places i will go one day

Teach Me Tonight

Since I wasn’t flamed for this on Archive, I’ll share here! lol.  

Summary:  Betty asks Jughead to teach her how to kiss.  Things escalate from there.  Minimal plot and moderate smut.

Since she was six years old, Betty had always been sure of one thing.  Archie Andrews was the most beautiful boy she’d ever seen and one day, in her parent’s backyard, she was going to place her hands in his and call him her husband.   It was one of those certainties that she didn’t really even think about because it was such a given.  Her and Archie were meant to be together.  How could it be any other way?

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Originally posted by nellaey



“You’re telling me that this, is Coffee.” He pointed to the tin can filled with pre ground Coffee beans. You rolled your eyes, Pleadingly tilting your head, you didn’t want to do this in the morning, first day of school. You weren’t the one who forgot their beloved Coffee and Coffee maker in the first place anyway.

“This is coffee. Like, 95% Coffee,” You tried to hide your smirk, but painfully failed. His eyes went wide, looking down at the tin as if it was poison.

“I’m not having that. No, i can’t. Look, i’m sure the kitchen has something better, anything. They might even have a chemex,” 

“You’re actually going to break about ten school rules to get a chemex?” you paused as he glared at you, “nevermind,”

anonymous asked:

How would Druncle react being at a spa? Im assume he would react badly to being plumbled during a massage and get many turned heads walking around in nothing but a small spa towel.

in truth i feel like he would just wander into one one day without realizing it’s a place people go to to relax and be pampered at.

extra: i don’t know what plumbled means but it sounds painful

It’s Okay Baby, Kick His Ass (SETH ROLLINS)

Originally posted by thearchitectwwe

This was requested by @panda-girl1999 for some distraction and nope. Couldn’t come up with a better name so I used a sentence 🙃


Seth is about to propose to Reader but Triple H isn’t on board (Takes place after WM33) : Fluff / Proposal




It was the Monday after Wrestle Mania 33, also known to Seth Rollins as one of the most important night’s of his life.

That night’s the reason many know and refer to him as The King Slayer.

One that’s definitely going to go down in history, a day tho be remembered for years to come.

But tonight Seth wanted to make a new memory.

One that involved his long time girlfriend, Y/N.

The woman whose stuck with him through it all.

Good times and bad.

Breakups and make-ups.

He’s done it all with her, for 4 years now.

All but propose, that is, but that too was about to be added to their many list of accomplishments.

It was about to become part of the story he hoped to tell their kids someday.

When they do have kids, that is.


Seth paused in the middle of his celebration speech, acknowledging the night before, a bundle of nerves starting to hit him all at once. “…Enough about last night,” he said as the crowd started to die down. “There’s another big milestone I wanna share with all of you tonight.”

The crowd started to whisper in confusion, soon starting chants asking “What is it?”

The announcers joined in, curious as to what Seth meant.

Seth looked around, his eyes landing on the love of his life sitting front row trying to blend in with the hundreds of fans. “But first, I’m gonna need you for this baby.” He spoke into the mic.

Y/N’s eyes widen slightly as she immediately began shaking her head, no.

Seth chuckled at her reaction. “Guys…” He glanced over at two security guards who were over by the ring. “Can you bring her to me?” He asked pointing at Y/N.

The security guards accepted and carefully helped Y/N from her seat and over the barricade.

Y/N was then helped up the steel steps and through the ropes, being guided by Seth to the middle of the ring.

“Babe, what is this about?” She whispered to her boyfriend, only to get a smirk instead of an answer.

“I could tell you, but I think it’ll be best if I showed you…” Seth replied getting down on one knee seconds later.

Y/N gasped, her hands flying up and to her mouth covering it as she looked down at her the man she loved.

The mic was once again back to Seth’s lips as he began his long rehearsed speech. “Y/N, I know you know what I’m about to do, and the question I’m about to ask, but before we get to that, I wanna start by saying, thank you. Thank you for loving me and sticking with me. You’ve been by my side for as long as I can remember. Even when I was in my moods, trying to deny the fact that I was falling for you, trying to sabotage our love, you never fell for it, you saw through my defenses and stayed with me. Our love is something real, what most people dream of but can never have and because of that…” He reached in his pocket, pulling out a black ring box. “I wanna ask you to be my–” He stopped, getting up from the mat upon hearing music blaring through the arena.

The man who he beat last night’s music to be exact.

Triple H.

“Aww… would you look at this…” Triple H started off, sarcasm immediately evident in his voice. “Rollins’ proposing and he didn’t invite me to witness this big milestone.” He said mocking Seth.

Anger surged through Seth.

Was Triple H really ruining this for him?

He looked over at Y/N apologetically.

Just one look at her and he knew he wasn’t the only one who was angry, but she had every right.

This special moment for them was being interrupted right before her eyes.

“Hunter, c'mon. Not now.” Seth reasoned trying to get a hold of the situation before it could really start. “Whatever it is you want, let’s take care of it after.”

Triple H smiled devilishly, shaking his head. “There’s no better time than now.” He said inching closer to the ring.

“Hunter–” Seth started before getting cut off again, this time by Y/N.

She leaned over to him, whispering in his ear. “It’s okay baby, kick his ass… again.” She smirked, after saying the word ‘again’. “…I’ll wait.”

Seth nodded unzipping the top to his wrestling gear, watching her make her way out of the ring, then focusing back on Triple H. “Alright Hunter. My girl says to take care of you, so let’s do it.” He finished, attacking as soon as Triple H was in the ring.


Y/N cheered along with the crowd at the victory of her man. “You did it babe.” She exclaimed hugging him.

Seth nodded, wrapping an arm around her waist but soon backing off. “Now that that’s taken care of…” He got back down on one knee. “Will you be my wife?”

Cheers once again erupted through the arena, this time for a different reason.

The crowd chanted in unison “Say yes, say yes.”

Tears flowing freely from her eyes, Y/N looked down at a hopeful Seth. “Yes.”


For once, there was a certain thrill in taking his underwear off, but it wasn’t to see how hard he was for me - because he always is. What I really wanted to see, was the mess I made in his underwear.

When I arrived at his place in the morning, he couldn’t be more surprised to see me in the short, red dress he bought for me. Since I was ready to go, he skipped our usual fornication and went straight for a shower. Feeling especially playful that day, I helped him get dressed and right before we left, I gave him a handjob through his underwear so he would have to start the day with a soggy pair of underwear.

For that particular day, I planned an itinerary that required us to take long bus rides, where I had another chance to rub one out of him for no reason at all. All I needed to do, was to him let finger me, an exchange I didn’t mind at all.

After lunch, we went for a 90-minute-long movie, only to spend three-quarters of the time with my hand in his pants, fondling and jerking him off into his briefs - twice. It was no wonder he dozed off at the untimely last fifteen minutes of the show.

After that, we went for dinner at a Five-stars hotel, complete with wine and fine steaks which experience would last a lifetime in our minds. In return for the ‘trouble’ I was causing him that day, I had no second thoughts about paying for all the expenses.

It was a once-in-a-lifetime thing we were having!

On the long bus ride home, I had to put in all my effort to make him hard, and managed to make him cum at the last ten minutes of the ride.

Boy, if only you could see his exhausted face after that ‘long’ and 'hard’ day, you would understand why was I so pleased with his performance.

It wasn’t until we were back at his place, that I finally stopped teasing him, and laid him in bed while I 'did the rest of the work’. I had to remove his pants so slowly, so not to hurt his oversensitive member I had gone overboard with.

By the time I got to his underwear, I instantly felt myself get wetter when I saw how much cum was in there. It was so thick, warm, and even fun to play with. In all fairness, I didn’t expect him to get hard again when I went down on him, slurping up everything around his groin, before I put him into my mouth.

Sure enough, after a few minutes, he grew hard and I went all out on him, with my mouth of course. I kept sucking until he was groaning, and that got me even wetter. There was almost nothing left when he came in my mouth, which I had no complains about.

My king fell asleep right after that, leaving me to clean him, and myself up. I could say that that was the most satisfying day I had with him.

For once, he was mine to do anything I wished to.

there’s a part of me that expects my life to finish. that i’m going to turn my head and put the pen down and everything comes falling into place. 

it’s hard to think of your life as a timeline.

when one ends, another begins. 

don’t know when or where i’m supposed to be okay with last month or the possibility of a watered down next tuesday. it’s hard to think of your life as a timeline. 

i dream of a day where my longing for a finish doesn’t transcend into my work to accomplish today. or tomorrow. don’t know if that makes sense. 

it’s hard for me to stare at something beautiful without thinking about the time i should be finishing. rolling over.

all things beautiful are catalysts for my next egotistical, man made epiphany. what a drag.

how’s your year going?


December 2016

This photo seems posed but it was 100% genuine. Oddly enough, it was taken at a McDonald’s on 57th, which is the same street my cousin was renting a place. This was my first morning in the city, meaning the night before was my first REAL night in the city.You know its funny because a lot of people complain about the street sounds - I found that they all faded into the background.

This picture was taken at 7:30am. This silly McDonalds ended up being one of our hang out spots for when we needed a place to rest our feet, jumpstart the day, or were restless late at night. None of us were morning people but the city made me think I could be. Waking up in a place that is never still, where something is ALWAYS going on is exactly what I needed in my life. It is the proof I needed that life can be so much better. 

hey SVtFoE fandom/fans of the trans Marco theory!!

 I wanna tell you about a character named Zadie

she is from the Amazon Prime all-ages cartoon “Danger & Eggs” and she is explicitly and unambiguously a trans girl

in the 13th episode (which is titled “Chosen Family” and yes it is about exactly that, oh and it takes place during Pride) she sings a song about her first day of school after transitioning 

and everyone loves and accepts her and it’s the most precious and beautiful thing, like I was genuinely almost moved to tears also the creator of the show (Shadi Petosky) is a trans woman herself

so I just wanted to share her with you guys, I feel like you’d really appreciate her :’)

(PS go get an amazon prime trial and watch all of Danger & Eggs because it hasn’t been confirmed for a second season yet and really REALLY needs support!!!! big cartoon fandom help a smaller one out…??)

The Arkansas Sleep Experiments

by reddit user nazisharks

To Those Who Sleep

This happened a few years ago. You may have heard rumors if you’re on campus. Some even circulated online. Nobody knew what really happened. Because I’m the only one who knows and I kept quiet. For a multitude of reasons. None of them matter now. Here’s what really happened.

The four of us were handpicked for this experiment by Prof. Richardson because we’d all studied under him, worked under him, and, as much as anyone can, earned his confidence.

He said this one was different. We had to keep it quiet. He wanted to keep details to a minimum. All he would tell us before going in was that he required a month of our lives and that if he succeeded sleep would never again be a necessity.

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books read in 2017: the hobbit ( j.r.r. tolkien )

“In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.”

i know the best places to throw myself so that
when i hit the ground, the hurt sticks

i know how to open these bones with just my teeth and 
a gold credit card and 

last night was beautiful i barely ate and when i cried
nobody heard me 

i’m sorry i’m a messy lover i’m sorry that i come as 
an expired body, already worn and already

unbecoming  —
i mean 

i told you and myself and my mom and anybody that would listen
that no i wouldn’t go back there again but

i woke up in this place where the light is eating through my eyelids
and yesterday i almost told you everything, how i’ve been a house of spiders

and none of them are interested in helping me live

you look like a knife and i am looking 
to get rid of myself

come kiss me, nevermind, i’m fine, it’s just a long day,
ignore the shaking and ignore the ache in my voice

i’m fine, it’s fine, shit happens in storms and we’re just
caught in the middle of one 

i don’t mean to be annoying it’s just 
not even breathing feels effortless

and i want to be someone who isn’t a burden,
who goes like smoke, who carries no weight

who whips out of your life,
never leaves footprints.

Ive waited a long time to say this: I am happy to announce today is my 6 Month HRT anniversary!

I wanted to also share some of my thoughts:

I worry a lot.

I take a look at my professional career and wonder if things will work out, and over a decade of work later I still feel I’ve made no progress and continue to struggle to find any proper “place”.

Even day to day issues can easily be just as overwhelming as larger problems and often get me stopped in my tracks for longer than they should.

And the constant struggle I’ve had to deal with concerning my gender identity has been something that caused me no end of discomfort and heartbreak.

After coming out as trans, I saw so many people who once supported me on the sidelines suddenly abandon and ridicule me. I got, and still get, daily messages of hate. Some more mild, refusing to use proper pronouns because I’m “not a real woman”. Some filled with rage saying I should “kill myself” and refusing to see me as anything other than a freak who should be “dealt with”.

Life is a struggle for everyone, sometimes it gets easier, and sometimes it seems impossible to fix. Often times my experiences have left me with life and my goals feeling more towards “impossible”, with the constant whispers to give up and stop trying ringing in my ears. And these experiences arn’t limited to my struggles towards coming out.

However, those feelings did become more prevalent ever since I came out publicly. My work, less important. My opinions, less valid. My existence, null and void. The world, and my options in life, became smaller and things and opportunities that were “available” to me became completely inaccessible.

So far, 2017 has been one of the most difficult times in my life, which is saying something. But one major good thing happened.

On March 4th, 2017, I took my first steps towards transitioning. Now I’m officially 6 months in on Hormone Replacement Therapy (HRT), and I’m slowly feeling less at odds with myself.

So with this major step forward, I’m going to keep trying, I’ll keep working hard, and I’ll continue to do my best to find my place. Be it professional, in day to day life, with new ventures, or as I continue my journey towards transitioning, I hope I’ll have support from all of you.

Because honestly, without the support of my loving partner, friends, coworkers, fans, and this community that is being slowly built around me, things easily seem impossible.

Lemon Test

Have I been cursed? Only one way to find out! The lemon test, much like the lemon curse, uses a lemon to find out whether or not you have been cursed: Buy one lemon. Anoint a black slow burning candle with an oil with a scent that reminds you of the person who you believe is cursed. Cut the lemon in half and write the name of the person on a small piece of paper and place it on one half of the lemon. Lemons that are cut and left out of the refrigerator only last one day before they start to go bad. leave the lemon halves on the table next to the anointed candle that is burning. Be very concise and ask if the person has been cursed and then leave the candle to burn with the lemon next to it. When the candle burns out, if the lemon with the small piece of paper on it is significantly more “decayed” than the other half of the lemon. Then there is a curse. If they look the same, you’re fine. When you are done with the lemon, rub it in salt and dispose of it. This won’t get rid of the curse if there is one. Just helps with determining.

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Harry Styles Charms Grammy Museum Crowd, Is a Nomination Next?

Ahead of a Sept. 20 show at Los Angeles’ Greek Theatre, Harry Styles took the stage at downtown L.A.’s Grammy Museum on Friday night (Sept. 15) for a Q&A conducted by writer and filmmaker Cameron Crowe. Styles, who released his self-titled debut in May, was joined by producer Jeff Bhasker for a lively, often laugh-out-loud discussion of how the album came together, Styles’ experience filming “Dunkirk” (“I was in the water way more than the movie suggests,” Styles cracked), and his views on the music industry.

And while the Grammy Awards weren’t mentioned specifically, the venue — as well as the presence of longtime Grammys producer Ken Ehrlich in the crowd — certainly brought to mind the possibility of a future nomination for what is arguably one of the strongest albums of the year. An understated post-interview performance of Styles’ gorgeous second single, “Two Ghosts,” featuring Bhasker on keyboards, drove the point home.

The story of how the music came together — written and recorded in a remote studio complex in Jamaica — has been told by this point, but Crowe dug deeper into the process, letting Styles and Bhasker expound on just how organic and, in the producer’s words, “authentic and viscerally honest” the project ended up being.

At the same time, said Styles, “it was the most fun I’ve ever had.” Partly because he started on the album without a label commitment (Styles would later sign to Columbia, home to One Direction), he felt unencumbered. “When we started the process, it didn’t feel like I was making any sort of commitment,” said Styles. “I didn’t feel any pressure.”

That freedom allowed songs like “Sign of the Times” to flow out of Styles, even as other tracks were still coming together. Bhasker described a moment in which Styles sat at the piano almost in a trance, coming up with the chord progression to what turned out to be his first single. “It was writing from this place of, ‘Let’s get an idea going, do something with it, and have fun,‘” said Bhasker. “And in 5 or 6 days, they had, like, 10 songs. … It was that immediate.”

Styles’ favorite track on the album is “From the Dining Table,” which he said is, “The one that makes me feel the most,” adding that, “it’s the most different than what I expected myself to write and it’s probably the most honest that I’ve been in a song as well.”

The album’s stylistic choices — what some deem as musical nods to classic rock acts like David Bowie and Pink Floyd — were also illuminated, with Styles explaining that his father listened to “a lot of Queen and Pink Floyd,” while his mother favored Norah Jones and Shania Twain. “I’m a huge Shania Twain fan,” said Styles (he later played a snippet of a Twain song on a kazoo, by request from an audience member).

Bhasker’s take is that if any “homage” is sensed, it was not intentional, though the record they ended up with was destined to sound the way it did. “We were not thinking about [influences] at all,” he said, noting that, in this era of ProTools and pop co-writes, “It couldn’t be more punk rock” to record an album the way those classic rock acts did.

Indeed, the sort of liberties Styles was afforded new artists rarely see, and for that, the singer credits the record company, run at the time of his signing by executive Rob Stringer, who has since ascended to CEO of Sony Music Entertainment. Said Styles: “We had signed with Columbia and I called Rob one day saying, ‘Hey, would you mind leaving me a alone for six months and I’ll call you when [the album is] finished?’ He said, ‘I want hear it when you’re excited to play it for me.’ … A lot of people get into this thing of, ‘It’s me versus the record label,’ and I feel so lucky to get to work with everyone at Columbia. The support from them allowed us to go do what we want, so I have to say thanks to them for letting it happen this way.”

Not to let the mood get too serious, though, Styles then encouraged all in attendance, which included journalists, television executives, and Grammy chapter members, to come to the Greek on Wednesday and experience these songs, the band, and the vibe, for themselves. “You’re all on the list,” Bhasker joked. Added Styles: “If anyone wants to come, Capitol Records said they would cover the cost.” Charge it to Niall Horan’s recoupable account?


itschriscrocker “10 years ago on this day, I defended my favorite pop star against the media. While I’m known to do comedy: This was the one video that I was serious in. That year, my mom was battling addiction & became homeless after serving for our country in Iraq. The struggles in my home life and family life made me defensive over any woman going through a hard time. The internet and YouTube was a very different, less LGBT friendly place at the time. Nothing I said in the video was listened to. I was mocked for my femininity. I was called every gay slur in the book. Talk show hosts questioned if I was a man or woman, after playing the clip. I knew there was no way people would take me serious. So I decided that I would play up to the joke everyone thought I was. Realizing that telling them about what had actually triggered my emotional reaction (What my mom was battling) wouldn’t be of interest to anyone. So I gave them a cartoon of what they assumed I was, in my public appearances afterward. But the truth is and always was about standing up for someone and not standing idly by when you see someone being hurt by others. In the 10 years since this video- A lot of LGBT Youtubers are celebrated for who they are. I often wonder if I had started videos later, if I would’ve been treated differently. But what I will say is this: Even if I got a public beating for standing up for what’s right: Im happy I did. And I’ll always love @britneyspears ❤️”

Angel With A Shotgun // The Preacher’s Daughter Finale [A Mitch Rapp Smut]

Author: @minhosmeanhoe

Series: Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six

Relationship: Mitch Rapp x Reader / Mitch Rapp x OFC

Warnings: Violence, Death, Mentions Of Sex, Angst, Emotional Torture, Super Cute Mitch Rapp, and Swearing. 

Word Count: 9,347

Song: I’ll Be Good by Jaymes Young

A/N: Happy American Assassin premiere weekend and happy belated birthday @stilinski-jpeg! I really hope you guys enjoy the ending to this series that I have grown to love so much. Thank you for all of the support, all of the kind comments and all of the love towards it. Because of your never ending positivity, I have decided to make a sequel series to this. I don’t know when it’ll be out because I still have a lot to plan, but there already is a title which I won’t say because then it’ll be a spoiler for the ending of this one lol. Thank you for reading, I love you guys so much.

Once, when I was around the age of twelve, I almost drowned to death and I remember it like it had happened to me just yesterday. I was swimming around with my closest friends in the world, one of them being Nia. We all played in my pool and were having the times of our lives, not knowing what would be happening in the following seconds as I accidentally slipped and hit my head on the edge of the pool. Immediately getting knocked out, my entire body fell limp into the water.

No one had realized there was something wrong and I was forced to suffer alone. The only thing that surrounded me was absolute darkness. I could hear my friends laughing and playing amongst themselves, but I couldn’t actually see them. I remember feeling like my head was on the verge of exploding as the lack of air left me in complete agony. Everything burned and I had never felt more miserable until, finally, someone noticed me and pulled me out of the water. They breathed life back into my lungs, my eyes eventually opening as I felt the darkness disappear away. Instead, the sight of a worried Nia hovering over me as she performs CPR on me took over my vision.

That moment of complete torture is exactly what I’m going through right now, but this time Nia isn’t here to pull me out of it.

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Sick love

Word count: 1.722

Request: Yes

Warnings: Too much loving

“My head is pounding”, you whined and you swore it was like ten axes were inside your skull and wanted you dead in a matter of seconds. It was the worst headache you’ve ever had and you didn’t have the slightest idea why it was like that. You weren’t hangover. On the contrary, you had a blissful night in with your boyfriend, and nothing peculiar had happened for you to feel that way. So, this situation only left you with unanswered questions.

“Still bad?”, your sister asked you and you flinched at the volume of her voice. She was speaking naturally, but your headache made it feel like she was shouting at the top of her lungs.

“Please keep your voice down, you are killing me”, you said and your sister got up to touch your forehead. With that simple gesture she had her answers.

“Well, it looks like you are coming down with a cold Y/N”, she said seriously and you shivered. You hated being sick and that was the last thing you wanted. It was still summer and you would spend your days drinking that prescribed syrup along with eating those disgusting soups. Apart from that, you didn’t want to force Harry to stay in with you. He would like to go out or have a nice time at the park but he would have to take care of nauseas and fevers. It was just unfair for him.

“No this can’t be happening”, you complained and your sister placed her hands on her hips. She was trying not to laugh at your state but she didn’t do a good job at hiding it. She burst out giggling and you threw a cushion at her, hitting her directly at the head.

“I guarantee you it hurt”, your sister ironically said and she went to the kitchen. She had to leave in some minutes but she couldn’t leave you behind like that all alone. So she phoned Harry.

“Harry speakin’, who’s this?”, he said through the speaker and your sister whispered.

“Hi Harry, it’s me, Y/S/N. Just wanted to let you know that Y/N might be coming down with a cold. She already has a fever and-“, she was interrupted by you screaming that you wanted to vomit and she corrected her previous sentence.

“Scratch that. She has a fever and she has started vomiting already. I have to go in some minutes so I thought I needed to fill you in”, your sister finished and she heard shuffling at the other end of the line.

“Be right there in five. Try to calm her a bit yeah? Thank yeh Y/S/N”, he said and hung up. Your sister came into the bathroom, where you were brushing your teeth, to get rid of the ugly taste.

“Thank God mom is not here”, your sister joked and your eyes widened at her statement. Your mom overreacted over the simplest of things. When you or your sister were ill, she would just call the doctor every single hour to inform him of your condition and she made sure you had all the medicine you needed. You appreciated her caring, but it would be too much sometimes.

“Don’t even joke about it. It is unhealthy”, you wiped your mouth with the towel and followed your sister in the living room where you both sat down on the couch.

“Y/N, I really need to go. Jason wants to go pick up a gift for his mother’s birthday and I can’t miss it. Promise me you won’t go around spilling soup”, she pleaded and you flipped her off.

“I will be dead in a matter of hours so no soup is going to be all over the place”, you answered and your sister sighed. You had the tendency to overreact when you were sick and no one could handle that. Your sister included.

“Okay I am going to start preparing your funeral then”, and that had always been her answer since day one. You and your sister had a weird kind of relationship. You would go on and compliment each other but you would flip each other off whereas when you would offend each other you would hug and bro fist one another. People were always confused.

“Say hi to Jason”, you tried to say before rushing to the bathroom to empty your stomach for the second time that day.

“Be sure I will”, your sister said more to herself than to you and got into her car, ready to go meet her boyfriend. Speaking of a boyfriend, Harry was on his way and he had tried to contact you but you hadn’t used your phone that day meaning it was still turned off. When he stepped foot in the house, he stopped himself from calling your name when he saw you curled up on the sofa, tissues all over you and your restless face giving away your exhaustion and pain.

“Meh poor girl”, he said and kicked off his shoes before making his way to you. You had grabbed a blanket from your room and had it wrapped around you. You were practically like a sneezing ball. Your head perked up at the sound of the door opening and closing and when you saw Harry, you snuggled closer to the blanket.

“Don’t get closer Harry, you will be sick too”, you cried out, but your voice came out muffled because of the blanket. Harry kept coming towards you nonetheless and he kneeled in front of you.

“This isn’t gonna stop meh love. How many times have yeh run to the bathroom?”, he softly asked you and you melted at his voice. He was trying to soothe you and it worked pretty well.

“Twice so far. But there’s more coming I tell you”, you said and leaned your head backwards. You wanted to sleep and Harry quite caught that.

“Okay tell yeh what. I will go upstairs and ran yeh a bath. Yeh will relax and I will call the doctor to tell meh what to do with meh sick girl. Sounds okay?”, he said and he picked you up bridal style. You found the opportunity to lean against his warm chest and breathe in his scent. You could stay there, in his arms, for an eternity and there was no lie in this statement.

When you entered your bedroom, he gently placed you on the bed, and he disappeared in the bathroom to set the right temperature for your bath. You placed your head on your pillow and sleep started taking over when Harry reappeared from inside the bathroom and scooped you up.

“No sleep yet baby. Your bath is waitin’ fo’ yeh”, he said and placed you in front of the bathroom door.

“Yeh go in there and treat yourself whereas I talk to the doctor alright?”, he turned to leave but you stopped him. You knew it would be better if he was there to take care of you. He always did. And he was so good at it.

“Mind if I change the plans a bit?”, you innocently asked and Harry grinned.

“Tell meh babygirl”, he indicated for you to go on.

“Why don’t you take a shower with me? If there’s someone who can calm me, that’s you Harry”, you spoke and you were truthful. There was no dirty intention in your proposal. You just wanted to relax with your boyfriend.

“Thought yeh never ask”, he said and slowly took your clothes off, caressing the exposed skin he could find ever so softly, careful not make you feel any more pain. He took his clothes off as well, and got into the bathtub after you. You sat between his legs and he stated kissing your back and neck, in a soothing manner, knowing you would feel slightly better. And he was right. The water was perfect and Harry tried his best to take your mind of off your sickness. He grabbed the shampoo and started massaging your scalp in an attempt to calm you.

“Just what I needed. Thank you so much love”, you said and closed your eyes, cherishing the feeling of Harry’s massaging skills. You started scrubbing your body and Harry snatched the sponge from your hands.

“Nah ah. I will take care of yeh baby. Don’t yeh worry”, he said, kissing your shoulder before he replaced some gel on the sponge. The water was running by now, and you were lost in the purity of the moment. Harry always wanted to make you feel good and he always said it was like a repayment for what you had done for him all along. After some time, he water had run cold so he took hold of your towel before wrapping it lovingly around your tired frame before he did the same with his towel on him.

“Time fo’ pyjamas babe”, he smiled lazily and he moved towards the closet, grabbing an old T-shirt of his and your favourite bottoms with little bears imprinted on them. You had worn your undergarments already and you were waiting for your pyjamas to be passed to you but Harry had other plans.

“Let meh”, he stroked your arms, while he placed your arms in front of you and put the shirt on you. He then, stroked your thighs and legs gently, like you were going to disappear or like you were the most fragile thing in the entire world. He made you feel loved. There was no denying in that. When he was done, he kissed you passionately but you distanced yourself.

“Harry, I am sick!”, you said and he smiled.

“Did that stop meh back in the shower? Don’t mind meh love. I am not that sensitive like yeh are”, he said and you tugged at his shirt.

“If that’s the case, cuddle me then”, you said and yawned. Harry placed himself on the bed and you hugged him tightly, while he played with your hair; just like you preferred it.

“I love you Harry”, you suddenly said and Harry smiled in your hair.

“I love meh sick girl too”.

And just like that, you fell asleep, feeling secure in his embrace and wishing that you could freeze time and stay like that for what seemed like forever; in each others’ loving arms.

Ugh guys, this is so sweet. Where has Harry been all the times I was ill? Before I drag my whining ass away, let me thank that person for requesting this and making me die in the most gentle way possible. Requests are still open and I am waiting for your crazy ideas people! (P.S. Harry is treating us so well lately I can’t bear it!)