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“Oh, what fresh hell is that,” [Y/N] murmured under her breath as Peter drew out the schematics for her project. Raising a brow and tilting her head, she swore that Peter had just invented a new language. Running a hand through her hair, she shook her head. “I’m going to use the bathroom, I’ll be right back.” Picking herself up from Peter’s bedroom floor, she walked out the room.
“So, did you ask her yet?”
Peter yelped, jumping in his bones and then quickly turning towards his bedroom window to find Ned climbing through it. “Ned!? What the heck are you doing?!”
Nonchalantly, Ned struggled to get himself into his friend’s room. Cocking a brow, he motioned towards himself, “A little help would be nice.”
Unsure of what to do, Peter scrambled up from his spot on the floor and rushed to his friends aid. Yanking on him, he spoke low. “Seriously, dude, what are you doing here?!”
Ned snickered, “To make sure you don’t chicken out.”
Scrubbing his hands over his face, Peter groaned. “Why did you climb up the fire escape? Why not, I don’t know, ring the doorbell?”
Again, Ned snickered. “Would you have let me in? Besides, I know you don’t lock your window for quick Spidey emergencies.”
“Sh, sh, sh!” Peter growled. Now, he started to panic. “You need to leave,” pointing towards the cracked bedroom door, “[Y/N] will be back here any minute. What am I suppose to tell her when she finds you here? You can’t lie, you’ve almost told her I’m Spiderman on more than one occasions and I can’t lie to her because she knows I’m hiding something. And I definitely don’t want to ask her out with you standing here.”
Shrugging, Ned pondered. “Dunno.”
Smacking his forehead, “Oh god.”
“Hey, Peter? Can we switch it up and work on history? My brain hurts from all this engineer-” stopping mid sentence, she raised a brow at the sight of Peter and Ned awkwardly standing facing each other. “Ned? When did you get here?”
“Uh, just now!”
“Funny, I didn’t hear anyone knocking.” [Y/N] crossed her arms, her brow still raised. “What’s going on?”
Peter stumbled over his words, desperate to say something that wasn’t stupid. Ned on the other hand watched his friend walk himself in circles with sounds and noises that didn’t even sound human. Rolling his eyes, Ned patted Peter’s back hard.
“What Peter’s tryin’ to say is that he likes you, a lot. A lot, a lot. Way more then Liz and trust me when I say that because the kid was obsessed with Liz. I mean who isn’t though, you know? She’s hot and really smart,” Ned winced, “not, not that you aren’t hot or smart [Y/N]. I just mean like, Peter was just really-”
“-enough, dude.” Peter muttered, slightly humiliated.
[Y/N] crossed her arms, amused by Peter’s bright red cheeks. Trying to ignore the fact that her own face was flushing, she chuckled. “I see, and what was your purpose to crash our study session?”
Ned smiled brightly, “To make sure he didn’t mess it up!”
Nodding, “And you think he would have been worse at admitting his feelings than what you just said?”
“Uh,” Ned thought, frowning as he went over what he had said. Looking over at Peter who looked a cross between annoyed and embarrassed. “Sorry, bro….”
Peter hid his face with his hands, “It’s alright, buddy.”
[Y/N] sucked in air and let it all back out as she thought of what to say next. This wasn’t how she pictured her night with Peter going at all. They had spent the last few weeks getting to know each other and helplessly trying to get her to understand basic mechanical engineering fundamentals. “Ned, can you give us a moment?”
Ned bowing his head, sulked out of the room.
Smiling, [Y/N] lightly nudged Peter towards his bed. Sitting down next to each other, she chuckled at the obvious mortified expression. “So,”
“So.” He repeated under his breath.
Feeling her cheeks get red, she looked down at her hands and whispered. “If it helps any, I kind of, sort of, like you too.”
Snapping his head up, “What? You do?”
Nodding, “Yeah.” Giving Peter a sideways glance, she smiled. “I didn’t plan on it but you kind of crept up on me.”
Peter stared at [Y/N] with wide eyes and an open grin. He didn’t know what to say, all he wanted to do was do a happy dance and fist pump the air a few times but he knew that if he did that, it would be even more embarrassing than what Ned had just done.
Clearing his throat, Peter looked down at his hands. “What do we do now?”
Running her hands down her legs and then standing up, she motioned towards the books that laid sprawled on the floor. “Well, we should get back to studying-”
“-Lame!” Ned uttered as he walked into the room with his arms crossed.
[Y/N] gently rolled her eyes as she sat down on the floor. “Wanna let me finish, Ned?”
Annoyingly motioning her hands for her to do so, he huffed. Muttering some words under his breath about them being idiots for studying.
Turning to Peter, she smiled. “As I was saying, we should continue to study and once we both pass, then we can decide what we’re going to do for our first date.”
Peter smiled back, “Uh, yeah, definitely.”
“What?!” Ned exclaimed. Running a hand through his hair, he rose a brow. “What is wrong with you guys. You two basically professed your love and you’re going to focus on school?” Shaking his head, he groaned. “No, you two should be practicing kissing not practicing who took over Poland.”
Peter and [Y/N] exchanged looks before saying at the same time, “Get out, Ned.” Both of them laughed as he huffed and puffed out of Peter’s room.
As their laughter quieted down and they started to get back into the groove of where they were before Ned interrupted them, Peter piped up. “I’m not opposed to the kissing thing…”
Looking up from her history textbook, she quirked a brow. “How about this, if you ace your history test, I’ll consider it.”
A/N: This was requested by an anon! I hope you all enjoy Satan Sunday <3 <3 Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3
The rain pelted your clothes as you sat on the curb outside your house. You weren’t sure where you were going to go. Your family had always been strict with their religion and their rules. You didn’t mean to upset them with your opinion. Apparently having an opinion was earned in your home. You realized this a little too late.
Tears streamed down your face as you sat in the rain. It didn’t matter what happened, you now had nowhere to live, nowhere to eat, and nowhere to bathe. This had to be one of the worst days of your life.
“Religion can be so complicated,” an unfamiliar voice uttered, as a tall man towered over you. His hair was blond and his eyes were blue. He was wearing jeans and a brown shirt with a green over shirt on top of it. “I broke too many rules once. My father kicked me out too.”
“Hello there! Hope you’re okay! Was wondering if you could do a reader x
bill skarsgard where reader meets bill for the first time in stockholm,
she doesn’t know he is an actor, and he wants to keep it that way. But,
fans get involve. Rest is up to you if you feel inspired :) xx “
Pairing: Bill Skarsgard x Reader
A/N: Okay.. this is the first time I’ve write something with Bill, I‘m having a really bad crush on him and I can’t deal with him an his green eyes and everything. He’s such an amazing actor! I was in shock when I saw him as Pennywise. Sorry for my horrible english, I swear I’m trying my best. :c
You had spent the last twelve hours on a plane
traveling to Stockholm on a trip that you had planned with your friends, they
were dead tired and seemed that no one were interested in spending their first
day out of their country exploring the big city, but you were an energetic
girl, you used to be quiet and reserved in some things but your energy for
everything was very impressive, you were that kind of people that just seeing
them transmitted good vibes, so you decided to go out alone, you were not going
to miss a single day of your trip.
You left the hotel where you and your three
friends were staying and started to walk on the sidewalk with your hands inside
your coat, you took some pictures of a big park, you loved to take pictures and
publish them in your Instagram account, just for hobby. You also were a big fan
of coffee, so you had made a promise to taste one from every place that you
visited; on your way, you found a small cafe “Yummies coffee & bistro” you
read in the entrance, you approached just when the first drops of rain had
begun to fall; it was a rustic place, with some wooden little tables, each one
adorned with a small desert plant in the center, there were plenty of Christmas
lights everywhere that along with the light coming from the outside lit the
place to perfection.
A guy with big green eyes who was sitting
at one of the tables in the background watched you closely when you came in and
gave you a small smile, you smiled back and chose a table by the window with a
view to the outside and you sat to see the rain, you were sunk in your thoughts
when the waitress’ voice took you out of your cave.
“Välkommen, fröken, kan jag erbjuda
dig något att dricka? ”(literally I’ve translate this in google HAHA
sorry) and in that moment you regretted not knowing Swedish, the young waitress
left a menu on the table
“Sorry?” you said shyly in english
“Oh! Excuse me miss” she start speaking English” let me
looking for another menu for you” she said taking back the menu that she had
placed on the table before” May I offer you something to drink while I’m back?”
“I can wait, thank you” you said giving her a wide smile”
Several minutes had passed and it seemed that the waitress
had completely forgotten about you; you decided to entertain yourself a few
minutes checking your social networks on your cellphone, nothing new, just a
few notifications from your family asking you how you were and some likes in
the photo that you had uploaded just when you arrived in the city.
“Hello” you heard a manly voice next to you and turn yourself
to see him. It was the green-eyed guy from before, he was too tall and was
wearing a black coat
“Hi” you said gently, you didn’t know him, you had never
seen him in your life before this day
“Are you waiting for someone?” he asked you doubting “I’ve
seen you the last ten minutes and it seems like the waitress just forgot about
You laughed vigorously at his comment “No, I’m not expecting
anyone, apparently she’s looking for a menu in English, I think she’s translating
it herself” the man laughed
“I can help you order if you want, May I sit?”
You nodded “of course” He sat in the chair in front of you
while looking at you
“You’re not from here… American?” he asked
“How did you know?”
“Your accent, your way of dressing, your essence”
he laughed softly
“Are you telling me that I transmit
Americanism?” you looked at him frowning
“Sort of…” you both laughed “I’m Bill by
“Well YN, I don’t mean to bother you, I’m just trying to be
a good citizen, let me call the waitress” He raised his hand and a different
waitress appeared, she gave a menu to Bill and he started looking “anything special?
“. He asked you
“mmmh” you said with your arms on the table “I would like to
try… I don’t know, maybe something typical of the country? What do you recommend?”
“Maybe a köttbullar?” you look surprised
“what is that?”
“Meatballs, actually, Swedish meatballs, they’re good,
especially in this bistro”
“Okay, I’ll eat it” Bill ordered in Swedish
and the waitress said that she was coming back with your food”
You both continued talking and laughing for
a while “What brings you here, Y/N?”
“Well, my friends and I plan a trip every
year, this time we decided to do something bigger and come here, we all agree
to want to know Stockholm, I love the weather”
“Really?” he asked you frowning “but it’s
rainy and I doubt that you can do much today”
“Well, that didn’t stop me to come here”
He laughed “Why did you come alone? Where are your friends?
“We arrived just today and they were all
dead tired to get to know the city, but I couldn’t stop thinking that I would
be wasting my first day in Stockholm just because I didn’t sleep on the damn plane”
You smiled at him.
“Cool” he said looking through the window “they
will love the city, of course, if they decide to leave the hotel someday” you
both laughed and the waitress arrived with your food
“Have you lived in here your whole life?”
you asked him while giving a look at your food, it’s looks amazing and smell
He kept thinking for a few minutes “something
like that, I moved to America seven years ago, but right now I’m visiting my
parents like every year”
“really? Why would you move to America? I mean… Stockholm is wonderful”
“Work” He said with a simple smile and you thought that he wasn’t ugly at all…
“What do you do?… I just want to be sure
that you’re not trying to kidnap me or something” He let out a playful giggle. The waitress approaches to
remove the empty dishes and a group of girls appear
“Shit…” He whispered
“Mr. Skarsgard” said one of the girl, was
about seventeen years old, Bill turning to see them smiling “ Could you signed
this for me, please? “
“Sure…” He said, taking a sharpie and
signing a Pennywise poster, you really had no idea what was going on or why
these girls came out of looking for Bill and asking him for autographs and
pictures, they thanked him and then left ”What were we in?” he asked, you smiled at
him “What’s going on?”
“What about those girls?”
“mmmh, dunno, fans I guess” you look at him
without understanding, he snorts “I’m an actor, that’s why I moved to America”
“Yep” he sighed “I was going to ask you if
you’ll have a Fika with me before these girls showed up, but now I don’t know
if you’re going to accept it”
He smiled shyly “Sorry, I was trying to
sound Swedish, that’s how we call at the coffee time”
“Oh… I would have said yes, even without
knowing that you were an actor Bill, god, it must be tired to have to live with
those girls behind you all the time, uh?” you crossed your arms
“Exhausting, annoying, but sometimes it’s
fun, I mean, when you’re not trying to invite a girl who treats you like a
normal human being, to go out”
You laugh putting your hand on your stomach “I’m
full, I had planned to just have some coffee”
‘Choose… designer lingerie, in the vain hope of kicking some life back into a dead relationship. Choose handbags, choose high-heeled shoes, cashmere and silk, to make yourself feel what passes for happy. Choose an iPhone made in China by a woman who jumped out of a window and stick it in the pocket of your jacket fresh from a South-Asian Firetrap. Choose Facebook, Twitter, Snapchat, Instagram and a thousand others ways to spew your bile across people you’ve never met. Choose updating your profile, tell the world what you had for breakfast and hope that someone, somewhere cares. Choose looking up old flames, desperate to believe that you don’t look as bad as they do. Choose live-blogging, from your first wank ‘til your last breath; human interaction reduced to nothing more than data. Choose ten things you never knew about celebrities who’ve had surgery. Choose screaming about abortion. Choose rape jokes, slut-shaming, revenge porn and an endless tide of depressing misogyny. Choose 9/11 never happened, and if it did, it was the Jews. Choose a zero-hour contract and a two-hour journey to work. And choose the same for your kids, only worse, and maybe tell yourself that it’s better that they never happened. And then sit back and smother the pain with an unknown dose of an unknown drug made in somebody’s fucking kitchen. Choose unfulfilled promise and wishing you’d done it all differently. Choose never learning from your own mistakes. Choose watching history repeat itself. Choose the slow reconciliation towards what you can get, rather than what you always hoped for. Settle for less and keep a brave face on it. Choose disappointment and choose losing the ones you love, then as they fall from view, a piece of you dies with them until you can see that one day in the future, piece by piece, they will all be gone and there’ll be nothing left of you to call alive or dead.
“I walked through the door with you, the air was cold… but something bout it felt like home somehow…”
"Come on, love, you’re going to freeze to death!“ Tom called.
I smiled at him and ran up the sidewalk to join him at the door of his parents’ house. Tom sat my bags on the ground and reached into his pocket to pull out his key.
As soon as the door was open, the loud scream of Tom’s name filled both of our ears as his family came running around the corner to take in the rare sight of Tom Holland standing inside their home.
Tom hugged all of them before turning to introduce me.
"Guys, this is Y/N. The love of my life.” Tom said with a wide smile across his face.
Tom’s mother smiled at me before pulling me into a loving hug.
"Oh, I can just tell you’re going to fit right in with us! Tom, take her bags up to her room! We’re going to give her a tour really fast!“
I smiled at Tom before following his mother down the hallway.
"I told you they’d love you.” Tom whispered in my ear as he pressed a kiss to my temple.
"Autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place and I can picture it after all these days…“
Tom’s hand held mine as we walked down the path. His other hand held the leash that Tessa was on. I pressed myself into his side as another cold strike of the wind hit us.
"I told you to bring your coat, love."
"I know, but it’s not that bad when the wind isn’t blowing. And besides, I have you beside me to keep me warm."
Tom smiled down at me and kissed my forehead as we continued our walk through the woods. Tom let go of my hand and wrapped his arm around me as I hugged his torso. We both walked in silence as the leaves began to fall around us.
"This is my absolute favorite time of year. It’s so beautiful, I could just stay out here and watch it all day.” I said.
Tom hummed in agreement.
"Well, as great as that would be, cuddling up by a warm fire with some hot chocolate is pretty great too.“
I laughed and hugged Tom even tighter.
Tom then stopped walking and turned to face me.
"I have to tell you something, Y/N…"
"Okay… what is it?"
"I-I love you."
I stared up at Tom in shock. Neither one of us had said those three words yet. I could tell Tom was growing anxious by my silence.
"I love you, too, Tom."
Tom’s smile grew huge and he pulled me into a kiss as the leaves continued to fall around us.
"Cause there we are again on that little town street, you almost ran the red cause you were looking over at me…"
"Why does Harrison have to live so far away from you?” I whined as we continued on the long drive towards our friend’s house.
"Because that’s the house his mum and dad bought.“ Tom whined back.
I giggled and reached over to turn the music up. I began to quietly sing the song that was playing in the radio. My feet were placed on his dashboard. Even though he hated when I did that, he had given up on trying to keep me from doing. Because I always did it.
"Uh, Tom? Why aren’t you slowing down? Tom! That’s a red light! Slow down!"
Tom then hit the breaks as hard as he could so that we wouldn’t fly out and get hit by other cars.
"What was that all about?” I asked as I put my hands on my hips.
"Sorry, love. You’re just really beautiful. The wind was blowing through your hair and you’re voice, God your voice. I just couldn’t look away…“ he said as he began to blush.
"Alright, lover boy. Just pay attention to the road.” I said, causing us both to laugh.
“Photo album on the counter, your cheeks are turning red…"
Tom groaned as his mother continued to flip through the old photo album.
"And here’s Tom after he lost his first tooth. He got so scared and thought he was dying! He woke up and screamed at the top of his lungs. It was hilarious!”
Tom then stood up and grabbed the photo album from his mother.
"Please mum, not now!“
Tom’s cheeks were bright red which made me and his mother laugh even harder.
"Well, I think you were very adorable, Tom.” I said as I leaned across and kissed his cheek.
The action only made his cheeks turn redder.
"Oh! I have to show you the one of him from the time he put my make up on himself!“ Nikki said as she raced off towards her room.
"NO!” Tom screamed as he chased his mom down the hallway.
"Cause there we are again in the middle of the night, we’re dancing round the kitchen in the refrigerator light…“
I had woken him up after I had a bad dream. Tom immediately took me to the kitchen to heat me up a glass of warm milk to help me go back to sleep. As we waited for the milk to warm on the stove, Tom pulled me into his chest and began to dance with me around the kitchen.
"And you can tell everybody that this is your song…” Tom quietly sang as he twirled me around.
Tom knew how much I loved this song solely from the fact that Ewan McGregor sounds like an absolute angel when he sings it in Moulin Rouge! Tom immediately became jealous the first time I expressed my crush on Ewan McGregor because he had played his son in The Impossible.
Although Tom wasn’t as talented in Ewan, I loved his version a million times more because it was coming from him.
"Maybe we got lost in translation maybe I asked for too much… but maybe this thing was a masterpiece till you tore it all up…“
"Tom, I’m not comfortable with this… I want you to follow your dreams, but this is too much. Please, just be honest with me. Is it true?"
Tom stared at me. His silence was all I needed.
I slid out from the booth in the coffee shop and began to walk towards the exit. As I reached the door, I turned to face Tom one last time. He had his head placed in his hands.
"I just wanted you to love me.” I said to him before I walked out.
“You call me up again just to break me like a promise, so casually cruel in the name of being honest…“
I hadn’t left my house in days. The thought of seeing Tom was too much for me to handle. I still love him. I think I always will. I felt my phone ring beside me and I answered it stupidly without looking at the caller ID.
"Y/N? Thank god…"
"Oh.. hi, Tom."
"Listen love, I know I hurt you but she meant nothing to me. I love you. I will always love you. You’re the only girl I’ve ever wanted! I was drunk and I hadn’t seen you in weeks and I was so lonely and she looked so much like you. I love you. I only want you. Please give me a second chance, I won’t let you down."
I felt a single tear fall down my cheeks as I heard his pleas. My heart was pounding against my chest, begging my brain to just forgive him so that it’s suffering could end, but I knew I had to stay strong and stick to my morales, because if I didn’t, I would lose who I am.
"Tom, never call me again."
And with that, I hung up.
"Time won’t fly its like I’m paralyzed by it, I’d like to be my old self again, but I’m still trying to find it…”
I spent what felt like years trying to fall back into my old life, but Tom was everywhere. His new success with Spider-Man had his face plastered on every magazine. I knew it had only been a few weeks since the phone call, but it felt like centuries.
Tom had invaded my heart and I knew he would never truly leave it.
I walked down the path that I had walked many times with him and Tessa. The same path where we first told each other “I love you”. I felt more tears slip from my eyes. I felt my heart break a million times more as I saw the leaves fall around me. Memories of the time I spent with him were constantly running through my mind, reminding me of what I had lost. I wish I had taken him back. What he had done was wrong, but if I hadn’t have been so stubborn I know we could’ve overcome it, but now I’ve ruined it. He’s probably already got another girl wrapped up in his arms, whispering all the sweet things that used to be for my ears only. He probably took her down this very path to tell her he loved her. He probably dances with her in the middle of the night and sings to her now. These thoughts ran through my mind as a constant reminder that Tom Holland was no longer mine.
What I love about this scene, is that while Nasir says these words, that if Agron calls him little man again, that the Gods would turn from him, and though he says it with teasing, smiles, and the two of them laugh about it … you can tell that Nasir genuinely doesn’t like being called little man. After this moment, we never hear Agron call him little man again. Even though Agron said it in teasing, he knew Nasir did not like it so stopped referring to him as such, respecting Nasir’s wishes.
*An anon requested a blurb with Harry talking about you and yalls future when he thought you were asleep but really weren’t. So here is it anon, hope you enjoy! 💕*
He had been running his fingers across your back while you two laid in bed. You weren’t sure what time it was, you were just enjoying laying in bed with Harry. Because laying in bed always made you sleepy you were drifting in and out of sleep. Also his fingertips which were so soft, and a continuous motion, were not helping you stay awake either.
When you’d drift in and out of consciousnesses you would hear him speaking softly. At first you figured he was just going on about something silly. I mean you two were debating best superheroes before you starting falling asleep, so you figured he was still going on about that. But when you heard him say “our future” you started to listen in more.
Nights like this is what harry loved most. Just laying in bed talking and cuddling into the early hours of the morning. Moments like this he reflected on your life together. How much he loved it, how much he loved you, how lucky he was to have you, and how much he couldn’t wait for your future together.
“You know I think about our future a lot.” He whispered into the darkness. He didn’t want to speak too loudly because he figured you had fallen asleep. You hadn’t spoken in quite awhile, and your breathing was evening out. Also he had to be honest, he was a bit afraid to lay out all his hopes and dreams of your guys future together. You two had said I love you. But that was just recently. And you two weren’t married. He didn’t want to freak you out with all he dreamed and wanted with you, but he could imagine it all.
“I can see it all with you love. Marriage, children, growing old together.” He smiled to himself imaging all of it. “You’re the one for me. I just know it.”
Because your face was hidden in the elbow of your arm facing away from him Harry didn’t notice you smile to yourself. He didn’t know you were awake and you planned to keep it that way. You wanted to hear all he had to say, because you felt the exact same way but we’re too afraid to tell him.
“You’re so good with my friend and family. Honestly I get jealous of how close you are with Niall. And for you to be that close with Niall says a lot. Yeah Niall is friendly and such, but like he’s one of my best friends so he’s kind of protective over me? And you? He instantly just warmed up to. I think it was cuz you loved golf almost more than he did!” He chuckled to himself.
You fought so hard not to burst or giggling at that line. To be honest you were terrified of meeting his friends and family. Especially Niall. You knew how close they were, I mean come on who didn’t know the Narry bromance?! So when you met Niall you were shy at first, but once the subject of golf got brought up you showed your true passion. After that you and Niall were best friends.
“And mom and Gemma already have accepted you into the family. You join in on their teasing of me, which rude, and they love it. Plus I think they can see how much I love you. And as long as I’m happy, they’re happy”
The more Harry talked the harder it was to fake being asleep. Your heart was racing, you were smiling like a fool, and you were tearing up. Harry always showed you love, and how much he cared. But him pouring his heart out like this was a rare occasion.
“I’m gonna marry you someday ya know? I am. I love you so much and I never want to be without you. That would kill me. Because I have so much thought out and planned for our future. We’re gonna get married and have a house here in London, and maybe L.A. too if you want” Harry closed his eyes and sighed happily to himself.
“And we’re going to have children. I already know how many you want. 4 because you like even numbers” He chuckled and blew out a shaky sigh. He was getting teary eyed himself thinking about all this.
“I’m totally fine with four, as long as it’s 2 boys and 2 girls. I’d like it even that way as well. But I know we can’t really choose so whatever combination we have I’m totally fine with. As long as I have children and you as their mother I’m set for life” Harry was imagining those children in his mind. Children who had your eyes, and his hair. Or vice versa. It didn’t matter. Children with you would be the best thing to ever happen to him, besides you, no matter if they were boys or girls or looked like you or him.
You were really getting choked up as Harry went on. You weren’t sure how much longer you could fake being asleep.
Harry sighed shakily again, “The amount of love that I have for you is unexplainable. I’ve tried to write it down, put it into words or songs, but I just can’t. None of it seems right. It’s our love, just you and me. No one else’s.” He blew out a breath, sniffed, and wiped his eyes. “God, I can’t wait for our future. I wish I could tell you all of this, but I don’t want to scare you away. We just said I love you. We haven’t even discussed moving in yet, but oh man do I want that. I want all of it, with you.”
Harry stopped running his fingertips across your back and rolled over to spoon you. Yes he did like being the little spoon, but tonight he just wanted to hold you tight. He pressed a kiss into your neck as he felt himself getting sleepy. “I just love ya so much…It’s just insane” he mumbled, drifting off into sleep.
That was the last thing you heard from his mouth. After a few moments later you heard light snores and knew he had fallen asleep. You pressed a light kiss to one of his arms that were wrapped around you and drifted back off to sleep yourself with a huge smile on your face.
below is a list of 16 plots based off every song on hopeless fountain kingdom by halsey. i put a lyric blurb for each one but each plot is based heavily on the songs as a whole. some of these are very cliche but they’re just a base for an idea!
tw: there are mature themes, potential drugs and violence and talk of toxic relationships.