this is the point in the movie where my sister starts giggling

... And Action! (Bill Skarsgard X Reader)

anonymous requested: Oi ! i really like ur writings and was wondering if you do bill skarsgard/pennywise stuff ? if you do can you write a oneshot where Y/N plays the older sister (like shes in her twenties or smth) of beverly and pennywise kills her ? but Bill Skarsgard (he plays Pennywise) has a thing for Y/N and really hopes to impress her but it kinda goes wrong in someway ? idek but it’s been a idea i’ve had for ages ! thankss !  

Warnings: Spoilers -? Maybe? IT is a horror movie so, murder and choking. Also brief brief brief topics of vomit.

Word Count: 1880

A/N: I’m fully aware this is one shot is a bit bizarre and definitely a specific niche (not one that I share necessarily) but I feel like I need to preface this by saying this is simply just for fun. PSA Bev Marsh doesn’t have an older sister Y/N’s role is purely for this work

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Ever since Y/N got the call telling her she, Y/N L/N, was to play the part of Laura Marsh, her stomach still hasn’t unfolded itself. It was still all balled up in the pit of her lower abdomen, like she could hurl at any time. It had been there through the three months of filming they had done and she concluded that it would probably never leave.

Her character didn’t play much of a part in the loser’s club, but Y/N’s character was given her own story in the film. She was Laura Marsh, the real town ‘slut’  even though she often used her little sister Bev as a scapegoat. She hung out with Patrick Hocksetter and Henry Bower, and was usually one of Bev and the loser’s tormentors. Laura was a bitch by all standards of convention, even Y/N could admit, which was her death scene was supposed to be simultaneously terrifying and reliving.  

Y/N watched as the loser’s from her black chair as they played hand games and laughed together on the pavement. The blacktop was so hot! She thought, how the hell did they stand it? Y/N technically had only stopped being a kid three years ago (she was 21 now) but she still could never remember a time where she was so uncaring.

“Do ya’ know when they’re gonna start already? Jesus lets just get on with the scene already!” The slightly squeaky voice of Nicholas Hamilton (Henry Bowers) abruptly asked beside her. Three months ago she would’ve jumped, but now she didn’t even think about it. She heard a chair scraping against the ground and it groaned with the weight of Nick’s body. She turned and smiled at him, placing her thick and annotated script onto her lap. He was wearing an orange wife beater tanktop and Y/N could see redness on his shoulders beginning to form.

“Whoa I die in this scene! You want me gone that much, huh?” Y/N asked, feigning hurt as she chuckled lightly. It was the most unfortunate death for poor Laura Marsh, first she was kissed and then left by her boyfriend (which just so happened to be Henry Bowers) in the sewers of all places, then she was brutally ripped apart by a clown wearing his face. Y/N knew that the younger actor was anxious for his first on-screen make out (he had told her so time and time again) but she hoped the playful conversation would calm his nerves.  

Y/N was nervous too but for a different reason entirely. She was an experience actress, she had crossed all the necessary rights of passage, yet she was so nervous. Y/N had talked to Bill Skarsgard twice and she couldn’t shake her stupid, girlish crush. She hardly knew the guy for fuck’s sake! She had wanted so much to come from this movie, It was her first big production movie, but now she was most certainly gonna screw up. How the hell could she pretend to be terrified of the guy when she was secretly thinking ‘I want you to rub my mouth on your mouth’?

“No! No!” Nick assured, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “It’s not the death I’m looking forward to,” he whispered under his breath not so subtly. A few moments of hot silence followed before he reached over and grabbed the script from Y/N’s lap. He lazily fanned himself with it boyishly.

“You’ve got another coupla scenes after this so it’s not like you’re not going anywhere!” He joked as he tried in vain to cool himself off. His voice was shaking slightly and his laughs were constrained, like he wasn’t breathing in enough. Y/N cocked her eyebrow and waited for a few seconds before she made a lunge for her script. She, of course, missed it and hit her elbow on the wooden arm rest of his chair.

“C’mon why do you carry this thing anyhow? Everyone knows you memorized this thing cover to cover the instant you got it.” Nick teased stretching his arm away from Y/N as he peered at all of her highlights and somewhat embarrassing notes.

Y/N tried to crack a smile, but it was true, she did take it everywhere. How could she not? How else could she ensure she’d pull through? Besides was it so wrong for her to make sure everything went perfectly?

Nevertheless, she was beginning to suspect that Nick knew something that he shouldn’t, that sneaky little son of a bitch. She was about to reply with a typical snarky remark but she was interrupted by Andy (the director) shouting, “Y/N, Nick, and Bill - Scene 6 please!” Her heart sank as her body began to move without her brain’s consent. Nick had already jumped up and ran over to Andy enthusiastically. Meanwhile, Y/N’s thighs peeled up from her chair and she awkwardly waddled over to join them.

Andy took one glance at her before waving a makeup artist down and whispering in her ear. How ironic that this makeup artist looked like a scary clown herself, what with all that highlighter. The girl took a dry rag and began to dab Y/N’s face a bit, before she was pulled onto set by someone’s face she didn’t even get to see.

Nick grabbed Y/N’s hand and lightly guided her into position, awaiting Andy to shout “Action!” Y/N could still see the kids offscreen playing their hand games, but now one of them had begun throwing little balls of mud.  

“Alright! Is everyone in position?!” Andy asked looking around as if he were waiting for someone to point out a problem. He nodding to the man holding the slate, before loudly shouting “AND ACTION!”

Nick immediately pushed Y/N’s hips up against the walls of the sewers and she giggled obnoxiously. His lips roughly greeted hers in a strained, but very teenager, kiss. The kiss lasted only for a couple of seconds before he pulled away and wiped his mouth, following the script to a tee.

“You’re getting better.” He commented rudely and went back to give her another kiss. But Y/N’s character, Laura pushed his chest back, “What the fuck is that supposed to mean, Henry?” Y/N made sure to smack her lips together, to cock her head, and roll her eyes.

“It means that I thought sluts like you were supposedta’ be good at kissin’. But I guess sluts aren’t really known for their kissin’ anyways.” Again, Nick went in for a kiss, but Y/N pushed him back and feigned disbelief.  

Only open your mouth slightly, stop cocking your head, frown, stare, make your eyes water Y/N went through exactly what she had to do in the mirror time and time again, perfecting every part of her express- Crap, lower your chin and …. cry!

Nick glanced at her, though by now her character was balling. “You’re a fucking crazy bitch. You know that right? How much do you charge again?” He asked so sourly the words curdled in his mouth.

“Just get the fuck outta here!” Y/N yelled and she could see, out of her peripheral vision, Andy mouthing along to the words. Nick smirked evilly, before exiting the set and giving her an encouraging off screen thumbs up. Y/N slumped down and cried pathetically, just as it was written. But eventually she stood and stumbled around in the sewers, crying all the way. She could feel the presence of the camera over her shoulder as it followed her like a ghost. Abruptly, the sound of demonic laughter reverberated around the metal of the sewer hitting Y/N’s ears. Bill was too good at that. It made the hair on the back of her neck stand. Her character stopped walking and wiped her nose with the back of her cranberry colored sweatshirt.

A floating red balloon bobbed through the air as it came softly down to where Y/N was standing. It bobbed so peacefully (like the script had said), so her character tried to reach out to get it like a  young child. Perhaps poor slut Laura Marsh needed comfort too, Y/N pondered.

“AND PENNYWISE GO!” Andy shouted, marking where CGI would be used to create a horrifying, deformed hell version of Bill’s beautiful face. Y/N jumped and let out a throaty, raspy scream, the same scream she was hired for. She felt cold hands on her sweatshirt before she saw Bill, but once she did she couldn’t help to scream again. It was nightmarish, with his enlarged forehead and pointed smile.

The clown pinned Y/N up against the wall, which would’ve actually choked her if it had not been for the slight incline that let her tiptoes hang on. She gasped and sputtered, still crying and struggling pathetically. “HO HO HEHEHE!” The clown laughed in her ear and the sound shocked her so much that Y/N lost her footing, her toes couldn’t get a grip on the wet floor of the sewer. Bill was already so much taller than her at 6’4” that in order to deliver the lines properly, he had begun brought her up to his face. She gripped tightly onto his gloved hands as she coughed and began to feel a bit light headed as he continued to laugh maniacally.

Just kill me already! Y/N painfully thought, she would hate to be the reason for the failed take. But Pennywise, or Bill, never seemed to talk fast enough and Y/N was really beginning to feel the effects as she tried desperately to gulp in air.

“I - I,” Wheeze. “C-c-can’t-t,” Wheeze.  

Immediately like a switch had been pulled, she felt the pressure on her throat release as she fell to the ground into the disgusting water. She gulped in sweet air like she had never breathed before and Andy, god bless him, finally shouted “Cut!”

“Y/N! Are you alright!? I really didn’t mean to! I mean I thought maybe - but - I’m so sorry!” Pennywi- Bill shouted, helping her up by placing his hand on the small of her back. It was so odd hearing him be so gentle and polite while wearing such a terrifying costume. His eyes, which five seconds ago where full of such rage, now were softened and sad. “I can’t believe I didn’t notice,” Bill said exasperatedly and guided her over to where Andy sat, all the while she was still breathing in and out deeply.

“Y/N! Y/N! What happened!” Y/N heard the voices of the child actors as they ran over to inspect the situation.

“It was the heat you dufas!” One of the kids proclaimed obviously, as they patted her shoulder. But all Y/N could focus on was the sound of her heart beating as she panted heavily.

“I’m …  fine guys.” Y/N confirmed as she rubbed her neck tenderly. Now that she finally had air in her lungs, the pain of where Bill’s fingers had wrapped around her throat set in.

“I’m so sorry,” Bill repeated as he tried to give her kindest smile he could, buck tooth, blood drenched and everything.

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THIS. IS. LONG.

Like so long. So whenever you wanna read it here or in Ao3, your choice, kay? 

Hi! It’s not even a surprise by now when I say I was inspired by another beautiful fanart, tbh. This time it was  from this beautiful one: http://knacke.tumblr.com/post/158168311373/lances-life-from-his-familys-point-of-view  made by @knacke .If you love yourself you will see their content, it’s amazing, I swear.

Again, thank you so much for allowing me to write this, I had a LOT of fun!!!

Edit: I FORGOT THE FUCKING TITLE. FFS

Disclaimer: Voltron doesn’t belong to me. The fanart doesn’t belong to me. 


“Tony, move, I wanna see him!”

“Shut up, Mario, wait your turn –!”

“Mama!”

“Mario, sh, he’s sleeping!”

“But I wanna see him, Angie!”

“Come here.”

“Guys, guys, please, a little more quietly.” Mr. McClain hushes, using his free hand to motion his children to lower their voices, “Your Mama is tired and so is your brother. Take it easy, okay?”

The trio nods excitedly. The thirteen years old picks up her little brother with a grunt and smiles playfully when Mario shifts on her arms until he’s comfortable, murmuring a soft ‘thank you, Angie’. Tony steps a little closer, standing on his tip toes to get a better view of the small bundle in his mama’s arms.

The ten years old smiles when his mama notices his efforts and leans forwards just a little bit, enough for him and his siblings to look at the small tiny human wrapped in the pale blue blanket.

“His name’s Lance,” Mrs. McClain whispers, her voice dripping with fondness and love as she stares at the sleeping new born in her arms, “Your new baby brother.”

“So tiny.” Mario mumbles, his big bright brown eyes staring curiously at the small baby. He glances at Angie when the teen giggles at his words and bounces him on her hip.

“They are supposed to be tiny, silly.” She says, leaning forward to see her new brother, “He’s so cute, mama.”

“Hi, Lance!” Tony shouts happily, ignoring the hushing sounds from both his Papa and big sister, “I’m Tony, and I’m your new brother! You’re so tiny but that’s okay, Mario is tiny too!”

“I’m not tiny.” Mario grumbles, crossing his arms with a pout but smiling when his Papa chuckles and ruffles his hair.

“Welcome to the family, amor.” Mrs. McClain says softly as Lance whines and slowly opens his eyes for the first time.

“Will you look at that,” Mr. McClain whistles softly, placing a hand on his wife’s shoulder as he coos at the baby, “We finally have a member in the family with your eyes, cielo.”

Mrs. McClain blue eyes shine with pride and happiness as Lance coos at her, his own deep blue ones staring at her with innocence and curiosity.


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Time to float - Bill Skarsgard x Reader

Title: Time to float

Pairing: Bill Skarsgard x Reader

Warnings: None

Prompts: If you’re taking requests for Bill Skarsgård can you write one where the reader is a famous actress and also little Jackson Scott’s big sister (the kid who plays Georgie) so she attends the premiere with him wearing a stunning dress as usual, she meets Bill who is awestruck bc hes a huge fan with a massive crush on her, the kids who played in the movie myb tease him a little bit, and she’s flattered and thinks hes adorable idk i like this idea 
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YN is Jackson older sister and Bill is her fan!so when he finds out he tries his best to get Jackson to introduce them,and when he does,Jackson can’t help and teels big sis that Bill has a crush on her and he’s just super adorkable to admit! later they all say that on an interview,and the kids love to make fun of them

“Jackson please don’t run! Be careful, sweetie, you’re gonna-” you stopped yourself when you heard you little brother giggle and you realized what you’d just said “Oh gosh I am turning into mom!” you breathed out, eyes wide.

Your little brother ran back to you, wrapping his small arms around your legs and you looked down to be met with his adorable smile “Yes you are! But I am always going to love you the most! More than mom and dad, and more than anyone else in the world!” he said and you giggled.

“And you will always be the number one man in my heart, JR!” you leaned down to pick him up and kiss his cheek as he wrapped his arms around your neck with a big smile.

“Even before dad?” he asked and you grinned, nodding your head.

“But we’re not gonna tell him that, because it’s gonna break his heart.” you pouted, and he giggled.

“You bet it will!” your father piped in, saying with a serious nod and you laughed with Jackson as he kissed your cheek before going to help your mother.

“And… even more than him?” he said with what was supposed to be a smirk on his face and you chuckled, tickling his belly.

“You sly little tease!” you grinned as he squirmed in your arms “Alright, maybe I really do like him a little bit but-”

He rolled his eyes so dramatically at you and shook his head “A lot!”

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Operation Henderson and Harrington Pt. 1 ~ Mini-Series

Summary: The kids take it upon themselves to test their matchmaking skills. With a little help, they form a plot to get you and Steve together by Halloween.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x (Henderson!You) Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Language! Mostly from Dustin.

A/N: It is almost 1 am over here but I had to post this and get it out of my system. This is going to be a mini-series! Part one is posted below and I will update over the next few days :) Give me some feedback! xoxo

Part One ~ Part Two ~ Part Three ~ Part Four ~ Part Five ~ Part Six (Coming Soon)


There would never be a normal Halloween in Hawkins, Indiana. The kids would always be doing something whether it be fighting off some monsters, or saving their best friend, or getting their two favorite teens to finally date.

“We can’t tell them that we came up with this,” Dustin insisted as he looked at the group.

He sat around a table with Mike, El, Will, Lucas and Max. The group was gathered in Mike’s basement as they tried to come up with a foolproof plan on getting you, Y/N Henderson, and Steve Harrington to finally date. Halloween was coming up and that was the deadline.

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Hey guys! I’ve told you before that I’m a writer so this is a hella long post because it’s track-by-track. Unapologetically so. Hope you guys enjoy x 

TRACK 1: “… READY FOR IT?

 This song is a battlecry. The thumping bass brings to mind the heavy thud of wolves paws as they race towards their prey, seeking the trail left by a girl who used to leave her heart open and on her sleeve, ready to be snatched at any moment in a snap of their jaws. But no more. From the moment she clears her throat, we learn this battle will be on Taylor’s terms. It is her fight to win.

This is the first love song she’s released and had complete artistic ownership of in three years. It is no coincidence then that there’s reference to the tortured passions of Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton. They were a couple hopelessly and dangerously in love with many scars carved on their hearts by the other’s knife. This reference is a throwaway to the long list of ex lovers the girl who bathes in diamonds has had but also a reference to the flickers of hope Taylor feels for longevity no matter what with Joe. Their road may be complicated at times but they will get  there because the game is hers. The constant question of ready for it and in response baby let the games begin is so obviously a call of warning to Joe for what lies ahead but perhaps more subtly it is the call of Taylor’s inner voices and heart to her razor sharp self awareness. Is she ready for the games to begin? Is she ready to open her heart and give Joe a chance to be a better man?

TRACK 2: “END GAME” ft. Ed Sheeran & Future:

This song starts off with Taylor’s declaration that she wants to find a forever. It sounds sincere, gentle, wearied, the tone of the too often heartbroken. But then it shifts, it’s like the rose coloured glasses have come off and she’s reminded of her reputation. Then it’s all tongue in cheek sarcastic satire to keep the smile in place so that we don’t see how much it hurts. She has to weigh up every interaction in the context of her reputation. The addition of Ed & Future speaks volumes; one is a time trusted friend who has finally found a bright love of his own but that was not without heartbreak and the other gives her an edgier attitude that makes her self awareness all the more powerful.

There has been a further loss of innocence in this sharpening of her self awareness, gone are the wistful days of “say you’ll remember me”, that’s all I want. Now it’s all “I don’t wanna touch you, I don’t wanna be just another ex love you don’t wanna see.” She can see the fall right from the start but this time she opts out and says unless I’m your end game… because I don’t want to pick up any more pieces of my broken heart.

Also: Shoutout to Ed for his Cherry inspired verse. It made me feel many emotions too. SWEERAN THRIVES.

TRACK 3: “I DID SOMETHING BAD.”

The girl with the long list of ex lovers is back. However with the casually explicit twist, this narrative seems layered with perceptions and recognition of self-worth, “If a man talks shit, I owe him nothing.” This is drip-feeding the media exactly what they want, she’s stoking the fire herself. But in feeding the fire herself, she’s sending the burning embers back at them. Did you really think the girl who you used as an international rod for slut shaming would stay quiet forever? Nope. She doesn’t care if you burn her like a witch at the stake because she’s already done it. She’s burnt away all of the misplaced guilt and is now revelling in how good they felt in the moment. In fact, watch out she’s blazing with all the fire of a phoenix reborn and you might just get turned to ash.

TRACK 4: “DON’T BLAME ME.”

This & “I Did Something Bad” sound like sister tracks. The girl who jetsets around the world collecting men isn’t quite finished with her tale yet. She reminds us that defining her relationships by their headlines and paparazzi shots is a foolish move because those things are  one-dimensional. Taylor believes in love and this is her way of reminding us that there was love in every escapade of her heart up until now, at least at some point. She’s talking about the heady rushes head spinning intoxication of first glances and hands on skin and it doesn’t matter what the media says about the way she handles relationships because they forget love and that makes you crazy. Maybe in their minds the drug she refers to is not a singular identity but a collective “baby” and to them love will always be something she “uses”. But the heart wants what it wants and Taylor knows that so it doesn’t really matter.

TRACK 5: “DELICATE.”

This is the kind of song that happens when you cut the cord that is the boy crazy perception of yourself. You step back into the shadows and disappear so that they can’t find you. You close your heart, lock your doors and rebuild. And then he shows up. This is a cautionary songpp because Taylor can obviously feel sparks but… she’s just started to rebuild and if they find out the wolf hunt begins again. With delicate disbelieving vocals, we see Taylor start to realise that he can’t possibly want to gain anything from her reputation because it’s so bad… The wheels turn in her head. I imagine the realisation, “Wait so he must like me for me?” With the beat drop comes hope. Details are slowly given and then he stays. He doesn’t run so Taylor gives him pieces of herself; confessions thoughts and then her brain catches up with her mouth and the wheels come to a grinding halt: Her inner monologue screams it was too much too fast. We’ve all been there. It’s too delicate. No going back now. It’ll break and I’ll be left alone. Maybe one day I’ll find someone who doesn’t walk away, one day too.

TRACK 6: “LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO.”

The world tore a girl to shreds, made her play the fool on tilted stages. She retreated and rebuilt. Now the fool is dead. From here on out, she only trusts her army. With high heeled boots, red lips and words as sharp as daggers, she’s cutting herself a path. She is taking no prisoners and she’s accompanied by a savage snake because she and her army will always be better at the game. When she’s finished hunting down your asses, she’ll sit back on her throne with a high pitched giggle and say, “oh look what you made me do.”

TRACK 7:  “SO IT GOES…”

When people are watching, you have to be careful. Cover your tracks. Taylor doesn’t leave her heart open or on display anymore. But then they leave. The door shuts. You lock it with a key and the crashing chemistry you’ve been trying to deny slams into your ribs, knocking the breath out of you. It’s stolen kisses, careless touches, reckless chasing of the high. Body language is a fluency all its own. But a quick reminder before you unlock the door and venture out again; wash the lipstick off your face. *clears throat* you got a little caught up in the moment and you don’t want to blow your cover!

TRACK 8: “GORGEOUS.”

 The childish proclamation of the title to begin this next glimpse into Reputation  is hinting at the satirical inner monologue that this song is , reminiscent of the times you write your crush’s  last name instead of your own to see how it fits. It’s all giggles and late night phone calls, the kind Taylor most likely had with Abigail where they talked real slow because it was late and their mamas didn’t know (: However, it could also serve as a projection of the runaway daydream that fills Taylor’s mind from that very first night when she stumbles home alone to her cats, of what a possible future might look like (with kids one day) The lazy liquor loosened rhythms of Taylor’s thoughts tell us things she hasn’t admitted fully yet but will soon on nights at 4am staring at her reflection  in the bathroom mirror, telling herself the bravest thing she ever did was run - that this gorgeous  swoonworthy British boy with his careless touches and drawling accent has awakened the possibility of something better. This realisation rattles Taylor as she contemplates the gaps in her current relationship. *cue wistful sighs of frustration and enchantment, set to the dialogue of every teenage movie where the girl thinks the boy is just too good looking, how unfair is that?

TRACK 9: “GETAWAY CAR.”

The thing about any movie that has a getaway car scene is that they inevitably crash…. And that’s exactly what happens here. Except, the carnage is human hearts. She was running. There was a person she crashed into. It gets all blurred and tangled, she thinks she’s free but the thing about those movies is that the thing you ran from in the getaway car catches up to you particularly if there’s a track you can follow. Oceans of distance weren’t enough, darling. You needed to disappear. And I think she realises that  but she tries to pretend innocence and will the sunset closer. Unfortunately  the only real  way to untangle yourself is to disappear crying in the back of a getaway car in the dead of night. Without a word. That must have hurt a lot.

TRACK 10: “KING OF MY HEART.”

This song happens in tandem with Delicate. She’d sworn off love. Joe turned up. The British boy with the heart of gold who made his American queen believe. He made behind closed doors a paradise of rooftop nights. Before she knows it, he is every love story Taylor has ever daydreamed of. The line “is this the end to all the endings” made my heart swell because it’s clear Taylor hopes he’s the one. Please let there be no more heartbreak.

TRACK 11: “DANCING WITH OUR HANDS TIED.”

Dancing is supposed to be a joyous thing and maybe it was in the beginning. You can reassure with every beat. Sometimes your gut instinct shouldn’t be ignored though  because it does raise red flags. The door only needs to be fractionally ajar for the hunters to find a way in and set your paradise aflame. It sometimes doesn’t matter how much you dance to escape the flames, they will catch you. You will get tired. Dancing is a bliss that is euphoria swimmimg through your veins if the beat enters your bloodstream in the right moment; you feel like you could live forever. And in the end no matter how much it might hurt to walk away again, you would still dance for just another kick of that rush.

TRACK 12: “DRESS.”

Taylor’s caught up in the chemical rush. Every syllable drips with lust and the glory of the high when your hearts crash into each other, slamming the breath from between your ribs. It’s hands in hair and I don’t care what they think. It’s seeing the worst (hi bleachella) and still wanting. It’s realising you made mistakes before this and why didn’t you just do this from the beginning because it feels so good now you can’t ever have imagined wanting anything else. But every mistake is a marker in the roadmap and you woke up just in time to find where you needed to be.

TRACK 13: “THIS IS WHY WE CAN’T HAVE NICE THINGS.”

I think everyone’s been in this situation, right? Someone burns you and it hurts but in the fun of a party, you click and connect again and it all starts to feel like water under the bridge. Maybe there was over-reacting happening. You throw them a second chance. Redemption. You’re the nice girl and you make excuses. But then they do it again, maybe it takes a couple of things and suddenly it’s too much. You lock the gate for your own safety. But they still expect you not to care. To flash a smile and forgive. I’m sorry. That’s not happening. You get hurt when I push back. I guess I should forgive you because we both threw stones. But… that would require me to mean it. Whoops, *laughs manaically* I can’t even say it with a straight face!!!

PS: It’s not too obvious I have personal experience with this song is it? Thanks KS x.

TRACK 14: “CALL IT WHAT YOU WANT.”

This song is difficult for me to process because I never thought it would actually happen. I seem to remember somewhere along the way, a couple of years back, Taylor expressing frustration that she couldn’t seem to write happy songs about being in love like Ed Sheeran could. Well, I wish you could go back Taylor and tell yourself what you know now.

This song is a three minute ode to happy love. It’s smiles so wide you might split your face in half at the thought of that person. It’s blushing and shy giggles and bursts of song and twirls and all caps texts from your girls as they collectively lose their minds over how happy you are. This is every love story and fairytale Taylor has ever wanted but the wolves are always waiting, not so easy to outrun. 

Taylor says it herself in the  opening lines. She was done. The castle had crumbled. The bricks left bruises blooming on her exposed skin. People were tearing her down and she was hurting. Her heart had been shattered but so had her soul, again and again, relentlessly. And then she retreated, went silent and rebuilt. What she didn’t count on was love. A man who saw all the bruises and broken pieces and said it’s OK, I can still find the real you under all that. Taylor like so many of us looked in the mirror and saw all the danger for herself and for Joe, tried to push him away, keep him safe. That’s a very noble action but breaking your own heart so it doesn’t hurt as much when you feel like the other shoe is going to drop requires apathy from the other person. And Joe, god bless you, you didn’t let her push you away. You broke down her walls and showed you that starlight love does still exist. You loved her for Taylor. The person. You got her to give love a chance when she swore never again so thank you so much for that. I can’t really express how much that means to all of us. 

 This is an anthem of hope for every person who has ever been broken and is in the process of putting pieces back together. It can be done. We will find love. We will be radiantly happy again. We will be the strongest we’ve ever been. 

PS: *leans over to whisper in Taylor’s ear*

I think you’re finally clean…

TRACK 15: “NEW YEARS DAY.”

Piano on the final track… This is an ode of pure hope and happiness, a fitting final chapter to a remarkable story. Everyone wants the glory of the midnights and the lover who will be in their bloodstream like the party. But what we all hope for is someone who stays long enough to help us clean up the bottles on New Years Day. Someone who makes us feel like the messy unfiltered parts look like a highlight reel. Good times and bad times and all in between. They won’t leave. You found him. Forever.

This album is fucking brilliant Taylor. I love you. Proud x.

@taylorswift @taylornation @brian-mansfield

1 | You’ll Never Walk Alone

BTS + GOT7 X READER [GANG!AU] 

WORD COUNT: 4,225

series warnings: mature themes, strong language, violence, substance abuse, eventual smut

Originally posted by sosjimin

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matchmaker

pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

word count: 1,582

warnings: none 

this is my first stranger things fic so I hope you all enjoy it. I really hope to get better at writing these characters over time :)

REQUEST: Could I request a Steve Harrington imagine, one that’s really just fluff. He’s head over heels for you and Dustin, your little brother notices and tries to set you up?

“(Y/n)! Go get the door!”

You had been sitting in your living room doing homework when your little brother, Dustin, yelled at you to answer the door.

You knew that he wasn’t doing anything but still wanted you to stop what you were doing.

The doorbell rang again. You stood up from the couch and walked towards the front door. Checking the peephole first, you saw that none other than Steve Harrington was standing on the other side of the door.

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confession time, here’s what i got

Summary: In which Otabek and Yuri pine for each other a lot, and manage to drag other people into their own problems. (otayuri week day 1! prompt: confessions, otayuri, side pairings viktuuri and saramila, word count: 4095)


Otabek figures out that he loves Yuri when he is twenty-one.

It’s during Yuri’s nineteenth birthday, too. His plane lands exactly at midnight, and he’s rushing to get his baggage as quick as he can to meet his best friend. He sees him the moment he claims baggage – it isn’t hard to miss his long hair or his leopard jacket – and he stretches his arms out as Yuri bolts over to him.

In the next minute, he has him in his arms, and he hears a cheerful, “Beka!” in his ears, and, oh, he realizes. He is in love.

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Sober Thoughts

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Featuring: Wanda Maximoff, Steve Rogers and Peter Parker

Words: 1920

Warnings: alcohol

Taggs: @vashanatasha

Request: -

Notes: - 

Originally posted by little--batman

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The liquid burned your throat as it went down for the fifth time. You had decided to go out that night with Wanda since it had been ages since you two had a girls night out. So there you were, in one of the nicest clubs in New York, pouring down your throat the fifth tequila shot of the night. 

“You know, it doesn’t taste that bad…” You mumbled looking at the little glass. “At least it doesn’t after the third one” you added with a laugh.

“That’s because you’re wasted” Wanda laughed leaning against the bar.

“There’s a chance I am… But maybe I am not” you said with a frown. “I’m going to the bathroom” you added getting up from your tool way too quickly, making everything spin. “Wow…” You mumbled holding onto the bar.

“Were you saying?” Wanda laughed. You showed her your middle finger as your stumbled towards the bathroom.

It had been a long time since you drank so much. You had been too busy with the missions and all the Avengers stuff going on at the moment. Plus, you were trying to get a degree at the NYU. Summing up, you didn’t have much time for parties.

Luckily, you had a break from university and for once there was no saving the world so Wanda talked you into changing into something nicer than your onesie, putting on some make up and hitting the city.

So there you were, in line for the bathroom of a club, seeing how the lights were too bright and confusing, hearing laughs and drunken conversations all around you. You took out your phone to check the time. 4 a.m. 

With a sigh you opened the messages to check if there was any but nothing new. Before you closed the app, Bucky’s name came to your eyes, making you open the last conversation you had with him about which movie you were watching that night.

You smiled at the memory of watching Star Wars with him. He had been so amazed by the movie that watching him had been more entertaining than the movie itself. Your remembered his eyes completely focused on the screen, brighting, and his mouth partly opened in surprise. He was too adorable. You ended up falling asleep over him that night and he ended up taking you to bed once the movie was finished. The thought of him carrying you in his strong arms still sent shivers down your body. Damn Winter Soldier.

“Sorry, are you coming in?” You looked up from your phone to see that you were next.

“Oh yes! Sorry!” You exclaimed with a smile before hurrying into the bathroom.

It wasn’t the first time something like that happened to you. Getting lost in your memories of Bucky, day dreaming about him, about how it would be to actually be with him. Not as a friend, but as something more. Having him in your bedroom every night, whispering the sweetest things in your ear until you fell asleep and waking up with his body pressed against your back. Damn. You had it bad.

“Are you okay?” Wanda asked when you came back from the bathroom.

“I need another shot” you stated as you ordered two more.

“Amen sister” Wanda smiled widely. 

By the time you two were walking back to the tower, you had to hold onto each other in order not to fall. Your head was spinning, the lights were everywhere and you didn’t know where you were. 

“I’m fucked, Wanda” you mumbled. 

“No. You’re drunk” she replied. 

“Besides” you laughed. “But I’m serious. I think I like Bucky” you confessed. You felt her eyes on you.

“You what?” She asked.

“Don’t make me say it again” you frowned. 

“You should tell him” she shrugged.

“You’re even more wasted than I am” you laughed. “I can’t do that. We’re friends” you added.

“So? Vision and I were friends too” she said with a small smile.

“That’s different-” you tried to speak but she placed both of her hands on your mouth. “Mmmm!!”

“Don’t think about it” she said. “Give me your phone” she added stretching out her hand. You frowned confused but gave her your phone. Then you watched her as she dialed Bucky’s number.

“No!” You exclaimed jumping over her but your drunken state caused you to fall on the floor.

“Hey Bucks!” Wanda suddenly said. “I’m sorry I woke you up. But there’s someone here who has something to tell you” she added. You covered your face and shook your head over and over again. “How did you know it was (Y/N)?” She asked.

“Because that’s my phone you moroon!” You exclaimed as you started laughing. 

“Oh right” she mumbled. “Anyway, we’re on our way home and she got to talk to you ASAP so yeah, see you now” she added before hanging up and giving the phone back to you.

“That was probably the worst idea ever” you laughed trying to get up from the ground.

“Was it?” She smirked.

“Who knows” you laughed hooking your arms together as you two continued your way back home.

You didn’t even think about that call since you were completely sure Bucky hadn’t paid attention and had gone back to sleep. That’s why when you stepped out of the elevator and saw him leaning against the back of the couch, facing the two of you, you almost tripped over and fell again.

“I’m screwed” you mumbled looking at him. Wanda started giggling by your side, causing you to do the same. 

“Goodnight” she mumbled stumbling towards the stairs. 

“Hey there Summer Soldier!” You exclaimed. He raised an eyebrow as he smiled. “Wrong season” you added with a laugh. “Have you ever realised how shining New York is?” You asked smiling.

“That’s what you wanted to tell me?” He chuckled. 

“But it is! Like your eyes when you were watching Star Wars” you pointed out. He smiled a little.

“It was a good movie” he shrugged. 

“I know. I saw you- I mean, it! I saw it. I saw the movie” you said taking off your heels, ending up on the floor once again.

Immediately Bucky was by your side, helping you up as you giggled. Since it was hard for you to stand, he picked you up bridal style. 

“This is nice” you said as he carried you upstairs. “This is how you took me to bed the other day right? I could get used to it” you smiled resting your head between his shoulder and his neck. “Mmm…you’re so soft” you whispered against his skin. 

“Am I?” He whispered with raspy voice this time. You nodded and planted a kiss on his neck making him shiver. “You’re wasted” he commented.

“I’m okay” you mumbled closing your eyes. Bad idea. The spinning got even worse. “You’re cute” you added without thinking.

“What?” He laughed walking into your room.

“You heard me” you replied as he set you on your bed.

“You think I’m cute?” He asked smiling down at you.

“Cute, hot, handsome, funny, nice, lovely…” You started saying. He smiled kneeling down in front of you.

“You’re drunk” he said.

“Wow thank you” you rolled your eyes. He laughed and made you lie down on your bed.

“You’re beautiful too” he admitted sitting down next to you.

You looked at him and smiled before sitting up slowly so you wouldn’t throw up. You two looked at each other before you leaned in. He smiled but pressed his forehead against yours instead kissing you.

“You’re drunk. You will hate me in the morning if I kiss you” he whispered. 

“Drunk acts, sober thoughts” you shrugged. He laughed.

“I’m sure that’s not the quote” he smirked.

“So what?” You said.

Without giving him a chance to react, you wrapped your arms around him and pulled him close to you until your lips met. When he slipped his tongue in your mouth your head started spinning. You didn’t even know if it was because of the alcohol or him, but it was completely worth it. 

You laid down, taking him down with you so he was hovering over you, with a hand on your waist and the other one by your face. 

“Wait…” He pulled away when you tried to take his t-shirt off. “You’re drunk, (Y/N)” he said again.

“So what?” You frowned.

“We can’t. Not like this” he sighed rubbing your face slowly. 

“But I like you” you whispered with a pout. He chuckled and pecked your lips.

“We’ll see if you feel the same way in the morning” he said. 

“I will” you replied. 

He smiled and kissed your forehead before getting off you. He covered you up and left your room after a while. That was probably the hardest thing he had ever done. Walking away from you when you had just confessed what he had been waiting to hear for so long. But it wasn’t the right thing to do. Not when you were completely wasted. All he could hope for was that you felt the same way in the morning. If you didn’t, you would probably hate him.

Bucky didn’t get much asleep the rest of the night. When the sun came through the window he forced himself to wake up and go to the gym. He needed to clear his hear and wrap it around the possibility of you changing your mind. He knew it would take you time to get out of bed so he would need patience. 

After spending an hour and a half in the gym and after taking a long shower he went to the kitchen to have some breakfast. Steve and Peter were already up and having breakfast in the living room where Bucky joined them in silence. 

“What happened last night?” Peter asked sleepy. “I woke up and heard some noises” he explained. 

“I heard nothing” Steve shrugged.

“Wanda and (Y/N) came completely wasted” Bucky replied with a shrug.

“Today will be fun then” Peter laughed.

“So fucking funny Parker” Bucky turned around when he heard your voice.

There you were, in your pyjamas, with your make up ruined and your hair in a messy bun over your head. He gulped and got up as you two locked eyes. 

Despite your headache and how your body was dying from hangover, you could remember the events from last night. You could remember his lips, the heat of his body over yours, his smile, his touch, his words and yours. Judging by the look on his eyes, he remembered them too. 

Slowly, he walked over to you, like you were a deer that could run away if he moved too fast. You bite your lip, looking up at him, doubt in his eyes.

“So?” He mumbled. You shrugged and took a tiny step towards him.

“Drunk actions, sober thoughts” you said. 

He smiled widely and placed a hand on your hip to pull you closer. 

“I like you too then” he smiled before closing the distance between you two, kissing you again, with more passion than last night, pulling you as close as he could until you two needed air to keep on breathing. He placed his forehead on yours and smiled. “Like a lot” he added making you chuckle.

“That’s not the quote, isn’t it?” You heard Peter asking, making you laugh before kissing Bucky again. Getting drunk, having the worst hangover of your life had turned out to be one of the best thing you could have ever wished for.

Jealousy

Summary: You ask your best friend to pretend to be your boyfriend to make your ex jealous.

Pairing: Kim Seokjin (Jin) / Reader

Genre: Fluff / Smut

Words: 3.5k

A/N: (Feat. Wonwoo from Svt) Sorry Svt fans, I made him the enemy. I love Wonwoo though :)

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An Unlikely Meeting ~ Finn Wolfhard x Reader ~ Part Two

A/N please read!!
In the first part, they’re fourteen in this but I need them to be able to drive so they’re now sixteen. Idek I just needed them to be able to drive…

(LOOK AT HIM HE’S JUST AOIHAHUHWQPRIUGHQIWURHGIUQHRG WHY ARE BOYS IN MY YEAR SO UGLY?! Sorry, freak out over you can read now… And don’t worry it’s not pervy bc I’m the same age as Finn.)

It had been about a month since you had first met the cast of Stranger Things. Ever since you arrived home to Vancouver you hadn’t stopped thinking about them. You were getting used to the idea of being friends with them now, and you didn’t get palpitations every time you thought about it. Especially not with Finn. Since you both lived near each other you had actually met a few times when Finn wasn’t off around the world doing photo shoots and interviews. He was currently sat in your house with you, which was taking a little longer to get used to than everything else. Finn Wolfhard was sprawled across your bed?

“Y/N?” Finn asked, “Noah has asked us to go and stay in New York in a few weeks time. Do you want to go?”
“Wait, seriously?”
“Yeah.” Finn smiled at your shock
“Of course I want to go! What’s the occasion?”
“There isn’t one. He just misses us all.”
“Wow. It’s going to be hard for me to wait a couple of weeks, I can assure you of that.”
“Me too. Now get over here. I want a photo for Instagram.”

You got up from your seat at your desk and sat next to Finn. It was like you had been friends your entire life. He took a photo of the two of you and immediately uploaded it to his Instagram. You liked it and commented; Big love xx

“So,” Finn switched his phone off and looked at you, “What do you want to do today?”
“How about… The cinema!”
Finn looked out of your window at the rain and nodded. “The cinema it is, m'lady.”

You both put your shoes and coats on and headed to the cinema. When you arrived you decided to buy tickets for a showing of Guardians Of The Galaxy. The cinema was doing a marathon of both that afternoon and after buying a shit load of popcorn and sweets, you went and took your seats at the back of the theatre. After the dreaded adverts and trailers were over the movie began, and Finn nudged you at once. 

“It’s Wyatt!” He whispered, “He looks so young in this movie.”
You smiled at the younger Wyatt Oleff who played the young Peter Quill. “He does look really young.”

Once the first movie was over there was an interval since the movies were so long. You both used the bathroom and got refills on your extra large cherry colas and popcorn. Finn texted Wyatt about how you had just seen him in Guardians. You looked over Finn’s shoulder to see what Wyatt would reply.

Finn:
Noodles! Just seen you in Guardians. Y/N and I are at a double feature.
Wyatt:
Oh god. I bet I looked great.
Finn:
No better than usual Olaf.
Wyatt:
Gee thanks a lot. Also, do you and Y/N want to come to a Halloween party I’m having next month? It’s on Halloween night and everyone will be there.

Finn looked at you and saw your smile. That was all he needed as an answer.

Finn:
We’ll be there. See you soon!!
Wyatt:
Sadly.
Finn:
Rude.

“So we’re going to a Halloween party next month?” You said to Finn
“If you want to. I don’t think Wyatt will mind if we invite Millie and the others. We can ask them when we’re in New York.”
“Okay. Do you know something, Finn? Ever since I met you my social calendar has been jam-packed. Not that I’m complaining.”
“Beats staying in Vancouver all the time, not that I don’t love it here.”
“I guess you’re right. Your not bad company.”
“I suppose I can say the same about you, Y/N, although it would be pushing it.”
You laughed at elbowed Finn lightly. He threw a piece of popcorn at you, and the only thing stopping a food fight was the next movie beginning to play.

(Time skip to New York)
You had just arrived at Noah’s. The sun was beginning to set and you and Finn were shattered. Millie, Caleb and Gaten had already arrived and were in Noah’s living room watching a movie when you arrived. As soon as your feet touched the floor of his house, Millie and the others threw themselves at you giving hugs and hellos. Noah and his mother picked you up from the airport and drove you back to their town in New York. It was quaint but beautiful. Noah’s family were going away for the week and were trusting enough to let you have the house. As you were going to be in the city for most of the time, his parents were mostly fine with it. 

As soon as they had dropped you and Finn at the house they were off, along with Chloe, Noah’s sister. 

“So,” Gaten said grinning, “What shall we do first?”

You ended up ordering food and watching movies for hours, talking and catching up in between. You and Millie were having a conversation about Wyatt’s party.
“What, or who, are you going as Y/N?” Millie asked
“I have no idea. Definitely something dead.”
“Of course. That goes without saying. Let me know though,” Millie smiled, “Maybe we could all do a group costume.”
“Ooooh, good idea. Guess we’re going to be surfing Pinterest later on.”
~
You were sharing a double bed with Millie, which both of you were okay with. The boys were in other rooms, probably sleeping by now. You and Millie, however, were on your laptop, thinking of group costumes for the Halloween party.

“I liked the purge costumes. With the masks and the blood and knives.” You said
“Me too, but I think we could do even better than that.”
“Suicide Squad?”
“Cliche,” You both said at the same time
“How about we ask the others tomorrow? We have to be up early for the city.”
“Good point.”
~
The sun coming through a gap in the curtains woke you up. Millie was curled up, still asleep. You sat up and grabbed your phone. It was 6:30am. You didn’t even need an alarm to wake you up at such an early hour and school was to thank for that. After checking social media and liking and commenting on all the photos the cast had tagged you in last night, you got up and got dressed as quietly as possible so you didn’t wake Millie. It was then that you heard a light knock on the bedroom door. You opened it to see Finn standing there in jeans, a white shirt and his leather jacket. You had to take a couple of seconds to compose yourself.

“Morning,” You whispered, “Millie’s still sleeping.”
“I gathered,” Finn smiled, “Noah’s making breakfast and doing a pretty terrible job. Wanna come and help?”
“Sure. I think I’d better just in case he burns his own house down. Also, we’re matching.”
Finn looked at your leather jacket and then down at his.
“So we are,” Finn smirked and then led you downstairs to where Noah was making a complete and utter mess in the kitchen. You laughed causing Noah to look up from the burning waffle he was trying to save.

“Morning?” You said to Noah through giggles
“First of all, this isn’t funny. Nothing about this is funny,” After that comment, you and Finn started laughing even more, “Second of all, I hope you all like burnt waffles because that’s what you’re getting.”
“Here,” You said, “Let me help you.”

So that’s how you ended up cooking breakfast with Noah. Finn helped out too and it wasn’t long before the others came down. First Millie, then Caleb, and lastly, Gaten. 

Noah’s dad left his car as they had taken his mum’s. Both you, Caleb, and Finn could drive but Caleb drew the short straw so he had to. It wouldn’t take long to get to the city from Noah’s anyway. Caleb and Noah were up front of course, but then there was the problem of space in the back of the car. The problem being, there wasn’t enough. Which is how you ended up practically sitting on Finn’s lap. Not that you were bothered. It didn’t seem like Finn was either.
“New York City, here we come,” Caleb started the engine and off you went.

You and Millie were trying on dresses in Macy’s. The boys were somewhere else in the store buying god knows what. Finn’s exact words were: “There is no way in hell that I am sitting there while you two try on dresses for hours, no offence.” None was taken. You and Millie were happy to give each other advice on what looked best. You didn’t need the boys to do that for you.
Once you were finished with dresses you went to look for ideas for costumes for Wyatt’s party. The both of you were determined to have kick ass costumes. You were not going to settle too easily. There was a whole section of Macy’s decked out for Halloween and full of makeup, decorations and costumes. You and Millie flipped your shit. You pulled out your phone and called Finn, telling him to bring the guys so they could help with the costumes. When the finally arrived they were not that surprised to see that you and Millie were already pulling things off shelves and deciding that even though you didn’t know what exactly it was for, you were buying it.

“Y/N,” Gaten asked, “Why are you buying four different makeup palettes? We don’t even know who we’re going as.”
“Why not? Why the hell not?” You smiled. Gaten didn’t have an answer
“Guys,” Noah grinned, “I have the perfect idea for our costumes.”

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request: can i request an imagine where reader is will’s older sister but dustin has a lil crush on her, but the reader is dating steve and dustin gets jelly and kind of pissy w steve???

warnings: none

word count: 1,502

“Guys! Pizza’s here!” You shouted to the boys who were currently being rowdy in Will’s bedroom.

You’d gotten stuck babysitting your little brother Will and a few of his best friends while your mom was out on a date. You’d known Lucas, Mike and Dustin for years. The four of them were extremely close. You were so thankful that your brother had friends like them. They were really funny and very loyal to each other.

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thanks to @ruintoronto for giving me some inspo to write some dad!shawn even though this legitimately sucks and it didn’t turn out how i hoped it would also ik it isn’t exactly what you wanted so im sorry 

feedback always makes my day <3 

also highly highly unedited 


“Mummy look at the clouds!” your 4 year old daughter Ava yelled, earning a quiet shush from you as she continued to stare out the small window of the plane. “But mum I wanna show Vicky!” she whined, attempting to reach over you to gain the attention of her twin sister who was happily watching a movie with her headphones on. You watched as Ava tried to get her sister’s attention multiple times but each time she called her name, she was ignored.

“She’s trying to watch a show baby,” you said “Why don’t you watch a movie on my iPad?” you handed her your iPad along with some headphones but she refused. “What about getting some sleep?” you suggested, earning another head shake from the little girl. Ava was a stubborn girl like you and when she wanted something she won’t give up until she gets it and right now, she wants to talk to her sister who was in the seat next to you, trying to watch a movie.

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Can u plz do a dad harry imagine where the reader & H have three kids and it's all fluffy and cuddly or something? Love ur writing!!

You remember the first time you told Harry you were pregnant. Although it was early in your marriage and you actually hadn’t planned for it but the excitement and happiness didn’t cease. If Harry was a total sap before your pregnancy, he was a definite Romeo after it. You gave birth to a healthy baby boy, Tommy.

2 years after Tommy was born, you had opened the topic of having a bigger family and Harry was quick to oblige, pleasuring you and putting you first, thoughts of becoming a dad to a new baby engulfing his mind.
Thanks to your health and Harry’s, the bun was successfully in the oven; only it wasn’t one bun, there were 2. You gave birth to healthy twin girls, Ella and Emma.

2 years later, you and Harry were surrounded by your 4 years old baby boy and 2 years old twins, happier than ever.

“Is everyone settled?” Harry asked as he walked from the kitchen to the living room with popcorn buckets.

“Yes!” You and your kids answered in unison.

“Hey! Ella, you know daddy likes to cuddle mummy when we’re watching a movie.” Harry frowned as he looked at you and Ella, cuddling as you stroked her hair.

You smiled as Ella giggled. “One movie, daddy? Please?”

“Bu-”

“Alright, how about we all cuddle?” You interrupted Harry with a smile before lifting Ella over your lap to beside you, patting your lap for her. She rested her head on your lap, releasing a satisfied sigh. Harry got beside you, wrapping his arm around you before opening his other arm for one of the other 2. Emma was quick to place herself under Harry’s arm.

Tommy stood watching, thinking of a position of his own to be close to his parents. “Where do I sit?”

“Come here, baby,” You allowed space between you and Harry, not wanting your son to feel left out. Harry, catching on to what you did, smiled. Tommy grinned as he sat down, legs under him as you and Harry cuddled him.

“All settled?” Harry asked.

“Yes, daddy!” The kids answered.

Harry looked at you, “Mummy?”

“Yes, daddy.” And Harry was ready to make kid number 4, giving you a look that only you understood which made you giggle, “Start the movie.”

Finding Dory started and from the very first second, your kids were engrossed.

By the time the second movie, Moana, had ended, you and Harry had 3 sleeping bodies on you. Harry looked at you before pecking your forehead, “Let’s put them to bed?” He asked quietly.

You nodded, slowly and gently pushing Ella on the couch before lifting Tommy in your arms, him instantly burying his head in your neck — a gesture he picked from his dad — and wrapped his limbs around you. Harry scooped his twins in his arms before you both walked quietly up the stairs and went to Tommy’s room.
You tucked him in, Harry standing with your twins still in his arms.

“Mummy?” Tommy mumbled sleepily, fluttering his eyes.

“Yeah, baby?” You whispered, putting the cover up to his chin.

“Love you. Love daddy.” He whispered sleepily.

You smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. “We love you, too, love.”

And so, you left his fairylights on before you followed Harry out of the room and to the room of your twins. You took Emma from him and tucked her in, kissing her forehead before you and Harry exchanged places so you could kiss Ella and he could kiss Emma.

You wrapped your arm around Harry’s torso as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders, turning off the light but turning on their fairy lights as well before you walked out of the room and into your own.

You plopped on your bed on your back and started moving your limbs, making a snow angel and messing the sheets. “I don’t want to sleep.” You giggled.

Harry laughed before approaching you. “Let’s unleash,” He said in a deeper voice with a funny face,

“No!” You squealed.

“The beast!” Harry finished before tackling you on the bed, burying his head in your neck to blow raspberries, making you giggle and squirm.

“Stop!” You laughed.

Harry grinned, leaning down to kiss your lips as you wrapped your legs around his waist. “Thank you.”

“What for?” You smiled, playing with his hair.

“For everything; giving me a family, a home and just,” He paused, “Being there through it all, sticking with me. So thank you.”

“Thank you for being the most amazing husband and dad anyone could ever ask for. I love you, you know that?” You replied, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I might have a clue actually, yeah.” He teased before leaning down once more to put his lips on yours.

//

You woke up before Harry, kissing his cheek as he slept before putting on your undergarments and wearing your red robe. You smiled to yourself when you heard your kids’ cheerful voice, walking outside the room and down to the living room where the 3 sat, playing legos on the floor together and building a castle.

“Good morning, munchkins.” You greeted them.

“Mummy!” They all cheered before they ran towards you, hugging your legs.

“Why didn’t you wake me up? You need to have breakfast.” You said, walking to the kitchen and having them follow you before sitting in their places.

“Tommy said we should let you and daddy sleep because sleep is healthy and makes you strong!” Emma said.

“Am I a good boy, mummy?” Tommy asked excitedly.

“The best.” You smiled, pecking his cheek. “Why don’t you help you make daddy breakfast so we can give him breakfast in bed? You know how tired he’s been in the studio with uncle Jeff.”

They gasped, “We’ll cook?!”

“Really, mummy?!”

“Woah! I’m going to tell Mason when I see him!”

And then began the fun of cooking breakfast for your sleeping husband and also feeding the children.
After about 40 minutes, you had a tray of pancakes, omelette, fresh berries and orange juice. You walked carefully behind your rushing kids, Tommy opening the door for you before joining his sisters in jumping on their dad to wake him up.

“Daddy, wake up! Wake up, daddy!”

Harry groaned, “Five minutes.”

“But daddy, we helped mummy make you breakfast.” Ella said. At this, Harry’s eyes fluttered open, smiling when he looked at his kids before sitting up, his eyes catching yours.

“Make room, little ones.” You said as you carefully approached them before putting the tray on Harry’s lap.

Harry looked at the food before looking back at you, “You didn’t have to, baby.” Harry said in awe.

“We wanted to. We thought you deserved that, didn’t we?” You asked your kids.

“Yes!”

“Woah! You helped mummy cook all this?” Harry asked in an exaggerated amused tone.

“We did! Do you like it?” Ella asked, sitting in between her sibling in front of Harry.

You sat beside him, smiling when he pecked your temple.

“I love it. But you’re all eating with daddy.” Harry pointed out.

And so, Harry started to feed all of you, refusing to not personally feed any of you. He’d pop berries in the twins’ mouths — their favorite — ,feed Tommy bits of his omelette and cut you pieces of his pancakes, only eating when you all had your mouths full.

“How about we go out today? Aquarium?” Harry grinned.

The kids gasped before they jumped off the bed, “I’m going to get ready!” Tommy shouted, running to the door and rushing out of it.

“Me too!”

“Me too!”

Leaving you and Harry alone. You smiled, looking at him. “Are you not tired?”

“Never for you.” Harry smiled, leaning to kiss you.

Just as your lips were about to touch, you were interrupted with a gentle knock. You and Harry looked towards the door, finding Ella with a sheepish look and her hands behind her back.

“Daddy, can you make my hair? I can’t do it alone.” She asked shyly.

Harry smiled and nodded, “Of course, baby. Mummy will help you get dressed first then I’ll come, yeah?”

“Best mummy and daddy ever!” She giggled before running off.

••
this went straight to my heart. honestly. also, sorry for the long wait, love & thank you!!! xx

The Moon and the Stars

Anonymous said: Can I request Taehyung being your roommate and you’re not aware of his feelings until he comes home drunk 😊😊

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Summary: You and Tae are roommates and it’s great. You two get along well and hang out from time to time. One night he comes home from a night of partying, completely wasted, and tells you he’s in love with you. However, given his reputation, that’s not exactly a good thing…

Genre: College/Roommate!auFluff, Angst(ish?)

Word Count: 5,000 (exactly!)

Content: Adorably drunk Tae, some mushy fluff, a little bit of angst, some swearing

A/N: This was supposed to be a drabble but ended up being 5k oops. Partially inspired by Weight Lifting Fairy Kim Bok Joo.

Sneak Peak:

Taehyung took your hand and started walking. At that moment you noticed that the clouds had drifted off, revealing the billions of stars that were hidden behind them.

You looked up at the clear night sky. “Look, Tae.” You said, pulling on his sleeve. You used your free hand to point up at moon, which was bright, and full. “Isn’t she beautiful?”

He didn’t let his eyes follow your finger toward the stars. Instead they remained fixed on you when he replied, “She is.”

Originally posted by aestheticvbts


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See you around?- Imagine part 2

Part 1

“Again Y/N? But you were only here the other day!” Fionn exclaimed down the line. I nibbled the skin at the corner of my lip and fiddled with a loose thread on the hem of my t-shirt.

“I know Fionn but I really enjoyed it, I’d love to come while you are actually filming, so I can really see what it’s like” I tried. Fionn had been suspicious for a couple of weeks now, he was too smart to know that my pathetic excuses for returning to the set were for more than just ‘spending time with my best friend who has been away from me for so long’. That’s the excuse I used last time, he stared at me blankly for a solid minute before agreeing.

“Y/N, what’s going on?” he asked. But he wasn’t yet smart enough to realise my true reasons for wanting to keep going back. Harry had got my name somehow, off Fionn’s phone most likely, and after adding me on Twitter, we had been messaging back and forth all day, every day since he appeared besides Fionn on my first visit. My newspaper knowledge and pre-judgement of him was completely wrong, I was unable to stop myself from being drawn towards his electric personality.

“Nothing Fionn” I said unconvincingly. There was silence at the end of the line.

“It’s Harry isn’t it…” he said eventually and I hesitated before offering him a quiet ‘yes’.

“I knew it! The damn boy hasn’t shut up about you!” I giggled. “He’s a good guy Y/N” he said and I hummed. “Ok, come down again tomorrow, I’ll meet you at the gates like normal” he added and I thanked him.

“See you tomorrow” he finished and we said out goodbyes. I bit firmly into my bottom lip to conceal the smile that was about to erupt on to my face. This is ridiculous, I was getting giddy about seeing a guy I’d had met in person for 10 minutes and had a 2 week virtual conversation with. But still my heart leapt as his name flashed up on my screen, notifying me that I had received a Twitter message.

Pull yourself together, I thought.

From Harry: So, Fionn tells me that you’re coming to set tomorrow and that I’m to keep you company while he’s filming x

I bit my lip and let out a contented sigh as I rushed to send my reply.

To Harry: Did he now? And what if I don’t want you to keep me company? I hear Tom’s a good laugh ;) x

From Harry: You wound me, you know my jokes are way better than his. And we both know that you want me to keep you company ;) x

To Harry: cocky x

From Harry: me? Cocky? Never! See you tomorrow beautiful :) x    

I didn’t attempt to mute my squeal as I collapsed back on the bed.

***

“Morning Miss” one of the security guards called as I approached the gate the next morning.

“Morning Lewis” I said as I approached. I had become on a first name basis with several of the of the security members on my now twice weekly visits. There was Lewis, the tall bald man who had denied me access on my first visit, John, who was now only working 3 days a week so he could spend time with his sick mother, and Matt, who’s sister has just had twins.

“Y/N!” a voice called as I slipped past the gates. There was no crowd today, the sky was overcast and in the distance rain clouds littered the horizon. Harry appeared from between two trailers and offered me a lopsided grin on his approach. My stomach knotted with each step he took towards me and I had to fight to keep the blush from my cheeks and maintain as much dignity as I could.

“Hi Harry” I grinned as we met, “I thought Fionn was coming to meet me?” I said.

“He was but he got called to set early, we’re running ahead of schedule, so I came instead. It that ok?” he asked with a tilt of the head. His eyebrows were pulled down and his lips fell into a small frown as he looked at me, almost as if he was worried that I didn’t want to see him. I resisted the urge to reach forward and push his lips back up into their perfect smile.

“Of course it’s ok!” I rushed quickly to ease his worry, to which he erupted into a dimple popping grin.

“Good!” he beamed, “come on, I’ll show you where they are filming” he said turning slightly and waiting for me to fall in to stride beside him before we began to make our way across the set. His arm brushed lightly with mine as we walked, the back of his hand dusting the skin of my own with each step he took. Both of us were acutely aware of the contact but neither sad anything about it, instead choosing to continue walking unnecessarily close to one another with as much feigned indifference as we could manage.

“Are you not filming today?” I asked as we squeezed past two more trailers.

“No, I’m not in any of the scenes for a couple of days. They are filming some of the opening shots on the beaches and I don’t come into the film until later on” he explained. I opened my mouth to question him further but he glanced at me with a raised brow and shook his head.

“Don’t bother, Fionn already told me not to tell you anything” he smirked.

“Damn it!” I cried.

“But when we met you said you wouldn’t be able to resist if I started asking you questions?” I said, reminding him of our first meeting to which he chuckled and nodded his head.

“I did, so please don’t try cause Fionn will kill me if I say anything” he laughed. I seized my opportunity.

“Does Fionn die in the movie? Does he get rescued? Do you die? Who dies? Will I cry? What were you filming the other day and why were you all covered in some black sticky stuff?” I rushed. In seconds Harry had me pinned against the side of a white trailer, his hand pressed lightly over my mouth. My stomach erupted in a swarm of butterflies and my blood sizzled in my veins. Harry hesitated for a couple of seconds when he realised the position we had found ourselves in but relaxed when he realised I wasn’t going to push him away in disgust. He removed his hand from my lips but didn’t pull away. His breathing was shallow and a slight blush tinted his cheeks.

“Don’t push it Y/N, cause I will tell you everything and Fionn will never speak to me again” he said lightly and I giggled.

“Sorry, it was worth a shot” I beamed. He gazed at me with bright, thoughtful eyes but said nothing.

“Come on” he said softly, pulling away from me and leading us on.

Harry and I watched filming for several hours. Fionn caught sight of us not long after we arrived and sent me a small wave which I returned and made a mental note to hug and kiss him later. Harry explained all that he could without giving too much away, describing the process and equipment as best he could while repeatedly adding ‘I don’t know much about making movies’.

“So this bit is going to be for the start of the movie?” I asked as Fionn once again ran along the sand carrying a stretcher.

“Yeah this is one of the first scenes” he said.

“And why aren’t you in this bit?” I asked.

“Cause I’m meant to be on that boat over there” he said, pointing to a large, white boat in the distance. ‘Oh’ I said with a small nod. There was a moment of silence as someone called ‘cut’ and ran over to Fionn and the other boy carrying the stretcher and spoke quickly to them.

“So did you really come today just to watch some of the filming?” Harry asked after a while. I kept my eyes on the beach full of people before me and shrugged slightly.

“I’d be lying if I said it was my only reason” I said, glancing quickly at Harry who already had his gaze firmly fixed on me. His cheeks flushed and he bowed his head to hide the smile pulling at the corner of his lips.

“I’ve really liked talking to you over these past couple of weeks” he said quietly and I looked at him once more.

“Really?” I asked, the end of my sentence rising in hope and my eyebrows raising.

“Really” he said genuinely with a small nod. I offered him a beaming smile and felt the heat rising in my cheeks.

“Maybe we could hang out, away from set, I mean. We could go for dinner or something?” he rambled nervously. I giggled and he blushed.

“Sure, I think Fionn is getting sick of seeing me anyway” I laughed to which Harry grinned.

“No, I think he’s just getting sick of the hugs and kisses” he joked and I erupted into a fit of laughter. Harry watched with glittering eyes and a small smile on his lips.

“Yeah he doesn’t like that” I chuckled finally, wiping away a small tear which had leaked from the corner of my eye.

“No he doesn’t,” he said, “I wouldn’t mind it though” he grinned cheekily and I giggled, reaching up on my tip toes to plant a gently kiss on his cheek, much more delicate than the ones I give Fionn. Harry’s face blushed scarlet and I smiled.

“Hey, Y/N!” someone called from the beach. Fionn was making his way towards us and gestured for me to come over to a small set of steps down to the beach.

“I better go see him” I said gently to Harry. He nodded and offered me a small smile.

“So, I’ll message you later about dinner, yeah?” he asked and I smiled.

“Yeah, I’ll send you my number” I said lightly to which he grinned. I took a couple of steps around him and headed towards the steps where Fionn was not waiting patiently at the bottom. I turned back as I reached the first step.

“Oi, Harry!” I called to grab his attention, his head snapped towards me and he raised his eyebrows, “see you around” I grinned. His smile beamed so bright beneath the sun I forgot how to breathe for several seconds.

“See you around Y/N” he said.        

Ever Since Shanghai

A/N’s: This is the first part of my new Harry Styles mini-series, there will be more parts, hope you guys like it. All the love. xx


Word Count : 1.62 K words

Pairing: Harry Styles X Reader

Masterlist 


Y/N’s POV

“We are here, finally!” Cindy, my best friend, said before stretching her arms.

“Finally,” I sighed happily and tiredly.

“Sarah just texted me, she said she’s here we should go towards the gate now,” Cindy said checking her phone.

“Okay,” I replied then looked around the airport, we are here in Shanghai currently to attend the victoria secret fashion show. Sarah Jones, the drummer of Harry Styles and elder sister of Cindy managed to get us two tickets.

“I’m so excited for the show,” I said after claiming our luggage and making our way towards the gate.

“Yeah I’m glad the exams are over, it sucked the life out of us,” Cindy said happily.

“True, we have a well deserved break before starting uni,” I said contently.

“Let’s make the most of it,” she cheered.

“We will stay till the end of tour with the band so yeah it’ll be fun,” I said.

“Yeah Harry’s tour are so fun to attend, though we only attended two shows.”

“Well now we have 7 shows to attend, it’ll be fun!”

“Uh huh!”

“There’s Sarah! Hi!” I said before we both ran towards her.

“I’m so glad you guys made it here!” Sarah hugged me and Cindy and smiled widely.

“Our pleasure, so sorry couldn’t be here in the beginning you know because of fucking exams,” Cindy said.

“Oh I understand, I’m just happy I’ll get you two for the rest of the tour,” she said.

“Yes!”

“Okay nerds, now c’mon, you must be starving from the flight,” Cindy said before dragging us towards the car waiting outside the airport.

“Yeah flight from London to Shanghai is no joke,” I replied yawning.

“Oh oh turn the radio on,” I said.

“Okay okay,” Sarah turned it on.

Slow Hands started playing.

“ARE YOU SERIOUS OH THIS IS THE BEST,” Cindy shouted, she’s a huge Niall fan.

We all started jamming, I’m sure the driver might think we are all insane. Sarah laughed loudly.

“Man I love this song, I love Niall,” Cindy fangirled.

“Sarah, is Mr. Horan attending any shows?” I asked.

“No I don’t think so, plus if he does and you meet him then pretend me and Cindy are not related, she’ll embarrass herself and I’ll also get embarrassed if he knows we’re sisters,” she shook her head.

“Oh I’m also not related to her either,” I agreed.

“You guys are so mean, oh my god.”

“We love you though,” me and Sarah said in unison.

“Okay kids, we’re here, brace yourself for the best times of your lives, that is seeing me play drums on stage,” she winked.

We giggled, but there’s no denying our girl slays the stage with her drumming skills.

We entered the luxurious hotel, and looked at each other before smiling widely, “we will have a memorable time, I’m so excited.”

Oh it was indeed going to be a memorable trip.

“I love our room Cindy, it’s so big, Sarah went all above and beyond,” I said before seeing the hotel room we will be staying for few days before going to another country.

“Indeed, I’m so proud of my sister, she always dreamed this, you know to be a successful drummer,” she said fondly.

“Remember when we first became best friends and I came to your house to hang out and she tried to teach us to play drums?” I giggled, fondly remembering that day.

“Oh god yes, we were in middle-school back then,” she chuckled. 

“When will she be done by rehearsal?” 

“I think in a couple of hours, she mentioned we all will dine together.”

“Sounds fun, I can’t wait to meet the rest of the band.” I said smiling.

“Styles innit,” she winked.

“Well his songs are cool,” I shrugged.

“I spoke to him once briefly, he’s a gentleman, also he looks so good in pictures and much more good in person, how is this possible?” 

I just chuckled, I never actually met him, Cindy attended few parties and met him, I’m not that big of a fan but the times Cindy made me listen his songs I actually liked them.


Few Hours Later

After freshening up and eating light snacks me and Cindy got dressed up into something comfortable yet fashionable and began watching a random movie that was playing on the tv, waiting for Sarah to come to us.

After half an hour later, Sarah arrived, she looked really tired.

“Just took a shower and quickly got dressed before coming here, it was such an exhausting day, it was worth it though,” she said.

“Are you excited for tomorrow’s show?” I asked smiling.

“Absolutely, now let’s go, we’re going to a restaurant Mitch found for dinner, sounds good?”

“Yes, I miss Mitch, how are you two with all this lovey-dovey process?” Cindy wiggled her eyebrow.

“Uh, I’m not discussing my love-life with my two little sisters, but he’s very nice,” Sarah said blushing slightly.

“Aww, look at her blush,” I teased.

“Shut up you two and follow me,” she said.

We saw three cars waiting for us outside.

“Where’s others?” Cindy asked.

“They’ll join us in a bit,now c’mon get in the car,” Sarah said.

“Hey ladies, how are you two?” Mitch said before engulfing me and Cindy into a welcoming hug.

“Mitch! Hi! We missed you,” me and Cindy replied enthusiastically.

“I missed you guys too,” he replied flashing a smile.

“C’mon let’s go I’m starving!” Sarah whined.

“Relax woman, we’re going,” he said giving Sarah a peck.

.

We are now at the restaurant right now, and the place looks beautiful, it is a rooftop restaurant and the weather was a bit windy so it felt really nice. There was even a bar setup where we can order drinks.

The table that we sat on was huge, there were all band members of C.H.A.S.M, me, Cindy, Jeff, Glenne, Lou and another guy  that looked around our age but I didn’t know his name.

I looked over at Harry and I couldn’t help but stare at him, he’s absolutely gorgeous, the way he smiles is indescribable. I noticed how he’s the center of attention always cracking a joke and talking about everything stuffs other than work. Now I know why Cindy is so mad over him along his other 1D band members, especially Niall.

I heard Sarah say, Harry rented the entire rooftop so they could have some privacy and enjoy the meal. 

The dinner was absolutely delicious and I was so full. Cindy and the boy our age whose name I learnt was Max seemed to be engrossed in conversation. I saw almost everyone was busy talking among themselves.

“I’ll be back, just want to see the view,” I said to Cindy pointing towards the railing where we can see the view.

“Sure babe, I’ll join you in a bit maybe?” She replied.

I nodded.

I walked towards the bar section and ordered a sprite. I then proceeded towards the railing of the rooftop and observed the view below. It was a busy city and all the lights and everything made it seem so wonderful.

“Hi,” I heard a voice from behind.

I turned around to see it was none other than Harry, I was a bit taken aback, “Hello,” I replied politely.

“We haven’t met properly, you’re Sarah’s sister’s best friend?” He asked.

“Yeah, I’m Y/N,” I said offering my hand to shake.

“And I’m Harry,” he said smiling, shaking my hand.

“It’s a beautiful view from here wow,” he said before standing beside me.

“Indeed,” I replied sipping my sprite, “are you excited for the show tomorrow?”

“I am, a bit nervous if I must add.” He said sipping his own beverage.

“Don’t be, you’re amazing on stage, I’ve been to two of your shows and it was such a great experience,” I said smiling encouragingly.

“Really?” He asked grinning.

“Yup,” 

“Thanks, I appreciate that. Uh you a fan then?” 

“Well Cindy is. Me? Not really.” I said.

“Ouch that hurt,” he said in mock offence.

“But I liked your album, I mainly came for Sarah but you were so good,” I said.

“Thanks,” he said chuckling.

We talked for two more hours, starting from where we live and which show is our favourite to what type of ice-cream flavor we prefer.

“Guys we gotta head towards the hotel, got a big day ahead,” Jeff said loudly catching everyone’s attention, at this point everyone was scattered around different places talking among themselves.

“It was nice meeting you Harry, goodnight,” I said before hugging him.

“Likewise, um-Y/N -um see you again then, yeah,” he said smiling.

.

.

Since the moment we arrived at the hotel, Cindy couldn’t stop talking about Max and how amazing he was. 

“He also plays violin, I mean that’s so hot,” she gushed.

“Who is he related to?” I asked.

“He’s Jeff’s cousin, he also finished his exams recently so Jeff and Glenne asked him to tag along,” he explained.

“Oh,” I said.

“I saw you talking with Harry, oh my goodness how did you even manage to speak in front of such a perfect human being for so long?” She started asking loudly.

“First of all speak gently, second of all he’s a real gentleman and it didn’t seem like he’s some celebrity he was so down to earth and I enjoyed talking to him.”

“I always knew he’s a gentleman, oh tell me something I don’t already know,” she began singing the last part.

I just rolled my eyes, “Go to sleep kid, I’m so tired, goodnight.”

“Goodnight, can’t wait for the show and meet Max,” she said before turning off the lamp placed on top of the hotel’s nightstand.

Title: The Haunting of Thomas Sanders (pt. 2)
Warning: MAJOR DEATH WARNING. SERIOUSLY. also, one f-bomb, car crash, alcohol mentions, depression, murder, blood mentions. this isn’t a fun chapter, that’s for sure
A/N: I’m so sorry, this even upset me when I was writing it. I’ll make it up to you with the next part (I also don’t know anymore how long this is gonna be…at least one part, if not two more at least). The next part will be lighter…I think (and it’ll probably come out tomorrow since I have the day off!)

Pt 1

“Class – class, hey, everyone!”  Logan stood at the front his class, an ever-fake grin spread across his face.  It was the last class of the day, thank God.  

…If only he could get them to all calm down.

“Alright, everyone – hey, don’t throw that!  Sit back down, Margie!”

“Everybody, open your books t- no, you can’t go to bathroom, sit back down!”

“Seriously, we have so much work to get done today, it’s not even funny.”

“Look, we’re way behind, and I need to give you guys a test on Monday!  Can we please save the chit chat for after class?”

“Look, if we can get twenty minutes of work done –“

Logan growled to himself, pinching the bridge of his nose. They never listened, not when the football team was at home.  Gah, why couldn’t they respect him?!

Fine.  If they didn’t want to listen to him, then he didn’t want to teach them.

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Kitty Fic Recommendations ➸ 1

So, I read a lot of fics and I wanted to share some (!) of them throughout my time here. The fics listed below can be old or fairly new, so this has no timeline. Neither an order of preference.



Summary :  Ty manages to get Kit out of his room and to get to know people better.


Summary :  Kit and Ty think they understand themselves and their worlds, but life decides to shake everything up, meaning that they no longer understand what they used to. They need each other to work out where they need each other to ease their confusion. Friendships and relationships follow.


Summary :  (LOS SPOILERS!) Kit wanders into Ty’s room at night, feeling the need to fulfill an unspoken promise to Livvy.


Summary :  It starts out with Kit and Ty training together. Soon they realize their feelings for each other. This is my interpretation of how they would end up together. Events take place after Lady Midnight.


Summary :  Kit does his best to hide from the Shadowhunters in their own Institute. Ty wants to meet him properly.


Summary :  Drabble. Kit finds out what Ty’s been listening to.


Summary :  AU? Maybe? Drabble. Sometimes all you have is the people you care about.


Summary :  AU. Which is worse, a school shooting or a school bear attack? Warning: Flippant treatment of serious issues.


Summary :  The story of Ty and Kit’s first (and second) kiss. Posted for Autism Awareness Month in April.


Summary :  He was suddenly the first person, in that way, that Ty could look at with true interest, wonderment. He’d never, ever experienced anything like it.


Summary :  Kit hasn’t come out if that room since he went in. He’s stubborn, but Ty knows he can wait him out.


Summary :  He didn’t talk like his family. Hell he didn’t even look people in the eyes. Well, that wasn’t entirely true; he looked into Kit’s eyes. Kit Rook. The one person he felt close to.. It was a sense of familiarity and recognition. It was something he didn’t know how to explain. Nonetheless, he knew one thing for sure and that was that he could see the world in Kit’s eyes.


Summary :  Spoilers from LOS so if you haven’t read it skip this! Kit does his best to comfort Ty after tragedy strikes.


Summary :  A tale of an unlikely friendship that grew into something more. Kit Rook and Ty Blackthorn.


Summary :  (SPOILERS FOR LORD OF SHADOWS) Ty isn’t dealing well with his sister’s death, but maybe Kit knows a way he can help. Sad, kinda fluffy one-shot for Kitty.


Summary :  Kit and Tiberius. Discovery of new feelings, adventure and romance and drama. All about Kit and Ty but not only that, Kit forms bonds with other characters, including Livvy.


Summary :  KITxTY Fluff. It’s been a month and Ty is always sitting outside Kit’s door. One day he asks him inside and Ty seems to have found some comfort in this new boy. And Kit is trying to figure out what’s going on in his head, and he can’t help but find the Blackthorn boy very intriguing.


Summary :  Ty took a deep breath. “Okay. Well. If you don’t want a book, I understand that too. Sometimes I just want to listen to music. I don’t know what kind of music you like, but I was looking for songs that talked about people who stayed in their rooms, and other people who missed them and wanted them to come out.”


Summary :  Friends noticed these things about one another, sure, but they didn’t agonize over them in detail as the last thought before sleep.


Summary :  Traveling is harder to do when you have someone you don’t want to leave behind.


Summary :  Kit supposed he could have refused to accept the offer, the way he had when Julian had suggesting healing him in the car. But he didn’t.


Summary :  Ty is starting a new school and is worried that he isn’t going to make any friends and that he will get bullied. Luckily he has Livvy with him.


Summary : "I’m not normal,“ Ty told him a month later, as the pair of them tried to catch frogs outside. He said it with the casual air of someone discussing the weather, or pointing out that a shoelace was untied.

Kit blinked. “Obviously,” he said.


Summary :  When Ty realises that he and his sister both like the same guy, things get complicated.


Summary :  Just three different perspectives on Kit and Ty’s first kiss. Going into a battle is a perfect time for rash decisions, right?


Summary :  A bunch of firsts in Ty’s and Kit’s friendship/relationship.


Summary :  Throughout the past month, he learned many things about Shadowhunters, but three things stood clear:
One was that Mark and Emma were definitely in a relationship.
Two was that he was getting pretty good at being a Shadowhunter, though he’d never admit it.
And the third was Tiberius Blackthorn.


Summary :  Soulmate AU where you can’t see the color of your soulmate’s eyes until you see them.
or, the one where Kit can’t see grey until a pair of stormy eyes allow him to see the shining steel of the knife pressed against his throat.


Summary : Tiberius Blackthorn and Kit Rook have each been harboring some feelings for one another, but keeping them to themselves. Eventually, it has to all come bursting out.

“Ty didn’t laugh very often, and Kit had learned over the past few months of being at the Institute that his smiles needed to be cherished. Kit felt his heart warm at the sight of laughter in Ty’s normally stormy eyes.”


Summary : Kit feels lost without the dark-haired shadowhunter beside him (and when had that happened, that he’d gotten used to his steady presence? He hasn’t even been here for a whole day!), but the girl bites her lip, “I was just joking,” she hesitates, and then turns a beaming smile at Kit, “I’m Livvy, Ty’s twin sister.” She goes on pointing around the table, “And those are Tavvy,” the smallest of them all, a quiet boy who seems to be clinging to - “Dru,” -a short girl who’s hugging him, “and that’s Perfect Diego, who’s a Centurion.”

‘Perfect Diego’ sighs, “Please, I beg you all, stop calling me that.”

Livvy laughs, “Right! Anyway, Kit, you’re welcome to sit down wherever you want and have breakfast; you’re one of us, now.”

“I’m not a Shadowhunter,” he grunts, but quietly, “I just want to eat.”

“Don’t we all,” Julian agrees easily.


Summary : “You know,” an amused voice says, and Ty freezes, slowly looking up to meet irresistible blue eyes, “I make my coffee hot, but you may just be hotter.”

From his left, there’s the sound of Livvy choking and dropping a spoon.

He flushes, gritting his teeth, “What would you like to order?”

“A cup of you, to go, please, no sugar, you’re sweet enough,” Kit smirks, and Livvy’s giggling now, not even trying to hide it, “And I would also appreciate if you stopped stalking my coffee shop. It just isn’t good to keep meeting like that.”

Ty narrows his eyes, “This war isn’t over until I say it’s over, you truant. One coffee, black like your soul, coming up.”
// The Blackthorns have a coffee shop. There’s competition in town. Detective Ty is on the case.


Summary : Livvy grinned wide, and Kit was suddenly struck with how the smile of one twin could feel so different from that of the other. Livvy’s was bigger and brighter, but it just didn’t hold that spark that made his chest feel warm, and full of light.
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Kit is now living at the Institute, begrudgingly training to become a Shadowhunter. He would have left already, but his father was dead, and he has no other place to go. His only solace was a dark haired boy who understands the troubles of being an outsider. Kit wasn’t even looking friendship with the Shadowhunters, but he thinks he may have found that and more.


Summary : Kit definitely doesn’t want to be at the Institute, and he definitely didn’t want the Shadowhunter that stayed outside his door after everyone else had left…

…At first, anyway.


Summary :  Ty leaned forward, touching Kit’s hand. Kit’s eyes shot up, looking into Ty’s eyes.
“Where do you go?” Ty asked under his breath. To you, always to you, Kit thought.


Summary :  Ty and Kit carry out a theft and watch a movie.


Summary :  Just a pointless little kitty drabble.


Summary : ( LOS- SPOILERS ) Those were simpler times. Times when his parents were still alive. Times when he had no idea that Mark and Helen were different from the rest of his siblings in any way apart from the fact they were older. Times when he didn’t know he was different either, when he still dreamed of the scholomance. Times when he still had his sister, when he still had Livvy.


Summary :  Ty finally comes out.


Summary : Just a pointless little kitty drabble.


Summary :  In which Kit and Ty are in London and there is bickering and snowball fighting.


Summary :  Exactly what the title says.


Summary :  Some people say that eyes are the window to the soul. And for once, Ty has to agree.


Summary :  Ty apologizes to Kit for holding a knife to his throat when they first meet.


  1. From the Shadow                                                                              Summary :  Kit’s trying to leave his bedroom for the first time since he’s gotten to the Institute and realizes he has no clue where to go. Thankfully, Ty is there to help him.
  2. Pancake Day                                                                                           Summary :  It’s Pancake Day at the Blackthorns, and Kit doesn’t get the whole “family meal” thing.
  3. The Weapons Room                                                                     Summary :  Kit picks out his weapon.
  4. Training                                                                                                     Summary :  Kit and Ty in the training room.
    Kit learns how to throw knives.
  5. On the Rooftop                                                                             Summary :  There’s not much left that scares Kit, but seeing Ty standing on the edge of the roof and staring down at the ground below has quickly skipped ahead on his list of terrible things.
  6. Melting Wings                                                                                       Summary :  Icarus got too close to things he wanted most in the world, and it killed him.
    Ty kind of knows how it felt.
  7. Cuddling                                                                                     Summary : Ty doesn’t really know what to do, but Kit’s fallen asleep on  his shoulder and no one’s here to watch, so he might as well just stay put.
  8. Hypotheticals                                                                                               Summary :  They sleep in the same room sometimes.
       Not together.
       Just… near each other. It’s easier that way.
  9. Uncle Arthur                                                                                              Summary : Kit had never met Uncle Arthur, but he had gotten the gist of the situation from Ty’s uneasiness and Julian’s hushed explanations. And yet, despite all the whispered warnings, he still did not expect to come face to face with raving lunatic.-or-The story of how Kit saves Ty from Uncle Arthur.
Dunkirk Premiere - A Harry Styles One Shot

Originally posted by harryisart

Tonight was going to be a huge night. It was the night of the world premiere of your boyfriend Harry’s first acting debut and if that wasn’t already big enough, this was the first time that you two would been seen as a couple on the red carpet. You and Harry had been dating for almost two years, you met at an after party of an award and instantly hit it off. 

Even though the world knew that you and Harry were a couple, the two of you were still very private, as much as you could be when you both were very well known in the industry. You two always arrived separately at red-carpet events and were never seen leaving them together. When you both went to the other’s concerts or appearances, you both steered clear of any cameras or lurking eyes. 

So, when Harry approached you the night before the premiere asking you to walk the red carpet with him, you were a bit shocked. 

**

“Are you sure?” You asked. 

“Yes,” he said. “Tomorrow night is going to be huge deal for me and I want my girlfriend by my side the entire night.” 

“But do you really think that’s the best thing?” You asked. “I just don’t want me being there to distract everyone from why you’re there.” 

“Well, something thinks a lot of themselves, don’t they,” he joked.

You laughed. “You know what I mean. Everyone knows we don’t flaunt our relationship around and so it would be a big deal for us to walk the carpet together. Plus, you’re going to have interviews to do, I would just be in the way.” 

“You could never be in the way,” he said. 

“What if I just walked in with your  Mum and sister?” You asked. 

He sighed. “If you really want to do that, you can, but it’d mean a lot to me if you walked in with me.” 

You bit your lip as you contemplated everything. “Okay, I’ll walk with you, but only because I love you and it’s your night, so if you want me there at your side, then that’s where I’m gonna be.” 

He smirked and jumped onto you and started kissing you all over your face. “I love you. I love you. I love you. I loooove you,” he said. 

You laughed trying to push him off. “You’re so weird,” you said. 

“Maybe, but we both know that you think it’s sexy,” he smirked. 

“Uh, sure,” You said. “Let’s go with that.” 

“Hey!” He said looking offended. 

You just laughed and shook your head. 

**

You had just finished getting your hair and makeup done and now you were zipping up your dress. Your dress was a custom made gown inspired by the 1940′s with a little bit of a modern day twist to match the suit Harry would be wearing. Your hair and makeup was also inspired by the World War II era. 

When you were ready to go, you walked out into the room where Harry was currently putting his suit jacket on. He adjusted it to fit it him perfectly and then looked behind him at you. 

“Wow,” his dimples showing as he smiled widely. “You look fuckin’ amazing, love.” 

You blushed. “Thank you,” you smiled. “You look so handsome.” 

He smiled taking your hand and pulling you into him. 

“Let me get a picture!” Anne said quickly. 

“Mum,” Harry groaned. “We gotta get going.” 

“Hold on, it just takes a second,” she said. 

“We’re about to step in front of hundreds of cameras and you’re whining about letting your Mum take one picture,” you laughed. 

“She’s got a point,” Gemma said. 

Harry rolled his eyes and you all headed out the door and into the cars. On the way to the theatre, you held Harry’s hands. 

“I’m so proud of you,” you whispered. 

“Thank you,” he blushed. “I just hope everyone likes it. The film is about something really important and I hope everyone thinks we did it justice.” 

“From what I saw on set, you did. Everyone did. Any of those soldiers that are alive today, I’m sure they’d be so proud of  it,” you said. 

Harry smiled kissing your forehead. 

“You ready for this?” You asked. 

“With you by my side of course I am,” he smiled. 

The car pulled up to the carpet and the security opened the car door. Harry got out first and the fans and cameras went crazy. He turned to hold his hand out for you and helped you out of the car. Once you were out of the car and Harry wrapped his arm around your waist, the fans and cameras went even crazier. 

Both you and Harry were waving to the fans and walked over to where they were standing. You both took pictures and signed some things for a few fans. 

“You two are the cutest couple ever!” One of them said. 

“Awe, thanks,” Harry smiled. 

“How proud of Harry are you?” Another asked you. 

“Words can’t describe how proud I am,” you smiled. 

You two then waved bye to the fans and made your way down the carpet. Harry and you stopped to take pictures for the cameras. Harry had his arm wrapped around you and turned to whisper in your ear. 

“Thank you for being here baby,” he whispered. 

‘There’s no place else I’d rather be,” you smiled. “I love you.” 

“And I love you,” he smiled kissing your cheek. 

When it was time for Harry do his interviews, you stayed back a bit while he talked to reporters and answered their questions. Once he was finished with those, he grabbed your hand laced your fingers together and you two walked towards the entrance of the theatre where Anne, Gemma, Jeff, and Glenne were waiting. 

Anne walked over to Harry pulled him into a tight hug. “I’m so proud of you!” She gushed and kissed his cheeks. 

“Mum,” he laughed. 

“Oh stop, I don’t care if your some movie star now, you’re still my baby,” she laughed. 

You all laughed and headed inside. 

**

When the film was over, Harry had a few more interviews to do before you all were able to leave. Once it was time, you got into car and you noticed that Harry had the biggest smile on his face. 

“You did it,” you smiled. 

“I know,” he said. “I never thought this day was going to come and here it’s happened.” 

You laid your head on his shoulder and he kissed your forehead. 

After you all went out for dinner, you and Harry went to the Bleach London makeup launch to support Lou. It started to get late, so you and Harry headed home. When you got there, you put your heels, which you had taken off hours ago, on the floor and went into the living room to lay on the couch. 

“Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m exhausted,” you laughed. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever talked that much in my life until today,” he laughed joining you on the couch. 

“Me feet are killing me,” you yawned. 

He brought your feet onto his lap and he started rubbing your feet. 

“Tonight was your night, I should be the one massaging your feet,” you laughed. 

“I’m not the one wearing heels,” he pointed out. 

“True,” you said. “Although that might be a good look for you,” you smirked. 

“I don’t think so, I’m already pretty tall, I don’t need to be any taller,” he joked. 

You giggled and closed your eyes. After a bit, Harry stopped rubbing your feet and you looked up at him. 

“There’s something I want to give you,” he said. 

“Me? What’s there to give me?” You asked. 

He took something out of the pocket in his trousers and it was black velvet box. He held it in his hand as he looked at you. 

“Y/N, these past two years with you have been the best of my life,” he said. “We’ve been through ups and downs, we’ve been apart for months at times, but we made through. Having you by my side tonight, I realized that as long as I have you in my life, I can do anything or be anything because I know you’ll be right there supporting me and giving me a pep talk when I’m second guessing myself. And I want you to know that I’m here for you too. I’m going to support you with anything and I love you so much. That’s why I bought this,” he said opening the box and revealing a ruby and diamond ring. 

“Now, don’t freak out,” he said quickly. “It’s not an engagement ring, not technically. It’s a promise ring that one day when we’re both ready, we’ll get married because honestly, you’re the only person I want to grow old with and have by my side for the rest of my life.” 

You gasped as tears filled your eyes and you looked at him. It was good thing the night was over because you were sure eye makeup was all over the place by now. 

“I… wow,” you whispered. “I-I don’t know what to say and you know me, I always have something to say.” 

“Don’t I know it,” he joked. “But you don’t have to say anything other than you love me and that you’ll wear this ring until we’re ready to take that next step.” 

“Of course, of course, I love you and I’ll wear this ring always,” you smiled. 

Harry smiled widely again before putting the ring on your finger. You looked down at the ring and couldn’t believe how beautiful it was. 

“I love you,” he whispered leaning into kiss you. 

You smiled into the kiss and wrapped your arms around him. He picked you up from the couch and walked you into the bedroom.