving Harry for him.

“Right,” Jason’s blue eyes flicker to Harry for a second and back to Y/N, “you’re coming to my game tonight right?”

“Oh, I can’t! It’s Harry’s sister’s birthday and we’re having a little party,” Y/N explained, “Harry and I have to pick up the last of the decoration and cake after the school.”

Jason frowned, stepping back, “you’re my main support and you’re not coming to cheer me on? Are you serious?”

“Jason, please, not now,” Y/N whispered, grabbing his hand.

“No, fuck you, you always prefer to hang out with this-what even are you man? A sweater vest-really?” Jason turns to Harry, smirking at him.

“Leave him alone,” Y/N says, “I’m sorry Jason, but you’ll have other games-“

“Clearly you don’t fucking love me or even care about me if you’re missing an important day of my life to hang out with this loser,” Jason snapped, “fuck you Y/N. Don’t talk to me.”

Jason turns and Y/N turns to Harry, “I’m sorry H, I’ll catch up with you later,” and then she turns on her heels running after Jason and calling his name, pleading for him to slow down and listen to her.


“Hey,” Gemma smiled grabbing a chip out of the pink bowl, she nudged Harry slightly with her hip to grab his attention, “where’s Y/N?”

Harry rolled his eyes, “her boyfriend threw a fit that she was missing his game and Y/N went with him, she did say she was sorry and will take you on a spa day, and something about giving you your gift later on.”

“I hate Jason,” Gemma sighed, “he’s emotionally abusive.”

Harry shrugs, grabbing a soda, “I guess.”

“He is, he always threatens to hurt himself if Y/N says no, or claims that she doesn’t love him and that’s not healthy, she deserves better-she deserves you,” Gemma says.

“She doesn’t like me that way, plus I’m going away for college and Y/N will make new friends and forget all about me, it’s fine really,” Harry stated.

The party had turned into a slump, Gemma’s friends left early, and Gemma didn’t mind-she herself was not a people person. She joined Harry in the living room eating the chips and salsa as she watched her heartbroken (even though Harry wouldn’t admit it) brother sit on the couch as think about Y/N.

“Y/N’s a nice girl, she’s just a bit oblivious and a people pleaser, I don’t even think she likes Jason she probably just feels bad breaking up with him,” Gemma says.

“Hey, where’s Y/N? I wanted to show her what I just planted,” Anne asks, walking into the living room with a trash bag.

“Boyfriend’s game,” Harry answered.

“I don’t like him that much,” Anne says, “is that bad? I liked that other guy more-what was his name? Neil?”

“Niall,” Harry corrected.

“What happened to him?”

“Moved back to Ireland,” Harry says.

“Now why haven’t you asked her out?” Anne asked.

Harry stands, “I’m not having this conversation again, good night,” he runs up the stairs, closing the door to his room.

Harry can’t help the smile on his face when he sees Y/N’s name on the screen.

Y/N: This is so boring and we are losing as usual and I hate it and I wish I was there and I’m really sorry please don’t hate me

Y/N: I’ll take you to get breakfast before school

Y/N: Nah forget that I’m not getting up earlier than needed but let’s get a late lunch after school

Y/N: Want to nachos

Y/N: That’s nacho your call we are getting them

Y/N: Ha

Y/N: Ha

Y/N: Ha

Y/N: Why aren’t you laughing

Harry: I didn’t see this till now but after school works for me.

Y/N: Don’t put a period it makes you sound all serious and mad

Harry: Sorry

Y/N: I miss you 

Harry: I miss you too

Y/N: I feel like I haven’t seen you in weeks can I come over after wards? Pleaseeeeee

Harry: Why are you even asking?

Harry tosses his phone back on the bed, running to shower and get some what decent before Y/N comes over.


Y/N sits on his bed, her legs crossed in front of her, laptop on top and her hand in Harry’s bag of Cheetos, “I think I want to break up with Jason,” Y/N stated.

Harry froze from his desk, the pen in his hand slipping out of it and his heart began to beat fast. He wasn’t sure if what he heard was real, but he knew he liked the statement, “what?” Harry asks, turning in his chair.

Y/N shrugs, “I want to break up with Jason-I just don’t have fun with him you know? It all feels so forced, and I really was going to wait till we graduated and then I wouldn’t have to see him again but that’s too far away. And anytime I’ve gotten some kind of courage to do it he gets upset and tells me he’ll hurt himself.”

“You know he won’t,” Harry says.

“I think I do, but it’s a risk and I can’t be the cause of someone hurting themselves Harry, I can’t,” Y/N says, sliding her laptop off her legs and on to the bed.

“Then I think you should break up with him and if he makes a comment like that you can go tell someone, we can go together to guidance or call his parents-Y/N what he’s doing to you is not okay,” Harry says.

Y/N groans, tossing herself back on Harry’s bed, “it’s just so hard Harry.”

“Y/N, does he like-does he hurt you?” Harry asks, his voice just above a whisper.

“No, God no, he’s never laid a hand on me, one on one Jason’s really sweet,” Y/N says, rolling on to her side and looking at Harry.

It’s small moments like these, when Y/N lays in his bed with her PJ’s on, that he wishes he could cuddle up with her and just talk about pointless things. It’s when Y/N is so comfortable in his room, on his bed, that he wishes she was his, and he was hers.

“I think you should break up with him,” Harry repeats.

Y/N doesn’t respond that time, instead she just lays her head on her arm, and Harry turns back to his work.


“Y/N,” Harry calls down the hall, making the shorter girl stop and turn on her heels. He runs up next to her and Y/N giggled, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair that curled over Harry’s forehead, “thanks,” Harry says, the heat rising to his cheeks.

“Harry, you need to lay off the gel, I like your hair when it’s natural,” Y/N says, “anyways what’s up?”

“I was wondering if you wanted to come over on tonight? Mum and Gemma are going out shopping and I hate being alone in the house,” Harry says.

“Hey, Y/N, is this guy bothering you?” one of Jason’s friends, Tyler, asks, stepping in between the two.

“Tyler stop,” Y/N says, placing a hand on his arm, “he’s my friend.”

“It’s okay,” Harry says softly, “I’ll talk to you later.”

“No you won’t,” Tyler hissed, shoving at Harry’s shoulders.

The action causes Harry to stumble back into the lockers, dropping all his books. Y/N gasps, quickly bending down to his side, “what the hell Tyler? I said I was fine, he’s my friend,” Y/N snapped.

Tyler steps forwards, his foot hovering over Harry’s glasses for a second before he steps on them, Y/N frowns, “sorry,” Tyler chuckled, “clearly I didn’t hear you.”

He turns walking down the hall and Y/N grabs the glasses, looking at them. She frowns looking back at Harry, “I’m so sorry Harry-really I am.”

“It’s fine,” Harry grumbles, sitting up and rubbing his forehead, “thanks,” he grabs his broken glasses from Y/N and sighs.

“Let me help you,” Y/N says.

“I’m fine,” Harry retorts, standing and making his way down the hall.

Y/N stands with a frown, her grip on her bag tightening as she stares at the boy stumbling down the hall.


When Harry opens the door Y/N is taken back. He stands with a towel wrapped around his waist, wet curls stuck to his forehead and chest exposed. She had never seen him so naked, so wet, and she finds it slightly hard to breath. Harry pushes his hair back, and crosses his arms, Y/N had never really noticed his biceps up until this moment and she can’t help but stare.

“What are you doing here?” Harry asked.

“You invited me,” Y/N says softly, diverting her attention back to his eyes, and she notices his glasses are gone, “are you still mad at me?”

“I’m not mad at you, just not in the mood,” Harry stated.

Y/N holds her arms up, in them lays a brown paper bag, “well I come with Chinese food, and movies, and love,” Y/N says softly, a small smile on her lips and Harry can’t refuse. He steps aside and she quickly makes her way in, he shuts the door behind her, “where are you glasses?”

“Getting fixed, I just put on some contacts,” Harry shrugs, “I’m just going to get dressed.”

Harry wonders off into his room and Y/N sets the food on the counter. She’s singing softly to herself when Harry comes down the stairs, he leans against the wall, propping himself on his shoulder and watching her. He’s wearing her favorite shirt, a simple grey shirt with the Pink Floyd logo on it, and some plaid lounge pants. Y/N turns giving him a smile.

“I like your hair without the gel,” she says, pouring some rice on to his plate, “’s nice.”

“Thanks,” Harry says.

“What did you do before I came over?” Y/N asked, pulling out the container with the eggrolls.

Harry pulls back a stool by the island and sits on it, “nothing, worked out, showered, then you came,” Harry shrugs.

He looks different without his glasses and hair pulled back and Y/N likes it. She likes the glasses, and his other style as well, but she loved this Harry the most. The Harry that was relaxed.

“I, uh, broke up with Jason,” Y/N says, keeping her eyes on the food in front of her.

Harry turns his head quickly (a little too quickly and he’s surprised he didn’t break his neck), Y/N avoids his gaze as she bites her lower lip. She looks a bit disappointed but Harry’s trying his hardest to not show his happiness. He hated Jason and he hated that Jason had taken Y/N away from him.

“Oh,” Harry says softly.

“Anyways, I guess I’m back to square one,” she says, handing Harry his plate and grabbing her own, “back to being single dog lady.”

“You have me,” Harry says.

Y/N smiles, plopping down on the seat next to him, “for now, until you find someone as amazing as you and you fall in love with her and I only see you once a month,” Y/N joked.

Harry chuckled digging his fork into his rice, the heat in cheek started to rise. Harry just wanted Y/N, not anyone else.


“Harry,” Y/N says softly.

She rests her head on his lap as his long fingers comb through her hair. Her eyes are on him and she’s playing with the hem of his hoodie that she had stolen out of his closet. Harry tears his eyes away from the screen and looks down at her, her lip in between her teeth.

“Yeah,” he says.

“Couldn’t you go for a warm cookie right now?” Y/N asks, and Harry laughs. He’s perfectly content without a cookie, but he knows Y/N wants one, and he couldn’t possibly say no to her.

“We have no cookies to make,” Harry says, “we’d have to go on a hunt and we aren’t even dressed properly.”

“So,” Y/N shrugs, “everyone we know is most likely drunk or high at this time of the night, please Harry,” she sits up on her knees, batting her eyes, her lips in a pout and Harry knows he’s about to go for a late night cookie hunt in his pajama’s.

“Okay,” he sighs, rubbing his eyes, “let’s go get some cookies.”

Y/N smiled, standing and grabbing his hand. Harry stumbles behind her and grabs his shoes.

The ride is silent, Y/N has her knees to her chest and Harry rolls his eyes, “it the air bag came out your legs would break,” Harry stated.

“Well then, drive safe,” Y/N says. She’s scrolling on her phone, picking a song to play when she looks up and over at Harry, one hand rest on the wheel, the other on the gear shift, his eyes focused on the road in front of them, “Harry,” she says, and he hums softly, “have you ever kissed anyone?”

Harry keeps his eyes ahead of him, “no,” he says.

“I wish I saved my first kiss for someone I really cared about,” Y/N says softly, “I always wanted it to be on my wedding day, or at least with the person I would marry but instead I kissed someone when I was drunk.”

“I want mine to be with someone special,” Harry says.

“Is there anyone you have in mind?” Y/N asks.

“Maybe,” Harry shrugs.

Y/N gasps, “Harry, you like someone and didn’t tell me? I tell you everything!” Y/N says, turning in her seat to look at Harry.

Harry blows a raspberry in the air, and he knows he’s gotten himself in a hole, “’s nothing for you to worry about,” he stated, “we’re graduating and I’ll probably see her once a year if not I’ll probably never see her again.”

“You don’t know that, oh Harry! Who is she? Come on, I’ll set you up,” Y/N says, wiggling her eyebrows, “I bet she’s amazing.”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Harry says.

“Why?”

“She doesn’t feel the same way, I know it.”

“Well who is she?” Y/N asks, Harry stops in front of the red light and turns to look at Y/N. His eyes are soft and his lips in a frown, and Y/N knows.

She looks away, her eyes dropping to her lap, her lips forming into her own frown and she’s thankful that her hair falls like a curtain, blocking Harry’s eyes from her.


“What kind of cookies do you want?” Harry asks, he’s the first to break the silence.

Y/N stands behind him, picking at the sleeves of his hoodie. Her eyes on her feet which are covered in Harry’s too big shoes, she looks up, “do you really think that when we graduate you’ll never see me again?” she asked.

“There’s chocolate chip, sugar, pumpkin,” Harry mumbles, reading the different kinds.

Y/N frowns, “Harry, just because we graduate doesn’t mean we can’t be together.”

“Ah, oatmeal, that’s your favorite, right?” he asks, grabbing the yellow package, “and we’ll grab a chocolate chip one for me, oatmeal is shit.”

“Harry,” Y/N snaps, grabbing his arm, “stop ignoring me.”

“I’m not, I’m picking cookies,” Harry says.

“You can’t tell me you think we’ll never talk again and expect for me to be okay with that!” Y/N yells, she takes in a deep breath and she’s thankful that no one is in the store besides two workers and an older couple, “why would you ever think I would want to leave you?”

“I never said it was you,” Harry says, brushing past her and down the aisle.

“You didn’t have to, and you have no idea how I feel about you, so you don’t get to say that I would never like you, and you don’t get to act like I’m going to leave you the second I get my diploma,” Y/N says, the lump in her throat started to form and she tried hard to swallow it.

“Because you’re you, Y/N,” Harry says, turning to look at her, “you’re great, and when I leave you’ll make amazing friends and forget all about me, I’m studying back in London and my family will most likely follow me back, and you’ll stay here.”

“That’s not true-“

“But it is, girls like you, don’t like boys like me. The only reason we’re friends is because you needed help passing your class and then you felt bad for me,” Harry says, “I’m not fucking stupid, I know.”

“I’m friends with you because I like you,” Y/N says.

“Great, okay, now let’s go pay for these,” Harry huffs.

“Do you really like me?” Y/N asks, her voice is soft and she looks so small standing there. Her eyes watery and Harry knows she’s still upset.

“Y/N, let’s just pay for the cookies and go bake them, I’m tired,” Harry says.

“Harry-“

“Just drop it okay! It doesn’t matter, we aren’t going to be in contact with each other once I graduate we won’t see each other anymore.”

“I like you too,” Y/N says, sniffling, “I really like you. I like spending time with you, and being with you, and I knew I had feelings for you but I didn’t think you would feel the same way,” she says, “and I thought you would know by now that you’re my best friend and no matter where you go it doesn’t change that.”

“Y/N-“

“It just feels like-like that as point you’re the one who wants there to be no contact between us when we graduate, so I’ll make it easy on you, just don’t talk to me anymore,” Y/N says.

Y/N starts walking ahead of him and Harry frowns.

“Y/N, come on,” Harry sighs, running behind her, “let’s not fight-“

He stops when he sees Y/N tear stained cheeks, “how am I not supposed to be upset when my best friend is dead set on never seeing me again after high school,” Y/N cries, hiccups slipping past her lips and Harry feels his chest tighten.

“Shh, come on, let’s go to the car,” he says softly, tossing the cookies on top of the ice cream and walking out of the store with her.

He helps Y/N get in the back seat and he slips in besides her. Y/N muffled sobs fill the car as she sniffles and uses the sleeves of Harry’s hoodie to wipe her eyes, “hey,” Harry whispered, wrapping his arms around her, “sh, it’s alright.”

“No it’s not Harry, you made it clear-“

“I was being an ass,” Harry cuts her off, rubbing her back, “I’m sorry.”

“Do you really believe that?” Y/N asks.

Harry shakes his head, “I don’t know Y/N, I never believed that you would even talk to me.”

“I don’t want us to end,” Y/N says softly.

Harry closes his eyes, resting his head on top hers, he can smell the coconut shampoo and he closes his eyes, “I’m in love with you,” Harry admits, “and I guess I kept telling myself it was okay that you didn’t feel the same way, because in a couple months it wouldn’t matter.”

“You don’t know how I feel, you never told me,” Y/N says, she scoots back, wiping her cheeks with the back of her hands, “and I wish you had told me sooner, because I feel the same way Harry.”

Y/N places her hand over his, sniffling still, “I want to be with you, and I’m taking a gap year anyways, and I’ve always wanted to travel you know? I don’t think we should let college stop us from being together Harry,” Y/N says, “I don’t want anything to stop us from being together. You’re my best friend.”

“I don’t want you to say this because you feel bad-“

“I’m not, I’m in love with you Harry,” Y/N admits, biting her lower lip and letting her gaze fall to her lap, “and I want to be with you. For once, don’t over think it.”

Harry’s hand comes under her chin, “I think any fight is worth it as long as you’re with me,” Harry says softly.

“Promise,” Y/N asks.

Harry nods, “I’ve never done this before,” Harry whispered when she leaned closer.

“That’s okay,” Y/N whispers back, “I’ve never kissed anyone I’ve loved either.”

Y/N’s lips are soft, and her touch is gentle. Harry finds that it’s not hard, because nothing with Y/N is ever hard, she makes things easy, and he’s more than grateful for her. He likes how soft her lips are and how she’s careful with every movement, he likes how her hands tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, and he realizes that he really fucking loves Y/N.

Secrets

Peter Parker X Reader

Word Count: 1907

Warning: There is a teeny bit of kissing. But it’s kind of cute????

A/N: Hey, I know this isn’t a Crash Landing update, but I’m kind of struggling with it at the moment. So, I wrote this. Also, if you haven’t seen an earlier post, I’m away for the next four-ish weeks, so don’t expect to hear all too much from me for a bit. I am trying to queue up some writing, but I can’t make any promises! I love you guys!

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