my lord n savior


I’m at a loss for words – mostly because I’m having a rush of memories of things slipping into my drink, photos being taken, my body being bared to what felt like our entire university years ago – but Lindsey steps forward instead. “Harry…”

“No, Lindsey,” Harry shakes his head. He’s so angry – I can quite literally see it radiating off of his skin. “It’s not fair. It’s not fair that he gets even a piece of Rosie’s sympathy, a piece of her fucking time, after what he put her through.”

My Shirt - Steve Rogers x Reader

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain

A/N: praise our lord and savior hayley atwell i have no more requests. that being said, go crazy with my inbox. also, if you request plots, the stories will most likely be longer (but i’ll give the prompt lists dont worry)

Prompts (1 , 2 pls specify what list ): “Are you okay?” “I’ve had a rough day and honestly all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with…” “Are you wearing my shirt?” (by anon)

Warnings: Being shot, getting knocked out (dont worry the rest is fluff, fighting is in the beginning)

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