then she does the hair thing and then my heart tears apart and he let go the one person that could really love and help him and this is not

Spirit in the House - chap 9/10

Modern!AU Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Reader is in a coma after a car accident. Bucky moves into your apartment and find your spirit still hanging around. (Based on Just like Heaven)

Word Count: 1,823

Warnings: Language, Angst 

A/N: I’m so happy you all liked part 8 and we’re nearing the end, so… are they going to end up together or not? Sorry, but I do love you guys ♥

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Originally posted by iamdorka

Bucky shoved Steve’s shoulder to wake him up. With a grunt, Steve slapped his hand away. He almost fell off the sofa, but Bucky kept shaking his shoulder.

“Wake up!”

Steve sat up on the sofa, holding his head with both hands. He winced at Bucky’s loud voice and rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands.

“Shh! Stop shouting.” Steve whispered.

“Y/n is gone, I can’t find her anywhere.”

“Maybe she just went for a walk.” He mumbled, hiding his eyes in the crook of his elbow

“She doesn’t go anywhere, Steve! She’s a fucking ghost!” Bucky screamed.

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The Lucky One Pt 7 (Bucky x reader)

Characters: reader, James (Bucky), Caleb (oc), Margaret (oc), Kevin (oc)

Summary: As a single mom with a jerk of an ex-husband, you’re doing your best to run the family business all on your own when your mother hires a mysterious man with a troubled past to help out. He just might be what you need in your life, but will his secrets bring you together or tear you apart? (Events occur shortly after Captain America: The Winter Soldier)

Warnings: Angst and a lot of explanation, ya’ll. :) Mentions of violence, death, and a tiny bit of self-harm.

Word Count: 4.8K

Y/N: Oof. This was a doozy to write, my dears. I hope you wanted some answers, cause you got ‘em. I kept it as canon as possible but forgive me if I stray a little. I adore you guys. Thank you for the love and support for this story. There’s at least 2 more parts coming! Whoo! :)

<<<Part 6    Part 7    Part 8>>> Coming Monday 27 Nov, 3pm EST

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Originally posted by buckwildbarnes


James hyperventilated a moment, rubbing a jittery hand over his face as he turned away.

“I’ll ask you one last time, where did you get my grandfather’s photograph?” you said, seething.

He whirled toward you quickly, startling you as he blurted out his response.

“Because he gave it to me!”


Stumbling backwards in shock, James’ words struck you like a punch to the gut.

“Wh—what did you just say?” you whispered, so sure you were hearing things.

He hung his head, refusing to meet your eye. “Your grandfather. He gave me that photograph.”

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Pairing: Peter paker x reader

Request:like where the reader and peter are in a good and happy relationship but it gets twisted when the vulture is actually the readers dad.- @pastelpeter

word count: 1849


Permanent tag list: @isucaf , @jor-da-na

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Originally posted by sddonald22

Peter was a lucky guy. He had everything he could wish for. Well, not exactly everything, but he had you, and that’s all that mattered anyways.

Y/n and the boy had been good friends ever since high school had started, and without even realising, Peter had fallen for you hard. He had realised in his sophomore year and pinned for you for half a year before he finally got the courage to ask you out. He still couldn’t believe such an awesome and beautiful girl as Y/n could be dating him, but hey, he wasn’t complaining.

At first it had been difficult trying to hide his so called Stark Internship from her, but eventually she found out about him being Spider Man. Of course she would found out! His girl was just too damn intelligent. Anyways, Y/n worried like crazy about him but she also supported him and help patch him up after certain fights, especially lately, as he was fighting a particular villain who had him pretty tired.

He avoid telling her who was he fighting, but after so many bruises he would have to give her a little something. She knew he was fighting some bird dude selling alien tech to thieves and criminals, but that was all. He didn’t want her getting to involved. He would die if something happened to her.

They had been dating for 2 months now. Everyone thought it was getting too serious for a couple of teenagers, but they didn’t get it like Peter did. Y/n was the one, he just knew it. He couldn’t stop thinking about her smile, her eyes, her lips and her fingers interlocked with his. He wanted to hold her forever and never let go. Everytime he saw her his heart did a little jump, like it was their first date all over again. He would do anything for her.

And that’s exactly how he found himself going to her home to have dinner with her family. The boy had met her mom and sister before, however he still had to met her dad. Apparently he kept going on business trips every time he was down to visit, but tonight was the night. He was a little nervous if he was honest, after all, fathers were really protective of their daughters right?

It was supposed to be a sit down dinner, so he had brought a pie and some flowers. They were celebrating Y/n’s sister getting into college, so he wanted to be a nice guest, plus anything to impress his father in law right?

He got May to drive him in front of her home just in time for the dinner to start.

“Call me when dinner is over alright? I’ll come pick you up”

“Yeah sure, thanks May”

He got out the car and ran over to the front porch, knocking on the door as he waited. Y/n’s mom came to open the door as she welcomed him.

“Hello Mrs. Y/ln”

“Hello Peter, come in, Y/n is at the kitchen”


He got in and made his way over to find his beautiful girlfriend making some mashed potatoes over in the corner. He got the flowers and the pie in the counter before hugging her waist from behind, placing his chin in the crock of her neck.

“Hey beautiful”

Y/n smiled as she felt the warm of her boyfriend. She had been worried since she saw him last night a little more bruised up than usual.

She turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck giving him a bright smile before saying.

“Hey handsome”

They lined in for a quick kiss before they were interrupted.

“So, where is that boyfriend of yours Y/n? I want to have a couple words with him. Teach him a lesson or two.”

Y/n let out a giggle before she turned around smiling. The voice that interrupted them came from the living room, where he guessed Y/n?s father was. His voice sounded kinda familiar, but he couldn’t place it. Her girlfriend took his hand before dragging him outside the kitchen.

“C’mon, I want you to meet my dad”

He followed her like a lost puppy, having eyes for nothing but her, but it all changed as soon as he she led him to a man he had definitely seen before.

“Peter, this is my dad. Dad, this is the guy I’ve been dating”

The man standing in front of him had fancier clothes than the times they’ve met before, and looked a hell lot more friendly, however Peter could recognize him everywhere. He stared wide eyed as he realised this was the same man he had been fighting for the past days. Yn made sure to patch up his wounds while his dad opened new ones.

Her dad went for a handshake while he stood there, still staring. After what felt like an embarrassing long time Peter lifted his hand, shaking the man’s hand.

“Don’t be scared kid. That lesson thing was just a joke”

“I’m sorry, sir. Ni-nice to meet you”

“So, I’ve heard you guys have been dating for a while, Is he treating you right Y/n?”

“Yes dad” She said as she rolled her eyes at her father’s words. “He is the best”

“Well, then that’s all that matters to me”

Her dad gave him a final nod before he turned around, heading towards his wife. Peter couldn’t help but stare some more. He didn’t want believe it. What the fuck?

Why was the universe against him? He finally met a cute nice girl who wanted to date him, God knows why, and she is the daughter of the person that is trying to kill him!?

Y/n kept on talking to him, but he could barely listen. Did she knew about this? Obviously not dumbass, she knows about you! But then, what did Y/n thought her father was doing every night?

The boy interrupted the girl as she was talking, trying to understand what was going on with that family.

“What did you say your father works at?”

“He is a salesman, he buys stuff to companies and sells it back to bigger ones. Why you ask?”

“Umm- Nothing, he just seemed familiar”

“You’re probably confused, he has to leave the state a lot to sell all that stuff, you’ve probably never seen him”

“Wait, what stuff does he sell?”

“Well, I’m not sure? It’s mainly tech things, you know, just a family business” The girl shrugged her shoulders, not giving importance to the topic. However it did matter, it mattered a lot to Peter.

Her father was in fact a salesman and he did sell tech stuff, however his family wasn’t aware of what kind of business he had going on.

“Babe, dinner is ready, let’s go”

The rest of the night went on a blur. Peter tried not to talk or make any eye contact, he didn’t want to give anything away. He didn’t knew what to do!

So what now? He couldn’t just come up and say ‘Hey babe remember the bird dude? Well, he is your father and is beating the crap out of me, love you lots bye’. He could not break your family apart like that! He needed time to himself.

Peter excused himself, making up some excuse about May needing him and left early, trying to get away from that mess as soon as possible.

After the dinner Peter distanced himself. Y/n wasn’t sure why, but with each passing day they had seen less and less. He claimed he was just busy between Spiderman and school, but that had never been an issue before.

She wanted to have her boyfriend back, but she didn’t knew what she had done to upset him, or how to even get him. She had told Peter to come by tonight, to talk and maybe figure things out.

Meanwhile the boy knew exactly what he was going to do. His chest got a little too tight when he thought about it, but he knew he had to do it. He had to break up with you.Being a superhero came with responsibilities, and he had to take care of them. Queen’s safety came before him.

Peter got into his spidey suit and left his room, swinging his way to your house. With your father already “back to work” there was no problem running into him in his suit. He stood outside your window with his heart beating fast in his chest as he saw you approaching to open it.

“Peter come ins-”

“ I can’t, I have to go back, I just came by real quick”

The girl sighed as she got out of her room to the fire escape next to Peter.

“What’s up Peter? You’ve been really distant lately”

The girl seemed concerned as she looked into his brown eyes. God he wanted to tell her the truth, but he couldn. He could never do that to her, make her choose.

“That’s what I came to talk to you about”

“Good, cause I’ve been wan-”

“I want to break up”

The boy said it in mere whispers, but he knew she had heard him. The girl stared at him with a heartbroken expression. She couldn’t believe what he had just said. She didn’t want to believe it.

“Wait what?”

“You heard me”

“No Peter wait- What- Why would you want that? I don’t-

“I don’t want to be with you anymore”

Tears started to form into the girl’s eyes. She didn’t knew what was happening but she wanted it to stop. She wanted her old Peter back.

She refused to let the tears roll down, but somewhere along the line she had started sobbing, trying to find the words.

Meanwhile the boy couldn’t bare to look at her. Her hair was messy and her eyes were wet, while she kept talking nonsense. She tried taking his hand but he kept denying it.He wanted to hold her and tell her everything will be okay, but he had to look after her.

“But Peter I-We love each other! Tell me what happened and We’ll figure it out”

Peter wanted to believe in her. He wanted to think that their love could overcome everything and that they could be together. But he knew it wasn’t true. He had to go fight her father, at least try to stop him, but he couldn’t do it behind her back, so he’ll rather not have her at all.

“I don’t love you anymore”

The girl had suddenly stopped crying. She stare as Peter got away from her, with each step putting more distance between them. The girl couldn’t do anything but watch as the boy got on top of the fire escape, ready to leave.

“I’m really sorry, but it’s better like this.”

With these finals words the boy took off, looking behind one last time as he broke not only Y/n’s heart, but also his in the process.

Into You (Clark Kent x Reader)

Based on two requests.

Your relationship with Clark had always been an intimate one. You were both very open with each other and knew how to keep each other satisfied. You knew everything about each other, or so you thought you knew everything about him.

It was no surprise that Clark had asked you to attend a charity ball that the newspaper had been invited to.

“Kent, you didn’t tell me that your plus one was going to be so stunning,“ a husky voice spoke up as Clark led you to a table at the ball. You turned around and met eyes with the man you knew to be Clark’s boss.

“Y/N Y/L/N,” you introduced yourself with a smile as you stuck your hand out for him to shake. While you didn’t appreciate hearing about the way he tended to treat Clark at work, you knew that you had to play nice. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Perry White,” he replied with a toothy grin as he firmly shook your hand. “You can just call me Perry, though.”

“I’m a big fan of the paper,” you admitted as you moved to grab onto Clark’s arm. You looked at him with gleaming eyes before you noticed that his attention was being drawn elsewhere. You went to glance where he was staring before Perry’s deep voice filled the air.

“Perhaps Clark should bring you in sometime, give you the scoop on how we do things,” Perry offered.

“That sounds nice, I’ve always wanted to-”

“Excuse me, I’ve just seen the founders of the charity and I really need to speak with them!” Perry exclaimed as he began to race away. “Nice to meet you!”

“That was fun,” you laughed sarcastically as you looked up to Clark again. His attention was still taken by something else, and you nudged him to bring him back to reality. He blinked dazedly before looking down at you with a forced smile. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, just thought I saw something,” he told you softly.

“Did you want to check it out?” You asked, concern laced through your voice. “Is it a, um, superhero something?”

“No, it was nothing,” he promised with sincere eyes. He moved to press his lips against yours quickly and began to lead you back to a table.

“It’s beautiful in here,” you noted in awe as you sat down. Fairy lights danced across the ceiling, strung across the beams along with satin ribbon. Candlelight illuminated the room, showering it with an elegant quality that you had only seen in movies.

“I’ll go get us some drinks,” Clark said, placing a soft kiss to your forehead before leaving the table. You let out a frustrated sigh as you watched him become lost in the crowd, your eyes trailing down to the white tablecloth that was covered in a light dust of silver sparkles. It seemed like forever that you had been admiring the decorations in order to distract yourself from Clark’s absence when you finally looked around the room for him.

You felt your heart drop as your eyes landed on him talking to a beautiful woman with vibrant red hair. She was laughing at something he said, gladly accepting the drink he held out to her. He said something else and you could see the way that his eyes twinkled brightly at her. When you realized that he had no intention of returning to you any time soon, you began to head over to him.

“Where did you find the drinks?” You spoke up as you approached Clark with a sweet smile and dark eyes. You watched as he jumped lightly before turning to face you.

“I was just coming back over to you,” Clark told you softly, reaching to wrap an arm around your waist. Your slight recoil at his touch didn’t go unnoticed by him or the woman he was with.

“I’m Lois Lane,” the woman introduced herself with a dimpled smile as she stuck out her hand.

“Y/N Y/L/N,” you responded as you shook her hand quickly before dropping your hand back to your side. You had heard of Lois Lane from Clark and from her stories in the paper. He had talked about her briefly here and there, but each time you had felt your heart sting from the way he seemed so infatuated with her. You couldn’t deny the fact that she was a brilliant reporter, you always found yourself reading her stories right after Clark’s and marvelling at the way she could keep you at the edge of your seat no matter what she was writing about.

“Clark talks about you all the time,” she told you after a moment of awkward silence. “The way he talks about you… I know he never used to talk about me that way, I can tell that you guys are meant to be.”

“Thank you,” you told her, slowly moving away from Clark at her words. What did she mean he never used to talk about her that way?

“It was lovely talking to the both of you, but I have to finish making the rounds,” Lois said as she began to walk away. “Have a nice night!”

You and Clark responded with wishes for her to do the same. Once she was out of sight, you immediately bolted over to the bar in order to get away from Clark.

“Y/N, what’s going on?” He asked as he followed you, his hand grabbing softly onto your wrist before you pulled back.

“What did she mean that you never used to talk about her that way?” You seethed, leaning on the bar counter with a furious glare. Clark avoided eye contact, his head lowering as he stood in front of you with a guilty face.

“Lois and I were together before I met you,” he admitted, looking up at you through his glasses. “She helped me embrace the city and be confident with my writing. I owe her a lot; she helped convince Perry to publish my stories.”

“You look at her like you’re in love with her!” You exclaimed, catching the attention of a few people around you.

“I only love you!” He protested softly, moving foward. You stepped back, watching as hurt filled his face.

“I should go,” you stated, blinking back tears.

“Y/N, don’t-”

“It’s fine, have fun, we can talk later,” you told him sadly, walking away with a heavy heart.

It was about two in the morning when a knock at the door of your small apartment sent you flying out of your bed and racing to open it. You flung open the door and came face to face with the woman Clark hadn’t told you the truth about struggling to hold him up in the hallway.

“I’m so sorry, I know it’s late and I probably woke you up-”

“No, it’s fine,” you reassured her, moving to put one of his arms over your shoulders and help her get him to your room.

“Y/N,” Clark mumbled as you laid him on the bed.

“You stay here, I’ll be right back,” you ordered him as you left the room, Lois following closely behind you. Once in the living room, you turned to look at her with a thankful expression. “Thank you for bringing him here, it really means a lot.”

“Don’t even worry about it,” she said with a smile. “I just… I want you to know that there’s nothing going on between Clark and I. It was a long time ago, and it’s strictly platonic. He does mean a lot to me, though, I’d consider him to be one of my best friends.”

“How did you know-”

“He’s an emotional drunk,” she laughed. “I found at the bar sulking about how he thought he was losing you. He told me what you thought about him and I. Clark would never do that to you, Y/N.”

“I know,” you sighed, running a hand over your face. “It was that stupid green monster inside of me that made me think he would.”

“It happens to the best of us,” she told you, beginning to head to the door. “If you ever need anything, just let me know, alright?”

“I will,” you promised as she opened the door and began to walk out. “Thank you, Lois.”

With a final wave, you shut the door and quickly walked back to your bedroom where Clark was. You entered the room and a soft smile filled your face when you saw Clark sitting up in bed looking at the doorway.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered as you walked in and sat on the bed beside his legs. You gave him a confused look and took one of his hands in yours. “I should have told you about Lois, and I’m sorry for making you think I have feelings for her-”

You leaned foward and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. You let go of his hand so you could wrap your arms around the back of his neck and his own arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you on top of his lap.

“Don’t be sorry for anything,” you told him as you pulled apart and rested your forehead on his. You carefully took his glasses off and set them on the other side of the bed. “I got jealous when I should have trusted you.”

“I shouldn’t have given you a reason to be jealous,” he argued, trailing his fingers down your back.

“It happens,” you murmured, pressing your lips to his again quickly. You tasted the lingering bit of alcohol in his mouth and pulled away, his mouth chasing after yours before you gave in for a moment. “I think Lois is a really great person.”

“Y/N, you don’t have to talk about her if it bothers you.”

“It doesn’t bother me. After all, you said she helped your career, so I should be thankful for what she’s done. Besides, I think she could be a good friend.”

“You’d really be friends with my ex?”

“Weirder things have happened in my life, Clark, I mean, I am dating you,” you joked, letting out a squeal as he began to tickle your sides.

“I’m the weird one?” He laughed as he continued to tickle you. You merely nodded through your laughing, attempting to push yourself out of his arms. He stopped after a moment and pulled you close to him, burying his face in your neck. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you, too,” you whispered, running your hands through his hair as you calmed your heart. “Now go to sleep, you’re still drunk.”

Clark let out a laugh as you climbed off his lap and laid down beside him. His arms wrapped around your middle and pulled you close to him. While occasionally the two of you did fight, you always found each other again. As Lois said, the two of you were meant to be.


Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Tom returns from promotional stuff to spend a few days with you.

Warnings: None? Maybe swears.

Word Count: 1005

A/N: Okay, so this is a thing that a couple friends (@toms-spidey and @peterandchurros) have done… Was Ava’s idea to do this with Peter/Tom… Idea came from this post. Read Ava’s here and Charissa’s here. This is mushy.

Mornings were hard when Tom was away from you. Before you finally dragged yourself out of bed, you’d scroll every social media site you had on your phone for new information about him, but everything just felt so detached when he wasn’t around. You took your sweet time leaving the warm blankets, but you hurried to get ready in the hotel bathroom. In a little more than an hour’s time, Tom would be landing and you’d see him for the first time in nearly four months. You took a bit of extra time on the little details, picking out a shirt and a perfume you knew he liked.

Then, you were on your way to the airport. You pulled into a parking space just as your phone started going off, signaling that Tom was within five minutes of being on the ground, getting off the plane. Though you knew there would be crowds of people yelling and waving, you hoped he would be out of the airport within the half hour. You sat in your car, jamming to your favorite music, until you saw a familiar car drive past: the van that would be picking up your boyfriend. With a little spring in your step, you followed along, basically shaking with anticipation.

When Tom walked out of the doors and locked eyes with you, his entire face lit up. He ran up to you as you shouted each other’s names in pure excitement. Lifting you off the ground, he spun you in a circle before placing a soft kiss on your lips. He set you back down but didn’t let go. You snaked your arms around his middle and pulled yourself close to him.

“I missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed you too, (Y/N).”

“Hey,” came a voice from behind Tom—Harrison, “I hate to break this up cos I know it’s been forever, but I’d really like to get to the hotel.”

The two of you nodded at one another before pulling away from each other. Before you turned to go, Tom stole one more kiss, causing Harrison to dramatically roll his eyes. You raced off to your car so that you could follow them; you didn’t want to waste a minute. After all, Harrison and Tom were only stopping here for a few days. You’d gotten lucky that the city wasn’t too far of a drive from where you lived so that you could shack up with them in the hotel.

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Unrequited Part 2 (Peter Parker x Reader)

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a/n: Holy crap, guys…the response to Unrequited was juST so much for me, it was insane. This account has only been up for a day and there’s already so much of you guys! I love you all and I hope you cuties enjoy this xx

warning: language, violence, angst

word count: 2614 

You sighed as you stared down at the ground, keeping your head down as you walked down the empty street. Ever since school ended and you ran out on Peter, you’ve just been roaming the streets in hopes of clearing your mind. You looked up at the sky, noticing how dark it’s gotten as the last rays of the sun shone dimly across the dark blue sky.

You ignored the urge to go home as you spotted the small playground that you always used to go to, making your way over to the swings and sitting down on one of them. You swayed your feet half-heartedly and looked down at your lap, getting your phone out to see if you had any notifications. Your parents were out of town for the week so there was barely anything from them, just a text asking how your day went. On the other hand, there were five missed calls from Peter, and a bunch of texts from him asking where you were, if you were okay. You rolled your eyes and cleared your notifications, not wanting to talk to him right now.

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anonymous asked:

Rfa reacting to MC breaking up with them?

Oooh nonny, you’re speaking my language. I love me some angst ;))) I consider V part of the RFA so I’ll put him below a a four line break because the rest of this is really long so it’s going under a cut. I suppose Seven’s route has spoilers too kind of so make sure you’ve done his route/all the routes or only read the routes you’ve done pls I don’t want to accidentally ruin anything for anyone. Also I love Unknown so if someone wants me throwing him in the bunch hit me up and I’ll do it.

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It Only Takes a Taste (2/2)

Prompt: 57 for @sgtbxckybxrnes ‘s AU challenge: Celebrity/Movie Star

Summary: When you run into (literally) a really fucking hot man, you don’t expect to see him again, until he turns up at your cafe a few days later. The both of you ‘click’ instantly, but is he really just the ‘person whose name will turn up somewhere in an indie movie credits’ that he makes himself out to be? Or is he something more than that?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 3,211 Words

Warnings: 5/6 Angst, 1/6 Fluff (lol sorry)


Originally posted by campercooperpugfi

Bucky looked on helplessly as the doors of the elevator slid closed, a young lady unknown to him still calling your name until she realised that you couldn’t hear anymore. Out of the corner of his eye, he vaguely saw her slump against the bar, rubbing a hand over her face and pulling out her phone, likely to try contact you. The digital floor numbers moved down to ground level, taunting him as they slowly ticked by. By the time he entered that elevator, you would be long gone from the building. 

As he tried to pull himself away from the group of sickening women, he remembered that woman, calling out your name; she must be your friend, she had to help him. He knew you would’ve found out some point, but surely not so early after meeting each other. The guilt immediately settled him as soon as he locked eyes with you; the betrayed and shocked look on your face, when you realised that he wasn’t who he made himself out to be, and that he apparently already had lots of girls he could be with. 

But the guilt had to wait until he could pour his heart out to you, until he could just explain. He knew you wouldn’t answer him through any forms of social media, so it was no use to try. 

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“How could you?” you whispered softly.

Tears were falling down your cheeks with no sign of stopping. Your heart felt like it was breaking into pieces. What you once thought you knew and was your piece of happiness, was shattering right in front of you. You weren’t sure how you’d gotten to this place, but here you were.

You felt his hand touch your shoulder and you couldn’t help but flinch. Hands that once made your heart race when they touched your body, now made you want to recoil.

“Love, please look at me. Please let me explain.” You could hear the desperation in his voice. This was hurting him too. If he could go back and change things, he would in an instant. But that wasn’t realistic. This was real life and he had to face the consequences of his actions.

You turned around toward him but kept your head down looking at your lap. You were afraid to look at him. Afraid that once you did you would instantly want to forgive him. You couldn’t do that. Not this time. Not over something like this. Seeing his hand slowly inch toward yours snapped you out of your thoughts. You pulled your hands toward you quickly sandwiching them between your legs. You cleared your throat before speaking.

“Whats an explanation gonna do Harry? It’s not gonna change things. It’s not gonna make me forget. It’s not gonna make my heart hurt any less. Matter of fact if anything it’ll probably hurt more, so just.. don’t”

Your voice that had started out strong began to crack and waiver as you finished speaking. You wiped your face with the sleeve of your shirt and sniffled. You felt his hand on your chin gently pushing your head up so you would look him in the eyes.

“I never wanted to hurt you, never. Please know that” He watched you roll your eyes and he frowned. He wanted you to believe him because it was true. He never had wanted to hurt you. He loved you, he always would. But he had fucked up. He let out a deep sigh before continuing.

“I don’t know why really. Maybe because things were so bad between us? It seemed that all we were doing was fighting. Over anything and everything. If we weren’t fighting it was because we weren’t speaking. And I just couldn’t take it anymore. The next thing I know I’m at a club, pissed beyond belief and there’s a woman trying to come on to me. And maybe because I was tired, and mad at you, or whatever, I let her.”

Harry had spaced off staring at nothing while speaking. It was your sharp intake of breath that brought his eyes back to you. He could see your eyes closed tightly shut trying to stop the tears from falling. Your hand was pressed over your mouth to try and hold back the sobs building in your throat. Seeing you like this, and knowing he was the one to cause this, broke his heart. He hung his head and pinched the bridge of his nose as he let out a deep breath.

“I was drunk and I was frustrated and I should of stopped it. Hell I shouldn’t of ever let it begin. I didn’t even realize what I had really done till she was leaving the hotel room the next morning” His voice was now shaking which caused you to open your eyes and look at him.

Harry had never once looked small to you until this moment. He was curled in on himself. Slouched instead of his long limbs spread out like they usually were. His eyes were red and shining, the beginning signs of him crying. But you couldn’t, no, shouldn’t feel sorry for him. Or want to comfort him so he wouldn’t cry. No, because he hurt you. He broke your heart. He had cheated on you.

“So because things were rough, and hard and not all happy go lucky, you just threw it all away? For one night with a woman you didn’t even know? Shows how much our relationship meant to you, how much I meant to you. God… I hope she was worth it.” You couldn’t help but raise your voice. You were angry, and being angry was better than being sad.

Harry could hold in his tears no longer. The anger he could hear in your voice, and the pain he could see all over your face was the breaking point. Tears ran down his face hot and fast. He squeezed his eyes shut, balled his hands into fists and scoffed. “Of course she wasn’t worth it. I hurt the person I love most, I hurt you. I fucked up the best thing that has ever happened to me. And I know there’s probably no way you’ll ever forgive me but please know I am so sorry. More than I could ever explain.”

The pain in his voice, the emotions in his eyes, the tears, was all it took to wipe the anger right out of you. As much as it angered you what he did, how easily he tore apart what you two had, being angry wasn’t worth it. It would solve nothing and bring nothing good. But choosing to not be angry didn’t mean that made it okay, made you two okay. Apologies were never gonna fix this, nothing would, which meant only one option. You took a deep breath in and placed your hands on one of his. You rubbed his hand till it un balled from a fist.

“I know. I know you love me. I know you’re sorry. And I do believe that you never meant to hurt me. But the thing is you did. And not just in a small way, a huge way that we can’t go back from. I love you H, and I always will. But..”

You had to stop to let out a small sob. You knew this was right, because you believed ‘once a cheater, always a cheater’. And even if that wasn’t true, you owed it to yourself to not stay with someone who hurt you like that. But that didn’t make doing this hurt any less. You looked up at Harry when you felt his hand shaking in yours. His head was hanging down, his hair covering his face. He was breathing hard and fast, sniffling like crazy.

“Please don’t..I..know what you’re going to say and I know I shouldn’t ask you not to but please don’t. I love you. It was a mistake. I’d never do it again” He was talking so fast that you almost couldn’t make out the words. Especially with his hard breathing and tears. He was rambling, trying to prevent the inevitable.

“I have to Harry. It’s whats right. It may hurt, god does it hurt. But I can’t be with someone who cheated on me. Who took an easy way out when things got rough. It’s over Harry. I can’t be with you anymore.” Saying those words was like ripping off a bandaid. It hurt for that quick second, then was gone. Not gone as in you were okay now, but that you were numb. You removed your hand from Harry’s and wiped the dried tears from your face. You took a deep breath in and then out. You stood up and looked over at Harry.

He hadn’t lifted his head from staring at the bed. His hand was still out and open from where it had been holding yours. He wasn’t shaking anymore, nor was he sniffling. But you could still make out the tears running down his face. You walked over to him and leaned down to press a kiss to his hair. Harry didn’t move but just the slightest to lean into your lips, letting out a small whimper. Once you had done that you turned and began to walk out the bedroom door. You held your head high and tried not to cry realizing this would be the last time you spent in this bedroom. The last time you’d spend in this house. And most importantly probably the last time, at least for a long while, that’d you’d speak to Harry. Just before you could walk out the door and head downstairs you heard him speak.

“I love you, I always will. I will never forgive myself for what I’ve done. Goodbye angel…my only angel.” He said it so softly but with so much emotion behind it. You turned your head over your shoulder to give him a half smile.

“Goodbye H.” You whispered and left.

Last Call

Fandom: John Wick

Pairing: John Wick x Reader

Request: @notthisthyme​  Please write a john wick x reader angst and maybe if you want sprinkle in some smut and fluff. Try and rip my heart out ❤

Warnings: Fluff, angst and death.

John could feel your hot breath against his back, and the tender brush of your lips ghosting over one of his many scars. A low, hushed groan rumbled at the back of his throat as your mouth pressed against it, molding with the scar’s ridged edges. 

“And this one?” You asked him.

“Knife.” He replied, his eyes closing as he savored the feeling of warmth your touch sparked through his body. “New York, about seven years ago.”

“So you were literally stabbed in the back?”

He let out an amused huff at your lame attempt at a joke and turned around to look at you, his hands coming to cup your face. Not saying anything in response, John instead leaned in for one of those lingering kisses the both of you wished could last forever, but after a time he withdrew to gaze lovingly at you. He glided a hand across your jaw, his thumb brushing your swollen bottom lip. “Have I told you that I love you today?”

You grinned and said the same thing you said every time, shaking your head mockingly. “Nope, nah-uh.”

John’s hand migrated to your hair, pushing it away from your face. “Well, I do. And you know what?” You heard the words before he had the chance to say them, and a sweet smile tugged at corners of your lips. “I always will.”

Your gaze dropped like it always does, accompanied by a blush that made your face hot. 

Smirking at your bashfulness, John swiftly climbed on top of you, pinning you down to the mattress. Gently, he pressed a knee between your legs, making you part them so he could easily rest his body there before leaning down and brush his lips against yours. Not innocently, like before, but hot, fiery and demanding. His hair curtained you from the early morning sun that peeked in through the window, tickling your cheeks as he kissed you. The air from your lungs was almost completely knocked out of you as he pulled you close, all your senses becoming overwhelmed.

You had to stop him before you lost yourself, so you quickly pressed a finger to his lips before grinning up at him. “It’s too early for all that, don’t you think?” You teased him. “I’ve got work.”

“Couldn’t you just call in sick today?”

“I would if I could.” You told him, slithering out from underneath his body, leaving him there to watch your naked body walk across the room. “But I’m covering a shift, so I’m going to be home late tonight.”

You never did tell John that you quit your job. If he knew what you were really doing you were sure that there would be hell to pay. 

But for the last few months, today was just another day in the office for you. Except your office was a windy roof-top overlooking your target’s downtown apartment. Your equipment, rather than a computer, pen and notebook was one state-of-the-art rifle with telescopic lens. There was no need for a silencer, the noise would be lost in the droning of the traffic below anyway, and most likely be mistaken for a back-firing vehicle. Taking aim with as little hesitation as you would gossiping with a colleague, you soon squeezed the trigger all while thinking about the coffee you would order at Starbucks. You took no real satisfaction in the killing - even though you had known the target personally and by name - but you couldn’t help the lift of pride in your chest in getting a clean shot.

Smoothing your hair back with one hand you turned to pack the rifle into an inconspicuous ruck sack, but you could hardly do that with a gun pointed at your head. You were suddenly very aware of how chilly the air you were taking into your lungs was and how the metal that was begin pressed between your eyes was just as icy. Without moving from your spot crouching on the concrete ground, you stared up at the person holding the gun, but instead of panicking you merely smiled, let out a amused huff and continued to disassemble your weapon. 

“I thought you’d come after me sooner.”

The woman’s upper lip curled back into a snarl. “You’re a slippery one, I’ll give you that. And I couldn’t just walk into your home and kill you there in front of your husband, now could I?”

Nodding, you set the base of the rifle down. “You would’ve been dead before you could’ve walked out the front door. John hates intruders.”

She hummed in agreement. “Baba Yaga… Found yourself quite the man, didn’t you?”

“Better than your man was, I’m sure.” 

The gun dug deeper into your skull, leaving a circular red mark were the barrel pressed against your skin. “Why’d you kill him?”

“I was paid.”

“By whom?”

You smirked. “I don’t remember.”

She adjusted her grip, your honest response obviously disappointing her. “You’re going to die here. Have you got anything to say?”

You were going to die there, and you couldn’t see anyway to avoid it. Her hand was shaking and were you to try disarming her she’d surely fire, deliberately or not. “What’s your name?”

“Does it matter?”

You finished packing up the rifle, zipping the bag closed as you shook your head and mouthed a small ‘no’. A gentle smile graced your lips and you excepted your fate, disappointed that you wouldn’t get to enjoy that Starbucks coffee you had planned to buy. “My husband doesn’t know about you. You’ll be safe for a time, but you best believe everything you’ve heard about him. He will find you.”

She nodded… And she pulled the trigger.

You didn’t hear the shot, but you did feel the coolness of the gun leave your forehead and the sudden pain in your chest. It was just like the movies. Even the passages of light seemed to slow and the sounds of pigeons, traffic and the retreating footsteps of your murderer seemed to be underwater.  Aside from the beat of your heart, no muscle would move. The bullet entered as if you were nothing, just meat, blood and bones, blasting a cavity in your back as it burst crimson into the fading day.

So this is justice.

A slow death. That’s what you’d been paid for. Slow and painful, leaving the victim to bleed to death. You didn’t know what you were getting yourself into at the time, but a poetic death was better than a boring one. 

You lay on the cold cement as the fiery pain slowly turned into a dull numbness, and you found your hand creeping into your pocket and wrapping around your phone. Taking it out with shaking fingers, you brought it up close to your eyes, your vision blurry. You contemplated calling for an ambulance, but you knew that by the time it got there you’d be dead.

So instead you called John.

The phone rang. And rang. And rang. Then finally he picked up.

“Hey, baby.” He greeted, slow and husky.

“Hey.” You croaked, wincing at the sound of your voice.

There was concern in his next words. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” You told him, willing yourself to speak in a more normal tone. “I think I’ve just caught a cold is all.”

“Sounds pretty bad. When are you coming home? I’m making your favourite meal tonight.”

You smiled, ignoring the tears that fell from your eyes. His words warmed the heart that ached inside your damaged chest. “I’ll be later than expected, love. Things came up, that’s why I called.”

“That’s fine.” There was a pause. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

You wanted to laugh, but it seemed as though you’d forgotten how. “Right as rain.”

Again, another pause.

“You know I love you, right?”

“Of course, and I love you too.” The dog barked in the background and you heard John chuckle. “We both love you.”

You closed your eyes, almost feeling his hands come in contact with your face, pushing back the hair from your eyes. A content smile pulled at your lips.


He got no response.


Again, your line was silent. And he had no idea that that was the last call he’d ever receive from you.

batmom scribble because super fun to write and the justice league trailer !! 

It was to be expected, it took all the women she had ever loved from her. Maybe that’s why she didn’t mind that her family consisted of males only now, men that go out every night, have her worried sick, not sure if it’ll be their last or if they’ll be spared another day, but nevertheless they were male and could not get thing she’s lost all her female relatives to; breast cancer.

And while it was to be expected it came suddenly, but she was not dumb, she was not going to burden her boys with these horrible news, besides they were busy with their own things, far more important things like crime, so she kept it to herself. She directly scheduled her doctors appointment herself, didn’t even give them the house number just so Alfred wouldn’t get a whip of her disease, she started wearing shawls and scarfs even though she still had hair. It was so that when she does lose all of it it wouldn’t seem that she was hiding her head out of the blue. She was smart like that.

She’s in the kitchen, early morning as she groans at Damian for being so slow, school is in thirty minutes after all. Dick appears in the room too, seeming to have spent a night in the manor, working on a case with the dark knight, as he yawns greeting the Waynes. Y/N passes him a cup of coffee before she turns to Damian again, glaring at him as he only eats slower noticing her do so.

“Is there a new fashion trend I’m not aware about? It makes you look so much older than you are, mom.” Dick says casually as she gapes at him, his what actually is an innocent comment making her insides turn.

“For your information I happen to like it.”

She hates it.

She swallows it down, hand coming up the scarf wrapped around her head, checking if no hair is peeking out as she gets back to scolding Robin about how he’s going to be late.

A few weeks pass and she’s pulling hair out of the drain, stuffing it down the trash deep down as tears brim in her eyes. She’s looking at herself in the mirror, skin like wet cloth hugging her bones as she sighs, wondering at how the bloody hell shes going to cover this up. For the next few days Bruce is busy, and she’s never been so relieved to be alone in bed, coughing blood and crying her eyes out.

She gets a wig, expensive one too, gluing eyelashes to her bare skin, tainting her cheeks the rosiest red that she can find for the charity ball she has to attend. Bruce is still busy and yet again she’s relieved, hell, she’d never want to be apart from her husband, but here she is, trying her best to smile at the rich folks. She gets in a good hour before she’s completely beat, she’s stumbling over to the bathroom, calling her assistant to help her leave quietly to the hospital.

She wakes up around 5 am, chest aching, tubes and IV’s attached to her, her assistant gone missing. And then she nearly fights the doctor to let her leave, she’ll have surgery the next day and before that she just needs to see her boys. And so when the sun finally rises, a beautiful Sunday morning she’s looking around.

She’s in the kitchen again, not only a scarf but one of Bruce’s old hoodies hiding her head as she prepares breakfast, Alfred out on his own person business. All of the others are here though — her boys. Jason, of course, is bickering with Tim, who’s not really giving him much of a response, Dick stands by Y/N as he informs Damian about one of his times as Robin, the son of Batman rolling his eyes at his brother. Y/N smiles, this is what she wanted to see, yes, there’s a chance the surgery will go good, but if not — this is what she wanted to see before she goes.

She’s spreading jelly on the peanut butter sandwich as her husband enters the kitchen, her smile only widening, it feels like ages since she’s seen him. But he doesn’t return it, he’s clutching a daily planet newspaper in his fist as he looks at his wife; her face is drawn on, to make her look happy and not dead, head hid behind layers of clothing, the skin that he can see, her wrists and hands, are skeleton like, only skin and bones to be exact. And he’s even shaking his head slowly, the boys looking at him confused before he slams the article on the table in front of them.

Y/N catches a glimpse of it and she’s gasping, her name is printed out in bright read, and so is her sickness. And she’s wincing, not only does the actual cancer is aching, but so is her heart — her assistant ratted her out to the press for the money. And now the entire fucking world knows.

“Take it off.” Bruce is in front of her now, Y/N looking at his blue eyes that aren’t blue at all anymore — there’s thunder and lightning, the storm brewing inside them making the woman uneasy.

“Surely this can’t be true, it’s just what papers do, like, click bait and stuff?” Tim says before she can even do anything and now her heart is cracking completely.

So she takes it off, minutes taking hours it seems as she pushes the hood off, unwrapping her scarf to reveal her bald head as she looks down in shame, the room filling with suffocating silence.

“How could you not tell us?” Jason immediately fires, fists balled up.

“I was going to! That’s why I invited you all for breakfast.. I wanted to see my family together one last time.” She murmurs, disappointed at herself, crystal beads filling her eyes as she’s trying her best not to sob.

“H-how long have you been hiding it?” Dick asks.

“A month or so, maybe a little longer.”

“My wife has cancer for over a month and I fail to notice—”

“No! I hid it well, it’s none of your fault, I pick up on your detective things you know, I know how to trick. I just didn’t want you to worry..”

“Worry? Y/N, you can’t go through these things alone, Jesus, I can’t believe I didn’t notice, please tell me you at least have good news, that it’s not all that bad, that you might actually make it—” He cuts himself with a sob and everyone’s eyes are on him as Bruce hugs Y/N, wrapping his so much bigger frame around her so tight as if she could disappear any second.

“I— I don’t know, they’re going to try and remove as many tumors as they can tomorrow, but there’s no promises, don’t get your hopes up.” She says, rubbing her husband’s back as the boys look back at her sadly.

“But you’re going to fight, aren’t you?” Damian says, Y/N squeezing out a smile to the youngest.

“You can count on it.”

Dear Friend,

August 30, 2016

I don’t want to be alone anymore - not after last night.
Today is harder than usual because I finally got to see the boy I’m in love with.
I finally got to see Him.

I’m alone in my room.
The silence is louder than usual.
How do you shut out the silence?
Is that even possible?
I don’t know how, but my overthinking clouded most of the silence when I started thinking about Him.

I want to think about the good times that we’ve been having - especially last night.
I need more good memories to replace the old one’s that I can’t let go.
The one’s that bring tears to my eyes each time I think about them.
He broke my heart once and I don’t want him to do it again.

Things were getting so perfect for me.
I was finally slowly letting go of him.
I was finally almost fully healed.
But then he shows up in my life again and I welcome him with open arms.
Then things get difficult for me once more.
Because one night alone with him is never enough.
I want him and all of him all the time.
I never want to let him go.
Thankfully, I’ve been seeing him more often now because he moved back here to our hometown.
But I can’t help but think he will just leave me the same way he did before - without notice or warning.
I’m just making the most out of the time that I have with him while I can.

At first, I thought he was just visiting for a while, but he failed to mention that he was staying here for a few months.
I was surprised when he told me this.
Hearing this news was a bittersweet moment for me.
Of course I was very happy that we would be able to see each other more often, but I was also cautious and sad that he could potentially get back with his ex-girlfriend.

The same night he told me he was moving back home, he did mention that he talked to her, but they came to an agreement that they wouldn’t talk to each other anymore.
I will admit I was a little relieved to hear this.
Not just for me, but for him too.
I feel like she was holding onto him only for her own security that this new guy she likes wouldn’t work out in the end.
I think that’s just wrong for her to do.
These are just my assumptions though.
Who knows why she was keeping him in her life.
I just hope he does try to move on from her.
I want him to be happy.
I always want to see him smile.
I just hope I can be that person that makes him happy and smile and laugh.

I’m just glad he’s back in my life.
Back when he was with his girlfriend and living here, I’d see him (literally) once every three - six months.
I thought it was going to be like before, but that wasn’t the case when he came over for the first time since moving back.
I can’t stop thinking about it…
I can’t stop thinking about all the fun we had last night.
New good memories to replace the old bad ones.

I was laying down on my bed about to cry.
I felt so overwhelmed with school, work, money and my loneliness.
Everything was just pouring in all at once.
And there was nothing but silence around me.
I was just about to shed a tear when my phone vibrated.
I looked at my phone.
He texted me!

The anxiety kicked in.

Yeah?…” I responded.

“What are you doing?” He asked.
My heart started pounding.

I’m just laying down.”

“Is it cool if I go over?”
My hands started to shake.

“Yeah, sure.”

“On my way.”
My legs started to quiver.

A few minutes passed and there he was at my doorstep.
I missed him so much.
I know I had just seen him about a month before - when I went to visit him, but that month felt like an eternity.

He looked adorable as always.
He was wearing a black shirt with gray skinny jeans and black boots.
He did look a little different with his beard though.
That was the only thing different about him.
I had never seen that much facial hair on him before.
It took me a little while to get used to it.
I’m not a fan of beards.
I gave him a hug and we walked to my room.

He sat down at the edge of my bed with something in his hand.
I was so distracted by his eyes that I didn’t realize he brought back a pair of shorts I let him borrow when I saw him last month.  

Before he gave them to me he said, “Alex, I’m sorry if these have any bed bugs on them. And I’m also sorry if they infest your bed and your house.”

I laughed.
”What? What do you mean? Are you being serious?”

He laughed too and got a little shy.
He looked down at the shorts and continued, “Yeah. Before I left the apartment, we had a problem with bed bugs. They were crawling everywhere. But I washed them before I came here. I even used hot water.”

I laughed again, sat next to him, picked up his chin and looked into his green eyes.
”Oh my God. Don’t worry about it. I’m sure there’s no bed bugs in these shorts. And if there is, it’s okay! I’ll just blame you for everything.”
I patted him on the back and smiled.
He started to laugh again.
I could tell he didn’t feel uncomfortable anymore.
He gave me the shorts and I put them away in my drawer.

I started to scratch my hand.
”Oh wow. Maybe you’re right. There are bed bugs in those shorts!”

He smiled and shouted, “Shut up!”

”Sorry. I had to do it. It was just too easy. But okay. I’ll stop.”

I sat down next to him again and we talked for a few moments.
He said he wanted to go out for a while and do something.
So, we did.

Our first stop was a place called Sonic.
It’s this drive-in fast food restaurant that sells really good drinks.
They also have a playground area with sand and an area to play volleyball.

We got down to the playground area.
It was a very hot and humid night (it was my awful idea to get down and I instantly regretted it).
To cool off, I got myself my favorite cherry lime cream slush and he got a cherry slush.
He never even heard of a cream slush.

”It’s like a slush mixed with ice cream,” I tried to explain.

”That sounds gross, Alex,” he said with that stare I love and hate at the same time.
It’s so compelling and sexy.

”What?! It’s not gross! It’s my favorite drink.”

”It sounds gross,” he repeated.

They brought out our order.
I had to make him try my cherry lime cream slush.

”Okay. That’s good!” He said.

”See! I told you!”

”You made it sound gross though. It’s not really ‘mixed,’” he air quoted and continued. “It’s more like blended. They blend the ice cream with the slush.”

I rolled my eyes.
”Okay. Well excuse me for using the wrong terminology.”
We both laughed.

Soon afterward, we debated on what to do next.
It was either an exploration to Target or Walmart.
We would’ve chosen the former, but the store was closing soon.
To Walmart it was!

Now, I know most people would probably think, “What the hell do you do at Walmart at 12:00am?”
To be honest, you can’t really do much.
It’s who you’re with that that question really matters.
I wasn’t bored with him there.
I was just happy that I was spending time with the boy of my dreams.
I didn’t care where I was, so long as I was with him.
We were looking around cracking stupid jokes and I will admit I was being a little sassy with him.
The best part though was that he was being sassy right back.
I liked that.
We explored many sections of this supermarket together.

First, it was the alcohol section.
We couldn’t buy anything because they didn’t sell after midnight.
It didn’t matter anyway.
I’m sure we weren’t going to drink.

Next was the TV and video game section.
We were just looking around, mostly.
I made a joke about getting him a big TV for his birthday.
We laughed.
Then he showed me some video games that he wanted to play.
I made a mental note of them for later.

Then, we went to the toy section.
While I was looking at Power Rangers figurines, he decided to play with the smallest soccer ball he could find.
It looked funny because of his big black boots.
“He’s such a little weirdo,” I thought.
“But he’s my weirdo.”
He kicked it around and through the isles and somehow “accidentally” hit my butt with it.

When he was done with the soccer ball, he amused himself with a hula hoop.
I saw him attempt to do it – he failed.
It was quite tragic.
He didn’t know how to do it, but he tried his best.
Hell, it was way better than what I would’ve done, so I shouldn’t judge.
It was cute seeing him swing his hips around.

Lastly, we went to the book section to find nothing interesting.
So to kill more time, we went to the men’s clothing section so he could look at some t-shirts.
We were not there for much longer.

We finally left our little late night adventure.
We arrived at my house moments later.
I had a little surprise waiting for him there.
It was his birthday last week, so I had a few things for him.

I actually had sent him a card with part of his gift in the mail.
I never got a thank you from him which worried me about the gifts.
I was getting really scared that he didn’t get it.
Coincidentally, the card that I sent him was sent back to me yesterday.
Apparently I put the wrong address.
Everything happens for a reason, and this was definitely for the better.

When he walked into my room, he made himself comfortable and sat down on the same spot from earlier on my bed.
I was starting to get nervous.
I didn’t know how to give him his gifts.
I wanted to surprise him, so I asked him to close his eyes.
His reaction wasn’t what I expected.
He frowned and shrugged his shoulders and asked, “Why?”
I assumed he thought I wanted to kiss him, so I told him to cover himself with my blanket.
He did just that.

I went into my closet to get his surprise gifts and laid them neatly in front of him.
“Okay, you can take off the blanket now,” I said.
He threw the blanket out of the way and looked down.
“Happy birthday!” I shouted awkwardly while I presented him with his gifts.  
In front of him was the card that got sent back to me, a book called The Reason, and a gift from Sephora.

He saw the book first.
He had the biggest smile.
I loved it.
I loved looking at him when he was so happy.
“Oh my god. I can’t believe you got this stuff for me. And you got me the book! Thank you!” He said while giving me a really tight hug.

When he let go, the next thing he was curious about was what was in the Sephora bag (he’s always one that wants to take care of his skin, but just doesn’t care to spend money on that kind of stuff).
He took out the tissue paper and saw that I got him a cleanser, as well as a konjac sponge to exfoliate his face.
He had that big beautiful smile on his face again.
“Thank you Alex,” he paused looked into my eyes and continued, “Seriously.”
“You’re very welcome,” I replied.

Lastly, he finally looked at the card in an envelope with his name on it and a return address.
I had to explain to him what happened.
I was a little embarrassed about it because I supposedly put the wrong address, but when he saw it, he said that it was correct.
I don’t how that happened, but I’m glad the post office sent it back.
Because his reaction after reading the card was worth the wait.

The card I got him was cute in my opinion.
I can’t recall exactly what it read, but it was a game controller with a cute phrase.
Inside the card was two gift cards wrapped in a little paper note I decided to write separately.
To be honest, I didn’t know if he was going to keep the card, and I also didn’t know what he would do to it if he did keep it.
I was worried that someone in his family would get nosey and read the personal things I wrote him.
So, that’s why I decided to write him something separate from the card.

On the card, I wrote: I hope you have a great and wonderful birthday. You really deserve it. You’re an amazing person and a great friend. I’m glad to have you in my life. Happy birthday!

On the note, I wrote: So one day I asked you what do you want for your birthday. You jokingly told me, “Buy me groceries.” I didn’t take it as a joke. So, inside this card is a gift card to H-E-B. Go buy yourself some groceries.
He could’ve asked for anything.
Clothes, a game, shoes, cologne – hell, just anything!
But instead of saying any of those things, (or just about anything I could think of) he said, “Buy me groceries.”

He’s such a weirdo.
But he’s my weirdo

Things like that make me laugh, and smile, and remind me as to why I like him so much.
He didn’t react when he read this, but when he saw the gift card afterward he laughed and said, “Oh my god you actually got me groceries?! Thank you Alex.”

He continued reading the separate note I gave him.
It was really quiet, and it was making me feel a little nervous.
All I could remember at the time, was that I wrote how much I care for him and that I just want to see him happy.

Moments passed and he just looked at me; speechless and breathless.
He couldn’t stop smiling, and that in return made me smile.
He reached over to me and hugged me once more.
This time, it was different.
I could tell he didn’t want to let me go.
And when I hugged him tighter, he pulled me even closer to him.
He was holding me so tight that he could’ve suffocated me.
But I liked it.
I liked that he didn’t want to let me go.
If I could relive a moment in my life, this moment would definitely be one I’d come back to.

He told me thank you for the last time and slowly let me go.
We looked into each other’s eyes and I swear I wanted to kiss him.
I thought it was a perfect moment, but I knew I shouldn’t.
I knew I had to wait.

After that moment, I was happy.
I felt accomplished.
I felt good.
I felt important.
He’s never looked at me in that way before last night.
I didn’t need anything more, but the night wasn’t over and it just kept getting better.

We talked a lot.
About our problems.
About our futures.
About our feelings.
We cuddled.
We held hands.
We looked into each other’s eyes.
We felt each other’s heartbeat.
This was going on for hours, but it only felt like minutes.
I cherished every single moment of it.

It was 4AM.
I thought it was too late for him to go home so tired.
I insisted that he stayed over, but only if he was okay with it.
He was.
I got up and got some clothes for him to change into.
He walked to the bathroom, changed, and in a few moments was back in my room to join me on my bed.

The rest of the night involved a lot more cuddling.
This time, we were under a ton of sheets to keep ourselves warm from my cold room.
I had my arm around his chest and my legs on top of his.
My head was resting on his shoulder.
I was listening to him breathe.
It was really heavy.
I moved my hand closer to his chest.
I felt his heartbeat.  
It was beating faster than normal.
Was he nervous?” I thought to myself.

“Hey. Can I ask you something?” I said.

“Yeah. Of course. Anything.”

I looked into his eyes.
The room was dark, but I could still see the glow in his eyes.
It’s as if they illuminate on their own.
He was staring back at me.
My anxiety started kicking in again.
Before I let it take over me, I asked him the question.
“Can I kiss you?”

He paused.
“Yeah. You can.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. I’m sure. You can kiss me.”

I kept my eyes locked on his.
My left hand found it’s way behind his left ear, tussling his hair.
My right hand found it’s way to his face, caressing his cheek.
Just before I pulled him closer, he reached over to my lips and kissed me.
I pulled away, looked at him again to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.
It was still him.
I leaned towards him to kiss him again.
And again.
And again…

I didn’t want the night to end.
But as the night got older, a new day started to begin.
I couldn’t believe that this was happening.
I’m kissing the boy of my dreams.
It was so perfect.
It was so magical.
I can’t remember the last time I was this happy.

When my thoughts stopped overflowing, I stopped and said, “It’s getting late. We should really go to sleep now.”

“Yeah. I know. Thank you for everything tonight. I really don’t deserve you as a friend,” he said.

“Yes you do. You deserve to be happy. You deserve the world.”
He gave me a cocky smile.
And I mirrored that smile.

I gave him one last hug and one last kiss.
“Goodnight Alex.”
I turned around and for once in a very long time, I fell asleep with a smile on my face.  

Love always,


Originally posted by hermosadani

A/N: omgomgomg after a billion years I finally finished my first full length fic *applause* Anyways ty to the beautiful network of people that are the #1 hype squad @smols-n-tols. I hope you guys enjoy~

Pairing: NCT’s Ten x Reader

Genre: Angst/Fluff/Slight Humor? Just Another Soulmate!AU ™

Word Count: roughly 4k

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Request: I would love if you could write me an imagine. I don’t really care about what it is or with which boy.

Hello lovelies! It’s been awhile since I’ve written anything and I’m so sorry for that)): life has been hectic and just super busy dealing with things. But I’m going to start writing again. And my writing is a little rusty from lack of writing so heads up on that. Requests will be open if you would like to request something!

All the love, Marie!Xx


Three years.

Three years of laughter, pointless fights, 2 a.m adventures to ihop or mcdonald’s, late night talks about anything and everything.

All gone.

She knew he left her when she came home one day to their shared apartment. She was humming to her favorite song(which happens to be Harry’s single), while closing the door with a huge smile on her face.

But her smile vanished when she turned around and felt like something was wrong. The living room looks more empty and the coat rack does, too.

She drops her bag to the floor and slowly walks up the stairs to their shared bedroom and that’s when it hits her.

He’s gone.

She knows he’s gone because his drawers are opened and there’s no clothes in them. She quickly walks to the closet and sees that his expensive silk shirts are gone.

Her lips trembled and tears poured out of her eyes and she sat on the bed for the rest of the day.

That was three weeks ago.

Now she sits in a coffee shop drinking her coffee with her sketchbook on the table and earbuds in, bopping her head to the best of the song.

She sees a person sitting across from her and notices the brown hair and blue eyes. She doesn’t know why he’s here sitting with her.

“Are you going to pretend that I’m not here?”

She sighed and closed her sketchbook and took out her earbud. “Hi Niall,” she smiled a small smile. “How are you?”

“Confused. ”

She furrows her eyebrows. “Uh…why are you confused?”

He leans forward and tangles his hands together in front of him. “Y'see, my best mate told me that you broke things off with him and told him to pack his stuff and leave. But seeing you now, you look miserable. So, I’m confused as to why you look miserable when you’re the one that left him. ”

She was shocked, really. She didn’t know what to say to that. Her mouth just kept on opening and closing for five minutes before she let out a humorless laugh.

“He said that?” She asked in disbelief. She sook her head. “Well, let me tell you the truth Niall. Harry left me. He broke it off with me, not the other way around. Hell! He didn’t even break things off with me, he just packed his things and left to god knows where!” She was fuming by the end of her rambling.

“He made me think that I did something wrong, that I’m the cause of this and why he left. Like I’m not good enough. Do you know what that feels like? Feeling like you’re not good enough for someone you love so much that you’d take a bullet for them? Do you know what it’s like knowing that the person you love so damn much doesn’t love you back? What hurt the most was that he couldn’t tell me, he just packed and left. "She was crying by the end of her rambling and Niall was by her side in two seconds.

"He’s in the car,” he muttered after a couple of minutes of Y/N crying and Niall soothing her.

She sniffed and pulled away from Niall. “What?”

Niall wiped the tears away from her cheeks and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “He’s in the car right now. He’s been staying at my place for the past three weeks and hasn’t really left the house. ”

“I…I wanna talk to him. "She said hesitantly.

"Are you sure?”

She nodded. They stood up and collected their things before heading outside to his car. Her breath got caught in her throat when she saw him sitting in the front seat with a huge hoodie on and the hood on his head, his head bowed down, probably on his phone.

Niall squeezed her shoulder and gave her a soft smile. “I’ll be inside, yeah?”

She nodded and walked toward the drivers side. She took in a deep breath before opening the door, hopping in and closing it.

Without looking up, Harry said, “took you long enough to get your coffee. ”

“Took you long enough to pack your things and leave. ”

His head snapped up when he heard her voice. His breath hitched and his phone fell from his hands, which are now shaking.

“Wh..what are you doing here? Where’s Niall?” He stammered, looking out the window instead of her eyes.

“Harry, please look at me. It’s been three weeks. What did I do? Was I not enough? Is there someone else? I’m sorry for asking all these questions, but I just need to know what I did wrong or why I wasn’t enough. I do-,”

His eyes squeezed shut when he heard her voice crack. His bottom lip trembled and his hands formed to fists.

“I don’t understand. Help me understand. "She cried.

His heart broke when he turned to look at her and her hand was covering her mouth, tears steaming down her cheeks and sobs escaping her. A single tear rolled down his cheeks.

"No, you don’t get to cry! You left me! You packed your things and left without an explanation. It made me jump to conclusions about how I’m not good enough or what I did wrong. Do you know what it’s like to feel like you did something wrong? Do you know what it feels like to not be good enough for a person!? No, you do-,”

“I do, I fucking do, Y/N. I’m not good enough for you! I leave you for months and come back only for a day or two and go off to L.A. What kind of boyfriend does that?” He sounded so disappointed in himself for doing that to her.

She sighed and closed her eyes. She never thought of the reasons why he would leave. She just thought that she wasn’t good enough for Harry when really, he thought he wasn’t good enough for her.

She grabbed his hand that was resting on his knee and brought it up to her lips where she pressed a kiss on.

“Harry, why didn’t you just talk to me about it? You didn’t have to leave. "She mumbled, still hurting from when Harry left with no explanation.

Before Harry could answer, Niall jumped in the back seat and sent them an apologetic smile. "Sorry, people were starting to crowd so I had to get in. ”

Y/N just grumbled and switched spots with Niall so he could drive her back to her place. The car ride was silent except for the music playing softly in the background. Niall squirmed in his seat because of his uncomfortable he felt being in the car with the two people he cares about the most.

When Niall stopped at her house, she didn’t say goodbye or anything, she just jumped out of the car and walked to her door.

She expected Harry to get down and follow her inside so they can finish their conversation, but when she looked over her shoulder and saw Harry looking at her with tears running down his cheeks, she knew she couldn’t change his mind.

This was the end of Y/N and Harry.

anonymous asked:

does ambw have to be off anon? i'm willing to do that. can i suggest an ambw w/ rm and V where Candi (oc) is a great dancer and they find her really attractive but she's pretty shy. but she wants them too. it can be kinda rough, have fun with it. :)

Dance with Me:

Candi smiled nervously as she made her way into the bighit building looking around with excitement. She looked at her phone at the message about her audition following the long of girls and guys that were waiting outside of the studio. She started to breathe in and out of her nose deeply as she waited for her chance to come.

Candi had passed an online audition to come and dance for BTS is Korea. If she did well today she would be their backup dancer and she felt that her dream would finally come true. She had gotten everything paid for by them so of course she wouldn’t turn something like this down. But her only regret is that she wore her black spandex shorts with a long sleeved white under armor shirt, if she could redo this whole thing maybe she would’ve put on pants because the way the girls were eyeing her figure made her a bit shy.

But she knew she had looks, so instead of letting herself stress it out too much she combed through her hair letting her song play in her mind. She was going to do a dance to I’m on by Omarion and she knew that she had it down packed. She walked up slowly as the line moved watching people coming out the room with tears and she didn’t know if it was good or bad but it didn’t look like many were passing. She was also seeing quite the number of blacks as well as herself and she felt a bit better about being there. 

When it was Candi’s turn she walked in the room looking around before she looked in the center seeing all of BTS sitting at a table and she felt her heart drop. They were so handsome in person and she could feel the tears in her eyes, but before she could completely make a fool of herself, their manager came and helped her set up what she needed. 

She bowed at the members before the song started and she started to dance her heart out as if these were just any other guys at her house or at her local dance studio. She even had parts of the song where she shook her ass and turned her back to them. She didn’t know if this would be her only chance or not so she had to do it all. When the song was over she leaned over bracing her hands on her knees hearing claps and cheers from the table making her look at them and smile. 

“Wow.. Is it Candi? I think you did wonderful.. One of the best we’ve seen here so far. I have a few questions for you, if you don’t mind.” Rap monster spoke up eyeing the girl with clear interest and want. He wanted that girl. She was beautiful brown skin, nice figure, lovely hair. He didn’t even care if it was real or not, he’d still pull it. Her ass shaking caused quite the stir in his pants and he would be lying if he said he wasn’t having perverted thoughts about the girl. 

“Y-yes it’s Candi and sure ask away.. Oppa.” She said blushing softly not knowing if she should say that or not and everyone in the room smiled at her politeness and Rap Monster felt his pants stiffen up more as he coughed. 

“Are you flexible? With your schedule and with your limbs. And if we hire you, will you work hard to please us no matter what?” Namjoon asked having a deeper hidden meaning under all of his questions.

“I came from the States everything was paid for, but I have my things packed because I knew it could go either way and a apartment ready to buy today if I get this. So I can be ready to work today. I am very flexible, I have been dancing forever so the limbs just got right. And I would love to please you, to please all of BTS in anyway possible no matter if it hurts, I’ll get through it!” She smiled brightly.

Taehyung groaned softly knowing what Namjoon was up to but this girl was so oblivious he just wanted to push her against the wall for being so cute and it added to her overall appeal. Namjoon nearly moaned out loud when she said she would do it even if it hurted and he wanted to test her theory out. He looked around the table seeing Taehyung shift a bit and they shared a brief look of understanding before Namjoon eyed the girl again. 

“Candi, let Taehyung lead you to a dance practice room, I want you to start today, and I will come check on you guys soon.” Namjoon said with a nod before all of BTS stood up and congratulated her. 

Candi screamed jumping up and down in happiness that everything worked out her way, watching as Taehyung smirked and walked to her leaning down to whisper in her ear. “I hope you’re ready to get sore.” He coed softly before he walked out the room. 

Candi blushed but she followed the taller male down the hall, squealing when her grabbed her hand to keep her close to him, looking at all the fans looking at her with rage and dirty looks and she knew already things would come up behind this, but honestly she didn’t care. She was now a dancer for BTS and one of her favorites was holding her hand. 

Taehyung turned the corner getting in an elevator with the girl looking down at her. “I’m glad I got to meet you, you’re going to relieve so much stress.” He said licking his lips and Candi watched him finding herself thinking dirty thoughts about him but she would keep it to herself as she nodded.

Candi walked behind him when the elevator stopped looking around at all the practice rooms watching as Taehyung opened up one and quickly pushed her against a cold mirror causing her to yelp and look at him with wide eyes. 

“O-oppa what are you doing?!” She asked groaning when he kissed her lips, placing his plump ones on her own and she pulled back pushing at his chest before she felt herself blushing and glaring. “I-I am not that kind of girl, I came here to dance not to be a fucktoy.” She said with a whisper softly sighing when Tae cupped her chin making her look at him.

“I don’t want you to be a fucktoy. I want you to be my friend, maybe more, and my dancer. But can you blame me for wanting you after I had to watch you bounce that ass.. Maybe you should bounce it on my dick.” Taehyung said letting his voice drop lower and Candi shivered looking down at his crotch smirking slowly as she cupped his member. 

“Oh my, Candi made you hard didn’t she? I’m so sorry oppa. I’ll fix it..” Candi said lifting his shirt up before she kissed his lips pushing him against the mirror, reversing their position and Taehyung moaned into the kiss, leaning his hands down to grab at her ass pushing her closer to him, surprised when she broke the kiss and started to trail her mouth down his body. 

Taehyung grabbed at Candi’s hair as she got on her knees and undid his sweats pulling them down with his boxers. Taehyung groaned watching as she grabbed his dick starting to pump it slowly before she wrapped her lips around it sucking his head and he let his hand rest firmly behind the back of her head, letting her know she wasn’t going to get out of this. He started to thrust into her mouth slowly watching as she took him through her lips letting him hit the back of her throat as she swallowed. 

Candi kept her eyes on Taehyung letting him fuck her mouth as she swirled her tongue around his member trying to find his sensitive spots. She heard the door open and when she jumped and tried to pull back Taehyung roughly pushed her head back down his dick making her choke a bit as he held her head watching as Namjoon entered the room. “It looks like someone wants to play with us.” Taehyung said watching as Namjoon stripped off his shirt and knowing him, he didn’t have on boxers. 

Candi watched Taehyung would wide eyes groaning when he released her, and she looked behind her seeing Namjoon leaning against the wall adjacent to them. She felt her cheeks flush as the dimpled male made his way to her not saying anything to her just pushing her down on the ground. 

“I want you.. And I don’t have much in me for foreplay. Oppa is very needed and we need to make this round quick because you need three more members to dance with you. But I will give you this, you’re something to make me want you, I never go after dancers, and I promise you will be the only one I touch. Now be a good girl and strip.” Namjoon commanded pulling back. 

Candi nodded her head as she got on her knees, taking off her long sleeved shirt before her bra throwing it to the side, then laying on her back as she stripped herself of her shorts and soaking panties. Namjoon smiled undoing his jogging pants before he looked up at Taehyung. 

“Do you want her mouth again or do you want her pussy?” Namjoon asked. 

“I got to feel that wonderful tongue. Now you should, I want to fuck her pussy.” Taehyung said quickly putting her on her knees watching as she looked back at him, his hands coming up to jiggle and slap at her ass cheeks spreading her legs wide as he rubbed his fingers up and down her pink folds watching as Namjoon took down his pants laying down in front of the girl. 

Candi crawled up a bit letting her tongue lick around Namjoon’s member, her hand trying to fist him as she sucked on his head harshly tasting some of his salty and sweet precum. She shuddered letting her head bob up and down his member slowly as she felt Taehyung enter inside of her. Candi moaned around Namjoon’s member causing him to thrust his hips up to make his member slide down her throat. 

Taehyung groaned at how tight she was his hands grabbing at her breast pulling on her nipples as he started to slowly thrust into her tight walls, his dick marking her insides as his territory. Taehyung moaned when she started to roll her hips back, his mouth starting to kiss up her spine as he fucked her a bit harder and faster watching as she took Namjoon deeper. 

Namjoon threaded his fingers in her hair thrusting his hips faster into her mouth, holding her eye contact as she started to slurp and moan around his member, her teeth grazing across his flesh and Namjoon rolled his head back not wanting to be to loud. He started to buck his hips a bit faster inside of her mouth trying to keep his pace with Taehyung.

Candi started to moan like crazy around Namjoon’s length letting her jaw relax as he fucked her mouth and Taehyung fucked her pussy. Both males were stretching her really good and she was enjoying every moment of it. She bounced her pussy back on Taehyung’s dick as she started to drip more her walls tightening around him as she felt her orgasm coming closer. 

Her stomach tightened up as she felt Taehyung starting to pound into her pussy his hands coming down to spank her ass, turning her ass red as Namjoon continued to thrust up into her throat making her mouth sore as she continued to make loud lewd slurping noises around his dick. 

Taehyung reached down starting to rub Candi’s clit harshly wanting to get her off first. He saw her arch her back a bit and he smirked curving his dick upwards to hit her spot dead on with each thrust his hand getting wetter from her juices as she squirmed around, moaning louder around Namjoon’s dick and Taehyung could they were all getting close. 

Candi arched her back cumming first on Taehyung’s dick as he pounded against her spot erasing her thoughts of how to do anything right, her pussy clamping down on his member as she felt him cum inside of her with a groan and she was so happy she was on the pill. She took his cum deep inside of her rolling her eyes a bit as some spilled down her legs. 

Namjoon watched the scene in front of him, Taehyung grabbing at her shoulders slamming her back slowly on his dick and Namjoon couldn’t help but cum in her mouth from the way she continued to make noise around his dick causing him to release a lot.

“Candi~!” Namjoon moaned out quietly as he watched her slurp up all of his cum and clean him off. Namjoon pulled out of her mouth pulling her face to his, kissing her lips deeply as he tasted himself shoving his tongue into her mouth. 

“Yeah… I think Taehyung has a lot more dancing skills to teach us both.” Namjoon said with a smirk, which he would use that lie to get the three of them to have fun a lot and Taehyung nodded his head liking that plan a whole lot.



Perfect life.

Requested by the lovely @erinisobellaaa :)

Where y/n is a world famous actress.

I hope I did your request justice and I hope you enjoy :)

All the love,




It was going to be a busy day- a super busy day infact. Y/N’s day is filled with interviews for a press tour for her up an coming movie.

She didn’t mind doing interviews, in fact she actually really enjoys doing them, the only down side to the interviews is that they last all day long meaning she doesn’t get to see her long time boyfriend Harry as much as she would like to.

Harry didn’t have as busy of a day that Y/N has, he only has one or two interviews to do through out the day.

It can be hard on both of them but they manage. They love each other too much to let something as simple as Press tours and tours in general break them apart.


“Firstly thank you for being here”

The interviews smiled at y/n as he quickly looked through his notes, clearly nervous.

“Thank you for having me”

Y/N replied with a warm smile on her face, reassuring the interviewer that he is doing okay.

“It’s our pleasure. Okay so tell me about your movie, it’s a rom com something you haven’t done before correct?”

Y/N smiled at the interviewers new found confidence before pausing for a moment- thinking about what to say.

This went on for another 15 minuets, the interviewer asking her questions about her new role and Y/N answering the best she could without giving anything away about the plot.

It was the last question when the interview we decided to mention Harry.

“ So this is my last question, it’s known to pretty much everyone that you are in a relationship with Mr Harry Styles and I just wanted to ask how do you deal with filming and being away from Harry”

Y/N perked up at the mention of her loves name, a faint blush crept onto her face as she began thinking of him.

“ It’s hard I won’t deny that, but I think it helps that he’s a singer and he goes on tours as well because he gets what it’s like, we both deal with distance in different ways. We FaceTime each other everyday so we never not see each other. He’s actually here in L.A at the moment which is nice as it means I get to se him”

Y/N began to blush when we she realised that was the longest answer she’s given and it wasn’t even about her movie.

“That’s good to hear, you two seem to be really in love and that’s refreshing to see in the showbiz world”


“It’s been lovely speaking to you Harry we have one more question if that’s alright with you”

This interview hasn’t really gone well for Harry, the interviewer has been asking some really boring questions that’s he’s heard over and over.

“Of course it’s fine ask a way”

“You’ve has some really good feedback on your acting in Dunkirk I was wondering if your girlfriend helped you in anyway since she’s an actress”

A grin spread on Harry’s face at the mention of his girlfriend. Now that’s a question that Harry would be willing to answer. His mood visibly picked up at the mention of Y/N, even when she’s not there in person she still makes Harry’s heart skip a beat.

“She helped me a lot, she was always there for me throughout the whole process, sometimes I’d call her if I wasn’t feeling good about my lines, it would be like 3am back in London and she’d still answer and give me advice. She never didn’t answer, without her I don’t think I’d would of did as well as I did”

The interviewer smiled at Harry in awe over how highly he speaks of y/n.

“You really love her don’t you”

A blush crept onto Harry’s features, his heart rate quickening.

“I do I really do”


“So I imagine you get asked a lot of questions regarding your relationship with your boyfriend Harry, does it ever get tiring being asked about Harry”

This question offended Y/N, how could anyone think she would get tired of being asked about Harry. If y/n had it her way she’d only answer questions about Harry.
Y/N bit her lip before answering-desperately trying to compose herself before she says anything rude.

“No it doesn’t, I love answering questions about Harry as it gives me an excuse to think about him, the only downside I’d say is that if I’m not with him it makes me miss him more but it defiantly doesn’t get tiring”

The day was done and Y/N was exhausted all she wanted to do was sleep. She even feel asleep in the Uber ride to her hotel room. The only thing keeping her awake is that fact the she gets to see Harry after not seeing him for a month.

She swiped her key card and opened the door, she barely through the door when she was wrapped up by Harry’s arms.

“I miss you so much baby”

Y/N could cry, finally being in his arms after being apart for a month made her quite emotional.

“Are you crying love”

Harry pulled away ever so slightly so he can get a better look at his girlfriend. A slight from came onto his features when he noticed tears in her eyes.

“ I just missed you that’s all ”

Harry pulled her into his arms again and began stroking her hair- comforting her.

“Hey-hey we don’t need anything like that love I’m here your here that’s all that matters, when we’re together life’s perfect”

Y/N sniffles, trying her hardest to stop crying.

“ I know, I know I’m just exhausted and my emotions are on an all time high.”

“Well why don’t we get changed into some comfy clothes and get some sleep, I missed having you in my arms”

An hour passed and Y/N found her self unable to sleep, she didn’t know why because she was exhausted. She looked over at her sleeping boyfriend and began running her fingers through his hair.


Harry began to stir in his sleep before opening one eye to see his love staring at him.


Y/N smiled at Harry and lent forward to place a light kiss on his lips.

“I’m just really happy that’s all”


It’s Complicated part 2 - Theo Raeken

Summary: Theo comes back from hell to help the pack get Stiles back; You don’t necessarily have to read part 1 to get this 

Theo Raeken x Reader

Word count: 3,327

Author’s Note: Ever since I watched episode 9 of season 6 I wanted to one where Theo got taken by the ghost riders protecting Liam. I may do one with a alternate section where the reader gets taken instead but I don’t know yet. Also, there are a lot of scene changes in this. It’s hard to get multiple episode scenes into one story. Make my ego bigger and like and reblog :)

Side note: A lot of this is just straight dialogue from episodes 9 and 10 of season 6. Credit to those amaze ball writers and Jeff Davis.

Originally posted by unconditionalloveandunicornspawn

Theo stood still while you slowly made your way to him. For some reason you felt that if you moved too fast he would disappear. You looked over his face taking in every detail that you thought you would never get to see again. Your eyes glistened over as tears filled your eyes. Your hands reached up cupping Theo’s face in your hands unable to fully believe he was standing in front of you.

You glanced down at his lips for a brief second and that was all it took. Pulling Theo’s face towards yours, his lips smashed into you. Your lips moved in sync like you two haven’t been apart for even a day. Trying to catch your breath, you pulled apart letting your hands slide down to Theo’s chest. Theo was about to say something when you took a small step back and slapped him.

Liam and Hayden gasped at your unexpected action. Theo placed his hand on his check where you slapped him and turned to look at you.

“I deserved that.”

“What the hell is wrong with you,” you yelled at your boyfriend. “You just had to try to get the beast’s powers didn’t you?”

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About Magnus and Camille’s relationship

I like analyzing aspects so while we wait for the Shadowhunters TV Show to comeback I started writing things while rereading the books and rewatching the show. I’m sorry for the mistakes and the length (it’s REALLY long). If anyone is even interested to know more about things in general, I could go on and write about other aspects. If not, well, it will stay a one time thing.
Thanks to the @reivenesque, @sfjessii, @alyxhavok and my wuv (<3) for reading it and for the support!

I never particularly liked Camille, mainly for her superficiality and lack of concern for the ones who love her or are devoted to her. The fact that Magnus “falls in love” with her is not dictated by her personality, but it is more about the fact that she’s a vampire (hence immortal), fun to be with, and beautiful. Their relationship is not a healthy one by the end of it all, and I’m really proud of how Magnus handled it.
Let me explain.

Quotes from:

“The Clockword Prince” (second book of the “Infernal Devices” trilogy)
“The Fall of the Hotel Dumort” (in “The Bane Chronicles”, 7th story)
Shadowhunters TV Show - Season 1, Episode 13 “Morning Star”
Shadowhunters TV Show - Season 2, Episode 4 “Day of Wrath”

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When you watch them fall in love with someone else.

Request:  Hello, I just read your “When you watch them fall in love with someone else.” for iKon and was wondering if you could do that for BTS?

A/N: I have slightly upset myself, these sad ones are going to be the death of me. You are worth it but let’s all be sad together. 

Originally posted by syubbie


You would be sitting with him like you’ve done for so long but this time it would feel different, you were holding his hand but his heart and his mind seemed to be ten thousand miles away. You knew that they had been spending a lot of time with their new dancers but you couldn’t stop thinking about the one he kept bringing up. He talked about her like she was someone special and now looking at him watch her the way he was you knew that she was someone special. You started to tear up and turned your head away from the sight of them. He turned his head to looks at you, his eyes blank and his face unreadable. You knew that this was the beginning of the end.

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To Have and To Hold

Summary: Reid x Reader. She says she doesn’t want a relationship. He says he’s not ready for one. They both know that’s not true.

Author’s Note: I was having a hard time finding the words for a project I’m working on, and in an effort to warm up, this just sort of… happened. I thought I’d post it here and let you know I’m still thinking of you all and I love you and I wish I had more time to give, but anyways I’m rambling now, so yeah, here’s Wonderwall.

When the space they exist in starts to shift, wavering between friends and more, she’s honest with him.

“I’m not looking to be in a relationship with someone,” she says. “You know what it was like for me growing up. I just don’t think it’s possible for me to be with someone like that.” The father who wasn’t a good one, he knows all about that. The anger, the cheating, the fights. The brother who’d grown up to be exactly like him. In her experience, relationships in her family only knew how to end. How to end violently and painfully. “It’s not that I don’t trust you. I don’t trust me,” she explains.

Though it stings, Reid says, “I understand. I’m not sure I’m ready for that either.” He doesn’t have to say it, the words alone imply that Maeve’s death is still too recent, too fresh a wound. But he doesn’t tell her that if anyone makes him feel ready, it’s her. For her, he’d say yes in a heartbeat. For her, he would learn to believe again, to open up again. And so for her, he takes a step back. Watches as she tries to erase any progression of hearts, drawing tight lines around what they are and what they can’t be.

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