my friend actually told me that she was never going to come back to london

I Hate Christmas - Sherlock x (y/n)

Word count: 1784

Warnings: none

“Sherlock!” Mrs. Hudson called from downstairs. “It’s (y/n)!”

Sherlock hurried down the stairs as quickly as he could. “Ah, (y/n). Finally. John and Mary are preparing dinner upstairs and I’ll be heading out for a bit.”

“Sherlock!” You said, exasperated. “You promised you’d stay. Even if you had a case. It’s Christmas for Christ’s sake.”

“I hate Christmas.” He said with a sneer. “It brings about carolers and holiday cheer.”

“Oh, Sherlock. Promise me you’ll still come home for dinner and presents.”

“Food is for the weak and I told everyone not to get me anything. I also did not get anything for anyone else…” He said trailing off.

“Sherlock…”

“Fine. I promise I’ll be home for dinner and presents.” He said rolling his eyes. “Even if I don’t eat and I don’t have presents.”

“Good boy.” You said smiling brightly. You bounced into the building away from the cold, chilling air of London. Sherlock moved past you and into the freezing air.

“I’m not a boy (y/n). I’m a man. A very smart one at that.” He said quickly, as if in a rush, which to be honest he probably was. He then briskly walked away. Mrs. Hudson gave you a sad smile.

“Sorry about him dear. That’s Sherlock though. Always dashing about. Anyhow, might you come up for a spot of tea? John and Mary’s food smells so delicious.”

You smiled kindly at her, “Of course, Mrs. Hudson. Thank you.”

Time Skip

“Mrs. Hudson!” Sherlock’s loud voice rang from downstairs. “I’m back for Christmas dinner.” He said in a disgusted tone you could tell he wasn’t really trying to hide. He walked upstairs quickly, taking the steps two at a time. He walked past you hastily, using his coat to conceal something that he was carrying. “Mrs. Hudson, John, (y/n) don’t wait up. I’ll be in my room wrapping things up. I’ll be back in a wink.” He said winking at you. You blushed profusely. Trying to cover it up, you said, “Shall we start eating?”

“Of course.” John said with a happy smile.

“Mary, the pie looks delicious.” You said to her.

“Oh, I didn’t make it. John did. He’s a great baker.” She said bragging slightly about her wonderful husband.

“Well then John, it looks simply divine.” You said excited to dig in to the wonderful looking food.

Time Skip – After Dinner

“Oh, the meal was so scrumptious.” Mrs. Hudson commented, a little bit sleepy from the meal.

“It was.” You said, a bit sleepy yourself. “It was too bad Sherlock didn’t eat anything.” You said clearing the last of the plates from the table. As if on cue Sherlock emerged from his room.

“Time for presents.” He said lazily, as if bored with the whole affair and idea of Christmas. Little did you know, inside he was having a silent panic attack. He secretly slipped something under the tree.

“Ok.” You said giddily, smiling like a child. “I’m excited to see what you got me Mr. Holmes.” You said nudging him in the side.

“Nothing.” He responded. “I told you earlier that I didn’t get anyone anything.”

You looked down, slightly saddened by this sentence. Your Christmas cheer was being ruined by Sherlock.

“You know you don’t have to be such a spoilsport.”

“I actually do.”

“Why, Sherlock?”

“The idea of buying people presents gives some people anxiety. Anxiety about not getting the right thing. In fact, it is scientifically proven that people have more stress around the holidays.” He said with a completely straight face.

“Really Sherlock? You don’t buy people presents because you’re afraid you’ll get the wrong thing?”

“That is what I said, yes.” He said rolling his eyes.

“Sherlock… We’re your friends. We’ll be happy with anything you give us.”

“Really?” He said raising an eyebrow. “Last Christmas John said he loved my gift. He lied. I read his body language. He was not at all pleased with my gift. I was given a mental talent for reading people and it is a blessing and a curse. Let me ask you something, (y/n). Do you sometimes wish I were a normal person? That I’m unable to read people like a book?”

Without missing a heartbeat, you answered his question honestly, “No. You are perfect. If you weren’t the way you were you would never have met me. You never would have been ‘The Great Sherlock Holmes’, and I never would have come to you with my case.”

He clasped his hands together, thinking deeply. “Hmm… You’re right.”

“As I always am.” You said.

“Not always.” He corrected quickly.

You laughed. John and Mary came out of the kitchen. “What’s so funny?” John asked.

“Nothing, nothing.” You said. “Let’s go. I can’t possibly wait any longer. I can feel the presents calling to me.”

“Presents don’t talk.” Sherlock mentioned quietly.

“They do in my mind palace.” You said, teasing him.

He sighed tiredly, “Let’s just get on with the presents.”

John cleared his throat. “Ok then. Let’s see, first present.” He picked up a box with green wrapping. He said out loud, “For Mary and John, from (y/n).” You smiled as they unwrapped it together. They pulled out a small onesie.

“It’s for the baby.” You said smiling brightly. “Do you guys like it?”

Mary turned to you. “Oh, (y/n). We love it!” She came over to hug you.

John said, “Thank you (y/n). It’s a wonderful gift.”

You picked the next box. “For Sherlock, from John and Mary.” You smiled at the couple as you unwrapped the present for Sherlock. You pulled out a hat. You laughed. Sherlock rolled his eyes and looked at the hat in disgust. You smiled at Mary, “Thanks guys.” You looked at John and mouthed, “I’ll make him wear it.” The next present was for Mrs. Hudson, from John and Mary. It was a nice pink shawl. John and Mary had given you a nice coat that matched Sherlock’s. The presents from John and Mary were all wonderful. Next, it was your turn to give everyone presents. You had already given John and Mary their present so you gave Mrs. Hudson hers. Sher pulled out a blouse, a skirt, and a pair of heels all matching the same royal blue color. “Thank you, dear.” She said smiling at you.

“Of course, Mrs. Hudson.” You said, matching her smile. Then you handed Sherlock his present. He opened it and was surprised to see a brand new blue scarf.

“Thank you very much, (y/n).” He said looking over at you.

You smiled at him, “Anything for you, Sherlock.”

Mrs. Hudson seemed to be ready to bounce out of her seat. Sher quickly handed everyone their presents. Your gift was a nice jumper. “Mrs. Hudson, did you knit this all by yourself?” You inquired.

“Yes I did.” She said quite proudly. Sherlock’s was a fancy suit.

“Mrs. Hudson, where did you get this?” He asked.

“Oh, it was from a real fancy shop. I know you have a lot of suits, but this one just seemed to pop to me. It would look perfect on you. I mean you have all black suits; you never wear blue. I thought it would look real nice on you.”

“Thank you. I like it.” He said cautiously, as if his words might offend her. Everyone looked around. There were no more presents to be opened. Everyone looked expectantly at Sherlock. They didn’t seem surprised, however. They soon all packed up and left, save for Mrs. Hudson, who had gone upstairs. You started to clean up the trash on the ground from the presents. Sherlock watched you carefully, studying you. You had finished clearing all of the wrapping paper from around the tree when a little twinkle from under the tree caught your eye. You reached a hand under the tree and felt a box. You pulled it out. It was a small box covered with shiny silver wrapping paper. Carefully you turned it over, ‘To my dear (y/n), from your Sherlock,’ it said in fancy writing on the wrapping paper. You turned to Sherlock and he gave you a smile. “I didn’t want you to open it in front of everyone.” He said smirking at your surprised face.

“Here, I thought you were a pompous jackass who was too good to get anyone anything.” You commented, joking lightly. Sherlock only rolled his eyes.

“Open it.” He said. “Before I change my mind and return it.”

“Now I know what you meant when you said you were in your room, ‘wrapping things up’. You meant it literally, that you actually were ‘wrapping something up’. Gosh, you are clever.”

“I know.” He said, sarcastically. “Now open it.”

You excitedly ripped off the wrapping paper. Inside was a black square velvet box. You gasped in surprise. It was from Tiffany’s. You traced your fingers along the velvet on the outside of the box. “What is it?” You asked Sherlock, looking over at him. He only smiled mysteriously.

“Open it and see.”

You opened the box to see the diamond necklace you had been drooling over for a long time every time you passed the window of Tiffany’s. “Sherlock! You didn’t have to get me this.”

“I actually did. Did you think I wouldn’t notice how every day when we walked past the store you looked longingly and lovingly at this necklace. I read John, I can read you too.”

“Sherlock! This is just too much. I-I” You were at a loss for words. You looked down at the box and noticed there was another, much smaller, box inside. You picked it up. “Sherlock… What’s this?”

He stayed silent. So you took the box carefully in your hands and opened it up. Inside was a beautiful diamond ring. You gasped. “Oh my. Oh my gosh.” You looked up at Sherlock. He smiled mysteriously.

“I see no need to get on one knee and all so I’ll just say it. Will you (y/n) (y/l/n) the most beautiful and clever and kind and funny person I have ever met and also my favorite human being in this entire wretched world, agree to be my wife?”

“Yes, Sherlock. Yes of course I’ll be your wife.” You stood up to hug him and as you hugged you noticed a small green plant hanging on top of Sherlock’s head. You smiled. As you pulled apart from the hug you pecked Sherlock on the lips.

“What was that for?” He questioned.

“Tradition.” You responded with a smirk.

“I hate tradition.”

“Is there anything you don’t hate?”

“I don’t hate you.”

You smiled softly. “Hey, don’t get soft on me now Mr. Holmes.”

“I won’t Mrs. Holmes.”

The End

Livia Blackthorn May Survive

Livia Blackthorn:

* Randomly asked Kit for her first kiss just because she’s never had one before, then asked to be just friends.

* Made sure that Kit wouldn’t leave Ty and would be his friend.

* Specifically wanted to tell Julian that they all knew about Uncle Author on her own just so she could also tell him that he was the reason she wanted to run an institute when she was older. 

What if Livia Blackthorn knew she was going to die?

I realize that this could all be coincidental. I’m not saying that she isn’t dead. All I am saying is that the Blackthorns are pretty resourceful and sneaky. 

I mean Dru hid a boy in her room without anyone finding out. Ty and Kit used a portal in the middle of the night without anyone noticing.

And, she also asked Kit if he would always be her friend. Hers. Not her and Ty. Even Kit noticed this later. Personally, I believe that when someone asks for friendship confirmation it’s because they know something bad is going to happen… 

Here’s my Theory:

Livia knew she was going to die. When she was wounded by that potion and Magnus saved her, she told him (at some point when they were alone, like when Ty couldn’t stand to see her like that anymore) that she thought that would be it and that she didn’t know how to explain it but she just knew she was going to die soon. So, because Magnus is Magnus, he offers to help her. 

Now let me direct your attention to Clockwork Prince, chapter 5. This chapter talks about a very powerful spell book called the Book of White. If we’re going off of book names and the Black Book is a no no necromancy spell book, then the Book of White sounds not so evil unless used for that purpose. The Book of White, and I quote, “Specializes in binding and unbinding spells- tying the soul to the body, or untying it”. In Clockwork Princess, Magnus spends a whole night in the London Institutes’ library where the Book of White is kept looking for a cure for Jem. Who’s to say Magnus didn’t come across this book that night? And maybe he remembered this when he helped Livia. They were at the London Institute after all…

So let’s say Magnus managed to bind her spirit with something (if I had to guess it would be and item that Ty always carries with him. Or possibly tie her soul to his since they are twins? Maybe that is part of why Ty passed out and may explain what her last words to Ty were. Or maybe her soul was tied to the object she was killed with. Which would be convenient for her because who’s going to throw away any part of the Mortal Sword?) And let’s also say that Magnus managed to put some sort of spell to preserve her body (or Julian won’t let them burn it because it is very fair to assume he might try the spell that brought Annabel back on Livvy by using Annabel as the Blackthorn sacrifice). But Magnus passed out and even Alec said that he was out longer than usual. So what if Magnus fell into a coma? Then as it would be, the only two people who knew that Livvy could be brought back are dead and in a coma.

This would mean that throughout QoA&D Magnus is in a coma and won’t wake up until they have defeated the Unseele King and whatever is making the warlocks sick is undone. This all serves a very important purpose: Character Development. Because of Livvys death, the characters are going to be pushed do things they’ve never done before. 

Overall, it just wouldn’t make sense for Livia to stay dead. When you look at the two primary characters (Emma and Julian) purposes, Emma’s central point is to get justice for her parents murder and to heal and to learn how to carry on once she gets that justice. Julian’s is to just have his whole family together again.

Also, a final personal opinion: A character has to be killed and stay dead for the majority of a book for me to believe that they are actually dead. Livia was killed on the last three pages. Heck even Jem wasn’t actually dead in Clockwork Princess, Cassie just led us to believe he was for a good portion of the end of the book. 

You can dispute this all you want, but we have two years until the final book and this is what I’m going with.

Business and Pleasure - Part 13

Summary:  Bucky AU. After a major deal falls through, your father’s business almost falls apart. In a desperate attempt to save his livelihood, he seeks the help of his oldest friend, George Barnes, who happens to be the CEO of one of the most influential businesses in New York. He agrees, but on one condition. You have to marry his son.

Word Count: 1,413

Warnings: Swearing


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“Y/N Barnes?” the nurse’s voice, however kind it may have seemed to everyone else in the room, sent shivers down your spine. You weren’t ready for this. You didn’t want to be here. In fact, you could think of several places you’d rather be at the moment, but you tried to keep a neutral expression as you stood.

“Do you want me to come in with you? Or I can just wait out here. Whichever you’d prefer.” Steve asked, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze.

Nodding, you squeezed back tightly, “Please. I feel like I’m either going to puke. Or pass out. Maybe both. I don’t really know.”


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A Year Later

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: A little bit of kinky stuff, but nothing too extreme. Mostly just fluff.

Summary: You met Tom one day on the streets of New York City about a year ago. Now you travel with him almost anywhere he goes and he’s fallen for you.

A/N: I’ve been working on this for a bit. I just love Tom so much. By the way this imagine is written in both the reader’s and Tom’s perspective and it begins with the reader’s. I hope you enjoy. :)

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Kiwi || Part One.

I don’t know what happened but i wrote something and well here it is. Let me know what you think and if i should write a part two… 


I’m having your baby, and it’s none of your business.”

It’s been a while since you last saw him, almost six months to be exact. six months since he walked out of your New York hotel room not turning back. Six months since you flew home from New York to find all of his stuff had been cleared from your shared London apartment. Six months since you peed on a stick that changed your whole entire life. 

You didn’t try and contact him to tell him, although you were still very good friends with his sister and it would have been easy to reach out you knew in your heart that a baby right now would just hold him back, and with an album release just around the corner you didn’t want to stop everything good that had been happening for him.  


The day Gemma found out she almost told him. She hadn’t seen you in months, but with your growing bump you thought it would be too risky to see her, but she persisted and persisted until you caved. So you put on you baggiest sweater and went to have lunch with her. She could tell you were off from the get go. You didn’t order any wine and you didn’t touch the cheese platter, she had finally figured out why you’d been avoiding her.. she thought that maybe you felt weird because she was his sister, she never could have imagined this.

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Foxy // Sirius Black // requested

Request : could you do a young!sirius where the reader is american and transfering to hogwarts and he sees her in the train and basically becomes infatuated with her?? maybe you can do a part 2 where they reunite after Azkaban or something too?? + can you do a jealous sirius ?!?

To say I was excited to write this would be an understatement!! I live for Harry Potter and young Sirius, old Sirius, just Sirius in general is what I’m here for. JK Rowling did him so wrong like I cry thinking about it. SO MAKING THIS A MINI SERIES IF PEOPLE LIKE IT. (Taking place in 6th year before he runs away)

And the year is 1976… people seem to forget that they attended Hogwarts in the 70s…

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Requests are closed. xx 

Pairing : Young!Sirius Black x Fem. American Reader

Word Count : Like over 5000….. I got carried away… i just love him sm

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“So how was your summer, Padfoot?” Remus asked his friend as they made their way through the train, searching for an empty compartment.

Sirius rolled his eyes, “it was shit like it usually is. A boy can only hear how much of a failure he is so many times before it gets old. Like I get it, Regulus is a gem. Let’s throw a parade.”

“You’re always welcome at the Potter household, just so you know. My mum continues to gush about you.” James spoke, a small grin playing at his lips.

The three boys continued searching, not noticing that their raven haired friend stopped and was staring into a compartment. James turned around, realizing that it was too quiet and saw Sirius still frozen in that spot.

“Oi! Padfoot!” James called out, walking back to where his best friend stood.

“What’re you doing, mate?” Potter questioned, Sirius turned to him and let a wide smile take over his features.

“I think I found my new conquest this year.”

James furrowed his eyebrows, before turning to look into the compartment, finding a girl with long hair sitting back with parchment and a quill in her hand. Before he could respond, Sirius opened the compartment door and allowed himself in.

“Pardon me, gorgeous, is this seat taken?”

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“This is my boyfriend Dan, by the way” || Dan Howell

A/N: This was a really nice request I got, thanks for that. Also the title is a little bit different. Have a nice weekend! 

Word Count: 1.5K

POV: Reader

MASTERLIST

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It all started on a Saturday morning. I was sitting on the breakfast table by myself. I munched on some toast and checked my emails, like I do it every morning. A cup of hot black coffee was cooling off next to my laptop that was in front of me.

All of the new messages were mostly spam and some business stuff but one email in particular caught my eye. As soon as I saw the title I instantly clicked on it:

“High School Reunion”

Suddenly I was filled with excitement and resentment at the same time.

As my eyes scanned the invite over and over again I heard Dan enter the kitchen. He was wearing his pyjama that consisted of boxers and a loose t-shirt and his hair was a curly mess that still managed to look good.

We had been best friends for years now and shared a flat together in London. Dan noticed my startled expression and immediately asked what the matter was with me.  

My eyes were still glued to the words ‘Partners are welcome as well’ as I answered him.  That sentence alone made me want to not go.

“I was just sent an invite to a high school reunion.” I explained while taking a sip from my coffee.

The dark liquid was still hot and nicely warmed my throat.

Dan yawned and poured some of his favourite cereal into a bowl.

“Why do you look like you were invited to a funeral then?” he asked me confused, as he added the milk and sat down on the table next to me.

“It’s says we should bring our partners and I don’t want to show up alone.” I sighed, the taste of coffee was still lingering on my tongue. It was as bittersweet as I felt right now.

Dan put his spoon, that he was eating his cereal with, down to eye me intensively.

“Why don’t you want to go there on your own?” he asked me, cocking one eyebrow.

I felt myself getting a little bit nervous and abashed. I played with my hands and sighed.  

“I always got teased because I didn’t date a single guy during high school. I kinda promised myself that by the time the first reunion comes around I would have a boyfriend.” I admitted embarrassed and tried to hide my flushed face behind my hair.

There suddenly was a hint of a smile on his lips but it only lasted a few milliseconds.

“Forget it, it’s stupid.” I quickly told him, shaking my head eagerly. I half-heartedly laughed about myself as I hid my face in my hands.

“It’s definitely not stupid, Y/N. If it means so much to you then I could go with you, Y/N” Dan whispered as he gave me a short but warm hug.

“Really?” I asked him in surprise. Was he really suggesting that?

“I’d do quite a lot to make you happy, even pretend to be your boyfriend.” He smiled down at me as I whispered a sincere ‘thank you’ against his broad chest.

We were that kind of best friends that everybody mistook for a couple anyway. We were pretty affectionate towards each other, in a platonic way of course. Making it look like we were in a relationship was therefore not a very challenging task.

I was still nervous though when I got dressed the following Friday. I wanted to make an impression. I wanted people to look at me and think ‘wow, she really made it.’ I wanted to prove all of those people who never saw my potential in high school wrong.  

“It’s just your friends from high school, Y/N.” Dan tried to calm me down as he walked in with his car keys in his hands.

I obviously didn’t grow up in central London, where our flat was, but in a small town about an hour away.

“I had like 4 close friends in high school, Dan.” I reminded him laughing.

I never tried to be popular or fit in, I found 4 wonderful friends and that was totally enough for me. My high school times were therefore quite drama free except for the fact that I was occasionally made fun of and told that I would stay single forever, of course.

We left our shared flat and drove to the place where we were going to meet up.

As soon as we got out of the car again, Dan automatically took my hand as if it was a totally normal thing to do. I looked up at him in surprise and stared at him with wide eyes until I caught on to what was happening.

We were here together, Dan was the ‘partner’ I brought along with me.

“Ohh” I mouthed, feeling a little blush make its way onto my cheeks. I hadn’t really thought about that.

I shot Dan a nervous look before we walked into the restaurant together where most of my old classmates were already waiting for everybody to arrive.

He reassuringly intertwined our fingers, making me smile.

I saw a lot of familiar faces, some hadn’t changed at all, some changed a lot. I didn’t stay in touch with anybody from high school, so I hadn’t seen anyone in almost 10 years.

“Hey Everyone!” I greeted all of them cheerfully.

Their heads turned and they eagerly eyed Dan and I up and down.

“Y/N Y/L/N is that you?” Kimberly, who had always been the straight A student, asked.

“Yeah, it’s me. C’mon I haven’t changed that much, have I? This is my boyfriend Dan, by the way.”

The last sentence felt weird and at the same time so… natural? Dan’s face beamed as the word ‘boyfriend’ left my mouth and I couldn’t hold back a sweet smile either. He said his greetings as well before we sat down at the huge table.

After everyone had arrived we ordered some drinks and started chatting. Everybody was asked to talk about what they have been up to since we all finished high school.

Then it was suddenly my turn.  

“Well… I work as a lawyer for Youtube and me and Dan live in London now.” I told everybody.

Most people seemed impressed by the words Youtube, London and lawyer. Our home town was quite small and boring. London on the other hand being a beautiful big city sounded exciting.

“You studied law?” Somebody asked and I nodded.

“Yes, at Manchester University, that’s where I met Dan.” I smiled up at my tall ‘boyfriend’.

“So, are you a lawyer as well, Daniel?” Stacy, one of our former cheerleaders asked.

Dan was definitely getting some attention from the female part of our group. I protectively placed my hand on his thigh to show everyone that he was with me… which he actually wasn’t.

In reaction, he showed me his famous half smirk, as if he were saying ‘jealous much?’. I rolled my eyes at him but we both knew that he was right deep down.

“I’m not.” Dan laughed at the thought. “I finished like one semester before I dropped out. I’m a Youtuber now. That’s how me and Y/N met again.”

I could tell that Dan was feeling awkward once again because he didn’t know if people understood his profession.

Luckily though most people did and were now really interested in what Dan was doing.

He was asked all sorts of questions, and most of the conversations were focused on the two of us now since everybody treated Dan like he was a super famous celebrity and those were extremely rare in my old hometown.

I was very proud of Dan while he explained his job and passion. He then talked about me and how we met and that honestly made my heart melt. Could this really be? Who knew that I had feelings like that for my best friend? Everybody but us two probably.

“Who would have thought that you Y/N, out of all people, would hit the jackpot.” Stacy uttered completely stunned and barely able to keep her eyes off Dan.

“Nah, I feel like I was the one who hit the jackpot.” he softly said, while looking at me with loving eyes. I felt the heat rise to my cheeks as some people around us ‘awwed’.

“Dan, stop it.” I whined smiling and gently hit his chest before I leaned my head against his broad shoulder. We were behaving like two lovey dovey teenagers, which we, let’s be real, probably really were.  

“You two are perfect for each other.” Kimberly swooned like some of Dan’s fans on tumblr.

Dan and I’s gazes met as we both blushed.

“We are.” Dan whispered into my ear, making my heart skip a beat.

Friends (Part 6)

So this is the final part of the series. GET READY FOR IT BECAUSE THIS CHAPTER IS SMUTTY. I really hope I don’t disappoint you with this one. Give me your feedbacks. Reblog and like if you enjoy this. Once again, ignore my mistakes, forgive me it’s almost 4 in the morning now. I’m so sleepy.

Pairing: Harry Styles and reader

Warning: sex, language.

~Harry and you are friends with benefits and then you start to feel more than you should~


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Part 3

Part 4

Part 5


Harry didn’t expect that he would run into you in a bar in London. He was there with Niall who had left him to go dance with a pretty brunette. At first he thought it was just his imagination playing tricks on him when he saw your face in the crowded room. But you didn’t disappeared so he knew you were really there. He wasn’t sure if you were there alone or with your friends, or worse, your boyfriend. But he was happy that he got to see you in person. Even looking at you from a distance could make his heart race and his stomach twist. 

He was a sucker for you. 

You saw him and you looked just as surprised as he did. Harry had prepared himself to watch you turn your back and pretend like you didn’t know him, but to his surprise you did none of that. Instead, you smiled. A move of your lips but a shift of his state. He had always loved your smile, it was one of his favorite things about you. Harry returned you with a smile as he thought it was the most interaction he would get from you that night, but he was proven wrong when you started walking toward him.

“Is this seat taken?” you asked, pointing at the empty chair next to him. He hadn’t heard your voice in a while and he was more than happy to hear it again.

“No,” Harry told you as he secretly felt glad that he had turned down the girl who had come to flirt with him earlier. If you had seen him accompanied by another woman you wouldn’t have approached. 

Since the moment you sat down, Harry’s eyes never left you. He knew you were taken and he tried hard to make his feelings for you less obvious, but he failed because it was written all over his face. He was gazing at you like you were the only thing that mattered to him in the world.

“So…” you trailed off, instead of looking at Harry you were staring at your cold drink on the counter. “How are you?”

“I’m fine. How’re yeh?”

“Also fine…” You nodded your head.

“I’m here with Niall,” Harry blurted out as if to clarify that he wasn’t there with another girl, just Niall. He didn’t know if you still cared but he hoped you did. He wanted you to know he was a different man now. 

“I’m here with my girl friends.” Your answer put a smile on his face. Harry wasn’t aware how obvious he was, showing you that he was happy with the fact that you weren’t there with Miles.

“And your boyfriend?”

“Miles and I broke up a few days ago,” you said with a frown.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” replied Harry but you wasn’t quite convinced by his sympathy.

“You don’t look sorry, H.” You gave him a small smile.

“I tried.” He grinned at you. “But may I ask why?”

He remembered Lia telling him that you were happy in your new relationship. That was why he had stayed away from you. So you could be happy. 

“He’s too good for me, I think.”

“You’re one of the best people I’ve known. How can one be too good fo’ yeh?”

“Thanks H…that was sweet,” you said and he smiled. His dimples always lightened up your mood somehow it was magical, though you weren’t really sad about the break-up, it was more of a feeling of guilt. You liked Miles. Who wouldn’t? He was such a nice guy. But because he was a nice guy, you could not be with him. Miles made you happy but your mind and your heart always went back to Harry, so it was obvious that you weren’t ready for a new relationship. You would go to hell if you had stayed and pretended to love Miles. Maybe you could have been happy with him, you two could have been that cute couple everyone envied, if he had met you before Harry.

“Lia?” you asked your best friend who was on her phone texting with her boyfriend. 

“Just a sec. I have to finish typing this,” Lia told you with a bright smile on her face and you just knew her boyfriend was the reason for it. Sometimes when you looked at Lia smiling from ear to ear for her boyfriend, you couldn’t help but wished you could be just as happy being in a relationship. You were dating the perfect guy who cared about you, you were supposed to be smiling and thinking about him all the time, not wondering why you weren’t.

“Okay, what is it?” Lia put down her phone and looked up. You took a moment to rearrange your thoughts before you said it out loud, “do you think Miles and I make a good couple?”

“You two look good together.”

“You know that’s not my question.”

Lia pressed her lips together and then let out a sigh. She didn’t have to say anything and you already knew what the answer was. You’d been having doubts and the look on your best friend’s face when you asked that question just confirmed everything.

“Are you okay, Y/N?”

“Actually, I’m not.” You shook your head and ran both hands through your hair. “Miles…he’s perfect. He’s understanding and he’s a gentleman. He makes me feel good about myself. So where are the butterflies in my stomach? Why can’t I feel in love when I’m supposed to? Is there something wrong with me?”

Lia frowned. She could have lied so you would stay in the relationship with Miles where you were safe from heartbreaks. However, she loved you too much to watch you suffering.

“There’s nothing wrong with you. I think the reason you cannot feel what you’re supposed to feel is because those feelings are meant for someone else.”

It pained you and she didn’t even have to mention his name in the sentence. 

“I thought feelings were temporary but now it feels like they never leave. Gosh, why can’t I love somebody who loves me back?”

“You think Harry doesn’t love you?”

“Why are we even talking about him? You told me he was a waste of time.”

“I thought so. Then I talked to him at the party last night,” she said quietly and you widened your eyes, your brows furrowed. You didn’t believe your best friend would lie to you.

“I thought you didn’t talk to him.”

“He asked me to say so because he didn’t want to be in the way of you and Miles. He asked about you and he left the moment he knew you weren’t there. He was far from happy, Y/N. He looked miserable.”

You turned your face away from Lia and just stared blankly ahead with all different thoughts rushing through your mind. Thanked to her you could not stop imagining how it must have felt for Harry. Maybe that was why he never tried to reach out, because he thought he would be in your way.

“I hate to say this but…” Lia took a deep breath and let it all out. “Harry Styles is in love with you, Y/N.”


“If we hadn’t met here tonight, would yeh call me?” Harry asked breaking the comfortable silence between the two of you. You looked into his eyes and it was the first time you found insecurity and weakness of a young boy who was afraid his feelings might get hurt. You knew Harry could be soft and full of emotions at times, but seeing him being that for you wasn’t something you were familiar with.

“I wanted to. I just didn’t know how to start a conversation. But yeah…I would, in fact I would call you as soon as I get home tonight.”

“Good. Because I really miss yeh.”

“I…miss you too, H.”

You looked at him and he looked at you. It was the spark you’d never seen when you were with Miles or anyone else. With Harry, you felt like you were finally at the right place with the right person. You two didn’t say a word to each other but you just knew what was going to happen after that since the electricity between the two of you was too strong to fight. 

Then the next thing you knew you were with Harry in the bathroom stall and his mouth was on yours, kissing you like it was the last night of the world. He held your hips and pushed you against the wall, wanting to feel all of you. All of the time you two had been apart had built up this need and desperation for each other finally being released. You lost track of time as you two kissed. It’d been ten minutes or so but it didn’t matter because you enjoyed every second of it, just getting used to each other again and remembering the taste of the other. 

Suddenly, Harry pulled away from you. You leaned forward, desperately needing his lips back on yours but he didn’t let you have it. His forehead was resting against yours as you felt his heavy breathing going unsteady.

“What are you thinking when you look at me like that?” you were breathless looking at him. How could anyone look so perfect? You didn’t know about others but he looked perfect to you. You could spend hours trying to look for a flaw but never be able to find one. 

“Every time we kissed it’s only for sex. I’ve never actually just kissed yeh…” 

Harry moved his hands to your back and pushed himself in closer to you. You were stunned by the expression behind the look he was giving you. It wasn’t lust that you were used to but instead there was softness and vulnerability. Your heart was pounding in your chest, unsure what you were to expect from him.

“Because we were never really together,” you said. 

The words you two had never said to each other were swirling inside your head. “I love you” just three simple words. Why couldn’t you just say it to each other? You wanted to shout them every time he was around but you’d get too caught up, too afraid. Admitting you love someone is no different from putting your heart in their hand, telling them to crush it if they want to and hoping they won’t. It’s dangerous, especially when Harry was desired by half of the world and you were…you.

You pet his cheek as his eyes locked on yours. Those green eyes were so filled with those three unspoken words that it nearly brought you to tears. Maybe it was the same for him. He was just as afraid as you were. 

“Yeh mean too much to me.” His brow furrowed and you placed your hand to his chest and felt the way his own words sped up his heart rate.

“I don’t want yeh to leave. Don’t leave me again,” his voice was near desperate as he kissed you again and you clung to the back of his neck. You’d never actually felt his kiss, until this moment, and you knew you would never be the same. 

You titled your head back as Harry deepened the kiss. His mouth was open, his tongue was ready for you the minute he made contact. You moaned against him, hooking one of your leg behind his and unbuttoning his shirt before pulling it off his shoulders. He popped you up in his arms and pressed his hips between your legs, pulling your skirt up to your waist. The sound of your breathing filled up the small space of the bathroom, your heat was warming the air. 

“Wait, we can’t fuck…I don’t have a condom,” Harry hadn’t been with a woman for a long time so there was no point bringing protection with him. He could barely breathe and he was desperate with the need to be inside you, to feel your tightness around him. He couldn’t stop now that the tension had grown too strong.

“It’s okay, I’m on the pills,” you told him exactly the thing he wanted to hear as you reached between your body and his, struggling with his belt buckle and then working your way into his black jeans. You wrapped your hand around his firm length and he groaned at the relief of your touch. This was less about your want and more about your need to feel each other and be with each other again. 

“I have to be inside yeh,” he growled against the skin of your throat. His fingers slipped into your underwear, peeling it to the side as you pulled him from his jeans. You both watched as you guided him to your entrance and he slowly sank into you. His forehead was resting against your shoulder as his breath fanned down your chest. You held the back of his neck and moaned out his name. You hadn’t had him in so long and the stretch that he caused was so overwhelming for you. Harry held strong to your hips and started fucking you slowly. His head was hanging to watch each stroke of his cock going in and out of your wet opening.

“Christ,” he breathed, smacking his palm to the wall by your head and supporting you with one hand firmly cupped against your ass. A moan escaped your lips as you fought to hold off your release. You wanted to last a bit longer but Harry sped up slightly, went a little deeper, a little harder. His mouth fell open, his brows pulled in and his eyes shut tight. 

“I only touch yeh like this. Nobody else. Fuck…You’re the only one who can tear me apart, the only one can make me feel alive. I just can’t leave,” he breathed the words against your neck and you closed your eyes as your knees weakened and his name rolled off your tongue again and again.

“I’m so close,” you said breathlessly as he pushed your hair from your face, cupping your cheek and slipping his hand between your bodies to circle his finger tips against your clit. You sucked in a breath and clung tighter to him. His hips keeping time with his hand as he sucked on the skin of your neck. 

“Cum fo’ me, baby,” he coaxed softly and your tight walls clenched around him causing him to let out an unexpected cry against your shoulder. He slammed into you again and again until you were biting into his shoulder to muffle your screams and he was burying his face in your hair to suppress his own orgasm. His cock shuddering inside you and filling you with his release with your name on his lips. He fucked you through it, both coming apart at the seams until there was nothing more your bodies could give to each other. 

Harry waited until he finally recovered then pulled out of you. He cupped your face in his hands, bringing his eyes back to you as he nuzzled the tip of his nose against yours and kissed you lightly. Your mind started screaming those three words as you felt the urge to say them out loud this time. You really loved him you really did.

“I love yeh.” The words fell from Harry’s lips before they could escape yours. You felt tears stinging your eyes as he smiled down at you, feeling relieved that he could finally say it. Your breath released in a tremble. It was the first time you heard him speak those words to you and you believed them so fully without question. You knew it was real. How you both felt.

“I love you too, baby.” You kissed the right corner of his lips and pinned your forehead to his, closing your eyes and sighing happily.

“You’re mine now, aren’t yeh?” he asked and you nodded your head yes.

“And you, are mine.”

“I can’t believe we just made fuckin’ in a public bathroom become so romantic.” Harry joked and both of you burst into quiet laughter.

The door knob suddenly jiggled and caught on the lock, the knock pounding out in the small stall. You two quickly fixed yourselves laughing as you did. Then you kissed each other passionately one more time before opening the door, ready for the walk of shame. Harry walked out first, followed by you, leaving the man waiting outside in shock. You hurried your steps to catch up with Harry who was walking ahead and the two of you couldn’t stop laughing at that man’s reaction to you and Harry coming out of the same stall. Harry reached out his hand to hold yours for the first time in public, officially declaring to the world that he finally belonged to you and you finally belonged to him.

“So what happens next?” you asked him with a smile on your face. Harry brought your hand to his lips, giving it a kiss.

“You’re comin’ home with me.”


That was the end. Hope you like it. I don’t normally write smut but I think I’m going to write more smut in the future lol.

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Search for Loneliness Part2

Hi people! This is part two to the one shot called Search for Loneliness which is the first one on my blog. I think you can read this even if you haven’t read part1 and still get the plot. Hope you enjoy! 
Huge thanks to the person who requested Part1 and to my friend @interfectorems for the patience and help!

Plot: Harry broke Y/N’s heart. But how come he misses her now?

Warnings: May hint on sex and includes curse words. 

Pic isn’t mine. 

Harry was awoken by soft kisses being peppered across the warm skin of his shoulder and a low groan fell from his mouth. Images of a girl flashed before his eyes and a lazy smile forced its way onto his face, happiness flooding through his entire body.
She was here.
Y/N’s smooth fingertips were drawing over his tattoos and Harry took a deep breath, wanting to fill all his senses with her, all of what was her. His muscles relaxed beneath her soft touches and his heart thumbed heavenly full with emotion in his chest. Y/N had come back to him. Or maybe it was him who’d never left? Or…
Strange. She smelled differently than he remembered. And her hair was softer. In fact, now that he thought about it, the tender touches he was receiving could in no way be coming from his Y/N. Y/N hadn’t ever drawn over his tattoos, but rather along them, touching his bare, uncovered skin rather than the inked one. It was only a faint difference, but the moment he started paying attention to it he couldn’t ignore how drastically wrong this felt.
His heart fell and his stomach knotted. There was still the same distance between Y/N and him as there had been last night. And the day before. The week.
Harry rolled onto his side, successfully disconnecting the foreign girl’s touch from his body without even looking at her and got to his feet so quickly his head felt dizzy.

“Breakfast?” his raspy voice muttered, but he was out of the bedroom before his visitor could complain about his unfriendly manners or give an answer to his question.

….

“Yes, Gem, I’m aware of that.” Harry rolled his eyes at his sister’s lectures about how he’d missed another family dinner and pressed the phone closer to his ear. “It must have slipped my mind. M'sorry.”

“You seem to have very little room in that mind of yours lately,” his sister remarked, “We’ve all seen what might be occupying all the space. How is you’re new mysterious women doing?”

“S'no mystery,” he replied slowly, “And s'not very serious.”

She hummed, indicating that she clearly didn’t buy it. “When did you decide Y/N was to be out of the picture?”

Harry huffed in annoyance. In moments like this he regretted ever bringing Y/N around to meet his family. If he hadn’t done that they surely wouldn’t be bothering him about her anymore.

“I had my reasons so don’t even start.”

A loud, exaggerated sigh was heard, yet she remained silent. Gemma knew her brother well enough to sense when it was best to leave him alone. She also knew when he’d spill what she wanted to hear without needing to be pushed.

“She was just… not right, you know?” he admitted.

“How so?”

Harry shrugged even though she couldn’t see, his fingers nervously switched on the tap, allowing clear water into the sink. Switch on. Switch off.  

“She couldn’t accept my life”, he explained, careful to choose his words wisely, “There were many little things she did which clearly showed how little she understood about my lifestyle and there were bigger ones. I once asked her to come to dinner with me and Kendall and she said no, not because of my past relations with her, but because she didn’t want to get into a situation where she’d be filmed for a TV show. Or because there would have been too many paps around. Same went for any other time I wanted her to meet someone remotely famous and at some point all the arguments became too much. Is adapting to my standards really too much to ask? She couldn’t just expect me to change for her or to not go out for dinner every week anymore.”

Silence. One that told him enough.

“What?” he asked annoyed.

“Why do you think I didn’t come to that yacht you rented a couple of years ago?” Gemma giggled. “I met Kendall and she’s actually quite lovely, but her presence does mean a massive amount of cameras. So do all of your other friends. I’ve got sort of used to it over the years and still hate it, so I can understand if a girl with even less experience feels frightened or intimidated by it. Just my opinion, little brother. Maybe you could have solved that issue by simply giving her more time.”

Harry swallowed hard and processed his sister’s words. More time? But weren’t five months enough to come out of your shell if that’s what your boyfriend expects of you?

Gemma went on: “If you feel happier now then I’m on your side, promise. But you need to make an effort, too, Harry. If any relationship of yours should ever lead to something, you have to get used to the thought of making an effort yourself and not just expecting the girl to do all the work.”

….

Harry scrolled through her Twitter page and it was strangely empty. The last phrases she’d tweeted had been posted weeks ago. Not even her favorites showed any activity and though Y/N hadn’t exactly visited her Social Media every day, this absence did appear odd. Harry couldn’t admit it to himself, but he did miss knowing what she was up to. Had she experimented with a new recipe? Had she gone to the cafe in north London she’d always wanted to visit? Had she managed to get a ticket for that gig one of her favorite musicians  had held last week? He wished he could ask her.
Deciding that this wouldn’t provide any of the desired information, Harry closed the app with a sigh and instead found himself opening the familiar app of his photo folder.
This images weren’t new, but familiar and this was something he desired just as much; the familiarity Y/N had posed that was now lost. Harry stared at the photos and was surprised how every detail of her face was still engraved into his memory, just like any face of a person he cared about was. Only that he shouldn’t feel that way for her anymore. He didn’t have the right to.

“What are you doing?”

The voice was soft and sweet and yet Harry flinched at the unexpected noise. Mia… Maya… Harry wasn’t sure which name it was exactly but after she’d stayed over for three days now he figured asking would be rude. He shut off his device and let it drop onto the coffee table before him, doing his best to appear relaxed.

“Nothing really.”

His new girl smiled and stepped closer. She was pretty. Her hair fell in long waves just below her waist and her wide eyes sparkled with a friendly curiosity for what he was up to, thought or felt. A curiosity he’d known when he had himself began developing feelings for Y/N and now was all he needed to recognize the condition the girl before him was in. She would fall for him. Soon.
Harry didn’t tense when she stepped closer and instead held out a hand for her to take, giving it a slight tug so she would swing one leg over his lap and climb up.
Harry granted her a gentle smile when he had her sitting in his lap with both slender arms wrapped around his neck, his own hands pressing against her smooth back. Maybe if she’d fall for him, he would find the perfect companion he had been dreaming for. The one Y/N had failed to be.

“Are you okay?” Mia or Maya asked with a small frown between her perfectly plucked brows.

Harry just nodded, his throat too dry to answer. Her smell invaded his senses and the sweetness of her perfume clouded his mind. His girlfriend, if that’s what she could be called, smiled and leaned in to press a kiss to his mouth, expecting it to be a short one and finding herself surprised when Harry’s tongue pushed between her lips and dipped into her mouth. One of his hands moved up to press against the back of her head, keeping her from moving back while his fingers pulled at her top with a feverish desire to tore it away. A small laugh fell from her soft lips and she disconnected their kiss in order to oblige his wish and undress. Once off, she leaned in and pressed tender kisses to the side of his neck, sighing whenever his hands moved over the uncovered skin of her body.
Harry’s mind raced and his heart thumbed heavily in his chest. His lower stomach ached and his thighs felt pleasantly tingly. Soft hair brushed over his skin, warm lips placed gentle kisses and delicate hands left faint scratches on his back and stomach. He allowed his head to roll back and his eyes to fall shut.

“Y/N.”

The name left his mouth in a breathy gasp and it took the girl he was holding to shrug off his embrace before he could realize what he’d done wrong. Hurt evident in her eyes she stumbled to her feet and bent down to gather her shirt, covering her naked torso with hastily moving and shaking fingers.
Harry’s stomach turned and he shook his head, an exhausted huff leaving his mouth.
Why wouldn’t Y/N leave him alone? Even when she was miles away she could torment him like no one else ever had.
Words were shouted, but he took it with no fight and instead stayed sat in his chair as the girl before him began to cry and shake, receiving no words from him to mend her heart ache. At some point he thought she’d slapped him, his cheek, previously kissed by the same person now red and stinging. But he wasn’t sure and only noticed his guest had left when the door fell into its lock with a loud noise.

….

He had to call her. Y/N hadn’t left his mind in days and frankly he was quite sick of it. So many ordinary tasks had been ruined by her messing with his head. Nervousness made his heart skip and press the phone just a little closer to his ear, waiting impatiently for Y/N to pick up.

“Hello?”

Her voice. His eyes fell shut when he heard it and his fingers tingled. She sounded calm and collected, not angry at all.
Harry cleared his throat.

“S'me.”

Silence. He heard Y/N take in a breath. “I’m sorry, but who’s this?”

A frown took over his forehead until it dawned on him. She couldn’t have known it was Harry, he realized. In order to keep any woman he was involved with from having his private number he had it blocked at all times. He could call and text them without any of them getting his contact info. It was an old habit he’d broken for Y/N and quickly picked back up once he’d broken up with her.

“Harry,” He clarified, a small smile tugging at his lips, “Forgot about me already, have you?”

The silence following his words was nothing like the one earlier. It was as if the connection had died and Harry quickly checked to see if she’d actually ended it or not. Harry’s feet shifted and sighed.

“Y/N?” he pressed on carefully.

“Harry.”

It was a whisper, exhausted and empty.
Harry’s heart squeezed painfully tight and he brushed the sweaty palm of his free hand against his jeans. So she really wasn’t angry, but hurt.

“Listen,” he began, “I-”

But he was already interrupted by the dreadful peeping noise and this time once he looked at his phone, her name had vanished.

….

His head hung low and his hands were balled into fists. Just one knock, that’s all he had to force himself to and from there she would take the lead. Every time Harry had had a problem it was her who knew just how to solve it, why should it be different now? All she’d need is him who came back long enough for her to help.
With a deep breath Harry raised his hand and let his knuckles meet the door twice. A shudder ran down his back and his throat went dry.
What would he do? What would he say?

I know I was an asshole but I flew all the way back to LA for you so please forgive me?
I can’t explain it, but I miss you.
You haven’t left my mind in weeks, no matter how much I tried.

He couldn’t blame her should she shut the door right into his face if he dared bringing any of those weak excuses. His trail of thoughts was interrupted by the wooden door opening just a slim gap, allowing the person inside to see who it was interrupting their evening.
Harry braced himself, his heart skipping in his chest and he looked up eagerly to see the face he’d missed so much more he could have been prepared for.
But it wasn’t Y/N.

“Mary.”

Harry cleared his throat as the unexpected sight of Y/N’s friend threw him off guard. She narrowed her eyes once she realized it was in fact him and she opened the door wider, keeping hold of it to block him from entering.

“I knew you’d miss her,” she spoke, her voice nothing but unkind and empty of sympathy, “She is too good for you and I just knew you’d end up at her door once you realized that no girl you’d try replacing her with would compare.”

“Is she here?” Harry asked, ignoring the sting in his chest caused by her harsh words.
They were true in every way but his pride wasn’t going to just let him admit that.

“Yes,” Mary replied.

He paused, expecting her to say something more but she just continued to stare at him with venomous eyes.

“I need to see her,” he elaborated and took a step forward.

The gap quickly narrowed, but to his surprise Mary nodded. “The moment she calls for me to drag you back outside, I will.”

Harry nodded and pushed past Mary, entering the familiar space. He could still feel her enraged gaze on his back as his own eyes scanned the living room in search for his ex girlfriend, but she was no where.

“She’s in the bedroom.”

He uttered a thanks to the woman eyeing him and with weak knees he walked down the familiar hall and to the closed door or her bedroom, his heavy heart dropping to his stomach. He’d stood here so many times before.
Sometimes with flowers in his hands to surprise her just because she was as lovely as they were. On other days, mainly morning, he would take a moment to prepare for seeing her barely dressed and in her bed, his fingers tightening around the cups of coffee or the bag of breakfast he had gone to pick up.
Of course he also recalled the many nights where he’d stood right here, with her in his arms or hoisted up and pressed against the wood.
Never before had he stood here with fear rushing through his veins. It’d been him who’d rejected her, but he couldn’t imagine handling the situation if their roles were reversed. He was certain he wouldn’t be able to bear it.

Then he heard it. At first only faintly, then clear and loud enough for his heart to break.

Whimpers. Cries. Sobs.

Her face when it had finally dawned on her that he was leaving her had been a picture he’d replayed in his head over the past weeks.
His ears still rang with her cries and his eyes burned at the memory of her soft lips parting to beg him to stay with her.
And still, he hadn’t realized just how much he’d harmed her until now that he could hear her heartbreak through the thick wood of her door.
His hands pushed down the handle before he had thought twice about it and he rushed into the room. He could have sworn his soul crumbled at the sight of Y/N curled up in her bed, a thin blanked shielding her shivering body from the cold while she cried and sobbed into her pillow. Her arms were wrapped around the fluffy material and her head buried into it so Harry couldn’t see her face. Harry wasn’t sure if she’d even noticed his presence or not but he didn’t care.
Before Y/N could protest or really understand what was going on, he’d discarded his shoes and climbed up behind her. Both of his arms found their familiar hold around her waist and he felt tears shoot to his eyes when he finally buried his head into her neck, breathing in her comforting scent. His legs pushed hers apart before intertwining with them and so Y/N soon was cuddled into and against Harry, closer and tighter than she’d ever been before.

“I’m so sorry,” Harry breathed against her skin, “I love you.”

Not for a moment did he hope she might have missed the confession that had slipped his lips before he could stop it. Though Harry hadn’t thought about it before, hadn’t come to any conclusion and sure as hell hadn’t spoken to anyone about it, he realized it was true. He did love Y/N and any reason he’d dug up to break up with her had been for the sole purpose of stopping him from falling deeper.
But he loved her. And this time he wouldn’t leave.

“Forgive me,” he continued, his own voice breaking as his eyes stung with tears.

Y/N’s body was stiff aside form the occasional shakes by her crying and she did nothing to return his embrace. But she didn’t push him away either and this allowed him to hope.
His lips found her neck and he sobbed when happiness flooded his body, his skin tingling with the relief of finally having her close enough to touch again.

“This time will be different,” he promised against her before pressing another tender kiss to her skin, “I promise you, Y/N.”

And so they lay, on the very bed Harry had broken her heart on all those weeks ago. He thought it fitting that it was here he doing his best to mend it again.
But although he held her, breathed her in and murmured promises of how much he regretted it all, Harry continued to fail to understand just how deep his betrayal had cut and so he didn’t know that all Y/N’s head was screaming for was for him to disappear, even if her arms were too weak to push him off and her voice too thin to send him away.

….

When Harry awoke he was alone.
His hands didn’t need to pat the mattress in search for her, his entire body could feel her absence without having opened his eyes to confirm it. He felt cold.
He crawled out of bed with a groan and stretched his limps before walking gingerly to the closed door, down the hall and into the kitchen. His hands clenched and his heart skipped widely in his chest, nervous of what was going to happen next.
Y/N was standing with her back to him when he entered the small space of her kitchen and for a moment Harry considered sneaking up on her and wrapping her into an embrace, just like he’d done many times before. She turned around to face him before he got the chance.
Y/N’s eyes met his and he froze. Her gaze wasn’t anything like the loving and warm one he’d expected to receive. Instead, her eyes were bloodshot and swollen, proving just how much she’d cried last night, if not many more nights before that.
Her lips were bitten and dry, her hair appeared to be mat and when she raised her mug to her lips to drink he noticed how her hand was shaking.

“Did you sleep okay?”

It was a stupid question, he knew that even before he’d asked it, but he couldn’t think of anything else he could say. The girl before him looked nothing like the Y/N he knew.

“Can’t say I did.”

Not even her voice sounded the same, he noticed with a sinking heart.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, unsure to which one of his many mistakes the apology applied for.

“Breakfast is in the fridge,” Y/N spoke without reacting to his words.

They ate in silence, Harry sitting on the table and Y/N leaning against the counter. He watched her hand trembling slightly whenever she raise the spoon full of cereal to her mouth and he needed to focus on his own fingers to keep them from shaking too.
Once they had both finished Y/N turned to wash her bowl clean, but flinched away from the water when Harry stepped close to do the same.

“Y/N,” he sighed, set down the ceramic he was holding, before leaning against the counter himself. “Talk to me.”

“I don’t know what to say,” Y/N answered quietly, “Other than  that I think you should leave.”

Her eyes refused to meet his and instead focused onto the floor. A frown took over his face.

“Leave?” He shook his head.

“Yes.”

“But Y/N,” he protested, “we made up. Last night when I climbed into your bed… we made up, didn’t we? Said I was sorry and promised to be different now…We made up.”

Though he’d wished to have her look him in the eyes again, the moment she did, he regretted it. Her orbs were cold and empty of any kindness.

“Because you climbed into my bed as I was crying?” The raw emotion in her voice knocked the breath right out of him. “You think that’s all it took?”

“I-” Harry began, but was interrupted.

“Surely you must know that it was you who’d made me cry last night. It’s been you every night for the past weeks.”

He swallowed hard and his stomach was in knots as he watched her turn around and exit the kitchen. Though he was worried about what would happen next, he followed her into the living room, this time aware of her resentment towards him and so he didn’t try and sit close to her again once she lowered herself onto the couch. Harry took a seat on one of her chairs and watched her warily, unsure if she wanted him to speak or had something to say herself. After a moment of silence he took a breath.

“I swear to you,” he began, “that me breaking up with you was in no way your fault. I know I made you feel as though it was, but it wasn’t. All you did was caring for me so much more than I’d imagined someone could and I fucked it all up simply because I didn’t know how to deal with that.”

“I didn’t think somebody caring for you would pose such a problem to you.”

“It didn’t,” Harry quickly argued, “Not a problem, but something that scared me. I didn’t want you to realize that I didn’t deserve you.”

Y/N laughed. “That’s bullshit. You wished that was why you broke up with me but we both know it isn’t.”

Harry fell silent. The girl before him shook her head and let her gaze wonder to the window, appearing deep in thought for a moment.

“I have spent every minute of every day since you abandoned me with ways of making sense of it. Do you realize that? While you were fucking her, I was sitting here wondering what I’d done to be thrown to the side like a plaything you decided you didn’t want anymore.”

“That’s not true,” Harry protested before he could stop himself, “I saw you with that man at the shops. I did nothing with anyone until I saw those pictures!”

“Oh, I’ve seen those photos, too,” Y/N spoke, her voice raising, “And you, of all people, should know that the media can make anything into a story! It was a guy who’d accidentally bumped into me and asked if I was alright. Nothing more.”

Oh.

“And what about you?” she continued “Did you also just happen to fall into that woman’s arms and did your mouths meet completely by chance? Did she stumble into your bed and you just coincidentally happened to be naked?”

“Stop.”

“Why? Don’t you want to think about her?”

“No,” he murmured, his eyes suddenly wet with tears.

Y/N swallowed hard and though it wasn’t easy for her to see the man she loved tormented, she had to admit that with every word she spoke, another weight was lifted off her chest.

“I’m not the first,” Y/N began, her tone gentler, “That’s what saddens me, too, though it saddens me more for you than it does for me. Tell me, what is the girl’s name? The one you left behind now so you could come to me.”

Harry froze. He looked at Y/N and if he wasn’t mistaken he recognized a hint of pity in her eyes. Not pity for herself, but for him.

“Do you not know? It’s Moira.”

Moira. Harry’s mind raced. Not Mia. Or Maya. Moira.

“I saw it in every picture that was posted online. She was like me, looked at you just the same. Are you aware that you broke her heart just the same you have broken mine?”

No, Harry thought, he couldn’t have.

“And what is the girl’s name you left before you first met me? And the girl before that and the girl before that? You have left so many people in the past few years there is a trail of heartbreak behind you and to this day you have remained completely unaware of it.”

Y/N’s cheeks were wet but her voice didn’t tremble.

“It isn’t the same,” Harry spoke, his voice hoarse, “you’re the only one I want, Y/N. We laster five months, that’s worth so much more than any fling I might have had before you.”

He closed his eyes and let his head fall into his palms.

“They meant nothing,” he swore, “and Moira,” he swallowed hard, “was only a distraction from you.”

“You said I wasn’t what you wanted,”  Y/N continued, “I assume you told all of them the same. You’ve let so many people down all because you selfishly chase a romanticized picture of a relationship you have in your head.”

“I’ll change,” Harry weeped against his palms, “From now on it’ll be only you. I don’t need any imagination of a relationship. I want what was real. Want it with you.”

He removed his palms form his face and got to his feet. He noticed her body tense when he neared but she didn’t move away, not even when he dropped to his knees before her.

“I’m in love with you.”

She shook her head. “Don’t,” she whispered and this time she allowed him to see her tears fall from her eyes, “don’t say that only because you’re scared.”

“I’m not,” Harry whispered, “It’s the truth, that’s why.”

Y/N didn’t flinch when he reached for her hands and his heart squeezed when she didn’t pull away.

“I am scared,” he continued, “How couldn’t I be? Your rejection would break my heart and I don’t know how I’d live with the knowledge that it is my fault that I lost you? But I’m not scared of being alone anymore, not enough to throw myself into random relationships like you were right, I have done all this time. I want you or nothing at all, Y/N. I love you.”

He watched her sob and squeezed her fingers with his gently, appreciating any skin touched by her warm tips. This small touches, the reluctant squeeze and tiny movements, meant so much more than the physical contact he’d graved and taken last night. He’d held her, kissed her, breathed her in. But this was voluntarily. She was holding his hands because she wanted to.
He could have rejoiced.  
When her body fell forward and into his open arms, he didn’t know for sure if it was because she wanted it or just her body giving out, finally surrendering to the weight of her emotions.
He cried out when her arms settled around his neck and his heart broke when he felt her kiss his neck. After all this time, he could breathe again.

“Harry,” she whimpered.

“I’ll fix this,” he promised, “Everything. I’ll call and apologize to every woman I hurt in the past. You are right, always are, and I should apologize to them for my selfish actions. But you and I are different, Y/N. We’re real and I won’t let my stupid imagination ruin anything again. I don’t want the classic perfect. I want our perfect.”

She sobbed and held onto him tighter. Harry fell back to sit on the floor and a relieved laugh tumbled from his mouth when she followed to sit in his lap, both legs now wrapped around his waist.

“I love you,” he whispered against the shell of her ear.

He groaned when her small hands pulled at the strands of hair at the back of his neck, but obeyed and moved his head back so his eyes could meet hers. Her beautiful orbs were full of the loving care he’d missed so much and he felt another wave of tears rush to his own eyes.
For a moment she just looked at him, the man she’d given her heart to, who’d then broken it and now promised to mend it again. Harry.

“It’ll take time,” she murmured shyly and he nodded without hesitating, “but I think we’ve got enough of it.”

A smile danced on his mouth and his eyes closed when her soft lips met his in a tender kiss. He had her back, he thought, his heart full of joy and he wouldn’t ever be reckless enough to let her go again.

Thank you for reading this!! Hope you liked it. 
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No Inhibitions

I wanna follow where she goes, I think 
about her and she knows it.
Oh, I’ve been shaking, I love it when you go
crazy. You take all my inhibitions. 
You take me places that tear up
my reputation, manipulate my decisions.
Cause if we lost our minds and we took it way too far. 
I know we’d be alright. If you were by my side and we 
stumbled in the dark, I know we’d be alright.


Tom had been lucky enough to meet [Y/N]. It had been at a party in downtown San Francisco, everyone under the sun was invited to that party. It was wild. People were stumbling through rooms, slurring their words, crawling down the stairs, slinging liquor around, and the music had been so loud, Tom could feel it in his bones every time his heart would beat. 

After some drinks were in his system, he came across the pretty singer lounging on the balcony. With all the liquid courage he had consumed, it was easy to talk to her and when they decided to meet up days later on sober accords, it was even better. 

She had shown him around her home. Took him to places he would have never seen or even bothered to go to. [Y/N] was a different kind of person with a different kind of life, and he enjoyed every bit of it. She was a singer, someone who took great pride in music and made it her life. [Y/N] knew all the best places to go for someone who had never experienced that kind of thing. He had a fun ride that week he stayed in San Francisco. Part of him, never wanting to leave and the other part wanting to take her with him back to London. Take her to his home, show her his kind of life. But with her about to embark on her first ever world tour, he knew he couldn’t. 

It had been a months since the two of them had last seen each other but it had only been a few days since they last spoke. They kept in touch, him finding parts of him he never knew about when he was talking with her. [Y/N] was a wild child and he loved it. She had no limitations and saw the world as her oyster. Tom really liked that about her, her ability to just do what she wanted because no one could tell her otherwise. She wasn’t afraid of anything.

[Y/N] didn’t care what the media thought of her or what kind of consequences her actions would have. She lived in the now. It was exhilarating to be involved with someone like that. All she did care about were her fans and what they thought of her. [Y/N] never wanted to disappoint her fans but just like Tom, they loved that she was carefree and erratic. 


“Very convenient that you live so close to home.” [Y/N] commented as Tom led her into his apartment. She looked around, chuckling to herself. It was obvious that a guy lived here. Not that it was messy but the lack of decor and reason gave it away. 

Tom gave a nervous chuckle, “Yeah, mum found it and I thought why the hell not.” He walked towards his kitchen, “Want a beer? I was actually going to move to Los Angeles.”  

[Y/N] gave him a dazzling smile, the kind of smile that would cause him to lose his train of thought if he were to be in the middle of a conversation with someone else. “You know I do.” Following him, she thanked him when he gave her a bottle. “And that would have been easier than a ten hour flight. We could meet in less than two hours by plane.” 

Sipping on his own, he smiled. “I know but London’s my home, you know? Speaking of which how are you liking London?” Tom was ecstatic that she was finally done with her ninety-four day tour. And he was especially happy that she decided to fly out to London to give it a chance. He had talked it up so much and [Y/N] had only spent a few days in it during her tour that she wanted to experience it more. So, she enlisted in the best tour guide there was. 

Shrugging, she took a sip. “It’s alright.” Flashing him another one of those smiles, she followed him to his couch. Taking a seat on the opposite end, she pivoted towards him. “But, I can see the appeal.” 

Tom pretended to feel offended, “London is the best, way better than your San Francisco.” 

“We will see about that.” She laughed.

Tom was about to respond but received multiple text messages. Reaching into his pocket, he juggled his beer and his phone. Opening the texts, he internally groaned at them. Just before they had gone to his apartment, he had stopped by his parents home to introduce [Y/N], really to Tessa, but also his family. They ended up staying for dinner even though he had tried to stress that he was going to take [Y/N] to his favorite pub. 

[Y/N] quirked a brow, “You okay? Look like you’re reading something bad.” 

Tom gave a nervous chuckle, “What? Oh, no. Nothing bad.” Shoving his phone back into his pocket, he shook his head, “It’s nothing, not bad. Uh, just my family texting me…about you, that’s all.” 

Smirking, “About me? Should I run for the hills?” [Y/N] wouldn’t deny that how she was portrayed in the media was a wild child. If she was on the outside looking at herself, she’d be a little weary. But, she always held herself to be respectful and kind. 

He shook his head, laughing. Looking at his beer bottle, he sighed. “Actually, no. Quite the opposite.” 

This time, her brow quirked in curiosity. “The opposite? Most people think I’m reckless.” 

Sucking in air, he debated if he should reveal what the messages were saying. Tilting his head back and forth, he just went for it. “Nah, my mum really likes you. I think she likes that you’re determined and spontaneous.” Looking back down at his bottle, he started to peel the label. “She told me that I should take you on a date…..” 

“A date, hm?” [Y/N] murmured with a bit of humor in her words. 

“Yeah,” he chuckled. “And dad agrees.” 

Sipping on her beer some more, she chuckled. “The dreaded what are we to each other conversation hasn’t even come up and I’m already pre-approved.” She winked. [Y/N] wouldn’t lie about it but she did find Tom to be rather desirable. Far from the kind that she usually gravitated towards, usually the bad boys that used her. [Y/N] had a thing for bad boys, accents, and brains. Tom wasn’t necessarily a bad boy but he was an actor, it wouldn’t surprise her to find him in that kind of role eventually and her to go crazy. But, he had an accent and from what she had learned from their friendship was that he was incredibly smart as well. 

“That’s rare, you know.” Tom pointed out. “Usually my parents find at least one thing that they don’t like about the girls I’ve brought home.” 

“Give them time, I’m a book of flaws.” She muttered. 

“I don’t know,” Tom answered, “You’re pretty popular out here in London. It wouldn’t surprise me in the least bit if my parents knew all about you.” 

“Yikes.” [Y/N] chuckled. Bringing the bottle to her lips, she shrugged. “Although, dating you wouldn’t be bad.” 

This surprised him, “What?” 

“Come on, Tom.” She breathed, giving him a smirk. “You’re hot.” She laughed at his facial expression “But let’s be honest, you couldn’t handle me.” 

He rose a brow, “You don’t think I can handle you? I spent four nights in a row drinking myself into oblivion with you.” 

“Oh, Tom.” She sighed, shaking her head. “That’s not what I meant.” Pursing her lips, [Y/N] thought about if she should go into detail. Running her tongue over her teeth, she leaned forward. “What I mean is that, I’m a very intimate person.” Tilting her head, she smirked a little. “Out in public, I might be a little out of control but typically reserved but behind close doors,” leaning back, she snickered. “it’s a whole different world. That is what you couldn’t handle.” 

Tom could feel his insides burning at the thought of what she could be like behind closed doors. Deciding to be a little brave, he shot back with, “How do you know if you haven’t tried?” 

“A little bold, aren’t we?” She commented. 

He shrugged, “You said I couldn’t handle you but I think you’re wrong.” 

“Wrong, huh?” She mused. Taking another swig of her beer, “Alright.” She set down the bottle on his side table before climbing over and sitting in his lap.

“Wha? What are you doing?” Tom stammered.

Smirking a smirk that sent chills down his back, she leaned forward. “I’m about to prove you wrong.”  Without giving Tom a second to register what she meant, she pressed her lips against his. Rocking forward, she nipped his lips before he finally kissed back. It didn’t take long for the heat to build up in their bodies.

Her nails were digging into his shoulders while his were digging into her hips. Tom had never felt a kiss be so exhilarating before. It was a different kind of feeling that he had never felt and it was already too late because he was addicted. A feeling of a grand euphoria pouring out of her lips and into his. He’d bet that kissing [Y/N] was just like taking ecstasy all night. 

Pulling from him, she nipped down his neck and all over his collarbone before going back to where it started. Kissing him for a few more seconds, she chuckled against his lips and pulled away completely. She tore herself away from him and stood up. Walking back to where her beer sat, she snatched it up and took a good swig. “I’ll admit, Holland. I’m a bit impressed by your kissing skills. Who have you been snogging?” 

Tom gave her an amused look, “Ha, ha.” He was still in a bit of a high to really concentrate on scolding her for mocking him. Shaking his head, he tried to clear his fuzzy thoughts. Running a hand over his hair, he muttered out, “Bloody Hell.” 

Plopping down next to him, she leaned her head back. “Too much?” 

Tom rubbed his jaw, glancing over at her. “Not enough, actually.” 

She gave a loose laugh, quirking a brow. “I’m warning you.” Sitting up straight, she looked at him sincerely. “You do not want to get involved with me.” 

“I think I do.” Tom whispered, staring into her eyes. Getting lost in them, wondering what kind of things they’d get themselves into. He wasn’t nervous like he had been with his previous girl friends. Something about [Y/N] was calming with a bit of lust for adventure. 

[Y/N] shook her head, “You really don’t. I’m a mess, Tom. I’m indecisive, a work-a-holic, impulsive, irresponsible, irrational, and slightly neurotic.” She smiled lightly, shaking her head again. “Those aren’t good qualities to have to be worthy of your affection.” 

Tom smiled sincerely, turning, he brought his hands to her face, cradling her worried expression in his hands. “When I’m with you, I feel like I can take over the world. All my insecurities and everything I’ve ever thought badly of myself just disappears. I don’t care if you’re indecisive, impulsive, or irrational. That just makes you, you. And I’m a work-a-holic too, I love my job. Acting is something I want to do forever. And the whole neurotic thing? Well, that can be easily medicated.” Tom smirked, winking after his medicated joke. 

She laughed, “You are insane to justify my bad traits.” 

Tom dropped his hands and pressed his lips together. “I like you, [Y/N]. I do. Life with you sounds great, amazing actually. You’re saying no without giving it a chance.” 

[Y/N] grabbed his hand, “Because I’m trying to spare you from my crazy, chaotic life.” 

“I don’t need sparing, love. I can handle my own. I promise.” 

[Y/N] stared at him for a few minutes, pressing her lips together as well. She couldn’t lie that the connection she had with the Brit was amazing, she missed being with him during her crazy tour days. [Y/N] spent her nights singing, dancing, and drinking. And every single time, she’d have a moment of clarity and miss the one person she told herself not to catch feelings for. 

She lived a fast paced life, it was what she always wanted. [Y/N] wasn’t sure if she had room for a relationship. But, it didn’t mean she didn’t crave it. She wanted both. She wanted him. Sucking in air, she set down her beer, “Fine.” 

“Fine?” Tom questioned. 

Nodding, “Yup. Fine.” She smirked, “You don’t want to heed my warning, Tom. Then okay. Buckle up, love. Loving me will be one hell of a joyride.” Moving in close, she grabbed his chin and crashed her lips against his. Enjoying the moment and relishing that for once aside from pursuing her dream that making this decision would be the best one yet. Pulling apart just long enough for her to whisper against his lips, “Because there’s nothing holding me back.” 


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anonymous asked:

Hi I want to start off by saying I love your writing/blog and I would like to request number 18 with tom please I don't really have an idea and if you are too busy and don't have an idea than just forget about don't stress yourself out over it than thank you hope you have a great day 😊

Tom x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol

Word count: 1744

Prompt: 18. “I shouldn’t be in love with you.”

A/N: I hope you liked it, it took me quite a while and I’m sorry if it ‘s not that well-written, I kinda had writers block.



Originally posted by tomhollandhollaatme


(Idk what that part is lol, kinda like an introduction maybe)
Watching her from farther away became his only occupation when she was near him. Loving someone and knowing you can’t have her is hard for someone to handle. But even harder for someone like him, someone as sensitive and full of heart.

“Hey what’s wrong?” He looked at you with a worried expression as you surprised him by ringing his doorbell at 11:30 PM. With your head held low you stood silently in front of him.

He was one of your best friends since you two met on set of Spider-Man: Homecoming. Both of you lived in London which brought you two even closer.

“I’m sorry. No this was probably stupid, I don’t wanna bother you. Good Night.” You rambled on before starting to leave but he pulled you back at your wrist and into a tight hug.

“It’s okay. You’re never bothering me or anyone. You don’t have to talk to me about it. Come in.” You had never come to Tom with such a personal issue but the way he reacted was just utterly cute.

Tom parted from you while closing the door behind you. “Want some ice cream? Or something else? Come on we’ll get you something to eat.” Hesitantly he took a hold of you hand and lead you into his kitchen.

Swiftly he opened the huge fridge, placing you in front of it and signaling you to take whatever you wanted. He remembered how you had told him that you didn’t like just taking stuff in other people’s houses even if they told you to, so he made it very clear that he would give you anything you wanted.

“Let’s see. I’ve got some pudding right here but also yoghurt, there’s some of that leftover pizza from this evening. But-” He closed the fridge in front of you. “I’ve also got a bunch of different chocolate bars, loads of Ben & Jerry’s, um, (insert favorite flavor), your favorite flavor as I remember.”

“Ben & Jerry’s sounds good.” Sheepishly you shift from one foot to the other before speaking up once again. “Oh and I know it’s hard for you, ‘cause that is just the way you are but could you just not be all quirky? Aren’t you tired at all?” You added sadly. “I am quirky because I want to pass some happiness on to you. Package or bowl?” “Are you really asking?”

“Package it is.” Tom grabbed two packages or “cups”, however you personally call these Ben & Jerry’s ice cream packages, and two spoons before you two settle down with it on the big couch in front of his TV.

After a while of silently eating ice cream and watching some TV you suddenly began pouring your heart out, startling him a little. “He hurts me.” “What?!” “N-not physically.” Awkwardly you corrected yourself.

A sigh of relieve left his lungs. “But he, well this is probably so stupid but, every chance he gets, he discreetly drops hints that he thinks my work isn’t real work and that it’s just ridiculous. Also he complaints about my personality a lot. That I am so immature and all.

It’s like he’s not even paying attention to me sometimes.” Tom’s heart dropped, breaking in two as he listened to how her boyfriend makes Tom’s loved one suffer. Also because he knows he would make her feel so much better if she just let him. “I know this is not the right question to ask and I’m sure I know the answer but why do you stay with him?”

“Cause I love him.”

“I won’t try to convince you that that is not love but just know that that’s my opinion.” “Thank you, Tom.” A tear rolled down your cheek as he wrapped his warm arms around you.


You were planning on visiting your favorite bar today with your boyfriend, meeting Tom and Harrison along with some other friends there. It was your birthday and you didn’t feel the need to throw a big party.

“Happy Birthday!” You hear Tom’s soft voice approach from behind you. Your heart skipped a beat. “Thank you.” He handed you a small gift, wrapped in wrapping paper. Hugging him tightly you thank him once again. “It’s nothing big but I hope you still like it.”

With a smile on your face you unwrapped it when you saw Tom glaring at your boyfriend who was sitting at the bar. Your boyfriend didn’t seem to notice. 

As you looked at the small gift you laughed happily. “That is awesome!” You turned it around. It was a framed picture of you and Tom. You didn’t even know that this existed, at least you forgot. “Because you always complain about every picture, ‘cause either one of us always looks weird. I thought we both looked pretty acceptable here.” A chuckle left his lungs.

“That is literally so sweet. We really do both look cute!” A bright smile was plastered on your face. You two were sitting on the couch in one of the trailers from the Spider-Man: Homecoming set in the picture while resting your head on his shoulder.

All giddy inside you quickly peck his cheek. “Wanna go drink something?” “Sure.”  “I’ll pay.” Thomas tried insisting on it but you were faster. “My birthday, I pay.” Pouting he sat down on a barstool next to you, to your other side; your boyfriend.

As you vividly kept up a conversation he was watching the both of you. Saw you laugh at Tom’s comments the way he never made you laugh. The alcohol was starting to get to him as he stood up. “I think I’ll take it from here.”

Your boyfriend suddelny cut in pushing Tom off the stool. Tom just threw a  questioning look at you. Shrugging you watch him turn around and walk over to Haz. 

Your boyfriend mumbled something about him being ridiculous. You knew he was drunk and decided to bring him home, preventing possible negative incidents.

Quickly you said goodbye to your friends, explaining the situation.

After going home he told you how much and how fast he had actually drunk already. Slowly you dragged him into bed. He started arguing again but you cut him off by saying good night and walking out of your shared bedroom.

After a while of watching TV as he was sound asleep in the bedroom someone rang your doorbell. Again. And again. Quickly you rushed to the door. “What is it? Don’t you think once is enough?” Opening the door a heavy smell greeted you. Alcohol. And in front of you, bringing the smell to you; Tom.

“Not another drunk man I have to deal with.” Sighing you let him babble. “I-I’m sorry. I camehereto tell youthat I-I love you.” Your eyes grew wide. “I shouldn’t be in love with you. But-I-am.” He connected the words sometimes, giving you a hard time understanding the drunk man.

“I think you should, you should come inside first.” Supporting him so he wouldn’t stumble you guided him into your flat. He flopped down onto the couch in your open living space.

“Tom I need you to talk to me, are you serious?” “Yes.” Damn it, drunk boys are exhausting. “I. Love. You.” Forgetting all about your boyfriend in the bedroom you sat down next to Tom.

“I know I am currently taken but I just can’t do that anymore. I’ve been falling for you for quite the long time and-” As you realized he had fallen asleep you sighed. Not knowing what to do you just left for your own bed, where you noticed your drunk and still sleeping boyfriend again. “This is going to be hard.” Terribly sorry for one of them and madly in love with the other you tried to get some sleep.


“What the fuck is this idiot doing on our couch?!” A loud, yelling voice woke you up, leaving you completely startled. Swiftly you hopped out of bed before rushing into the main living space. Tom, just as shocked as you were, sat up on the couch.

“He was drunk and came by last night. No big deal.” “No big deal? I can’t believe you. I don’t wanna see you anymore. Leave! And if I see you one more time with her I swear to god.” Well, it was going to be even harder than expected. “Leave him alone.” You started defending Tom, who was already about to leave.

“No, no, Tom. You are not going anywhere. Come here.” You grabbed his hand, pulling the confused and hungover Tom next to you. 

“I am tired of this. Okay? I am not under your control. You do not have the right to fucking tell me what to do and complain about everything. My job, my body, my character. That is not love. Love is when you’re there for someone every time she needs you ‘cause her boyfriend is being an ass again. No matter how late it is. Love is keeping quiet about your own feelings because you think she’s happier with her own boyfriend. Love is listening to her, remembering the little things about her. Looking at her in awe when she stands in front of you with his big t-shirt on; not complaining about it. Love is the way he treats me.” You pointed at Tom. “Not you. You should be ashamed of yourself. And I swear if you go out of here worrying why I fell in love with someone else, something is clearly wrong with you.”

Both of the boys looked at you in shock, Tom giving your hand a light squeeze. “Well, I guess I’m not wanted here anymore.” Your boyfriend stated as he went to grab his shoes and jacket before storming out of the flat.

A tear rolled down your cheek as you felt somewhat relieved. “It’s okay. You know I’m here for you.” Tom pulled you into his arms, making you feel the warmth of his body. “I didn’t know you had feelings for me.” Tom whispered questioning, still holding you. “I told you yesterday but you were already asleep.” “Okay, well, um…” (This phrase is from Fifty Shades Darker ;) It’s not Tom that is referring to Fifty Shades Darker here, just me, the author, using the phrase here.)  “…generally, a key part of good communication is that both parties be concious.” “You were drunk.” “So what? You could’ve told me earlier!” Tom whines.

“Same for you, idiot.” Scoffing he looked at you. “You’re the idiot.” A sweet smile appeared on his lips as he cupped your face with his hand, bringing your lips together.

history-rover  asked:

You asked for it. When the Scot Ties The Knot AU. 😜

okay, bit of background. we were talkin in discord about scottish twitter, which then transmuted into a talk about scottish romance novels, and then i brought up the greatest romance novel premise i’ve ever heard of: when a scot ties the knot by tessa dare. i’ve never actually read this book besides the back cover and some choice passages from my friend @galpaladvns who got it for her birthday or smth (all i really remember from that night was @funnythingsandphysics hunting through the pages for the smut which apparently took ¾ths of the book to get to?) but basically….. what happens next is the rough premise of the book, but viktuuri. and (very heavily winged) historical, because @kazliin and i are in agreement that there should be more period drama viktuuri anyway 


When a Russian is Rushin’ to Marry: Or, the Unexpected Consequences of Inventing a Boyfriend

“I’m so jealous of you,” Phichit laments as he helps Yuuri get ready for the evening’s events. “I remember my first season like it was yesterday. Everything’s so exciting and bright your first time around; I wish I could experience it again!”

Yuuri says nothing, only turns slightly to watch the way the light catches on his blue brocade waistcoat in the mirror. “I don’t know,” he admits after a moment. “I’m probably going to be dreadfully old, especially in comparison to young Mr Plisetsky who’s also debuting this season.”

“Well, sometimes people like a late bloomer,” Phichit chides, patting his forearm. “Now turn, so I can help with your ascot.”

Yuuri lets him adjust the silken material with a weary sigh. He’d been putting off his entrance into society for as long as could be deemed socially acceptable, mostly for his nerves. But with each passing season, his parents would get more and more concerned that he wouldn’t marry and settle down, and eventually he’d caved. Tonight’s soiree would mark his debut, and it was about as quiet an affair as he could manage. Still, the thought of being approached tonight with potential suitors continues to threaten to overwhelm him at any given moment. 

“Deep breaths, Yuuri,” Phichit offers kindly as he pats at his now properly-tied ascot. “You’re going to be just fine.”

“You sound more confident about this than I feel,” Yuuri retorts. Phichit helps him into his tailcoat with a grin.

“You’re a divine dancer, Yuuri,” he points out. “Who could say no to you?”

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Smoulder- Epilogue

Summary: Remember when this was a oneshot and it turned into a 160k fic which took almost a year to write? Lol *sobs because it’s over*

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Smoulder- Epilogue

“If you don’t stop twitching your leg, I’m going to break it.”

Adrien paused at Nathanael’s warning. A brief pause. A second’s pause.

He tried to contain himself. He really did.

A moment later, and completely subconsciously, he began to fiddle with his seat tray.

Nathanael groaned.

“Sorry, sorry,” Adrien apologised hurriedly, fully aware of just how irritating he was being. “I’m just nervous.”

Nathanael grinned at that.

“Really? Nervous?” he replied, tone as dry at the recycled plane air surrounding them. Quietly, he folded his own tray open, so that he had somewhere to sketch. “I had no idea banana-boy.”

“Don’t be mean tomato-head,” Adrien whined, flopping face-first onto the tiny plane window. “I’m trying my best to not be a pain.”

“Do or do not, there is no try.”

Eschewing his own internal dilemmas, Adrien shot up, a sunlit beam brightening his face.

“You quoted it!” he cried, throwing his arms around a reluctant Nathanael. “I knew you liked Star Wars! I knew it!”

“I never said I didn’t,” Nathanael responded coyly, tapping his pencil to Adrien’s nose before bringing it to his mini-sketchbook again. Overcome by curiosity, and a need for distraction, Adrien took a quick peak at what he was drawing. A fluffy tail. Some kind of wolf maybe? Or a fox? Maybe a cat? Adrien wasn’t sure from the angle he was staring. “I just didn’t have any interest in seeing it before being made to by my roommate. My roommate who is, inconceivably, nerdier than I am.”

“Did Louis know? I bet he would’ve had something to say. Or shriek. Louis shrieks a lot,” Adrien mused, scratching the back of his head as he was still restless. “Well if he doesn’t your secret’s safe with me. What happens in London stays in London.”

“True- and you know it’s never come up. The Star Wars thing,” Nathanael replied with a small smile, his eyes distant. It was a look Adrien had come to know well over the past year. He’d dubbed it Nathanael’s ‘dream face’.

Having realised the horrendous London rent prices were worse than that of Paris (how was that possible?) Adrien had quickly asked Nathanael move in with him and his friend had jumped at the chance. Adrien couldn’t blame him, he’d seen Nathanael’s old place. The mould on the wall had looked like a demented clown and it still gave him nightmares.

They’d been roommates the entire year.

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Infatuation - Part 7

Originally posted by got7kings

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5 PART 6 PART 7 PART 8 (M) PART 9  PART 10 PART 11

Summary: You are now a Pre-K teacher and you meet Jaebum, a single dad. 

Genre: Romance, teacher, crime, murder, single dad

Warnings: smut in later chapters, swearing

Definition of Pre-K: teacher for children at the age of 4

“So this is my house.” Yugyeom told you as you entered his living room.

You and Yugyeom had went to your house, so you could pack your essentials. As much as you tried to avoid it, it looked like you were actually going to be staying with Yugyeom. 

“Here I’ll show you the guest room.”

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Pity (Support: A Harry Styles Imagine Part 2)

Warning: accidents, swearing

Here’s the much awaited Part 2! I’m gonna say sorry in advance for how this one ended because I already planned out the ending yet I couldn’t put it into words. The result was a little confusion with the writing in the end but hopefully you guys will get the scenario.

Message me or ask me HERE if things get a bit confusing. I’ll take the blame. Sorry again. And to make up for it, I’ll make a Part 3! It’s time to send in your suggestions again!

Enjoy! Hope I didn’t disappoint.  

If you haven’t read part 1, click HERE

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It has been a few months since Harry and I broke up. To say that Harry was broken was an understatement. He made sure to call me everyday. Of course, what could he expect? I never answered. I even contemplated on changing my number but I had too much respect to do it.

The entire universe unfortunately found out about the break up but to my surprise, the fans wanted us to get back together. It wasn’t unknown to me that I was on the Directioners’ good side. They saw how much I love and took care of Harry and his fans appreciated that. Even though Harry ruined our relationship, it was still the best four years of my life.

**

“Y/N please at least answer his call. Just a call, singular. Please.” Louis called me a few days after the break up.

“Louis, I can make my own decisions.” I said.

“But you haven’t seen him. He has neither eaten nor bathed. His eyes are bloodshot and bags are seen under his eyes. He’s not the same without you Y/N.” I heard Louis say something when his phone was taken away.

“Harry, no.” Louis said but Harry didn’t listen.

“Y/N? Love? I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. Please hear me out. I-” Harry was about to continue when I hung up 

Hearing his voice made the butterflies in my stomach come to life. I missed him. I really did. But if his fame and fortune was more important than me, then to heck with him.

I deserved better. 

**

As the fashion show gets closer, nerves start kicking in. It was a good thing though. It made me work extra hard and made myself busy to avoid thinking about him. Gemma calls me every once in awhile to check up on me and so did Anne. It made me feel guilty though. I left their son/brother broken, yet they still cared for me. Gemma even made sure that I include their names for the VIP section in the fashion show.

One day, I was in a coffee meeting with my fellow designers and the organizers of the fashion show. They were talking about lighting, stage decor, and color scheme when I got a phone call from Gemma. Because of the meeting, I couldn’t answer her call. I shrugged it off thinking it may just be her weekly “just checking up on you” calls. I’ll just call her back later. 

But no, her calls kept on coming.

“Excuse me for just one moment.” I told everyone. They just smiled and said to go ahead. I immediately called Gemma and I got an answer in one ring.

“Gem? What’s wrong?” I asked. I waited for an answer but all I got was a sob.

“Hello?” I asked once more. “Gem? You ok? Where are you?”

 “It’s… It’s mum. Out of nowhere she just… she just collapsed and… and we had to call an ambulance and bring her to the hospital. She… she was bleeding, Y/N.”

I couldn’t process what she was saying. Anne was like a second mother to me, and knowing that her state was critical, I couldn’t just sit around.

“She was looking for you.” Gemma answered. “She was conscious for a few seconds in the ambulance and called everyone’s name, including yours. That’s why I had to call you up and tell you.”

“Where is she now?” I asked, making my way back to our table to collect my things.

“We’re here at the Wythenshawe Hospital back home. But you don’t have to drive all the way here, she’ll understand that you’re in London and-”

“I’ll be there in a few. Just… update me ok?” I said and hung up. My colleague saw me collect my things and stopped me for a minute. She gave me a look that said ‘what are you doing?’

“I’m so so sorry everyone, but my mum was brought to the hospital so I have to go. I’m really sorry.” Good thing that everyone was considerate enough and let me go without a grudge. Even the highest positioning person there told me good luck and to be careful.

Please let Anne be ok.

**

The drive to Holmes Chapel was somewhat short considering it was in the middle of the day where people were at work, which means no traffic, and I may have over sped a little. I quickly got my things and ran in.

“Excuse me, can you tell me where I can find Anne Styles or Anne Twist right now?” I asked the nurse. She looked at me as if I’m a crazy person.

“I’m sorry but the family told us that we were not allowed to tell anyone about her condition considering the entire family is here.” The nurse said.

“But I am family. I’m-”

“I’m so sorry but we won’t allow media or fans to enter.” She said in a “shoo” tone. 

I was about to explode when I heard a voice that I know too well.

“Y/N?” Robin said.

“Robin…” I said and my eyes softened.

“It’s ok, she’s my daughter-in-law.” He joked to the nurse. I laughed a little and immediately hugged him. He accepted the comfort and rubbed my back to soothe my worries.

The entire course of Harry and I’s relationship, Robin was always there like a Dad. He throws “funny” puns just like a regular dad would. He’d invite us to weekend barbeques when Harry was not busy. He’d sometimes invite us over to watch football on TV, considering I was a massive fan myself. When my parents were in town, Robin was the one who came up with the idea of a family dinner. He and my dad bonded like long lost friends, which made Harry and I happy that our parents were getting along.

“Robin, how’s Anne? Is she ok?” I asked, sniffling a little considering I was crying the entire trip here.

“She’s still in surgery, dear. The doctors are yet to talk to us about her condition.” He continued, “Thank you so much for coming in a flash, dear. Anne would be so happy to see you here.”

“Y/N!” I heard someone say. I turned around and saw Gemma and her boyfriend. She ran towards me and engulfed me in a bone crushing hug. I didn’t care though, she needed the comfort as much as I did.

“Gem! You ok?” I asked.

“Yeah. Thank you so much for coming, you know… even after the break-up… Mum would be so happy to know that you’re here.” She said. 

“Don’t mention it. I know you guys need a little comfort at this time.”

“Actually, there’s one person that needs comforting more than Gemma and I right now.” Robin said pointing to the benches by the emergency room. Seated with his face on his hands was none other than Harry himself. One can immediately know that he was crying, seeing that his breathing was fast. I sighed and smiled a little. Gemma smiled back and I made my way towards the love of my life.

I went over and knelt in front of him. “Harry?” I called. He immediately looked up and his eyes opened wide. He rubbed his eyes to check if I was really there.

“Y/N” was all he said before engulfing me in a tight hug. He cried harder as soon as his face hit my neck. 

He needs me right now, and I’m not courageous enough to push him away, so I let him hug me. He hugged me like never before. This hug has a mix of “I miss you.” and “I need you.”

Everyone knows how Harry was a mummy’s boy. He’d drop everything for his mum. He respected how Anne raised them on her own before she met Robin. The way she raised both Gemma and Harry into these beautiful human beings is beyond anyone’s power, and Harry knew that. She taught them how to respect women and people in general. She showered her children with love and made sure that they got only the best.

“Shhhh… “ I said as I rubbed his back. “Your mum is a fighter remember? She’ll get through this.”

“Thank you… so much.” Harry said in between sobs. I was about to say something when I heard the doctor call for Anne’s family members. Harry was the first one to stand up as if it was his name that was called.

“How is she?” Harry asked. Robin and Gemma was beside us in a matter of seconds 

“She’s fine now. There was just a lack of oxygen in her brain which caused her to faint. Was she exposed to stress recently?” The doctor asked. 

“Not that we know of, doctor.” Robin said.

“It may also be caused by excess work, but she’s now ok. The only problem was that she hit her head a little too hard. There was an excessive bleeding but we were able to stop it.” The doctor said. Everyone sighed in relief.

“She has passed the critical stage now and she’s in the recovery room. We’ll bring her to her private room as soon as her vital say she’s ok. But she’ll still have to stay for a few days just so that we can keep an eye on her and check for no further damage.” The doctor continued. Everyone thanked him and sat down with a sigh of relief.

I then continued rubbing Harry’s back for comfort. He didn’t say anything. All he did was hold my hand as a sign of gratefulness. I smiled at his kind gesture and for a few months, I saw him smile, a genuine smile.

That same day, Anne woke up to all of us fast asleep around her bed. Robin was beside her holding her hand. Gemma and Michal were leaning on the wall with their heads on each other’s shoulders. Harry and I were both on the couch the room came with with our hands intertwined. The sight made her heart melt. Everyone she loved was in one room. Robin felt Anne’s hand move which caused him to wake up fully. He then woke everyone up and everyone was happy to see her awake and well.

**

For the past few days I have been staying with Harry and his family at his childhood home. I wanted to stay and help the rest take care of Anne. Fortunately my work allowed me to take a few days off considering I told them that it was my mom who was brought to the hospital. They understood my case and let me have the days off.

Following the recent events, Harry has been quite distant with me the past few days. All I did was take care of him because I knew that he’d be too busy taking care and worrying about his mum that he’d forget to take care of himself. It was like a reflex.

“Harry, what do you think should we bring for lunch today? Gemma texted me saying that we should bring lunch for everyone. Your mum’s looking for Nando’s for some weird reason.” I told him as we made sure to pack everything Anne needed for the next few days. As I was about to talk again, Harry called me to the kitchen.

“What’s up?” I asked as I entered.

“We need to talk.” He said.

“Sure, what’s up?” I said.

“I need you to leave me alone until mum gets better.” He said straightforward. I was taken aback. A few days ago he was begging me to take him back. Now, it’s the opposite.

“Excuse me?” I asked.

“I know what this is.” He said pointing his finger back and forth between us.

“What do you mean?” I asked not knowing what the heck he’s talking about.

“Pity.” was the only thing he said.

“I’m sorry… I’m not getting what you want me to get here.” I said, shaking my head with a curious looking eyes.

“You’re taking care of me as if you still care about me… like I’m still your boyfriend!” he shouted. “And do you know how much it fucking hurts me to know that you’re just pitying me for what happened to mum?” I was about to cut him off but he did it first.

“I love you Y/N, I really do. But seeing how much better you did without me, it made me believe that I was the shittiest boyfriend in the universe. I prioritized my career when I should’ve put you first. I don’t deserve you.” He started crying as soon as he ended his heartfelt speech.

“You don’t care about me like before. You’re making me feel like you still love me.” I only noticed that I was crying when a tear streamed down my cheek.

“You’re right… You never deserved me. But don’t you dare imply that don’t care about you anymore, because I still do. I still love you, I really do but I don’t want to fix things just yet. But you need me right now, and I don’t have heart to see you broken over me and over your mom. The least I could do is take care of you.” I said. 

“If me taking care of you is giving out some kind of signal that I shouldn’t, then I’m sorry. I don’t want to get back together, not right now anyway. But I do feel obligated to take care of you.”

“But you’re not obligated to take care of me. Please… just help me by staying away from me. It’s for your own good.” he said. 

“Let’s at least be civil about this… for your mum.” I said, holding my hand out for him to shake. “I’ll stop with whatever I’m doing and just be here for your mom. I’m sorry for what I have done.”

And with that, he shook my hand. 

I should no longer care about Harry Styles.

REQUEST 126 ~ Love story

Warnings: none 

This is a female reader, i apologise in advance if that makes it harder to enjoy, i will try and work on making them gender neutral. 

Anything in italic is a flashback

Dan’s pov:

Tuesday, the one night of the week i spend chatting about the events of the world and the ones in my life. It’s always enjoyable to do as i get to feel closer to my audience. 

“Oh my god, is it true you have a girlfriend? asks someone in the chat, sorry i didn’t catch your user. I’m guessing you saw the photo that someone took.”

Earlier in the week the photo had been causing a shit storm on social media. It was shared by almost every account linked to the phandom, each with a different reaction. 

“From that reaction i’ll say you have. Ok to answer your question, yes i do have a girlfriend. in fact it was the girl whose hand i was holding in the photo.” I smiled and leaned back in my chair. 

Y/n, i hadn’t introduced her officially to the audience. We were oping to keep our relationship away from the public eye but i guess people are just too intrusive sometimes. However i guess there is no better time to reveal this. 

“How long have you been together?” I read out, picking one of the few questions that was appropriate to answer. 

“Oh, umm, i think it’s been a few months now. 10 maybe?” The chat went insane once again, mostly over how i managed to keep a secret relationship for that long. 

It definitely wasn’t the easiest thing to do, what with London being a big tourist attraction and viewers almost everywhere, but y/n understood, she made sure that when we were out together p.d.a was at a minimum. Even though she never shows it, i can’t help but feel it makes her upset having to pretend that nothing is between us. 

I glance back in the chat to find more questions, “How did you meet?” i smiled fondly as i remembered that day. 

“Well, i actually met y/n through a friend of mine and Phil’s. At first i honestly didn’t think much of her seeing as i hardly spoke to her all evening, but after a while things just clicked.” I smiled down into my lap thinking about how nervous i got when it came to asking her out. 

She sat across from me, taking sips from her drink. The bright lights of the restaurant where we had gathered amongst friends illuminated her face. She was mesmerising. The first time i had seen her she didn’t capture my eyes as much as now, but that was probably due to my lack of observation. 

“We’re just going over to the bar, we’ll be back in a minute.” Someone announced and walked away whilst being followed by everyone else at the table. 

I looked back and saw y/n still sitting there. “You not going?” i asked. 

She shook her head, “Nah, means having to get up and walk, and i’m way too comfortable. Plus don’t want to leave you on your own, unless you want that then i’ll go.” She started to move but i stopped her. 

“No, no it’s ok, i feel the same, walking is just not my favourite activity.” She giggled and smiled at me. 

I couldn’t control my own smile. “So Dan, we haven’t spent much time together.” 

“We haven’t. We should though. You do seem very nice.” 

“As do you. Sometime soon, when other people aren’t here.” 

I nodded and looked to see the group returning. “It’s a date.” 

“Honestly after i said that i thought she would have corrected me but she didn’t. Even after we met up again she didn’t say anything about it not being a date. In fact she has told me that she did class it as one.”

The door downstairs closed, reminding me that y/n was coming to stay over this evening. 

“One more question guys before i go. Are you happy with y/n?” 

I looked away and towards my phone, which displayed a picture of the both of us in an embrace. 

“Yes, i am. She honestly is one of the most incredible people i have met, she’s kind, caring and very passionate about a lot of things. Y/n makes each day feel like it’s worth living just so i can see her and be in her presence. I know i sound cheesy but it is the truth. I hope that she stays in my life for a long time. Ok now i’m done, see you next week!” I closed of the live show and sat back in my chair. 

Upon reflection i should have kept the issue quiet until i had discussed it with y/n but i’m glad they know just how much she means to me. 

I stood and headed in her direction to find her, she was stood chatting with Phil about something i couldn’t quite catch on to but once she saw me her smile grew. I pulled her into a cuddle and thanked who ever controls fate that i met her.

1 - CS Modern Day AU

The Reason 

Rated M

The three of them share a laugh before they all look to Emma. She has yet to comment on the new addition because she isn’t sure what to say. She usually doesn’t like change, they have a good thing going there, just the four of them. Plus, they all know him and she doesn’t, but she trusts their judgement, and she’s sure any brother of Liam can’t be all that bad.

So, with a shrug and a smile she says, “Welcome to Storybrooke, Killian Jones.”


Here I go again! I hope you all enjoy it :) Double line breaks mean change of POV

Special thanks to @yeahiliketheredleatherjacket who helped me look less of an idiot. <3


Chapter One

Emma sits on her fire escape sipping on hot cocoa as she looks down at the street below. It’s just after ten in the morning and Storybrooke is awake while she’s still blinking the sleep from her eyes. It’s funny, she’s lived in Storybrooke for three years now and she’s still not use to how early the town wakes up, or maybe it’s just her.

When she was a young girl and moving from home to home, sleep was something that didn’t come easily; she always had to watch her back, so maybe she’s still making up for lost time.

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pisceslovesyou  asked:

Req : Can i have one where you and haz met each other on the online dating site? you talk, develop feelings and things got serious. he wants to meet you and you let him take your virginity. (but you can decide on the ending, i won't mind and just write what you please!) Thank you. x

So I left out the virginity part.  But here ya go:

“Hey Clancy, you coming out with us tonight?  Ladies night…two for ones.  Heather is paying since she just got her new promotion.  Can’t pass up free food and drinks.”  Angela yelled from over her cubicle wall.

Clancy chewed on the inside of her lip as she stared down at her phone.  Should she go?  If she didn’t, she’d raise eyebrows.  But she wasn’t in the mood for drunken antics with her co-workers.  Especially since Bob had been getting on her last nerve lately.  She shook her head and opened her mouth to speak when she heard saw Angela pop up over her cubicle wall and then heard Melissa behind her,

“She has a date with what’s his name?”

Angela pulled her eyebrows together,

“Who?”

“You know.  The online guy.”

“I dunno if you can really call that a date.”  Angela pointed out, “They’ve never met.”

“Oh it’s a date.”  Melissa shot back, “Online dating is the way to meet people.  Get to know someone really well before you find out what they look like.  And this guy, if there’s any justice in the world, will look like the second coming of Brad Pitt.”

Clancy sighed,

“I love it when you guys talk about me and my life like I’m not here.”

Melissa smiled down at her,

“Hey, at least I was defending you.”

Clancy looked up at Angela,

“Tell Heather congratulations but I can’t tonight.”

Angela nodded,

“Alright then, tell loverboy I said hello.  What’s his name anyway?”

“Harry.”

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