so this has been in my head a while

my most embarrassing work story is one time I had to give a sub q fluid shot to a tortoise that had pnemonia, and I needed a manager to monitor me doing it, and also hold the tortoise for me while I administered the shot

so I called my manager, and in my head I was thinking of asking both “could you hold this tortoise for me?” and “could you come in here and help me?”

so what I ended up saying was, “hey, I was wondering if you could come in here and hold me?”

Called Out (Part 8)

Summary: Bucky has been crushing on you for a while now, but he refuses to say anything. That is, until he butt-dials you and leaves a voicemail that records a very compromising conversation.

Word Count: 611

Warnings: None.

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A/N: Surprise! I have the night off and I’ve taken a nap, so writing was on my mind. Hope you all like.


Originally posted by stuckwithbuck


Clint whistled as Sam and Tony shook their heads. Meanwhile, Steve had a victorious smile on his face. All their gazes were intensely focus on the giant screen in front of them, where drama was just about to unfold as the elevator doors opened and Diego and Laurie tore apart in surprise.

“The both of them will kick your ass. I promise you that, Rogers,” said Tony.

“But at least they’re seeing what I’ve been wanting to tell them this whole time!” protested Steve.

“You just had to take it one step further, man,” said Sam. “And meddle. You always meddle.”

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On The Plane

Erik had been waiting for this moment, rehearsing for weeks, months, years. It was all scripted perfectly in his mind.

This was not how it was meant to go.

This was what he’d howled into empty cells. This was the rhythm he’d beat against the wall, one bloody fist at a time. This was never meant to be heard by anything but the bed in the corner and the dust motes in the air.

And yet, he’d been wanting this moment before the cell, before Cuba. To best Charles Xavier, to knock him off his high and mighty steed.

So he pushes, pushes too hard. And Charles always pushes back, always parries every thrust.

Or that’s what he used to do.

This Charles is broken. This Charles can no longer hear what Erik is saying, really saying, not anymore. This Charles turns away, and backs down from the fight.

And only when he has Charles finally beat, finally strangled into submission, does Erik realize this is not what he wants, not at all.

But Erik is broken. Erik has no practice in being the solid one, the wall to rest upon, not for anyone. He doesn’t know where to begin.

So Erik lets Charles turn away, and does the same.

So about last night…

What occurred after a blunt, one glass of Mascato Champagne and 4 months of no sex is worth talking about…

30 mins of the infamous #pawg2323 sloppy toppy, over an hour of my pussy getting beat up (me cumming 6 different times) then… Wait…I’m not done…Was full blown ANAL sex (like in pornos) in my TIGHT VIRGIN ASS. Omg!!!
So while this mf'er was RAMMING it into my asshole from behind and his balls were slappin against my phat pussy, he reached around, starting massaging my clit and shit was OVER!! I’ve never NUT so hard in my life. It felt SOOOOO GOOD. Like this is what I’ve been missing all this time???!! And to top it all off, he cream-pied in my bootyhole. GLORIOUS!!

Anal has never really been my thing, it’s been attempted once or twice with barely the head going in…But this my friends means I have surpassed another milestone (jus like when I learned how to squirt).

GOD BLESS AMERICA and my now non-virgin asshole 😂😉😘

this has been in my head for a while now


also school starts up again tomorrow so i’ll be going on a semi hiatus

Weak- Cassian Andor

Originally posted by fuckyeahrebelcaptain

Pairing: Cassian Andor/OC

Prompt: #47: “How am I supposed to do anything when you’re looking at me like that”

Warnings: None, just kissing and angst. My usual MO. 

A/N: Okay so I know this has primarily been a Percivan Graves content blog for a while now, but I couldn’t resist. And I had a lot of encouragement so thank you xD I hope this turned out alright…he’s a difficult character to capture but I really, really loved writing this! Let me know what you think!


I heard footsteps coming up the ramp and turned to look over my shoulder. I smiled as Cassian poked his head around the corner. I should’ve expected him to turn up at some point. He seemed to know me better than I knew myself. I’d gone to the ship in an attempt to be alone, to gather my thoughts before tomorrow. Sleep was evading me, the way it always did before a big battle. Only this time it was different. I had a feeling about this particular battle, though it was a feeling I didn’t want to dwell on for too long. Cassian was about the only person I wanted to see right now anyways.

“Shouldn’t you be resting, Captain?” I asked, going back to cleaning my gun.

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Everyone’s always talking about English professor Kenobi. Considering his love of research and tendency to take notes in the field during the show, I propose: 

overenthusiastic field biologist/zoologist/archaeologist Dr. Obi-Wan Kenobi, who teaches when he’s not off doing research, and has become somewhat of a myth at the university because he’s always out in the field. (And when he’s on campus for a semester, everyone tries to get his classes because not only is he a great teacher, he’s just so damn fun)

You Complete Me - jughead jones

Requested by @ateliefloresdaprimavera Prompt: y/n and jughead are total opposites yet they balance each other out. Jughead’s POV: “WEDNESDAY ADDAMS,” the familiar and arrogant voice of Reggie shouts across the hall. God, what now. Reggie caught up and shoved me into a wall of lockers, it’s basically a daily routine now. He laughs and I roll my eyes wishing he can just go mess with some other poor guy. “Now, I’ve had this question that has been waving in my mind for a while. And basically everyone in school have been wondering too…” Reggie raises his brow. I shoved his arm away from the side of my head and rolled my eyes, “well what the hell is so important you need to ask?” Reggie turns his head away from me looking at the end of the hallway. Right there was Betty, Veronica, and Y/N. God, Y/N is so beautiful. “Now how does Donnie Darko end up with such a pretty little number? Did you do some creepy hypnotizing shit to keep her with you?” He laughed. Y/N and I are total opposites. She is the most sweetest and charismatic girl anyone has ever laid their eyes upon. The bright colors of her everyday outfits, her smile, and her personality light up everything around her. I don’t know how I got so lucky either. As for me, I’m just. “Donnie Darko” “Wednesday Addams” “that creepy kid who only looks at a laptop.” I scoff at Reggie’s comment and walk away from him, catching up with Y/N and the girls. I hug her from behind and kiss her cheek. “Hey sunshine,” I smile. Y/N giggles, “now, what did Reggie say to you today? I’ll go fight him for you” “Well, he accused me of hypnotizing you to be my girlfriend.” I frown, fidgeting with my beanie. Y/N’s smile drops, “Hey, you hypnotized me with your good looks, wit, and fanfictions. Now, I’m gonna go fight Reggie.” She struts away, catching up to Reggie. “Wait, THEYRE NOT FANFICTIONS!”

Originally posted by matthew-daddario

Theory: the frustration that Vax’ildan evokes in certain strata of the fandom stems (in part) from a previously-unforeseen chink in the “RPG as narrative” medium through which the story is told.

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Hey friends! Quick update.

First of all, I want to say thank you as always for the support you guys show me. I haven’t responded to every message yet, but I read them when I can, and I appreciate all the love you’re showing Maggie and the boys. I’ve said it before but they’ve been in my head for so long, it’s really fun for me to see them all embraced and picked apart and headcanon’d by you all. :)

I know this next update is taking a while. It feels like a cop-out to say, but life has been busy. I accepted a promotion at my job, my work load’s increased slightly, and I’m trying to get myself back on a normal sleeping schedule (so like not drawing til 3am). I want to give you guys the best comic I can, the comic as I picture it and how I know it can be, so that may delay my updates more than I wanted. Let’s say this: I will be as transparent with you as I can be about my pub dates as I’m able to complete them. Long story, I tried burning the candle all the way down and wound up walking around in a fever haze.

Lastly, I know that some of you had been interested in learning a little more about the individual Knights, and about the (fictional) USHL Atlantic Conference – I hear you! I’m doing my best to time-manage, but I love the idea of you getting to know the kids better, especially. I’ll see what I can whip up.

Thanks for sticking with me, I will do my best to make the comic worth it!

–Molly

Fantasy AU in which Grantaire is the Crown Prince of his kingdom and fears the day he must ascend to the throne. His family came into power after an uprising which overthrew the previous king, judged cruel, unfair and unfit to rule. But the idea of power and kingly responsibility scares Grantaire to his core.

Every year on the anniversary of the uprising, a royal procession is organised. Except this time, amongst the cheers, Grantaire can hear shouts, seemingly coming from everywhere:

“Usurper!” “Murder!” “Throne stealer!”

His carriage is attacked by rebels and pandemonium breaks out. All Grantaire can make out between the clash of the swords is the handsome face of his assailant, his features made sharp with cold anger. His sword is knocked to the ground, and Grantaire waits for the final blow. But it never comes. His attacker spares his life, giving him one last icy glance.

Now that the seed of doubt has been planted in Grantaire’s mind, he starts doing his research, only to discover that history has been rewritten, document falsified, reports burnt. His father did not save the kingdom. He seized it by force. And killed every member of the previous royal family, all but one who managed to escape. A young boy.

Prince Enjolras.

Ex girlfriend troubles

Hi everyone! 
This one shot scenario has been in my head for quite a while, however @stacey–lowe gave me the idea to make it a plus size one. That isn’t the main topic of the one shot though, as I normally try to write as few descriptions of how the female lead looks as possible, so anyone can relate to it. But I definitely tried my best. :) 
Thank you so much for every like, reblog and follow! 

Summary: Harry and Y/N’s Skype call is interrupted by no one other than his ex, Kendall Jenner.

Pic sadly isn’t mine.

The tips of my fingers danced on the keys of my laptop, my hands somehow unable to keep still. My eyes kept landing on the small clock in the right corner of my computer screen, which indicated that Harry was already ten minutes late for our Skype date. Sure, ten minutes wasn’t much, but for Harry it did seem quite unusual, as he normally rather called early than late.
My teeth bit down on my bottom lip and my heart squeezed happily when (finally!) the familiar ringtone erupted and Harry’s lovely face appeared on the screen. I hastily clicked the green ‘accept’ button and smiled widely at my boyfriend appearing in front of me, a bright smile pulling at his own lips.

“Hi, love,” Harry greeted me.

His hand appeared on the screen as he pretended to reach out for mine and I blushed when my own fingers met the image of his.

“Hi, Harry.”

A giggle fell from my mouth, as his face was a little too close to the camera, the angle giving his face a slightly weird look. His nose appeared bigger, his chin flat and I could practically count his stubble.

“You forgot to shave,” I joked which had a blush rose to his face and he shook his head, rearranging his computer to bring more distance between himself and the small camera.

Harry rolled his eyes, but a smile danced on his lips, “S'not that bad yet, is it?”

“Of course not,” I giggled and lifted my hand to kiss the tips before pressing it to the image of Harry’s cheek. Harry would never be anything other than impossible not to look at.
Harry cooed at me and pretended to kiss my palm before chuckling, his deep dimples becoming visible in both cheeks. We were so sappy with each other and way too happy about it to care.

“How are you? Busy day?” he wondered, his gaze locked on mine still, the tip of his tongue sliding over his bottom lip.

“Not as much as I anticipated,” I shrugged,  "Yours?“

”'Bout the same,“ Harry yawned, "had a meeting in the morning but now I’m all free and by myself.”

“I envy you,” I chuckled, “Would’ve slept all afternoon if I were you. Although, I suppose you found better things to do in LA.”

Sometimes it almost felt strange to me, how he was enjoying the warm and sunny LA afternoon sun while I sat crossed legged on my bed, the heater on it’s highest level and my body covered in layers of shirts and jumpers. In a way it seemed as if we were in two different worlds, which I suppose, we somehow were, our laptops functioning as a connecting window.

“Is that rain I’m hearing?” Harry asked, amusement in his tone. He tilted his head and his brows knotted together as he tried to look past me and to the windows in the back.

“Yep,” I replied in a sigh, “How could it be any different in ever rainy London?”

“True,” he chuckled and ruffled his hair.

An irrational wave of jealousy cursed through me as I missed touching Harry’s hair whenever he was gone, especially since he’d cut it. Now when he let me run my fingers through the brown soft strands, the tips would scrape against the skin of his head to which he’d usually groan and lean into my hand in search for my touch.

“So,” I began, “What are you up to tonight? It’s just past noon where you are, isn’t it?”

“Not really, love, no. It’s four pm.”

He muttered something concerning my poor math skills to which I chuckled before feigning offense.

“Anyway,” Harry continued, a smile still pulling at the right corner of his mouth, “I made plans to have dinner with a friend. S'gonna be fun, for sure.”

“Sounds like it,” I replied, swallowing down the wave of envy coming over me.

Of course I was glad he had a grand group of friends to keep him company, but I couldn’t stop the thoughts racing through my head. He was my boyfriend and I wished it was me who got to spend time with him, at best, all the time! But that was impossible, of course, and I wouldn’t ever want to become an obsessive and clingy girlfriend to him. And besides, being separated made every reunion much more special.

“Who are you going with?” I asked, wondering faintly who it was he’d be spending the evening with.

“A friend. I just told you,” Harry said, dodging my question, before he stretched his arms while opening his mouth in a yawn.

“Don’t tell me you’re tired!” I scolded him with a laugh, “Weren’t you free all afternoon?”

“I was, but had to get up early, didn’t I?” Harry asked defensively.

I rolled my eyes at his words and stuck out my tongue when he pulled a face at me.
We continued to banter for a while, before our conversations ranged from a band I’d gone to see a few nights ago, to a sushi restaurant he wanted to take me to once I made it to LA with him. I watched his lips move and hands gesture along to his words, as he went on telling me of places he needed to show me, the green in his eyes sparkling whenever his orbs found mine.

“…. so yeah. That cafe made me think of you instantly. We should go.”

“I’d love that,” I answered, “And I quite like how you’re planning our first trip to LA together whenever you’re there.”

“S'gonna be soon when I won’t accept a 'no’ any longer and stuff you into my suitcase to smuggle you into the country,” he jokingly threatened, mischief in his voice.

Heat rushed to my cheeks and I looked away. Harry and I hadn’t been seeing each other for too long, yet I could already tell that what we had was something special. We deeply cared for each other, though we hadn’t precisely said it and no one made me feel as comfortable to be around them as Harry did. I wasn’t someone who had lots of guys knock onto their door, and that had caused me quite a few worries in the past. But that was before Harry, and now that I was with him, my life seemed almost too perfect to be real.

“Harry?”

I tensed when I heard a faintly familiar and female voice coming from somewhere behind Harry. He seemed to be just as surprised as I was, until his eyes found the clock on his laptop, then they widened and his teeth sank into his bottom lip. His head turned away from the camera and to the exit.

“M'in the bedroom!” he called, then he turned to me and spoke apologetically, “M'sorry, love, I completely lost track of time.”

Seconds later the woman the voice belonged to appeared behind Harry, who still sat on his mattress, and took a stand beside his bed.
Her slim figure leaned down to great Harry with a quick kiss to his soft cheek and he hummed a quiet hello, his eyes fixating on me.

“Hi, Kendall,” I greeted her, lifting my hand in a small wave whilst smiling brightly.

I couldn’t deny the small knot at the bottom of my stomach, caused by how strange it felt to see her next to Harry’s bed. A bed, she’d most likely spent quite a few nights on herself, while I hadn’t.
Jealousy however, wasn’t the right term to describe my feelings with, at least that’s what I kept repeating to myself. I couldn’t let myself feel threatened by her, or any girl Harry had been linked with before he met me. Their place was in the past and they didn’t matter anymore.

“Oh, Hi. Y/N,” Kendall replied, a kind smile forming on her lips and replacing the surprised expression so quickly I almost missed it. “I’m sorry I walked in on you guys. Did I get the time wrong, Harry?”

He shook his head, his eyes finding mine before moving to look at her. “It’s my fault. Simply lost track of it.”

“Oh, so it’s the two of you are going out for dinner tonight?” I asked, realization hitting me all of a sudden.

Kendall nodded and clutched her bag a little tighter. This new information caught me off guard and I couldn’t quite place whether or not I liked it. Harry hadn’t referred to just any friend of his, but his former  girlfriend / hookup / friend with benefits / , Kendall Jenner.
I wasn’t oblivious to Harry still spending time with some of the women he had been intimate with, and before now I had never looked at it as much of a problem. But I had never actually seen him with one of them, before and now that I knew he was going to be alone with her, it somehow did bother me.

“Y/N?” Harry spoke gently, ripping me from my thoughts.

“M'sorry, did you say something?” I asked, heat rushing to my cheeks in embarrassment.

Kendall laughed quietly and excused herself, saying she’d give us some privacy to say goodbye. Harry answered with a quick nod and turned to watch her leave. The dark hair fell in waves over her shoulder and I rolled my eyes at how her perfectly long legs carried her out of the bedroom, leaving Harry and I alone again. Only now we weren’t alone anymore, and our little world was ruined by his ex waiting for him. I refrained from asking Harry since when Kendall Jenner decided when we ended our Skype calls, and instead put on a brave face.

“So, I suppose you have to go,” I muttered, my voice laced with disappointment.

An expression of worry took over his face once he heard it and he shook his head. “No, baby, listen. I can stay and talk if you-”

“You made plans and that’s fine, Harry,” I interrupted him dismissively. Once I saw the look on his face I quickly smiled and added: “Perfect, actually. Don’t worry about it.”

Though the smile on my face was anything but genuine, I tried to make it as believable to him as I could. He shouldn’t have to worry, I’d decided. Otherwise he’d feel bad and his night would be ruined, even though he hadn’t actually given me any reason to be angry with him.

“Y/N,” he tried once more, his pleading eyes locking with mine. “Please, love. You know you’re more important to me than a dinner.”

“Of course I know that,” I replied with a quick nod, “And I’m not mad, trust me.”

By the look in his eyes I could tell he didn’t buy my reassurance and so I lifted my hand to touch my fingers to the screen.

“We can talk tomorrow if you want,” I offered calmly.

“Or tonight?” Harry proposed, his face holding a mixture of concern and hope, “once I’m back? If you’d like to, I mean. I know it’s late where you are, but we haven’t seen each other in quite a bit and I haven’t even nearly told you everything I wanted to yet, so-”

“Sure,” I agreed, a spark of happiness warming my tummy, “That would be lovely, Harry.”

….

Harry’s Pov:

“So, anyway, we thought it’d bring a great new twist to the whole thing.”

Kendall finished her story and smiled at me expectantly, oblivious to the fact that I had only heard half of what she’d said. If not less.
Y/N just wouldn’t leave my mind, the image of her face tortured me. Had she been sincere when she’d claimed it was okay for me to have dinner with Kendall? The expression on her face when she’d saw my ex girlfriend enter my bedroom indicated differently, however fleeting it had crossed her face and to be quite honest, I would loath to know Y/N was alone with someone she’d been intimate with in the past. Though Kendall and I were never anything like Y/N and I were, there had still been a connection once. And that troubled Y/N.

“Harry?”

My eyes met with the one’s of  the woman sitting in front of me. I only noticed now how I had long stopped looking at her, and forced myself to smile.

“M'sorry. I think I’m a little distracted.”

“I noticed,” Kendall commented and focused her gaze onto her menu, “Is it Y/N?”

The question was asked casually, but the faint sullen undertone didn’t go unnoticed by me.

“Yeah,” I replied with a frown.

We stayed silent for a moment before I began telling her a story Jeff had told me a few days ago. She giggled at the right parts throughout it and nodded along, then went on to talk about something else. The food was great, too, and Kendall nice. Yet once I dropped her off at her place, relief flooded my entire body.
This dinner had been a very bad idea, and now I knew I owed Y/N an apology.
I restarted the engine and quickly drove back to my apartment, hoping Y/N wasn’t asleep yet. Though she’d agreed to wait for me to call her back, it was rather late in London by this point and she’d said her day had been a busy one. I huffed and shook my head, realizing that I spent Y/N’s free evening with my ex girlfriend. From that on, my mind went ahead and played through every possible scenario in which Y/N could be furious with me.
Finally I reached my home. My laptop took its time with waking up and by the time I got to press the Skype button, my hands were sweaty. It rang and rang, but nothing. She didn’t pick up.

“Damn it,” I cursed and pushed some of my loose hair out of my face.

I tried to call her again, then tried her phone and even texted her to ask if she had changed her mind, but Y/N didn’t answer. Figuring that she might have fallen asleep already, my fingers hastily tipped one last message to her, saying that she should call me the moment she got this, no matter what time it was. Then I striped off my cloths and headed to the bathroom for a shower. I didn’t allow myself to enjoy the hot water for too long, before I turned it off and stepped back into the bedroom. Just when I was halfway through pulling a pair of boxers up my legs, my laptop rang. I jumped up and pressed accept, not caring that Y/N would see me whilst being very naked.

“Wow, I that’s not what I was expecting,” she giggled, a blush rising to her cheeks.

My heart squeezed at her words and I felt myself grin, loving how she reacted to my nudity.

“You’ve seen me in less, love,” I joked.

Y/N’s blush increased and she bit her lip, adding: “Trust me, I remember. Quite clearly, actually.”

I laughed at that and found myself thinking back to some of our more interesting moments we’d spent together. Though we hadn’t been separated for too long, my body ached and longed for her presence beside me.

“So,” Y/N began quietly, “how was dinner? You’re back earlier than I expected.”

“Yeah, well,” I scratched my head, “it was fine. Food was good and all.”

“Good.”

Y/N’s fingers played with the rings decorating them, a habit that showed whenever she was keeping some thoughts to herself. The gesture made me even more uneasy and I kept trying to figure out how I would change the subject to what I needed to know.

“Y/N?”

“Yes?”

I bit my tongue and clenched my hands. “Was it okay for me to hang out with Kendall today?”

“What?” Y/N’s brows knotted together in a frown and her soft lips parted in surprise.

I cleared my throat. “Given our history and all that. I just worried you were mad about me spending time with her. Just the two of us, you know?”

It felt good to voice the guilt which kept eating away on my insides and at this point if she’d asked me to never hang out with Kendall on my own again, I’d consider it. Hell, I’d say yes instantly.

“Oh.” Y/N bit her lip and for a moment her eyes lowered to her fingers, still playing with them.

“Baby,” I pleaded, “please be honest with me. I need to know if I overstepped a line or-”

“You didn’t, Harry,” Y/N spoke quietly. “You needn’t worry.”

She took a deep breath before locking her gaze with mine.

“I’ll admit that seeing her by your side wasn’t the best feeling, but I’m sure that’s no well kept secret. Sometimes there’s that little doubt in my head, that maybe you’ll go back to,” she hesitated, “you know … wanting her. And not me.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Love, I would never-”

“Look at me!” Y/N interrupted me, a smile pulling at the left corner of her lips, “and then look at her. We’re like… the complete opposite.”

My mouth went dry at Y/N’s words and I looked down. I knew full well that she was referring to the weight difference between her and Kendall. Something I knew she troubled herself with sometimes, though I honestly didn’t pay it any thought. Never would I have assumed she’d worry about it so much.
Kendall worked as a model, a successful one, while Y/N wasn’t what would be considered thin. She struggled with her insecurities and self esteem, while Kendall wore sheer see through cloths with her head held high. Yes, they were different, very much so, actually, but that’s how it had always been and how I liked it.
Y/N was gorgeous. Not 'despite’ her weight, or her constant worries and insecurities, and not 'only’ because what was inside that counted, but completely and fully. Y/N was so beautiful to me, I didn’t even notice what she called her 'flaws’.
Whenever she pointed out a roll on her hips, it wasn’t the first time I saw it, but she almost tried to teach me to look at it as something bad. And I hated that it was Y/N herself who pointed out the pretty features of her body and presented them as something unattractive. She never succeeded though, and later when she was asleep beside me, I kissed all the parts of her body she’d hated on throughout the day, showering them with all the love and affection they deserved.
Y/N particularly hated her stretch marks. They decorated the soft skin of her stomach and hips, a few were faintly visible on her thighs. Those got extra hate, but I never payed it too much attention, because really, what for? They didn’t make her prettier, just like they didn’t make here any uglier, either. Her body was her body. And I loved every piece of it, always.

“And you wanted her first,” Y/N finished quietly, her eyes falling from my gaze to her hands.

“Y/N,” I began with a heavy sigh, but again, she interrupted me.

“Harry, listen. I thought about it and I know I’m not what’s considered pretty and thin, and yes, I’ll admit seeing you with your pretty ex-model girlfriend didn’t give me a batch of confidence, but those are my issues and it’s not your job to fix them.”

“You’re my girlfriend,” I stressed, “Of course it’s my job to make you feel good about yourself.”

Y/N smiled softly at my words and reached out her hand to touch the screen, similar to what I had done when we talked earlier today.

“I trust you,” she said simply, her sincere eyes meeting mine, warmth returning to them, “and that little worry at the back of my head will disappear soon, I know that. It’s not my right to tell you not to hang out with her anymore-”

“But you want me to,” I interrupted.

Y/N shook her head. “No, I actually don’t.”

“Y/N,” I huffed and ruffled my hair, “You confuse me.”

“Thanks,” Y/N laughed, then she turned serious again. “You value the friendship with her, so, be her friend, Harry. I’ll get over my minor issues and just have to be fine with it. They’re only there because I love you and I’m terrified to lose you to someone. Especially Kendall, 'cause seriously, could she try to be a little less pretty?”

She rolled her eyes and I bit my lip, forcing myself to let her continue.

“But I cannot look at Kendall as a threat, or else we will always have a problem to deal with. So, yeah. Hang out with her as much as you want, and our relationship will be stronger for it, I’m sure.”

Y/N’s kind eyes met mine and I could’ve sworn my heart jumped out of my chest right there. Never had I met someone as selflessly good and wonderful as she was. Happiness had my body buzzing, as I noticed the love she held for me in her eyes. I’d seen it before, but only now had I heard it from her as well.

“You love me.”

The moment she realized what she’d said her eyes widened and her mouth fell open. If I thought her cheeks couldn’t get any redder, I was proven wrong. My own were warming, too, and I chuckled as I watched Y/N hide her face behind her palms.

“Forget that I said that,” she pleaded with me, her voice muffled and she moved her fingers a bit so I could see her eyes, “It slipped out and is a completely crazy thing to say given for how short we’ve been dating.”

“I quite like it,” I admitted, “In fact I-”

“No, no, no, Harry, please don’t say anything,” she interrupted me. “That’s something to talk about another time. This was out of the blue.”

“Did you mean it, though?” I teased her, a smile taking over my face.

“Harry,” she whined and scrunched up her nose when I laughed.

“Alright, let’s talk about something else. For example how ridiculously awkward the dinner I went to was.”

Y/N pov:

The smile was still stuck on my face, even though I had ended the Skype call with Harry about ten minutes ago. We’d continued to talk after we’d resolved the little drama from earlier and soon laughed and joked like we always did. I’d apologized for ruining dinner for him, and blushed for fifth time that night when he told me how he preferred time with me over dinner with Kendall any day of the week.
Now it was well past the time I’d originally planned on going to bed, but that was okay. Spending time with Harry was better than going to bed early anyway, and though I had (accidentally) told him that I loved him, the embarrassment had subsided rather quickly. Especially because a minute after his face disappeared from my computer screen, my phone lit up.

Though it’s ridiculously early to say this and should be talked about another time… I love you too.

Hope you enjoyed this one! I start to feel slightly bad for using Kendall’s name so often, but it works best given her relationship to Harry. Hopefully you guys aren’t sick of it yet. 
Requests and feedback is welcome! 

Rest of what I wrote can be found here: 

http://harryimaginedstories.tumblr.com/post/144920695218/masterlist

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as i missed day 1 (my housemates decided it was time to watch iron fist so i lost my evening) here’s day 1 (firsts) and 2 (growth and change) combined.

jesse as a freshfaced yound gangster kid ready to smarten himself up by joining overwatch, and the tired but hopeful gabriel who has already taken jesse under his wing

cut to two years later on new years and jesse is drunk as a skunk and head over heels for his commander. cue drunken new years kiss that jesse totally forgets (but gabriel remembers in vivid detail)

a year on from that, and while they’re both suffering under the pressure of blackwatch, they’ve been dating steadily for six months and finally go for it (i might actually properly line and colour that last image….)

Reggie Mantle

(Okay, well I meant to write headcanons but then it turned into this. Like I said in my previous post. It seems I can’t write anything less than a thousand words. This has been in my head for a while and I intended to write it as a full fic, but decided on writing it like this instead? I’ve been having serious Reggie Mantle feels lately, so here you go. I’ve probably misspelled a bit, but it’s 3 am so I’ll edit it later. Feedback would be greatly appreciated and whoever reads this, I hope you enjoy.)

Reggie falls for the new girl

 -The first time he sees you, he’s talking to someone from the team in the hallway.

-The second his eyes land on you; he trails off on what he was saying.

- “Reggie, bro you okay?”

- “Yeah who’s that?” he says pointing in your direction.

- “Oh, that’s Y/N. She just started here today.”

- “Y/N.” he repeats to himself. 

 - “Yeah, she’s pretty cool. I met her this morning.”

 -Reggie barely heard any of what his teammate just said because he’s having a hard time not focusing on you.


 -Reggie hates 5th period, so he always shows up late.

-15 minutes’ pass before he decides he’s going to head to class now.

-That’s when he sees you struggling trying to carry a few books while you look over your class schedule.

-You’re late for your class because you have no idea where it’s located.

- “Hey.” you hear someone say behind you. When you turn around you’re greeted by a tall boy with a very nice smile.

- “Hey.” you say.

- “Here let me help you with that, Your Y/N, right? I’m Reggie.” he says as he grabs the books out of your hand.

- “Thank you. Yes, I’m new here. Which is why I’m struggling trying to find my next class.” You say looking over your schedule again.

- “I might be able to help with that.”

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