you have the greatest smile

Happy Asks 💫

Sunrises: What is something you are looking forward to?

Honeybees: What is something you have done recently that you are proud of? It can be anything at all, even just waking up every morning.

Roller skating: What are your hobbies?

Stars: What are your favorite blogs?

Poppy flowers: What are your favorite flowers?

Lemonade: What is the sweetest thing anyone has every done for you?

Dogs: What do you look for in friends?

Painting: If you could dye your hair any color, what would it be?

Smiles: What is the greatest compliment you have ever received? What is a compliment you wish someone would give you?

Fairy lights: If someone wanted to get to know you, what should they read/watch/listen to?

Dancing: Describe your dream date.

Rainbows: What always makes you feel better when you’re sad?

Beaches: If you could go anywhere in the world, right this moment, where would you go?

Cats: What do you like to do on lazy days?

Sunflowers: What do you want other people to think of you?

Laughter: List 5 things that make you happy.

Balloons: When do you feel most like yourself?

Daisies: What is your favorite quote?

Trees: Name one thing you have learned this past year that has made you a better person?

Polaroids: What is your favorite thing about yourself?

Sunsets: If you could paint the sky any colors, what would they be?


Pairing: Barry Allen x Fem!Reader

Warnings: the word ‘theoretically’ has been repeated so many times

Word Count: 1, 252

Summary: The reader is a theoretical physicist and a close friend of Cisco’s who’s been working with team Flash for a bit. Barry asks her for advice on how to ask his crush out.


A/N: My first time writing for Barry Allen (CW Flash)! I lost count of how many times I used the word ‘theoretically’. Hope you lovelies enjoy it!

Originally posted by trufflemores

You had just gotten your Master’s degree when you decided to visit one of your best friends from college a few months ago. You and Cisco kept in touch of course and you knew about his work at S.T.A.R. Labs, in fact you had helped him with a lot of the physics involved in helping the Flash. That’s why your little visit turned into a permanent stay as you continued to help team Flash while working on your PhD in Central City.

Over the course of the last few months, you’ve become pretty close with the team; particularly a certain fellow nerd who speeds around in a red suit when he’s saving the city. You’d stay late a lot of the time to get some of your work done and Barry Allen being the gentleman he is, would stay behind to keep you company or when he still had CSI work to do, he’d invite you to work beside him in his lab at the precinct. He’s come to have quite the crush on you, between the take-out you share during late-night work sessions to the inside jokes you’ve come to have that even Cisco didn’t understand. He found himself noticing every little thing about you and loving every quirk you have.

Pretty much the whole team had caught onto his crush. Cisco had been telling him to take you out on a date, and assuring him that you like him too. Although you had never explicitly said anything, Cisco always seems to know.

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Taehyung Scenario: You Can Be The Boss.


Genre: Fluff - CEO Reader AU

It wasn’t even nine in the morning and you’d already had to handle two emergencies through your pone, sometimes you thanked the heaven for living in a time were connections were easily handled. The quiet background buzz at the reception felt like home, and you greeted the secretaries there wit a quick nod and a short good morning, walking straight to the elevators while your heels clicked on the polished floor.

Some days, you still couldn’t believe how far you’d gotten, and other days, just like this one, you were proud of yourself, of being able to laugh at the faces of those who only thought you were simply a dreamer, that women couldn’t make it far into the business world. You looked at the reflection that the elevator’s doors gave you and smiled satisfied. This was your world, you’d taken onto it with a lot of brain, charm and effort, you weren’t the CEO of your own telephone company for nothing.

Your office was located at the fifteenth floor, you enjoyed a pretty view of the city from the huge glass windows and it was decorated to your own liking. It was just nice to be the boss. When the elevator reached your floor and you made your way to your office, some of your employee’s greeted you, some others just got to the side to let you pass and maybe they were just a little scared you thought, intimidated more likely but you’d stopped being worried about that, whoever got past the initial prejudice and supposition would know that you were just a normal girl in a position of power and control, not a monster in disguise.

The door to your office was opened and you eyed your assistant’s desk but he wasn’t there, he was the most capable person you’d had on your side, sharp minded, witty, managed to keep almost every one happy and delighted them with a quick chatter. You stopped your train of thoughts when you saw a coffee mug ready and waiting for you at your desk, accompanied by some biscuits.

–Good day sunshine! – oh, there he was. Taehyung was like no other worker you had, that for sure, with his deep voice and animated demeanor that sometimes bordered on overwhelming. You dissimulated your smile while taking off your long coat and giving a sip to your coffee; it was perfect, Taehyung never brought it wrong.

–It’s really inappropriate of you to call me that Taehyung, I’m your boss – he just smiled at you, all teeth and joy so you looked down at the papers in front of you to stop yourself from staring. –With that being said, what do we have for today? –

–Meeting at nine thirty with the chief engineer about the new program he’s working on, reviewing on two new apps by ten and a half, have a call with the investors so I reserved you forty minutes after eleven for that, oh and the new interns arrive today, I did a preselection and reduced the group to five and they’ll have a private interview with you starting at two so you have enough time to go to see your parents after midday because their anniversary is today – he said, already on his efficient mode.

You gulped on your coffee, looking surprised at him. –Oh my god, I forgot… I need to get them a gift Taehyung –

–I already did – Taehyung said, signaling to one of your couches where a box with a pretty ribbon laid. –Since I knew you were most likely going to forget it, I took the liberty of planning a one week trip for them, and they should have a special lunch delivered with the catering service at their house by twelve, so you only need to take the box with you to give them their tickets and congratulate them –

You stared dumbfounded at him, sometimes, Taehyung went too fast but that was good, that was specifically good when he never let escape details like this and managed to save your day. You stayed silent for a moment and Taehyung talked again, he wasn’t one to do well with silence.

–Don’t you have the greatest assistant in the country? – he smiled again while looking at you. His tie was a little crooked, and who wore ties with little comic whales to work? Taehyung, that’s who; the indeed greatest assistant in the country who worked for you.

–Thanks Taehyung, you did well – you smiled softly at him and Taehyung shrugged.

–At your service boss, call me if you need me – he checked something else on his iPad and then exited your office, leaving you wondering how you’d managed to do without him before.

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Forgotten Home

request: HI hello :) I was wondering if you could do an imagine where the girl is a young child when she first goes to never land and the lost boys get a long with her. Then she returns years later with the shadow and pans all shocked ect. I love your writing and if you can do this then thank you so much!!

author’s note: thank you so much for requesting! this is a little different from the original request because i’ve read stuff similar to this prompt before, so i hope you still like it! pan may seem a little out of character; i had a hard time writing his character when interacting with a child that he is supposed to be close to. i haven’t edited this, so i apologize for any mistakes xoxo

-8 years old-

“Y/N? Where are you, darling?” I hear my mother’s feet on the creaking staircase. “It’s time for bed.”

           I hold my breath as she knocks on my bedroom door. I cover my mouth with one sweaty hand to keep her from hearing me laugh.

           She doesn’t wait for me to answer her; she pushes the door open and steps into the pink room. “Y/N,” she calls. “Come out now, sweetheart.”

           I stay under my bed, staring at her slippers with anxiety. I try to scoot back further to avoid being seen, but my butt awkwardly hits the mattress above me. My eyes squeeze shut from both the shame and the aggravation of giving away my hiding place.

           My mother’s feet turn towards me and walk to the edge of my bed. “Y/N, love, please.”

           Sighing, I crawl out.

           My mother gives me a sad smile, warm palm cupping my dirty cheek. “What were you doing, Y/N?”

           “I was hiding,” I say quietly.

           “Why were you hiding from me?”

           I frown. “I wasn’t hiding from you.”

           She returns my look, though she appears more confused. “Then who were you hiding from?”

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#4 | Love In Times of War | Gwash x Reader

A/N: This took way longer than it should’ve. I am so sorry for the delay! My phone kept deleting my draft and I have to rewrite it over and over again.

I also can’t write in hamiltime. It’s crappy as hell.

Warning: mentions of war


George watched everyone interact around the ballroom.

Philip Schuyler was hosting a Winter’s Ball tonight, and George was taking this time to relieve himself of the stress. War always came with heavy prices.

The physical exhaustion cannot compare to the mental exhaustion he faced. The wounds from battle can be healed through medicine but thoughts of strategies and sacrifice are burdens that can be drowned in alcohol. That would’ve been temporary, still.

He watched his men be merry and enjoy the night as if there was no war looming over them. Particularly, he observed his new aide-de-camp, Alexander Hamilton, interact with two of the Schuyler Sisters.

George observed as Hamilton chat with the eldest sister, Angelica Schuyler, before being dragged by said sister to Elizabeth Schuyler. From afar, he already knew how the story will play out. It was pitiful to watch.

Sacrifice. It’s a painful thing.

He drifted around the ballroom, stopping to chat with his men. The smiles he received were genuine. Unlike at war. Grimaces.

A clack of heels interrupted his conversation with one of his lieutenants. “Bonjour, General,” the Marquis greeted.

“Hello, Lafayette,” George greeted warmly, “Are you enjoying yourself?” Lafayette’s smile stretched into a grin.

“Oui! I have the greatest pleasure of meeting (Y/N).” He gestured to the lady in his arm. George stared in awe at the beauty beside his trusted soldier.

Her (H/C) locks were elegantly tied back to show her angelic face. The gown she dressed in accentuated her body beautifully.

“Mr. Lafayette,” (Y/N) said, “I think your greatest pleasure will be the next lady you will approach.” She smirked deviously as she nudged him towards the stranded Schuyler Sister.

“That, it will be.” Lafayette straightened his coat, winking at (Y/N). “I’ll also leave you be with the man you’ll have the greatest pleasure of meeting,” Lafayette cackled and left (Y/N) in a blubbering, blushing mess.

George turned to look at the lieutenant he was talking to but found an empty space. He must’ve excused himself when Lafayette approached. Now it was only him and (Y/N).

“So, General,” (Y/N) started. He turned to her and smiled.

“Please, just George, miss (Y/N),” he said.

“Then call me just (Y/N). No need for the ‘miss’.” Her shy smile made George’s heart beat faster, uncharacteristical for a general.

“May I offer you a dance, (Y/N)?” He held out a hand and bowed slightly. She took his hand, smiling.



She was too enchanting.

George danced with (Y/N) the entire night, talking of trivial things and sometimes bordered on serious topics.

“Lafayette seems to be enjoying himself a little too much, don’t you think?” (Y/N) snickered as she watched the French man chugging down a flute of champagne in rapid pace.

“From all the events these past few months, he dearly deserves happiness whilst temporary,” commented George off-handedly.

(Y/N) casted her eyes downward. “Bliss is a scarcity in times of war,” she said softly under her breath. George heard what she said and turned to her with a look of sadness.

“You mustn’t worry about that (Y/N),” he chided gently, “There is always joy in the simplest things.” He held her hand in an act of comfort.

She smiled at him as a thankful gesture. “You are the sweetest, George. Thank you,” she said.

As (Y/N) looked on, watching the soldiers and ladies circle the ballroom, George mustered all the courage he could gather and took a deep breath.

“(Y/N).” She faced George in curiousity.

“Yes?” she questioned.

“I-” he let out a shaky breath-“I would like to court you, (Y/N).” She blinked once before registering his words. A shy smile crept on her face.

“It would be an honor.”


George loved (Y/N) with all his heart. Through the letters he responded with her from the warfront, he fell in love with her with her sweet and gentle words that never failed to calm him.

It sort of frightened his men at how lovestruck their commander was. Alexander once accidentally stumbled upon George reading the letters; he thought that it wasn’t his usually stoic leader for he had an uncharacteristical smile on his face.

He couldn’t blame him though. Whenever Eliza would send him a letter, he felt like there was no war and she is there ready to hug him. Love alleviates suffering.

Everything that George did, he dedicated to (Y/N). He fought the war for her. He sacrificed for her. He risked his own life for her.

He loved her too much in that short moment of time. Despite the lack of actual communication, he knew she loved him back. Their letters to each other might as well need not for words. Their feelings so strongly displayed in each envelope.

Through the long months of bloodshed and tears, the war was won. George never tasted victory as sweet as this.

(Y/N). His mind wandered to the woman who held him together even when they were far apart.

He was anxiously waiting for the perfect time to propose to her.

Once he comes home, he’ll go directly to (Y/N)’s residence, talk to her parents and hope they agree. If things go well, he’ll be marrying the love of his life.


It was as daunting as going to war.

Dressed in his usual general outfif, George Washington looked ready to fight. And he was going to fight for (Y/N)’s hand.

He took confident strides to the (L/N) residence. Even as a maid opened the door for him, he exuded confidence as he entered the household.

His steps faltered when he came face-to-face with Mr. (L/N).

Mr. (L/N), a rich merchant well known for his negotiation skills. George hoped he stood a chance in winning his daughter’s hand.

And that he did.

“Take good care of her, Mr. Washington.” Mr. (L/N) gripped his hand menacingly. “I do not want my daughter to feel miserable in her life.”

“I will, Mr. (L/N). I will not let any harm befall on her,” promised George with a confident voice.

“I’m sure you won’t.” The man’s gaze softened as he looked through the wall. “(Y/N), you can step out of your hiding place. I presume you would like to speak to your fiancé.” (Y/N) sheepishly smiled at her father as she stepped out behind the wall. He embraced her tightly before walking out and leaving her and George alone.

She made the first move, running to him and wrapping her arms around his waist.

“I can’t stop thinking about you.” Her voice was muffled by his suit.

“Me too,” George whispered, cradling her in his arms gently.

“I’m so paranoid, thinking that the war would be lost, or you might be slaughtered in an ambush. Maybe you went to fight in the frontlines and got wounded badly. So many possibilities, and I might lose you.” She held him tighter, tears threatening to spill.

“But the war is now over. Everything will be fine. We have each other and now, there’s no threat of danger,” soothed George. “We’re okay.”

“We’re okay.”

Pancake Day // Oli White

Word Count- 1005

Summary- based on olis vlog and part of caspars live stream :) tho i changed it a bit

A/N- also s/o to liv for giving me the idea. ilysm girlie


Today was February 28th. Which meant one thing.

It was Pancake Day.

Due to it being such an exciting day, Oli decided to vlog because you and he were going to celebrate.

He started the vlog a little after noon because he had had a dentist appointment earlier that morning. And you two may have gotten a little preoccupied after said appointment.

While he finished talking about his past few days, his book tour and his future plans, you patiently sat on the couch scrolling through various social media platforms.

The fans knew you quite well due to the many videos you had been featured in throughout all the buttercream channels. But you preferred to do the behind-the-scenes because the spotlight just wasn’t for you.

After an agonizing 10 minutes, the fun began.

You gathered all the ingredients onto the countertop as Oli pulled up a recipe on his computer, simultaneously talking to the camera.

He handed you the camera as he grabbed the bag of flour.

“Okay, so we’re going to start off with the flour,” he poured some into a bowl and grabbed the sifter. “Right, this is my sift. Um, I couldn’t find a bigger one than this. So this is what we’ll be using.”

You laughed from behind the screen, “Babe, you don’t really need to sift.”

“Y/n doesn’t know what she’s talking about. Of course you need to soft. You always need to sift.”

You got an up close shot of his sifting job.

He looked directly at the camera, “Look at this sifting action. This is what you call a world class sifter.”

“Just so you know guys, Oli yelled at me when I tried to help so that’s why I’m the cameraman.”

“Stop lying to the viewer’s, Y/n!”

“I’m not lying!” you giggled.

After a few minutes of sifting, Oli finally finished.

“Alright! We’re done sifting. Now we need to add the salt, butter and milk.”

He grabbed an egg and tried cracking it.

“God, I really hate cracking eggs.”

“Here,” you said, handing him the camera. “Let me try.”

“Okay,” he sighed. “But if I can’t do it, then neither can you.”

You grabbed the egg out of his hand and easily cracked in open, “I’m sorry. Can you please repeat what you just said?”

He flipped the camera so it was now on him, “its official guys, and I have the greatest girlfriend in the world.”

You just smiled, giving him a quick peck on the lips.

“Can I keep that in?” he asked.

“Sure,” you smiled again, cracking the second egg.

“Okay guys, so for the rest of the ingredients, I’m going to speed it up and play some music.”

What was supposed to be just adding the rest of the ingredients, turned into a full on dance session. Oli was doing the moonwalk while you were pumping your fists in the air to the imaginary music.

“I can’t wait to see all the comments telling us to stop dancing,” you laughed as you stirred the batter.

“We won’t care though,” he said as he kissed your temple, wrapping his arms around you.

He quickly got his camera out, “Alright so that has to sit for ten minutes.”

You quietly covered your hands in flour then said, “Babe give me a hug.”

Oli shut off the camera, “Of course, love.”

He wrapped his arms around you and you squeezed his butt, causing two flour hand prints to appear on his pants.

“Whoa, love. We already did it once today. Looking for a second round?” he chuckled.

“Nope, just wanted a squeeze,” you said quickly, kissing him.

He let go of you and turned his focus to his computer. While he did this, you wiped off your hands and tuned on his camera.

“Alright, so I think we’re almost read- what are you doing?” he asked suspicious.

“Just vlogging,” you said smugly.

“Okay…” he said, turning around. However, his laptop had fallen asleep so he could see your reflection, he quickly turned around, “Why are you vlogging my bum?”

You busted out into a fit of laughter as he turned his head and upper body to look at his pants.

“Oh my god Y/n!”

“Sorry babe, but it was so worth it,” you continued laughing.

He took the camera and looked into the lens, “Well, we still have 5 more minutes of waiting. So in the meantime, Y/n and I are going to have a food fight.”

“What? Oli no!” you protested but he had already thrown a handful of flour at you.

“Oli!” you squealed chasing after him, grabbing the Belgium Chocolate Dipping Sauce on your way.

“Get back here!” you shouted, chasing him into the living room.

“Catch me if you can love!” he smiled from behind the camera.

You knew it was wrong but you couldn’t help it. Oli was so gullible.

“Ouch!” you screamed as you flung yourself onto the floor.

“Y/n? Babe are you okay?” he dropped his camera on the couch and rushed over to you.

“It hurts,” you fake whined.

“What does?” he asked.

“Seeing you lose,” you smiled.

“What are you on about?”

You stuck two fingers into the chocolate and smeared it all over his face.

“Y/n! That was so cruel. How dare you use me like that!” he said, inches from your face.

“Oh come here ya big baby,” you sighed as you grabbed his face, licking some chocolate off his face.

“Ew!” he pulled away.

You wriggled your eyebrows, “Wanna taste?”

He dipped his head down and captured your lips in a kiss. The kiss was rather short due to you accidentally putting your hand on his cheek which caused you to get covered in chocolate as well.

“Okay, let’s get cleaned up and finish the pancakes,” he stood up.

“One more kiss,” you whined, using his arms as support to pull yourself up.

Yeah, you guys didn’t get to cook the pancakes until later that night. Your afternoon was filled with way better activates.

To my readers

I hope you all are having the greatest day! I truly do. You all make me smile when ever I see someone like or reblog or comment or message me! You all are the best! You all are so amazing that I feel guilty that I can’t write right now so I want to tell you why.

I’m getting a divorce. It’s not pretty and it’s not glamorous but it’s what I need to do. I’ve been in a pretty low place recently and almost turned back to cutting and contemplating suicide because I thought it was going to be my only way to escape. I know that this isn’t the shit you want to read and I’m sorry but there is no light right now, no motivation. I’ve been emotionally abused off and on for three years but recently it’s gotten worse. I don’t want to sit here and tell you my sob story because I still doubt myself some days. But I wanted to give you all an explanation.

So thank you. Thank you for all the love and support on my stories. I promise I’ll keep going but for now I just can’t.

Special thanks to @lavendersisterhood for your posts. You really do help ❤️and to my fierce lady friends @livforthegames Thank you, Love.

The signs as I know them:

Aries: you act tough and abrasive but you’re actually like a giant toddler lost in a crowd, looking for their mom. You’re so sweet when you’re not being competitive and sassy and when you don’t let the jealousy get the best of you. You are so much better than you realize and I hope you know even those who hate you, secretly love you.

Taurus: everyone thinks you’re this giant toddler searching for food and cuddles. You’re actually just this silly stubborn person I always want to hug. You think no one takes you seriously- well honestly we don’t, until you’re mad and have our attention. I wish it was easier for you to grab our attentions and make us listen because you do say some peculiar things. (Ps. Stop eating all my food.)

Gemini: you’re not a two faced bitch. No matter what anyone says. You’re actually the people I’ve met with the most depth and pain, but also the ability to see the bright side and hope for the best. You’re so curious and bring a new light to life and I’m genuinely grateful for each little gemini I’ve met. Thank you for being so adaptive and loving in ever situation, even when its hard to be.

Cancer: I know I call you whiny but it’s only because you have something I long for. You’re so in control of your emotions and loyal and loving and I wish I was able to love the world at the depth you do.

Leo: people say that people you dislike are usually ones you see the bad qualities of yourself in. Maybe thats why I don’t get along with you. But you guys are so stylish. Like how? You guys are the definition of perfection in your looks and although at times your selfish, you are loyal and brave. You shine like the sun.

Virgo: please please please see yourself for what you truly are. You are smart and loving and unique and so quirky but youre so busy thinking you need to fix yourself that you’re miserable and don’t see it. You’re so busy pleasing others that you’ve lost yourself somewhere along the way. You’re so much stronger than people see and for that I am proud. Beauty doesn’t always have to be outward, and you are truly beautiful inside.

Libra: you’re always so starry eyed and in love. Even when your heart has been broken and used you forgive and trust and love and I admire that. Don’t let players turn love into a game for you. Because your love is so genuine when you mean it.

Scorpio: you guys have the most wonderful smiles. You make the greatest friends- protective, loving, sweet, charming. I wish you would let more people see the real you- soft and loving, nurturing.

Sagittarius: you guys say what you want and do what you want and you’re such badasses like wow. I wish I was capable of conquering the world like you do. You’re intense and dazzling and you basically are the it girl from every teen flick and I am slightly jealous of you. You have a fire in your soul and don’t ever let anyone take that from you.

Capricorn: you make me laugh so hard constantly and I love that. You have such a pessimistic view on life but you still find a way to allow jokes and laughter and love into your heart. You’re fierce and loyal and genuine. I never have to guess what you’re thinking and I applaud you, genuine people are hard to find in this day and age.

Aquarius: you truly are an angel. You see the world and you try to be outgoing and have everyone love you, but you understand that that’s not possible and you keep your head up. You’re a fighter. You’re so smart and curious and peculiar, your head is lost up in space. But I’ve caught a few of you and I will hold onto you, because as detached as you seem, you feel so much and are always down to talk about space

Pisces: you’re the true hippie child. The old soul. You’re like floating through time and space with stars in your eyes and I don’t know how you stay so perky and driven but you do. Don’t let anyone take that from you. Please.

some-italian  asked:

Hey what's your favorite thing you've said, mainly because I'm graduating soon *wink wink*

Oh man dude i dunno!??! this sounds like a thing other people could answer but not me. Well i guess uh, um

Things i believe in that I have said are  “Enthusiasm is the power behind everything.”

 and “Strength comes with many faces; Loyalty, Compassion, Kindness, Effort. But never dominance, and never war.” 

“Creating and Collaborating are two of the greatest things humans can do. Not the only things, but some of the greatest.” 

“Making others smile when you don’t have the strength to smile on your own is a gift born of compassion for everything but yourself.”

“Context provides an explanation, not an excuse.”

and some other things???

Better please, if anyone ELSE has something i’ve said that they’ve like reblog this with it in the comment please.

Memories (boyfriend jb)

word count: 1362

“I still can’t believe they are really doing this.” I murmured quietly while looking through the window at the streets of my hometown. “C'mon baby, they had to do it eventually.” Justin took my hand in his and tried his best to make me less sad. “You are their youngest child and you moved away to LA to go to college and now you live with your amazing boyfriend, they don’t have a reason to stay in that big house anymore.”

“I know Justin, but that was my home for 18 years, there are so many memories there, with my siblings and all that, it’s going to be really hard saying goodbye to that house.” My eyes started tearing up again and seeing that Justin squeezed my hand harder letting me know he was there and somehow it felt better.

“Thank you for doing this with me,” I looked at him and wiped a few tears from my face “it really means a lot that I have you here now.” He smiled and kissed my hand while keeping his eyes on the road. “I’m always here for you baby, don’t need to thank me for that.”

Looking at him in that particular moment gave me insight in what love truly is once again. He is the busiest person I have ever met and he didn’t even think twice to cancel all his meetings and studio hours when I told him my parents are selling our house and I need to go home to get my stuff. He offered to go with me and he is willingly going to listen my dads’ nonsense for the entire weekend just because he knows I need him there.

“I love you, you know that?” I asked still not taking my eyes off him. “I know princess, I love you too.”

“Mom? Dad?” I called entering my old home and was immediately overwhelmed with everything around me because every single thing in that house was full of memories I didn’t appreciate before I knew they won’t be there forever. “You two are already here!” My mom walked out of the kitchen with her apron on as per usual. “The lunch isn’t done yet, but it should be ready soon.” She smiled and hugged me then Justin. “How was your trip?” She asked and started walking back to the kitchen with me and Justin following. “It was really good Mrs. Y/L/N, how was your day?” Justin asked as we sat down at the counter on the same chairs me and my siblings were having breakfast every morning when we were kids.

“See Y/N, he asks about my day, when was the last time you asked your mother how is she doing?” I rolled my eyes at her and got up to take a bottle of water from the fridge. “Mom, I literally ask you how you are doing every day when we talk on the phone.” I say and take a cookie out of the jar catching my moms judging look because I will spoil my appetite or something like that. “But Justin asks that like he cares.” “I am like that with his mom, I guess it’s a thing.” I replied and she threw me a smile.

“Y/N!” I hear my dads voice behind me and jump from my chair to get to him as fast as I can. “I missed you sweetheart.” He says while hugging me. “Missed you too, dad.” I move away from him and he and Justin shake hands. “Nice to see you Justin.” “You too sir.” Justin replies nervously and I take his hand into mine knowing it will calm him down. He looks down on me and smiles. “This is going to be a long weekend.” “Tell me about it.”

“I can’t believe this will not be my room anymore.” I said more to myself than to Justin and started opening the drawers on my table and looking through the stuff. “I can’t believe you actually had posters of me on your walls when you were younger.” He chuckled and sat on my bed. “Hey, I left this room a year ago, and if my roommate in LA wasn’t such an asshole” I looked at him and raised my eyebrow “I would still have your posters above my bed.”

“Y/N I have told you a million times that I don’t want to have posters of me in our room. It would just be creepy.” Silently he walked over to me and hugged me tightly. “Also, now you have the real thing, what do you need posters for?” He whispered seductively and kissed my neck. “Eh, I kinda liked you more on posters.” I said quickly and started putting books that I want to keep into one box. “Funny.” Justin replied throwing himself on my bed again. “We all know you love me.” “Never said I didn’t.”

“Oh my God, I can’t believe I kept this all this time.” I held the item tightly in my hands. “What?” Justin got to me and stared at the Starbucks cup quite confused. “I bought this the first time my parents let me go to the city alone with my friends, so after we saw a movie we went to Starbucks.” I put the cup on the floor and began rummaging through the box again. “The ticket to that movie must be here somewhere.” “Which movie did you watch?” He sat next to me and began taking random stuff and laughing at me for keeping so many unnecessary shit.

“Never say never.” I said proudly and picked up an old, almost ruined movie ticket remembering the day like it was yesterday. “Are you serious?!” Justin started laughing and took the ticket from my hands. “That is so cute baby.” He kissed my cheek. “You were my biggest fan since like forever.” “Yeah, you were so likeable back in the day.” He fake laughed and threw a pillow at me. “Stop being rude.” “I’m just messing around,” I got closer to him and kissed his cheek, “it’s kinda my way of coping with all this.”

“Babe?” I heard Justins voice calling from my room and the sound of him getting up from the bed. “What are you doing here?” He asked while rubbing his eyes as he sat next to me. “I used to spend so much time on this balcony,” I moved closer to him and put my head on his shoulder. “it was kinda my safe place, like I remember coming out here every night I couldn’t sleep and I would just stare at the moon like I’m a freaking werewolf until I felt better.” He laughed and kissed my head while pulling me closer to him because it was pretty cold and he was of course shirtless.

“I know it’s hard to let go of the memories princess, but just look at this as the beginning of a new chapter in a way. You are going to start making new memories in your new home, in a few years with your new family and it’s gonna be great.” He looked down at me and smiled. “And also, you have like the greatest boyfriend in the world who is going to be spoiling you till the rest of your life, so you are good.” He said and kissed my forehead. “I do truly have a great boyfriend.” I kissed him and took his hand in mine. “But he’s gonna freeze if I don’t take him inside right now.” I said and got up pulling him with me.

“Damn, why is it so cold here?” Justin asked while wrapping himself in like three blankets. “Maybe, just maybe it’s because you are walking around shirtless.” I replied after closing the window. “Oh, so you want me to get up and put a shirt on? Okay.” He looked me with a smirk and started getting up. “I didn’t say that!” I legit threw myself onto him so he was on the bed and I was on him. “I guess I’m going to have to warm you up myself.”

“I like the sound of that.”

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You are the world, as seen through perfect eyes. Your tenderness, your love, ever present in your actions. Your smell lingers in my memories, even when you're gone. Wisdom is carried in every word, with the sound of your voice. The way you smile is the greatest argument that goodness exists. You have never caused pain, yet you have vanquished many evils. You are the greatest hero, that I have ever known. - Pelna

The way you smile is the greatest argument that goodness exists.

Originally posted by melancholicwaifu

You Were Right

* Hamilsquad × Reader
* 282: The way you flirt is shameful
* Hamiltime

A/N: I had planned to post this tomorrow but I decided to post it early so I can post that request in the morning. I have a lot of spare time during recovery so this happened. Again I had some pain medication in me so…


You watched John Laurens from across the bar. He was currently flirting with some young lady who walked into the bar. You covered you mouth to stifle the laughter as she shot him down. The boys, however, had no problem laughing at the fact that their friend got shot down.

“Alright. It wasn’t that funny.” He muttered as he plopped into his seat

“Oh oui it was mon amie.” Lafayette said between laughter.

“Yeah? I’d like to see you do any better!” He challenged.

“Oh no…” you muttered. You saw where this was going.

“In fact I’d like to if any of you could do better.” He told the boys.

They all agreed and went to flirt with a girl of their choosing. The only one who managed to get far at all was Alexander, who received her address so he could write her. You shook your head at them.

“The way you flirt is shameful.” You told them.

“Huh?” Alex questioned.

“Not only do you strike out but when you do successed, it’s only for sport.” You told them. “Are you even gonna write that girl?” You asked.

“Er…well…” He grappled for an answer

“Thought so.”

“Well Y/N, how do you unshamefully flirt?” John asked you.

“Well first I need to find someone actually interesting.” You told him. And just then interesting walked through the door. A tall man with wild curls stood at the bar. He had on a bright magenta suit, and pulled it off amazingly. While it would look tacky on others, it helped his figure immensely. “Like him.” You said and slid off your seat before they could question who it was.

You straightened your gown, making sure it fell just right. You toyed with your hair, making sure there were no tangles. You walked up to the bar and sat in the seat next to him. “Uh excuse me.” You said and tentatively put a hand on his shoulder. He looked to you and you saw a smile cross his face. “Sorry to bother you Sir, but I’ve never been here. Do you know what’s good?”

He’s smile widened. “It Thomas please, not Sir. Much too formal.” He waved the barkeep over. He ordered a glass of wine and paid for it. “That’s a french wine, and take me word for it, it’s good.” You smiled and took a small sip. And boy was he right. It was sweet while still holding the sharpness of alcohol.

“Wow, that is really good!” You didn’t need to fake the enthusiasm. You smiled and talked and laughed and twirled you hair. You pulled every trick in the book, and it worked.

“Y/N, may I have the pleasure of writing such an enticing woman?” He asked.

“I suppose.” You told him. You gave him an address to reach you at. You walked out with a slight glance at the guys. They took the hint and scrambled off their chairs to meet you outside.

“Hold on!” Alexander shouted. You had just got off your chair and were approaching the bar. “That’s Thomas fucking Jefferson!” He spat.

“No!” John said horrified and spun around in his chair to see the bar. “That is!”

“In that terrible violet coat?” Lafayette asked.

“That’d be the asshole.” Alexander said. “Y/N, shouldn’t do this.” His voice took on a worried tone.

“Why? Is someone jealous?” Hercules teased him.

“No, I’m worried about her. She’s like my sister. Jefferson is a major flirt, he’s gonna break her heart.” He told them.

“If he’s smart he won’t.” Lafayette growled.

“Yeah don’t worry man, we got her back. Always.” John said.

But the guys did worry. As you laughed and played with your hair they knew you’d be walking away having given Thomas your address. When you went to leave you shot them a look and they all got up to follow you.

“And that, boys, is how you flirt.” You told them outside the bar.

“Oh and you’re gonna write him?!” Alexander asked. He was teeming with anger.

“I was planning on it.” You told him. He only huffed and stormed away. John shot you and apologetic look and followed his friend to calm him.

“Hercules, make sure our mon amie gets home safely.” Lafayette told Hercules before running to the other two.

“What was that all about?” You asked him.

“Y/N, we know Thomas, or Alexander does.” He told you.

“He does?”

“Yeah. He said that the guy is a major flirt, he doesn’t want you to get hurt.” He explained.

“He could’ve gone about it better.” You said.

“Yeah but we just worry about you. Heck, it’s out job.” He said with a smile.

“And you boys do a great job.” You said with a smile as you finally walked up your porch steps. “Thank you Hercules.” You leaned up and hugged him with a smile before going inside.

Your letters to Thomas were so full of promise. But sometimes you wonder if it was empty promises. The only time he ever showed you real affection was when you met him at Cabinet meetings. You knew it was because Alexander was there.

You were walking to his place to talk to him about the state of your relationship. He was just getting back from an outing as well. You hung back not wanting it to be weird that you showed up as he got home. You watched as one of his female slaves opened the door. You crinkled you nose in disgust. You didn’t support slavery at all, it was one problem you had with Thomas.

You disgust turned to shock as he smiled and pulled the woman to him and pressed his lips to yours. A sob escaped your mouth. You were glad you were too far away for the noise to notify them of your presence. You ran off. You don’t know why you were so upset. Maybe it was the fact that he never told you. Maybe it was because, no matter how little affection was there, it was still a relationship.

You didn’t even registered where you were until you were pounding on the door. The door opened and Alexander was there. As you thought, so were the other guys. You sniffed and knew you must’ve looked terrible. “Y/N.” Alexander said pulling you into a hug.

“You were right. You were so right and I’m so sorry.” You sobbed into his chest. He walked you inside and sat you on a couch. He sat on one side of you while Lafayette took the other side. Hercules sat in the arm rest behind Lafayette and John sat on the coffee table in front of you.

“I was right? About what?” He asked.

“Thomas.” You whispered.

“What did he do Y/N?” John asked, sounding more threatening than you’d ever heard him.

“He cheated on me. Or used me to cheat on someone, I don’t know for sure. All I know is I went to speak to him and I caught him kissing another woman.” You looked down at your lap, tears in your eyes. “And with more passion then he ever did me.”

“I’m just sorry I was right.” Alexander said and wrapped an arm around your shoulder. You turned to him sobbed heavily into his shoulder.

“Who on Earth could tolerate him?” Lafayette asked.

“On of his staff.” You spat out. Not only did he have slaves, but he had affairs with them.

“Hold on. Jefferson has taken a slave as his mistress?!” Alexander asked you. “No wonder he wants slavery to stay in place. But are you alright?” He asked you, rubbing your shoulder affectionately.

“No.” You bawled. “It wasn’t even that serious of a relationship. Why am I so uset?” You asked.

“Because you trusted him on a deep level.” John said. “But clearly he didn’t deserve you.” John said.

“Do we need to hurt him?” Hercules asked.

You let out a light chuckle. “No, don’t do that. He’s not worth the waste of time.”

“Damn right he’s not.” Alexander said.

“But we’ll be here for your whenever guys throw away ze greatest thing zay could have.” Lafayette said. You smiled greatly at your friends.

“But Y/N.” John spoke. “I thought through this endeavor you were showing us the proper way to flirt.” He said with a playful smirk. You grabbed a decorative pillow off the couch and hit him with it.

"So...what did you dream about?" A Bellamy Blake smut

Requested: “Bellamy with the dream one of inappropriate AU’s” and
“Can you just write some kind of Bellamy smut? lol I have no ideas for prompts”
I combined these requests so it will be sooner that requests will be reopened! I got carried away with this sorry! check out the smut au prompts tag and I’d be happy to fill it when requests are reopened.
Bellamy Blake was a man who did have vivid dreams when he slept. In fact, he could only count on one hand of dreams ever since he grew up that he had thought of fondly. This dream. The dream currently underway was the best one he’s had in a long time.
Bellamy approached the figure on the bed of the dimly lit room. He recognized the room. It was his and (Y/N)’s bedroom.
“Bellamy.” (Y/N) sang in a heavenly voice. His head turned to the bed and his eyes widened at the sight.
His beautiful (Y/N) laid on the bed, sprawled out as she was naked. Giving him a plain view of her drenched, yet beautiful heat. Bellamy moaned at the sheer sight of it as (Y/N) giggled.
“Crete big boy…there’s something I want to try.” She grinned. Bellamy could only nod as he noticed a rope on the bedside table.
“(Y/N)-you’re so hot-”
“Shhh…not talking tonight baby boy.” (Y/N) warned playfully as she moved in front of Bellamy. Bellamy could only gasp as he went to rest a hand on her ass. He slapped it away causing him to gasp. She trailed a hand to his bulge before giving it a harsh grab. He gasped before letting out a feeble moan.
“No touching me.” She warned.
“What?!” He asked with big eyes.
“I’m going to have to tie you down, aren’t I baby?”
“Yes-” she gave him another harsh squeeze.
“Yes what?”
“Mistress.” He begged. She nodded with a grin as she shoved him onto the bed. The dream faded but came back as Bellamy was tied to the bed. It was hazy but instead of him being tied down, she was. And Bellamy was harshly pounding into her as she fought the restraints with little success.
“You like it when I tie you up huh little slut?!” Bellamy snarled slapping her breast as she yelped.
“Yes-Yes master!” She cried and Bellamy flicked her tiny bud in praise.
“That’s my good girl.”
“Yeah that’s right. Say my fucking name you dirty little girl.”
Outside of the land of nod. (Y/N) laid next to Bellamy. She yawned but quickly took notice of something going on behind her. Bellamy grinding into her ass hard. She could feel his hard on moving on her ass before gasping. She let out a slight moan before detaching herself from Bellamy’s arms. He rolled over and thrusted his hips into the mattress as if it were the girl.
“Bell!” She whispered as she traced lines on his bare back.
“Mhm…that’s right…my dirty little girl.” He moaned before turning to face the ceiling. (Y/N) smirked to herself as an awful idea occurred to her.
“Bellamy.” She said as Bellamy jolted awake. With a gasp he realized it was a dream. He sighed as he stared up at (Y/N) who had a Cheshire Cat grin on her face. She shifted slightly before Bellamy moaned as she grinded on his hard on.
“Dammit (Y/N).” He moaned.
“So…tell me about your dream?” She whispers with a small smile. Bellamy fought back a blush before biting his lip as he placed his large hands on her delicate waist.
“You uh…you took charge for a bit…you tied me up…maybe a blowjob…then I was pounding into you mercilessly.” He said tapping her waist. (Y/N) grinned at her helpless boyfriend. She knew how much power she had right now. And she wasn’t about to pass it up.
“Why don’t you go grab some of your ties from work…” She whispered nibbling his ear. He nodded before speeding of to his office in their tiny apartment. (Y/N) took this time to strip before laying on their bed all sprawled out. Her legs open wide.
“I could only find four-” Bellamy’s eyes widened as the sight. Drinking in at her current state.
“Bellamy…you have about three seconds to undress or mistress will be very…upset.” She stated in a seductive tone as she slid off the bed. Bellamy didn’t realize how hard he was till he ripped his boxers off. His sensitive head was now red. He hissed before he walked to the bed. (Y/N) pushed him onto the bed before kissing his Adam’s apple he shivered and suddenly felt silky material around his wrist. He went to grab her boob but she slapped his hand.
“You’ve been naughty. Naughty boys don’t deserve to touch.” She warned. She yanked his hand that was attached to the silky tie before tying him to one side of the bed.
“One.” She murmured as she went to tie his foot.
“Two.” And another one.
“Three.” The other hand was tied.
“Four.” She smiled as he laid tied and completely helpless.
“Now what.”
“You worked some magic with that pretty mouth of yours.” He whimpered.
“Oh…did I do…this?” She asked as she peppered kisses on his hip bones. He bucked his hips but she slapped one of his thighs causing him to whimper.
“No. Moving. Whose in charge here?!” She hissed.
“Y-you are mistress.” He whined.
“Good boy. So did I lick your cock like this?” She licked under the underside of his erect cock. He moaned as he threw his head back.
“Or…like this?” She asked as she licked around the head of his thick and long cock.
“Both!” He shouted.
“Such a needy little boy.” She hummed.
“Please! Please mistress!” He begged tugging on the restraints.
“Hm…maybe…” She returned to her sucking and licking causing Bellamy to be a whimpering mess as she bobbed quickly. His tip hitting the back of her throat repeatedly.
“(Y/N)-FUCK! I’m gonna…I’m gonna-”
“Don’t you dare!” She took him out of her mouth with a pop.
“If you do…you’ll have to watch me get myself off. Understood.” She growled. He could only nod helplessly. She smirked before licking a final stripe up the underside of his cock before standing up. Towering up over him.
“While you’re tied…would you like to make up for your little mistake. Maybe if your good after I’ll let you cum.” She hummed as she bent down. Placing her wet heat on his abdomen before grinding lightly. He moaned.
“Anything mistress-please!” He begged.
“Let me ride your face?” She asked innocently. He couldn’t help the smirk.
“Go ahead. Let me see that pretty little pussy in my mouth.” She involuntarily moaned at the dirty talk. She made her way and leaned her cunt into Bellamy’s mouth. He immediately attacked it with open mouth kisses. She gasped then moaned.
“You taste like fucking heaven mistress. So sweet. What happens if I put my tongue right here? On this little nub.” He licked up to her clit and relished the moan that exploded from her mouth. He smirked.
“Don’t you fucking tease me Bellamy.” She begged.
“Look whose begging now princess.” He murmured. She reached down and weaved her finger through his hair and tugged. He could see her clench before she released all over his face.
“Oh how sweet.” He murmured.
“Now…n-now what?”
“That’s the thing. It faded. But I remember you untied me and I tied you…” He smirked as she gulped with wide eyes. She nodded as she untied his wrists. He got untied and smashed his lips to hers and threw her down. Hurriedly tying her down as she gasped. He peppered kisses down to her heat and as it was still sensitive from previous play. She squirmed as the bonds kept her from moving.
“How ironic. Maybe…maybe I shouldn’t let you cum again.” He smirked.
“No!” She cried.
“Trying to tell me I can’t when I’m in charge now?! You’re not off to a good start…my dirty little girl.” He smacked her sensitive breast as she yelped. He chuckled darkly running his thumb over her nipple.
“Look how red it got…just like how red my poor cock got when you teased me.” He growled the last bit.
“Bellamy! I’m sorry just-please-”
“Whose Bellamy?!” He smirked as he rubbed the palm of his hand over her dripping heat.
“Master! I’m sorry!” She responded.
“Mhm…that’s what I thought. Now get ready because I’m not wasting anymore time. You’ve been quite a little minx.” He glared. He thrusted his cock into her causing her to gasp and arch her back as Bellamy didn’t stop and kept pounding into her. Her vision blurred with pleasure.
“Talk to me kitten.” He grunted.
“FUCK! Bellamy-oh my god! I love your cock!” Bellamy smirked as his curls stuck to his forehead from the sweat.
“That’s my dirty little girl. Begging for my cock like a little whore…” He grunted as he leaned down to suck on her neck.
“Should I let you cum?!” He asked bluntly. She nodded quickly.
“Please master! Please let me cum! I promise I’ll be good!” She cried. Bellamy bit his lip.
“Alright. But if you cum before I tell you too I will leave you here and you can’t touch yourself.” He warned.
“Thank you master!” She smiled as her vision turned white due to him hitting her g-spot repeatedly.
“On three…one….two…three! Cum now you dirty little girl.” He grunted as his thrusts turned sloppy. She felt him twitch inside her before stars filled her vision as she let out a scream. Bellamy tapped her clit and she clenched around him and he moaned loudly before he painted her walls with his cum. She felt herself release as a weird sensation over came her and she heard Bellamy gasp.
“Oh my god…you just…squirted. Holy shit that was fucking hot.” He smirked. She blushed.
“Oh my-”
“Oh! Your wrists.” He chuckled. He untied her. He rubbed her writs softly.
“You have the greatest dreams you know that.” She whispered tiredly.
“You’re amazing.” He smiled pecking her nose. He grabbed a rag from their nightstand and cleaned in between her legs. He heard light snoring as he tossed it into the dirty clothes bin.
“Goodnight…again.” He whispered bringing her close to his body before his eyes shut heavily.

Subject A0: In The Glade [Part 12]

What If

Originally posted by jeonjjkook

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“They took everything. They took her whole world. But little did they know that she found a new one in him.” (Newt x Reader)  

A/N: Wahoo!! Decided it was gonna be an In The Glade update tonight! Again, just to be clear, the way the maze works in this fic is basically a mix from the film and the books! hehe Hope you like this one!! too lazy to proof read whoops

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I Have Loved You Since One Shots: The Heart Wants What It Wants (Part 2)


*PART 1*

2 months later.

The nights were the worst; he’d cry himself to sleep almost every night and the nights he fell asleep voluntarily were the nights he went out drinking. He dreaded to wake up in the mornings because there didn’t seem to be anything to look forward to. With puffy eyelids and stained cheeks, he didn’t want to see anyone. Biology couldn’t even explain the pain he felt in his chest. 

He wanted to be able to lean over and kiss your bare back in the mornings as he watched you sleep for hours before you finally woke. He wanted to be able to take your hand or arm whenever he needed comfort. He wanted to kiss you again, he wanted to finally close the void in his chest and press his lips against yours. 

Harry was sat in his mother’s old living room. He didn’t want to be alone so he went back to the small house he grew up in. Part of you was still there in that house, your scent lingered from the days you’d stay with Anne and cook dinner for the rest of the family. Your perfume managed to cling onto his old bed sheets and nights seemed a bit easier with a little bit of you with him. 

He didn’t seem to know what happened or why it happened. Days after you left, you returned for your things and it was possibly that hardest decision you had to make removing his house key from your chain. He thought maybe after you left, you two would still be friends but you weren’t. Things just stopped. There were no more phone calls in the middle of the night when he couldn’t sleep, no more texts reading ‘I love you’ or ‘I miss you’ and it broke him.

“Hey baby,” Anne appeared at the door frame with two cups of tea in hand. “Do you mind if I join you?” Harry stayed quiet and kept his eyes fixed on the blank screen tv. Slowly, she walked over to him and handed him the cup but he stayed motionless. 

Anne was worried, she was afraid that one wrong question could send him over the edge. He was already on the brink of ice so she didn’t want to pressure him into talking unless he was ready. A mother’s never ready for the day her son comes home in the middle of the night, drunken with bloodshot eyes, crying his heart out into her arms.

She sighed and placed the cups on the table in front of them. “Come here, sweets,” Anne placed her arms around him and he surprisingly obliged. He rested his head on her chest as she gently stroked his long curls. “It’s going to be okay, I promise,” she cooed. Harry was out of tears, he’s shed so much that there didn’t seem to be anything left in him to shed.

“You remember that time I came home from the grocery store and I found you sat in the hallway crying?” She chuckled as Harry listened. “My love, you were so sad you couldn’t come out with me. Gemma told me you sat there for the whole hour I was gone. Not one movement.” She continued. “You were such a sweet boy. You’re still a sweet boy, baby. Everything’s going to be fine; you just have to give it time.”

Harry sniffled. For a while he thought the same thing. “Niall called,” he began, wiping his finger across his nose. “She’s leaving back to the states.”

“Oh,” Anne whispered. A tear slipped from Harry and she could feel it seep into her blouse. 

“Mum, I don’t want her to go,” he sobbed. She pulled him closer and rubbed his back as he brought his arm around her to hug her back. Her heart shook to the sound of her desperate son. “I-I can’t just forget about her! I don’t know how she does it, she’s fine without me but I’m a mess without her, it’s not fair!” He cried. 

“Shhh” she could feel him shaking in her arms, she could feel every broken part of him, breaking all over again.


“Do you want some tea,” Anne asked. He had finally calmed down from the crying and was sprawled across the couch. He nodded and sat up to reach for the cup in his mother’s hand. 

Anne sat on the coffee table across him and leaned over to grab his hand. “I know you’re hurting baby but if it was meant to be, someday you’ll find your way back to her.” Harry shook his head, he didn’t want to listen because he knew it was meant to be, you were the one and nothing was ever going to change that. “You two shared a great love, such a good love,” she continued. “But sometimes, you just have to let go.” She smiled. “Sometimes, the greatest love is simply to let go.”


“I’ll go,” Harry volunteered.

Gemma turned and shook her head, “No, it’s alright, I’ll go. I’ll be back in a jiffy.”

Harry was already grabbing his keys off the counter. “I’ll go.” He pressed a kiss to his mother’s temple and grabbed his jacket off the hook. He figured groceries would be a good excuse to get out of the house and drive around. 

He passed signs and old buildings where he had grew up in as he drove. The bakery down town was still opened; he remembered working there when he was younger, wrapping cheesecakes with old ladies and mopping the brown and cream colored tiles.

He drove and drove and finally found himself parked.

In front of your flat.

He didn’t know what to do now. He was sat in his car with his hands brushing the wheel over and over again. He wanted to see you; he wanted to see you one last time before you left. He grabbed the box he picked up from the bakery and climbed out of his car.

His shaky hands reached for the buzzer and he jumped when the door unlocked itself. Someone else must have pushed it by accident. He quickly grabbed the door before it locked again. 

He turned left at the corner and found your white painted door on the side. He could smell the cooking from outside the hall and it made him miss you even more. The nights where he came home late from work and found you waiting up on him with dinner ready. You always had a book in hand with a glass of wine in the other. He’d sneak up on you and you’d jump and scold him jokingly and then you’d kiss him anyway and talk about your days. He missed you. 

He knocked before his brain could stop him. Seconds passed before he heard you rushing over and unlocking the door. You opened the door to see the man you spent nights crying over and days breaking slowly. If only you knew he was doing the same. The man you left months ago was standing in front of you with his old blue beanie and big brown jacket, trying to smile under his puffed up eyes. 

“H-Hi,” he stuttered. You looked different. Your hair was longer and your body had lost weight. 

“Hi Harry.”

But your voice was still your voice. 

He brought his hand over his shoulder and behind his neck, “So-I was just in the neighborhood and I heard you were leaving so I wanted to come and maybe say goodbye.” 

You smiled small and motioned your arm, letting him come in. You were shaking and so was he. He walked in and saw boxes packed at every corner. You really were leaving.

“Do you want anything to drink?” You asked. 

“No, no, I’m good,” he gulped. “I uh, I brought you your favorite, caramel pecan cheesecake.” He nervously reached out to hand it to you. 

“Thank you,” you smiled. “You didn’t have to.” You took the box in your hand and placed it on the table. 

He shook his head, “Consider it a going away gift.” He chuckled. Was it okay to joke? 

You laughed with him, “Well thanks again then.” You began to head over into the kitchen to the boiling pot to turn off the stove, “So how have you been?” 

Horrible, lonely, sad, hurting. 

“I’m alright,” he lied. “You?“ 

You reached for the plate above in the cabinet as you quickly thought of what to say, “I’m okay.” But the truth was, you were far from it.

You walked back out to find him, wandering as always. He had his hands in his pocket and his legs all twisted. “So you’re leaving?” He asked, not wanting to hear the answer. 

"Yeah, I uh, I’m done with uni so there’s really no reason for me to stay anymore,” you began. “I got a job offer in New York for marketing.”

He smiled, “That’s great!” He wanted to hug you, congratulate you because he knew how you always wanted to be in the fashion industry. But he couldn’t. “Congratulations.”

“Thanks,” you muttered. “What about you? What’s going on with you? How are the boys? Any new girls?" 

He didn’t actually know because he hasn’t seen the boys in a while. He hasn’t seen anyone in a while. There were certainly no girls. “They’re good,” he said. “They miss you. And uh no, no girls.” 

You nodded. 

"What about you? Seeing anyone?” He asked. 

“No,” you shook your head, leaning against the counter. “Uh, I’m hoping to maybe find someone back in the states.” You added. 

He wanted to be that someone. He wanted you so much, it hurt to even think about another guy’s arm around you. “I still love you.” 

You were taken back a moment. This couldn’t be happening, he can’t say those things now. “Harry,” you whispered. You couldn’t manage to look him in the eyes because if you did, you’d fall into his arms and fall in love all over again because deep down, you knew you were still in love with him too. “You can’t sa-“

“No, just let me finish. Please? Before you leave,” he took a shuddering breath because this was it. After months of practicing what he would say to you if he ever had the nerves to tell you, this was it. “I thought I could handle being away from you but I was wrong. I can’t be away from you. If I can’t handle you being a few miles away, how am I going to handle you being 3,500 miles away?”

He came closer and brushed his finger on your cheek. You didn’t know you were crying until he wiped a tear off your face. 

“Please,” he whispered, beginning to lean in. He was taking this too far. He craved you and so did you but you couldn’t.

“No Harry!” You cried as you pushed him away and walked past behind him. “You can’t just kiss me and pretend everything’s okay! You can’t!" 

He was shaking. He didn’t turn to face you because he didn’t want to look at you crying. 

"God, do you know how long it took for me to be able to just throw a picture of you and me away? Harry, we can’t do this. If it’s not going to hurt now, it’s going to hurt later,” you wept. “I think you should go." 

He slowly turned, rushing his fingers through his hair, trying to contain the tears. He didn’t want to leave. 

"Fine,” he began. “I’ll leave if you tell me you don’t love me anymore because we both know you still love me just as much as I love you." 

You scoffed, shaking your head. 

"Look me in the eye and tell me you don’t have feelings for me anymore." 

You were angry because you couldn’t tell him that. You were angry because you still loved him. You didn’t think there would ever be a day where you didn’t love this man. 

"I still love you,” you admitted. “I still love you and it haunts me everyday. I can’t even go to the store without being reminded of you, Harry. I still love you and it makes me sick to think that I won’t ever be able to stop loving you!" 

He didn’t care if you fought him, he walked over and pulled you into his arms. His arms were strong around you and his familiar scent made you weak. His chest was warm and his breath was soft against you. 

"Shh,” he cooed. “I’m here. I love you. There’s nothing you can do to ever lose my love, baby." 

Baby. It stung you like the night things ended. The pain was coming back and it felt like you two were breaking up all over again. You held on for as long as possible but even you knew you couldn’t hold on forever. 

You lifted your head and his hand came around to caress your cheek. 

"We can’t,” you began. 

“Yes, we can,” he cut you off. 

“Harry, I can’t love you with the fear that one day you are going to discover that I’m not as great as you once thought I was.”

He shook is head in disbelief, “No, baby, I love you. I’d choose you in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred words. In any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you.” 

You sobbed even more but you couldn’t. You didn’t want that pain in your life anymore. “I’d choose you too,” you croaked. “But I can’t stay. Not here, not with you.” 

He was crying now as well. Every bone inside of him was numb and he quickly looked up to the ceiling trying to evade the tears. He sniffled as he tasted his salted tears. 

“It breaks my heart but someday, someday you will stop loving me,” you whispered, your voice was cracking and so was everything else. “You’re going to find someone. Someone who loves you the way you deserve to be loved, someone who makes you question why you ever thought you’d be better off alone.”

He shook his head and sobbed, “It’s you. I’ve already found her. Please baby,” he cried. “Please don’t leave me again.”

You shut your eyes and looked down, you couldn’t watch as he broke in your arms and you did absolutely nothing to help him. You looked into each other’s eyes, you both knew you how felt but that’s all you two could share, that’s all you can do. 

Your love was impossible. 


There you have it my lovelies! Part two of The Heart Wants What It Wants, I think this was sadder than the break up to be honest! I’m all out of tears!

I hope you liked it and let me know what you guys thought and continue to send in your requests! Love you :)

Nicole. Xoxo

blobs-are-not-alone  asked:

Sunrises, smiles, & daisies?

Sunrises: What is something you are looking forward to?

Finishing my fic, On ICE!!!.

Smiles: What is the greatest compliment you have ever received? What is a compliment you wish someone would give you?

That I don’t look like my sperm donor.

That my book(in the works) is enchanting and well-written.

Daisies: What is your favorite quote?

La parfaite valeur est de faire sans témoin ce qu'on serait capable de faire devant tout le monde"- La Rochefoucauld. 

‘True valour is to do in secrecy what you could just have easily done before others.’

mikkacchin  asked:

Smiles, fairy lights, sunflowers, daisies and trees for the happy asks? ☺ Sending you some good vibes, I think you'll need them! 🌠

Smiles: What is the greatest compliment you have ever received? What is a compliment you wish someone would give you?

my friend said once she liked my swearing





oh… okay

and talking about a compliment I’d love to get… idk simple things like someone liking my playlist or my art or my choice of videogames, every nice thing is… wow

secretly desire someone to say they like my lips and the way I fix my hair

Fairy lights: If someone wanted to get to know you, what should they read/watch/listen to?



  • le petit prince
  • fahrenheit 451 (because I still struggle and want to find the truth)
  • the master and margarita
  • hoshi no koe
  • yotsubato! (because I love all the simple things in the world and try to find happiness in them)


  • the philosophers (because I’m into such things so much! I love philosophy and muitiple choices stories)
  • bolshoi
  • yuri!!! on ice
  • mahou shoujo madoka magica


  • the talos principle
  • undertale


but also I’m a huge nerd

I have a collection of victuuri fics, most of them are angst because I love to suffer :)

Sunflowers: What do you want other people to think of you?

I don’t really know? I just don’t want people to see me like a threat because I’m not. I’m pretty friendly and harmless. I actually want to be someone’s hero.

Daisies: What is your favorite quote?

Maybe this world is another planet’s hell

- Alsous Huxley

Every atom in your body came from a star that exploded. And, the atoms in your left hand probably came from a different star than your right hand. It really is the most poetic thing I know about physics: You are all stardust. You couldn’t be here if stars hadn’t exploded, because the elements — the carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, iron, all the things that matter for evolution and for life — weren’t created at the beginning of time. They were created in the nuclear furnaces of stars, and the only way for them to get into your body is if those stars were kind enough to explode. So, forget Jesus. The stars died so that you could be here today.

Lawrence Maxwell Krauss (hey I used this as an epigraph for my fanfic)

“Where are the people?” resumed the little prince at last. “It’s a little lonely in the desert…”
“It is lonely when you’re among people, too,” said the snake.

- Antoine de Saint Exupéry (okay the entire le petit prince is my favourite quote)

Trees: Name one thing you have learned this past year that has made you a better person?

everyone has feelings. sounds simple but it’s very hard to consider everytime you do things. your feelings’re the priority but you just can’t give no shit about other’s ones. that’s it.

thanks a lot for asking, dear! I always enjoy answering asks from you (sorry for making you wait, you know I was very busy ;;). hope you’re having a great day!

You’ve been talking to a guy through a messaging site. You met him on a cheesy dating website, like eHarmony. Today you planned to video chat with each other. You’re nervous. Your palms are sweaty, you check yourself in the computers reflection again, for the 9th time. You jump when the familiar ringing begins to erupt from your speakers. You see His name pop up on the screen. You nervously click on the answer button. As the screen comes up, your surprised that the guy you’ve been talking to is surprisingly cute. He sees you smile and goofily winks at you. You have the greatest feeling… This nerd is going to be a real keeper.

Win Your Heart

Summary: You are an MC on a weekly-awards show and in love with the golden maknae, and Jungkook has won this week’s rounds of performances.
Type: Fluff
Length: 1540 Words
Members: Jungkook x Reader

- Admin Au ( u v u )

Originally posted by k-delicious

“Ahh, and we’ve come to the end of all of the performances for the night! We will now proceed to the voting session, so please send in your votes through SMS, Twitter, or on our website. Thank you, we will reveal the votes in just fifteen minutes!” You and the MC beside you wave goodbye to the audience and the cameras, and the pair of you walk off to backstage, picking out the confetti from each others’ hair. “Gosh, I’m so tired,” your co-worker says exhaustedly, readjusting her mic.

“Me too, but we’re almost done!” you respond. “Just a half hour more, Sunhee.” She dips her head in a tired agreement, and bustles off to the crew to see how the votes were coming along. You set the microphone down on the table and lean against it carefully, brushing off the rest of the confetti off your dress, accidentally dropping your nametag-pin onto the ground. You heave a sigh and move to lean down when a pair of feet appear in your vision, then the top of maroon-dyed hair following quickly as Jungkook picks up your dropped item.

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