she looks so much like my sister here

Tumblr, I need your help

This post is different from my normal content, but I’m desperate here.

When my little sister was five and I was nine, we each bought a stuffed animal, a puppy dog. Mine is brown, and hers was cream-colored, and they were great comforts through moving, and growing up in an abusive household, and everything else that comes with that.

My sister lost hers at camp several years ago, and she’s been sad about it ever since. I’ve looked everywhere: ebay, amazon, thrift stores, rummage sales, talked to people on facebook, contacted the camp and the people that went there, tried to find the toy manufacturer (out of business), I attempted to contact the local store where we bought it…nothing.

I really want to help my sister here, and find her stuffed animal, or at least, one just like it. Again, this was a huge comfort to her through so much stuff that happened. It was always by her side, and it made her feel so happy, and since it’s been gone, I know she feels like something’s missing. She loved it so much.

I know that my only tool left to find it at this point is word-of-mouth. So if you would, could you spread this to as many people as you can? Put it on facebook if you want, screenshot it and send it to your friends, I don’t mind. I just want to help my little sister get her comfort animal back.

It’s a 12″-ish stuffed puppy dog, and the brand is Caltoy. Here are some pictures of mine, so you can see what hers is supposed to look like:

The only differences are that hers was a light yellow-cream color, and I think the ribbon on hers was blue (though I could be wrong about that).

More specifics:

It was sitting up, and had no tail. It was all the same color like this one, no dark ears/paws/etc, just the dark nose. It was made by Caltoy in or around 2003.

I would really like to find this for my sister, so that she can have that comfort again, and she definitely needs it right now. 

Please share it as much as you can, to friends or followers, whoever you can. I will be so grateful to all of you who help. <3

My contact info: starshipme (at), Askbox, and feel free to use tumblr messenger as well!

iron-and-pomegranates  asked:

Yo, i love ur blog and i heard u like sad altean lance, so i thought id contribute with this: Allura can shapeshift. We all know this. But if she can hide her altean features, maybe Lance could too? And perhaps hes been hiding his heritage the whole time he's been doing the Voltron thing? And somebody (Hunk probably? Or Keith, bc he Notices Things™) notices that Lance does the same gesture Allura does when she shapeshifts... and he does it a lot. So they eventually corner Lance and ask him (1/2)

2/2 whats going on, and after bugging him for ages about it, Lance finally reveals that he is, in fact, Allura’s little brother. And they’re so confused as to why Lance would cover this up! Like, why on earth would he pretend to not know Coran and Allura and pretend to be ignorant of Altea (Lance is a damn good actor tbh), and he just looks straight at them and says, “i am a paladin of Voltron. I could die any day here. I am willing to pretend to have no ties to my sister no matter how much it

3/3 hurts.” And they ask why. And he replies, “because allura lost her little brother once and it nearly killed her. If she found out who i was and then i died?… i dont even want to think about it.” He then looks straight at them and says “i will not lose my sister again. I will do the right thing. Even if it hurts me.” (Basically Altean!Lance is too selfless, cares too much and is willing to give up his ties to his sister to keep her safe)

I both love this and wonder what he was doing on earth then- either way, One of the Mice hears it. Just, Imagine Allura dropping a glass because the mice just told her, her brother is alive and well, and piloting the blue lion. 

Though why does lance flirt with her if they're siblings is my real question

lieutenant-sapphic​ said to leifor: art suggestion? Saavik with Amanda Grayson, since I believe she was sort of adopted by her at the start of Voyage Home? 

@lieutenant-sapphic you’re reading my mind!! saavik is spock’s adoptive sister/amanda’s daughter and no one will convince me otherwise

so here they are at amanda’s garden - also i think they would dress in a similar style?

ANYWAY WOAH. i love your art so much and it’s absolutely amazing!!

thank you! <3

The Diplomat.

//Jerome x Reader.

Requested: Yes.

Summary: Y/n is Oswald Cobblepot’s younger sister; she is the definition of innocence. She helps him with the social stance to negotiating, and is with him while he is trying to negotiate with one of the newest, most hyped criminal. Jerome Valeska.

Rating: Mid-fluff.

Warnings: Threats, language, slightly flirtatious Jerome.

Need to know: Set after Jerome’s revival, as he has more power, etc. (Also, I don’t have many revived Jerome fics.)

Title: The Diplomat. //

“Now, listen y/n,” Oswald says as he hobbles towards the gigantic garage door. “I don’t want you to have to do this, but if you do, I’d feel more comfortable if you had this.” He turns to her, pressing a gun to her palm, urging her to take it. Y/n sighs softly, staring down at the sleek black gun.

“I’d rather not, Oz, I think I’ll be fine…I’ve never needed one before.” Y/n says tentatively. Oswald’s head tilts as he stares down at her, and his head shakes, his mouth open slightly.

“Y/n, please do this for me.” Oswald’s eyes searches y/n’s. “These are bad people, y/n. If shit hits the fan, they won’t care who is armed and who isn’t. They’ll shoot you, y/n. So, take the damn gun.” He hated being harsh towards y/n but sometimes he didn’t have a choice. A small, irritated sigh slips past y/n’s lips as she grabs the gun from him, instantly flicking the safety on. Although Oswald knew y/n wasn’t really upset with him, he still felt guilty. He knew she could take care of herself, but it was always more a question of would she. Oswald dusts of his jacket, stands slightly straighter, and knocks his umbrella -which he uses as a cane- against the door five times, then four, and finally one. The door creaks and groans, and then lurches upwards slowly, the whole way squeaking as it rolls up. Oswald motions with his head for everyone else to enter first. They move forward as Oswald does, followed lastly by y/n.

Once she’s in the storage unit, the door closes- much quicker than it had opened. The slightly pale ginger stands up with a flair, his permanent smile widening as he moves forward to greet them.

“Hello, Oswald.” He says, his voice gruff as he stretches out his hand. Y/n moves forward, holding out her hand to shake his too, but his gaze merely stops on her for a second. His eyes light up slightly, and he withdraws his hand.

“Yes, hello.” Oswald says hastily. Jerome’s gaze flicks down to the gun in y/ns hands, and his eyebrows shoot up as he turns over to Oswald, his eyes sparkling as he tilts his head.

“You shouldn’t give toys to little kids; not toys like that,”

“I’m not a kid.” Y/n mumbles, not looking over at him. His eyebrows shoot up even higher as he whirls around to face her.

“Ah, she speaks!” He claps his hands together once, and moves in front of her, staring down at her. “Oswald, what is it that you wanted?” He continues, moving too fast for y/n too keep up. He turns around, spinning in a circle, stopping when he stands in front of him. “Because as you kn-ackaugh.” He pauses, his whole body wrenching as a look of pain crosses his scarred face, his eyes closing tightly. Jerome clears his throat roughly, his body again spasming. He cranes his neck up, arching his back slightly as he stretches his neck, his head rolling from side to side. When his eyes finally do open, they roll over to peer at y/n before he laughs roughly. “Sorry about that- being stabbed in the neck will do that to you.” He taps his wrist, staring down at y/n still. “Why did you take her here?” He moves forward quickly, and a look of panic crosses Oswald’s face. Jerome reaches out, grabbing her chin gently and moving her head up and down, side to side, examining her face. “This isn’t exactly what I was expecting in payment, but…”

“I am not trading you my sister!” Oswald hisses, moving forward violently. One of Jerome’s lackeys moves forward quickly, restraining Oswald as Jerome hops away from y/n, a shrill, loud laugh erupting from him.

“It was a joke,” he wheezes, grasping his sides as he bursts into another fit of rough, high pitched laughter. “Can’tcha take a joke, Oswald?” He grins at him, and holds his hands up quickly. “Look, I’m not here to make enemies.” A short, bubbly laugh flies past his lips once more before all expression leaves his face. His eyes burn as he looks at Oswald and y/n. “Unless you want to make enemies.” He casts his gaze over to y/n once more, smiling brightly. “Hey there, sweet cheeks. Be a doll and give me your gun?”

“Don’t talk to her like that Jerome!” Oswald explodes, staring at Jerome, murder written in his eyes.

“Oswald, stop.” Y/n says, holding her arm out in front of him. She steps forward, locking gazes with Jerome as she holds up her gun. His eyes only leave hers every few seconds to look at the gun. “This?” Y/n asks, trying to keep her voice from shaking.

“Yes, that gun. Is there another damn gun would I be talking about?” He growls. Y/n pulls her other arm away from Oswald and holds the gun out to Jerome.

“Just calm down, okay?” She meets his gaze once again. “We don’t want any trouble.”

“Ha! Hard to believe, with your brother over there.” Jerome barks out a laugh, eyeing the gun but not taking it.

“Jerome.” Y/n says firmly. Something about the way she speaks compels Jerome to meet her gaze. “I don’t want any trouble, Jerome.” She moves forward, grabbing Jerome’s hands. At this point, all of his followers are tense, fingers on their triggers. Y/n nudges Jerome’s hands open gently, placing the gun in them. He stares down at her, his eyes darkening as he grips on to one of her wrists tight, tossing the gun across the room with his other.

“You’re brave for someone so quiet.” Despite all the angry noises coming from Oswald, Jerome reaches out and strokes y/n’s cheek. “So, gentle,” he murmurs, every feature on his face softening. As y/n feels herself getting lost in Jerome’s eyes, her heart pounds quickly.

“And you don’t seem very dangerous for the most infamous criminal in Gotham.” She comments, tilting her head so his hand is cupping her face more, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. “But, you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover. Right?”

Jerome pulls away from her, his whole-body stiffening. “That’s exactly right, doll.” He waves his hand in the air. “Just, do whatever you’d like, Oswald. We can team up whenever, you need a favor, I’m your guy, you need supplies; I’m your guy. Take whatever you want now, we can just get more.” Oswald’s jaw drops open, and one of Jerome’s followers turn to him.

“Bu- but Jerome, are you-” His voice is silenced by the bang of a bullet as it sinks through his skull. Jerome stares at his gun in shock, as if he hadn’t known it was loaded, and then tosses it aside carelessly. He turns back to y/n one more time.

“Do me a favor,” he says softly. “Don’t trust anyone but your brother. He’ll take care of you, he’ll keep you safe.”

“Well, can’t I trust you?”

“No. Come to think of it, I don’t want you coming around here again.”

“Well, why not? Maybe I want to come down here some more.” Jerome swallows roughly.

“I can’t have you around me. You’re going to stay away from me.”

“I don’t have to do what you say.” Y/n says, easily getting fed up with his sudden coldness towards her. “You barely even know me, what’s your deal?”

“I know that I’ll like you, y/n. I know that I’ll love you, in fact. That can’t happen, y/n. It can’t.

“Maybe I want it to happen,” she calls out, shocking Jerome and Oswald. They both turn to look at her, jaws slack.

It can’t! When people like me, like your brother, when we care about people, they get used as leverage. Your brother let you out of the house much?”


“My point exactly. If people knew he cared for you, knew he was your sister…you’d be dead in an instant, doll.” Jerome laughs, and turns around. “So, I’ll say it again; you aren’t coming back around here. Oswald, get her out of here.”

As y/n leaves, she makes a silent promise to herself.

She will visit him again.

She wants to see him again, and they’ve only just met. She’s already infatuated.

Saudade (7)

Bucky x Reader

Summary: She’s willing to do anything to keep Bucky out of harm’s way, that’s why she’s so expendable, and expendability is dangerous.

Word Count: 2k+


Warnings: swearing, angst, violence



Originally posted by cherry-midnightmoonlight

Tony didn’t expect anyone at the Avengers doorstep anytime soon. So, when an elderly woman sat in one of the empty conference rooms, it stunned him.

“You’re Howard Stark’s kid, right?” she asks as he steps inside the conference room.

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Not All Monsters Are Bad

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Length: Short

I’m currently interrogating my sister about the monster in my closet. 

When I was ten, I had moved into her old room. I could remember the thing being in my closet ever since I’d moved into her room.  

Now, the thing isn’t bad. George (what I call it that, although I’m not sure of the gender) may be an asshole, but at least he doesn’t kill me. He likes to wreck my shit, though, and occasionally he scares me for, what I assume to be, fun. Let’s look back.

When I first moved into my sisters room, I was ten and literally had no fear. She had just moved out on her own, and her old room is much bigger than my old room, so here I am! I painted it blue, put up silly drawings and pictures and called it my own. The one thing we never replaced, though I really wanted to, was the closet doors. They’re sliding doors that are muddy pink color and are always super stiff. They constantly break, and were either not willing to move or was falling off completely. 

Anyhow, I wanted them replaced but we never found the time or money. The thing that always creeped me out about them is that the closet opens on its own in the middle of the night. Everyone tells me it’s the wind, but they literally will not open unless you throw your entire strength and then some into the effort. 

After a few weeks of living in this room, I noticed that things would go missing, become broken or moved without me touching them. For example, my favorite shirt went missing for three months. When I found it, it was 1) shoved into a dusty box (with a bunch of other shit that I don’t use) and 2) not at all dusty, just really worn (moreso than I had left it). There was also the time we found my mini makeup mirror from the bathroom smashed to bits. It was my favorite mirror and I always kept it in the bathroom so I wouldn’t lose it. And the time one of my journals came back with almost every page ripped out. 

The most prominent thing, however, is the doors move by themselves. I always shut them before I go to bed. I wake up every morning and they’ll be cracked open on the right side. At first I thought it was a breeze, but I sleep with the windows closed and fan off as it’s cold in my house all the time. Then I thought that it was my parents instead. So I locked my main door every night for a week and the doors were still open every morning.

Aside from breaking stuff, George is the biggest baby you’ll ever meet. Whenever I clean the closet, I would wake up the next morning with bruises on my legs. Once, I had woken up, taken a shower, and hissed in pain. When I got out, I asked my mom to look at my back. There was a big scratch running from my left shoulder to my right hip and three tiny scratches on my mid back. I don’t know what I did to deserve it, but it stung like hell. I also covered the mirror once a woke up with lil cuts on my cheeks. 

I’m not sure what George is. I don’t think he’s a demon, because I have rosaries, holy water, and bibles all over my room (I’m Catholic). 

I had cleaned the closet today, so I’m expecting to find some kind of injury. I also put up coloring pages in there, and a poster to brighten up the space. 

So there it is. The weird story about the monster in my closet.  

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Little Parker - Kai Parker (Part Eight)

Warnings: fighting with your significant other.  mild cursing.

Summary: Kai comes back from the dead to find he has a daughter.

A/n: So much fighting oh my oh my @geminioriginalsimagines


Originally posted by televisiongifs


“What? Kai, that’s crazy. We go back and Damon will kill you!” Your voice was low, so that Anna wouldn’t hear you.

“I know, I know, but something’s happening. Something that concerns not just me but Anna, you, and our babies.” Kai was arguing with you now, you could feel him starting to get angry in defense of his decision.

“It’s the Gemini coven, isn’t it? You want to get close to Ric’s twins.” You knew what he wanted, he tried to kill them once already, and when at first you don’t succeed, try again right?

“I want to help them, not everyone needs to end up like me! They don’t know how to control their magic, and I can help them. I can feel them, Anna can feel them, hell I’m pretty sure you’d be able to feel every little tendril of their magic each time they do something!” Your anger was rising, you promised Caroline after Anna was born that you wouldn’t bring your kid close to her kids if you could help it.

“No! I’m not going to put Anna through that, god Kai do you have any understanding of what she’s going through right now? Her father just came back from the dead! She’s currently known by all of the magical community as Kai Parker the Murderous Sociopath’s daughter! Everyone thinks she’s an abomination, a freak, an insane little girl who murders other children FOR FUN! And I made a promise, I made a promise after Anna was born that she wouldn’t even get close to Josey and Lizzie! And I swear to god Kai Parker if you make me break my promise then I will KILL YOU MYSELF!” A window smashes to your left, a few papers on the kitchen table light on fire, the door slams shut.

“Oh my god.” Kai lets out a chuckle as he talks, turning around to look at the door, swinging half off it’s hinges.


Kai looked stunned, he stared down at you wide eyed and you stared back up at him, anger boiling in your blood. Everything you wanted to say to him since the first day came flying out, you wanted to hit him, you wanted him to feel your pain, you wanted him to feel every second of your grief.

“I-” His voice breaks, you take a deep breath, still seething with anger.

“We are not going back to Mystic Falls and that is final, understand?” Kai nods, speechless as you stare up at him.

“Good.” You walk around him and open the kitchen door, trying not to look so angry as you walk towards the front door.

“Where are you going?” Kai walks after you.

“Out.” The door slams behind you and you walk down the stairs, rolling your shoulders with a heavy sigh as you get to the pavement.

An hour later and you find yourself in the French quarter, you weren’t lost, you had your phone, you just needed to calm down. You were so pissed, you weren’t going to return to Mystic Falls and put Anna’s life and the life of your unborn children in danger just so he could get to those kids. They were better off with Caroline and Ric, you couldn’t raise them any better. You were raising Anna as best as you could, you weren’t turning her into a sociopath.

It took you a year to get him to talk about his childhood, once you convinced him that you weren’t going to leave him and that you weren’t going to tell anyone- ever. That’s a serious breach of privacy and trust, you wouldn’t hurt him like that. He told you, about everything, about being a siphon, being seen as the family abomination. His mother was ashamed of him, his father locked him away, he wasn’t allowed to touch anyone, ever. Anna was not treated like that. You weren’t ashamed of her, you were proud of her. She stood up to everyone, she’s always so incredibly brave, and she’s not afraid to show people how powerful siphons can be with a little bit of magic and a lot of emotion. She held your hand while you crossed the street, she hugged you daily, you aren’t ashamed or afraid of your baby. You love her, and she loves you right back.

As you made your way back to the house you passed an old building, condemned, by the looks of it. But you remembered it, after you had Anna you came down to see your old friend Rebekah. She loved Anna, coddled her and showered her in kisses. You were there for a week. Now the place was covered in weeds and falling apart. You stared through the gates, hands at your sides.

“Everything’s going to hell, isn’t it?” You ask yourself quietly, your hand lingering over your stomach.

“I wouldn’t say that,” you spin around, looking right up at Marcel Girard, also an old friend, “I’d say this city is much better off without the Mikaelson’s.”

“Marcel.” You smile at him and he smiles back, letting you hug him. “It’s so good to see you.”

“You too, Y/n.” You back out of the hug still smiling.

“So what happened to the Mikaelsons?” You gesture to the building.

“I sent them packing.” You smile even wider, you never did like Klaus.

“Good on you.” He nods, a small smile directed to you.

“How’s your little one? Anna, is it?” You nod.

“She’s great, great, adjusting to New Orleans life very well. She’s five now, and she still drives me up the wall, but I love her for it.” You were still smiling, ignoring the lurking voice in the back of your head that said something was definitely off about Marcel.

“That’s really good, I’m glad to hear it.” You hug him again.

“I’ll see you around.” You walk away from him. Finally, after being several blocks away and out of the French Quarter, you have into the nagging voice in your head.

You turn into your house, walking up the stairs and opening the doors. Anna was sitting on the floor playing with Legos with the TV on and Kai was in the kitchen. You take your shoes off and then head towards the kitchen. You felt bad for yelling at Kai but you’d be lying if you said you thought he didn’t deserve it. After everything he put you through, and what he put Anna through, he definitely deserved it. Or at least you thought he did.

“I’m uh,” You stood in the kitchen’s doorway, Kai turned around from the stove when you talked, “I’m going to talk to Caroline and Ric this week. They’re probably struggling with the twins and I can give them some advice.”

“Okay.” Kai turns his back to you again, mixing noodles in water.

“I’m sorry Kai, but you know where I’m coming from right? I made a promise, I can’t break it.” Kai nods. You both had time to think, a few hours to calm down and assess the situation.

“Yeah, I get it, we need to think of Anna now. And the twins.” Kai’s eyes flicked down to your stomach.

“We do.” The tension in the air is high and you find it unbearable. You walk away, into the living room with Anna.

“Are you and daddy going to break up?” Anna asks, her eyes staring right into yours.

“No, no of course not baby. Mommies and daddies just, fight sometimes…it’s normal. We aren’t going to break up.” Anna’s eyes tear up, you slide off the couch and onto the floor beside her, recognizing quickly the signs of when your child is about to cry.

“I don’t want you and daddy to leave me.” You lift Anna into your lap as she cries.

“Hey, hey, hey…me and daddy aren’t ever going to leave you, no one can take us away from you.” Anna’s hands curls part of your shirt into a fist, her tears staining your shirt at the shoulder as you cradle her. You rock slowly, trying to calm her down.

“Not even the bad heretic?” Anna’s voice is small, she’s scared.

“Not even him, baby, no one can take us away from you.” Anna slowly starts to calm down as you rock, she was tired, she was always tired after she cried.

“It’s okay, baby, we’re all going to be okay.” You run your hand over her hair, smoothing it out as she calms down, sniffling.

“I don’t want you to go.” Anna’s voice drawls slightly, she was going to fall asleep.

“I won’t leave you, I promise.” Her eyes close and you wipe the tears off of her cheeks, she didn’t need to be afraid, she’s just a little girl.

You continue to rock, still holding her, your baby. She’d always be your little girl, you knew that. You pressed your lips to her forehead before standing and laying her on the couch. You pull a blanket over her shoulders, she didn’t deserve to be afraid of heretics and monsters. She was a little kid, she should be afraid of the bogeyman man in her closet, not of a heretic coming into her home and taking her family away. With that final thought you go back into the kitchen, thinking and thinking of a way to make Malum disappear forever.

Brother Troubles (Jonathan Byers x Harrington!Reader)

Originally posted by grysamobojcow

Request:   could ya write something when reader is steves sister ? and there’s some tension between jonathan and steve ? - Anon

Have not edited yet, so excuse any mistakes or bad writing

You were the younger sister of Steve Harrington, and you were dating Jonathan Byers.  That sentence basically screams trouble.  It was true that Steve hated Jonathan and vice versa, but when you and Jonathan became a couple, it revealed the extremely protective-brother side of Steve.

Steve would scowl at Jonathan whenever he saw him, shove Jonathan in the hallway when you weren’t around, and so on.  Steve thought he always managed to get away with it without you noticing.  But boy you did.  And one day after school you finally decided to tell Jonathan.

“Jonathan, we can’t let this continue.  You don’t deserve to be treated that way by my brother when you’ve been nothing but kind to me.”

“I know… it’s just–”

“It’s just what?  He’ll have to accept the fact that one day I’ll be Y/N Byers and you and him will be brothers-in-law.”

Jonathan smiled.  “Y-you really think so?”

You kissed his cheek.  “I know so.  That’s why tomorrow you’re coming to my house so we can resolve this… issue, between you and Steve.”

Jonathan sighed.  “If you think that’s best.  I’ll still love you no matter what Steve says,” he responded.

“And I’ll always love you.  I won’t let Steve hurt you, I promise,” you said and took his hand in yours.

“Thank you,” Jonathan said sounding relieved.  He really didn’t want to get into a fist-fight with Steve Harrington.

“See you tomorrow, babe,” you finished and pressed a sweet to his lips, lightly gliding your tongue over his bottom lip to tease him a bit.  Jonathan blushed immensely.  He still wasn’t used to your pet names for him or your teasing habits even though you had been together for five months.

**The next day (Saturday)**

You and Jonathan had gone out together for lunch.  Once you were finished, you got back in Jonathan’s car and began the drive to your house.  You and Steve’s parents weren’t home for the weekend, they were off on a business trip.  You were always in charge to make sure Steve didn’t do anything stupid like throw a party or steal beer.  You know, since your house is huge.

You pulled up in the driveway, but Jonathan didn’t open his door.  You laid a hand on his knee.  “Are you okay?” you asked soothingly.

He slowly nodded.  “Just nervous…”

You climbed over to his side of the car.  “Everything will be fine, you just need to trust me, okay?”


“Great,” you kissed his cheek.  “Now come on,”  You both climbed out of the car.  You wrapped your arm around Jonathan’s waist to provide a sense of comfort.  He did the same.  You approached the front door and opened it.  “Steve?”

“What?” Steve answered from upstairs.

“Come downstairs!  We need to talk.”

You could hear the pounding of feet upstairs as Steve made his way down the stairs.  “Do you need som–what’s he doing here?” Steve said with disgust lacing his voice when he saw Jonathan at your side.

“I said, we need to talk.  Come and sit in the living room,” you called back and led Jonathan to the living room where you sat directly next to him on the couch and entwined your fingers together.  Steve sat across from you.

“Alright.  What do you want?” Steve asked rudely.

You rolled your eyes in annoyance.  “I want to know why exactly you’re so rude to Jonathan.”

Steve looked at you with a ‘seriously’ face.  “”I’m your big brother.  I’m supposed to be protective of you and aware of who you’re dating.  And I’m not very fond of this Byers boy.”

“Ugh, Steve!  Accept the fact that I love Jonathan, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

“What if he hurts you, Y/N?  Then what?”

Jonathan finally spoke up.  “I would never hurt Y/N, Steve.  She means the world to me.”

Steve turned his glance towards Jonathan with an angry look plastered on his face.  “And how do I know you’re not lying?”

Jonathan spoke with more confidence this time.  “Because I love your sister with all my heart.  She brightens up my day, and makes the world seem like not so much of a bad place after all,” he concluded and draped an arm over your shoulders, you leaning into his touch.

Steve nodded, seeming pleased with his answer.  “Why’d she choose you?”


“Why did Y/N decide you were the one for her?” Steve repeated.

You cut them both off.  “You could’ve just asked me, you know.  I’m right here,” you snapped and cuddled up to Jonathan and began rubbing his back lightly.  “Because he’s always been kind to me.  Most guys just disgustingly flirt with me to try and get in my pants.  Jonathan isn’t like that.”  At this point Jonathan was bright red and shyly smiling.  “He loves me for me, and I love him for him.”  Jonathan turned his head to face you, so you took the opportunity and connected your lips to his.  In front of Steve.  Jonathan was a bit shocked at first, but soon melted into the kiss.

When you pulled away, you saw the look on Steve’s face.  Eyebrows raised and mouth slightly hanging open.  You giggled.  “Steve?  You okay?”  

Jonathan chuckled too.  “See?  I do love your sister with all my heart.”

Steve snapped back into reality.  “What?  Oh.  Yeah… yeah I guess you do.”

You raised your eyebrows.  “Aaand…?”

Steve groaned.  “And I’m sorry for being a jerk.”

You smiled, satisfied.  “Good.  Now, no more fighting you two.  Shake on it,” you instructed.

Jonathan stood up, soon followed by Steve.  They shook hands, and Steve leaned over to Jonathan’s ear.  “But if you ever hurt Y/N, I will personally snap your neck.”

Jonathan winced at his words.  “I know.”

You shook your head and smiled.  “You’ll never learn, will you?  I can’t wait til you guys are brothers.”

Steve eyes got impossibly large.  “Wait WHAT?”

You laughed and stood next to Jonathan holding his hand.  “One day we’ll be married.  I just know it.  I’ll be a Byers, and by law you’re technically Jonathan’s brother.”

Steve sighed.  “That’ll take some getting used to.”

You nodded.  “I know it will.”

You walked out of the Harrington house with Jonathan, who looked happy as could be.

Please let me know what you thought of it and what I could do better next time!

anonymous asked:

How can you talk about the amazing mazel and not have pics of them ?!

Not that I’m upset, but you’re like the ninth anon to ask me this, so here’s the deal:

I’ve got lots of pictures of Mazel, but she passed away in 2002, before my family got a digital camera, so I’d have to drive some eight hours to my parent’s house, take them off the wall and scan them.  So I’ll do this for you, because Mazel was an awesome creature who deserved the adulation of the masses, but the next time I’m gonna be home is in May.

In the mean time, here are some pretty similar-looking animals:

Mazel had a slightly darker coat and was fatter (she had a bit of a thyroid problem in her later years)  but she looked very much like these two lovely animals!

I promise, I’ll be back in may with the scanned pics, including her playing on he blanket with me and my sister.

Talking to my sister about snake racks today and here is, essentially, how the convo went:
Her: Why do they share those snake drawer things?? Aren’t those bad?
Me: Depends, if they are the right size and have enrichment and stuff they can actually work really well. If they are tiny like those ones then they aren’t good at all.
Her: Look at the comments on there omg
Me: So much sass lmao!
Her: Well of course there is, all those people are stupid!
Me: Right! Like “Large cages stress them out” pfft if I were in a big ass open field I’d be stressed out too! But put a house or even a few trees in there and I’m good!

Coffee Stains

Type:College AU 
Word Count:549

I would like to say a special thank you to @pterodactylichexameter for being the first one to read my writing and critique it, and also to @tintinnabulary for encouraging me to write. I aprecaite you both so much!!!

This is my first fic ever, so constructive critism is 100% welcome! Let me know if you enjoyed it <3 

Pt.2 Pt.3 

Feyre couldn’t believe how late she was. You’d think after a year at the University that she would’ve gotten the hang of things. Yet here she was her first day of sophomore year fifteen minutes late, and looking like a wreck. Her roommate Nesta who happened to be her sister snatched her phone charger during the night leaving Feyre with a dead phone and no alarm! She was going to kill her.

However, the plotting against her sister could wait until she got through this sure to be awful day. Out of habit Feyre looked at her phone to check the time only to glance at a blank screen. As she turned the corner to her first Education class she slammed right into a brick wall. Only is wasn’t a brick wall.

Feyre had run into the most handsome man she had ever seen.

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Caller Number 9

Summary: Because let’s face it, your girlfriends won’t tell you when the boy of your dreams isn’t interested. So what’s left? Calling the late night radio show host known as Min Suga is a good option right? He’ll tell you how it is and ruin you while fixing your love life. Counterproductive? Definitely.

Chapter 2

Chapter 1: Caller Nine on the Line!

He’s going to call. It’s been a couple days already, so he has to answer. I asked him if he wanted to come out tomorrow and he texted back: “hopefully I can :)”

She made a hard mark with her 2b pencil and cursed loudly.

Then again he is a boy. Boys will always be boys, it doesn’t matter how different you think the next one is. Men should come with these warning labels, instead of putting girls through all this bullshit.

I don’t have time for this.

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Newsies-Outsiders Imagine

Requested: anon

Dallas’ POV

Johnny and I were smoking in the lot. I don’t know. I guess it was because I was high or it was Johnny, but I felt like talking. 

“Johnny, have I ever told you about my sister?” I asked. He shook his head. “Well, I had a sister. She was my world. I loved her so damn much.” I said getting a little angry. “Dal, if you don’t wanna talk about it, you don’t have to.” Johny said. “No. I need to.” I said. He shrugged and handed me another cig.

“Look, I left New York City and I came here to look for work or a place to live or somethin’. Goddammit I should’ve just brought her with me! Anyway, remember how I just kinda left? Yeah, that was to go get my sister. Well, I got to the city. I swear I looked all over. I looked high and low. I came across these kids. Johnny, these kids were no different than you or me. They were brothers, just like you and me and Steve, and Two-Bit, and Soda, and Ponyboy, and Darry. They were just some orphans. Some were just kids. Some were older. There was one particular boy. His name was Racetrack. Yes, Racetrack. He went out with my sister. He delivered the news to me. My sister was shot and killed one day, Johnny. He told me that she was real good to them, that she treated them like family. I liked that kid. I stayed in New York for a while and ran with them. I felt I owed it to them after everything they’d done for me. I needed to leave, though. The city was getting to be too much for me. I still think of them. I don’t know, Johnny. I just felt like I needed to tell you.” I said. 

He gave me a sad smile, “It’s gonna be okay Dally. At least you gotta protect them when you could.” I nodded and gave a half-smile. “And I’m sure they still think about you.” Johnny continued. “I hope so.”

Broken Crown - Part 4

Pairing: Jon Snow x Reader

A/N: Apologies for taking so long. Please forgive me. I’m trying my best. 

Summary: Life without Y/N is hard on Jon and their Kingdom. 

Part One - Part Two - Part Three 


He had never known a Winter so cold until the one without her. By his side is where she was meant to be, and yet, the world was cruel enough to not allow that. They had just gotten back to the life they wanted for each other. He had hope that they would try for another family soon. Now, there was the possibility that he’d end up alone again. 

Jon Snow, the bastard turned King, now wears a broken crown as his wife fights to stay alive. 

From the moment, the sun rose to the time it set, Jon’s friends and family could find him sat next to her bed, fingers curled around hers while his head stayed bowed in silence. His stream of thoughts was an endless sea of sorrow as he considered what would happen to him without her. 

At this point, he could care less about the kingdom as long as Y/N came out of this alive. He’d go off and live in a cave with her for the rest of his life if it meant he could have her. 

With Sansa nursing her newborn and Ser Davos focused on making sure their kingdom was secured from any dragons, they had delegated the job of being Jon’s shoulder of support to Tormund; and the job had proven to be more difficult than fighting an entire army of wights.

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okay listen here kids i was watching Brave today with my sister and you know what? we talk so much about Merida and how independent she was and she don’t need no man and i love having those discussions okay? Merida is everything to me.

BUT F A M let’s talk about Queen fucking Elinor for a god damn moment okay? okay good.

  • we all know that Elinor can hold her own against FOUR bickering and rambunctious lords of Scotland like she literally silences them with a look and drags them all back into order
    • like she literally just had to walk at a leisurely pace and the god damn sea of chaos in the Great Hall parted like the god damn Red Sea
  • Elinor is sharp with words and sharp of mind and no one would dare cross her
  • even when Elinor was the one in danger after being turned into a bear she still did her best to protect her kids and keep them in line
    • exhibit A: she fucking took down MOR’DU by smashing his ass into a ROCK PILLAR until it FELL ON TOP OF HIM
  • now
  • please imagine a couple years later there are new lords presenting themselves before King Fergus and Queen Elinor trying to merge with the kingdom and all that for protection
    • the death of the dreaded Mor’du has become a bit of a legend but no one really knows EXACTLY what happened that night expect those who were there
    • and since they’re all fond of hyperbole things get a little muddled
    • anyways this nice lord shows up with his wife and their daughter who is a couple years younger than Merida and the lord is groveling and kissing up because his village is small and could really use protection
    • “great King Fergus, we have heard tale of your defeat of Mor’du and we would like your protection and accept your rule” bla blah groveling continues
    • and Fergus sheepishly rubs his neck and mutters something prompting Merida to speak up
    • “actually it was my mum who killed Mor’du”
    • the family just looks at Elinor who’s blushing but poised
    • and their daughter is staring at Elinor with these big, shining eyes and you know Merida takes that girl under her wing okay
  • THE POINT IS that I am totally in favor of Queen Elinor the Bear Slayer becoming this famous legend that no one believes but when they go before her and chortle at the thought, they don’t cower under Fergus’ annoyed look, but they fucking tremble under Queen Elinor’s steely gaze
    • and you can bet your damn money on the fact that if Elinor isn’t there when someone laughs at the idea of the dainty queen taking down fucking Mor’du, that Merida is at her father’s shoulder with such a threatening grin, her hand on her bow, daring them to question the strength of her mother
Had one of those defining Au Pair moments today
  • 4 year old boy: *comes up to give me a goodnight kiss*
  • Me: *feels stickiness of kiss* Are you wearing lip gloss?
  • 4 year old boy: yes
  • Me: well you'd better take it off.
  • 4 Year old boy: That's what my big sister said. She said it's not for boys and it makes me look stupid.
  • Me: No. You can wear as much make up as you like. All boys can wear make up if they want. You just have to take it off now because it's bed time, and you should always take your make up off before bed. I'm here to teach you good habits.
  • 4 year old boy: I think it's so sticky, it will be difficult to take off.
  • Me: Come back to me and say that when you discover good waterproof mascara..

A Nightmare All Too Real


Pairing: Theo x Reader

Summary: Could you do a Theo imagine about that scene in 6x07 where his sister keeps pulling out his heart and the last time he wakes up she pulls y/n’s heart out? sorry for my bad English, English is not my first language.

Side Note: Sorry that this is short x

Theo’s POV

I was in Beacon Hills Hospital coming out of the morgue trying to find a way out. I could hear her calling my name, running faster I turned to see her crawling towards me. Grabbing my legs from under me, I pleaded that she didn’t have to do this but it was no use. Reaching into my chest she pulled out my heart….

Back again, only this time I tried to go for the doors, pushing as hard as I could they were locked. Turned around and without warning she ripped out my heart again. The same thing kept on happening, running from my dead sister, only to get my heart torn from my chest. I lost count how many times I repeated the same old thing, in fact living through that when I was down in hell was bad enough. Now it had literally crept in my dreams too.

Walking down the hospital hallway, I saw my sister standing there. “You don’t have to stop”, I mumbled to her with tears in my eyes. Something about this was different and when she moved to the side Y/N was laying down on the ground. “No!”, I yelled as I watched the girl I love get her heart ripped out of her body.

Shooting up in a cold sweat, I frantically looked beside me and there Y/N was completely safe. “Theo?”, she mumbled tossing back around, rubbing her eyes to help them adjust. “Are you okay, baby you’re shaking”. She sounded worried and turned on the lamp, I hadn’t even noticed that my hands were in fact shaking. Y/N placed her hand onto mine and I held on for dear life. “I just had a nightmare”, I told her kissing the top of her forehead.

She looked at me with so much love, something that I hadn’t experienced in a while. God I missed her eyes, I missed her. Y/N was the only person in this entire world that knew how to keep me sane. “Was it the same one, about your sister?”. The moment I heard her say it, my body froze. I kept envisioning Y/N’s lifeless body on the cold hospital floor….it made me feel sick. “Yeah, expect-”. I hesitated. “Expect what?, Theo your starting to scare me. What else happened in your dream?”. I could sense that her emotions were all over the place, that’s something we had in common right now.

Laying down against the pillow, she snuggled closer to me. I just needed to hold her, I needed to feel content and safe. “Theo?”, I heard her whisper. “You don’t want to know baby, let’s just try and get some sleep”. I went to reach for the lamp, but Y/N pulled back my arm. “No, were not going to keep things from each other again. I lost you once, I’m not going to go through that again. Whatever happened, you can tell me”. She lifted my chin so our eyes met, I breathed heavily and pulled her onto my lap. “It was the same dream where my sister kept on ripping out my heart, expect the last time I got out of the morgue she ripped out yours instead”.

Her body tensed and I saw the fear in her eyes. Pushing back a strand of her hair with my left hand as I rested my right on her waist. “Hey babygirl, look at me”, she slowly focused her gaze on me. “It was just a dream and I won’t ever let anyone hurt you. Do you hear me? I love you”. I knew her too well so when she gave me a smile, I could see that it wasn’t completely genuine. Y/N was still scared and probably imagining what my dream looked like. “I love you too. I’m so glad your back”. She kissed me with so much passion that I forgot what that felt like, until now. “No-one is going to take you away from me again. Not your sister, or Liam or even Scott. I’m not going to let you go back to that hell Theo, I don’t care what I have to do, your staying right here….Please don’t leave me again”. Her voice cracked and I pulled her back for another long, lasting kiss.

“I’m not going anywhere. Babygirl I will never leave you again”. She smiled through the tears, climbed off my lap and cuddled closer to my side, our bodies wanting to be as close to each other as possible. I stroked her back and sensed her heartbeat was steadying and saw Y/N’s eyes gently close.

Before I turned off the light, I just stared down at Y/N who changed my life. And now that I was back, I was going to do everything in my power to protect the girl I love.

One Last Time (OMAHA)

|based on the request: Hi can you do an imagine where y/n and the guys are like best friends and they have a weekly sleepover on a Friday night after school with blanket forts and movies. And the guys are all like super cute and complimentary and even flirty with her and she takes turns snuggling up to each of them and then they tell her how much she means to them and they say how much it would kill them if she ever left them. 😩😍 thanks❤️❤️

|•1.7k words, requests are open, masterlist can be found in the description and this is sloppy lol for not editing•|

Everyone always dreams of their last day of school, about how they will never have to pick up another textbook again and how they’ll spend their summer partying with their best friends. Me, on the other hand, I am dreading it. Simply because it’s only half way through my senior year of high school and I’m leaving my school. Yeah, it sucks.

I have to leave all of my best friends behind, start an entirely new curriculum and make new friends. It wouldn’t be so bad if I was just moving cross country because I would just have to catch up on what they were learning at that school, but instead, I’m moving back to England.

I moved to Nebraska when I was 5 because my dad had just been given a new placement with a 12 year contract with his law firm. That makes me 17 now. I was put into an American school as soon as we moved here and I’ve been with all of my classmates ever since. I’ve made so many friends! I somehow became classified as ‘popular’ with my sports star friends, Jack, Sam, Nate and Jack. We’ve been friends since we were 6, but Nate is my next door neighbour, too.

The boys and I have a weekly sleep in, as they would call it, but we have a slumber party every Friday night at my house because I have a free house each and every Friday. We’ve thrown a few parties but they weren’t very good. We all got bored and just went upstairs to my room and fell asleep.

“Y/N, you’re cooking tonight, right?” Nate asks, looking over his shoulder at me. The four boys were sprawled out on my couch watching some lame movie on Netflix.

“Oh yes, with all the cutlery and food I have, I’m going to make a 5 star, 7 course meal!” I grin sarcastically. Nates face falls slightly.“

"Right, I forgot that everything was gone.” He sighs and pinches his lips into a sad smile. “We can order a mass load of take out, whatever you want.”

“And you don’t have to pay for it this time,” Sam laughs and sits up on the couch. “What do you fancy?”

I tilt my head and mentally survey my options, “I kinda want pizza but I kinda want Chinese.”

“You don’t like Chinese food…” Johnson turns around in his seat, furrowed eyebrows and confused eyes. “Why the hell do you want Chinese?”

“I think it’s just the memory of sitting here watching you guys stuff your faces with it whilst I slaved over the oven making myself pasta or chicken, only to have you guys eat all of that, too.”

They all start laughing and reminiscing at the many times that has happened, each of them probably remembering an entirely different night to each other. I can’t believe I have to leave these doofs all by themselves.

Gilinsky finally sits up so I can see all four of their gorgeous faces. “We have had some good times, haven’t we?”

“We’ve made so many amazing memories together in this house, it’s sad knowing someone else is going to be making their own memories in here.” Nate sighs and runs a hand through his newly flat hair.

I can’t help but roll my eyes at how emotional these boys are getting. Isn’t it stereotypical for the girl to be overly emotional at times like these? Because I’m far from crying at this point in time. “Don’t go all sappy on me now boys, if you start crying, I’m going to start laughing.”

“Same old Y/N.” Sam mutters. He picks his hat off of his head and turns it, so the cap was facing his back.

Johnson raises his hand and places it over his heart. “So heartfelt.”

“You know me, I’m never going to change.”

Sam rests his chin against the couch backboard, looking between the other boys and myself. “How the hell are we going to cope in sad situations without Y/N there to whoop our asses back into a smile?”

“You won’t,” I say, I’m being serious. These boys are highly emotional, what is going to happen when they’re in public and feel like crying? I won’t be there to grab their hand and hug them and comfort them. “You’ll just have to be like, "what would Y/N do in a situation like this?”, and you wouldn’t be able to call me at any time of the day because of the time difference.“

It’s like the boys only just realised what I had just said, that they won’t be able to call me at any given time of the day (or night) because I’m hours in front of them. All four of their faces had dropped and they seemed even sadder than they were before, and honestly, that makes me feel sad.

Nate purses his lips to the side and looks straight at me with raised eyebrows. "Which one of us should wife her up so she can stay?”

“Why don’t I just 'wife’ all four of you up and you can be brother husbands because there’s going to be an argument if one of you tries to marry me.”

“And you’re so sure of that?”

“Obviously because I’m fucking amazing.” I say as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world, jutting my head forehead and pushing my lips into a cocky smile, I flip my hair over my shoulder and roll my eyes up to the ceiling.

“You got us there.” Sam.

“That’s true.” Gilinsky.

“I couldn’t put it any better.” Nate.

“You’re too good for any of us anyway.” Johnson.

My sarcastic looks instantly fades into a look of utter sadness, my pouty purse turning into a large frown. “Boo, don’t say that.”

Gilinsky takes a quick glance down at his hands before sighing and looking back up at me. “It’s true, baby girl, we’ve talked about it before.”

“Yeah, our best friend is so perfect to us that we’ve set our expectations for girlfriends so high that we literally can’t get girlfriends.” Sam quietly laughs, knocking his hand on the covered wood and not bothering to look anywhere but the floor.

Nate takes a deep breath before he talks, his lips quivering a little bit. “None of us have a crush on you, not that we’ve admitted anyway because I’m pretty sure we all see you as our little sister. If you asked us to describe our dream girl, she would be so much like you, Y/N.”

Johnson doesn’t add anything else on to what Nate had said, “Guys, you’re boosting my ego over here.” I didn’t know any of this, nothing at all. I didn’t know that they judge any girl that talks to them compared to how I am.

“Have you seen the size of Sammy’s ego?” Nate laughs, making Sam roll his eyes and flip him the bird. “But yeah, you’re our best friend, we can’t have a love interest if they aren’t anything like you.”

I shake my head at their overly flattering comments. They rely shouldn’t be doing that. “Don’t do that, guys, seriously, you need some flavour in your life, you need a new girl that is nothing like me, whatsoever, to brighten up your life! You don’t need another Y/N wannabe making your lives miserable.”

“You could never make us miserable,” Johnson snaps, shaking his head in disbelief.

Gilinsky licks his dry lips before lifting his head and looking me dead in the eyes. “You’re perfect to us, babe, of course we want our future wives to be like you.”

“How the hell am I going to cope without you guys?”

Mentally, my willpower is cracking and I know that I’m not going to be able to uphold the physical strength I’m holding up for much longer. These guys are just too much for me.

They’ve become a part of my every day routine. I can’t go a single day without seeing them, they, together as a unit, are my rock. They’ve been there for me through thick and thin and they’ve always rushed over to my house whenever I’ve needed them to. Yes, I do have girl friends, but none of them have ever had a huge impact on my life like these four boys. We just clicked and we can’t let each other go.

It’s going to be so fucking hard leaving.

“You can’t leave us, Y/N. We need you here.” Johnson’s voice cracks and that’s it for me.

One, single tear rolls it’s way down my face and I’m up on my feet. The boys instantly jump up and rapidly advance towards me, wrapping their arms around my body and forming a giant hug. My face is crammed into Sammy’s chest, I could just tell by the cologne he’s wearing that it’s him, because I brought it for him.

I can feel all four of their strong bodies crowding me and trying to pull me closer to themselves, this only made my mental will weaker. A few more tears managed to escape the barriers of my eyes and drip down my face onto Sammy’s shirt.

“What if I don’t make any friends?”

“Don’t be silly, baby girl! Of course you will!” Gilinsky chuckles quietly from behind me.

“You’re too beautiful to not make friends.” Someone’s hand runs through my hair slowly, my assumption is that it’s Nate because he knows that is an effective way to calm me down.

Sammy’s hand slips under my chin and swiftly wipes away the tears dripping down my cheeks. “There are so many kids at that school that are just dying to become your friend, don’t doubt yourself like that.”

After some comforting coos and heavy hugs, I finally manage to compose myself and break free from the muscly arms. I smile a big, yet undeniably weak, smile at my boys and clap my hands together. I notice all of them have red, glossy eyes, and Johnson even has a glistening line glazing down his cheek. I knew this was going to be tough, but I didn’t think I would be crying this early on in the leaving process. These guys just mean way too much to me to just ditch them.

“Can we just get into our pyjamas and build a fort in front of the TV and cuddle and cry over sad movies whilst stuffing our faces again?”

“Anything for our girl.”

Hii, so this is a little idea that I had for a while now. There’s plenty more to come ,at least I hope so. Let me know what you think about it and if you want me to keep going with this? Thanks xxx

Chapter one

“Can you come here for a moment?”
Harry rushed into the kitchen of the apartment he quite grew to like over the last eight weeks. His band was finally taking a break after five years of nonstop working and traveling from one continent to the other. If he was honest he still didn’t feel like they were on a break. He still felt the constant jetlag and tired eyes but he enjoyed his time off. He was staying with his sister Gemma in London right now. Gemma all but begged him to stay in her apartment for a while because she missed him so much over the past few years. Harry agreed immediately, he was planning on staying with his family anyway.
“What’s up, Gem?” he asked his sister who looked like she would have a meltdown in a few seconds.
“My co-worker is coming over in half a hour. She’s really amazing and I’m so excited that I can work with her because she’s so talented. I really want her to like me and feel comfortable here because she will probably spend quite some time here during the next few weeks. I’d really appreciate it if you wouldn’t walk around half naked or do something stupid, yeah?”
Harry chuckled at her nervous rambling and leaned against the doorway of the kitchen. He met her last co-worker on a party a friend was hosting. If he was quite honest he doesn’t like people from the journalism industry all that much. It wasn’t even because of all the things those journalists and press people wrote about him or what rumours they spreat about him. It was the way they acted. Every journalist he met yet who wasn’t interviewing him and his bandmates was a bit strange. They were arrogant and cocky and he thought that some of them thought they were better than other people with different jobs. He really did bot like journalists.
His sister of course was different. He loved the way she wrote and how passionate she was about her job. And she wasn’t arrogant and cocky.
“Don’t worry. I’ll say hello to your new, ‘amazing’ co-worker and then I’ll leave you alone. You know I don’t like those people anyway.”
Gemma shook her head at him and walked over to the fridge to get herself a water bottle. She opened the bottle and took a sip from the cold liquid.
“She’s not like them.” she said when she turned around again to look at her brother.
“She started in this industry about three years ago. We have this big project going on. We’ll be working on stories together.”
“Sounds nice. I really she isn’t like the others I met.” Harry rolled his eyes at the thought.
“No, she’s really sweet.” Gemma smiled.
“Oh, did you say sweet?” Harry asked as if he didn’t hear her correctly.
“Yes, she is sweet. But don’t you dare make a move on her.” she threaded and pointed a accussing finger at Harry.
“Don’t worry, I won’t do anything embarrassing. Unless-”
“Harry, no! She won’t be interested in you anyway.”
“Oi! What’s that supposed to mean?!”
“Nothing. Just go and do some work or something.” she rolled her eyes with a cheeky smile on her lips.
Harry shook his head at her and turned around to leave before he remembered something.
“I’m going to go out with Niall tonight. I won’t be long though because he is going to fly to LA tomorrow.”
“Alright. Please, don’t get drunk. Don’t want you to be sick.”
“I won’t.” Harry said and rolled his eyes at her.
He went upstairs into Gemma’s bathroom where he took a shower and shaved the little stubble that grew over the last two day he didn’t shave. He was quite looking forward to this little night out even though he didn’t enjoy those type of things as much as others did his age. Tonight he’s going to be alone with Niall which was good because that meant nobody would end up drunk. They both weren’t that into alcohol, a beer or two were okay but they both knew their limits.
He got out of the bathroom with a white towel around his hips and made his way to the guestroom. The room wasn’t big but more than enough for him to stay for a few weeks. He went over to the little drawer on the opposite side of the room where the bed stood. He decided he would wear a black see-through button down with black ripped skinny jeans and some boots.
When he was dressed and was finished with drying his hair and spritzing on some cologne it was almost seven o'clock. In ten minutes he had to leave in order to be on time.
He made his way downstairs when he heard something that made him stop dead in his tracks.
A giggle.
A very cute and pretty giggle.
And it was definetaly not his sister giggling.

He walked down the last few stairs and over to the living room. He stopped right in front of it though, he didn’t want to be seen yet.
“So I thought that maybe we could separate our stories, you know? I don’t think it’s a good idea when we write everything together because that will probably get a bit too much. What do you think?”
That was his sister talking. There was a little pause before he heard the other girl speaking.
“I think that’s a very good idea. What I’ve seen from your previous writings is that you quite enjoy to write about nature and food and stuff like that, right? I love to write about girly stuff like makeup, fashion. But also about love and sex.”
Hell, Harry thought. He needed to know what that girl looked like. Her giggle was pretty, her voice was pretty. And somehow the fact that she enjoyed to write about sex awoke something in him.
No, it wasn’t because he was a horny teenager who started to blush and giggle whenever someone said the word ‘sex’ but the way she said it was somehow… sexy? And the fact that she wrote about it was kind of hot.
Harry rounded the corner and when he saw her it seemed like everything around him stopped.
God, she was pretty.
She smiled at him when she saw him and he didn’t think he ever saw such a breathtaking sight before. Her plump lips were stretched in the most beautiful way and her teeth were the brightest shade of white teeth could ever be. Her eyes were literally shining and looking so beautiful and perfect he almost cried. Her hair was just the right length and suited her beautiful face perfectly. She was dressed in a white shirt and blue ripped jeans and she looked so cute how she sat there he almost wanted to pinch her rosy cheeks.
“Hi! You must be Harry. I’m Y/N, Gemma’s new co-worker.” Y/N stood up from the couch and reached her right hand out with a bright smile.
“Nice to meet you, Y/N.” Harry mumbled and smiled softly at her.
He shook her soft hand and he was sure that he felt tiny electric shocks on his skin when he touched her.
She really was amazing, Gemma didn’t lie.
And incredibly sweet.
She was one of those people Harry’s mum Anne always called sunshine. Anne always said that Harry was a little sunshine because when he walked into a room the whole atmosphere changed and when he smiled he world looked like a better place.
Y/N was a sunshine too. Her smile left him breathless and he almost didn’t find any words to reply to her.
“Nice to meet you too, Harry. I hope I don’t disturb your evening or something.” she said and her eyes widened and her smile fell a bit.
“No, no.” Harry was quick to answer.
He wanted her to smile again.
“I had plans anyway, don’t worry. I think Gemma is quite happy when she gets rid of me.” he grinned over at Gemma.
“True.” Gemma laughed.
Y/N smiled again and Harry felt his heartbeat racing when she looked into his eyes again. He never felt like that before when he looked at a girl. Of course, he met pretty girls before but never did he meet someone like Y/N. Something about her felt different from the very first glimpse he caught of her. He wouldn’t call it love on first sight, though. He didn’t believe in that. But maybe it was a massive crush.
“Well, I’m going to leave now. I’m already a bit late.” Harry chuckled and waved at the two girls.
“Bye.” Y/N smiled at him.
Harry left the livingroom and when he was sure that they couldn’t see him he leaned against a wall and took a deep breath. That was… intense. He wondered if Y/N felt the same way but…
Let’s just say that Harry is a hopeless romantic. He loved the idea of finding the significant other and loving them forever.
She won’t be interested in you anyway
The words his sister said earlier were replaying in his head. It was true. He was almost certain that she had a boyfriend because well, look at her. Someone who does not see her beauty must be blind. And even if she was single he wouldn’t have a chance. She was perfect and he was… Harry.
And she worked together with his sister.
She was taboo.

He left the apartment after he put his boots and a jacket on.

When Y/N heard the front door of the apartment fall shut she turned to Gemma.
“So I’m not some weird fangirl or something but I have to admit that I was quite nervous about meeting you’re brother.
"Oh, there’s no reason to be nervous around him. Sometimes he’s a pain in the arse but most of the time he’s a absolute sweetheart.” Gemma smiled at her.
“So you actually enjoy having him here?” Y/N asked curiously.
“Yeah, I do. I didn’t quite get to see him that often during the last few weeks is it’s nice to finally spend some time with him again.”
“That’s nice.” Y/N hummed.
“So where were we?”
“Yeah, right. So…”

Harry got home around midnight, absolutely sober. His thoughts were still consumed by the girl he met a few hours ago. He knew that he was probably overthinking everything and he only felt that way because he hadn’t met a girl in a very long time and he was pretty lonely. But he also knew that something happened when she touched his hand. It was somehow magical.
He was still sitting in his black Range Rover even though he was already in the driveway of his sisters apartment. Y/N’s car was still parked as well. His heart raced at the thought of seeing her again and a smile spread on his cheeks.
He got out of his car and made his way to the front door. He unlocked the door with his key and closed the door quietly behind him. He took off his boots and coat before he walked to the kitchen. When he walked inside he saw her placing down two wine glasses.
“Hey.” Harry spoke quietly so he wouldn’t scare her.
“Oh, hi.” Y/N turned around with a soft smile playing on her lips.
“I’m sorry that I’m still here but we wrote a lot and now Gemma fell asleep. She had a bit of wine so…”
“Always falls asleep after she had some wine.” Harry chuckled and leaned against the doorway.
“She’s on the couch. Did not want to wake her.”
Harry nodded and smiled at the way she took care of his sister. She was sweet. Inside and out.
“Alright so I’ll leave now.” Y/N said.
Harry’s smile fell and a frown took over his features. He knew he couldn’t ask her to stay a bit more because well he didn’t know her and she probably did not want to spend any time with him. And it was late.
“You came here by car, right?” he asked and she gave him a nod as answer.
“Oh, you’re not annoying at all. It’s sweet that you worry about me but I only had a little sip and I’m a big girl.” she gave him a little wink and a cheeky smile.
Harry chuckled and nodded.
“I know you are. Just don’t want anything happening to you.”
Y/N’s smile fell a bit at his words and he almost thought he said something wrong but she caught herself pretty quickly again.
“Don’t worry. I’ll give Gemma a text when I’m at home, alright?”
“Okay.” Harry nodded.
Y/N wanted to make her way over to the living room but right when she reached the doorway of the kitchen she stumbled over her own feet and almost fell on the floor but Harry caught her. One arm was around her waist and the other hand was holding onto her arm.
“Careful, love.”
Y/N looked up at Harry with wide eyes and a blush on her cheeks. Harry really did not have a dirty mind but the way her eyes were so big right now and her cheeks had that flush made him wonder what she would look like on her knees for him, about to take his-
“I’m so sorry. I’m really the clumsiest person ever.”
She moved away from his hold and looked at the ground a big embarrassed.
“Don’t worry. I’m clumsy too. I stumble over everything. And most of the time I can’t control my limbs.”
Y/N looked up at him again and a quiet giggle left her lips.
Yes, her giggle was really cute.
“I should really leave now.” she said after a while of just looking at him.
Harry nodded and moved aside so she could get her stuff from the living room. She returned a few seconds later, smiling softly.
“Thank you for saving me from hitting the floor.” she blushed.
“Anytime, clumsy.” Harry grinned cheekily at her and poked her nose with his finger.
Another giggle left her lips and now Harry was sure that he never heard something more beautiful.
“Good night.” she whispered and got up on the tips of her toes to press a soft kiss against Harry’s cheek.
Harry felt his cheeks heating up immediately. He didn’t think she would do that.
“Good night.” he whispered back.
She sent him another smile and left the apartment. He didn’t know how he could stay so calm while talking to her because on the inside he was freaking out. Harry still felt the ghost of her lips on his cheeks and he still smelled the whiff of vanilla that hit his nose when she leaned up for the little kiss. He was sure he could die happy now.

The next morning he woke up with a smile on his face. Y/N got home safely, he saw Gemma’s phone lighting up with her message half a hour after she left.
He made his way downstairs into the kitchen were Gemma was already sitting at the table with a croissant on her plate and a cup of tea in her hand.
“Good morning.” Harry smiled at her and went over to the counter were Gemma already prepared a cup of tea for himself.
“Good morning.” she replied irritated.
“What got you all smiley this morning, hm?”
Harry had to admit that he was quite grumpy in the morning. There was never a reason to his bad mood though and after twenty minutes he’d be a little sunshine again.
“Oh, come on now.” Gemma eyed him suspiciously.
“I know that smile. It has something to do with a girl am I right?”
Harry stopped dead in his tracks and turned around to look at his sister. The problem was that he always told her everything and vice versa, but he couldn’t tell her that.
T/N was taboo.
“No. There’s no girl. I’m just in a good mood.” he sent her another soft smile and sat down across from her at the table.
“Alright. Anyway, Y/N is so amazing. We already wrote on our first piece last evening and it’s so great. I love her ideas and she’s so inspiring. It’s going to be so good, we really are going to write about everything. I’ll write about lifestyle, nature and cooking and stuff and she’ll do girly stuff and some juicy stuff like love and sex. I can’t wait to finally start writing on it.”
Gemma sounded so exited Harry couldn’t help but smile at her. He was proud of her and everything she achieved lately. And the fact that she now worked with someone like Y/N who she admired was amazing.
“Sounds great. I’m excited to read some of it.”
“Oh, yes. We’ll upload the first one in like two days. And the beginning we wrote is already so good. Y/N will finish it up at home and then it will be up.” she grinned.
“Nice.” Harry nodded and took a sip from his tea.
Oh how he wished he could make a move on Y/N. But he didn’t want to ruin that experience for Gemma. If he asked Y/N out on a date or they actually really started dating it would be quite awkward if they would end. So that was probably not that great of an idea.
“Y/N told me she was pretty nervous about meeting you because of who you were. She was cute about it.”
“She knows me?”
“Of course she does! Who in our age doesn’t know who that weirdo from that strange band is? And when she found out that she was working with the sister of Harry Styles she probably had a little fangirl moment.
Harry chuckled at the thought of that sweet girl fangirling over him.
"Anyway, what do you think about her?”
Gemma’s question made him suck in a breath and he closed his eyes briefly. Goodness how he hated to answer that question. What should he say? That he was in love with her from the second he caught a glimpse of her perfect face? That he didn’t stop thinking about her since she kissed his cheek?
No that probably wouldn’t be that smart.
He hated lying to his sister.
But well, here goes nothing.
“Umm, well…”