ready for vacation to be over

Damn you’ve got it bad

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Summary: What would have happened if Peter had gone to the pool in D.C.?

Warnings: peter being ripped, a few mentions of this because why not

A/N: I know I haven’t been very active lately, so I hope this makes up for it. I am currently working on something though :)

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A normal human of society: Sad about vacation being over.

Me: 👏👏 BE READY BITCHES 💁BECAUSE WE’RE GOING🏃🏃‍♀️ BACK👈👈 TO DETECTIVE 🕵️‍♀️SCHOOL 🏫TO SOLVE THE DEPRESSING 😢DEATHS 🔪OF OUR HOPES PEAK ACADEMY🏫 FRIENDS 👯👯‍♂️!! EXECUTIONS😵, CUTE GIRLS🚺, BEAUTIFUL 🅱️OIS🚹, MONOKUMA N’ HIS 5 KUBS 🐻🐻🐻🐻🐻🐻, GRADUATION 🎓, LOVE HOTEL 🏩, AND QUESTIONING🤔❓ IF ROBOTS 🤖 HAVE DICKS🍆💦😩😫

AND STRESSFUL😡😰 CLASS TRIALS👨‍⚖️👩‍⚖️
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April 25th, 2017

Spring has sprung! What a time to be alive! Magnolias and cherry blossoms everywhere flowers everywhere warm weather I love Toronto so much. Today was a pecan-tart-look-at-flowers-long-walks kind of day because I have my last exam tomorrow and I got out of the lab early!

I’m *officially* starting my lab project once I get back to Toronto mid-May and I’m basically living at the lab to get ready for it and learn everything I can. My supervisor left for vacation this week and left me ten cell lines to maintain, so my mornings have been kind of crazy. Also, Toronto friends, let’s meet up and look at flowers together because I’ll be here all summer!

Edit: On a side-note, my glass panel is so empty now that exams are basically over and I don’t need ten sheets of organic chem mechanisms reminding me to study anymore ;; 

she’s got you.

60. “Are you going to talk to me?”

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“Flowers go on the roundtables, and the place settings need to be set out” Anne pointed to the different places in the ballroom, workers dressed in tuxes running around making sure everything was absolutely perfect. Gemma stood next to her mother, both of them talking amongst themselves, as you stood to the side, taking in the setting around you. Everything was absolutely beautiful, neat, and elegant. The tables were filled with roses, each dish engraved to match the theme of everything. The chairs were antique, the food was fancy, and the champagne was sure as hell expensive. The venue was the best part about it, the ceiling painted with art and gold patterns lining every corner. Everything was ready, and it’s everything you’d ever want.

But it’s not even yours.

“Y/n?” Anne asked, pulling you out of your thoughts as she rubbed your arm. For the first time, you didn’t actually know you were holding your breath, a relief washing over you as let yourself breathe. “You alright?” she smiled as you nodded, flashing a fake smile. Anne knew this was hard for you, so extremely hard. Almost a decade of always having you around as Harry’s best friend, family holidays, concerts, and family vacations, she saw you already as her daughter-in-law.

You told her that you were fine, constantly. She never pushed you to open up, because she knew if she did it wouldn’t be the best thing. Both of you were upset with Harry but for different reasons. The anger you had towards him was hidden inside you, the feeling of not being the one he gets to hold for the rest of his life, literally kills you. Anne’s frustration was that Harry didn’t see what was right in front of him. But you didn’t blame him at the same time. You weren’t a very outgoing person when you didn’t want to be and only trusted a few people. A year goes by fast, so fast that it’s almost scary. That night of Harry’s birthday when he announced the engagement, the heart clenching feeling was the worst you’ve ever felt. Everything stopped in your eyes. The regular phone calls stopped, the 3am drive through adventures, even the conversation became lenient. You never knew what Harry was doing or thinking anymore.

Julia Roberts did this right? She handled it well, even though she told her feeling to her best friend. Envying her was an understatement at this point. That movie was your life staring you in the face. Many things you missed, but certainly weren’t ever going to get back. His life was changing right before your eyes, and your world was out of control. You tried not to depend on his feelings, but it was the most difficult thing to wean off of.

The rehearsal dinner was only a few hours away, the actual wedding being tomorrow. You felt so nervous, and you weren’t even the one getting married. The family of Harry and the Bride were all placed in the room, laughing and conversing with one another. Live music played softly in the midst of it all. All of his family asked how you were, lying to them through your teeth. You thanked the heavens that your own mother came for emotional support. “Oh honey, just know whatever happens this weekend, it’ll be just fine” she assured, she arms wrapped around you as you both sipped on your champagne, watching the wedding party.

The sight of them made you sick, although you couldn’t help but try and be happy for them. His soon-to-be wife was a stunner. The body, the personality, the sense of fashion. She was the total package, which made you feel even worse about yourself. You thought about the things they talk about, the little moments they have. You thought about the all of the family holiday’s, the vacations, and every other family gathering that they would be at. Considering the fact you would stop going to them, it still put pressure on your heart. She was always the one he would go to instead of you. Harry’s eyes were on you throughout the evening, seeing you talk to everybody but him. In his mind, things weren’t everything they were adding up to be.

He worried about you too. Times went by where he would call your mother to see if you were around, or even your siblings. He simply missed you. No one asked you to be apart of a big wedding, but everyone kind of dragged you into it. But you wanted to be here anyway, despite the circumstances. He missed your voice and your jokes. Out of everything, you were the one that didn’t make him feel so nervous. Scurrying off into the powder room of the very overpriced venue, Harry followed behind you, trying not to make it obvious. The women’s restroom could be considered a luxury apartment if you let someone guess. It smelled of roses, vintage patterns engraved into the ceiling just like the ballroom. You jumped when you heard the door lock and close, Harry sighing when he first sees you.

“Hey,” you said, looking down to fiddle with your fingers. It hurt him that you couldn’t even look him in the eyes anymore like he was never apart of you. The silence was the only thing loud enough to hear. It roared with intensity just like the tension. But the tension of what?

“Are you going to talk to me?” Harry said, profoundly irritated. The tone of his voice made you look at him, his eyebrows furrowed together in hurt. Every nerve in your body was shot, not knowing what to say. It’s been too long since you’ve both had a conversation.

“What do you want me to say?” you asked. Harry scoffed.

“I want you to talk to me, we both haven’t said more than three words to each other for the majority of the year, and it’s really starting to piss me off! You haven’t been there for me, and when I call you never pick up. I want to know what I did so I can fix it” his hand was clamped in his hair, frustration eating him alive. You didn’t even realize tears were starting to brim your eyes.

“I haven’t been there for you huh? You have a fiance now Harry, you don’t need me anymore! She’s there, she’s always there!” any ounce of anger you’ve bottled up was starting to release as you raised your voice. You hoped no one was in that bathroom. Harry’s facial expression seemed shocked, the fact that you felt you weren’t needed. “I can’t be honest, without ruining everything. I can’t talk to you, without bursting into tears” you explained through sobs, any makeup you put on hours before was well gone. Before you could say anything else, he pulled you in, clutching you to his chest. His chin rested upon your head, inhaling the flowery scent of your hair.

“What can’t you ruin, darling?” he mumbled, pulling back to look at you. The amount of mess you looked, you were surprised he wanted to. Hesitation was all that clouded you. Should I really be doing this? Is it worth possibly losing him? You thought. You grabbed his ringed hands, holding them in between the both of you. Shaky breaths escaped you before you spoke.

“This” you referred to the wedding, but you also referred to him as well. Tears still began to fall. “I love you Harry” your voice was like a whimper, choking back with tears. It pained you to see you this way, wanting nothing more than to make you happy.

“I love you too, bug what’s wro-” he started, but you cut him off.

“No I mean, I’m in love with you. I have been for the past five years, and all I wanted was for you to be happy. This is such bad timing, really bad and I don’t expect you to do anything, I just need you to know that you’re everything to me in so many ways” you sobbed, the urge to curl up in a ball and hide. Harry’s mind was all over the place, stress and worry mixing together. He couldn’t believe his best friend was hurting so much because of him. He was stupid, so stupid not to see it. Guilt was a familiar feeling, but not like this.

“Y/n” was all he could muster up, wiping the tears from your eyes. You stopped his gentle touch.

“Please” you begged, “don’t”. But before he could even be stopped you felt his lips on yours, how soft and plump they were. If stars were a feeling, you definitely felt them. That moment you wanted the world to stop, you wanted to be just like this forever, but it ultimately had to come to an end. He lingered there, planting small kisses on your lips. Both of your foreheads touched as your hands wrapped around his wrists, running your thumbs over his soft hands.

“I love you too. So fucking much” he whispered, his eyes still closed shut to linger the moment. Your heart fluttered, the pain still stinging you. “You’re the light to my life you know that? Always have been, always will” he said, sniffling from incoming tears. “I want this, I really do-” he started before you cut him off.

“But” you finished for him, already knowing the outcome.

“I have to be there for the baby,” he said, tears running down his cheeks. At that moment you couldn’t breathe anymore. Everything shut down in you, but somehow you still stood there. If your heart was broken before, it was sure as hell broken now. You didn’t know what to feel anymore. Happy? Angry? Broken? It was an unsolvable concept. He was going to be a father with someone else, and it stung.

“I see” you croaked, letting go of him. He didn’t want you to be upset or angry, he didn’t want you to hurt at all, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to lie to you. Silence emerged once more before you spoke. “I’m happy for you. Truly” you lied to him and yourself.

“No you’re not” he revealed. “I doubt you’re ever going to be,” he said. The bathroom felt bigger than it was in the moment. You couldn’t believe yourself. Time was wasted in your eyes. Precious time spent wondering and crying. The pain in your chest was an everyday feeling, and you kept telling yourself to get over something that wasn’t even yours in the first place. He was once, but it was for such a brief moment. You didn’t want to leave, but it felt like your only option.

“Harry, I think…..” you began, trying to not break down again. “I think I shouldn’t be around anymore” your words felt like daggers in yourself. To him it was a punch in the stomach. His worst nightmare was coming true, but he couldn’t blame you after everything he failed to see with his own two eyes.

“Y/n please” he begged, cupping your tear-stained cheek. You placed your hand on his, giving his palm a kiss.

“I love you so much,” you said once more. The walk to the door seemed like the longest walk ever. Each step you took was loud with heart-wrenching feelings. You were really walking away. The warning you gave him before was starting to come true. Promises you both made to each other years before were all being left in a fancy hotel bathroom. He swears he’s never been more heartbroken in his life, but he still let you go.

Once you were in the car on the way back to your place, your mother sitting beside you chatting away with the driver, you noticed he never came after you. Nevertheless, it was all done. She got him, and all you had were memories.

part two


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The Only Exception (Part 1)

Summary: AU. Reader is given the task of running a popular love advice internet show when her coworker is fired. Her cynical attitude toward love makes her offer some harsh advice, and more than a few hearts are caught in the aftermath. Will hers be one of them?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,442

Warnings: language, fluff, wishful thinking, hot firemen, sarcasm, cynicism, bad jokes

A/N: Okay, so I saw a movie a long long time ago that was terrible, but it inspired the ‘bad’’ love advice and the firemen. I’ve been dying to have fireman!Bucky in one of my AUs.

And yes, the title comes from the Paramore song. I felt like it’s how reader feels throughout. Hope you guys like it. I had some writer’s block, and some house guests, so this is a little late being posted.

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Hickeys

request: Can you do one (if you have the pictures or video better) of the day that Shawn got hickeys on his neck (i hope you remember the shapchat video he had a white shirt)

a/n: i’m a #fakefan and don’t recall these videos or photos 


You and Shawn were both shirtless when Geoff walked into the hotel room, and immediately turned away and screamed. “Good lord cover yourselves!”

You jumped off of your boyfriend, and he threw you your shirt, which you put on very quickly. “Sorry you had to see that.” You said, cheeks a deep shade of read

“Yeah, I’m sure,” Geoff said dryly. “Shawn, you’ve gotta get down there so you can get to the venue on time.” He pointed his thumb towards the door.

“Ok, give me a couple of minutes to get dressed.” Shawn said, grabbing a white tee from his suitcase. You fixed your hair, and your lipstick. “Well, that was exciting.”

You snorted, and tied your hair back. You looked at Shawn, and pecked his lips. “Maybe we’ll continue that later. When you don’t have to get out for a concert.” You smiled, grabbing your purse. “I’m going to hit the shops, I’ll text you when I’m heading to the venue!” You left the hotel room, and Shawn sighed, fixing his hair.


Stepping out into the front of the hotel, Shawn smiled at the girls who were lining up for photos. He was going down the line, taking selfies with each of them, when one girl stopped him. “Was Y/N with you in the hotel room?” She asked, smirking.

“What?” Shawn asked, confused. He saw a few other girls smiling at him, like they knew something he didn’t.

“Nothing, nothing.” She smiled, posing for a photo with the singer.

Shawn kept her question in the back of his mind, but finished takinf selfies and got into the SUV on the way to the venue. “Geoff, one of the girls asked if Y/N was with me, you know why they’d ask?” He questioned, looking at his phone.

“Yep.” Geoff nodded, and Andrew covered his laugh with a cough.

“What?”

“Look at your neck, dude.” Geoff laughed, and Shawn opened his camera, and groaned. There were about four visible hickeys along his neck, down to his collar bone.

“Oh my God.” He opened is messages app, and sent a text to his girlfriend, thanking her for the decorations his body now had. “Why didn’t anyone tell me?”

Geoff shrugged. “Consider it payback for me walking in on you two making out earlier.” He looked at Andrew, who choked on some water when Geoff said that. “Yeah, thanks for making me go make sure Shawn was ready.”

Shawn knocked his head on the headrest of the seat. “Unbelievable.” He made sure to put a little concealer on his love marks before the meet and greet, so no other girls would tease him, even though there were photos and videos all over the Internet at this point.


Rye & Lies | 1

Originally posted by gotjimin

Part 2

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader
Rating: Explicit
Genre: Angst & Smut
Word count: 3,592

Summary: You don’t know his name and he doesn’t know yours but in this moment you could care less. He was gorgeous and you were desperate to be touched.

A/N: Let’s not talk about the title, okay. I’m not good with titles.
SURPRISE ! Here’s a Hoseok smut that no one asked for except for me!! Because that man is making me feel some type of way even more so than usual. 


He believed you didn’t know.

Thought he was sly and a good liar. That you were oblivious and naïve to everything that was happening behind your back.

But you knew.

You could smell her on the collar of his dress shirts when he’d draw you into his chest. Taste the flavour of her lipstick that lingered on his lips.

He hid a smile full of secrets behind the rim of his coffee cup when he replayed the way her body felt beneath his fingers. Thoughts of her occupied his mind from morning to night and with each new memory of her; ones of you faded away.  

“Sorry I’m late,” He’d say “Work ran longer than expected.” Was always his excuse.

You’d never question further, just sat back in silence and simply watched as the distance grew deeper and the lies tangled together. It was suffocating and wretched to know that he probably touched her the same way he touched you when the lights were low and life outside was quite.

But what were you to do when your marriage could not be nullified for the sake of saving face and avoiding the tainting of either your family names. A contract marriage was nothing but complicated business that a woman of your nature had no place jeopardizing.  

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rael74  asked:

You and Australet have made valiant efforts to reassure a disconcerted fandom after Running with Scissors. You've confronted some troubling prospects and rationalized them pretty well, at least in the context of a silly cartoon that shouldn't be taken TOO seriously. That said, I've not seen a response adressing one particular point that has bothered me: Marco's apparent thoughlessness and selfishness in abandoning his life to hunt down Heckapoo. (1/2)

You’ve characterized Marco’s decision to remain in Heckapoo’s dimension(s) as a step in his journey of maturation, as a way of gaining self-confidence. Yet I see it as incredibly thoughtless of him to leave his parents, possible gf, and best friend behind without any consideration for how they would deal with his absence. In 16 years, did he never feel a pang of guilt, wonder how Star had reacted to his abrupt exit from her life? All for a pair of scissors and feelings of self-confidence? (2/2)

Thank you! You should all read Australet’s post, here. Adam even answered to it on Twitter. Doesn’t mean that it’s canon, but it’s still something.

About the other part of your Ask, you’re absoluetely right: while the implications of Marco being older than he looks can actually be explained (and/or rationalized) rather well, as in the post above, his initial decision to spend 16 years in Hekapoo’s dimension is… hard to digest. Even more when he has experienced first hand the pain of having (very temporarily) lost Star in Mewberty

and when the segment paired with Running With Scissors, Baby, had the theme of “Star may have to go home”, featuring a concerned Marco.

How could Marco do something like that, leaving his loved one without saying anything? I have no explanation, and we might never have one. I can only offer some observations and ideas, to lessen the pain:

- Marco is a very determined person. This is a good quality. Hoewever, this also often stray to being stubborn, almost obsessed. We’ve seen a positive example of this in Red Belt, with Marco being ready to do anything to achieve his goal, and a negative one in Fetch, where Marco is focused for a day and a half on trying to pierce open a juice box.

In this episode, there are two layers to Marco’s unhealthy determination, getting back the scissors Star borrowed him, and proving his worth to Hekapoo -and himself.

As usual, it’s hard to tell if Adam’s tweets are just about his personal opinion, or about things Daron/the directors told him while explaining the script. But right now any official source is good to give us comfort.



- Marco refused to go home when Hekapoo offered him to. Maybe he didn’t get any other chances, after that. Maybe once the trial to earn the scissors starts, the only way out is to succeed, getting your own pair. In this case, Marco might have been at fault for refusing to give up, but after that, going on with his quest was the only way out.
Cue to Marco crying himself to sleep for months thinking about the life he lost before finally focusing all of himself on the mission.



- Hekapoo’s words make it sound like earning the scissors is no easy feat, something that can take “lifetimes”. This, plus the dimension unique timeline, that leaves no lasting effects once exited, could mean that spending years to get the scissors is standard fare around the Multiverse. Not really that comforting, but at least it’d mean that this is “normal”.



- As before, hard to tell how canon it is, but a couple of Adam’s tweets make it sound like… Marco didn’t notice the time passing. It… doesn’t make much sense. Maybe. I don’t know. Might have something to do with the dimension’s unique nature.

While not enough to ease our souls, this is kind of shown in the episode: as soon as Star gets there, Marco immediatly rushes to hug her, and to excitedly tell her about the incredible things he did. While the surface level of the episode obviously made anyone wonder WHAT THE FUCK went through Marco’s mind, I think that the impression we are supposed to take home is that Marco basically stayed away for “some time”, not for a lifetime. A vacation abroad, as an experience to reinvent himself, before being back to real life, ultimately valuing his loved ones over living a fantasy.



In conclusion, it’s normal and fair to talk about this, and it’s normal to see it as a stain on a greatly written character. But knowing that this is a cartoon that often uses over the top plot devices (even though this time it’s TOO over the top not to have an impact on us fans), we should’t give more importance to what happened off-screen over what happened on screen. Adult!Marco was ready, after barely a moment of hesitation, to leave the fantasy life he built for himself to go back to the less fulfilled, but potentially more fulfilling, real life with those he loves.

And it looks like it didn’t take him long at all to welcome it back as if he had never left.


Signed: Somone who is waaaay too emotionally invested in the characters in this show.

the best thing he never had ; two

one , two , three , four

pairing; jungkook x reader

genre; best friend!au

word count; 3.1k

summary; in this story, you have known your best friend for more than 15 years and you were utterly and wholly in love with him


You and Jungkook have inevitably stuck with each other like glue for a long epoch of time, that when you do tell people that you were best friends with him for 15 years, it was hard not to laugh at their reactions that usually consisted of jaws at the floor or sky rocketed eyebrows along with constant questions that you always had the answers to before they were even asked. But, you have to admit, you never answered the question that was along the lines of; “haven’t you fallen in love with him yet?” because apparently, Jeon Jungkook was the man of everyone’s dreams and you curse yourself copious amount of times that you were undeniably one of the many people of ‘everyone’.

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BTS SCENARIOS: Their S/O Cries in Front of Them

i had originally categorized this as a “bts reaction”, but reactions, in definition, is an action performed/feeling experienced in response to a situation, whereas scenarios, on the other hand, is defined as a written outline of a situation with given details of the plot & individual scenes.

this imagine is pretty lengthy and detailed, hence why i’ve considered this  a scenario.

each member will have an angsty scenario & a fluffy scenario

trigger warning: some angst scenarios may strike a nerve. read the first sentence of each angsty scenario to be sure that whatever imagine i put for that member is suitable for you to read.

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Originally posted by bwiseoks

K I M S E O K J I N:

[angst] - Let’s say you were rejected from your dream job. Depression flooded your veins, causing you to be a motionless ghost on the couch. The moment your company told you that they’re not going to hire you, you trudged to the living room, sat on the couch, and stared off into space. Tears streamed down your cheeks without you having to blink and your thoughts steered off into your deepest, darkest insecurities.  

Jin would come home later that day, probably from another day at the studio or dance practice, and he would walk into the living room just to find you looking at the blank t.v. He’d be too far of a distance to notice you crying, so he’d be confused at first, but once he got closer to you, he’d gasp lightly and sit down right beside you to pull you into a hug.

His hug of comfort would consist of having one arm around your waist and the other hand petting your hair as he’d place his chin on the top of your head. You started sobbing the second you were in his embrace and he’d whisper an elongated ‘Shhh…’ as an attempt to calm you down.

If you’re the type to get tired and fall asleep after crying, then he would stop his shushing and pet your hair a little longer before carrying you bridal style to your bedroom and tucking you in. After washing up & changing into comfortable clothes, he’d join you in bed, being the big spoon to reassure you that he’s still there for you. He’d make a mental note to ask you what was wrong when you two woke up.

If you’re the type to remain quiet after crying, then he’d kiss your forehead while holding your face with both hands, using his thumb to wipe away any remaining tears. Then, he’d whisper in your ear to wait before getting up and going to the kitchen to get one huge plate of dinner. You two would share the plate, him blowing away the heat of the food before feeding you himself. While eating, he’d ask you what happened, and he would patiently wait for your response, respecting the fact that you need time to be comfortable talking to him about this.

[fluff] - Let’s say it’s your birthday. Work the night before happened to end after midnight, and though you were excited for the day ahead, you were so tired from the long hours of labor. You were kind of disappointed though, because once the clock struck midnight, you were expecting a call or at least a text from Jin greeting you a happy birthday. You shrugged it off though, knowing that he’s already planned the day for you to spend with him when morning comes. 

When you came home and turned on the lights though, you were startled to see your family and your closest friends and the rest of BTS throwing a surprise birthday party for you. You put your hand over your heart as if it was going to jump out of your chest, and the waterworks started up. The other hand that wasn’t over your chest covered your mouth. The fatigue that you once had was now replaced with joy and you couldn’t help but cry tears of it.

Jin couldn’t help but how cute and soft you are as he came up to you and hug you, making sure his broad chest was covering your face so that no one saw your tearful face. His arms would be around your waist like a bear hug and you two would waddle back and forth in the place. Your head would be cuddled in his chest as he would reassure your family and friends that you were alright by giving them a thumbs up from behind your back. When the tears stopped, he would cup your face to look you in the eyes before telling you he loves you and giving you a quick peck on the tip of your nose.

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M I N Y O O N G I :

[angst] - Let’s say you two got into an argument. It would be just your average little dispute, but the problem was, you two were fighting almost all the time over the littlest things. This didn’t bother you at first, but when you realized that this was becoming a habit out of your relationship, you started tearing up. Having to quarrel on a daily basis was not a good sign for the future of the both of you and you feared that one of these arguments might actually lead you to your guys’ end.

You miss him when he’s gone but you hate the fact that when you guys actually do see each other, there would be some kind of falling-out in the way. Your heart yearns for him too much to let this unhealthy habit to go on any further. So when your eyes started to fill with tears, that’s when Yoongi’s voice would lower to a minimum. He’s sure he didn’t say anything to offend you, but the moment your hands reach up to cover your face was when he figured out that you were tired of the constant arguing. 

He’d then walk up to you and grab one of your hands just to hold. You’d wipe away the last of your tears, controlling your emotions to stop crying and you look him straight in the eyes. You can see his pupils are full of love for you. One last tear falls from your eye and his other hand reaches up to wipe it away. Then, he’d pull you into a hug. 

No more words were spoken, and your hopes in making this relationship last was in your favor.

[fluff] - Let’s say you broke his camera. You’d be devastated because you knew how much it means to him, and not to mention because of how much it costs. You knew you would have to face him to tell him about the broken object, but you can already predict that you were going to cry in the process. So, you sit in the bed of your guys’ shared bedroom and rehearse scenarios in your head of how you’re gonna tell him as you wait for him to arrive home.

The second you hear the front door open and his voice announcing his presence was when your heart rang against your ears. You decide to wait for him to come to you to prolong the inevitable conversation of informing him of his broken camera. When he entered the bedroom, it didn’t take long for him to notice how unusually quiet you were. 

You were hugging your knees, your mind too deep in thought to pay attention to Yoongi, and as much as it annoyed him that your were ignoring him, he was getting worried because you’re usually never like this. He sighs before sitting down next to you. You didn’t dare look him in the eyes, despite his stare already lingering on your being. He’d then ask you what’s wrong, but you choose to not to answer him. He’d sigh again before placing his hand on top of yours to catch your attention. 

Regretfully, you’d look at him straight in the eyes, allowing him to see the tears that were pooling up at the brim. Some tears managed to escape and Yoongi mumbles a light, “Ah,” before reaching out to wipe it, causing you to look down. Then, he’d hold your face with both hands and force you to look at him again, and he’d repeat his question of what’s wrong. In a small whisper, you hesitantly tell him you broke his camera, and you were taken aback when he laughed. 

“Really? You’re crying because of that?” He couldn’t help but laugh at you as he releases his hold on your face, making you frown. “You know I could always get it repaired or even buy a new one, right?” He reassures you in a teasing manner, wrapping his arms around your shoulders in a sly side-hug. “Now, stop those tears. As much as you are cute when you cry, I hate seeing you so sad.” 

You guys would then lean back to lay down, his arm behind you as your pillow as you two faced each other. Your eyes are a bit red and puffy but the tears have stopped. Though you think you look horrible right now, he doesn’t care and you can tell because he’s staring into your eyes like the stars of the galaxy was trapped within them.

Originally posted by jaayhope

J U N G H O S E O K :

[angst] - Let’s say a movie that you watched triggered you to the bone. You had a girls’ night put & you guys were all excited to watch this dramatic, romantic movie with your girls by your side. But the movie touched all the dark parts of your life and watching it reminded you of your past. There were certain scenes that opened up some old scars and needless to say, you were not the same after watching that movie. 

Hoseok did notice your tear-stained face but he assumed it was just the effect that the movie had on you, but the fact that you were silent instead of your chirpy self was something that got him a little worried. So he’d put on your favorite song and start dancing crazily to it, or do some aegyo, or something ridiculous to try and get a reaction from you. You’d smile at his efforts but your eyes still hold a sorrow that he just doesn’t understand yet.

He’d pout and slouch before walking up to you and holding onto your shoulders. He’d look into your eyes for a moment, causing your eyes to water up and now, you’re crying. His head would move back in a slight double-chin at the sight of you breaking down in front of him and he’d pout again before wrapping his arms around you in a comforting embrace. He would be mumbling, “No, no, no, aw baby,” Over and over again in a small voice.

You accept his embrace, your arms snaking around his waist because you need him more than ever right now. He decides not to ask what’s wrong; He knows you’ll come to him when you’re ready. He doesn’t say anything as he’s holding you, and he doesn’t have to, because his presence is all you need. 

[fluff] - Let’s say he got you tickets to go on the vacation of your dreams. He’d notice that you over-work yourself. Not only did you have a career/job of your own, but you’d also take care of the house and provide food on the table. To elaborate, you’d work your average 9 to 5 along with working as a waitress in your local diner. The money you make in your career helped pay bills and your second job helped pay for food & groceries; You’d do the laundry, wash the dishes, take out the trash, and all the other responsibilities that came with owning your own home. You’d wake up early to cook breakfast, drop off lunch to Hoseok while he was working, and even wait for him to come home once you’ve finished making dinner so eat together.

It was almost as if you didn’t have time for yourself.

Hoseok wouldn’t notice at first, but after a couple months, it would come to his attention how there was bags starting to form underneath your eyes and how you’d almost fall asleep on him when he’s talking to you and how you would always be doing something around the house whenever he got a day off. One night, when he just had one of those nights where he couldn’t sleep, he’d put the pieces together and he’d realize the only time you have time to rest is late at night, and even then, it wouldn’t last long because you would have to get up early the next morning.

A couple days after making that revelation, he’d surprise you with breakfast in bed. Though this act was totally out of character, you’d accept in anyways because you considered it spontaneous and you were all the more thankful that he did this for you. Your day would go on as usual when you went to work. Returning home though, was different. You’d notice how the laundry was already folded & put away, there was no dirty dishes in the sink, and all the trash cans in your home was already empty. You didn’t complain though, but when you walked into the bedroom to settle down, you noticed two slips of paper sitting in the middle of the bed.

Walking up it, you realize that they’re airline tickets. You’d gasp and hold the papers in your hand; Hoseok would be behind you, and he’d snake his arms around your waist to make his presence known. You’d wiggle out of his arms to look at him with an expression that reads, “Are you for real?”. He’d start laughing out of excitement and how ecstatic your reaction is.

You’d start jumping and you’re fanning your face and you’re looking at him with your eyes shaped into slits. Suddenly you’re tearing up and you’re repeating, “Oh my goodness,” over & over again. When he notices the tears streaming down your face, he’d laugh loud and wrap his arms around you, letting you use him as a tissue to wipe your tears on.

Originally posted by namjoonsgurl

K I M N A M J O O N :

[angst] - Let’s say you had a miscarriage. You were recently in a car accident that gave you a couple of minor injuries, and the doctor claimed the baby to be fine after running some tests, but over the course of a few weeks, you had severe cramps, back pain, and a really bad fever -all in which was not a good sign for the health of your baby. So, you & Namjoon took another trip to the doctors to check on your baby, and the doctor confirmed your worst possible nightmares true. 

Oddly enough, you didn’t cry, but the ride back home was overwhelmingly silent. The first thing you did when you got home was head straight for the room you & Namjoon decorated to be your upcoming child’s. You sat on the foot of what should’ve been your child’s bed, and you stared at the crib that Namjoon had worked so hard to build. He follows along not long after you enter, sitting down beside you and staring at the crib too. He’d lean forward, his elbows on his knees before looking at your blank face. 

He’d sigh, sitting back up to put an arm around your shoulder and bringing you close. “You know, it’s okay to cry.” He’d whisper. “Is it bad that I can’t?” You’d whisper back. 

That night, you two sleep in your late-child’s bedroom. You slept on your side facing away from Namjoon, and he respected your distance. It wasn’t until he hears your soft sobs that he scoots over behind you and wraps his arounds around your waist, reminding you that he’s still by your side, that he’ll always be by your side.

[fluff] - Let’s say he proposes. It would be your average, fancy date, like dinner out on the roof of a five-star restaurant. Your hair would be all dolled up and your makeup would be on point and you’d be sporting this elegant dress that hugged your curves and rocking some high set of heels. 

You didn’t understand why he decided to take you out at such a high-end place; Today wasn’t yours nor his birthday, and your anniversary wasn’t for another couple months. He just finished a tour from his last album recently, so his comeback wouldn’t be until way later. You shrugged off the thought of him doing this for a particular reason, you concluded that this must be one of those treat-yo-self type of moments.

It wasn’t until he excused himself to the bathroom and come back a few minutes later with a love song playing in the background and a microphone in his hands that you started to figure out what this was. He went from Rap Monster to Vocal Monster as he sang a whole slow, romantic song by himself, and without a doubt, you were impressed. Your hand was over your mouth the whole time he performed and the second he knelt down in front of you, one of your hands went down over your heart. 

He reached down in his pocket to take out a small velvet box, and with shaky hands, he opened it, revealing a beautiful diamond within the slit of the cushions. He opened his mouth again to say a speech, but you didn’t let him start because you standing on your feet and saying yes. With a smile on his face, he’d stand up too, grabbing a hold of your left hand and slipping the ring onto your fourth finger. You held your hand out in front of you to get a good look of how the ring is on your finger and that’s when the waterworks turned on. 

When you’d look over at him, his smile would turn even wider, if even possible, and you’d hug him. After a moment, his hands would cup both of sides of your face, and he’d kiss the tears that were streaming down your face away before kissing your lips with so much passion.

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

P A R K J I M I N :

[angst] - Let’s say he rejected you. You would be in your typical love triangle, with you having feelings for him, but he has feelings for another girl. You saw this coming, to be honest, because all he ever saw you as is a friend. But you couldn’t help loving him, you couldn’t change how you feel. 

While you remained in the sidelines and continued to be the scaredy-cat you were to confess your feelings, Jimin fell in love with another girl. This made you shut out any possibility of trying to confess and lower your hopes of developing your friendship into a relationship. 

Soon though, he confesses to the girl, and a couple days later, she accepts his feelings. Needless to say, you weren’t going to tell him how you feel about him anymore. You were happy for them though, he was treating her like a princess, and as much as you hate to admit it, she was treating him way better than you could even imagine if you were to be by his side. 

Your heart couldn’t help but ache at the sight of them, though, but you always fought off the pain because who were you to cause drama in their relationship? 

Ignoring the heartbreak in your chest made the suffering harder to bear as time went by. There were nights when you’d just cry in bed because you were yearning for his touch but you knew his arms were wrapped around her. There were times where you changed the radio station in the car because it played love songs that reminded you of how you feel about him. There were days where you’d check your phone for a text or a call from him to hang out but you knew he was already spending time with her. And, now, there were days where you’ve had enough. 

Jimin noticed how you were drifting apart from him, -avoiding him he even dared to call it. You’d find any excuse to not see him, and you’d accept any invitation to go out to buy something with another friend whenever you were with him + your clique of friends, whether it be just going to the bathroom or buying something for the group. When he’d engage a conversation with you, you’d keep your replies short and simple. At first, he thought you were distancing yourself from him because you respected the fact that he was in a relationship, but he’s starting to suspect that it’s something more than that.

One night, he decides to confront you about it.

“Why are you doing this? Why are you always avoiding me?” He’d ask straight up.

You shrugged; usually the sight of him frustrated like this would make your heart hurt, and especially since he’s frustrated because of you, you expected to feel guilty, but if you were being honest, you felt nothing anymore. 

“Cut it out, Y/n. What happened to my best friend?” Jimin asks, running a hand through his hair.

Now that, ‘best friend’, struck a nerve with you. With a huff and a shake of your head, you decided that you’ve finally had enough. You didn’t care about maintaining a friendship with Jimin anymore; this heartache was getting the best of you and you didn’t want to endure it any longer. 

“I’m keeping my distance because I know I can’t have you, you idiot.” You answer exasperatedly. He was taken aback by your reason, not knowing how to reply properly to that, so you continue venting, “When I first looked at you, I thought you were pretty cute, but now when I look at you, I see the whole world. And it sucks because you look at her the same way too, not me.

You take a step back and raise your arms out. “So there you have it. I like you, Jimin, dare I even say love you even.” You confess, crossing your arms and looking off to the side to avoid eye contact as you began to cry. “Go on, do it.” You then urge him in a whisper, you voice cracking too. “Reject me. My heart has been hurting for a while because of you and I think it’s time to get over you now, so just reject me.” 

At first, he stays silent. His face reads a feeling of pity, and he brings himself to whisper, “I’m sorry.”

[fluff] - Let’s say he dedicated a song to you for your anniversary. He was out on tour and today was the first time in months since he’s left that you two have seen each other. Your parents & friends have been informing him how you’re not your usual self without him around, which made him really sad. 

The second you told him that you bought tickets to one of his concerts, he had this grand idea for you and immediately told his bandmates. 

During “Spring Day”, some of the security guards escorted you to the front of the stage. When the last part of verse of the song came up, you were brought up on the stage where Taehyung and Namjoon came by your side and guided you to the middle of the stage. 

You notice that Jin and Jimin’s choreography was switched when they do the final pose. Instead of Jimin being the one kneeling down and waiting for Jin to walk over and hug him, you were the one that’s waiting for Jimin to come over to hug you. In exchange for the sudden change in scene, Jimin let Jin sing some of his lines in the song (because everyone knows he deserves more lines goddamnit)

So there you stood, in the middle of the stage, one hand over your heart and the other hand covering your open mouth. As he sings the last line, he walks up to you, moves your hand down, and gives you a kiss straight on the lips. You kissed him back, the feeling of his lips on yours is like finally being able to breath again. The colors that were fading to gray with his absence blossomed into beautiful, vibrant colors, changing your depressing outlook on life into a more positive one now that you were able to bask in his presence once more. 

Tears were streaming down during the kiss but you didn’t care. You drowned out the excessively loud cheering from the audience in the background and focused on this moment with the person you love the most. Once you two part, he leans his forehead against yours, uses one his hands to hold yours, and then uses his other hand to cup your face, using his thumb to wipe away your tears before kissing the tip of your nose.

Originally posted by cuteshibes

K I M T A E H Y U N G :

[angst] - Let’s say he accidentally left you. You two were out sightseeing at a foreign city on the other side of the world. It would late at night and for some reason, at this ungodly hour, people would be swarming the streets. While you two were making your way through the crowd, you suddenly lost sight of him. This wasn’t because you were slow, but it would because people would keep shoving you around and eventually, you came to the conclusion that you were lost.

Your heart stopped once you realized that he wasn’t around you, and your heart dropped when you realized that you had no way of contacting him. Your phone’s carrier only provided calls for in your home country, not for whatever country you’re in now. Your eyes grew wide and sweat formed at your temples when your mind started to register the fact that you were running out of options to try and get help. With a shaky breath and weak knees, you situate yourself on a nearby bench. Desperately, you look around to try and recognize his outfit or hair or voice or fucking something in this sea of strangers.

Tears started to build up in your eyes as your thoughts gave up on hope in finding him. You knew that it would be best if you just stayed in place, for he will probably notice your absence and come back to search for you.

Minutes turned into hours and you started to doubt; your hands were becoming clammy and you looked around anxiously and he was still nowhere to be seen. You regretted not bringing a thicker jacket, the night air got more cold the later it got, but then again, getting left behind wasn’t part of the plan and you were supposed to be back in the hotel right now. 

‘The hotel!’ You thought, and you closed your eyes tight to try and focus on how to get back to it. But no matter how hard you tried, the way back was just not possible for you to remember, especially considering that you took a car along the way. As you began to lose hope, you stared up into the starry sky with your teary eyes and made a desperate wish upon the stars that Taehyung would come and find you.

The crowd started to dissipate, and it wasn’t long until you were the only one outside, with the exception of those people who were walking home from work. Your body was shivering from the lack of warmth in your body and you tried laying down on the bench, cuddling your knees as you tried to warm yourself up. It wasn’t long after that Taehyung finds you.

You hear your name called out from a distance, and you honestly thought it was your imagination. Though, a moment later, he’s crouching beside you, getting a good look at your face just to make sure it’s you, and his face morphs from worry to relief when he comes to the realization that it’s you and he’s so happy to have found you. He tried to give you a hug from the position you are now on the bench, but you were freezing cold to try and move. Noticing this, he helps you sit up, slips off his own jacket, and places it on your shoulders before rubbing his hands on your arms as an extra attempt to warm you up. Slowly, you opened your eyes, and your heart, though still clenched up from trying to keep your body warm, finally relaxed at the sight of him. 

You were quick to wrap your arms around his despite how you’re trembling right now. You started sobbing when he puts his arms around you too. Your tears were getting soaked up into the collar of his shirt and he doesn’t say a word, understanding how scared you must’ve been to be alone in such a foreign place. 

[fluff] - Let’s say he got you a dog. He would notice how when you’re waiting for him to arrive home, all you’d be doing is blasting music from your t.v as you laid down on the floor of your living room, singing obnoxiously. The more he thought about you waiting for him to arrive, the more he worried about how you would get when he goes out on tour. 

Before going home from being at the studio, he’d stop by an animal shelter, where he picked up the cutest puppy there was to bring it back home to you. Once he’s in front of the door, he holds the dog in one arm while he uses his other hand to unlock the door. He hears the faint music that you’re blasting, and he’s smiling from ear to ear from how excited he is to see your reaction. When he has opened the door, he let the pet go in first, letting the little animal explore the new home.

You were taken by surprise when a puppy came up to you on the floor and started sniffing you. You sit up criss cross (apple sauce) and take in the small animal into your arms, basking in the cuteness but curiosity growing in you as to what could’ve possibly let it into your home. Confused, you look at the collar, the front of the tag reading the name of the dog while the back had your address engraved in it. You gasped, and you looked towards the direction of where your front door was and called out, “Tae?” 

With his signature boxy smile on his face, he appears from hiding behind the door and sits down in front of you, enjoying the sight of you holding your guys’ new puppy. Your mouth was slightly agape from holding this little ball of fluff in your hands and you face your pet towards your boyfriend, whispering in a high pitched voice that you get into whenever something was too adorable for you to handle. “Is a pupper!” You’d exclaim softly.

Taehyung would laugh at your priceless reaction, petting the dog’s head as you were holding it. Tears would start up in your eyes as you bring the little animal into your chest, embracing the precious thing in a hug. You were overwhelmed at the thought of taking care of your new dog and you felt so honored to have a cutie like this one in your arms and you kept on thinking about how Taehyung is the best boyfriend ever and you couldn’t help but cry.

Taehyung laughed softly at the sight of you crying because of this dog. He would then scoot closer to you, putting one hand around your back and the other one was on top of your hand that was petting the puppy, his hand following yours as you continued to caress its head.

Originally posted by jeonwilds


J E O N J U N G K O O K :

[angst] - Let’s say you self-harmed. The stress from school, hate from fans, exhaustion from work, mixed along with your insecurities, low self-esteem, and Jungkook’s absence did not go along well with your depression.

This feeling of paresthesia ran throughout your whole body and your mind became corrupted with unhealthy thoughts and suddenly you’re in the bathroom with a blade in one hand. You bring the wrist of your other hand up just to look at it, then you took a look at the mirror to see yourself and you watch yourself as you brought the blade against your wrist and dig the sharp side into your skin. As expected, blood appeared from where you’ve made your cut but you felt no pain.

You sighed as you watched the blood trickle down from your wrist, down your arm, and drip off your elbow. You didn’t care to clean it up. You just trudged to your backyard, sat down in the grass, and looked up into the sunset. 

Jungkook comes home a little bit later, and is concerned when you didn’t reply to him announcing that he’s back. He’d wander off to the living room, the kitchen, and then the bedroom. Along the way, he saw some drops of blood on the floor and he’d go wide-eyed, haste to follow where the trail leaded. Relief struck him when he found you sitting outside, still alive. He’d then go get some bandages before sitting beside you. 

You’d notice his presence but you didn’t acknowledge him. He stared at you as you continued looking up at the sky. When he figured that you wouldn’t say anything right now, he’d sigh before gently grabbing your wounded wrist and patching it up for you. As he was finishing up, you decided to tell him, “I can’t feel anything.” Then you gulp because your mouth has gone dry. “So I decided to hurt myself because everybody feels pain when they get hurt, right?” You then turn to look at him in the eyes. “I’m sorry,” You whisper.

He doesn’t say anything, instead, he engulfs you in a hug. Soon, you two were laying on the grass, you’re sleeping on his chest and he’s holding you close as he stares up into the moon. During the night, he carries you bridal style into the bedroom, making sure you’re tucked in and comfortable before he went through the house to throw away anything sharp that you could possibly hurt yourself with and hiding the knives & the scissors. After that, he would join you in bed and he would cuddle you, reminding your that he’s going to help you go through whatever hardship you’re facing together.

[fluff] - Let’s say he surprised you by coming home early. Your friends would text him, telling him how you’ve been in the dumps lately because of his absence, which makes him really sad. No matter how many video calls and phone calls and texts you guys send, it would never compare to the feeling of being in each other’s presence.

With a request to his manager, a purchase of an airline ticket, and a packing of a luggage, he sets off to surprise you at your place. 

You came home from another day of work. You noticed the extra pair of shoes by your front door but you ignored it, the feeling of fatigue washing over you and deciding to let those pair of shoes be a problem for you for another day. You walked into your bedroom, also ignoring the suitcase in the corner of your room and taking a shower to change to more comfortable clothes. 

You trudged downstairs to make some dinner for yourself, but you were surprised at the fast-food bag sitting in your dining table. Confused, and a little concerned, you look around your house. When you wandered into your living room, you found a sleeping Jungkook on your couch. 

Tears filled your eyes and your covered your mouth with both hands. You knelt down beside him, still registering the fact that he’s in the same room as you right now. You guess he sensed your presence because he opened his eyes. With a yawn, he sits up and looks at you with a lazy smile. 

“Aw, why’re you crying? Aren’t you happy I’m here?” He’d say, his voice still a little groggy.

You’d close your eyes, letting your tears fall freely now, and you’d nod your head vigorously. His smile would be more genuine and he’d say, “C’mere,” before pulling you into a hug.

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guys this tooK ME THREE DAYS TO WRITE !! it was so hard for me to create 7 different angsty scenarios and 7 different fluffy scenarios

needless to say, i’m quite proud of this one, even though this turned out to be more of an imagine rather than a reaction // my favorite scenario is namjoon’s angsty one haha & boi i was about to make jimin’s angsty scenario into it’s own one shot like i had to limit myself there whoa

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“Buried” (Chapter Six)

The guys find out who is behind this whole mess, and get ahold of Bucky. They spend an entire day together hiking through the jungle and it’s just as snarky as you think it will be. Little bit longer chapter this time, pushing 3300 words.  Let me know if you figure out what is the significance of Bucky/Steves code names/ numbers! Excited to hear what you guys think!

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Tony popped awake just as Steve was reaching out to shake him and there was an entirely too awkward moment where they just looked at each other with wide eyes.

Steve’s were just as blue as they had ever been, striking against his darker hair, and Tony thought for a moment that maybe he preferred it to the golden blonde of before. And the beard was a winner. He had always loved Steve’s smile and that clear skin but he wasn’t complaining about the beard. Not at all.

Plus the beard sort of went with how big Steve had gotten, all broad shoulders and ridiculous pecs, and thighs that made Tony want to–

Oh shit I’m staring.

Steve’s lips had curled in an amused smile as Tony was fairly obviously checking him out, and Tony finally broke the stare, looking down at Steve’s out reached hand and then standing by himself, brushing the dirt as best as he could off his pants. “You let me sleep longer than ten minutes.” He said dryly, happy to pretend that he had not been ready to start drooling over the soldier.

Steve rolled his eyes before he could help himself. “Brilliant, Tony. Very observant.”

Tony bristled a little but tried to swallow down his annoyance “Why, though? We needed to get to the river.”

“Because you needed it.” Steve said honestly. “You look tired. More tired than you should for being on vacation. I just wanted to make sure you were as rested as you could be before… before we attempt whatever it is we are attempting.”

“Yes will, I did run for my life from a helicopter yesterday. I think I’m allowed to look tired, thank you.”

“More tired than that.” Steve lifted his pack. “I mean you look like you’ve been tired for months. When was the last time you slept? I could pack things in the bags under your eyes.”

“There’s that Rogers charm.” Tony snorted. “Thanks for the compliments. Let’s just go.”

“Not gonna tell me why you’re tired?”

“I feel like it’s not your business.”

“That’s fair.” Steve took a deep breath and pointed south. “River should be no more than a few clicks that way. I ended up leaving my GPS when I grabbed my pack so I’m not entirely sure about an exact distance. Good thing is, it’s a giant river so we will definitely run right into it at some point, and can follow the current until we hit a village.”

“Lean on, fearless Captain.” Tony re-tied his boot and nodded. “Let’s find some water.”

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We gotta keep our eyes and ears ready for whatever it is we can find out about Riverdale/ Bughead / Sprousehart!

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Team D, stay aware for any Facebook lives!

Team E, you stay here and make sure all the gathered info spreads!

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Yes - A Harry Styles One Shot

**Almost 6,400 words! Enjoy!! :) 

You placed the cap back on your red lipstick and put in your makeup bag. You gave yourself another look over in the mirror and took a deep breath. You had no clue as to what the night might bring, all you knew was that you were going to be seeing someone that you had seen in a really long time. 

Not that you didn’t want to see them, it was just that you were on tour and they were working on their own thing, so there wasn’t really time to see one another. 

And that was always the problem. Well, one of the problems. See, you had been in love with someone for years, but there was always shit getting in the way preventing the two of you from being together. 

It’s not like you hadn’t tried, it’s just that all those tries failed. Eventually, you two just decided to be friends because it just wasn’t meant to be anything more. 

Or so you thought. 

**

Harry paced backstage of Saturday Night Live. He had so many emotions going through his mind at that moment. He was both nervous and excited, and not just because of the show or his performance. But because he had invited you to come. 

When he reached out to you about coming to see him in New York, he was worried that you wouldn’t come. He was always worried that maybe, you were with someone else. 

Harry never moved on from you. His heart still ached for you. He wished things in the past were different, but he couldn’t go back and change them, but he could hope for a better future. 

By working on his solo material, Harry realized that if he really wanted something, he needed to go for it and make it happen. He couldn’t just sit around and wait for it to come because there was always a chance it wouldn’t. 

“How are you feeling about tonight?” Jeff asked while Harry was getting his hair done. 

“I’m alright,” he said from the makeup chair. “I’m just ready to get out there.” 

“Is Y/N coming?” He asked. 

Harry looked over at him when he said your name. “Yeah, she is. She has a show tomorrow night at MSG, so she’s in town and said she would come.” 

“Do you think anything is going to happen between the two of you or are you  strictly going to be friends?” Jeff smirked. 

Harry sighed. He had no clue. Looking back at all of your meetings in the past, things usually ended up in either your bed or his. It was hard not to, when you two who wanted to be together, hardly ever could. But tonight, was the first night in ages that you two had seen or even spoken really. And the last time was the two of you saying to just be friends. 

All Harry did know was that he couldn’t wait to see you and that maybe there was some hope that you two could find a way to be together. 

**

When your car arrived at the studio, you were shown to your seat and you noticed a familiar face. It was Nick, one of Harry’s best friends from London, plus you had been on Nick’s radio show plenty of times. 

“Oi, look at little miss Y/N,” he smirked walking over to you and giving you a hug. “How have you been? How’s tour going?” 

You laughed. “It’s going well, but I’m exhausted. I’ve been on this tour for over a year.” 

“Damn, it has been that long hasn’t it?” he asked. 

“Yeah, it has. I’m honestly ready to just take like a month long vacation,” you laughed. 

“Can I come with? I can just pre-record a shit ton of morning shows for my time slot,” he joked. 

“Sure, I could use some company,” you laughed. 

“I’m sure Harry would take you up on that offer,” he smirked. 

“Um… Maybe,” you coughed. 

“So, what’s going on with you two anyway?” He asked. 

“Nothing. We haven’t even seen each other since last year,” you said. “Since before I went on tour, actually.” 

“Well, he must want something to go on between you two, I mean why else would he invite you here. This is a huge night for him,” he said. 

“I know that, but…” you sighed. 

“He really likes you know, no scratch that,” he said. “He fucking loves you. He always has, he gutted him when you two decided to break it off permanently.” 

“That was over a year ago, Nick. I’m sure he’s moved on…” you sighed. 

“Y/N, I’m his best friend and trust me when I say, he hasn’t,” he whispered. “And I’m pretty sure there’s no moving on from the one you know deep inside your heart that you’re meant to be with.” 

You sighed leaning back in your seat. You couldn’t respond to Nick’s statement because the producers let out the signal that the show was about to start. 

**

The first major skit of the night was up next and they had set it up like a Family Feud episode. You weren’t sure how many skits, if any, that Harry was even in. The actors came out onto the stage and you squinted a little when you noticed one of the guys that walked out. 

“Is that-” you said pointing to the guy standing next to Jimmy Fallon. “Is that Harry?” 

“The one and only,” Nick joked. 

“Oh my god,” you laughed. “He almost doesn’t look like himself and actually looks like Mick Jagger,” 

“Yeah, I think he took the comparisons a little far,” he laughed. 

When the skit finally started, you were crying you were laughing so hard. It was a commercial break, so you took out your phone and decided to take some selfies with Nick. 

“Can I put you on me snap chat?” he asked. 

“Sure,” you laughed. “What filter should we use?” 

“The bunny one,” he said quickly. 

You laughed and took a few pictures with him. The show came back on and it was time for Harry to perform his song for the first time. You had heard the song plenty of times over the last week, not only on the radio, but you had it on your iTunes and you were streaming it. 

You really loved the song and you couldn’t wait to hear it, along with the rest of the world. 

When Harry started singing, you found yourself smiling. You were so proud of him and watching him do what he loved, and performing a song that meant a lot to him, was amazing. 

The rest of show was great and at the end when everyone came on stage for the goodnight and applause, you stood up next to Nick and you both started jumping around and cheering. 

Harry had looked over in the direction of the noise and laughed when he saw Nick and blushed a bit with a smile when he saw you standing there too. 

**

After the show, you and Nick went backstage. And while Nick was practically running with excitement to see his best friend, you were feeling really nervous. Your mouth was dry and your hands were a bit sweaty. 

Nick didn’t even bother knocking on the door, he just went straight on inside. He practically pulled you through the door and you laughed. 

“Mate, you did great!” Nick said. “Oh, and Y/N’s here,” he said pushing you in front of him. 

Harry had been in the middle of changing. He was in a different pair of trousers and his new shirt was in his hands. A lot had changed since you last seen him, and it was just a few new tattoos and a haircut. 

Harry looked over at you and smiled. “You came,” he said. 

“I did,” you nodded. “Nick’s right, you did amazing. I’m really proud of you.” 

“Thank you,” He said. “You uh… you look great,” 

“Thanks,” you smiled tucking a loose hair behind your ear. 

You weren’t sure what happened, but someone how all the people that were in the room when you arrived had slipped out leaving just you and Harry. 

“Do you have any plans tonight? Or morning, technically?” He laughed. 

You shrugged. “I was just going to go back to my hotel.” 

“Would you want to come to the after party with me?” He asked. 

“Um, sure. I’d like that,” you smiled. “I’ve been to a few share of SNL after-parties, they’re always memorable.” you joked. 

“Oh, so you don’t want to go for me?” He asked with a smirk. 

“Well, I mean, maybe a little,” you shrugged.

He laughed. “I’ve really missed you,” he said. 

“I’ve missed you too,” you said. 

**

When you got to the after-party, Harry had to make some rounds to meet with some people, so you decided to go to the bar and get a drink. 

You knew a few people at the party, so you were talking to them for most of the time. It was getting late and you weren’t sure where Harry had gone. You sighed deciding that it was better if you just went back to your hotel. You grabbed your bag and headed towards the door. 

You saw Nick hanging with Jeff and some other friends, so you went over to him. 

“Hey, um, I couldn’t find Harry, so if you could just tell him that I had to leave,” you said. 

“Are you sure?” Nick asked. 

“Yeah, I have a show later today,” you said. 

“Okay, it was great catching up with you tonight,” Nick smiled hugging you. 

You nodded and pulled away before heading out the door. You got into the car and they took you to your hotel. You got up to your room and quickly took off your heels. You sighed rubbing your feet when you sat on the bed. 

You were exhausted. All you wanted to do was just crawl into bed and sleep until the show tomorrow. You got undressed and climbed under the blankets. You were just about to fall asleep when you heard a knock on your door. You groaned and got up putting on your robe and walking to the door. You stood on your tip-toes to look through the peephole and you saw Harry standing there. 

You unlocked the door and opened it. “Hey, what are you-”

“Y/N! I’m so fucking sorry. I didn’t mean to just leave you like that. I had only planned to talk to a few people, but then when I went to go back over to you, I kept getting stopped. Then when I finally was able to get away, Nick told me you left,” he sighed. 

“Harry it’s okay. Tonight’s your night. I wanted to stay, but it was late, so I came back to my hotel,” you shrugged. “You don’t have to apologize for it.” 

“Yes I do,” he nodded. “I invited you and didn’t even spend time with you.” 

“You had more important people to talk to, it’s okay,” you said. 

“No one is more important than you,” he whispered looking into your eyes. 

You felt your cheeks turning red and you were thankful for the dimmed lighting in the hallway. 

“Look, inviting you tonight wasn’t just about SNL or me performing for the first time,” he said. “I wanted to talk to you, really talk to you.” 

“About what?” you asked. 

“Everything,” he whispered. “And now, I’ve gone and fucked everything up because it’s late and you’re tired. You have a show later today and then I leave tomorrow and you’re still on tour, there’s just no fucking time to do anything.” 

You could tell he was really upset with him and you knew that knowing he wanted to talk to you about something was going to keep you up, so you didn’t care how late it was anymore. 

“Hey,” you said taking his hand. “We can talk now. I don’t mind. I’ll be fine, we don’t have anything planned during the day, so I can catch up on my sleep, then.” 

“Are you sure?” he sighed. 

“Yes, now come in.” you said pulling him inside. 

You shut the door behind you two and then you followed him over to the bed and sat down. 

“So, what did you want to talk about,” you said playing with the tie on your robe. 

“I meant what I said earlier tonight, I’ve missed you,” he whispered. “And I know that we agreed to just move on and be friends, but that obviously didn’t happen. We’ve gone over a year without really talking and I hate it.” 

“I know, there were plenty of times I wanted to call you, but I didn’t,” you sighed. 

“I did the same thing,” he said. “And looking back now, I really wished that I had because maybe we wouldn’t have missed out on so much time together.” 

“As friends you mean?” you asked. 

“As friends… as something more,” he whispered. 

“We’ve been down that road before Harry,” you sighed. “We get together and everything’s fine for a few weeks maybe months, but then shit happens and we end it before it even really began. That’s why we agreed the last time would be the last time.” 

“I know…” he whispered. “But I haven’t been able to move on from you and I don’t want too. I love you, Y/N. I’m in love with you, I have been since I was 19, when we first got together. Things were crazy then and we were too young all those times, so we just ran away because we didn’t want to face it. But I want you and I’m ready to face whatever shit comes our way. I don’t want to look back twenty years from now and wonder what if you were the one who got away.” 

You bit your lip as you looked down. “Do you have any idea on how much I want to say yes because I haven’t moved on either and I’m in love with you too, but I don’t know if that’s the best thing for us.” 

“Why not?” he said. “We both love each other and want to be together, shouldn’t that be enough?” 

“It was never enough back then,” you pointed out. 

He sighed taking your hand in his. “But that’s the thing, this time will be different because of our past. We can learn from our mistakes,” he said. 

“But what if it doesn’t work out. I mean what if we’re different people, it has been a year since we’ve talked…and we’re still in the public eye,” you sighed. 

“But what if it does work out. What if we give this one more try and we’re together forever,” he whispered taking your face in his hands. “Isn’t our happiness and being together worth the risk?” 

You looked his eyes, something that you had dreamed about doing for so long. 

“Yes,” you nodded. “Being with you is worth every risk.” 

“So, does this mean…” he whispered. 

You nodded. “It means that we’re together again,” you smiled. 

Harry’s smiled so widely that his dimples were showing. “Can I kiss you?” 

“You better, I’ve only been waiting all night for you to do it,” you laughed. 

Harry laughed and pulled you onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around your waist and leaned in to kiss your lips. As soon as your lips touched, every memory from your past together, every previous touch, everything you’ve ever felt for him came rushing back. 

Even though you had just been exhausted an hour ago, you were wide awake now. It didn’t take long for the kiss to deepen and for you to wrap your legs around his waist. His hands had moved from their place on your hips, down to your bare legs. He pulled away from your lips and moved down to your neck. You tilted your head to the side. 

“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he whispered. 

“No,” you said. “It’s okay. It’s been long enough, I don’t want to wait anymore.” 

Harry pulled away from your neck and looked at you. “Are you sure?” he said. “I didn’t… I didn’t come here for that.” 

You put your hands on both sides of his face. “I’m sure. I love you. I’m in love with you. We’re back together and I want you. I want to feel you and be with you. Like you said earlier, I have to leave in a few days, and we don’t know when the next time we might be physically together. But I mean, if you don’t want to…” you said. 

“No, I do. Trust me,” he said. “I just, I don’t have a condom with me.” 

“It’s okay. I’m still on the pill and I haven’t slept with anyone… since well…you,” you admitted. 

“Me either,” he whispered. “I’ll admit there were times I thought about it and I had the chance, but It felt wrong, so I never did.” 

“Then we both could really use this…” you smirked. 

“Yes, we can,” he smirked pulling you back in for a kiss. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck and he brought you closer. The tie around your robe was becoming undone as the two of you continued to kiss and touch it other. 

“Let’s see what’s under here yeah? It’s been a while,” he smirked looking up at you as he untied it. He pushed the two sides of the robe apart and down your shoulders, revealing you wearing nothing a small pair of underwear. He cocked his eyebrow as he looked at you. 

You blushed. “I told you I was about to go to bed,” you defended. 

“Fuck, if I had known you weren’t wearing anything under that, except for these,” he smirked putting his finger in the band around your waist. 

You laughed. “What would you had done?” 

“I probably would have kissed you sooner,” he smirked. 

You laughed and unbuttoned his shirt. “It’s only fair,” you smirked pushing it down his shoulders. 

You leaned back in to kiss him as you ran your hands over his chest and shoulders. It didn’t take long before he flipped you over onto your back. You laughed pulling him back down for a kiss. 

“I wanna take this slow,” he whispered. “I just want to savor every fucking moment,” he said as he kissed down your neck and chest. 

He kissed down your stomach and kissed down your legs as he took off the remaining clothing that covered your body. He stood up at the end of the bed and undressed before joining you under the blanket. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him. 

He smiled into the kiss as he ran his hands up and down your sides before moving them down your legs. You gasped as you felt his fingers working on you. 

You could see the smirk on his face and you rolled your eyes. You felt the wave of pleasure come over you as your breath quickened and you couldn’t keep yourself from being a bit vocal. 

Once you were down from your high, he looked down at you. “Ready?” he whispered. 

You nodded. He smiled and slowly pushed into to you. You both laid there for a bit without moving, just enjoying that moment. Soon, he started moving at the slowest place and you matched him beat for beat. 

He put his forehead on yours and you two looked into each other’s eyes as you moved together. “I love you,” he whispered. 

“And I love you,” you smiled. 

You didn’t know how long it had been when you both finally reached your edge. Harry rolled off of you before laying next to you. He wrapped his arms around you and you cuddled up with him. Both of you were trying to catch your breath and were covered in sweat. 

He kissed your head as he ran his hand up and down your back. 

“Will you come to my show?” you asked. “I can put you and your friends on the list.”

He smiled. “Of course, I’ll come.” 

“Good,” you smiled. 

“I’ve missed coming to your shows,” he admitted. 

“You still could have gone,” you said poking his nose. 

He laughed. “I know, but I was afraid it would have been too hard.” 

“I know what you mean. I was nervous about last night, seeing you for the first time in a while,” you whispered. 

“Thank you for coming, not only because we were able to talk, but because it meant a lot to me for you to be there,” he whispered. 

“You’re welcome,” you smiled. 

He kissed you quickly. “You should probably get some sleep,” 

“You’re gonna stay right?” you whispered. 

“I’m not going anywhere,” he smiled. 

**

Later that morning, when the sun was up, you woke up to Harry, not in the bed. You pouted confused looking around. His clothes were still there, so he hadn’t left. You then heard the shower turn on. You smirked to yourself and after waiting a little bit, you walked into the bathroom and joined him in the shower. 

“Did I wake you?” he said putting his hands on yours when you wrapped them around his waist. 

“No,” you said. “I woke up on my own and saw you weren’t in bed, then I heard the shower.” 

“I forgot I was supposed to have breakfast with my friends,” he said. “We were gonna do some shopping and stuff.” 

“Ahh,” you said. 

“I would love for you to come, but I know you have your show tonight,” he said turning around to face you. 

“Yeah, I’m probably going to take a bit of nap after I eat something,” you said. 

He smiled. “But I’ll see you at the show tonight.” 

“I know, I know, but I don’t want you to go,” you pouted looking up at him. 

“Trust me, if I was a shit friend, I would just blow them off, but we had these plans made for a while,” he sighed. 

“It’s okay. I understand,” you smiled. 

“And we still have a little bit of time left before I have to head back to my hotel and change,” he smiled wrapping his arms around you. 

You both quickly took a shower before getting out. Harry got dressed in his clothes from the previous night and sat on the bed with you. You put your head on his shoulder and wrap your arm around his. 

“When are we gonna see each other again after this?” you sighed. “We just got each other back and we only have hours left before we’re apart again.” 

“Hey, let’s not think about that right now,” he said putting his forehead against yours. “We can figure all that out after the show.” 

You nodded.

“I better get going,” he said. 

“Okay,” you said. 

He smiled and leaned in to kiss you. You smiled into the kiss before you pulled away. 

“I’ll see you tonight,” he smiled. “I love you.” 

“I love you too,” you said. “Oh, and text me or something on how many that want to come.” 

“Will do,” he said. “Bye baby.” 

“Bye,” you smiled. 

Harry grabbed his jacket and walked out of the room. You sighed as you laid back on the bed. You couldn’t believe that in a span of less than 24 hours, you and Harry were back together and you were already so happy. You just hoped it stayed that way for at least a while.

**

When Harry got back to the hotel, he had about 10 minutes to change and meet everyone down in the lobby. He knew they would be asking questions about last night, and he just hoped he could keep his emotions in check to not be obvious about what happened. 

Harry was going to wear a buttoned down shirt, but he realized there were a few new additions to his chest from the previous night’s events. He smirked to himself as he remembered it, but then quickly turned his thoughts to something else before he had a huge problem, you weren’t here to take care of. 

He then decided on just a regular t-shirt and grabbed some boots to put on. He got his keys and phone before heading out of the hotel room to meet everyone. 

Most everyone was already down in the lobby by the time Harry arrived. 

“About time you decided to show up,” Nick said. 

“I’m right on time,” Harry defended. 

“Yeah, but you’re always ready to go before everyone else, yet you’re the last one to arrive,” Jeff smirked. “Late night with a little someone?”

Harry rolled his eyes. “Don’t we have some breakfast to eat?” He said walking into the restaurant of the hotel. 

“Didn’t eat enough last night?” he smirked. 

“Watch your mouth,” Harry said. 

“It was just a joke,” he laughed. 

“I don’t need you talking or joking about Y/N and I’s sex life,” he said. 

“Oh my god, so you did!” Nick smirked. “I knew that you two couldn’t resist each other. Does this mean you two are back together?” 

Harry groaned. “What’s with all the questions?” 

“Okay, you can’t hook up with your ex, who you’ve  been like obsessed with for years, and just go silent!” Nick said. 

“Yes, I can,” Harry smirked grabbing a menu and opening it, almost has if he was trying to block out the questions. 

**

While you were eating your breakfast, you took out your journal and started writing down some words. By the time you had finished your food, you had an entire song written down. 

You knew that what you were about to do would be risky, but for right now taking risks meant you could be happy and living your life. 

You called up your band and told them to get to the venue a few hours earlier than the show because you had a song you wanted to work on for that night. 

Once you got all of that situated, you set the alarm on your phone and then went to sleep. 

**

“So, I know we were supposed to go out tonight, but uh Y/N invited us to her show,” he coughed. 

“Ooh,” Nick smirked. “I take it we’re going?” 

“Well, I’m going, and then I guess whoever else wants to go,” he said. 

“I’m going! I love me some Y/N,” Nick smirked. 

Harry laughed. “Sometimes I think you like her more than me.” 

“Well, she is prettier,” he joked. 

“That’s true,” Harry laughed. 

“So, you’re really going for it again, huh?” Nick said. 

“Yeah, I love her and she’s the one I want to spend my life with, so why not?” Harry smiled. 

“I’ve never heard you talk about someone like that before,” Glenne said. 

“That’s because I’ve never had a reason to talk about someone else,” he shrugged. “I met Y/N when I was 19 and really liked her and for some reason, she liked me back. We started dating a few months after we met and things we great for a while, but I was touring, she was touring, the media had a fucking field day with our relationship and it just got too much. So, we ended it a week before our one year anniversary and then a few months after that, we ran into each other again and tried it again, but shit just went downhill again. We were always fighting and having to defend our relationship. My Mum and sister kept asking me if what was going around in the media was true and I just let their doubt get in the way,” he sighed. 

“Did that not like her?” She asked. 

“No, it wasn’t that exactly, I think they were just worried about me getting hurt,” he said. 

“That makes sense,” she nodded. “How do you think they’re going to feel about the two of you getting back together?”

He shrugged,” I don’t know, but I know they want me to be happy and Y/N makes me happy,” he smiled. 

“Well, we’re happy for you and can’t wait to meet her tonight,” Glenne smiled. 

**

Harry and his group of friends arrived at the venue. They all were able to go in a back way and while everyone went to find their seats, Harry went to look for you backstage. 

You were getting changed into your on stage outfit when Harry knocked on the door. You walked over and opened the door, smiling when you saw him. He instantly wrapped his arms around you and picked you up in a hug. 

You giggled. “How was your day?” You asked. 

“It was great, but I missed you,” he pouted. 

“I missed you too,” you smiled. 

He smiled leaning down to kiss you. After a bit, he pulled away, “You’re so beautiful,” he said. 

“I know,” you joked. 

He laughed putting you on the ground and he walks over to sit down on the couch. 

“So, where is everyone else?” you asked. 

“They went to their seats,” he said. “I wanted to come see you before the show.”

“I’m glad that you did,” you smiled. 

“Y/N, ten-minute warning,” one of your crew members said poking their head into the room. 

“Okay,” you nodded. 

“Hey, Harry,” she smirked. “Welcome back,” 

“Thanks, Jess,” he laughed. “Well, I better get to my seat, so I don’t miss any of the show.”

You nodded. “After the show, you and everyone can come back here.” 

“Sounds good,” he said wrapping his arms around you. “You’re gonna smash it out there,” he smiled. 

“Thanks,” you smiled puckering your lips. 

He laughed leaning down to kiss you again before pulling away and heading out the door. 

**

The entire show so far had gone amazing. The crowd was loud and energetic and you could see Harry with a bright smirk on his face as he watched you. You were a bit nervous because the song that you had just written this morning was up next. 

You put your microphone on the stand and grabbed yourself some water to drink. 

“Okay, how are you all doing tonight?” you smiled. “Are you having fun?” 

The crowd screams and jumps up and down. 

“So, uh, this next song is a brand new song. It’s not on any album or anything. In fact, it’s so brand new, I literally just wrote it this morning,” you said. “Now, you’re all probably thinking, why are you about to do that? Don’t you need time to work it out and rehearse it and what not?” 

“Well, yeah, usually,” you laughed. “But I started thinking about how music, doesn’t always have to be perfect and it never truly is. Nothing is perfect. And that’s sort of what the song is about, it’s about how something might not be perfect or fine all the time, but you shouldn’t let it keep you from experiencing it. My band and I rehearsed this song all day, so hopefully it won’t be horrible,” you laughed. 

The crowd goes silent a bit, but a few voices make it through cheering you on. The music starts and you stand up to the microphone. 

“Face me. Take me. Save me, don’t try to change me. Face you. Take you. Save you, I won’t try to change you,” you started off. 

“Yes, Yes,” you sang softly. 

“Here’s my body that I’m giving to us. Here are my arms that’ll hold us up. Here’s my life dedicated to love. I’ll try to give you everything you deserve and I can’t promise that’s gonna be fine. Here I am if you’re ready to try, here’s my tears when you tell me those words, here’s my life, for better or worse, for better or… yes, yes.” You sang at the end of the song. 

The crowd went insane and you had the biggest smile on your face. You looked over at Harry and you could see him smiling as big as you. He knew that song was written about him and about your relationship. 

**

Once the show was over, Harry and his group of friends, went backstage. When you got off stage, you went a changed out of your sweaty clothes and put on something more comfortable and dry. You sprayed some dry shampoo in your hair and touched up your makeup before heading to meet everyone. 

They were all talking to one another and Nick saw you first. “There she is!” he joked. “The lady of the night!” he said running over and giving you a hug. 

You laughed hugging him back and Harry turned around. “Oi, hands off my girlfriend,” he said. 

“Shh, don’t tell him about our love affair,” he joked. 

“He’s only jealous because you’re not hugging him,” you giggled. 

“Hey! I’m right here you know,” he said. “I can hear both of you.” 

“We weren’t exactly trying to keep it from you,” you laughed. 

Harry rolled his eyes with a smile and wrapped his arms around you. “You were fucking amazing,” he whispered. “Bloody brilliant.” 

“Thank you,” you smiled. 

“And that song… wow. It was everything.” he smiled. 

“I’m glad that you liked it,” you smiled. 

“I loved it,” he said. “Ready to meet everyone?” 

You nodded. Harry took your hand and gave it squeeze before walking over to the group. He introduced you to everyone and they seemed to really like you because they invited you out with them. 

“Actually, Y/N and I already have plans,” Harry said. “We have some things we need to talk about before she leaves in the morning.” 

“Oh, you have to leave tomorrow?” Jeff asked. 

“Yeah, I have a show in DC tomorrow night,” you said. 

“Well, have fun you two,” he said. 

“Yeah, and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” Nick smirked before leaving with the rest of the group. 

“So, do you want to grab some food?” he asked. 

“Yes, I’m starving, but we can just grab something quick and go back to the hotel,” you said. 

He nodded and wrapped his arm around your shoulder as you walked out to your car. After stopping to get some Chinese food, you both go up to your hotel room. 

You were leaning up against Harry as you two ate. “Tomorrow morning’s gonna come too soon.” you sighed. 

“I know,” he whispered kissing your head. “But we’ll see each other soon. I have to fly back to London to rehearse and film a tv spot, but after that, I’ll be free for a bit so I could fly out to meet you on tour,” he smiled. 

“Really?” you asked. 

“Yes,” he nodded. “I don’t really have any promo to do until it gets closer to the release date of my album, so I’ll have a few weeks free. I mean I’ll probably have to fit in some rehearsal time with my band, but your tour is over in a month or so right?” 

You nodded.” Yeah, my final show is at the end of May.” 

He smiled. “And then once you’re done with tour and I’m finished with a shit of promo, we can take a nice little getaway together,” he whispered. 

“That’d be wonderful,” you smiled. “I need a getaway.” 

He smiled. “I bet you do.” 

“Know what else I need?” you smirked turning around to face him.

“What’s that?” He asked watching you move toward him. 

“You,” you whispered before leaning into kiss him. 

**

The next morning came early when your alarm went off. You sighed cuddling up to him. He yawned kissing your head and rubbing your back. 

“What time do you have to leave?” He asked. 

“7 am, so we have about an hour left,” you sighed sadly. 

“Let’s order some breakfast and then jump in the shower while we wait,” he said. 

You nodded sitting up in the bed, holding the bed sheet over your bare chest and grabbing the phone. After you placed the order, you both went into the bathroom for a quick shower. 

When you were done, you dried off and changed into some yoga pants and hoodie. You packed everything in your suitcases and sat down to eat breakfast when the food arrived. 

After you ate, Harry wrapped his arms around you. Tears were threatening to fall and it didn’t take long before they did. Harry sighed. “Baby, don’t cry,” he whispered. 

“I’m trying not to, but we’ve already been apart for so long and this wasn’t enough time,” you sniffled. “I know we’re going to see each other in a week, but still. I feel like I just got you back and now we’re going to be apart again.” 

“We’ll talk every day. We’ll facetime. This week will go by before you know it and I’ll be on tour with you and we’ll have every day together,” he whispered. 

“Promise?” you whispered. 

“I promise baby,” he smiled putting his forehead on yours. 

Unfortunately, it was time for you to leave. Harry grabbed your suitcases and loaded them onto the cart. He tipped the bellhop to take them down to your car. 

Your car was parked at the back of the hotel, which meant that you and Harry could privately say your goodbyes before getting into the car. When you got down to the car, Harry wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you tightly against in him a huge hug. 

“You better call me as soon as you get a chance,” he said. 

“I will,” you smiled. “And you better call me when you get back to London.” 

“Don’t worry, I will,” he smiled. 

You two embrace for a little bit longer and he leaned down to kiss you. You eventually pull away. “I love you,” you whispered. 

“I love you too baby,” he smiled. 

You get into the car and head to the airport. 

You were still scared about getting back together with Harry, but you would rather be terrified of what could happen, then miserable because you would always wonder what if. You just hoped that this time, things would be different, better and you would finally get your happily ever after that you both deserved. 

**** The song referred to is Yes by Demi Lovato! :) 

Hope you enjoyed this One Shot! :) 

Dresses

Request: “Could I please request a tony stark x teen daughter one where she’s kind of punk and he’s got a function coming up and insists she wears a dress. she hates dresses. But she gives in but buying a dress from a hot topic. Nat just gives him a sympathetic look and she’s like ‘hey at least it’s a dress’ lol.”  & “Peter Parker x reader with 30 & 55“
Prompt: “Be you. No one else can.” And “You’re a nerd.”
Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader, Tony Stark x Daughter!Reader
Warnings: None
Word Count: 743
A/N: I decided to merge these two because I think Peter would look cute with a punk rock girl. And I love hot topic but there isn’t one in England. Anyway, I hope you like this and please feel free to request anything.

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Masterlist

Originally posted by philipshea



Being Tony Stark’s daughter had its ups and downs. Gadgets, gizmos and the Avengers were the upside. People knowing who you were, alien invasions and other things that wanted to kill you were a downside. But you had met Peter because of it. When your dad had brought the spiderling to the tower for the first time, you had both immediately hit it off. A few weeks later you were best friends and a few months after that he asked you out. When your dad had found out, you honestly thought he was going to incinerate Peter on the spot. Luckily, he didn’t and had come to terms that you were old enough to make your own decisions.
Another downside to being a billionaire’s daughter, was the functions and parties you were forced to attend. Tony was throwing a party at the weekend for god knows what but, you had to attend. Even worse, he was making you wear a dress. You hated dresses to say the least. Ripped up skinny jeans, leather jackets and band tees were more your style. However, Tony made you a deal that if you wore a dress, Peter could attend the party with you. So, very reluctantly, you went dress shopping with Nat.
“Why do you I have to wear a dress?” You complained for the millionth time as Nat dragged you into another dress shop.
“Because formal occasions demand so.”  Nat said with a roll of her eyes as you walked through rows of various coloured material.
“There’s nothing here.” You said as you vacated yet another shop. Out of the corner of your eye you caught the hot topic logo and an idea formed in your mind. “Let’s go over there.”
You dragged Nat into the shop and started looking at the clothes that were a little more your style. Your eyes were immediately drawn to a red and black dress and a pair of black heels. You picked up and turned around to show Nat. “Do you think it would be okay?”
“Be you. No one else can.” Nat said with a smile.
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The night of the party you were ready before all the guests arrived. You went downstairs to wait for Peter to arrive. You didn’t expect your dad to be already downstairs and waiting with Nat. You smiled at them both before grabbing a drink and sitting down to wait for Peter.
“I thought I said a formal dress.” Tony whisper screamed at Nat.
“At least she’s wearing a dress Tony.” Nat defended. “You need to calm down. Have a drink.” Nat handed him a glass of champagne.
Peter didn’t arrive much later. “Hey, you look stunning.” He complemented.
“Thank you, you don’t look too bad either.” You smiled and looked him up and down. His suit was black and his red tie matched your dress.
As people started to arrive, the dancing started. “Dance with me.” Peter whispered.
“I can’t dance.” You told him.
“I’ll teach you.” He said as he pulled you onto the dance floor.
He showed you where to put your hands and then started some simple steps. You smiled at him as you attempted not to step on his feet.
“See, it’s as easy as trigonometry.” Peter smiled.
“You’re a nerd.” You laughed.
“But you love me anyway.” He smiled.
You wrapped your arms around his neck as his went to your waist. “You know I do.” You smiled as he leant down and connected your lips.
Nat had to physically restrain Tony from killing Peter but she couldn’t stop smiling at you both.

It’s Insanity but... Protection

yo, guys, ignore the fact that it’s been like two years since i updated this fic and enjoy this next one!

Derek doesn’t remember falling asleep. All he knows is that he’s comfortable, safe, and warm. Almost too hot if he’s being honest. Which means that Stiles is probably there. Which means it must be a rare night when Stiles actually stays over. Which means it must be Saturday.

What is a bit unclear is why the wolf part of him is dragging him towards consciousness. He frowns a bit, drops his nose into the back of Stiles’ neck and takes a deep breath because he has the feeling it is too early to wake up. So whatever stupid bird or whatever has pinged his wolf is going to have to wait because he’s thinking at least another hour of sleep and then maybe pancakes before Stiles has to run off. This is a good plan. He is a genius. He does not want to go on a long vacation back to New York ever again. Not if it means depriving himself of this.

The door opens and Derek snaps awake and next to him, Stiles lurches up, sitting up as if he hadn’t just been asleep and Derek’s eyes flash as he throws an arm over Stiles and pushes him down and he’s ready to attack because who is in his house and then looks around and–

“Stiles?”

Corey.

Derek has a moment of supreme confusion, did Scott bring the kids over to pick Stiles up? Was there an emergency? Was the–

He’s at Stiles’ house.

“Dude,” Stiles says, shoving at the arm that Derek is still using to pin him in place. “Get off me.” He sounds a bit annoyed. Which makes sense because that is… that is Stiles’ kid. Corey. Who is here. Because Derek is in Stiles’ house.

While he’s still processing this information – the fact that he had fallen asleep at Stiles’ house – he realizes he’s naked. Oh god, he’s naked and in Stiles’ house in front of his children and one of them is right there. Staring at both of them. Probably scared out of his wits because Derek had just flashed his eyes at him and basically growled and it’s the middle of the night and Derek is naked.

He lets out a sound suspiciously like a yelp and yanks his arm away from Stiles.

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Beach Day

summary: just a fun beach day with dad shawn and his fam


You walked out of the bathroom, fixing the swimsuit you were wearing. You and Shawn had decided to take the kids on a vacation to Florida for the week, and since it was one of your first days there, you brought up the beach. “Lookin’ good, babe.” Shawn smiled, squirting sunscreen into his hand, and rubbing into your five-year-old daughter’s back.

“Daddy! That’s cold!” She squealed, jumping away from him.

“Sorry, angel.” Shawn smiled, and finished spreading the SPF 30 over her back.

Grabbing a pair of sunglasses, you slipped them onto your head. “Are you ready for the beach, honey?” You asked her, laughing at how much extra sunscreen Shawn had on his hands.

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Mirror For The Sun - Part 2: Cedar Point

Masterlist  -  Series Masterlist  -  Part 1  -  Part 3

Summary: Series: Nat tricks you into leading a road trip with Bucky, Sam and Steve. Her plot is partly to get the boys to travel for fun for once but mostly to get you and Bucky together. You and Bucky, who seemingly despise each other. 

Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 2057

Author’s Note: I LOVED Cedar Point as a kid, but hubby pointed out to me while I was writing this on the road that not everyone knows what it is… I think I’ve explained it in the fic, but if not, google it and be jealous. It’s mind-blowing. Ok I added this gif after because it totally looks like a roller coaster harness…

Originally posted by pxggycxrters


“Okay! Okay! I recognize this!” Y/N shouts slapping my arm absentmindedly as she leans forward between the front seats. “Go left up here.”

I had been pleasantly sleeping before this rude awakening. I groggily force myself more upright and swat her hand away “Stop hitting me.”

She stops, but doesn’t answer me in any other way. She doesn’t lean back to include me or tell me where we were, or even turn her head in the slightest to acknowledge me. Shit. I’ve really pissed her off. I thread my hand into my hair, pushing it off my face and catch Steve’s warning glare in the mirror. I can practically hear his mom-voice ‘You don’t have to snap at her Buck, she’s just excited.’

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