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What Am I To You? (P. 3)

Summary: Your not sure where your relationship lies with Tae.

Pairing: Kim Taehyung (V)/ Reader

Genre: Angst

Words: 3.3k

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What have you done?

“I’m sorry….this is my fault.” You felt your eyes get watery.

“This is my fault as much as yours.” He started. “There is something I need to tell you-” He was cut off by the knocking.

You quickly wiped your eyes and looked out your peep hole.

“It’s Nayeon.” You panicked.

His eyes widen and he went into your bathroom hiding.

You opened the door. “Heyyy.” She sweetly greeted.

“Have you seen Tae?”

“Not since the party.” You answered.

“Hey you okay?” You nodded. “Do you want to get breakfast….I could really eat.” She laughed.

“Yeah of course….but I’m going to take a quick shower.”

“Okay.” Then she turned around and left.

You shut the door and went back towards the bathroom. “You need to leave…like now…before she comes back.” You panicked.

He just looked at you distraught. “We need to talk about-”

“I know okay…..I’m sorry but I promise it didn’t mean anything.”

You thought you were saving you and Taehyung’s friendship but what you really did was shatter his heart with those few words.

He looked down processing what you said.

“Right….of course.” He started to walk away.

“Let’s pretend that it never happened.” He continued and left.

“Tae?” What’s wrong with him? You thought he would be relieved but he wasn’t. He said to pretend it didn’t happen but maybe he couldn’t. Maybe he was upset because you almost jeopardized your friendship.

-

You continued getting ready and met Nayeon in the college cafe. You tried texting Tae and told him you wanted to hangout with him later but he declined. He said he was doing something with Nayeon.

“Took you long enough.” Nayeon mocked once she saw you. “I already got us food.” She giggled.

“Nice….thank you.” You sat down. “So how are you feeling?”

“Surprisingly okay…my roommate gave me some medicine.” She explained.

“That’s good….maybe you should slow down next time.” You laughed.

“Yeah, I don’t even remember anything.” She pouted.

“Well, you were past out pretty early for a party.”

“Can you tell me what happened?”

You gulped almost loud enough for her to hear. “Well…..Tae and I carried you to your room after we found you past out on the couch.”

“Oh okay.” She seemed relieved. “What did you guys do?”

You choked on your drink that you started but ended up spitting it out, coughing for your dear life. You took a bunch of napkins and cleaned up. You felt uncomfortable from all the people staring.

“You okay?” Nayeon looked concerned.

“Yeah, wrong pipe.” You pursed your lips.

“So?” She was waiting for your response.

“Nothing.” You nervously said.

“What do you mean?”

“We were pretty drunk ourselves so we just talked and when I woke up he was gone so I don’t know where he went.” You lied. The memory flashed through your head.

You waking up naked next to him. You felt butterflies just thinking how beautiful he was, especially when he was asleep.

You saw Nayeon staring at you and you immediately felt guilty.

If she ever found out she would be devastated.

You felt like you ruined everything already. The only thing was you couldn’t read Taehyung, like usual.

Was he okay with it or did he hate you now for this dumb mistake that could ruin your friendship forever? Was he heart broken for cheating on Nayeon? You had no idea.

“Why are you blushing?” She smiled. She turned around from where you drifted off to. She looked back at you confused. “Do you have a crush on someone?”

“Oh no.” You avoided the question.

Because, ‘I’m falling for your boyfriend’ is really gonna be a good conversation starter. Not like you’re the one to set them up or anything.

“Come on, you could tell me.”

“Trust me-

"Please, we could double.” She wasn’t giving up.

“Okay.” You flipped through all the guys in your head. Who could you get away with that she doesn’t know?

His name is…….Jungkook.” You actually had a good time with Jungkook last night but you didn’t have a crush on him and you knew Nayeon didn’t know him.

Jungkook may had said he didn’t like her but he said he never met her because she claimed that she wanted Tae all to herself.

“Oh…is he cute?” She winked.

“Sure.” You tried to move on from the awkward conversation. “So what are you and Tae doing later?”

She shrugged. “Not sure…I haven’t talked to him yet today.”

You looked at her confused. Why would Taehyung lie to you? There it was, the sharp pain you kept feeling. Taehyung must hate you. You made your friendship awkward and now you don’t know how to face him. He obviously didn’t want to face you.

-

Nayeon was on her way to look for her boyfriend. She knocked on his door hoping to find him there because he wasn’t in a texting mood today.

As he opened the door annoyingly he was surprised to find Nayeon there with a big smile on her face.

“Hey babe.” She wrapped her arms around Tae bringing her lips to his. He didn’t really respond so she immediately pulled away. “Hey what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, just still hungover.” He lied.

He wasn’t in love with Nayeon but he felt guilty. It wasn’t fair to her and he knew that. He cheated on her with you. Even though you were both drunk, that wasn’t an excuse. How was he going to tell her? Taehyung was honest with pretty much everybody. He hated lying, especially something like this.

“Come on.” She pulled him inside and pulled out some pain reliever out of her purse. “Take these.” She handed over a bottle of water.

“So apparently you wanted to do something today?” She continued.

He closed his eyes feeling more guilty. He was caught in a lie. He figured you talked to Naeyon.

“Yeah…maybe we can stay here and watch movies?” He suggested.

“Okay cool.” She said excitingly. “I’m sure we can play some games as well.” She bit her bottom lip hinting of what she really wanted. Taehyung wasn’t ready to have sex with Nayeon. He didn’t have any feelings for her so he felt like it wasn’t moral.

“And also I was thinking we could have a double date.” She was still excited.

“With who?” Taehyung asked confused.

“(Y/N) has a crush on someone and I thought that maybe I could set her up like she did for me.” Nayeon laid her head on Taehyung shoulder.

“Who does she have a crush on?” Taehyung pulled away so he could look at Nayeon.

Taehyung felt the rage and jealousy already and he didn’t even know who yet.

How could you have a crush on someone already and why didn’t you tell him, he thought. He thought you were best friends.

“I don’t know him but she said his name was Jungkook.” She said dumbfounded.

Taehyung stood up aggravated startling Nayeon. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

Taehyung started pacing rubbing his forehead frustrated. He felt horrible before but this was an all time low for him. Not only did you break his heart this morning of your regrets of last night but now you had a crush on his best friend. He didn’t know how to express any emotion anymore. His heart just kept shattering step by step.

“What’s wrong?” He almost forgot Nayeon was there.

He had to tell himself to calm down or the truth will clearly be shown. “Nothing, I just can’t believe she never told me.” He said distraught.

“Yeah I had to drag it out of her.” She giggled. “But I don’t know him.”

“I do.” Tae said causing Nayeon to look at him. “He’s my best friend.”

-

Taehyung went over to Jungkook’s dorm immediately as Nayeon asked if he could invite Jungkook into a double date which he knew he never would encourage.

He knocked on the door and it didn’t take him long to answer.

“Hey man, long time no see.” Jungkook teased.

Taehyung just clenched his jaw looking at his best friend.

“What?” Jungkook looked alarmed. He never see Taehyung without a smile. “Tae?” He asked serious.

Taehyung walked past Jungkook into the dorm.

“Hey V.” Jin called him by his other nickname.

Tae didn’t say a word he just nodded.

“Tae Tae what’s wrong.” Jungkook jumped by his side aggressively wrapping his arms around him.

“Everything.”

“Basically I came over to invite you for a double date.” Tae continued.

“Who am I bringing? Jin?” Jungkook teased.

“No….(Y/N).”

Jungkook’s face dropped. “Why?”

“Because (Y/N) has a crush on you.” Tae said emotionless.

“What? That can’t be right?” Jungkook laughed.

“Well she told that to Nayeon so…” Tae said with more attitude.

“Look Tae, even if that was the truth, which it isn’t, I would never do that to you.” Jungkook said sincerely.

“Why does it matter I’m in a relationship and she doesn’t have feelings for me anyway.” Taehyung’s face flushed but no tears came out.

“You’re obviously not happy, why don’t you just break up.” Jungkook suggested.

“I can’t.”

“Why-”

“Because I have no one else.”

“What do you mean?” Jungkook was confused.

“I thought for a split second that maybe (Y/N) had feelings for me but….I don’t know.” Tae looked down. “I just keep setting myself up for disappointment and Nayeon is there and I know how she feels about me so…”

“So….do you have feelings for her?”

Taehyung didn’t answer. “You can’t do this to yourself….its not fair for her or yourself.” Jungkook raised his voice in concern.

“I know….I just need more time, I’m sure it’s there.”

“And what if it isn’t, you going to forget about (Y/N)?” Jungkook had irritation in his voice.

“She doesn’t like me like that.” Taehyung was tired of talking. “And to be honest, I’m sick of waiting for her….I just wish she would stay out of the picture and liking you is not gonna do it.”

Jungkook was shocked by the words of his best friend.

“Are you saying that you don’t want to be her friend?”

“No……..it’s just hard to be around her that’s all.” Tae fell back to lay on Jungkook’s bed.

“Have you thought about telling her how you feel?” Jungkook asked.

“I do all the time, but I know how this works….it could make things awkward.”

“Don’t worry too much Tae.”

“Jin why don’t you make something to cheer him up.”

“That’s okay…Nayeon wants to go out tonight.” Tae started to get up.

“Of course the princess wants your service.” Jungkook nagged.

“Stop.”

-

Jungkook decided to pay you a visit after Taehyung left.

When you answered the door you never expected to see Jungkook of all people. Yes you consider him a friend because of Tae but that was it, you would never intend to hang out unless Tae was there.

“Hi?” You question. “What are you doing here?”

He smiled and walked past you. “So I heard that you had a crush on me.” He smirked.

“Oh no.” You slapped your forehead. “I can’t believe she would just go up to you and tell, what kind of friend does that?”

“Actually Taehyung told me.”

“W-what?” You felt shocked. You never thought that he would hear of your little lie and you prayed he wouldn’t.

“Jungkook….I don’t have a crush on you and please tell that to Taehyung.” You panicked.

“It’s okay, I figured you didn’t….that would be weird.” He sat on your bed.

“Thanks.” You said sarcastically but followed by a chuckle.

“Nayeon was convinced I had a crush so I lied and said it was you to shut her up.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes. “Why do you even hang out with her?”

“I know she’s a pain but she’s sweet.”

Jungkook laughed sarcastically. “That’s funny.”

“Can I tell you a secret?” Jungkook started.

“What?”

“You can’t tell anyone especially Tae.”

“Okay?” You were confused.

“Taehyung is in love with you.”

“What?” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. “No he’s not.”

“Oh yes he is….has been for a while.”

“You sure?” You were shook.

“Yeah.”

“Why hasn’t he said anything?”

“Because he didn’t want to ruin your friendship.” That was a pretty good reason and also the reason you were afraid to move forward.

Wow.

You couldn’t help but blush. “Why are you smiling like that? Do you like him to?” Jungkook asked in excitement.

“Maybe.” You bit your lip.

“Why don’t you tell him?”

“I wasn’t really sure until last night.” Those words slipped from your mouth that you wish you could take back.

“What happened last night?” Of course Jungkook had to end his curiosity.

“Um-” You didn’t know how to explain. “We sort of had sex.”

“Whoa- what?” Jungkook stood up. “You two?”

You nodded. “Don’t get carried away….we were both drunk and obviously we don’t really remember much…”

“That’s insane.” Jungkook smiled.

“Yup.”

“You guys need to be together.”

“We can’t.” You quickly responded.

“Wait, what?” Jungkook sat back down.

“He’s with Nayeon and she is crazy in love with him, I can’t do that to her.”

“So it’s fake love…..he obviously isn’t in love with her back.”

“It don’t matter….he needs to break things off himself.” You said.

You saw that Jungkook was thinking. “Get ready.”

“Why?”

“Because we are going on a double date.”

-

“I don’t like this, he’s going to be heart broken.” You whispered to Jungkook as you walked up to the diner.

“It’s fine I have a plan.”

What was he planning?

You entered the theater and as soon as Taehyung saw you and Jungkook holding hands his face dropped. He really did like you.

“Hey.” Nayeon greeted. “Why didn’t you tell me he looked like that?” She whispered into your ear.

You just shrugged. This whole thing made you uncomfortable.

“This was our first date.” Nayeon grabbed onto Taehyung’s arm causing you and Jungkook both to roll your eyes. You had such a rage towards Nayeon when she was around Tae.

She always wanted the world to know they were together.

When you found your seats you made a small eye contact with Taehyung. He looked away quickly. He couldn’t even look at you.

You were sat between Nayeon to your left and Jungkook to your right. Taehyung choose to sit as far away from you as possible, more specifically close to the aisle. You felt anxiety.

“Stop worrying.” Jungkook whispered. “He’ll be okay trust me.”

Jungkook made it clear that he didn’t want you saying anything about your feelings. He wanted to convince Taehyung to tell you himself. And to get out of his lousy relationship first.

As the trailers were starting you saw Nayeon fidget in her seat making you draw attention. You saw her scurry her hand over Taehyung’s thigh.

Your heart was beating from your rage. You wished you never had that double date which started their relationship. There you said it.

She was really asking for it. She brought her hand closer to his fly palming the area. Taehyung gave a falsely smile and grabbed her hand to hold instead. It was his sweet way to tell her no.

“What’s wrong?” Jungkook asked.

“Nothing.” You gave a fake smile.

Jungkook leaned forward and looked in the direct you were previously. He saw that Nayeon was once again trying with Tae. You looked over and saw her bring her hand down under his waist line of his jeans.

“I’m going to use the restroom.” He sat up and walking down the aisle. Jungkook nudge you to go after him.

“I have to use it to.” You got up nervously and followed Taehyung’s footsteps. When you entered the lit up hallway, you saw him sitting on one of the benches looking distraught.

“Hey.” You sat down next to him.

He glanced at you but turned away quickly.

“What’s with you?” You poked him. “Why do you hate me?” You said it as a tease but you felt like he really did.

He let out an audible sigh. “Why do we call each other friends when you can’t even talk to me?”

“Tae-”

“My best friend (Y/N)? Why didn’t you tell me.”

You know Jungkook told you not to say anything but you didn’t have to tell him everything.

“I don’t have a crush on Jungkook.”

He looked at you confused.

“Nayeon insisted that I had a crush and wouldn’t shut up about it….so I lied.”

“Why Jungkook?” He asked.

You shrugged. “Jungkook’s my friend and I knew that she never met him so I didn’t think this would happen.”

Taehyung still looked confused. “Your friends are weird Tae.” You giggled.

Finally, he smiled at you.

You leaned your head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around you bringing you closer. You wished he would just be honest with you so you can both be happy.

“Tae.”

“Yeah?”

“I want you to know that you can tell me anything….never hold back the things you keep bottled up, because you’ll regret them later on.”

He looked down at you thinking but said nothing. He was clearly not ready and you understood.

You grabbed his hand that was holding onto you and circled it back so you can hold it properly. You leaned your head back down to enjoy the moment.

“There-”

You both jumped from the voice that ruined the peace. You both looked down the hall seeing Nayeon staring at you both. Her usual brighten up face was no where to be seen.

You couldn’t read her expression but it was definitely serious.

“You’re missing the movie.” She lowered her voice as you and Tae made your way over.

She quickly grabbed Tae’s hand and went back inside leaving you alone. You were taken back from her attitude. Did she think something happened?

The movie wasn’t all that good, its hard for horror movies to be scary now of days.

“I’m gonna run to the bathroom quick.” Nayeon announced. You were staring off into space until she called your name to join her.

What is this high school?

You leaned on the sick waiting patiently for her to finish. When she was done, you almost swear she was glaring at you as she washed her hands.

“Good?” You pursed your lips and turned around.

You jumped from the fact that she grabbed your arm aggressively to stop you from walking out the door.

You raised your eyebrows at her to question her actions.

“Do I really need to warn you to stay away from Tae?” She was acting crazy.

“Excuse me?” You sassed.

“You heard me….your going to stay away from Taehyung from now on.”

“That’s not happening.” You laughed sarcastically. “Did you forget who got you two together?”

“I’m not an idiot (Y/N)…. I know you’re in love with him.”

“You’re crazy.” You tried to turn around again but she stopped you. “Let go of me.” You clenched your jaw.

“It’s funny how you could of easily had him but now that he’s unavailable you want him….wow desperate much?”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You couldn’t believe she was acting this cold towards you.

“I’m being defensive….I’m not gonna let a slut like you take my boyfriend.”

You aggressively got out of her grasp and made your way out of the bathroom in rage.

Walking away you were on the verge of tears. This was your friend. So you thought. How could she act like this?

When you got closer to the boys, they both gave you a questioning look.

“Let’s go.” You tugged Jungkook’s arm.

“Hey what’s wrong?” Taehyung grabbed your hand.

“Nothing’s wrong Tae, but it will be.” You glanced back at Nayeon who was making her way over. Taehyung followed your eyes and when he looked back at you, you were already out the door.

“Are you gonna tell me what’s wrong?” Jungkook asked.

“You were right.” He looked at you. “Shes crazy.”

Jungkook smirked. “I’m worried for Tae, he needs to get away from her.”

Jungkook’s smirk quickly faded. “So new plan….get him to breakup with crazy.”

-

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BTS reaction to their daughter only having male friends

I hope I don’t offend or trigger anyone by these reactions and I understand not all parents are like this.

I’m still on hiatus because i‘m working on stuff but I thought I’d dish out something anyway :)

Jin:

Originally posted by bwiseoks

She was his little princess and he wanted no harm doing to her. Even though he’s not as aggressive as other members, he would still make sure everything is right so when he came to pick up his little girl from school and saw her only standing with guys, he was a bit scared. As he was walking up to her, he would see her laughing with the lads so he couldn’t complain, but when he got home, he would have a little conversation with her mother about his worry.

Namjoon:

Originally posted by jjeonguk

He loved his daughter greatly and only wanted the best for her but when noticed that they only people she talked to were boys, he would be a bit on edge. When he asked his daughter about them, she said that “girls were too annoying to constantly hang around with” at her school and he would understand. If she invited any of them to her place, he would have a nice chat with the boy to make sure he wasn’t bad.

Hoseok:

Originally posted by jaayhope

Would probably be the most considerate dad out of them all and wouldn’t complain too much when he saw that his daughter only talked to lads at her dance school. He was happy that she enjoyed dance so much and he knew that not allowing her to talk to lads, would only make her hate it. However, he would sometimes tease the other male dancers when he came to pick her up from dance practise. 

Yoongi:

Originally posted by fullfangirling27

Compared to the rest of the members, he would be the least chill. Would be the strict and protective dad that wouldn’t want her daughter to be involved with lads until later on. The problem was that he didn’t know they were only her friends and nothing more so when he came to pick his daughter up for the first time from her football club, he was not pleased. Would ask the coach why she was on the boy’s team and not the girls to which he would reply “she said the girl’s football team only wore pink and were scared of the ball plus all her friends are on the boy’s team.” After casually walking over to take his daughter home, he would glare at the rest of the lads and then call you on the way back. “Uhm honey, did you know our daughter is on the boy’s football team?”  After having a talk with you, he would give his daughter a small lecture about being careful.

Jimin:

Originally posted by nnochu

It was late on Saturday and he was cooking dinner when his 12 year old daughter came up to him in the kitchen. “Heyyy dad, is it okay that all my friends are boys?” To that, he would put his knife down, wash his hands and turn to look at her. After a quick convo about how she got along better with boys, he would gently smile and tell her that at least she isn’t doing drugs or having sex with them. She would playfully punch him in the arm and he would carry on cooking, making a mental note to ask her teacher about her behaviour next time he sees them.

Taehyung:

Originally posted by jungkookfortunekookies

Unlike the others, Tae would find out about this whole ordeal through you. He would then take his daughter on a shopping trip to talk about her friends. Wouldn’t be mad she didn’t tell him or that her friends were boys since he could understand why. The other reason why he was fine with it was because he knew one of her friend’s dad so he knew the kids were okay, but would keep checking up on her whenever she had her friends over.

Jungkook:

Originally posted by nnochu

Would be a bit panicked to find out his daughter didn’t really have any female friends. When his little princess told him who she was hanging around with, he would quickly look on Facebook or any social media to make sure they were suitable. Would try his best to kind of scare them but would know when to stop since he didn’t want to daughter to end up friendless. 

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Warnings: cute, a bit of violence? kind of

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In a world where every dating site swears by their algorithms and databases to find the most accurate match with a high percentage of compatibility, a new site is giving them all a run for their money.

Missmatched.com promises no data or algorithm, just a few people that *know* how to find your best match based on their instincts and their vibes.

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Crashing the LWYMMD Set

It was about 5 hours into the second day of her music video shoot for the lead single of her new album, and Taylor was beyond excited for everyone to see what she had been working on. She always knew that when her and Joseph Kahn worked together they could create something next level. Today they were filming the mountain of Taylor’s scene, and it was pretty surreal to walk on set and see a bunch of girls all dressed like her past selves. Versions of herself that she felt so distant from, yet in some ways still connected to after over ten years of her career. So much had happened to her since she had been most of those girls. While part of her wished that she could go back and experience what is was like to be that naive and innocent, she was really grateful for the place that she was in today, even if it took a really hard year of the media and everyone trying to tare her down for her to get to here. In addition to making her feel a little sentimental, it was also a lot of fun. Taylor had a great time talking with the girls and figure out which one of her self was going to fight another version of herself. She knew it was kind of a crazy concept, but also perfect for the message of the music video.

After they finished filming the first look, Joseph suggested that they all take a short break since Taylor needed to go change into her Junior Jewels tshirt and pajama pants for her next look. While she was changing, she looked down at her phone and noticed a text from her boyfriend, Joe. 

“Hey babe, I wanna come visit you on set! I’m already on my way and I’ll be there in a couple of minutes so you can’t say no now ;)”

 She couldn’t help but smile and role her eyes at Joe’s words. She had been debating letting him come to the set to see her at all. Part of her wanted to make him wait to see the video once it was completely finished in order to make it more of a big surprise. She also kind of loved torturing him a little by making him wait like everyone else to get to see the finished project. But at the same time, she really wanted to see him and it made her heart melt to think that he genuinely cared and really wanted to be there to see her and support her in something that was going to be huge for her career. Apparently Joe made the choice for her and was coming to visit her whether she approved or not, which she was secretly pretty happy about.

 “Okay fine, I guess since you’re already on your way I’ll allow it this time. See you soon babe” Taylor quickly responded.

 After she finished changing, she walked back out on set wearing plaid pajama pants, a new and improved junior jewels tshirt, and glasses with her hair pulled back into a messy ponytail. This was by far the most comfortable look of the whole video. All of the different versions of Taylor were scattered around the set chatting, drinking water, and eating some snacks from craft service, while Joseph was busy looking at the footage that they had shot earlier in the day.

 Taylor walked up to Joseph to see how the earlier shots had turned out and was pleased with what she saw for the most part. She could tell that this video was going to look amazing once it was all edited together.

 “Do you want start filming the next scene soon?” Joseph asked while still staring intently at the computer screen.

 “In a couple of minutes. Joe just texted me and told me his was stopping by to visit, and he should be here any second. So I’ll just quickly say hi to him for a minute and then we can get back to work.”

 Just as Taylor finished her sentence, she looked up and saw Joe walking in. She couldn’t help but laugh at the look on his face as he glanced around slightly confused at seeing all of the many different versions of Taylor. He finally made eye contact with the real Taylor and made his way over to his girlfriend. Taylor immediately greeted him with a big hug and a quick kiss.

 “I didn’t know I would be visiting so many of you today” Joe remarked

 “Well I guess I did get to give you a bit of a surprise then” Taylor laughed

 Taylor could feel the eyes of everyone else on the set watching her and Joe’s interaction, so she decided that she should introduce him to everyone else. They walked over closer to where the many other Taylors were all hanging out.

 “So this is my boyfriend Joe, he decided to crash the set today” Taylor explained as she shot Joe a playful look.

 “Sorry I couldn’t resist” Joe shot back as he placed his arm around her and pulled her into him kissing her temple.

 All of the other girls laughed and said hi back to Joe.

 “Well these are all of the different versions of me throughout the years as you can see. Is it weird seeing a ton of different Taylor’s from before you even knew me?” Taylor asked

 “Well I’m actually pretty familiar with this Taylor” Joe responded with a smirk while looking over at his pajama-clad girlfriend. “In fact I would say this is the Taylor I’ve spent the most time with, except normally you’re just stealing one of my tshirts and now you’ve made your own” Joe shot back.

 Taylor playfully hit his arm but couldn’t help but laugh. He wasn’t wrong, a lot of the time that they had spent together in the past several months of their relationship had consisted of chilling in the house that she was renting in London, while watching never ending Netflix marathons and cuddling. To he honest, she loved that. She loved not having to worry about dressing up and doing her hair and makeup and always having to be so perfect and put together for him. He genuinely just loved spending time with her, and it was so nice to just relax and have some normalcy in their relationship.

 “Is this your way of telling me I need to try a little harder more often and change out of my pajamas every once in awhile?” Taylor asked

“Of course not babe, I think you look cute in your pajamas, and you are welcome to steal my tshirts whenever you want” Joe replied with a wink.

 By now all of the different Taylors and Joseph had were all laughing in amusement at the couple’s conversation.

 “Okay love birds, as much as I would love to continue discussing Taylor’s wardrobe choices, I think we should probably start shooting the next look if we want to get everything that we need to done today. Don’t worry you can tell her how beautiful she is when she looks like a mess later.” Joseph spoke up.

 “Hey!,” Taylor shot back pretending to be offended before agreeing, “Okay you’re right, lets start filming then.” She then turned to Joe, telling him,  “Babe if you want to stay a little bit longer and watch you can go sit over there. My mom should be back soon anyways, so you can talk to her while we film.”

 “Of course I’m planning on staying to watch. I want to see all my Taylor’s in action” Joe joked before stealing a quick kiss and walking over to sit down on the side of the set.

 Joe couldn’t wipe the smile off of his face as he watched Taylor in her element, being goofy and cute while fighting with the other versions of herself. The fact that she even seemed incredibly excited about being kicked in the face by another Taylor was super endearing, and it showed how much she loved doing this. He could tell that she truly enjoyed her job, even though there were definitely some hard aspects of it.

 He continued watching her and caught up with Andrea once she returned and took a seat next to him. They couldn’t help but laugh as Taylor continued to act out the scenes. He was so happy just watching her that he didn’t even realize he had already been there for hours. He heard Joseph say “that’s a wrap, we’re done for the night,” distracting him from his conversation with Andrea.

 Once they decided to stop for the night, Taylor immediately ran over to where Joe and her mom were seated and gave them both a big hug, before turning to Joe and remarking,

 “I can’t believe you actually stayed for the whole shoot. You just sat and watched me act like a complete dork for hours. You really didn’t have to stay the whole time.”

 “I wanted to stay, it was fun to get to see you working. Plus you just looked so cute as your 18 year old band geek self, how was I supposed to leave?” Joe teased, causing Taylor to blush a little bit as she laughed at his remark.

 Her mom cut in, commenting, “I happen to agree, I think that she has always been super adorable at every age” she joked. “You looked great today honey! I can’t wait to see the final video when it’s finished!”

 “Speaking of that, we should probably head home because it’s already super late and I have to be back early tomorrow morning, so I should probably go get some sleep tonight” Taylor noted.

 “Well I drove here so I can just drive us back if you want to have one of the guys drop your mom at home,” Joe suggested.

 Taylor looked over at her mom before asking, “Mom is that cool with you?”

 “That sounds good honey. I’ll see you tomorrow morning. Go get some rest.” Andrea responded hugging both Taylor and Joe before turning to leave.

 The couple then proceeded to walk out to Joe’s car hand in hand laughing and joking about the day. Taylor couldn’t help but smile at how normal this felt. Walking out to the car with her boyfriend to drive home. There were no cameras or paparazzi at the moment, and she was beyond grateful to have Joe in her life.

 Once they got in the car Joe immediately reached out to hold on to her hand and she looked up at him and said “thank you for coming today. Really it meant a lot to me” with an obvious sense of sincerity. “Of course babe, I wouldn’t miss it. Now lets get you home, so you can get some rest.”

Mutual Comfort

[[ TONY HUGS BABIES IN ORPHANAGES? I AM HERE FOR THIS! ]]

He’s been up for almost two days when Tony slouches up to the door of his favourite Orphanage. It’s a small, ratty little house you could walk past without giving it a second look. The door is faded, once white paint, edged in a cheerful yellow. It has one of those old door knockers that Tony simultaneously loves and hates; he loves the drama of a door knocker, but hates the way it reminds him of big, empty mansions and broken promises.

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Apple Girl Pt.1

I randomly thought this up, and I actually like where this is headed more than my other story lol. Hope you guys enjoy <3


The store clerk was giving Paula a hard time again. Every time we ever went into the record store he would badger us without fail. Trying to push us to buy more than we could afford.

“Sir,” I shot my eyes to her in fear . She has the worst temper for a 16 year old girl. I can only imagine what she’ll conjure up.

“Could you please give us some space. We know what were looking for and we don’t need any assistance.” He eyed both of us head to toe. Putting both hands in the air in surrender,
“Well I’m over here if you can’t find your way”

 "Oh we will, thank you.“
She pushed a caustic smile at him rolled her eyes and went back to shuffling through the records.Her finger nails filed through the bin so fast her nail polish started to chip right on the edges.
 

"Paula you don’t think there all gone do you? I will be so devastated I just need this album I just..”

“Renee, enough. Look at me,” she grabbed both of my shoulders positioning me in front of her,

“We will get it I promise. If i have to go to Jimmy Page himself. Were going to get this album.”
I only let out a small laugh, I felt defeated. All I wanted was the album, and I knew it would be gone by the time school was out.

“ Paula what about the store on main st.? Could it be there?” She kept flicking through the music without hesitation of my inquiry.

“Renee, why don’t you start looking through that box over there. Take a deep breath, and look.”
I scuffed my shoes on the floor slinging my arms at my side making my way over to the box. I knew it wouldn’t be in there.I lazily flopped my hand onto the first record flicking it back with only one finger, nope. nope.. nope… This is hopeless.

“Paula lets just go home. I don’t even want to look anymore it’s just a waste of time.”
She sighed and rubbed her eyes with her thumb pinching the bridge of her nose in defeat.

“I can’t believe you want to give up. This isn’t just another album Renee this is Houses of the Holy were talking about. This is definitive of our music experience that we get this and you just want to give up?”

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I redid lighting on some of my darker icons tonight and I just have to share this shot BECAUSE LOOK HOW HAPPY AND CONTENT THEY ARE. both smiling, both quiet, both half closed eyes because sleepy also, and just look how much ned envelops her, like not just one hand totally enveloping her shoulder and holding her tightly to him, but his other hand holds her elbow, just to make sure she’s all safely tucked in, and then she is literally lay entirely on him, she isn’t even using he bed, and just the closeness and the way she is all cosy scrunched and the hand resting on his bare chest, not the dressing gown or anything, but his skin, his flesh, just so she’s touching him constantly. 

this is just such a happy picture. @handofhonor

sasapodkopayevawieber  asked:

I made myself sad by thinking about how James would look at Elizabeth if he heard her hoist the colors speech

Gentlemen,” said the Pirate King, and James could not help but smile at the way her subjects clung to the word, feverishly awaiting their orders.  Elizabeth always could command a room’s attention; she was no less fearsome on a quarterdeck (a phenomenon which he had been rather familiar with himself).  Even here…even now…he could feel himself under the same old spell.  He knew not why whatever was left of him had been granted this moment of consciousness, but James Norrington thanked heaven with all his soul as Elizabeth’s eyes came to rest right on him, the awaited order falling from her lips:

“Hoist the colours.”

And as his beloved stood framed against the sea and sky, the proud commander complete at last, James knew why he had been allowed this vision.

“What shall we die for?”

To be able to see you where your heart truly lies.

anonymous asked:

Deadly Chaser suffers from hanahaki disease, but doesn't know who he has feelings for. Or if he even has feelings at all.

“It’s a magical disease.”

“A what?” Chung rasps, then he coughs again, retching up rotten flowers.  Aisha steps away and nods sadly.

“A magical disease,” she repeats.  “Hanahaki.  It’s caused when a love spell goes wrong on a massive scale. The only way to cure it is to confess to the person you love, and for them to accept your confession.”

“Hanahaki.”  Chung has never heard that word before.  For a moment, he considers Aisha is making it up, but… what reason would she have to make it up?

He smiles at her as much as he can.  “Thanks.  Is there any way to stop the symptoms?”

“I’ll check.”  With a last look at him, she makes her exit.  The door closes.  Chung coughs up more flowers, then slumps to the pillows in his floral-scented room, defeated.

He loves nobody.  There’s nobody he can think of, other than his father, that has his love - and that’s not at all romantic.

If he can’t confess, what hope is there for him?

Risking it all in a glance

“Draco… Draco.” 

His father’s voice sounded strained, almost like a scared whisper. He hesitantly stretched out his arm, his hand balled into a fist. Draco swallowed hard as several heads turned towards him, watched him. He was sure they all expected him to walk across the courtyard without hesitation. It was where he belonged after all.

All these years he had done as his father had said. He hadn’t defied him once. But now, everything in him screamed to stay where he was, not to go to his father. It came too late. What was the point in defying him now?

Harry Potter was dead. There was no hope left.

“Draco.”

Draco’s eyes darted to his mother. Her voice rang through him and immediately found its way to his heart, squeezing it violently. She took a step forward, smiling at him almost sadly.

“Come.”

Hesitating only a second longer, Draco started moving, his head bowed. He didn’t dare to look anyone in the eye.

Harry Potter was dead. What was the point in fighting?

Draco’s body went rigid when the Dark Lord enveloped him in his arms.

“Well done, Draco,” he whispered into his ear. Draco thought he was going to be sick. Silently, he made his way to his parents, avoiding his father’s waiting arms and grasping his mother’s hand instead.

He tried to suppress a sob when his eyes fell on Potter’s lifeless body, held tight by the half-giant. It made him want to scream, to sink to his knees and beg the heavens to return him. What were they supposed to do without Potter now? What was Draco supposed to do without him?

For the rest of his life, he would be haunted by the knowledge that the last time he had seen Harry Potter alive, the Gryffindor had saved his life, had saved him from the Fiendfyre. And what had Draco done? He had simply grabbed his wand when it had fallen out of Potter’s hand and had made a run for it.

His hand tightened around the wood, making his knuckles go white. It didn’t even feel like his wand anymore. It only reminded him of what he had done. It disgusted him.

He could barely listen as Longbottom stepped forward and told them it didn’t matter that Potter was dead. His heart gave another violent squeeze. He wished he could go back in time. Draco doubted it was in his power to save Potter, but he should have at least told him that he… that he…

Draco saw something sparkly out of the corner of his eyes when suddenly chaos erupted. Longbottom was holding something; it looked like a sword. Draco looked around, taking in the shocked faces of the Death Eaters. That’s when he finally saw it; Potter, jumping out of the half-giant’s arms. In this mere second, Draco’s whole world shifted. It was as if time was standing still. Potter was crouching on the ground, his face full of determination.

Draco’s mind was completely blank. He didn’t think, he didn’t question it when his feet started moving of their own accord.

“Potter!” His voice was choked, desperate. The feeling only intensified when their eyes met. Draco hadn’t thought he’d ever see those eyes again. It made him shiver. He didn’t think about repercussions, about what his parents would say, what the Dark Lord might do to him. How could he, when Harry Potter was alive?

Without a moment’s hesitation, he lifted his arm above his head and threw his wand with all his might. His heart hammered wildly against his chest as he watched Potter catch it mid-air.

They were saved. He was saved.

Even though relief flooded through him, at this point, Draco really didn’t care what happened to him anymore. He had experienced what it meant to lose  nearly everything.

Harry Potter was alive and that was all that mattered.


So, quick intermission because there’s this song you could listen to real quick. Yes, this was indeed inspired by a song originally sung by the Backstreet Boys lol. BUT can you honestly listen to it and tell me this is not one of the most drarry songs you’ve ever heard? I can’t believe I hadn’t noticed before! So, with that in mind, the story continues…


It was quick, fleeting, but it made Harry stop dead, the air completely knocked out of his lungs. Grey eyes, hesitant, sad, locked with his.

Someone bumped into him, breaking the eye contact. Harry whirled around, the shopping bag in his hand hitting the wizard beside him in the back.

“Sorry,” Harry mumbled. He quickly turned his head back down Diagon Alley, searching for grey eyes but there were just too many people.

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Katara’s Time

It had been a long time since Katara had thought about the ancient fortuneteller that she and her husband had met nearly a century ago. But she had never forgotten the words Aunt Wu had said;

You will have your third great-grandchild before quietly passing away in your sleep.


At fourteen she hadn’t given these words much thought but now at the age of one-hundred it was all she could think about.

She was the last of her friends to go. Her brother had been the first. It had been a warriors death like he had always wanted, protecting Republic City from its first invasion that had become a common occurrence to Katara over years. She didn’t think she could survive the pain that his death had brought her, until she experienced it four more times.

Next was her husband. After saving the world, building a city and raising their three children it was easy to forget that the avatar wasn’t invincible, especially since he’d brought up Bumi and lived to tell the tale. But although scars fade they never truly go away including ones forever scorched into his back that she healed herself. It’s better this way he told her as injuries that no child should ever have obtained finally caught up to his health. He died happily knowing that this time he was leaving the world in time of peace instead of a war. It had been over thirty years since his death yet she missed him more with everyday. Often she would find herself looking at the new avatar, smiling to herself when she recognised her late husband inside her.

Toph was too stubborn to die. She fought to the last agonising breathe but eventually the calling of the spirits was too much for even her and she passed away slowly, her two daughters by her side with family feuds long forgotten. At her funeral Katara was finally allowed to tell her niece the secret shed kept hidden for nearly sixty years.

Last to leave was The Fire Lord himself. At ninety-eight he had been the last person alive during the one hundred year war, besides herself. Except for herself there was now no one left to tell the story of their adventures first hand. They were now officially part of history. She could still remember the day he invaded her village. It was impossible to think back then that somehow this man would become one of her greatest friends. The two had spent a lot of time together in their later years, both needing friendship after the deaths of their spouses. It difficult to imagine life without The Fire Lord but she knew that Izumi would do him proud.

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“It’s a girl!” Katara cried happily as she birthed her eldest grandchild’s youngest daughter. Jinora smiled an exhausted but joyous smile as she was passed life she helped create. Kai wrapped his arms gently around his wife while their other two children Pema II and Gyatso peered curiously at their new baby sister.

Suddenly the small room became crowded with people as everyone that Katara had grown to call family entered. Her son and his wife rushed towards their daughter with loving open arms, frantically checking that both she and her baby were alright. Tenzin placed a comforting hand on Kai’s shoulder having finally forgiving him getting his daughter pregnant at eighteen making his son-in-law glow with acceptance. Ikki, Meelo and Rohan came next, their tattoos shining brightly against their skin. They gave her encouraging looks before moving aside to let their honorary older sister see. Korra bended the elements in a small ring around the baby’s head making her eyes widen in awe. Asami laughed gently at her wife’s antics whilst their son Hiroshi stood unimpressed besides them. Suyin and her children entered next having officially become part of the family. They lovingly presented their cousin with a showering of gifts and Sokka II looked confused from Opal’s arms at the sight of another baby. Kya tried unsuccessfully to coax Lin inside who stubbornly stood outside with Mako and Wu who despite having two children of their own where still terrified at the sight of babies.

Katara sat down with a sigh as the healing chamber became too crowed, not that she’d have it any other way. She knew she could never tire of seeing the way a family comes together at the birth of a baby.

“What you gonna call her?” Hiroshi asked from where he was standing next to Pema II making the young girl blush.

Jinora shared a look with her husband before turning to look bashfully at her grandmother.

“Katara.” She said hopefully.

At her age Katara thought she was too old to be shocked but at these words she found her eyes widen. But at her granddaughter’s regretful look her eyes eyes softened into a smile.

“I’m honoured.” She said suddenly feeling a great weight had passed through her.

“Are you alright Mum?” Bumi said coming over to her. “Maybe you should lie down.”

She rolled her eyes.

“I’ve been delivering babies since I was twelve years old, it’s going to take more than that to tire me out.”

Despite her words she retired to her room thinking of the adventure known as her life. It hadn’t been easy and their where parts she’d rather forget but hearing the cry of the newest member of family made everything worth it.

She went to sleep to the sound of her families’ cries of joy and Aunt Wu’s prophecy.

She awoke to welcoming tone of her husbands voice.

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“The answer is yes,” Sam interjected from beside his glowering brother. “He’s had a ring for months.”

“Come on, man–”

“You have a ring?” Jody interrupted, sitting forward and smiling wide now. “What, do you just carry it around with you all the time? That’s adorable.”

“What? No! I don’t carry it–no,” Dean said, turning his frown on Sam who was nodding at Jody.

“Empty your pockets for us then, Dean,” Jody grinned. Dean stood up, wiping his hands on his jeans and shaking his head.

“You two are ridiculous. I’m not scared to propose to Y/N; we’ve been together forever. I’m just–I’m waiting for the right moment.”

“Sure. World could be ending any day the way things are going, I can see why you’d want to take your time,” Jody said. Dean stared at her a moment before reaching to grab a few more pieces of pizza.

“These are for Y/N. I’m done having this conversation with you,” he announced as he turned to walk away.

“Might still be asleep!” Jody called after him. 

“Don’t care,” Dean called back. Jody waited for the bedroom door down the hall to open gently and shut again before she looked to Sam, eyebrows raised over a smile.

“He’s in deep,” she said, and Sam just laughed.

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Imagine Jody Teasingly Asking Dean If He’s Ever Going to Propose to You, and Actually Getting an Answer

More imagines!

More Dean!

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i let you go, annie

Borrowed Time

The series where Harry is mute

Part 1

Masterlist linked in bio


Y/n never went back home. Instead, she spends winter break in the confines of Harry’s apartment—wrapped up in between his bedsheets to keep warm.

The usually cold and brutal winter that always made their skin numb is now warm to them—skin always accompanied by one another’s and feeling more than ever before. And with the mix of never ending company and the feel of the music that always seems to be playing in his apartment, they couldn’t have asked for a better way to start off their relationship.

They never do anything extravagant—never do anything that could take time away from one another. It’s in their simplicity do they find a sense of comfort throughout the festive season. They feel happiest in their own little world—away from everything and everyone, just focusing on them being together without any distractions.

With being so consumed by one another, they’ve learned more about each other than ever before—spending most days watching their favorite movies and baking new recipes they found in Harry’s favorite Christmas cookbook and spending the nights cuddled up against one another as Y/n somehow finds new things to talk about.

Each day, they fall in love with each other all over again. It’s as if their hearts unravel and trap each other in—giving them no means of escape, but neither of them want to.

Whenever she spends the night at his apartment, Harry has to spend nearly an hour each morning just to fight her from getting out of bed. It’s become a routine, Harry having to pull her from the edge of the bed so that he can cradle her back in his arms while she giggles and mumbles some excuses he doesn’t have the energy to listen to.

He just really, really, really loves the feel of her first thing in the morning, especially when the brutal feel of the blistering winds finds its way to his apartment. She’s much warmer than usual and her eyes are brighter and always glistened against the sun. Her lips, too—they are always so much fuller somehow that even in his mild awareness, he finds himself kissing them before he finally lets her slip away from the comfort of the sheets.

But this morning—this morning is different.

After a Christmas night filled with passion and inexperienced intimacy, Harry really doesn’t want to let her go. He’d much rather feel her uncovered body up against his all morning—soaking each other up and holding one another until the sun sets into the night.

It just sounds so right, to keep each other near and close after giving each other their last bit of innocence. Everything they had to offer one another was taken and used to make them whole, so that’s how they should be—together and whole for as long as they possibly can.

But when Harry feels Y/n begin to stir her way out of his arms, he knows she has very different plans.

And he’s just not having it.

He whimpers in his slumbered state, pulling her back against his chest with eyes half-lidded and breathing still steady. He’s holding onto her like never before, refusing to feel her side of the bed empty. He needs her, her, her, anywhere and everywhere as long as it’s with him. And despite having every bit of her last night, he hasn’t gotten enough and he needs her more.

She giggles softly against his neck, gingerly kissing the exposed skin as her fingers run along his jaw. She can already feel him falling back asleep from her touch, a content sigh leaving his lips at their closeness.

“Love, I gotta get up. Y’know me, can’t stay in bed once I’m awake.”

He groans as he shakes his head, somehow filling up the smallest of empty spaces between them and tucking his head into her shoulder. His nose is right up against her skin and he can smell her usual scent—vanilla and lavender from her usual body wash but much more filthy than usual.

She giggles again when she feels his bottom lip poke at her shoulder, her fingers reaching to his hair as she combs through it.

“Oh, none of that, H.” She tisks, thumbing the very exaggerated pout on his lips. “I’ll be right downstairs, won’t be going anywhere far.”

He rolls his body off of her, his back hitting against the mattress with a whine. His eyes remain closed but there’s a very noticeable furrow between his brows, and Y/n begins to wonder what he’s so worried about.

She frowns down at him, observing the rise of his goosebumps from the morning cold on his bare chest. It looks empty and lifeless without her head upon it, and though his body is no stranger to her, there’s something about it that seems much more inviting and she yearns to keep it closer than ever.

And she gets it—she gets his exaggerated whining and the worry in his eyes. After everything that happened to them the night before, he can’t leave her—he can't—and that’s exactly what she’s doing to him, even if it’s only a floor away.

Almost as if to reassure him, she goes with the feel of her heart and decides to spend the next couple hours of the freezing morning right beside him.


Harry loves watching Y/n in her most natural hours.

Her chest and elbows are leaning against the surface of the kitchen counter, one hand holding a mug of coffee while the other flips the pages of her favorite poetry book. Her upper body is clad with Harry’s favorite sweatshirt—ending right at the end of her underwear—leaving her legs exposed and on full display for all of Harry to see.

Despite her hair fully knotted and having an overall disheveled look to her, Harry decides that she looks best this way—in a way nobody other than him has gotten the chance to see—as if she was made for his eyes only.

And he has never seen such a beautiful sight in his life as she looks at him with the softest and most delicate of eyes, a small smile resting on her lips at his presence. Every bit of her looks inviting—like a place of comfort Harry could forever shield himself in.

She’s become so much more than his girlfriend—so much more than someone to call his own—she’s become his muse and his home, his haven and everything in between.

“You always look at me with longing even when I’m right here with you.”

He blinks at her, watching as her cheeks flush with pink under the watch of his amused eyes, loving how easily tranced he becomes in her.

She’s never been confident in herself. Ever since she was a little girl, she used her friendliness to somehow distract people from what she truly felt on the inside. She never truly touched base with her insecurities and never wanted to, so she always found ways to push the most damaging thoughts in the back of her head.

But Harry changed everything. He made her feel beautiful and loved in every way possible, she almost doesn’t understand how he could have so much of that love in him—especially for her. From the way he holds her all throughout the night to the small kisses and gestures whenever he has the chance, she feels it everywhere and she almost feels it in herself.

His sheepish smile confirms her statement, knowing fully that there will never be a moment he doesn’t want her, no matter where she is.

He walks slowly over to her, the smile never fading from his lips and the blush creeping back to Y/n’s cheeks as she turns her body to stretch her arms out at him. It’s the smallest moments like this that make them grateful for the kind of love they share—together.

He presses his lips to hers tenderly when he feels her fingers run across his stomach, his own fingers pushing the material of his sweatshirt up towards her breasts so that he can brush against the swell of them.

“Beautiful.” He whispers, quickly returning back to her lips as they softly release a whimper from the detachment.

She tastes so good—a mix of bitter and sweet from her coffee, leaving his mouth wanting more and more with each passing second. And what was supposed to be innocent turned to lust before they knew it—their movements much more haste and impatient.

In the midst of their desperation, Harry pushes her hips further against the edge of the counter, fingers digging into her skin as his mouth parts open with hers. They both moan into one another, completely consumed by the feeling of their relentless hands and feverish kisses.

Her hands are against his stomach, rubbing along his torso when he hitches her legs around his waist, leaving Harry in control of whatever it is that’s unfolding. Her squeal turns into a moan when his hips collide with hers, the friction making her head spin and body yearn for more.

He feels her hands creep toward the waistband of his sweatpants while his hands bundle up the sweatshirt over her breasts so that they’re fully exposed to him—revealing the most delicate parts of her.

And right as his lips attach to the valley of them, the ringing of the telephone breaks them from their moment.

“H—Harry, the phone.” Y/n gasps.

But he shows no sign of stopping when his teeth sink into an already bruised hickie from the night before, leaving her with shaking fingers between his hair and withering from the soreness. And he really can’t stop, because she feels like no other and she’s so addicting in every way possible. He wants her all to himself.

The answering machine almost dissolves into pure background noise for the both of them, too caught up in the moment.

“Hi, Harry, it’s your mum.”

Only five words and Harry feels the air being knocked right out of his lungs—seizing all his movements and thoughts as Y/n is left completely confused and panting upon the kitchen counter.

"I know it’s been a while and a lot has ended quite messy, but your father does miss you and well—we all miss you, Harry. We would really love for you to come over for dinner tonight as a late Christmas celebration. You don’t have to, but we’ll have an extra seat for you. And—uh—I love you so much. I wish you the best. Please call me soon.”

It’s as if the world around him is spinning faster than ever before—his brain overwhelmed with scrambled thoughts and ears ringing from the anxiety.

There would have been nothing to prepare him for this moment. He never thought he’d ever see his father again—much less be invited back over to his house after everything that’s happened. It’s been so long, he genuinely thought it was over—he thought all of the pain and fear was over, but his biggest nightmare is coming to life and he feels sick to his stomach.

His father is why he’s like this—mute and anxious in social situations. If his dad hadn’t repeatedly torn him down for never being good enough—hadn’t made him believe nobody would ever talk to a little shy boy—he would have probably gained the confidence to speak the more he matured.

But because his father shunned him for being shy and never making any friends, Harry was terrified of what people would think of him if he ever did make friends. Because if his own father didn’t love him, how could anybody else?

Y/n notices the tears in his eyes and his shallow breathing, which she’s quick to mend when her hands reach up to his cheeks. They’re hot and flushed, but all for the wrong reasons.

She frowns, lips peppering small kisses along his face in an attempt to bring him back to her. She doesn’t know much—or really anything—about Harry’s family life; all she knows is that she has never seen a picture of them in his house or any validation that he ever truly had one.

But as she catches the glimpse of fear in his eyes and the small quivering of his lips, he knows very well that there must have been something that went wrong. And even if she doesn’t know what it is that he went through, she knows that if he decides to do this or not, she’ll be right there with him.

“You’re scared.” She whispers, thumbs rubbing against his cheeks softly. “What is it you’re afraid of, baby? Talk to me, please.”

He squeezes his eyes shut, his lips pursing together as loose tears fall from his eyes.

He’s never talked about his family problems and because all of this has happened so quickly, his words get trapped in his throat. To genuinely talk about his family and come to terms with his emotions seems all too much for him, especially when it’s hard for him to speak in the first place.

Y/n clicks her tongue while shaking her head softly, wrapping her around his neck as he nests his cheek into her shoulder. His muscles instantly relax in her arms and has a sense of clarity in her comfort, but there’s still an undeniable thumping in his chest that just can’t seem to go away.

“You don’t have to talk about this, love, but maybe this will be good for you. You know, to test the waters with your family. Maybe this could help you in the long run.”

And he wants to believe her—he really, really fucking wants to believe her—but he knows he can’t. Anywhere in his father’s path is detrimental to Harry’s social anxiety and he knows it’ll only make this worse for him in the long run.

“Y/n.” Harry groans, detaching her arms from his neck so that he can stand properly. His teeth are grit and eyes are distant—looking anywhere but her own and he swallows thickly around his words. “There’s a reason I don’t talk to anybody.”

His words are cracked and desperate—like a plea for Y/n to understand that this is different, that there will never be a day he’ll be able to face his problems. There have been too many times he’s found his way back and he always walks away with a damaged heart.

Y/n watches the way his fingers fiddle around one another and how he can’t stand still, it’s like watching the battle in Harry’s head and watching him fall apart from it.

And no matter how much she loves him now—the way he is now, even without much speaking—she doesn’t want to watch him suffer for the rest of his life. He’s the most undeserving man, he deserves the world and she knows he does.

His heart is nothing but pure and damaged—in need of mending and love. It’s the best part of him, really. It’s what brought them together and she feels the need to protect it at all costs.

He doesn’t feel it, though. He doesn’t feel what his heart has to offer and doesn’t see how it makes him so strong. He only sees himself as a ruin—a lost cause with nothing left to fight for, and he doesn’t deserve it. After what he’s been through, she needs him to understand that he is so much more than he thinks he is.

Because he is—he really is—no matter what he believes.

She holds his head in her hands to distract him from his consuming thoughts. His eyes shift in her gaze as he lets out a small breath.

“I just think it’ll be best to try again. I know—I see how hard it is for you to live the way that you do and I want to be here for you through everything. Things could be different this time—things could actually end well and you might be able to push through this. Because I know you, Harry, more than anybody else right now and I know you can push through this.”

She presses her forehead against his with a sigh leaving her lips, her thumbs running along his knuckles.

“And if there is any point you feel uncomfortable or upset, we can walk right out and leave. Just know that I will be there for you no matter what, okay? Just asking for you to try.”

It’s because she sounds so sure of herself that Harry actually agrees to go to the dinner. He knows that if it were a matter of him going alone, he would never even consider it. But knowing she is going to be right by his side—holding his hand through it all—maybe he doesn’t have to be so scared.

Maybe, it’ll actually be different this time.


It’s not different.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, it’s really not any different than he expected it to be.

Upon their arrival, Harry’s mum and sister nearly fainted from seeing him at the front door. They thought their invitation would go dismissed, like the way Harry’s ignored them for the past three years. But looking at him for the first time in what felt like forever, they were nothing short of thrilled.

And to make it even better, he brought a girl. Harry was holding her hand tightly, keeping her tucked right into his side so that he could feel her with every step he took.

Anne and Gemma swore they had never seen something so heartwarming in their life—to the point where tears sprung from their eyes and arms flinging around their bodies. Y/n didn’t even have to introduce herself properly for them to love and approve of her, anybody who gets Harry to open up—in any way possible—is enough for them.

He was calm when it was just the four of them, Harry watching Y/n hit it off with his family so effortlessly. He noticed the fondness in all their eyes and this was how he wanted it to be forever.

But once they sat down for dinner, Harry knew something was about to happen.

His father didn’t acknowledge neither him nor Y/n in the slightest. Instead, he acted as if they weren’t there and only carried conversations with the rest of his family. And Harry wasn’t sure if he preferred it that way or not—wasn’t sure if he’d rather have his father at least notice him and hate him or have his father neglect him.

Y/n was trying to make the best out of the situation and he could tell. She found her way to the conversations even if his father didn’t respond to her, and still remained her perky self while doing so. She seemed unfazed through it all, almost like she didn’t feel the overwhelming amount of tension that surrounded the room.

She does it for him, though. She knew that if she showed just how uncomfortable his father was making her—he’d never be able to survive this dinner. She had to play strong enough for his sake.

But now that dinner has passed by and all that’s left are empty plates of food and mindless mingling, Harry feels nothing short of uncomfortable and misplaced under his father’s glare. It’s as if he’s waiting for Harry to speak out in the conversation, or do much of anything to make his presence known.

Y/n can see the soft shaking of Harry’s head and can feel the sweat on his palms with each passing second—just waiting for the end of the night so that they can go home and be alone at last.

“You know, Y/n, I never thought Harry would have a girlfriend.”

It’s the first time tonight his father spoke to Y/n directly, making the conversation she was having with Gemma come to a pause as she looked over at him with confusion. There’s a small pout on her lips as she tilts her head in question, almost unsure as to what he was implying. He has no expression on his face, only a small scoff and disapproving look in his eyes.

“How so? He’s lovely, any girl would be very lucky to have him. I’m just happy it’s me who does.”

Her fingers squeeze his thigh under the tablecloth; as if to tell him that there’s nothing to worry about. If his father wants to try hard enough to get to Harry, he has to try to get through her, first.

His father grumbles, his eyes shifting away from hers. The tenseness is his body seems to lighten, though, when an almost sadistic laugh falls from his lips—finding whatever he’s thinking quite amusing and entertaining.

“Isn’t it disheartening? Doesn’t it get boring, to be with a little boy who can’t even get his mouth to open? You seem to be a very intelligent, mature lady—I can tell by the way you talk. Don’t you think it’s a man’s purpose to be with somebody like you?”

Harry squeezes his eyes shut, trying to silence the sudden voices in his head and focus on the feel of Y/n’s tightening hand.

All the childhood fights, all the times Harry had crawled underneath his bed during the night to get away from it all, and all the times Harry almost had the guts to speak up for himself only to be shut down from his father are all replaying in Harry’s head.

The anxiety creeps to his bones and in his muscles, straining him of all that’s left of his strength and leaving him with nothing but a shaking body and lack of control. Every part of him that felt alive before all of this is slowly dying at the seems—ready to be ripped out on his father’s account.

In any other situation, Y/n would have kept her mouth shut if it meant getting the support and approval of Harry’s family. But this—the way he’s talking about Harry as if he’s not right next to her, disrespecting him for something beyond his control is just not okay with her.

She’d rather stand up for the man she loves and believes in instead of watching him suffer in silence—the way his mum and sister are—with fear.

“Harry may not be a man of many words, but he’s the best thing I’ve got. There is so much more to him than his voice. There is so much more to him than you will ever know because you decided to be a shit father and give up on him without giving him a chance. He holds so much more potential than you could ever see, and that’s what’s wrong here. Harry’s not the problem, him being mute is not the problem, it’s you. Because why is it that everybody else can accept him and love him for who he is besides you?!”

The aftermath of her words silences everything around them. Nobody moves, nobody dares makes a sound besides their harsh breathing, because there could be something that makes either one of them snap and nobody wants to be the one to do so.

Y/n’s hands are in fists upon the table, eyes locked with his in fury and jaw so tight she almost doesn’t even look like herself. She’s turned into an entirely different woman with just the thought of Harry getting into harm’s way.

And although Harry really wants to show her appreciation for her words, he’s too panicked that he’s going to die from not being able to fucking breathe.

The silence is overwhelming, but Y/n is not giving up on him—on Harry. He had to live through this for far too long and she’s not allowing it anymore. He deserves better than this treatment—deserves better than to be looked down upon by somebody who’s supposed to be his provider.

“He’s the best thing you’ve got, yeah?”

His father is playing with his bottom lip, eyes narrowed and eyes in the same unpleasant manner as before. His voice is softer, though, more understanding than before and they both don’t know what to expect out of the conversation.

Y/n nods without hesitation, “He is.”

He watches as Y/n looks more determined and positive as ever, not a doubt or a trace of a lie in her features.

She means it—with her whole heart—she means it and she’ll never let anybody make her go back on her word. And she doesn’t have to say it twice, because Harry knows she’s genuine when she says it.

“You must have a very pathetic life, then.”

Harry’s eyes don’t move from their trance on the table—his body doesn’t make a move under his words. This is just how it always ends, and he just don’t know why he still fucking comes back here every goddamn time.

His throat is tight and his eyes are filled with tears. His skin is full of sweat and he swears his heart is beating much faster than it should. And even though he’s experienced this all before, knowing Y/n is being belittled by his father too makes it worse.

"We’re done here.” Y/n says sternly, grabbing ahold of Harry’s hand.

Y/n could have stood up for Harry much more, but she knew that if she started an even bigger brawl than what was already unfolding, Harry wouldn’t have been able to handle it.

He’s already drained of color and crying silently within his lost mind, and she’s absolutely terrified for his health.

She’s nearly dragging him out the door, Harry occasionally tripping over his own feet as he’s being drowned with the voices and the thumping in his chest. The world around him seems to be drowning and he can’t keep up with it all.

He just can’t.

“You can’t only keep her around because she’s the only one that’ll fight your battles for you, Harry! It’s only a matter of time before she realizes that you have nothing to offer her! You can’t give her anything with the way you are. You’re worthless!”

Before he could spew any more insults in Harry’s way, Y/n shuts the door in his face.


Harry knows his father was right.

In the long run, he doesn’t have much to offer her. He can’t be the boyfriend that she deserves to have.

He can’t be the boyfriend that can remind her of how much she’s loved or cared for. He can’t be the boyfriend to sing her to sleep whenever she can’t, or be the boyfriend to say his vows at their wedding for all to hear. He can’t be the boyfriend that—God forbid something were to happen to her—can ask for somebody to help her, or be the boyfriend to sway her family’s heart.

He can’t be anything to her besides somebody that she can sleep with at night and wake up to in the morning. Because that’s all it will be, and she’ll get so tired of being the one to be the only one talking to the other.

He’s nothing in her life, and that’s exactly why he can’t look at her anymore.

“Can you please just say something to me, Harry? I need to know why you’re upset with me or else we can never work through this.”

But how can they work through this when he can’t talk to her the way she wants him to?

Instead of answering right away, Harry presses on the gas pedal even harder than before. In the mix of all his emotions—anger, frustration, sad, and absolutely terrified—the only proper thought that can retain in Harry’s mind is dropping Y/n back to her apartment so that she doesn’t have to keep torturing herself with him.

The longer he feels her presence next to him, the more he realizes that he can’t love her the way she deserves to be loved—even if he really, really, really does love her with every ounce of his being.

“It was only—“ He swallows thickly, “It was only a matter of time before this was going to happen, Y/n.”

Her eyebrows furrow in confusion as she turns her head over to Harry, who has his lips pursed in a straight line while his eyes remain on the road.

There’s something different in him, now—something unreadable in his expressions and it’s something she’s never seen before. He seems broken somehow, like a man who’s been damaged one too many times that he’s become numb—emotionless with nothing left to feel.

“Before what was going to happen, Harry?”

She has an idea about what his words meant, but she doesn’t want to believe it. Not coming from him—not coming from the man who’s shown her nothing but how much love he has for her. There’s no way he could be doing this to her. He can’t do this to her.

“We were never going to last, Y/n. This was over long ago, we’re just on borrowed time.”

Borrowed time.

The sound of it leaves an unusually disturbing churn in Y/n’s stomach and a foul taste in her mouth. She feels as though Harry is taking his own hand and digging into Y/n’s chest, just so that he can grab ahold of Y/n’s heart and rip it to shreds himself.

Her hand subconsciously grabs onto the handle of the car door, eyes glistening with tears and lungs not daring to breathe. The air—instead of it being filled with their love—is now thicker and colder than ever.

She’s never been so confused—so lead on and so scared as to what is happening to them. They were supposed to make this last, they were supposed to make each other happy for the rest of their lives. He promised her he would, too—promised her nothing but love and trust in him.

But what is happening to them?

“How long have you thought that?”

She was tentative to ask, but she just has to know. She has to know if she’s done everything she’s done for nothing or if it actually held some sort of purpose at the time.

She’s terrified beyond words to find out the answer.

“Before or after you decided to sleep with me?”

Harry doesn’t want to make it seem like he never wanted this—never wanted her. He doesn’t want to make her think that he went through all that he did with her just to expect them to break up so soon. Because he didn’t, he never did. He would have never let her give him her virginity if he knew all of this was going to happen.

He loves her too much to do that to her, but also loves her enough to set her free.

So he decides to not answer her because not saying anything at all is easier for him than saying something he doesn’t mean. And he knows he will if it means letting her go and letting her move onto bigger and better things.

And it’s in his silence and twitch of his eyes does she find his answer.

“So you didn’t mean what you said last night. That we fit perfectly—that it’s like we’re meant to be? Or were they just words to you?”

A sob rips from inside of her when he still gives her nothing. She has never felt so hurt before—has never felt so betrayed. And suddenly, her skin feels dirty—sickened by what he’s done to her and how she could have been so stupid as to let it happen.

She feels it now, too. She feels the way his hands touched her that night, the way his lips kissed her that night, the way his hips rutted against hers and she feels so fucking filthy—used and used and used just for his own personal gain.

“Stop the car.”

It’s a weak demand, but Harry is pained to hear it. He has to hold himself back from comforting her and saying how terribly sorry he is for lying to her the way he is. But it’s just easier this way.

“I said stop the fucking car, Harry!”

Her yelling makes him flinch, and without hesitation makes him pull over to the side of the road. And the second he does so, he knows he shouldn’t have because he’d never be able to live with himself if he let Y/n walk in the cold alone, especially at night.

And right as he’s about to turn back, the sound of her hysteria makes his stop everything he’s doing. Her sobs are relentless in her hands and the thickest of tears fall from Harry’s eyes when he looks at the damage he’s done.

She looks helpless and utterly destroyed—he would have never thought of doing this to her if he’d known this is what would come out of it.

His heart is breaking at the sight of her like this.

As if on instinct, Harry reaches his hand over to her shoulder in an attempt to keep her calm. And even when they’re so close, they have never felt more emotionally distant than they do right now.

“No! Don’t touch me! Don’t you ever touch me again!”

She isn’t sure if she means it or not, but the devastating look Harry gives her at her words proves that he knows she did.

The second his touch leaves hers, he feels them falling apart.

It really is over now.

She’s never felt more pathetic and humiliated in her life. Everything she thought was so real ended up being one of the biggest lies she’s ever lived. He had her fooled for months now and she had not a single clue—but she guesses that’s what happens when she falls in love too quickly.

She feels easy.

She swallows her cries as she opens the car door, not knowing where the hell she is or where the hell she’s going, but knowing that no matter where she ends up, it’ll be much better than being with him. 

“I hate you. I never want to see you again, not after this. Not after all that you’ve done to me.”

Harry’s eyes widen at her words, mouth falling open and a gasp falling from his lips. The reality of her words hits him with so much force that he genuinely feels every last bit of him fall apart.

And it’s when she walks away from him—from his life—that he breaks.

He chokes out a sob as his fingers grip the steering wheel, eyes as wide as ever and mouth not daring to shut.

Everything hurts. Every bone in his body feels like it’s breaking and every muscle feels like they’re tearing apart. It hurts so fucking much and Harry can’t stop crying, throwing his head back against the car seat as his hand hits the steering wheel in the midst of his hysteria.

She hates him.

But it’s better this way.

I love you.

Originally posted by harrysimpact

Her.

All wrong.


This is the third and final part to my soulmate story. The other parts can be found above. Let me know what you think.xxx


“No!” her scream echoed around Harry’s apartment, the pain in her voice cutting through him and making his heart clench.
“Harry, no.” it was a whimper now and Harry pressed his eyes shut, hoping that when he opened them again everything would be okay.
But that didn’t happen. Y/N fell to her knees, the loud thump making Harry turn around and stare at her in shock. The sight in front of him reminded him of last night, when he was the one to drop down on his knees and sob until his lungs were begging him to stop.
Y/N curled in on herself, making herself as small as possible. Her loud cries were heartbreaking and Harry wasn’t sure if she was able to breath anymore because her loud gasps didn’t sound like she was able to take in any air.
He kneeled down in front of her, one hand on her knee, his thumb stroking over the fabric of her skinny jeans.
“You have to calm down or you’ll make yourself sick.” he told her.
But her sobs didn’t die down, if anything they only got worse.
“Alright.” he sighed and lifted her up with one hand underneath her knees and one underneath her arms.
She wrapped her arms around his neck then, crying into his shoulder. Harry walked her to his living room, sitting down with her on his lap. He slung a blanket over her body because he knew that always comforted her.
He stroked her head, his fingers playing with her hair. It took time but after a while she stopped sobbing and gasping for air, her breathing still ragged but almost normal.
“I m-made a mistake.” she said after a while.
Harry didn’t say anything, he decided to let her talk and not interrupt her.
“I know I should have told him. But I was so goddamn nervous. I’ve been with him for two years now, it just seems unfair to me to break up with him so sudden. He stood in front of me yesterday and he was so happy to see me and… I just couldn’t do it.”
Harry thought for a moment. Of course he knew it wouldn’t be easy for her but didn’t she know that it wasn’t easy for him either?

“You didn’t have to have sex with him.”
“I know. I know I shouldn’t have done it but… I needed comfort. I felt like no matter what I do, it’s wrong. I just needed to forget everything for a bit.”
“But you knew that I would feel it. I told you.” Harry scoffed.
“I-I hoped you wouldn’t.”
Harry shook his head and let her glide from his lap, bending forward to rest his elbows on his knees, his head in his hands.
“Do you even know what that did to me? You ripped my fucking heart out. I spent forever in the shower to somehow get rid of that feeling of you with another man but it didn’t help. I’ve never cried so hard. I felt you having sex with him before but now that I met you, now that I kissed you… You cheated on me. You did the one thing you never were supposed to do.”
Y/N eyes were cast down to the floor, starring at god knows what.
“I…” Harry stopped, he didn’t know if he wanted to tell her.
But he had to.
“I don’t feel you anymore.”
Y/N screwed her eyes shut, her head shaking from side to side.
“I… don’t have that feeling in my chest anymore.”
Y/N got up from the couch and stood in front of the big window, starring outside.
Harry cleared his throat and got up as well.
“Maybe it’d be be best you’d lea-”
“What do I have to do to make this right?” she whirled around.
“I don’t know.” Harry sighed.
“There has to be something, Harry.”
“You destroyed us.” he smiled sadly.
“I don’t think you can do anything.”
“You can’t stop loving your soulmate, that’s not possible.” she shook her head.
Harry stared at her. She started to walk over to him, cupping his face in her hands.
“I still feel you. I still have that feeling in my chest.”
Harry had to admit that her touch did something to him.
“Just tell me what to do.” she begged.
He hesitated for a moment. The thoughts in his mind swirling around.
“We’ll go to your place. And I’ll wait with you until he comes home. You tell him.”
She nodded her head furiously.
“Anything.”
“But I can’t promise you that that’ll make everything okay again.”
She smiled sadly but nodded.
She gazed into his eyes for a few more moments, before she leaned in to kiss him. But Harry whipped his head to the side so she could only reach his cheek. She closed her eyes with frustration, but pressed her lips against his skin harder.
“I brought breakfast. Maybe we could eat that before we go?” she asked him, somewhat nervous because she was sure that she couldn’t take another rejection.
“‘Course.” he agreed.

To say that breakfast was awkward would be an understatement. It was literally horrible. They sat across from each other, none of them knowing what to say or what to do.
When her phone dinged with a message she felt Harry tense up. Of course he knew who it was from.
“What does he say?” he asked with fake nonchalance, it may sound cruel but Y/N was glad that he reacted like that.
“He’s leaving work early. He’s home in an hour.” she told him, leaving out the 'I love you.’ he ended the message with.
“Then we’ll have to go.” Harry said and got up from his seat.
“Yeah.”

Once they arrived Y/N was shaking with nerves. Nothing was safe now. What would Matthew do when she told him? Hit Harry? Yell at her? Insult her?
And what would Harry do afterwards? Leave and never come back? Realize that he still didn’t feel anything?
She was scared. So incredibly scared.
When Matthew arrived it was like time stood still. He closed the door behind him and stared at Harry and Y/N, how he sat at the kitchen table with a frown and how she whirled around from where she was leaning against the kitchen counter.
“Um… hi?” Matthew said, confusion clear in his voice.
“Hi.” Y/N breathed.
“Who’s that?” he asked, referring to Harry.
“That’s Harry.”
They nodded at each other briefly as a way of greeting.
“My soulmate.”
Matthews eyes snapped to Y/N’s and lips parted with shock.
“Oh?”
“Yeah.” she nodded.
“Well… it was about time, eh?” Matthew started to smile, a genuine one.
Y/N stared at him dumbfounded, like she couldn’t believe her ears.
“It’s nice to meet you.” Matthew said and walked over to Harry, outstretching his hand for him to shake.
“Nice to meet you too, mate.” Harry grinned softly and grabbed his hand.
“Probably not that nice, hm?” Matthew looked at him sympathetically.
“What do you mean?” Harry asked.
“I mean… My significant other has a boyfriend too and it rips my heart out. Probably the same for you.”
Harry nodded softly, his eyes catching Y/N’s who looked at both of them with wonder.
“So you two met today?”
“Um, no.” Harry replied.
“No?” Matthew asked and looked to Y/N.
“We… we met yesterday.” she answered.
“Oh.”
It was quiet for a moment, everyone seemingly lost in their own thoughts until Matthew realized that if they met yesterday…
“Wait. Yesterday?”
Y/N and Harry both nodded.
“But… but we had…”
“Yep.” Harry nodded, popping the 'p’.
“Oh goodness.” Matthews’s eyes widened.
“I’m so sorry, mate. I didn’t know.”
“It’s not your fault.” Harry stared directly at Y/N.
She closed her eyes and looked away.
“Um… I guess I’ll better leave now, yeah? I think you two have a lot to talk about. I’m going to get my stuff the next few days.”
“Okay.” Y/N whispered.
“I really am sorry, mate.” Matthew told Harry, patting his shoulder once.
“Take care of her, yeah?”
Harry nodded with a tight lipped smile.
And seconds later the door closed behind Matthew.
Harry got up from his seat, the chair creating an uncomfortable sound against the floor.
He stood in front of Y/N with his arms crossed, starring her down.
“I-I didn’t know he would react like that.” she stuttered.
“What did you think would happen, hm? That he would yell at you? For meeting your soulmate?”
Y/N stayed silent because she knew whatever she would say it wouldn’t help her.
“You’re really not making this easy on me, you know? I don’t know what I’m supposed to so with all this.” he spoke, his voice gentle now.

He sighed when he saw her starring at the ground, her bottom lip wobbling. He took a step forward, his hands touching her upper arm softly.
“I want to love you. I want to love you with every fiber of my being and start a happy life with you. But I don’t know if I can do that.”
“Can we at least try?” she whimpered.
“Love…”
“Please. We can take it slow, as slow as you want. I’d do everything to make you forgive me. Please.” she begged.
“I need time, okay? Time to think.”
She closed her eyes briefly, the thought of not seeing him for some time too much.
“Anything you want.” she agreed nonetheless.
Harry nodded and smiled softly at her before he leaned down. Y/N gasped, thinking he’d kiss her but his kiss only landed on her cheek.
And seconds later her front door fell shut.



The first day she didn’t see him wasn’t easy for her but she handled it.
It wasn’t any easier for him either but he pushed through it.
The second day was much worse, her chest felt like it was tightening in on her and her body was shaking the whole day.
Harry felt like he couldn’t breath, his lungs struggling and his headache getting worse with every minute.
The third day was the worst, Y/N was feeling dizzy and weak. Her body not being able to move a lot before her limps gave out.
Harry felt hot all over but cold at the same time. He wasn’t able to eat or do anything really because he was sure he would faint.
But he had to do something.
One thing.
He drove over to her place even though he was shaking so much he couldn’t even hold the stirring wheel still.
He knocked against the door and gasped when she opened immediately. She looked even worse than he imagined. She was still breathtakingly beautiful but she looked in pain. So much pain.
“Oh, my love.” he whimpered and closed the little gap between them, wrapping her in a bone crashing hug.
She slung her arms around his neck and breathed him in, finally feeling like she was able to survive again.
He pulled away from her a bit, only so much to close the door behind him and look at her.
“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry for what I did to you. Of course, I love you. God, I don’t even know how I could think that I don’t. I think I just pushed that feeling away because I was so heartbroken and hurt and mad and… I’m so sorry.” Harry spoke, taking forever to get the words out.
“You have nothing to be sorry for, you hear me?” she cupped his cheeks.
“But-”
“No. You did absolutely nothing wrong. The only person who needs to apologize is me. What I did was the worst thing I could have ever done to you. I hurt you so much and I don’t think I can ever make that up to you. But I want you to know that I love you. I love you with everything I have and that won’t ever change.”
“I love you too.” Harry whispered.
Y/N smiled at him and stroked over his cheek with the back of her hand.
Harry gazed deeply into her eyes for a few more moments before he leaned in and connected their lips in a soft and loving kiss. Fireworks erupted behind their eyelids, butterflies in their tummies coming to life and their heartbeats speeding up.
“Show me. Show me how much you love me.” Harry whimpered when they parted again.
“Harry.” Y/N gasped.
“Please.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Just… not here.” he mumbled, his cheeks turning pink.
Y/N understood and nodded, threading her fingers through his.
“Then let’s go to your place.”


They bursted through the door once they arrived, kissing passionately and not parting for a single second. Harry led her through his apartment, claiming her mouth with his and stopping every few moments to pull her tight against his body and feel her closer.
Once they reached Harry’s bedroom he didn’t know what to do anymore. He never did this before and he was nervous, he didn’t want to mess up.
But Y/N made him feel safe with her. She was gentle with him and loving. She kissed over his chest once she removed his shirt, making him feel warm inside. She guided him to do the same and once he threw her shirt to the floor he did, kissing over every inch of her soft skin.

She helped him open her bra, letting the straps fall from her shoulders and throwing the thing across the room, as far away as possible. Harry pressed her chest against his with his hands on her back, moaning softly when her skin came in contact with his.
Y/N’s hand wandered lower after a bit of time, palming him over the fabric of his tight jeans before squeezing briefly and causing another moan to fall from his swollen lips.
She opened the button of his jeans when he seemed okay with it, pulling the zipper down right after. Harry wiggled the tight fabric from his legs, throwing it behind himself before he began kissing her body again, over her bare breasts to her tummy and to the waistline of her jeans. He opened them slowly and pulled them down, gasping softly when his fingers brushed against her soft legs.
Y/N guided his face to hers, covering his mouth with hers and making him press against her, the bulge in his boxers rubbing against her panty covered crotch.
She let her hand wander into his boxers, moaning when she felt how hard and warm he was. And how thick.
She couldn’t take it anymore then, needing to see him. She pulled his boxers down, freeing him and watching how his cock slapped against his stomach with how hard he was. He was so incredibly big, the bulbous head of him leaking precum and smearing it on his skin.
She touched him, letting her index finger run over the very prominent vein on the underside of him and watching how he twitched at the contact.
Harry stared at her, how she seemed so fascinated by him. He groaned when she took him in her hand, not able to wrap her whole hand around him because he was just so goddamn big. She moved her hand up, twisting it once she reached his tip and stroking down again. Harry’s mouth was opened in a silent moan, his eyes rolling back when her thumb stroked over his slit and gathered his precum.
She stopped then, knowing that if she kept going this would be over before it even started. Harry looked down at her with glassy eyes, already looking absolutely fucked out. He hooked his thumbs into her panties and pulled them down her legs, gasping once he saw her completely naked.
She spread her legs for him, letting him crawl in between them. He stared at her. Her pussy was pink and glistening with her arousal, some of it dripping from her. Her stroked his middle finger in between her lips, gathering some of her wetness and licking it off with his tongue. She tasted amazing. He spread her lips apart with two fingers and pressed a kiss against her, grinning when she moaned for him.
Even though he never did this before he let his feeling guide him and it seemed he did good by the way she got even wetter and moaned underneath his mouth. But she pulled him away once she was close to reaching her peak, pulling him up by his hair and looking at him with wide eyes.
He crawled up her body, hovering over her before leaning down and pressing a kiss to her lips, making her taste herself on him.
“You’re so good, Harry.” she whimpered once they parted, wonder evident in her voice.
He grinned at her, before kissing her again and reveling in the way she reacted to it, her back arching and a quiet moan vibrating against his lips.
“I-I don’t have a condom.” he suddenly realized, his eyes widening.
“I don’t either.” she sighed and Harry already closed his eyes in frustration, his head dropping to her chest in defeat.
“But I’m on the pill and clean, I promise.” she told him, making him lift his face to look at her.
“I’m clean too but… is that really safe? I mean-”
“It is. Just pull out.” she told him and Harry nodded.
“Are you sure?” he asked her one more time.

“100 percent.” she answered in an instant.
Harry took ahold of him and lined him up with her entrance, rubbing his tip over her slit a few times to gather her wetness before he slipped it inside, watching with wonder how her eyes rolled back in pleasure. He pushed in then, slowly but forcefully until he was completely inside of her, his balls pressed against her ass.
She pulled him even deeper with her heels digging into the small of his back, making him hover over her.
“You’re so big.” she whimpered, moaning when he thrusted the tiniest bit.
“And you’re so goddamn tight.” he told her and began to pull out slowly until only the tip of him was inside her before thrusting back in to the hilt and making her scream in pure pleasure.
Harry took it slow and made sure she was able to feel every inch of him inside of her, filling her up. He loved the feel of her warm and slick walls around him, how they clamped down on him once she got close and got even tighter.
He rubbed her clit then, making sure to make her cum as hard as possible. With his hips snapping against hers, his relentless circles against her bundle of nerves and his encouragements to let go she came. And she came hard. She trashed around, moaning into the air, her eyes rolling back and her pussy squeezing Harry’s cock. He followed soon after, pulling out in the last second, pumping his cock in his fist and groaning loudly when cum spurted from his tip and landen on Y/N’s body, painting her tummy with thick and hot streaks.
Once he milked himself for everything he got Y/N dipped her fingers into his cum and licked it off, cleaning her whole tummy like that while Harry watched with wide eyes.
“Goddamn.” he whispered what made her giggle.

He pressed a kiss to her lips before he dropped to the mattress beside her, his mind not seeming to comprehend what just happened.
“Where the hell did you learn to fuck like that?” she asked him after a moment, making him choke on air.
“I haven’t- I mean I told you I never did this before.”
“Then you’re a natural.” she stated.
He didn’t say anything, the blush creeping up his neck towards his cheeks.
“Seriously.” she said and turned onto her stomach to look at him.
“That was the best sex I ever had.” she told him and stroked his flushed cheek.
“Wasn’t exactly making love, eh?” he giggled after a moment.
“No. Not really.” she grinned back and leaned down to press her lips against his.
“We’ll do that during round two.”
And just like that everything was how it was supposed to be.

abriaashley  asked:

Who do you think fell in love first and at which moments do you think Dany and Jon realized they loved each other?

Oooh I love this question! Bless you haha.

I think Dany fell first and it happened in 7.05 when Jon touched Drogon. She’s never seen a man exhibit that kind bravery or acceptance of her dragons and the power she has as their mother. 

In ADWD Dany even wonders if she’ll ever find someone who really accepts her like that:

“And who would ever dare to love a dragon?”

You can just see from the way she’s looking at Jon that she’s so surprised, she’s not quite sure what to make of it. She isn’t smiling, she isn’t angry, she’s just … intrigued.

And then Jon looks up at her, and they have this intense eye contact while he’s got tears in his eyes. It’s a moment of pure understanding where they both wordlessly acknowledge how amazing it is that Drogon even exists, that Dany is RIDING him, and of course, that Jon is brave enough to face him down and pet him like he’s a puppy haha.

I think that Dany, whose past love interests have been confident and powerful men, sees in Jon the kind of thing that draws her in–courage. But she also sees tenderness and a lack of judgment. Yes, he calls her dragons beasts. But he likes them and admires them. He admires her, too. 

So I think that this is when she falls for him. And unfortunately it’s right after this that Dany has let Jon go since he volunteers for the wight hunt. Her immediate and emotional reaction to his plan to leave just further proves that she’s already caught feels by this point haha. She does not want him to go. Because if he should die, where else is she going to find a handsome, kind, brave man like Jon who is the exact sort of leader she needs by her side politically and romantically?

I think Jon falls for her when she shows up to save them at the wight hunt. He had seemingly lost all hope in that moment and was facing down the horde of wights with this angry look of acceptance, like he was trying to rationalize that they’d failed and this is where things were going to end for them.

But then Dany shows up with all three dragons and you can just see so much awe and gratitude on Jon’s face when he’s gazing up at her on Drogon. 

My personal favorite moment is when he shoves Tormund out of the way to get a better look lol. 

This scene allows Jon to see that Dany isn’t just some queen who has others take care of her. She flew North of the Wall, a dangerous place completely unknown to her, to save them herself. She’s willing to fight for her people just like Jon was proud to do (unlike Ramsay) at the BotB. And he also gets to see here that the dragons aren’t just tools of destruction–they can be used as a force for good. 

And of course the aftermath of this scene confirms his feelings when he is the one to initiate physical contact with her by reaching for her hand on the boat, and he calls her “my queen” basically as a term of endearment. I know he was swearing fealty but the way he said it as a substitute for “Dany” and the sweet little lazy smile on his face… I die. Dany is the queen of his heart haha. 

why it took lup and barry 40+ years to get together:

barry is 100% a “can’t even look at her” crush person because he knows if he ever actually lets himself Look at lup he’ll never be able to stop looking. the column of her neck, the curve of her thighs, it’s all Too Much and he’s not like that! he’s not tryna be creepy! but it does mean that he spends whole cycles looking at her out of the corners of his eyes because if he doesn’t he won’t survive it

meanwhile lup is completely a starer. by the time she and barry actually get together, she knows every visible inch of him by sight, could draw his face and outline blind. she knows the dip of his single dimple so well she can barely restrain herself from pressing her thumb into it when he smiles to see if it fits and when he stretches his arms above his head and a hint of soft stomach is revealed she can never resist sneaking her eyes over

unfortunately, barry doesn’t seem to look at her the same way, she thinks. and for decades barry doesn’t catch her looking because he can’t bring himself to look back