like her smile makes me melt

Praise Kink

In which Harry is incredibly nervous and y/n knows just how to calm him down.

A/N: WELL I did it. Barely.  I managed to get this finished before Harry’s single dropped so that I’ll be able to freak out in peace tonight.  I hope you enjoy because this is… kinda filthy.  LOVE YA BUY SIGN OF THE TIMES ON ITUNES!

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I AM SO OVERWHELMED BY THE FEELINGS IN MY HEART RIGHT NOW. MY TINY HEART IS TOO TINY FOR THIS NONSENSE LIKE WHAT IN THE FUCK

EMMA IS MAKING FUCKING PANCAKES

IN A ROBE AND WE ALL FUCKING KNOW WHAT HAPPENED THE NIGHT BEFORE WHILE KILLIAN WALKS UP BEHIND HER IN AN UNBUTTONED VEST WHICH LBR IS BASICALLY HIM BEING NAKED LIKE THE NUMBER OF LAYERS ON THIS MAN AT ALL TIMES IS ABSURD BUT LIKE

THIS IS TOO MUCH. I CANNOT LOOK DIRECTLY AT IT.

THIS IS LIKE THE FUCKING SUN. I AM BLINDED BY THE JOY AND THE HAPPINESS AND THE CONTENTMENT AND THE WAY HE’S GRINNING INTO HER SKIN AND THE WAY SHE BITES HER LIP. THIS IS AHHHHHHHHH MAKE IT STOP

AND SHE LIKE FUCKING POUNCES ON HIM AND HER HANDS DON’T FUCKING STOP MOVING AND HER LIPS ARE SO INSISTENT AND 

SHE KEEPS FUCKING PULLING HIM CLOSER AND CLOSER AND WHAT T H E F U C KKKKK I CANNOT HANDLE THIS EVEN A LITTLE

ALSO CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW WILD HER HAIR IS? SHE CLEARLY JUST WOKE UP AND CAME DOWN TO MAKE THEM BOTH PANCAKES BECAUSE THEY MUST BE STARVING AND HE GOT DRESSED HALF WAY AND CAME DOWN TO FIND HER WHEN HE SMELLED ALL THE NICE THINGS AND THEN HE SEES HER WITH HER HAIR ALL WILD AND HER FACE ALL FRESH AND GLOWY AND HAPPY AND WHO CAN BLAME HIM FOR WANTING TO KISS HER OK?

OK BUT WHAT KILLS ME THE DEADEST IS THAT SHE PULLS AWAY JUST SO SHE CAN LOOK AT HIM. CLEARLY SHE WANTS TO KEEP KISSING HIM BUT IN THAT MOMENT, SHE NEEDS SO SEE HIS FACE, TO SEE AGAIN HOW MUCH HE LOVES HER AND WHAT SHE HAS NOW AND I CANNOT LOOK AT HIS SMILE THIS IS TOO MUCH *SHIELDS EYES*

GUYS, GUYS, GUYS. I THINK SHE LOVES HIM.

AND I THINK HE LOVES HER.

SHE’S SO FUCKING HAPPY AND SHE LOOKS SO YOUNG HERE AND SO HAPPY AND IN LOVE AND SHE LOVES HIM SO MUCH OMG

HE CAN’T BELIEVE IT EITHER BECAUSE WHO WOULD HAVE FUCKING THOUGHT RIGHT? 

AND THEN SHE’S LIKE FUCK WAIT MUST GET BACK TO THE KISSING. HE’S SO GOOD AT THE KISSING. MUST TOUCH SOFT LIPS AGAIN.

AND UGH IT STARTS SO SOFT BUT PICKS UP SO FUCKING QUICK LIKE WTF AND HE JUST RESPONDS WITHOUT MISSING A BEAT LIKE THIS IS TOO MUCH FOR ME BECAUSE THEY LOVE EACH OTHER AND WANT EACH OTHER SO MUCH, IT MAKES MY HEART MELT ALSO SEEING THAT RING ON HER FINGER IS HURTING MY EYES AGAIN.

THE HANDS, THE HANDSSSSSS

WILL NO ONE THINK OF THE POOR FANGIRLS?! WHY WOULD YOU KISS THIS WAY?! WITH THE FRANTIC PULLING EACH OTHER CLOSER AND THE HANDS THAT WON’T STOP TOUCHING. WHY WOULD YOU HURT ME THIS WAY YOU ASSHOLES?!

I CAN’T TAKE IT BECAUSE THEY’RE SMILING THE ASSHOLES DO THEY NOT KNOW WHAT THIS IS DOING TO MY SMALL TINY HEART?!

TO HELL WITH THE PANCAKES. YASSS EMMA, YASSSSS.

AND SHE FUCKING PUSHES HIM INTO THE TABLE AND SHE’S PROBABLY BETWEEN HIS LEGS RIGHT NOW AND HIS HAND IS RUNNING UP AND DOWN HER BACK AND HIS HOOK IS HOLDING HER STEAD BECAUSE SHE CANNOT STOP MOVING HER HANDS

AND LIKE FUCKING SOMEONE HAS TO KEEP THEM FROM FALLING ONTO THE TABLE BUT BY THE LOOKS OF IT, EMMA TOTALLY WANTS KILLIAN TO FALL ONTO HIS BACK RIGHT THERE OK?! LIKE NOPE LET’S JUST DO THE DO RIGHT HERE. SMOOSHING BOOTIES ON THE DINING TABLE.

AND LOL THE SHOCK! THEY’RE SO DAZED THIS IS HILARIOUS

AND KILLIAN SAYING LIKE OH YOUR MOTHER HAS A KEY. THAT’S GOOD INFORMATION. YES OK. TRY TO CALM DOWN NOW.

THE SHOCK AND THE WIDE EYES LOLOLOL

BUT OK I FUCKING LOVE HOW EMMA JUST LOOKS AMUSED PRETTY MUCH THROUGH THIS WHOLE EXCHANGE BECAUSE THOUGH SHE REALLY, REALLY WANTS TO DO THE DO WITH HER FIANCE IN THEIR HOUSE (WHAT THE FUCK HOW DID WE GET HERE FROM CLIMBING A BEANSTALK TOGETHER ONE TIME FUCK FUCK FUCKKKK) 

SHE NEVER THOUGHT SHE’S HAVE THIS EITHER? HER MOTHER ACCIDENTALLY WALKING IN ON THEM AND LIKE IT’S LIKE EMBARRASSING OR WHATEVER BUT SHE’S JUST SO FUCKING HAPPY TO HAVE ALL THIS IN HER LIFE NOW? THESE MOMENTS OF PEACE AND LOVE AND SILLINESS

AND LOL SHE’S LIKE NOOOO AND KILLIAN IS LIKE HAHAHA YES WE WERE ABOUT TO BANG YOUR MAJESTY. I HAVE A SERIOUS PROBLEM RN LOL ALSO I LOVE THAT THOUGH SNOW IS RIGHT THERE, EMMA STRAIGHT UP DOEAN’T MOVE FOR FUCKING AGES AND JUST KEEPS RUNNING HER HANDS OVER KILLIAN’S SHOULDERS, SOOTHING HIM  AND TOUCHING HIM STILL AND KILLIAN’S HAND DOESN’T MOVE FROM HER WAIST EITHER

LIKE DESPITE THE DISCOMFORT, IT’S ALSO SUCH A COMFORTABLE MOMENT?! IT’S SO DOMESTIC AND ORDINARY AND EMMA IS STILL STROKING KILLIAN’S ARM HERE AND I AM IN SO MUCH PAIN *CRIES TEARS OF BLOOD* AND THEY ONLY FUCKING STAND WHEN SNOW IS LIKE UMM PANCAKES LOLOL

AND THIS ASSHOLE LOLOLOL HE IS SO UNAMUSED. I’VE LOST MY APPETITE. BRACING FUCKING SHOWER HE SAYS  LOLOLOL

THIS CHEEK KISS, THE PANCAKES, THE KILLIAN’S HAND ON HER WAIST AGAIN. THE DOMESTICITY OF IT ALL

LOOK HOW HAPPY SHE IS. DO YOU SEE IT? DO YOU SEE THE JOY IN HER EYES?! SHE’S SO HAPPY GODDAMNIT

*THROWS ALL THE THINGS*

THIS IS TOO MUCH. I CANNOT HANDLE THIS. FUCKING FUCK FUCKKK

Humans are weird: The lost colony

*Quick note before I start: This is the first installment in a series I’ve called the Lost Colonies which is largely about human society adapting to the strange environments of other worlds. You can read the other installments here: 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7. I’ve thoroughly enjoyed writing this series, but with my new work schedule I had to bring it to a close. If you’ve enjoyed this story follow me on here for my other writings. Thanks again to everyone who has reblogged, liked, replied, DMed, or otherwise shown their appreciation for this series. It means a lot to me that people enjoyed it and the love you’ve all shown me has really helped keep me going for these last few months.*

An adult Turic sits behind a desk jotting down notes as a recorder takes down the interview for future analysis.
“I understand that this entire ordeal has been stressful for you and your fellow colonists but due to your unique situation we would like to use this opportunity to better understand human culture. Please let me know if we need to stop or if there is anything I can do to make you more comfortable.”
The human, a younger female by the name of Kiara fidgets in her seat.
“No, I’m fine, I just haven’t ever seen an alien before. Hell, until a few months ago no one had ever heard anything but legends of people from outer space.”
The Turic looks down at his notes as he tries to reconcile this information.
“According to our research it says that your colony was originally founded just over 500 Sols ago. Are you saying that in that short amount of time your colony’s knowledge of spacefaring and other sapient races was erased?”
“I guess? What’s a Sol though? How long would that be?”
“Oh, a unit of time measurement based on the solar rotation of your home world. Prior to your race’s colonization of other worlds you referred to it as a year. For reference, you are estimated to be 22 Sols old.”
“Then yeah, that makes a lot of sense. We didn’t really have permanent settlements and had to keep moving. One of the older stories said that we came to our world in a fiery ship and that the remains of it could be found out in the wastes once a cycle. That’s what we call it when the Thaw comes back to the same point.”
“I have heard some of the other colonists mention this Thaw. This is the name for the habitable zone in which your colony exists, correct?”
“Yeah, you live in the Thaw, you move with the Thaw. The Thaw keeps you from burning or freezing as long as you work with it. It protects you, feeds you and keeps you alive, but it always moves so you need to move with it.”

The Turic frantically scribbles notes on its data pad.
“Fascinating. It appears as though your civilization has come to mythologize a natural phenomenon the way your ancestors on earth frequently would. Your colony was founded on a planet that was almost what we would call tidally locked. In essence one side of it always faced your neighboring star and it rotated as it spun around it so that the same side always faced it at all times. However the spin was off by a small fraction so that the planet gradually rotated to have a day/night cycle, but this cycle was so slow that it took roughly 50 Sols for a single rotation. This would have made for a narrow band of surviveable temperatures but one that was constantly shifting albeit at a slow pace.”
Kiara stared blankly at the Turic.
“Sorry, that went a little over my head. What I think I caught from that though is that one side of my world faced the light and one side faced the dark and we lived in the space between. Which yeah, that’s the Thaw.”
“I apologize, this is fascinating for me, I’m just curious as to how or why your people took what appears to be such a large step backwards in their technological capabilities.”
“Well, like I said, some of our stories say that we came from a fiery ship and that it can be found in the wastes. If my people really did come from another world, maybe we crashed and our technology broke. We do tend to keep on the move and we usually leave things behind when they break and can’t be fixed. I wasn’t old enough to remember seeing the great ship when my parents took me there and it was taken by the scorch a long time ago.”

The Turic stared at his data pad wondering how he would even begin to unravel all of this.
“Well, hopefully we can find some solid answers to this mystery someday, but I would like for you to tell me more about your colony. What is life like on your world?”
Kiara straightened up in her seat and smiled.
“My name is Kiara Williams. I’m a frost melt like my mother and father before me. We work on the very edge of the Thaw to make sure that the glaciers, mountains and streams run in the right ways when it comes time for the Thaw to reach them in full. We scout lands in the cold to find new sites for villages. We dig breaks in the ice to make sure that the largest sheets fall away from farms and villages. It’s bitter cold and dangerous work but it’s important and sometimes exciting.”
The Turic stared in an expression that would have been the human equivalent of slack-jawed.
“You colony had the technological equivalence of pre-industrialization. Are you saying that your people geoformed an ice world to ensure proper farmland using little more than steel tools and furs?”
“Well there are plenty of other jobs too. My brother is a farmer out in the warmer parts of the Thaw and I have a cousin who lives on the other end of it as a waste reclaimer.”
“And what is it that your cousin does?”
“He goes out into the scorch looking for broken things that can be fixed or things that were left behind by accident. Most people say that’s not a job for an honest person, but he has a real knack for finding stuff to sell. I heard he even managed to find a few relics off the great ship.”
The Turic made a note to track down this cousin immediately.
“Are those the only professions available?”
“Of course not. There’s bakers and builders and law makers but we do have to keep moving with the Thaw so most of us try not to stay in one place too long. It doesn’t help to get too attached. We can usually only get 3 or 4 harvests out of a plot of land before it gets too hot to grow. That’s why frost melts like me are so important to help scout the farms in advance.”

The Turic glanced at the blinking light on his recorder that was letting him know that his allotted time was nearly up.
“I’ll need to let you get back to your family unit soon, but is there anything else you can tell me about your colony or its culture?”
Kiara sighed. “Not really. Being a frost melt, I spend most of my days surrounded by ice as far as the eye can see. It’s strange and beautiful though. There’s massive mountains made of nothing but ice and I know that if I simply walk for a few hours towards out into the frost it would be cold enough to kill, but I know that I’m the one who gets to tame it. At times when the wind is calm I can breath the cold in deep and look out to the stars and wonder what it would be like to explore them too.”
Kiara looked down at her feet self consciously and laughed.
“I guess I can actually get to do that now huh?”
The Turic adopted the human expression of a smile.
“There is a lot of unexplored space out there. I’m sure the human race would be proud to have you back to help them seek it out.”

Confession - Peter Parker

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The bass of the speakers boomed around the house as I poured some soda for Michelle and I. The continuous chatter of teenagers was the only sound I could hear from the music, almost running around the kitchen to collect snacks. I gathered a plate and was ready to share with Michelle, but she seemed to have a piece of toast in her hand, spreading butter on it.

“Where’d you find that?” I asked, eating a pretzel.

“Second cabinet from the left.” She answered, turning to me. “Want a bite?”

“No thanks.” I took a step back, chuckling. She shrugged and continued to eat the bread, taking a sip of her soda. We both continued to talk with one another until we heard Flash’s voice echo off the walls.

“When I say Penis, you say Parker!” He yelled into the microphone, attempting to start the mediocre chant that got really old after five minutes. But, in an unfortunate way, it let me know that Peter arrived. I headed to the door to look for him, catching him in a heartbeat.

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“Does he make you happy like I did?” His posture , leaning slackly against the brick wall, gave every indication of indifference but his eyes pleaded with her.

“Well,” she pauses, shaking her head at the ground, “he makes me happy. It’s… Different.” He asks how with the mere raise of his eyebrows. “You made me feel everything so deeply. He makes me happy. Like… Ugh.”

His lips curve up into a smirk. He always thought she looked most gorgeous when frustrated. “Just try to explain it.” He shifts his posture slightly, crossing his arms and legs.

“He’s safe and steady. He calls when he says he will. He shows up on time, for the most part. He smiles at me like I’m a poor man’s diamond. He really loves me and he’s overall, perfect. But you.” She looks up at him with bright eyes and a smile that melts his hardened exterior. He both loved her and hated her for being able to do that. “You were a fire. No. More than that. You were the wildfire. Crazy and out of control. You made me lose myself, simultaneously creating a frenzy and a calm. It was fire and passion and… And…” She pauses and toes the red bricks with her sneaker. Her fingers rake through her hair as she releases a long-held sigh. “He makes me happy. It’s just different. He’s safe, and you’re danger.”

He steps toward her, not exactly knowing what he was planning to do. His rough hand sweeps her hair from her eyes. “Look at me.” She does, and that’s the moment she knew. No matter how much she loved the other guy it would never be the same.

—  Excerpt from a book I’ll never write
A Kryptonian and an Amazonian: Kara and Diana (and the wonders of ice cream)

based on this post from @dealanexmachina and @randomthingsthatilike123 – https://avidreaderffn.tumblr.com/post/161453797376/i-need-diana-kara-fic-stat


Alex grins over from across the diner at her little sister and her new friend, leaning conspiratorially into each other in a booth at Noonan’s. 

Both in glasses – one to conceal her identity, one because why the hell not? – both moaning as they dig into the massive ice cream sundae on the table between them.

“I only had to cross an ocean to encounter this delicious cream,” Diana is telling her. “You had to cross – what did you call it?”

“The Phantom Zone,” Kara nods, closing her eyes as she leaves the spoon upside down in her mouth a little longer than necessary, oblivious to the way Diana stops eating to stare wide-eyed at Kara’s lips.

“Was it lonely? That Phantom Zone?”

Kara shrugs as she opens her eyes, and Diana wonders at the kind of blue.

“I don’t remember it. Being stuck there. Except sometimes in dreams. Alex would wake me up screaming when we were kids. My planet would be burning and I’d be stuck in what felt like an abyss, in my pod, and I couldn’t…”

Diana reaches a hand out for Kara’s, and their eyes lock hard.

“It must have been beautiful. Krypton.”

Kara’s smile returns even as tears prick her eyes. “My father used to take me to the edges of Argo City to watch our sun rise – it was red, not yellow like this one – and so much of our cities were just… awash in silver, in our technology, and it could have been sterile, I guess.”

She adjusts her glasses and swipes her spoon through a river of chocolate fudge and licks it off slow, thoughtful. Accidentally seductive, even as Diana’s heart bleeds along with her words.

“But it wasn’t. The way the rising sun would reflect off of all that metal… it was anything but cold. It was… Anyway. It’s gone, now.”

Diana shakes her head slowly. “Not in your heart, Kara Zor-el. Nothing can ever truly be gone. Not if you keep it alive inside you.”

Kara sighs and creates the ultimate sundae spoonful: wet walnuts, fudge,ice cream, a piece of banana, sprinkles, whipped cream. She offers it out to Diana, who accepts, and her eyes fly wide as she moans so loudly, so joyously, that Alex – now joined by her girlfriend – isn’t the only one in Noonan’s turning to stare. Kara giggles.

“The first time I tried it, I got so excited I started flying without even trying to. Alex tried to hold me down but wound up just coming along for the ride.”

Diana laughs, and it’s light and it’s happy and it’s so damn full. 

“Your sister’s a brave warrior, it seems. Angry. Frightening, perhaps. But loyal. And that police woman seems to make her smile more easily.”

Kara nods and they both glance over at Alex and Maggie, who catch their eyes and wave. 

“She’s the only reason I ever felt at home on this planet. Alex. I don’t know what I’d do without her.”

Diana thinks of Steve, of gas and of planes. She thinks of her aunt, of generals and of last breaths.

Kara doesn’t have J’onn’s telepathy, but she knows anyway. She knows that look.

She sees it in the mirror far too often.

Nearly every time she looks.

“My aunt died, too. Was killed. She survived – she survived, I got her back, a piece of my home, and then she – “ Kara shudders, and tries not to think of Alex. 

Alex, protecting her space father.

Alex, loyal to a fault.

Alex, her sister, her world, who somehow became a hardened soldier without her noticing.

“She died. In battle. A renowned General.” Kara smiles softly, and it’s Diana, this time, who tries her hand at creating the perfect spoonful of sundae and offers it to Kara.

“I thought the world would never be able to go on when I lost my general. My mother’s sister. It felt like… you know what it felt like, Kara Zor-el.”

Kara nods, and remembers holding Astra, dying. Remembers holding Alex, weeping. Remembers holding her hand out for J’onn, breathing, breathing. Breathing.

“I have a projection of my mother. Maybe we could try to make one of your aunt. At the DEO. It… it’s not the same, and sometimes… sometimes I don’t know if she left me with the burden of caring for Earth or the burden of righting the wrongs I didn’t even know she’d done, but it… it’s comforting, anyway. Being able to see her. Talk to her. Even if it’s not really her.”

Diana’s eyes sparkle at this girl’s generosity. The way this woman bears the weight of multiple planets on shoulders that somehow still manage to look carefree. 

This warrior who doesn’t at all think herself a warrior.

But perhaps that’s what makes her such a powerful one.

“How have you done it, Kara? Seen all you’ve seen, and still… Ares told me that this world doesn’t deserve me, that I should rule it, enslave it, rather than… they kill and they torture and they… how have you done it?”

Kara pokes at their slowly disappearing, slowly melting sundae with her spoon.

“Ice cream helps,” she smiles softly, and Diana looks at her like she’s the sun. Because maybe she is.

“Love,” she amends more seriously. “If I let go of it, I… Alex does terrible things. The person I love most in the world. She hurts people, and she thinks… she thinks it’s alright, because it’s always in defense of someone she loves. She doesn’t think about the people who love the person she’s beating. Or, she does, but… after. Maggie’s helping her with it. J’onn too. And I’m trying. Sometimes I feel like it’s my fault, like I turned her into someone this ruthless, but I… I guess what I’m saying is… I love her. I love her more than my own life. All of her. And she helps me understand. Humans. This planet. The things people do out of fear. Out of love. Out of terror of losing love. The people you’ve found, Diana. They have to be your anchor. Otherwise it… otherwise it consumes you. The things Ares said to you. And you can’t let it. You’re too good.”

“As are you, Kara. As are you.”

Kara licks her lips and lets her eyes lock hard into Diana’s. 

“You know what also helps?”

Diana shakes her head, her eyes starting to sparkle, her lips starting to quirk up into an excited smile.

“Pool,” Kara grins.

“We have pools on Themyscira! Mystical pools, with water that – what?” she trails off, smiling in slight confusion, because Kara is laughing and touching her hand and god, she can feel the undercurrent of Kara’s power even in her gentle, affectionate gesture, and it makes her gulp.

“No, I mean a game. Come on. Alex and Maggie will show you.”

Kara is up and offering her hand, and Diana is taking it but her eyes are wide and her lips are playful.

“Can we get more ice cream there?” she asks, and Kara beams.

“Great thing about this city? We can get ice cream almost anywhere.”


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Restaurant Dates Are The Worst (Tom Hiddleston x Reader)

A/N: This is an adaptation of the Sebastian Stan version of RDATW (a very faithful adaptation, almost word for word except it’s written in third person and ot second). It’s for a dear friend of mine (me heartie @bathshebaa who has the hots for Tom Hiddleston *wink* *wink*)

Word count: 3.5k

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She looked around her, scrutinizing the surroundings, letting her eyes wander on the walls, the chandeliers, the dark-red faux velvet chairs next to the bar section of the restaurant – she looked anywhere but at the man sitting across from her, ungracefully shoving his spaghetti into his mouth all the while twaddling.

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'you want to have kids with me?' for your line blurbs pleaaase xx

You want to have kids with me?

“What do you think our kid will look like?” she asked me suddenly, sliding her cold feet into my lap. I let my fingers rub them gently, gazing wondering up at her.

“Our what?”

“Our kid. Or… future kid” she corrected herself.

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12.20 coda

Max’s eyes get this predatory gleam in them when he looks down into the Impala. Big guns; they’ve always impressed people. It’s a look Dean recognizes in his own face, the same youth-bright passion for really cool shit. He can’t help smirking a bit as he watches Max lean over the trunk.

“So. Bartender’s number, huh?” Dean says.

Max smirks too, still drinking in the Impala’s arsenal in all her splendor. “Oh yeah. Got a date tonight, in fact. Wouldn’t mind showing him the backseat of this baby,” he purrs.

Dean blinks. “Him?”

Max straightens, frowns at him. “Uh, yeah,” he scoffs. “Problem?”

Dean shakes his head, so fast that the world tips on its side for a minute. “Just making conversation,” he coughs.

Max still looks kind of hesitant, though. He takes a step back from Dean and ducks his head to inspect the rims.

Dean watches the back of his head as he does. Young guy, sister that loves him and sticks with him, a mother he adores and doesn’t have to worry about so much. A hot dude bartender’s number.

Dean swallows past a sudden lump in his throat.

This is everything I could have had.

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|| God, I adored this girl || Liam Dunbar Imagine

{ Requested: Hey darling!! Can I request a liam imagine where the reader is bffs with him and you tell the story from when they were young to now. Then liam is like totally falling for reader when they hit puberty and then the reader is like totally oblivious cause they’re like best friends and everything. You can choose the end but can I ask to make it like HELLA FLUFFY! Yea. Thanks so much!! (Sorry if confusing😅) }

“Liam, stop!“I yelled as Liam threw a punch at Manny’s face.
"I’m the one who’s supposed to fight him, not you!"I yelled.
”(Y/N), you can’t get in the middle of this!“Mason yelled as he held me back.
Out of nowhere Hayden Romero stepped in between them, causing Liam to accidentally swing his fist at her. Everyone gasped as Hayden fell back, holding her nose.
"Oh god."Mason muttered.
"Liam hit a girl!"Someone from the crowd yelled.
"I’m so sorry Hayden-"Liam tried saying before she lunged at Liam.
I shoved Mason off of me and pried her off of Liam as Liam’s nose began to bleed just like Hayden’s.
"If you can’t take a hit, don’t get in the way!"I yelled as I busted up Hayden’s lip.
Hayden swung at my cheek, making me wince as I swung at her eye. Suddenly teachers ran over and pried me off of Hayden. Liam, Hayden, Manny, and I were escorted to the principals office.
"You idiot, you were supposed to let me handle it. Now you got yourself in trouble too."I muttered.
"There’s no way I would let you fight him all on your own."I said, making her smile softly.
"I hit Hayden and she hit me, why’d you hit her?"I asked.
"I won’t let anyone hurt my best friend.”
(Liam’s P.O.V)
“Thanks (Y/N)."I said, my voice cracking as it dropped.
(Y/N) let out a laugh, making me blush.
"Puberty is coming for you.” (Y/N) teased, grinning.
“It came for you first."I reminded her, pointing at her chest.
"Hey, don’t point out my boobs!"She spat, slapping my hand away.
"Don’t point out my voice changing!"I spat back, only for her to grin wider.
"She’s also got an ass."Manny spoke up, making (Y/N)’s smile falter.
"Shut up Manny.”(Y/N) spat.
I felt anger rising in me, the only reason why Manny and I fought was because he was making (Y/N) uncomfortable and angry with the comments about her body. She was one of the girls that seemed to mature faster than the other girls in our school.
“Woah, calm down buddy.”(Y/N) mumbled as I jumped to my feet.
She stood in between Manny and I, facing Manny.
“Sit your ass down or we’ll all get expelled."She threatened, balling her hands into fists.
She shoved Manny to the floor once he took a step towards me. She grabbed my shoulders, looking into my eyes.
"I know you want to beat him up but you already got a black eye thanks to Romero."She muttered, making Hayden scoff.
"He broke my nose!"Hayden yelled.
"No one asked.”(Y/N) spat.
Hayden and (Y/N) had this rivalry, they were both the most athletic girls in school. Well that’s what everyone thought because they were the only girls who were good at soccer. (Y/N) was good at every other sport but whenever she was on the field with Hayden, she’d play her best. She got joy out of destroying Hayden in anything she could, she wanted to be the best, and damn was she the best.
“Li, it’s not worth it. He’s not worth it."She spoke up, making my face soften.
They way her eyes intensely stared back at mine made me feel weird, a good kind of weird.
I nodded my head, making her smile.
"I’m proud of you."She whispered, making my heart melt.
Wait, what? Why am I feeling like this? I’ve never felt this way towards (Y/N) before, anyone to be exact. My parents came in and picked me up, of they were mad until I explained why I fought Manny. They were so proud of me that they took me to my favorite burger place. After we finished eating, we picked up Mason from school and spent the rest of the day at the house. Somewhere around seven at night, (Y/N) and her parents came over. They brought dinner and thanked me for standing up for (Y/N).
"Hey Li- Jesus Liam, you have a black eye.”(Y/N) blurted out as she ran over to me.
“And you have a bruised cheek."I say, making her grin.
"I know, cool right?"She asked, dragging me outside of my house.
"I don’t think cool is the word I’d use."I argued as we climbed up the ladder my dad left outside.
Once we made it to my roof, she pointed at the sky.
"Look, it’s a full moon!”(Y/N) yelled, excited.
I smiled at her, she had a weird obsession with the moon. The moonlight illuminated her facial features stunningly, making my heart race as she turned to me with a soft smile.
“You know I think you look good with the black eye."She spoke up, making me laugh.
"Do I look like a hot bad boy?"I asked, joking.
"Totally."She answered, winking.
I noticed how she was basically leaning her back onto me, resting her head on my chest. Don’t panic Liam, this is just your best friend, don’t get all awkward or get a boner. Damn boners are a pain in the ass- wait no, that’s a weird sentence. I kept rambling in my head until I jumped at the sound of a soft snore. I looked down to see (Y/N) already half asleep, her hand tangled in mine.
"Oh god, oh god."I mumbled, feeling my hands sweat.
"Hey guys- what the? Are you two together?"Mason asked, appearing at the top of the ladder.
"Mason, shut up! She’s asleep!"I spat.
"Oh god, I’m definitely taking a picture of this."Mason mumbled, taking his phone out.
As soon as the flash went off, (Y/N)’s eyes shot open, scaring Mason. Mason fell back, making (Y/N) and I look over to see him in the bushes. (Y/N) began laughing when suddenly she slipped, making her almost fall of if it weren’t for me still holding onto her hand.
"Why do we always get into trouble?”(Y/N) asked, holding onto my hand tightly.
“Mom!"I screamed, hoping anyone would come out to help us.
"Isn’t so funny now, huh?"Mason asked, rubbing his head.
"You know what won’t be funny either? Me throwing you off the roof myself!”(Y/N) threatened as she struggled to hold on.
“Mason, quick get the ladder!"I yelled, making him jump to his feet.
But it was too late, my body slipped off the roof, making me wrap my arms around (Y/N) protectively. Quite ironically, our parents had just ran out the second I slipped. They screamed as our bodies hit the floor, my body to be exact. (Y/N) landed safely on top of me while I landed onto the grass, groaning.
"I just realized the last thing I were to ever say before I died was a threat directed towards Mason, I really am an angry little defensive girl.”(Y/N) muttered, holding onto me lightly.
Our parents ran over to us, her parents trying to pry her off of me.
“No, I’m not letting go!”(Y/N) yelled as she tried her best to hold onto me.
“(Y/N) honey-”
“I am not letting go, I will stay attached to him until I calm down since I almost died!”(Y/N) yelled, making me grin.
I pulled her in closer to me, which wasn’t really possible. God, I adored this girl.

*five years later*
“What’d you say?"I asked as I stood in the middle of the field with Brett.
"I said you better have made (Y/N) yours already because if not, I’m taking her."Brett whispered right before the referee blew the whistle.
Brett picked the ball up with his lacrosse stick, making me lunge towards him. I full on tackled him to the ground, grabbing onto his helmet and slamming his head onto the ground. I heard footsteps running towards us as the referee blew his whistle. Corey tried to pry me off of him, but couldn’t. It wasn’t until Mason and (Y/N) helped that they were able to pry me off of Brett. (Y/N) dragged me off the field and into the boys locker room, I had shifted in front of everyone.
"Liam, calm down. No one saw, only Brett, Corey, Mason, and I.”(Y/N) spoke up, cupping my face.
“What threw things cannot be long hidden?"She asked, making me shut my eyes.
"The sun, the moon, the truth."I answered, making her caress my cheek gently.
"Keep repeating it."She ordered.
I nodded before repeating it three more times. I looked up to her smiling softly at me, she was the only one who could calm me down besides Scott. Suddenly the door flew open, making (Y/N) and I turn. Brett flew inside, landing on the floor as the school counselor walked in with a gun in her hand. (Y/N)’s hand slipped into mine as she watched the counselor fire her gun at Brett. My mouth fell open, Brett couldn’t have been killed right in front of us. (Y/N) crawled out of the counselors view, pulling me with her. We quickly dashed out, trying to be as quiet as possible.
"We’ve got to call Scott."I muttered as (Y/N) and I ran to my car.
That’s when we were met by a mob of hunters, surrounding my car.
"Li, why do we always get into trouble?”(Y/N) asked, turning to me.
“When I say run, you and I both run to the woods."I whispered as I eyed the hunters.
(Y/N) gulped before nodding.
"Run!"I screamed before we started running away.
While (Y/N) and I ran, I grabbed my phone and called Scott to explain everything. Luckily Scott picked up and said he was on his way. The sound of a gunshot made (Y/N) run faster, too fast for me to keep up with. I tried to run faster but instead of doing so, I tripped over a tree root. (Y/N) stopped and ran over to me, helping me up. As soon as she did, she winced in pain as the sound of a gun shot echoed through the woods.
"Are you okay?"I asked as her eyes flashed yellow, gripping the bleeding wound by her shoulder.
"Run Liam."She muttered, wincing as her wound started to sizzle.
Bam, another gunshot blared. (Y/N) gripped at her hip, whimpering.
"Liam, run!"She roared, baring her fangs at me.
I picked her up and started running, making her clench her jaw.
"You idiot, you were supposed to let me handle it."She muttered through gritted teeth.
"There’s no way I would let you fight them all on your own."I replied, making a gentle smile creep onto her face.
My knees buckled in pain as an arrow lodged itself into my calf, making me drop (Y/N). (Y/N) crawled over and covered me with her body.
”(Y/N), you’re the one who was shot twice!“I yelled, trying to shove her off of me.
"I won’t let anyone hurt my best friend."She muttered as an arrow pierced her shoulder.
I couldn’t help but feel a smile creep on my face, what she said reminded me of the time I asked her why she hit Hayden when we were in 6th grade. She pulled the arrow out of her shoulder and then removed the one from my calf. (Y/N) turned around just in time to catch an arrow from hitting the back of her head. We helped each other up only to be shot down again. One of the hunters threw a small container near us, making (Y/N) cover her mouth and nose. Smoke started to escape the container, making (Y/N) and I cough and gasp for air. I tried to wolf out but was interrupted by an arrow that erupted with sparks, disturbing my vision. Out of no where I felt something hit the back of my head, making me instantly pass out. Once I opened my eyes, I felt my head pounding painfully. I looked around only to see Theo, and two other guys chained up to the walls like I was.
"Look who finally decided to wake up."A soft voice spoke up, making me turn.
"Nolan…"I muttered.
Of course he would be one of the hunters.
"Fuck you!"I heard a familiar voice scream.
"Where’s (Y/N)?"I asked, making Theo lift his head up.
"They took her."Theo answered in a weak voice.
He looked terrible, I mean he’s a good looking guy but god damn did they torture him.
"I tried to stop them but they wouldn’t listen."Theo muttered.
"What’re they doing to her?"I asked.
"Shut up!"Nolan yelled, making me roll my eyes.
"They’re torturing her."Theo answered.
(Y/N)’s screams echoed through the building, making tears well up in my eyes as I yanked at the shackles on my wrists.
"I thought you liked (Y/N)."Theo spoke up, making me instantly freeze.
"Well you thought wrong."Nolan answered, turning away.
Oh thank god, that wasn’t towards me.
"She was the only one who made an effort to befriend you while everyone else shooed you away for being creepy."Theo reminded him.
"I heard your heart race every time she sat next to you, smiled at you, spoke to you, or even looked in your direction."Theo mumbled, making me furrow my eyebrows.
"What’re you trying to say?"Nolan asked, turning to Theo.
"You really liked her, and after everything she’s done for you, you’re letting them torture her."Theo said, making Nolan’s jaw clench.
"You don’t understand, they wouldn’t listen to me. They were only supposed to go after all of you and not (Y/N), they were supposed to leave her alone."Nolan muttered.
Suddenly the doors flew open, revealing three people who held (Y/N) up. They shoved her towards the ground, her body instantly hitting the ground.
”(Y/N).“I breathed out as I yanked at the shackles.
(Y/N) coughed up blood as she tried to push herself up, only to fall back down.
"Chain her up."The three people ordered before leaving.
Nolan immediately ran over to her, helping her up to her feet. It was only then that I realized all the blood, wounds, and gashes that covered her body. She wasn’t healing as fast as she should be.
"If I weren’t weak right now, I’d rip your heart out.”(Y/N) threatened Nolan as he chained her up.
I tried my best to get near her as Nolan walked across the room.
“(Y/N), (Y/N), are you okay?"I asked, making her turn her head.
"Liam?"She asked, reaching out to me.
As soon as our fingers intertwined, (Y/N) smiled weakly at me.
”(Y/N)-“
"I’m okay, I’m okay Liam. Are you okay?"She asked, making me nod.
"I’m good too."An unrecognizable voice spoke up.
We both looked to see a brunette that made (Y/N) let out a laugh.
"I am so glad to see you chained up Jackson."She muttered, making him furrow his eyebrows.
"Do I know you?"He asked.
"No, but Lydia told me about you, not all good things of course."She answered, making Jackson roll his eyes.
"That’s Ethan, he had a twin brother Aiden but he died.”(Y/N) whispered, pointing at the werewolf next to Jackson.
“How do you know?"I asked.
"His brother and Lydia had a thing."She answered.
Nolan walked back to (Y/N) and started to disinfect her wounds.
"So you two are a thing?"Nolan asked as he eyed our intertwined hands.
"Best friends, we’re practically inseparable.”(Y/N) answered as Nolan passed her a bottle of water.
“Why don’t you treat all of us too?"Jackson asked, making Nolan scoff.
She passed the water bottle to me after taking a few sips. I chugged half of it down and then threw it to Theo who caught it. Theo chugged the rest of it, leaving nothing for Ethan and Jackson.
"They removed the bullets before they could kill you."Nolan mumbled as he applied a bandage on her cheek, which was barely even healing.
”(Y/N), I’m so sorry.“Nolan whispered, making everyone furrow their eyebrows in confusion.
"They promised they wouldn’t hurt you."He mumbled, looking down.
"Look how that turned out."I spoke up, making Nolan glare at me.
"If there’s anyway I can make it up to you-"Nolan started to say before the lights went out.
After a few seconds of the lights going off, red lights and alarms started blaring. A girl ran in and informed Nolan that there were two teenagers who broke in. Once she was done explaining, an all too familiar roar echoed through the building, making (Y/N) and I look at each other with glowing yellow eyes.
"You want to make it up to me?”(Y/N) asked Nolan, making him look at her.
“Let us go."She ordered.
"I can’t-”
“Nolan, let us go and I swear I’ll act as if nothing happened."She begged,
Nolan sighed and shook his head.
"Fine, we’ll do this the hard way.”(Y/N) muttered before wrapping her legs around Nolan’s leg.
She pulled him closer to her and slammed his face against the wall, knocking him out. She grabbed his keys and freed herself from the shackles, then freed me, Theo, Ethan, and Jackson.
Ethan had to beg her to let Jackson free because she wanted to leave him. We all split up and ran in different directions. (Y/N) and I ran hand in hand upstairs until we reached the roof.
“Do you see Roscoe?”(Y/N) asked, making me furrow my eyebrows in confusion.
“Who’s Roscoe?"I asked.
"Stiles’ jeep you dimwit."She answered, glaring at me.
"I don’t get it, why aren’t we shifting? It’s a full moon."She mumbled, looking up at the moon.
"Well I stopped shifting ever since they chained up us in the same room."I spoke up.
"You would, but I’d still have trouble. I should be working out."She muttered.
The sound of gunshots made (Y/N) and I cling onto each other, getting low to the ground.
"Where the hell are Scott and Malia?"I asked.
"They must be inside-"She started to say but was cut off by the sound of a bullet hitting the roof. (Y/N) and I crawled over to the edge where the bullets weren’t coming from. One bullet flew right at (Y/N), making her jump out of the way. Luckily, she dodged the bullet but ended up jumping too far. If it weren’t for the fact that I still held her hand, she would’ve fallen off.
"Fuck!”(Y/N) screamed as bullets flew past us.
(Y/N) swayed her body, trying to avoid the bullets from hitting her. This caused me to start slipping. As soon as my body slips off, I grab the edge at the last second, keeping us from falling to our death.
“Roscoe!”(Y/N) yelled, pointing at the speeding jeep coming our way.
Suddenly a bullet hit my hand, making me let go of the edge. I wrapped my arms around (Y/N) protectively as we started to fall. I braced myself for the impact that was about to happen, gasping for air as my back hit a hard surface.
“Be careful with the jeep!"I heard Lydia yell, making me open my eyes.
I looked up to see (Y/N) on top of me, clinging onto me as if her life depended on it.
"Get in!"Scott yelled as he and Malia ran in our direction.
Theo, Ethan, and Jackson followed right behind as a mob of hunters chased them. (Y/N) and I jumped off the bent roof of Roscoe before hopping in. As soon as everyone made it inside the jeep, Lydia sped off. I winced in pain as the bullet in my hand started to sting agonizingly.
"Li, what’s wrong?”(Y/N) asked, turning to face me.
She looked dons at my hand and instantly grasped it.
“Okay….you’ll be okay."She mumbled as black streaks appeared on her arms.
"I got you.”
(Scott’s P.O.V)
I turned around to see (Y/N) taking Liam’s pain as she held his hand. I almost jumped out of my seat since this is the first time she’s ever took anyone’s pain. They both smiled and stared at one another, their eyes squinting at how wide their smiles were. I looked at Theo who was grinning at them, we both knew Liam liked her all this time but now we knew that she felt the same way.
(Liam’s P.O.V)
“Hey."I whispered as (Y/N)’s eyes fluttered open.
"Hi."She whispered, smiling weakly at me as I squeezed her hand.
I helped her sit up and rubbed her back soothingly as she wrapped her arms around me.
"Liam?"She asked, looking up at me.
It was only then that I realized how close our faces were.
"Yeah…"I breathed out, nervously as my heart raced.
"When we were 12, you fought Manny Montanez for me. I told you that you were idiot, that I was supposed to handle it and you said-”
“There’s no way I’m letting you fight him all on your own."I finished, making her nod.
"And today I called you an idiot when you didn’t run away and let me hold them back so you could at least get away. I told you I was supposed to handle them. Do you remember what you said?"She asked.
"There’s no way I’m letting you fight them all on your own."I answered, nearing my face next to hers.
Her eyes widened as she stared back up at me, not moving at all.
"That same day we also fell off a roof, just like today."She mumbled, not breaking eye contact.
"Why are you bringing this up?"I asked, tilting my head slightly.
"I don’t know… I think it’s weird how similar the days are, a little too weird."She answered, grabbing my arms firmly.
"Liam, you’re heart is racing like crazy."She breathed out, her breath fanning over my lips.
"What’s wrong?"She asked.
"Nothing, nothing’s wrong."I answered, lying.
"I don’t think I need to remind you that I’m a werewolf too, don’t lie."She scoffed.
"It’s nothing really-”
“Liam Eugene Dunbar, I am your best friend and you know better than to test my patience. You either tell me what’s going on or I’m ignoring you for a week."She threatened, making my eyes widen.
”(Y/N) no, you know I hate when you ignore me!“I whined.
"Then tell me why you’re so nervous."She muttered, pulling me closer to her so our lips were an inch away from one another’s.
”(Y/N).“I mumbled, letting out a shaky breath.
"Alright, a week it is-”
“No, okay, okay! You want to know, I’ll tell you, but you have to promise me something."I said, making her shove her pinky in the air.
"What?"She asked.
"Promise me that we’ll still be best friends, that this won’t ruin or friendship-”
“Liam, you’re making me worried. Did you do something bad?"She asked.
"I’m not sure, I hope it’s not bad."I shrugged.
"I promise that we’ll still be best friends."She spoke up as we wrapped our pinky around each other.
I let out a shaky breathe, closing my eyes in fear.
"Open your eyes."She ordered, cupping my cheek.
I opened my eyes and felt my heart flutter at her kind eyes and the feeling of her warm hand.
”…I love you (Y/N).“I whispered, making her eyes widen as she froze.
"What?"She asked, obviously shocked.
"I love you."I repeated, making a smile creep up on her face.
"Uh, haha I love you to Li."She mumbled, letting out a nervous laughter.
My heart dropped at her reaction. I wasn’t expecting her to say it back but damn did it hurt getting my hopes up and suddenly having them be crushed.
"You’re my best friend, I know we both love each other."She muttered, making me furrow my eyebrows.
"Did you think I meant I love you as in I love you like a best friend?"I asked.
"That is what you meant, right?"She asked, just as confused as I was.
"No, I meant I love you as in I love you I want you and I to be boyfriend and girlfriend."I answered, making her laugh nervously.
"Oh god, oh god."She mumbled, looking down as she fidgeted with my fingers.
"What, what?"I asked, making her look up at me.
"I didn’t think you had feelings too."She muttered with teary eyes.
I swear I felt my heart stop and everything freeze. She has feelings too, since when?
"I just never told you because I thought you didn’t love me back."She mumbled.
"I never told you because I thought you didn’t love me back!"I yelled, freaking out.
"Of course I love you, you fucking idiot!"She yelled.
"How was I supposed to know?"I asked.
"Did you not hear my heart race every time you were near or smell my chemo signals?"She asked.
"I thought that was all me?"I answered, confused.
"You’re such an idiot."She muttered as she cupped my face and pulled me in for a long kiss.
Once we pulled away, I was met by a gorgeous (Y/N) with squinted eyes from the wide grin on her face.
"I might be an idiot, but I’m a damn happy idiot."I muttered, making her laugh.
We both crawled into her bed, covering ourselves with her blanket as we snuggled.
"Can I just say that I’ve been dreaming of this moment for so long?"I asked.
"Me too!"She squealed.
I peppered her with kisses all over her face, making her giggle.
"Don’t even dare!"She yelled, her voice high pitched as she balled her hands into fists.
"But I want to!"I whined as I was about to tickle her.
"You do it and I’ll kick you down there."She threatened.
"As much as I want to, I also want to have kids so never mind."I muttered, pouting.
She rested her head on my chest, knowing her she was probably listening to my heartbeat.
"Wanna know something?"She spoke up.
"Mhm."I mumbled, looking down at her.
"Remember when you broke your leg?"She asked.
"You mean the same day I got bitten by Scott?"I asked.
"Yeah, well when I saw you hanging off the roof. I felt my knees go weak, I was terrified of losing you. I had never felt such a horrible and intense feeling like that ever in my life, and I think that’s when I knew that my feelings weren’t just some little crush, I loved you,I needed you."She answered, making me grin widely.
"So that’s why you never left my side since then."I mumbled.
"All this time?"I asked.
"All this time."She answered.
I studied her face, every detail my eyes could point out. This was the little girl I fell in love with a long time ago, my longtime best friend. Only now she had grown into the beautiful and strong woman she is today. God, I adored this girl.——-

Godfather - Tyler Seguin

A/N: Hello! This wasn’t requested, but I saw the picture of Ty with baby Cracknell and I had to. Hope you like it. Big shoutout to @carey-pricemas for encouraging me to write it.

Word count: 1701

Warnings: nope.

Master List

Originally posted by brosillustrated

Tyler prompts himself up on his healthy arm and rolls off of the couch, fast walking to the door. He hates the sling and how useless he feels, not being able to do pretty much anything but to scroll down social media and change the TV channels until he gets tired of not finding anything good to watch. He opens the door to find Adam and Tia standing on the outside with a light blue stroller.

“Allow me to not give a f…” Tyler cuts himself before swearing in front of the newborn baby. “About you two. Let me see her.”

Tia smiles, stepping aside so Tyler can look at the small bundle lying on the stroller. Adam had sent him a picture of his first daughter, but that doesn’t stop Tyler to be blown away by how beautiful Lynde is.

“She cannot be your daughter.” Tyler jokes, slapping Adam’s shoulder a couple times. “She is too beautiful to be yours.”

“I’ve thought that too.” Adam laughs. “But she swears that she is mine.”

Tyler cannot help it but to smile when Adam wraps his arm around Tia and gives her a little squeeze; he has always envied the relationship between his teammate and his wife.

“Where is (y/n)?” Tia asks, pushing the stroller inside the house and kneeling on the floor to greet the two overexcited labs jumping around to get attention.

“Working in her office upstairs.” Tyler says, taking control of the stroller and pushing it one handley through the hall and to the living room.

“Office?” Adam wonders, not remembering an office on Tyler’s new place.

“She didn’t want to move in with me because there wasn’t a space for her to work at, so I made a office for her.” Tyler shrugs, pushing his dogs away from the stroller where the baby is sleeping. “I’ll go get her.”

To be fair, that isn’t the only reason why you didn’t want to move with Tyler; you just aren’t ready yet to take that step yet. You are holding to your independence a little longer, giving Tyler dumb excuses of why you couldn’t move to his house; but since Tyler can’t even get dressed by himself you have decided to take care of him at his place and see how the coexistence is.

“I’ll go.” Adam says, turning around and walking towards the stairs before Tyler has the chance to stop him. “I want to see the so-called office.”

You are saving the file you have been working on for week when Adam knocks on the door and steps in, looking around the room. Tyler has done a nice job, painting the walls on a pale grey color and getting really simple furniture; a glass desk, a whole wall of bookshelves, a nice and comfortable chair for you to sit on and a small area with a couch and a coffee table.

“He did this?” Adam asks, walking to you and wrapping you into a hug.

“I was surprised too.” You answer, hugging him back.

“He really wants you to move here.” He tells you, stepping away from you and giving you a really meaningful look.

“I know.” You acknowledge, shutting the laptop screen and stretching your back. “But that’s an issue for another day, I want to meet her.”

Tyler and you didn’t go to the hospital when Lynde was born because of Tyler’s own surgery, but you had sent a huge bouquet of flowers and balloons for Tia and the baby.

“She is perfect.” Adam sounds so proud that it makes your heart flutter, walking side by side downstairs, where Tia and Tyler are sitting on the couch.

Tia is holding her baby on her arms, showing her to Tyler. He looks like he is seeing a piece of art, worshipping the little baby and caressing her tiny hand with one of his fingers. You and Adam are about to get to where they are when Adam stops you.

“(y/n), do you think that Tyler will agree to be her godfather?” Adam asks and you can’t help it but to give him a beaming smile, nodding fast.

“He will be the happiest and proudest godfather ever.” You say. “He is going to spoil her rotten, though.”

“Good, that’s why I chose him. A rich godfather is what she needs.” Adam jokes and you both laugh, resuming your walking.

“(y/n), can you help me take the sling off so I can hold her?” Tyler asks as soon as he sees you.

“Let me see her first, jeez.” You complain, walking around the couch and kneeling on the floor in front of Tia, looking at the baby.

Lynde is beautiful; she has quite a lot of dark hair for a newborn, her legs curled up and her hands into tiny fists.

“Wow guys, you have outdone yourselves.” You say, caressing the baby’s chubby cheek softly. You are about to ask Tia for how she feels when you hear Tyler whine.

You roll your eyes and get on your feet, working on Tyler’ sling carefully to not jerk with shoulder on accident. You let the sling loose, but you don’t take it all the way off of his body since you know that he will do a movement he is not supposed and mess up his shoulder even more that what is.

“Careful.” You warn him before Tia turns around on her spot and gently puts her baby on his arms.

Lynde opens her eyes the moment she is left on Tyler’s arms and you hold your breath, expecting her to start crying, but the baby looks at Tyler for a second and gives him a toothless smile, making your boyfriend’s heart melt.

“Guys, your daughter has just stolen my boyfriend from me.” You say and Adam and Tia laugh, looking at their daughter lying on Tyler’s heavily tattooed arms.

Tyler doesn’t say a word, he just looks at the baby like she is a pile of diamonds, making funny faces so she laughs. Lynde has his whole attention, so you decide to play host while your boyfriend falls in love with another woman.

“Can I get you guys something to drink or eat?” You wonder, looking at your guests.

Adam asks for a coffee and Tia for a glass of water, so you go to the kitchen and get that ready for them, not taking your eyes off your boyfriend’s back.

“Thanks, babe.” Tia says when you hand them their beverages, sitting on the floor between Cash and Marshall, that are looking at Tyler and the baby with curious eyes.

“Babe?” Adam asks and you and Tia laugh. “You don’t call me babe but you call (y/n) babe?” Adam sounds annoyed, but you can see through it, he is joking.

“I spend more time with her during the season than I do you.” Tia says and Adam brings his hand to his chest, looking horrified.

“Tyler, they are babes to each other and not us.” He says, but Tyler doesn’t hear him, he is extremely focused on the way Lynde has her tiny hand wrapped around one of his fingers. “We’ve lost him, girls.”

“Tyler, you know that we have to give her back?” You inquire and his head snaps right up, blushing slightly.

“Sorry, I spaced out.” He apologized, making all of you chuckle. “Do you want to hold her?” He asks you and you nod profusely, running to sit next to him on the couch and scooping the baby from his arms carefully so you don’t hurt neither of them.

You rock her between your arms, humming a random song you are making up as you go, watching Lynde as she yawns and her tiny eyes close slowly until she is fully asleep on your arms. Tyler’s hand is on your thigh, giving you small squeezes every now and then.

“Can we have one too?” He whispers and you smile, shaking your head.

“Someday.” You answer and he frowns a little. “We already have Cash and Marshall.”

“How many?” He whispers again, squeezing a little harder this time.

“How many do you want?” You answer with a question.

“At least three. Two boys and a girl. My princess.” He says and you can feel your heart fluttering inside your chest. “They all will play hockey.”

“If they want.” You add and he nods.

The conversation ends there and the four of you spend a couple hours chatting about the baby, playoffs and Tyler’s shoulder until Lynde gets a little fuzzy and Tia and Adam decide to call it a day and go back home. They pack up everything they have brought with them and we walk them to the car, helping them with all the stuff.

“Thank you for bringing her.” Tyler says, hugging Tia with his good arm.

“It’s our pleasure to bring her to see her godfather.” Adam says casually, shaking Tyler’s hand. It takes Tyler a little while to analyze his friend’s words.

“Godfather?” He repeats, his smile is so bright that he could compete against the Sun. “Do you want me to be her godfather?”

“We would love it, yeah.” Tia says.

Tyler walks to the car and leans over the carseat where Lynde is lying.

“Hello, princess.” He coos. “It’s your godfather, who is going to spoil you and love you so so much.”


Tyler is looking at his phone when you get in bed, getting your body under the covers. When you look at the screen you see pictures of giant teddy bears.

“I think that this bed would be a little crowded with that bear.” You say, wrapping your arms around his stomach and putting your head on his chest, carefully avoiding his right arm.

“It’s for Lynde.” He explains the obvious and you smile. “I’m getting her that and my jersey.”

“Of course you are.” You say, kissing a spot on his chest. “Get healthy soon.” You look at his through your lashes.

“I’m trying to.” He answers, putting his phone down and rubbing circles on the skin of your back.

“Good, because I’m going to need your help to move all my stuff here.”

Promise.

Hii, so this is the fourth and final part of my break series. Thank you so much for your amazing messages and for reading it. I hope you like this part as well.❤

What the hell are you doing here?” she asked and was surprised herself at how cold her voice sounded.
Harry whirled around and stopped draping berries on the waffles he made, his eyes were wide with shock and his mouth agape. 
“I-I wanted to surprise you. I made breakfast and-” 
She interrupted him with a humorless laugh, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Surprise me? I think you’ve surprised me enough lately.” 
“What?” he asked with furrowed brows.
“I was surprised when I didn’t hear from you at all during the last two weeks, nothing to keep me updated. I was surprised when I texted you and didn’t get a reply. I was surprised when you didn’t let me know when you came home. I was surprised when you didn’t come home as soon as you left the airport.” 
Harry was standing there completely dumbfounded, suddenly feeling insecure about what he prepared for her. He had no idea what was going on, thought she would jump into his arms as soon as she saw him. He thought she would love the flowers he brought her and the breakfast he prepared. That wasn’t the case, apparently.
“You… I… What?” he asked again.
“I don’t know if I want to see you right now, Harry.”
“Baby, I literally have no idea what’s going on right now.”
He took a few steps in her direction but stopped when he caught her warning glare.
“Tell me what I’ve done wrong.” he pleaded.
He just wanted to hug her. His fingertips were aching to touch her, his lips yearning for hers.
“You ignored me. Completely.” she huffed.
“But I thought that was the purpose of this break? To get away from each other and not talk for a while?”
“But not like that! You know how fucking worried I am every single time you’re in New York! This city is absolutely crazy and so many disgusting things happened to you there already. And this time as well! You don’t even know how goddamn worried I was, it would have been nice to let me know you were okay. And then I texted you after your performance and you didn’t reply! I waited days for you to just text a ‘thanks’ back, but you ignored it. And it hurt.” her last words were a small whimper, her bottom lip wobbling.
“Oh, darling.” Harry sighed.
He carefully got closer to her and when he was sure she wouldn’t push him away he wrapped his arms tightly around her shaking form and pressed her to his chest. Her arms slung around his waist and her hands fisted the material of his white shirt.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart. So sorry.” Harry whispered against the top of her head and pressed countless kisses against her hair.
“It h-hurt so much.” she sobbed against his chest and his heart broke, he could feel it.
He sighed again and pulled her closer if that was even possible.
When she calmed down a bit and the sobs subsided he took hold of the backs of her thighs and lifted her up to sit her down on the kitchen table. He moved a chair so he could sit in front of her and took her hands gently in his.
“I didn’t mean to ignore you. After we saw each other at Gemma’s I didn’t know what to do or how to act. I didn’t want to leave and I certainly didn’t want to go back to complete silence between us. And then you called and told me what happened with that son of a bitch and even though I told you everything was okay it hurt so bad. The thought that he touched you and that I wasn’t the last person you kissed killed me. And maybe I was a bit mad so I didn’t keep you updated. But I never got any texts from you.”
“You told me you weren’t mad.”
“I know, and I wasn’t. Not at you. But I kinda took it out on you. And I’m sorry.”
“Don’t you feel bad for lying to me?” she asked after a moment and yanked her hands away from his.
“W-What?”
“Of course you’ve gotten my texts! I texted you right after the show was over! And my phone said you got it.”
“I swear to god baby, I never got a text from you. ”
“Show me your phone.” she demanded.
At first he wanted to protest because he didn’t know what would happen if he really got her text and ignored it. But he knew he couldn’t deny her now, she’d think he was hiding something. So he fished for his phone in his jeans pocket and handed it to her. She typed in his password and he saw the relief on her face when it still was the same code. The day they got together.
It took her a few second to open up his messages and scroll through them until she found her texts and then it was obvious why he didn’t text back. There were at least hundred people he texted back and another seventy he didn’t even open, at the very bottom hers.
“Oh.” she breathed.
“Hm?”
She sighed and showed him his phone. He closed his eyes briefly and took the phone away from her to place it on the table.
“So many people texted me, love. I didn’t check my phone until the morning after and then I had around 200 messages, I’m sorry I didn’t see yours.”
“No, s'okay.”
“It isn’t, should have checked if you texted me or not but I was scared you didn’t watch it.”
“Of course I did. Stayed up until morning for you.” she smiled softly.
“And I appreciate that. And I love that you were the very first person who texted me, really means a lot to me.”
This time it was her who reached out to touch him, her fingers threading through his.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I was okay after the little incident with those girls.”
“Were you?” she asked and the concern was clear in her voice.
“Okay, I mean.”
He hesitated for a moment before he nodded.
“Was a bit scary but I had bodyguards with me and they didn’t do anything bad, only wanted pictures.”
“But it wasn’t okay. I can’t understand how they could treat you like that, like you were an object and they had the right to get a picture with you.” she shook her head.
“It’s over now, yeah? Don’t wanna talk about it anymore.”
She nodded and gave his hand a squeeze to which he replied with a soft kiss to her knuckles.
“I’m also sorry I didn’t let you know when I came home but I was scared they found out my flight information and the airport would be crowded. Didn’t want you to get into danger for me. And I didn’t come home straight away because it was midnight when I left the airport and I didn’t want to wake you so I thought I’d come over in the morning and make you breakfast.” he smiled softly and her heart was melting for him.
This time she lifted his hand to her mouth and kissed each knuckle.
“Thank you. I really appreciate you looking out for me like that.”
“Always, my love.”
“Can we have breakfast now? I’m starving.”
Harry laughed and nodded, making her sit down on a chair and serving her the food he prepared.

They talked about anything and everything while eating, just not about the important things. It was like they were both tiptoeing around the one subject that kept them up at night for the last few weeks.
At some point it was impossible to ignore it though. They cleaned the table and put away the dirty dishes and were now sitting across from each other at the table again. This situation was unfortunately familiar, this was how this all started.
“So I guess we have to talk, yeah?” Harry asked nervously with a shaky voice and eyes that didn’t dare find hers.
“Yeah.” Y/N breathed.
“I’ll start, okay?”
She nodded and took a deep breath, trying to brace herself for what was about to come.
“Before we took this break so many things went wrong. We didn’t talk to each other and when we did we were yelling. I don’t know where it all went wrong and I don’t know how I could let it get that far. I always swore to myself to never hurt you and to love you every second of every day and I never stopped loving you. Not for a single second. But I hurt you. I hurt you over and over again. And I don’t think I can forgive myself for that.”
Tears were streaming down his face and dripping down onto his thighs. The shakiness of his voice interrupted him every few seconds.
Y/N gasped at his last words, the fear that she tried to push away came back full force. He couldn’t forgive himself?
“What do you mean by that?”
He took a deep breath and reached out for her hands.
“I don’t know if it would be fair to you if we keep going and forget about all that’s happened. I broke your heart, love. How is this going to work when I’ve broken your heart?”
“We won’t forget about it, Harry. Yes, you’ve hurt me with what you’ve said but I hurt you as well, don’t try to deny that. I broke your heart when I suggested the break, and I broke your heart when I told you about Tim. We both are hurt and maybe it’s not fair to each other when we keep going but do you want to break up? Because I don’t.”
“Of course not.” he shook his head.
“Great.” she said relieved.
Harry laughed softly and stroked over her knuckles with his thumb.
“C'mere.” he whispered and tugged on her hand softly.
She hesitantly stood up from her chair and walked over to him where she sat down on his lap, her knees against his hips. Harry wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer.
“Do you think we can fix this?” she asked after a moment.
“I mean… It’s gonna be hard but I’m sure we’ll get through this. We love each other, right?”
“Yes.” she nodded.
“Then we can do it.” he smiled at her lovingly.
She leaned against him so her head was right at the place where his neck met his shoulder, her favorite place. She wrapped her arms around his waist and breathed him in. He did the same, he pulled her even tighter against him and nuzzled her hair with his nose.
“This break was a nightmare.” she sighed.
“God, yes. It was hell.” he agreed.
“Do you think it helped us?”
“A bit, I think.” he said and pressed a kiss against her head.
“I think we were able to think everything through and realize what’s important.”
“Yeah.” she nodded against his shoulder.
“Missed you like crazy, even though you’ve been an ass before.”
He chuckled lowly and squeezed her lightly.
“Missed you even though you’ve been a pain in the ass.”
She pulled back to look at him and grinned. Harry moved one hand to cup her cheek and stroke her skin with his thumb. Her eyes fluttered close at the contact and her breathing stopped for a second.
“Haven’t kissed me hello yet.” he whispered so quietly she almost didn’t hear him.
Her eyes opened again and now they looked a bit glassy and droopy, his touch did that to her.
She leaned in and waited until he did the same, meeting each other in the middle. Their lips brushed against each other’s and Harry watched how her eyes closed. He pulled her face closer until their lips were pressed together in a gentle kiss that made them both sigh against each other. Y/N was almost overwhelmed at how close she was to him, she could feel his breath against her skin and the only thing she felt and smelled was him.
The kiss wasn’t urgent or fast, it was loving and slow and filled with every emotion they felt towards each other. When they parted she didn’t have enough yet, her lips searched his immediately again and she kissed them countless times.
“God, I missed being close to you.” he breathed when they’ve finally parted, both gasping for air.
“Harry?”
“Yes, my love?”
“Take me to bed.”
Harry removed his hands from her face and she watched how his eyes widened with shock and his lips parted in surprise.
“Love, I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”
Her face fell immediately and tears welled up in her eyes. She sniffed and tried to get off his lap but Harry stopped her by grabbing her wrists.
“Hey, no. You understood that wrong. I just mean that we’ve just made up and I don’t know if sex is such a good idea for us now.”
“Make up sex? Harry, I missed you so much and now that I’ve finally got you back I just want to be as close to you as possible. Please.” she almost begged.
Harry stared at her for a moment and he had to admit he wanted her too. He sighed and nodded. He made her arms wrap around his neck, grabbed the backs of her thighs and stood up with her. He carried her to their bedroom, where he hasn’t been for a whole month.
He gently lied her down on the bed and just admired her for a moment. His fingertips stroked over her soft skin, fist her forehead then her nose and then over her lips.
“Make love to me.” she whispered softly and pressed a kiss to his fingertip.
His eyes snapped to hers and they immediately softened when he saw the tears in her eyes. He leaned down and kissed her lips, taking his time with every stroke of his tongue.

Harry took his time with everything, he undressed her so slowly she was almost getting impatient. Every kiss to her skin lasted longer than normal, every touch feeling more intense and making her shiver.
She took her time as well, kissing every inch of his body and making him writhe and moan underneath her.
When they were both finally naked they didn’t waste anymore time with foreplay, Harry connected them with one thrust of his hips. It was a shock to her at first and she gasped but she got used to his size very quickly.
They kept kissing and whispering sweet ‘I love you’s the whole time. At one point Harry took hold of one of her hands and threaded his fingers through hers. His other hand wandered over her back to her thigh, where he made her leg bent up and her knee touch her breast so he could reach deeper.
It didn’t take them long to reach their peak, both grinding against each other and moaning how close they were and when it finally happened it was overwhelming. They came together, at the same time and with such force that they both couldn’t help but moan out loud.

When they caught their breath again and came down from their highs they were lying so close that every inch of their bodies were touching. Harry kept on stroking her back, making her shiver every once in a while. Y/N pressed countless kisses against his chest, loving the way his muscles tensed every time.

“I was thinking…” Harry whispered after a while.
“Hm?”
“We should go away together. For a few days.”
Y/N lifted her head from his chest and looked up at him, her lips stretched with a smile.
“What did you have in mind?”
“Something private. A place where we feel at home.” he grinned mischievously.
“Your mums?” she gasped excited.
“Mhm.” he hummed with a big smile taking over his features.
“Yes. Hundred times yes.” she giggled.
“I know you love it there. And Holmes Chapel is a very special place for us, isn’t it?”
His hand reached up to stroke her hair away from her face and his fingertips traced her smiling lips.
“It’s so special, Harry.” she whispered.
And it was true. Even though it wasn’t her home it became her second home over the last few years. They spent a lot of time there, especially in the beginning of their relationship. The first ‘I love you’ was shared there. It got really serious between them when they’ve first been there. It’s their happy place. The place where they feel the closest.
“Already told mum we would come over, she’s so looking forward to seeing you. She missed you. Think she missed you more than me.” he fake pouted.
She giggled softly before her face fell and her brows furrowed lightly.
“Does she know what happened between us?”
“Yes.” he sighed and cupped her cheek in his hand.
“Had to tell her, didn’t I? Was screaming at me when I finished, told me to fix it and not come home until we made up.”
She breathed a soft laugh and shook her head.
“That so sounds like your mum.”
“She’s not mad at you in any way. Nothing to worry about.” he reassured her.
“S'good. Was a bit scared. I’m still scared to be honest.”
“About what?” he asked in a whisper. She sat up completely, pulling the sheets with her so she could cover herself up. Harry sat up as well, his face showing concern.
“It’s just… As you said, is it fair to each other when we keep going?”
Harry searched her face, looking for any other emotion than the pure insecurity that her features showed.
“You said you don’t want to break up.”
“I know and I don’t. I’m just scared that we won’t be able to forget what happened and then we start to resent each other.”
“Baby…” Harry sighed and pulled her to him.
He hugged her around her shoulders and pressed countless kisses to the top of her head.
“It’s going to be hard to fight through this and forgive each other but I know we’ll make it. What we have is so special and unique. We’re so close and we love each other so much. We will get through this and in the end we’ll be even stronger, okay? We just have to work on our issues and then everything will be fine.”
A sigh left her lips and she slowly wrapped her arms around his waist.
“Can you promise me something?” she asked.
“Anything.”
“Don’t let me go.”
Harry knew she meant right now and the future. And he wouldn’t. He wouldn’t let go of the tight grip he had on her now and he won’t let go of her in the future.


•••


“Babe! Are you ready?” Harry yelled from downstairs.
“Just a second.” she shouted back from their bedroom.
She came running down the stairs a few moments later, tripping over her own feet on the last few steps and she would have fallen down if Harry hadn’t caught her.
“Careful, darling.”
She grinned at him and grabbed onto his shoulders.
“Alright, so I think I have everything. I have my phone, the charger, makeup, clothes, shampoo, toothbru-”
Harry interrupted her with a hard kiss that made her shriek against him. He’s done that a lot over the past few days, at least ten times that day.
“Sorry, couldn’t stop myself.” he smirked.
“I swear you’ll kill me these days.” she breathed.
Harry chuckled and grabbed her hand.
“C'mon now. Don’t want to keep my mum waiting.”
He tugged on her hand gently and lead her out of the house, opening the car door for her and letting her get inside.

Y/N would be lying if she said she wasn’t nervous during the drive. It felt like the first time they made their way to Cheshire, and she was practically shaking with nerves. She was scared that Harry’s mum wouldn’t be that relaxed about all this. Of course, it was none of her business but still. She was scared of too many questions because she knew that could make them doubt everything again.
Harry noticed her nerves, she was constantly squirming in her seat and never sitting still for longer than a minute.
“Baby, I told you there’s nothing to worry about.”
“I can’t help it.” Y/N sighed.
“Darling, my mum loves you. Always has and always will.”
“And that’s exactly what I’m scared about! What if she changed her mind about me? Anne is so important to me, Harry. I don’t think I could take it if she didn’t like me anymore.”
“Sweetheart…” Harry breathed and grabbed her hand.
“My mum could never think any less of you. You’re like a second daughter to her. She loves you.”
And with a squeeze to her hand he signaled for her to drop the subject.



It took another few hours until they finally parked in front of the house which looked more like home than the house they shared in London.
As soon as they slammed the car doors shut the front door opened and Anne came running down the stairs.
“Oh, you’re here!”
She wrapped Y/N in a tight hug, almost crashing her but she didn’t mind one bit.
“I haven’t seen you in so long, darling. Oh goodness, I’ve missed you.” she almost cried, her arms constantly rubbing over Y/N’s back.“
“I missed you too.”
Anne pulled back from their embrace with a wide smile and tears brimming her eyes. Her hands cupped her cheeks and wiped at Y/N’s cheeks where tears were streaming down.
“Everything’s going to be alright, okay?” Anne whispered so lowly only Y/N could here.
She nodded as response and smiled warmly at Anne.
“Great to see you too, mother. I missed you a whole lot too… mother.” Harry said dramatically with as much sarcasm as he could muster up.
Anne laughed softly and made her way over to her son. She hugged him as tight as possible without hurting him.
“Don’t call me mother, sounds terrible.”
Harry chuckled and squeezed her tightly.
“Missed you, mum.”
“I missed you too, baby.”
Robin came out then, confused as to why they weren’t coming inside but the sight explained it all.
“Hello, love.” he spoke gently and engulfed Y/N in a tight hug.
“Hi, Robin.” she greeted him.
“You okay?” he asked when he pulled back and saw the tear stains.
“Yeah.” she nodded and smiled softly.
Robin squeezed her shoulders before he let go of her and looked at Harry.
“Hi, idiot.” he said jokingly.
“Hello, Robin.” Harry chuckled.


They brought their bags inside, putting them down in Harry’s childhood bedroom. Y/N felt nostalgia hitting her as soon as she opened the door. The bed where he said ‘I love you’ for the fist time. The smell that never seemed to leave this room and made her feel so at home because it was his smell.
“Everything okay, love?” Harry asked her when she wouldn’t move and stood there as if lightning struck her.
“Y-Yeah.”
“Hey…” he said softly and turned her around, lacing his fingers through hers and lifting his free hand to her cheek to make her look at him.
“What’s going on?” he pressed.
She shook her head and diverted her eyes to the floor.
“Darling.” he whispered and lifted her head with two fingers underneath her chin.
“It’s just… Every time we’ve been here we’ve been so incredibly happy. There’s no other place where I feel this close to you. What if that is gone?”
Harry searched her eyes and saw the worry and trouble in them.
“Nothing’s gone, baby. It might take a bit of time to come back but this is still our happy place. You have to stop doubting everything. Just have trust in us. In our love.”
She gazed into his eyes for a few more moments and then nodded. He was right. Of course he was.
“Okay.”
Harry pressed a kiss to her forehead, then her nose and then to her lips. Over and over again he covered her mouth with his, letting his lips stroke over hers.
“Mum probably wonders what we’re doing.” he said after they spent minutes like that.
“Probably.” Y/N agreed.
“C'mon. Let’s go downstairs.”


The day they spent with Anne and Robin was paradise. They cooked together, played scrabble and talked about anything and everything. But her favorite part was probably when they went for a walk and Harry wrapped his arm so tightly around her waist they were almost tripping over each other’s feet. They were walking in front of Anne and Robin but they didn’t care that they showed more PDA than ever before in front of them.
They had fun. Just like every time, Harry showed her the bakery he worked at with his standard words: ‘you’re dating a baker, love’. Just like every time, he showed her his old school. And just like every time, he showed her the tree where he had his first kiss at and just like every time, he teased her about the tiny bit of jealously that creeped over her face at the thought of him kissing another girl.
It was like the old days. They were happy and carefree and… close.


The evening was almost intimate. But not in a naughty way, no. In the most innocent way ever.
They were all sitting in front of the tv, Y/N and Harry snuggled together so close underneath a warm blanket. Harry had both arms wrapped around her body, one around her shoulders and one around her waist, his fingers stroking her over the hoodie she stole from him. Her face was pressed into the place where his neck met his shoulder and her legs were in between his.
Closer wasn’t possible.
And the best thing was that it also felt like they couldn’t get any closer emotionally.


•••


“Babe!”
“Baaaabeee!”
“BAAABYYYYY!”
His voice cracked and broke at the end, his giggle reaching her ears.
He wasn’t beside of her for sure or else she would be deaf because of the volume of his voice. She pouted when she felt the cold sheets beside her, no trace of him but his smell. She stood up and grabbed the hoodie he’s been wearing the day before, smiling when she caught a whiff of his cologne.
She jogged down the stairs into the kitchen where he was standing in a pair of gym short and a white shirt that’s been washed so many times that it was see-through and had countless tiny holes.
“What the hell do you want?” she asked with as much annoyance she could muster up but her wide smile gave her away.
“Good morning to you too, sleepyhead.” Harry grinned cheekily at her and stopped whatever kind of fruit he was cutting and made his way to her and hugged her to his chest.
“Missed you in bed.” she whispered as quietly to him as possible so Anne who was sitting at the table and watching them with a adoring smile didn’t hear.
“M'sorry, darling. Wanted to prepare a nice breakfast for you.” she smiled and pulled back with a kiss to her cheek.
“Wanted to wake you up with coffee in bed but the waffles are ready so I had to get you down here as fast as possible.” he chuckled.
“I told him it wouldn’t be the nicest way to wake you up with yelling but you know him.” Anne winked.
“Oi.” Harry frowned at his mum.
Y/N giggled and walked over to Anne, squeezing her hand as greeting.
“Good morning.”
“Morning, you slept well?” Anne asked her.
“Yep, very well.” she nodded and caught Harry smiling softly.
“Robin is already gone for work?”
“Yes, had to leave at eight.” Anne nodded.
“Mhh.” Y/N hummed and sat down across from Anne.


The breakfast Harry prepared was fabulous. She knew Harry was a great cook but she was surprised every time.
Afterwards he took her out to the fields even though she protested because she knew his hay fever would act up but he insisted.
They sat in the middle of a field on a blanket, their bodies wrapped up in blankets as well and cuddled up against each other.
“Do you remember the first time you stayed at my place?” Harry asked after a few minutes of comfortable silence.
“Of course I do.” she replied.
“I was so goddamn nervous.” he admitted.
“Yeah?” she asked and lifted her head from his chest to look at him.
“God yes. But a good kind of nervous. The thought of spendings so much time with you made me so happy. And when you said you wanted to sleep in one bed with me… God, baby.”
Y/N chuckled quietly but didn’t say a word, she wanted him to go on.
“I was so incredibly happy when you let me hold you. And then when I woke up in the morning and you were right there beside me, so close I was so overwhelmed with… love, I guess.”
“Love?” she asked almost incredulously.
“Yes. I fell in love with you that morning. I watched you for at least an hour. At one point you reached out for me and cuddled yourself close to me and I knew then that I would never want to wake up without you again.”
She stared into his eyes for a few moments before she cleared her throat.
“Do you remember how you came in the bathroom when I was getting ready?” she asked him.
“That morning?” he asked.
“Yes.” she nodded.
“I was about to put on lipstick and you whined that I couldn’t kiss you then, so you took it from me and kissed the living hell out of me.”
Harry laughed at her choice of words and nodded at the memory.
“I think I fell in love with you in that moment.”
“Why?” he whispered.
“It was so easy with you. There was nothing I had to worry about, nothing to be nervous about. You made me feel comfortable in that short amount of time and I never felt like that before.”
He stroked a strand of her hair behind her ear and gazed deep into her eyes. He leaned up then, closing the distance between their lips and watching how her eyes fluttered close as soon as his lips brushed hers.
“I love when you do that.” he told her in a whisper.
“What?”
“The way your eyes flutter close when I kiss you. You don’t just do that because that’s how it’s supposed to be, you do it because you can’t help it.”
She blushed at his words and how true they were, she really couldn’t help it. Harry smiled and leaned in again to connect their lips and again he watched how her eyes closed.
“Love it.” he whispered.
She blushed again and looked down, she always got a bit nervous when he said such things. She laced her fingers through his and lifted them to her mouth to kiss his knuckles.
Like always he was wearing his rings and even though she loved them because the were just so Harry and pretty, she enjoyed holding his hand bare and ringless. It was more intimate and closer.
She removed the gold band from his finger and dropped it to the blanket underneath them before she intertwined their hands again. Harry removed his hand from hers after a second though to grab his ring and Y/N almost thought she upset him by slipping it off his finger but he took her hand and put the ring on her ring finger.
Y/N gasped softly at the gesture, it felt so intimate and personal it took her breath away. And she had to admit she loved the thought of Harry putting a ring on her finger one day.
Harry kissed the ring on her finger and looked up at her with a soft smile.
“One day I’ll put another ring on that finger.”
“Promise?” she asked in a whisper.
“I promise.”

She's Testosterone

Read the sequel: She’s Testosterone 2
Words: 2.4k
Genre: Crack Fic. No lies here.
Summary: Drop dead gorgeous, cute and sassy - you adore your best friend. But is there more beneath the surface? Who exactly is Min Yoonji?

Cr. 

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEE-

“Turn that fucking shit off!” A groggy voice calls on the other side of the tiny room.

It takes less than a second for you to spring up from your bed with a big inhale and stretch.

It’s a new day!

A new future!

A new you!

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magnusbaene  asked:

how about some squad observing magnus and alec being in love? alternatively: magnus and alec in the institute, being competent but also cute af, if you'd like ♥

the institute is a steady buzz of activity when alec finally escapes from his meeting, hours of back and forth with stubborn clave ambassadors refusing to admit that there was still immediate danger, even with Valentine in chains. Someone had taken the soul sword, and Valentine was way too calm for a monomaniac in custody. in the end alec had decided to ignore their advice, which was quite plainly that they should fix up the wards and resume business and usual, and would instead lead an investigation into the missing mortal instrument himself.

when he finally reaches the ground floor, exhausted and irritable, he finds a certain warlock leaning casually against one of the desks, deep in conversation with clary. it makes alec smile, the tension in his shoulders falling away the closer he gets and it makes something soften inside that magnus falters mid-sentence to fix alec with a comforting smile. “rough day at the office?” he asks, producing a cup of to-go coffee and a paper bag, “i brought you breakfast”

“if that’s a croissant from the Parisian bakery i will marry you right now” alec tells him, stealing a soft kiss and gladly accepting the proffered food. beside magnus, clary offers alec a warm smile. that’s a thing they’re doing now, smiling at one another; tentatively easing into the kind-of-almost friendship they’d thought about before everything happened with clary’s mom. 

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prom || part 1 || peter parker x reader

this is so stupid and unnecessary and just so bad smh i just got the idea and went with it. if i get enough comments tho saying y'all want a part two, I’m down. AND BY THE WAY THANK YOU FOR 450 FOLLOWERS WTF YOU GUYS ARE CRAZY ILY GUYS SM THANK YOU FOR PUTTING UP WITH ME AND MY STUPID SCHEDULE AND OVERALL STUPIDNESS!!!!!! ANYWAY on with the story

tags : @running-outta-time @munalisax @i-just-wanna-run-hell

words : 2508

warnings : brief scene of attempted rape (goes as far as “He hooked his fingers over my pants to pull them down” then stops there. If you feel uncomfortable, please skip over that part. I don’t want to make any of you guys upset or anything of the kind. Thank you.)

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The train ride to Midtown High was nothing short of uneventful. The day had been gloomy and wet; rain pouring from every direction.

Walking into the school, kids had been wringing out their hair and sweaters. Most looked upset that the weekend had ended and week had begun with such a slow start.

You, despite trudging your way into the school and class, had felt happy. The rain was something you like a lot; it was something your family chastised you for, but you found joy in the grey clouds and incessant tapping of the water.

When you’d plopped down in English class, you placed your elbow on the desk and leaned your chin in the palm of your hand, staring in front of you with a dazed look. A boy had been sitting in front of you; one who you admired very much.

Peter Parker was one of the best students in Midtown High. He was only a Sophomore too, as you were, and he never ceased to correct teachers when they made mistakes presenting. He was a member of the Decathlon team, led by Liz Allan; everyone knew he liked her. A lot.

You couldn’t help but stare at the boy everyday, anytime you could. You liked how his brown hair fell into his eyes at times, and his chocolate brown eyes would widen in confrontation by Flash Thompson, or a teacher, or anyone really. You remember when he used to have a stutter back when you’d first seen him in the fifth grade.

Speaking between the two of you stayed to a minimum; he didn’t know you all that well, the occasional project only ever happening where the two of you would talk.

As it turns, today, things were going to change.

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Toothbrush - L.H.

Okay…so I (obviously) got this idea from listening to Toothbrush from DNCE. I’ve also decided I want to update every Friday so every time I finish something, I’m just going to queue it up. Enjoy

Also…I know I said no more Luke pieces for awhile, but this literally came to me in class and I wrote it in fifty minutes so….


Luke woke up early from the sunlight pouring in through the window on the other side of the room, body still bare from the night before, the only thing covering him being the stupid little close to nothing sheet resting on his hips. His bright blue eyes fluttered open slightly, heart sinking as he sat up confused as to why the body next to him had disappeared at such an early hour of the day, the clock reading a mere 6:17 in the morning, no longer confused when he heard the toilet flush from the bathroom just down the hall…unless it was Ashton of course since he was the usual prospect that would be up this early in the morning.

He ran a hand through his tousled hair, bringing his palms down over his face rubbing the tiredness from them slightly as he waited for his lover to return to the room.

“You’re up early,” she mumbled seeing him awake as she leaned up against the door frame, arms crossed over her chest as she looked over the tired man’s features, a lazy smile gracing his perfectly pouted lips. She had on his torn Nirvana tee, the fabric falling to the tops of her thighs, and with the way she was leaning against the frame, he could see her favorite pair of navy blue panties from Victoria’s Secret. Her feet were still bare, probably having lost her socks in his sheets through the night, as she always did, even though she refused to take them off before falling asleep. He’d always loved her sense of style, but he always thought she looked best dressed in his shirt with no pants on laying in his bed.

Her hair was still a mess, sticking up slightly in awkward directions, most likely extremely tangled and in desperate need of a pound of his conditioner to comb out the knots before she left. Her eyeliner had run across the side of her face lightly and he was sure there was glitter on his pillows from her eye shadow as well, small love bites gracing the length of her neck, small enough for him to miss if she had her hair styled the right way covering them perfectly. It was a sight he always loved, even if she did look like a hot mess. She was his hot mess.

“Luke, are you listening to me?” she asked smirking slightly knowing he wasn’t. He never was when he was looking at her like that…not that she knew exactly what that look on his face was, but she knew it enough to know he was lost in his train of thought.

“Not at all, sweetheart,” he hummed leaning back against his pillows, arms making their way behind his bed as his muscles shifted slightly, eyes daring her to make her way back to bed with him, and she knew she would. “Close the door love.”

She did as she was told, feet padding softly against the dark, hardwood floors as she climbed into bed right over to him, swinging her leg over his hip so she was straddling him, as placed strategically against his pelvis, knowing damn well if she wanted to at any point in time she could change the entire mood.

“What were you saying?” he asked, hands making their way to her thighs rubbing the soft, bare skin lightly leaving goosebumps behind.

“I said I can’t stay long. I’m working at eleven,” she said running her nails down his chest lightly, up and down, over and over, Luke shivering slightly at the feeling.

“That reminds me..I need to talk to you,” he mumbled, hands slowly making their way to her hips as he ran his thumbs in small circles under the fabric of his shirt along her bare skin.

“What about, rock star?” she asked, brows furrowing together confused, not sure if she should be worried or not. Usually he’d just come out and say it, not making it a big deal unless it was something important.

“Well…I mean…we’ve been doing this for what…five months now…?” he asked stumbling over his words as she giggled slightly.

“Six,” she she said smirking slightly. “Where are you going with this Lu?”

“Well, I was thinking…that maybe you could like…leave some of your stuff here so when you do have to go in the morning you don’t have to leave so early…” he suggested making her heart melt as she smiled softly at him. “Like..maybe that coconut shampoo you have or your toothbrush…”

“And maybe some clothes considering I can’t really work in your tee and panties,” she teased as he blushed more. “You’re too cute, you know.”

“Are you going to answer me or just make fun of me?” he pouted as she leaned in pecking his lips quickly.

“I’ll bring them over when I see you tonight.”

drabble: arya/gendry

for @mrhummelanderson

“I’m going to marry him.”

Sansa stared at her as if she’d grown three heads, then looked at Gendry. Then back at her. “I’m sorry?”

Arya held her head up defiantly. “You’re pardoned.”

“Arya, he’s…” she leaned in closer so he might not hear. As if it wasn’t blatantly obvious what she was going to say anyway. “Lowborn.”

Ser Davos would have argued that he was Robert Baratheon’s only living son, which might entitle him to Storm’s End if they made the right arrangements. With a brother as king, the royal legitimisation wouldn’t be too difficult to acquire. Jon had even brought this up when he had brought Gendry to her. Not knowing he was bringing him to her, of course. That had been a happy coincidence.

But Arya merely responded, “He’s the man I want to marry.” She hadn’t fallen for Gendry Baratheon. She hadn’t even fallen for Gendry Waters. She’d fallen for Gendry. The lowborn, son-of-nobody, smith’s apprentice who’d become her family on the way to the wall.

Sansa looked like she wanted to protest, so Arya jumped to speak again. “I wasn’t asking for your permission, my lady. I was informing you that I intend to marry him, and it would be lovely if you would grace the wedding with your presence.”

She turned on her heel and stalked out of the room, Gendry bowing his head at Sansa with a quiet “M’lady,” before following her to the dimly lit hallway. “Arya,” he called out.

He had to reach out for her hand to make her turn around, but she did, to face him. He was still stupidly taller than her. Everybody was taller than her. Arya had other things to make up for her height.

“Arya, that was your sister,” Gendry began, his voice low, rough. “Who loves you and wants you to be happy. What do you think the other lords will think? The ones who only care about making ties with important families? I told you this was a terrible idea…”

“Gendry.”

Arya narrowed her eyes at him. “I don’t take orders from anyone. Not my sister, not the lords, and certainly not you,” she pointed out, jabbing at his chest with her forefinger. “Do you want to marry me?”

She still felt like a silly little girl asking, despite the bravado and the blank face. Gendry’s face melted into a warm smile, the one he reserved just for her. He reached over to tug at the ends of her hair. “What do you think, m’lady?”

“I think marriage is for stupid lords and ladies, and you’re the stupidest of them all.”

He tugged her sharply by the waist flush against his chest and kissed her. “I want to marry you too.”

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It Started With A Note (Zach Dempsey)

From: 13 Reasons Why

Warning: shorter than usual? Visuals are shit

A/N: Let me apologize for the visuals because I just made that note on Photoshop and I’m a noob HAAHAHHAHA And incase you didn’t know, Badminton is a sport where in you use a racket. It’s pretty similar to tennis but different ball and rules and the racket is lighter.


It was the end of the first half of communications class. Honestly everyone found this class stupid but this was your favorite. Why? Because you loved understanding people and helping people out.

You see, in communications class, you had this thing called “compliment bags” the only rule was to be nice. And you loved it. You were always the type to write sweet notes to make people happy and you wrote for everyone…. except one guy. Zach Dempsey. He was your crush actually. You didn’t want to write in his in fear that he might tease you or he might laugh in your face. You were an athlete but you weren’t popular. You didn’t do group games. In fact, you played badminton and not much people watch your games but you loved it no matter what. You weren’t popular but you weren’t an outcast either. You just didn’t hang around Zach’s friends. And that’s why you were scared to approach him.

But to everyone you had nice notes for whether it was something as simple as “you look amazing today! Keep smiling and being you!” Or as complicated as “I saw that you were sad today and I really don’t know why, but I know that you are an amazing person with a strong personality and I know you can get through this. I wish you the best”

You checked your compliment bag to see 5. Surprisingly. You usually only get one and it was always anonymous. The anon usually wrote Pick up lines. You read the names out loud. “Hannah, Sheri, Alex, Skye and Anon??”

“Wow y/n/n! That’s a lot” Sheri says gesturing to the notes you had in your hands. “Uh thanks Sheri for yours” you say politely. “Damn girl, I’d thank you because you always write a note for me” she replies holding it up proudly. You laugh and look at Hannah. “What did you get?” You asked her keeping your notes. “Besides my usual note from you, I got another bunny” she smiled. “Aww what a cute bunny. I bet whoever wrote that likes you” you say winking at her. Both her and Sheri laugh as the begin talking about who the mystery bunny man could be. You glance to see your crush Zach looking in his bag frowning.

Your head slightly tilts to the side as you look at him confused. How could THE Zach Dempsey be sad about his compliment bag? He should have dozens of notes. You watched him trying to see how many notes he’s got but then he doesn’t pull out any and makes his way out. He turns back and you turn away pretending like you weren’t watching him. Sheri giggles at you and your obvious red cheeks.

“Hey Hannah, got anything?” He asks with a smile. “Nothing earthshaking. You?” She asks him folding her notes. “Nada. Kinda soul crushing, isn’t it?” He says walking out. Your heart melts upon hearing this.

“Poor Zach” Sheri begins. “I wonder how someone like him gets nothing though” Hannah asks, mostly talking to herself. You sigh and sit down and begin to write a note to him

‘I’m sorry this is late. I’ve been scared to write to you but I honestly love you and you deserve the best. Watching you sad makes me sad. You deserve all the notes from head to toe and I think you deserve to be loved and reminded how amazing you are. I love you I love you I love you. I’m sorry I can’t tell you in person. But smile for me and I’ll always be happy. Because you make me happy’

And you fold it and put it in his bag. “Nice way of making a move y/n/n” Sheri teases as you guys walk out. “He deserves it” you shrug. “So what does your anon note say?” Sheri asks gesturing to the note you just opened. “A letter. This time it’s a ü” you say putting it in your wallet. Little did they know you knew what the letters meant. And in your wallet written with the small letters read “I like u”

The notes from anon were the ones that made you smile the most. And another attached read “Good luck with your badminton tournament today” Wow, Anon does know everything. You giggle and hide your wallet and walk out communications class. You walk and sit with Alex today seeing as he was alone. Alex was your only close friend from Zach’s circle. You were friends with all of them but not enough to hang around with them. Little did you know that Alex’s friends were just finishing up.

“What’s up with the sports get up y/l/n?” Alex asks looking up as he takes a bite of his sandwich. “I have a tournament after lunch” You say putting down your gym bag. “No friends today?”

Alex was about to reply until the lunch doors open and you see all his friends. You begin to stand up before they walked over but you were too late. “No, y/n, stay! We’ve been meaning to hang out with you” Justin says grinning. You look over to Alex who shrugs. You sit back down as everyone else sits down. You were sat beside Zach and Justin, the two best friends, with Monty, Alex and Bryce sitting across. “You guys are less today” You comment biting an apple. “Yeah well Jess has cheerleading practice and Marcus has a student council thingy” Justin explains. “May I say, damn y/l/n, nice legs” Bryce comments. You shift in your seat uncomfortably. “shut up walker” Zach says in a half joking tone but you can tell he’s serious. Bryce shrugs it off.

“So what do we owe the pleasure to see THE y/f/n y/l/n wearing shorts?” Bryce asks winking. You force out a small chuckle and explain that you have a game. “Can’t wait to watch” He says winking. You glance at Zach seeing him ball his hands into a fist. You look at him confused but then shrug it off. You never spoke to Zach unless he talked to you first because you kinda feel like a nobody and you don’t want to make a fool out of yourself.

The bell rings and you shoot up grabbing your bag and fixing your shoe laces. “Good luck y/n” Zach says after walking out. You sigh knowing he probably won’t watch because it’s free cut for the rest of the school. It’s supposed to be so that they could watch but they usually throw a party and what not.

You walk into the sports hall and see your competitors warming up. “Y/n, guess who else is here to watch” Hannah states running up to you. “You?” You reply giggling. “Nope. Dempsey” she says pointing over to Zach who’s reading a note in the bleachers with a cute smile plastered upon his face

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“Is that-“ Hannah cuts you off before you have a chance to finish what your saying “Your note? Yeah. And I can tell he likes it. This is like the 4th time he’s been reading it. And he keeps asking Sheri who she thinks wrote it” she smiles beamingly. “Not now I’m gonna look disgusting when I play and I might be nervous and screw up the whole tournament” You sigh. “Tell him when you win y/n/n, plus you look amazing when you play” Hannah says patting your back then walking to the bleachers.

You breathe in and out then start the tournament.

Zach looked at his long time crush playing badminton, this was where he felt he could see her best. She looked flawless when she’d play. He clutched the note in his hand. “Sheri who wrote this?” he asked the curly haired girl. “I dunno, who do you want it to be Zach?” she asks him teasingly. “Honestly, I really like this girl and I wish she liked me back” Zach replies as a tint of red flushing upon his cheeks. “No way who?” Sheri asks looking around. Zach looks was about to reply until he saw you going in for a smash and all he could think about was how cute you looked with your shorts and jersey, how your ponytail swishes from side to side, how you have this different aura when you play. Hell he was mesmerized by you. “Zach? Zach? Zach who is it??” Sheri whines shaking Zach out of his trance. He blushes looking down “Number 13” he mumbles. “I knew you were here for a reason!” Sheri screams searching for “number 13”

“Yo Dempsey, what number is your girl?” Justin asks beside him. “13… and she’s not my girl…. yet” he mumbles. Sheri finally spots number 13 and once you turn around her face is filled with shock. “Sheri don’t tell” Zach pleads. “Zach, she wrote that note for you” Sheri says with a grin on her face.

Zach’s pleading face quickly turns into a wide smile. “What are you waiting for? Get her” Hannah whispers to him. “What? She’s playing” Zach says gesturing to the court. “You were to engrossed talking to Sheri, you didn’t see it was half time” Clay says beside Hannah. Zach quickly runs down to where you are. “y/n!” he says running up to you. You wave at him and smile “Hey Dempsey! And what do i owe this pleasure?”

“Did you write this?” He asks quickly bringing out the note you wrote and handing it to you. “You figured it out? Look Zach, I don’t want things to be awkward and I know you don’t feel the same way but please don’t point and laugh and make fun of me right now I reall-“ he quickly cut you off. “No, God I won’t do anything like that. I love you actually. Ever since I saw you. There’s something about you, i don’t know if its the way you move, the way you talk or the way you play badminton. Heck I don’t even know if its the way your hair falls perfectly on your shoulders, the way your eyes sparkle or those lips that are just so damn kissable” he says walking closer.

“If they’re so damn kissable, what are you doing talking to me” you whisper leaning in. And from hearing your consent, Zach smashes his lips on yours kissing you ever so gently. Holding you close like this would be the last, but both of you knew it wouldn’t be. Once you pull apart all you can do is smile at him and hug him.

“y/l/n! Stop smooching and get back in the game” Your coach yells just as the bell rings signaling break is over. “y/n! Wait” Zach calls as you jog back to your team. You turn around and he asks “Will you be my girl?” he shouts and its as if everyone in the whole sports hall stays quiet just to hear your answer. “I thought you’d never ask” You grin and begin to play. Zach grins widely and runs back to his seat.

“Nice one Dempsey!” Justin says patting him on the back. “You got the girl” Sheri comments. “Number 13 is all yours” Jessica winks. Zach just smiles as his cheeks heat up. He turns to Hannah and Clay “Thanks for waking me up”

“No problem jockhead” Hannah replies smiling. He watches you play, more than in love. But when he sees your smash he does what he’s been wanting to do ever since he walked in. He stands on the bleachers and screams “GO Y/L/N! THAT’S MY GIRL RIGHT THERE”

You suddenly get a rush of confidence and before you know it, You won the game. Everyone screams and lifts you up “MVP ! MVP!” they chant. You smile cheering with them while holding the trophy then someone lifts you and puts you on their shoulders. “I knew you could do it” Zach’s familiar voice rings through your head.

“You brought out the best in me” you shrug. You both walk out of the Sports hall and go to his car “hey Zach?” you say playing with his hair

“Yeah?” he replies holding you tighter so you won’t fall

“Let’s have our first date right now in Rosie’s…. if that’s okay” you mumble

“Of course baby” he says bringing you down. He opens the car door for you and closes it when you get in. He walks to the driver’s side and goes in.


He turns on the ignition but before driving he looks at you. “God I’m so lucky” he mumbles and leans in and kisses you once more and with that you both drive off

No Rest For The Weary

SPN FanFic

~Y/N and the Winchesters just can’t catch a break.~

Dean x Reader, Sam

6,960 Words

Warnings: It’s a roller coaster. Fluff, bit o’Smut, Angst. Flusmangst. 

A/N: Thank you to @taste-of-dean for the readover (sorry about the prank) and to @idreamofhazel for her amazing beta skills. Couldn’t do it without you. Hope you enjoy. and remember:

Feedback lets me know you want me to keep writing.

The sun was shining brightly despite the heavy blanket of clouds that drifted across the Kansas sky. Breaks between the heather offered visions of perfect blue, and the air was filled with the promise of summer.

The Impala was speeding down the highway, its freshly washed black exterior gleaming in the sunlight. Tires spun in metallic blurs as Dean pushed her through the sparse mid-morning traffic, leaving Montana in the dust and heading home. The windows were down and wind whipped around the three hunters, lifting their hair and spirits. The rush of air forced them to breathe deeply, filling their lungs with the crisp spring atmosphere, relaxing their bodies and calming their minds.

The case hadn’t been any harder than any case before it, and certainly wouldn’t pale any that came after. But they were tired, muscles sore from lack of sleep and constant movement; their souls in need of restoration. Time off was desperately needed, and as long as Heaven and Hell kept to themselves, maybe they would get some.

As the miles wore on their shoulders settled, their minds calmed, and their smiles returned. Two hours in, laughter returned to the Impala as Sam and Dean argued lightheartedly about the cassette tape Dean had pushed into the stereo.

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