#+ a pair of really comfy jeans with massive pockets

[psychiclounge]

my car's engine started overheating while i was driving today which was really funnnnn anyways i took my gay ass to the mall and found maybe the perfect pair of jeans on clearance. & got a replacement hoodie bc the one ive worn basically every day for like 2 years is falling apart at the seams. yayay

[krenenbaker]

The TWST Boys' Favourite Clothes

What is their favourite item in their wardrobe like? (Includes all the students, minus the Ramshackle duo)

Heartslabyul

Riddle: A wool sweater. It's a deep red, almost maroon, with a cable-knit pattern. Riddle often feels cold, so the sweater has also become incredibly soft with wear.

Ace: A band tee from a concert he saw with his brother and a few of their friends. It's technically not even his shirt, it's his brother's (but Ace has had it for so long that it's basically his now).

Deuce: A baby blue short sleeve button-up shirt. It was one of the first things he got after he chose to change his behaviour, and he went shopping for a few "smart" clothes with his mum. ♡

Trey: A snapback hat with a floral pattern on the front section. It has a flat bill, and there are little purple, red, and yellow flowers over the fabric. But what really drew Trey to this hat (other than the fact that ooh, it's a hat!!) were the little clovers sprinkled throughout the fabric pattern.

Cater: A cream turtleneck that he bought himself. It's suuuuuuuuper soft, and fits him just right. Cater takes it with him absolutely everywhere he goes.

Savanaclaw

Leona: A purple and yellow silk shawl. It's soft, not too hot, and not too cool. Plus, wearing it makes him feel more regal - and powerful - than any other item possibly could.

Ruggie: A jean jacket made entirely of pockets from old jeans. His granny sewed it for him a few years back, and now Ruggie uses it almost every day.

Jack: His sweatpants. They're comfortable to wear, he can use them for working out, sleeping, lounging, literally whatever, and they're warm enough to wear just as-is outside during the winter months.

Octavinelle

Azul: Although he would hate to admit it, his navy blue hoodie. It's warm, and it's dark, and wearing it just makes him feel safe.

Jade: His hiking boots. He hates clothes and finds them uncomfortable and unnecessary, but his boots are practical. He loves how much grip they have, and the amount of cushion in the soles. He's been in a lot less pain since he started wearing them on hikes, instead of other shoes.

Floyd: Surprisingly for the biggest shoe-lover on the list, his collection of socks! Floyd LOVES being able to choose from so many different styles and designs, and to mix-and-match as he pleases. His favourite pair changes often, but he almost always likes his pink music note socks and his eel socks.

Scarabia

Kalim: His natural (undyed) linen pyjamas. Sure, they are nowhere near as fancy as most of his other garments, or as nicely tailored. But they're comfy, and breathable, and just feel so nice to wear.

Jamil: Interestingly, the hoodie from his school uniform. The design is cool, and it is something that's distinctly his. While his other clothes are familiar and well-fitted, this hoodie provides a different sort of security and joy.

Pomefiore

Vil: A high neck black tank top. Vil enjoys the simplicity of the shirt; it's just a cotton tank top, but he can combine it with a huge variety of outfits. Paired with a bright maxi skirt, under an off-the-shoulder sweater, with a lilac suit jacket and jeans... it's incredibly versatile while still being comfortable and easy to care for.

Epel: His first ever Applepom, more specifically, the hat. It may be missing the original apple, and it hasn't fit him in years and years, but it's still really special to him, and he has a lot of good memories associated with it.

Rook: His beaded deerskin vest. He made it by hand with his grand-maman and grand-papa when he visited them one summer. It is incredibly detailed, and - to Rook - the memories of the effort that went into its creation (from the hunting, to the tanning, to the sewing and beading) are almost more beautiful than the vest itself.

Ignihyde

Idia: Idia is our third, and final, hoodie lover! Idia's favourite hoodie is ridiculously oversized - it's absolutely MASSIVE, nearly reaching his calves in length. It's light blue, and has a pattern of black cats. He finds it to be extremely comforting to wear, and it fits his aesthetic too, so that's an added bonus!

Ortho: He doesn't exactly wear clothes, but his favourite part of any of his gear is his feet from his Athletic Gear. They're just FUN! Plus, it makes him feel like he's the same as the rest of his classmates, if only just a little bit more.

Diasomnia

Malleus: A set of dark green robes. They are beautifully tailored, the fabric is smooth, and they allow for a wide range of movement. (His second favourite item of clothing is a bucket hat that Lilia bought him. It is a horribly gaudy colour, with an odd cartoon character mascot on the front. Malleus can't wear it, of course, but he finds it endearing.)

Silver: His leather gloves, given to him by Lilia. They have become soft and pliable from the many, many hours he has used them in training and daily life, and are now perfectly formed to his hands.

Sebek: His jodhpurs. These pants are one of the absolute most comfortable articles of clothing in his wardrobe. They're also used for ONE distinct, specific purpose - horseback riding - which Sebek also appreciates about them.

Lilia: A pink mesh shirt. He finds it fun, and cool, and unique, and is just so different from what he used to allow himself to wear. Plus, it matches his hair, and he just knows that it looks good on him!

[sugurizz]

The house is yours

Pairing : Zeke yeager x reader

Rating : explicit

Word count : 2,5k words

Summary : as a broke student, finding an apartment is not easy. But the cute owner decides to help you with it, in a way that you both get to benefit.

Warnings : soft dom! Zeke x sub!fem! reader, oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, nipple play, slight spit play, vaginal sex, slight breeding kink, daddy kink

(Credits to the owner. I don't own the fanart)

After months of looking through ads, websites and even newspapers. finding a decent, comfortable and cosy appartment near the university was a dream coming true. After calling the owner and fixing a date to meet toghether and check the place, your roommate wasn't able to make it to the appointment so you had to go there on my own.

Being already anxious for the meeting, you put a pair of black jeans, a grey t-shirt, a hoodie and your white sneakers before taking your backbag and going there.

After ten minutes or so, you were at the spot you agreed to meet at. You couldn't see anyone particular so you got your phone out of your pocket, ready to call the owner again in order to spot him.

It was then when you saw a tall, broad and handsome man- probably in his late twenties- picking his ringing phone from the pocket of his elegant beige trench coat.

A black turtleneck hugging his visibly muscular chest and arms left your mouth nearly open. That's definitely him - you thought to yourself - feeling your face already heating up, you swallowed hardly, prayed that you weren't really blushing,  took your courage and crossed the road walking towards the little coffee shop he was standing next to.

Standing directly in front of him didn't help at all. You were so overwehlmed by him. and to be frank, you didn't really know where to look. His whole presence was doing things to you, is it His charming glance? his icy grey eyes, ornamented with a set of thick blonde lashes shinig softly in the feeble sunlight? Or is it those silky soft blonde locks, joined in a nice haircut making his enchanting appearence even more perfect and complete?

"Hello, I assume you're the new renter. Very nice to meet you. I'm zeke yeager ."

"Likewise, pleased to meet you mr yeager. I'm y/n ".

You tried your best to keep calm and professional by greeting him. But the trembling handshake you gave him was showing the complete opposite.

"Shall we go see the appartment ? This way please."

Were you too infatuated by such grace? Or is he really such a sweet, soft and courteous gentleman? You couldn't really tell.

You took a quick glance at his gorgeous profile side. And you completely wished you could take a screenshot with your eyes. His prominent cheekbones added to his manly features. And his fine silver glasses gave him that elegant intellectual aura.

The silence was broken by a deep, gentle :" so.. you're both students.. right?"

" yes. good thing the house is around 10 minutes from the university. That should save us plenty of time ."

" glad to hear that, I actually studied there for more than 6 years, that was before I finally graduated and decided to move to (city name) ."

" I see. May I ask.. why did you move? " you demanded.

" haha don't worry. It hasn't to do with the apartment. It's just that.. You can say I'm an adventurous man." He answered with a bright smile.

" right. I guess it's always tempting to move and see something new..."

You never thought a conversation with a total stranger could be this smooth, warm and relaxing. It unexpectedly didn't feel like a forced out, awkward smalltalk at all. But more like a nice and slow getting to know each other.

"We're finally here." He opened the building's door, Letting you inside and pressed the elevator button.

" I see you like the place already.." He affirmed, a soft smile graced his features, leaving you bewitched.

"Y-yes .. it's pretty welcoming." You added.

Getting out of the elevator, the cute owner took the apartement keys out, opening the door and letting you in.

After checking all the house's functionalities and facilities and discussing the period of your rent. You were ready to pay the first month of the stay until you got surprised by the deposit price. You were so shocked that you had to pay around two thousand five hundrend dollars along with the actual rent.

" I'm not sure we can actually afford that.. " I said, feeling somehow disappointed and lost.

" I know, a lot of people complain about the deposit price. I wish I could make an exeption but the price is fixed by the building's owner. He has the majority of control over that."

" and.. I guess it can't be payed in installments. can it ?"

" i'm afraid not." He retorted, quite concerned by your defeated aura.

" that's really infortunate. I was looking forward to settle here. But anyway, it was good getting to know you mr Yeager."

Hiding your frustration, you were ready to leave when his calm, reassuring voice stopped you . " maybe , we can help each other out after all..."

You turned back, looking for a further explanation when he carried on :" I can get to pay the deposit for you. And you'll have to give me a service in return.."

"okay.. and the service is ...? " you asked, being both curious and excited.

The blonde walked to the door and locked it, his silver eyes never leaving yours.

"Mr yeager..."

" Oh can we stop with the formalities now little one. If we finally agree to make a deal we should get more familiar to each other. Shouldn't we ?" He let out in a deep virile voice, causing your heart to throb numerous times.

Walking closer towards you, he stood and leaned over, whispering in your ear : " If I said I'm feeling sad and lonely today, Would you agree to entertain me ?"

He was so close you could barely register his request. Close enough to notice his irises fixed on yours, staring at your soul and then travelling a little downwards, presumably staring at your lips. You were ready to explode when his big hand landed on your chin, long slender fingers carressing it and driving you so crazy you started babbling some nearly inaudible nonsense.

" i mean.. I.I could ... I don't know.. I-"

" shh, no need to get confused, I'm here with you". a calloused thumb landed on your lips, caressing them with a gentle yet insisting motion.

Your mind shut down, leaving you comptelely blank. God, you got lost in his eyes again. You kept staring like an idiot, letting his thumb make its way through your lips and next thing you knew you were feeling his finger on your sensitive tongue. You never did this before. But why did it feel so natural with him ? Why didn't you resist at all ? How did you agree to this ?  Questions kept bringing on other questions inside your crushed mind. The betraying heat kept rising to your cheeks by the minute, and you couldn't control your intense breathing anymore.

You felt like a fragile leaf caught in a storm. Your consciousness stopped reacting when his face started closing up to yours.

" I believe we got ourselves a deal then? "

" i.. I mean-"

The blonde's delicious lips crushed on yours in a swift motion, his huge hands left to pull you closer pushing you against his large warm chest and making you feel so small and helpless.

It didn't take long for you to feel his soft warm tongue playing with yours. His refreshing minty breath was mixed with a faint hint of cigarette. You couldn't help but enlace your arms around his neck, trying to regain some balance. The sloppy wet kiss  you shared ended with your mouths parting in a wet noise, a glistening string of saliva connecting his dark red tongue to yours, Leaving you breathless.

"You're rather shy and blushy princess... I like it." Zeke leaned close to your sensitive neck, started peppering kisses from your cheeks down your neck and all around your clavicle . His warm breath on your exposed chest made you shiver, feeling your wetness already pooling between your legs. You started rubbing your thighs toghether in a search for some relief. The sudden thought of the rent crossed your mind again.

" Zeke .."

" yes sweetheart, say my name "

" what about the rent ... what should I do now ?"

"little pumpkin is still afraid." You trembled when he leaned over to lick your earlobe before carrying " consider this house yours, princess " .

You couldn't hide your relief after hearing his words. You looked back at him, the perfect pale skin of his cheeks turned into a lovely shade of pink. His cute ears were so red you thought they were about to blow off. His glasses were threatening to fall off the cute tip of his sharp nose. And you felt so proud seeing the mess you left at his golden strands. Some of them falling sexily on his eyes.

" I need this off" he tugged at your shirt , raising your arms gently and sliding it up your shivering body. It was so embarrassing you instantly hid your face. Letting out some insatisfied whines.

"gorgeous" he lets out, eyes contemplating your breasts, still hidden behind your bra. Still closing your eyes, you felt yourself being lifted in a bridal style. Zeke's strong arms placed you on the comfy couch of the living room. He stood up and took of his coat, throwing it away. His black pullover was next, revealing his toned chest, shredded abs and prominent V line . You wished you could keep this addictive view in yout mind forever. His godly body hovered around you like a shield. You leaned back , staring at the enchanting male before you, unbuckling his belt.

You were probabely too distracted by his beauty to notice the huge tent that was forming in his pants. His hand reached beneath his boxers, freeing his massive cock from it's confinements.

" like what you see ?" He winked at you, leaving you speaking gibberish again.

" zeke...it- it's not gonna .."

He cut you out, taking off your jeans in a quick move, leaving you in your black laced panties. " already soaked aren't we? What kind of a slut gets her pussy that wet just from a damn kiss?"

He rubbed his fingers against your clothed cunt before swiping your panties to the side. your clit was swollen and flushed, desperate for attention. The handsome male leaned until he faced your pussy. He spread your legs even wider, adding to your growing embarassment.

" goshh, look at how much slick is between your pussy lips,..filthy.." he slid his fingers between them.

Never leaving your innocent eyes, he puckered his lips, opened his mouth and spat on your naked pussy. You nearly passed out when he started french kissing it. Looking at it with such hunger and lust, he slid his longue tongue in your fluttering hole, driving his index and middle fingers in the process. His thick and now wet beard felt so good stinging your plush thighs.

" zeke ahhh, wait... omg zeke it feels.. Ahhhh " your moans started getting louder and louder. 

"Whine for me baby.."

His experienced fingers massaged your spongey insides, hitting spots you never knew your pussy had. You were drooling like a dumb baby, eyes rolling to the back of your head and breath hitching in your breast.

"Zeeeeke.. uh- i'm ahh i'm gonna cum, it feels so good... so good i'm cumming .."

"Yes baby, cream on my fucking tongue."

It wasn't long until you released all over his hand, his tongue was painted with cum. He shamelessly swallowed it, licking his fingers passionately as if he was tasting an elixir. He leaned to kiss you again, cum and drool still running down his messy beard. Its cute hairs tickling your cheeks and chin made you chuckle.

He took your dripping panties away, threw them somewhere across the room and slid his hands below your back, unclasping your bra.

" I need to take it off, but I really do like the cute ribbons though..." he complimented your cute bra.

" t-thank youu.." the shyness creeped inside you again. But it was replaced with surprise when he buried his head deep between your breasts like a starving baby. growling and grunting, the vibrations sent shivers down your spine. He kept lapping at them, looking at you with burning lust, taking a nipple between his teeth and flicking the other under his fingerpads.

"Are you ready, sweet pie? Wanna take my cock for me ?"

"Y-yes"

"Yes who ?"

"Yes daddy ."

"It's daddy from now on, little one"

Feeling yourself , yu bent over for him, giving him a perfect view of your bare cunt.

" hurry daddy, I can't wait anymore..."

"As you wish, princess"

Within seconds, you felt his hands settling on your hips, his firm cock sliding slowly past your hungry hole.

" it hurtss, daddy .. it hurts..."

" shh, it's ok princess, you're too tense.. relax for daddy.."

The pain suddenly turned into a pure bliss as he bottomed down, making you moan his name like a lullaby.

"I'm going to move baby.." he said, cupping your cheek in his soft palms. 

His cock was ramming inside you so deliciously you felt your drool dribbling again, his strong silhouette leaning on you, hugging you with one arm and caressing your stomach with the other. Seeing his bulge through your tummy, you felt so full and loved by him.

" look baby, look how deep i'm inside you"

" please cum inside me daddy, I want it pumping in my stomach ."

your words sent him to the edge; hitched breath, loud growls and harsh slaps landing on your ass. It felt so good your tears started gushing along your face.

" hnnghhh wanna take ... fuck ahhh .. take daddy's seed inside you ? Tell me slut " he squeezed your face between his large fingers, earning a whine from you.

" mmhmmm ... ahhhh"

" use your words when you talk to me"

" I want your cum deep inside me, daddy"

His thrusts became hysteric, making you shake. both of you moaning loudly, not caring about anybody hearing.

"Ahhhnghhh shiiiit , fuck yeaaah" the golden daddy came in thick white strings inside you. Shoving it all up your womb. You give up, letting your orgasm wash over you in a shameless moan. All your juices mixed with his sticky huge load, starting to spill from your greedy cunt.

Unable to move anymore, you collapsed on the couch. Trembling and breathing heavily. Zeke doing the same, he went to catch his neglected coat and wrapped it around your naked body, along with his strong arms around you, nuzzling his head in your neck.

" I guess having an expensive rent has its perks after all". He teased, laying a soft gentle kiss on your forehead.

" yup, you get to have a daddy for free". You whispered.

Note : I would really appreciate the feedback on my work so feel free to comment down.

[greatbigbellies]

New commission story. This is an anonymous commission about a dysfunctional couple who wind up pregnant with sextuplets! Contains heavy multiples pregnancy, stuffing, humiliation, and discomfort.

They had been dating for three months, and living together for one, and Morgan was already at his wits end. Lilith, his girlfriend, was lovely, and sweet, and pretty, and all the things he wanted in a girl… but she was also ungodly frustrating because of one reason, and one reason only: she refused to do ANYTHING that might be considered work.

She was between jobs, hadn’t so much as taken out the trash, and still hadn’t unpacked from moving in with Morgan! Now he made good money. Morgan could support the two of them and then some, and he didn’t want a maid for a girlfriend, but what he did want was some backup. Coming home from work every day to see Lilith sitting on the couch playing videogames, with a sink full of dirty dishes, a can full of trash, and a pile of takeout containers was absolutely grating.

So finally, he hatched a plan. Something almost cartoonishly vindictive, but it had to be done, as far as Morgan was concerned. He’d ruin her. He’d knock her up, stuff her full of food, and watch her inflate like a balloon. If she wasn’t going to move, then he’d make her physically incapable of moving! Multiples ran in both of their families, so with any luck, she’d land pregnant with more than one. He also did all of the cooking. ALL of it. So sneaking fertility meds into her meals wouldn’t be too difficult either, he’d decided. And so, his campaign of corpulence began.

13 Weeks

“Nrrrrggghhh… come ON! Damnit!” Lilith swore as she attempted to button her favorite jeans. They had been holding up well through the first trimester, stretching with her skin, but that was starting to change. Of course, a lot had changed in the last 3 months… she’d found herself pregnant, with SEXTUPLETS no less, and was dealing with the ramifications poorly. She’d been stress eating a lot, something Morgan had been enabling quite a bit, and her tummy was already showing some growth. Both from food and babies, her waistline had a definite visible baby bump, and her belly button was flattened and preparing to pop.

“What’s wrong?” asked Morgan as he stepped into the room, a smile in his voice. He looked to see her wearing just jeans and a bra, fighting with the waistline of her pants. “I’m too big for my favorite pair of jeans! These have the cute patches in them!” she lamented. “Oh babe...” he trailed off, circling around to her front. He pulled something out of his pocket and knelt down. She eyed him suspiciously, not sure where he was going with this. He revealed the item to be a thin rubber band, which he stuck through the button hole and wrapped both ends around the base of the button. “Voila!” he grinned. She frowned in return. “Really? A rubber band? They’re not buttoned properly, people will judge me!” “Babe, we’re just going to the mall, it’ll be fine, now put a shirt on and do your makeup so we can get going!” he urged. “Are we going by JCPenny’s to get me a bigger wardrobe?” she asked. Morgan had turned to leave but stopped at the question. He had to think of an excuse quickly. 

“Not yet…” he said. “But I’ll get my quarterly bonus soon, then we’ll go clothes shopping then!” he lied. She crossed her arms and glared at him, somewhat temperamental from pregnancy hormones. “You’re really going to make me walk around with unbuttoned pants and a top that rides up because you want to wait for a bonus?!” he grumped. He rolled his eyes and sighed. “We can’t be all willy-nilly with money anymore, Lilith, we have six kids on the way!” he retorted. Her face tightened, then softened. He was right. She rubbed her tummy and sighed. “Yeah, okay, what’s like… one more week with tight clothes? Your bonus is coming in soon right?” He nodded, “Any day now,”

20 weeks

 7 more weeks came and went, and Lilith saw no sign of that bonus… or her feet. Now looking full term with one baby, Morgan had been doing a number on her figure. All of the weight seemed to gravitate to her midriff, and so her tummy grew both with child and with a thin layer of fat. Still despite the small wrapping of chub, her bellybutton managed to work its way into a full fledged outie, about as big around as her thumb. 

She sat on the couch in her usual spot, playing a first person shooter on the console, but it didn’t feel the same anymore. She’d gotten in an argument with Morgan before he went to work. A conversation about job prospects got ugly when Morgan pointed out she was too visibly pregnant for anyone to hire her. “Get comfy babe,” he’d said, almost mockingly, “You’re not going anywhere for a while,” There was some yelling, and swearing, and Morgan ended up stomping out the door, it was an all around rotten day.

That was, until the door opened, to reveal Morgan carrying what had to be $40+ dollars in takeout from Lilith’s favorite restaurant. “Oh my god, babe, what’s all this?” she asked, turning to watch him. “I felt bad about our fight earlier, so I bought enough food to keep you and the babies happy, as a gesture of good will,” he explained. “Oh, honey, that’s so sweet of you, but I already had dinner! I-” “All the better!” he cut her off. “You’re eating for seven now, and the doc said to let you eat as much as you could, so…” he set the bags on the coffee table beside her. Morgan smiled down at Lilith, looking at her with those cold steel blue eyes. Lilith brushed some of her bright blue hair behind her ear and broke eye contact. “I don’t know hon… that’s a lot of food there…” she trailed off.

Morgan sat next to her, between Lilith and the food, and placed a hand on her bare midriff, running a palm over her stretching skin. “I know it feels like a lot, but this is for the babies! We have to get them up to weight by the time you’re full term, and the only way to do that is to eat everything your stomach can handle,” he explained, somewhat firmly. She sighed, “Yeah, I guess you’re right, for the babies,” she took the first of three heaping takeout containers full of teriyaki chicken, chow mein, and rice, and got to work. 

Morgan kept close to make sure she ate every last bite, only getting up to bring her water when she asked for it. The first box went down pretty quickly, her pregnant appetite getting the best of her. The second was remarkably slower, and Morgan could see it filling out her tummy, causing it to push farther out, just slightly. By the time they hit the third box, she was struggling. “Babe I’m too full… I’m done,” she whined in protest. “Nope, you need to finish what you started,” Morgan said, once again rather firmly. “Morgan I’m gonna throw up if I push it any more…” He took the plastic fork and gathered a mix of rice, chicken, and noodles, and slowly delivered it to her mouth. “Just one more bite, for the babies,” he smiled coyly. She begrudgingly took the bite and began chewing, brushing her blue hair out of her sweaty face. 

She was the fullest she’d ever felt, her belly feeling overstretched from a combination of growing babies and filled stomach. The pressure radiated from her midriff to make her whole body uncomfortable. She was miserable, and Morgan knew it. He tried not to show his enjoyment, but the truth was this was going better than he could have hoped for. 6 babies would leave her massive, and his mission to stuff her with every calorie under the sun was going smoothly. At this rate, they’d need a bigger bed to both fit on, an expense he was more than willing to make happen.

33 weeks

Lilith’s flip-flops pattered against her feet as she waddled toward the mall food court, moving as quickly as she could, which admittedly wasn’t very quick at all in her state. Wearing shorts that were stretched to capacity, held up with Morgan’s rubber band trick, and a “PINK” tank top that functioned more as a bra than anything else, she blushed red as she made her way. Everyone, from the young to the elderly, stared at her, or more specifically, her massive, mountainous middle. She was rivalling octomom in size, and the bigger she got, the more Morgan found excuses to take her out. He held her hand and tugged her along, leading the charge to the burger joint. 

“Babe everyone is staring! I want to go home!” she hissed at him. He turned to give her a side-eyed look and hiss back “You’ll be fine. Now come on, the babies are hungry!” the pair rounded a corner and Lilith came face-to-face with her highschool BFF. Gwen. “Lilith?” she asked, recognizing the hair color. “Y-yeah…” stammered Lilith. Morgan beamed. “Oh my god! Girl you didn’t tell me you were preggers!?” Gwen smiled and circled around to give Lilith a genuine hug. The two girls looked to Morgan, Gwen with excitement, and Lilith with embarrassment. “And Morgan, you’re looking suave as usual,” Gwen smiled. Morgan smirked. “Why thank you,” Gwen turned her attention to Lilith’s pendulous belly, “Gosh I wondered why I haven’t heard from you in months!? When’s the baby shower? I wanna spoil this little…” she trailed off… “These little… guys?” she asked. “We don’t know the sexes yet-” Lilith was cut off “In about a month and a half, we’re going to have lots of fun little games centered about this tank right here,” Morgan gave Lilith’s belly a hearty pat, “So tell all your girlfriends they’re invited, cause it’s going to be big!” he grinned. Lilith shot him a radioactive death glare, but he ignored it, his plans already in motion. “Okay! I gotta run cause I can’t be late for an interview but I’ll catch up later! Bye hon!” she said, running off. 

“Bye… Gwen…” Lilith shot another look at Morgan. “What the hell was that?! We’re NOT having a babyshower!” “Says you,” Morgan smirked. He proceeded to pile it on, “But your friend was so excited! Are you really going to dash her hopes like that? She just wants to spend time with you,” Lilith pouted, “I… guess so…” her response was cut off by a deep rumbling from her tummy. Morgan shot her a mischievous grin and took her hand again, continuing their trek.

Seeing as she was too big to fit in the booths, Morgan sat Lilith down at one of the chairs, and went off to order. She could feel all eyes on her as she placed a hand on her tummy to try to calm the movement she felt deep inside. What was in reality only a few minutes felt like hours as she waited for Morgan to return with the food. She was happy when she heard him approach, but was upset at what she saw him carrying. “That’s six burgers!?” she whisper-yelled incredulously. “Yeah, one for each baby!” stated Morgan, matter-of-factly. “I’m not about to pig out in front of all of these people!?” 

Morgan’s smile dropped when she said that. “Are you really going to let the stares of a few strangers deny food for your babies? OUR kids?” Lilith sighed. “Well… no, but can we take this home?” her tummy rumbled again in protest. “I don’t think they can wait,” Morgan whispered. “F-fine… but when I’m full I’m stopping,” she sighed. Morgan placed both hands on the firm, warm front of her belly, feeling her popped bellybutton under his right palm. “You’ll stop when THEY’RE full, alright?” Lilith looked down at herself. Her massive, bloated, overly pregnant self, and sighed. “Yes dear,”

She picked up the first juicy, tender steakburger he’d gotten her, and took a huge bite. The food itself actually tasted great, the mustard, tomato, and pickles. She had been craving pickles today, she just didn’t want to admit it. One by one, each burger disappeared into her huge pregnant gut, eliciting happy kicks from its occupants. Morgan smiled as he watched her. These burgers would have given her trouble a month ago, but now? Her stomach was stretched, her babies were hungry, and she had the capacity to be a professional speed-eater, all thanks to him.

Lilith was enamored by the tastiness of the burgers, she was downing one after another, about 40 seconds a piece. She was starting to get embarrassed though. The way Morgan was grinning at her… the way the other mall goers were just… staring. She was a big, fat, pregnant spectacle… and she hated it. She felt a *pop* from the front of her shots and her heavy belly lurched forward slightly, and she knew what had happened. “Uh oh, babe,” Morgan said loudly. “Looks like that rubber band wasn’t strong enough against your belly. I guess you were right,” he shrugged. Lilith’s cheeks burned with bright red embarrassment, but she kept eating, pretending not to hear him.

She jumped slightly as she felt his hand touch her bare tummy, rubbing it gently. “Now isn’t this better? Eating to your stomach’s content?” she swatted at him and pointed to the nearby slushy stand. “Cherry,” she grunted through a mouthful of food. “Whatever you say,” he slipped away. In reality, she just wanted some space from him. Ever since she found out she was pregnant, he’d been so clingy, spending every spare moment with her, making her eat and drink. “For the babies” had become as commonplace as breathing, she felt like, and he wouldn’t take no for an answer. If she didn’t know better, she’d think he was doing this all on purpose.

Her thoughts were interrupted by his quick return. “They were out of cherry, so I got you tiger’s blood,” he said, handing her the 44 oz drink. She swiped it form him with one hand, and polished off the sixth and final burger with the other. She felt heavy. Well… heavier, as the six greasy sandwiches settled in her gut. 7 more weeks… then she’d be due, and this would all be over.

39 weeks

Morgan had made good of his promise. He threw a baby shower, and Lilith was the center of attention, despite her wishes. Gwen, along with four other friends of theirs, had come to the party, and despite the relatively small gathering, Lilith felt absolutely smothered. She sat in her usual spot, in the center of the couch, and she was surrounded by her physically close, if not emotionally close friends. Her tummy had absolutely ballooned, and she was so big she couldn’t reach her popped navel anymore. While she’d stayed relatively free of stretchmarks, red and purple veins made themselves known on her shiny, overstretched skin. Her underbelly hung between her legs, which were forced to spread to make room for her massive mound of a womb.

No matter what she did, how much she complained, or what she threatened, Morgan would not buy her maternity clothes. Her belly hung proudly on display for all to see, weather she liked it or not. This had become so much more apparent during the shower. While Morgan brought food and drinks for all, Lilith sat planted on the couch, cooed at and touched like a walking petting zoo. She felt like she couldn’t go 10 seconds without a hand brushing against her belly, and the visible motion from the sextuplets inside did not help. “You’re positively glowing!” They all said. “You exude motherhood!” “I hope I look as good as you when I’m pregnant!” she hated all of it.

She snapped out of her surly stupor when she heard Gwen address her by name. “Lilith, I haven’t seen you covered up once this whole pregnancy! What made you decide to go belly-out the whole time?” Lilith forced a grin, “Well, Morgan had a LOT to do with it,” she replied, mentally grinding her teeth. “You’re just so brave, like it’s such a powerful look! You’re like ‘look out world, pregnant mama coming through’!” Gwen laughed, resting a hand on the side of Lilith’s gargantuan midriff. Morgan stepped into the room with some sort of plastic box. “You girls ready for another game?” he asked. Lilith turned red, the last game had been all about guessing the measurement of her waistline. All the guests had estimated her bigger than she was, and Morgan made a big show of measuring her, having a hard time getting the tape measure all the way around. 72 inches. She was 72 inches around. She was bigger around than she was tall. She almost cried at the realization.

Morgan opened the box to reveal a rainbow of different body paints and brushes, “You all get to belly paint!” Every girl there except for Lilith beamed with excitement. The various paints and brushes were snatched up lightening fast, and before she realized fully what was happening, Lilith was surrounded by five women all kneeling around her and applying paint to her overstretched, pregnant skin. Lilith couldn’t see what was being painted on her due to her sheer size, but she could only imagine how awful and embarrassing it would all look. Morgan already had his camera out, taking pictures.

Shivers went down her spine as Lilith felt the bristles and thick paint run over her sensitive bellybutton, Gwen giggling as she ran the brush up and down. Lilith felt so embarrassed, so large was her middle that she could be used as five canvases at once! Her face turned redder and she frowned as Morgan snapped shot after shot of her massive, bare tummy.

As time passed Lilith grew increasingly agitated. The sensation of paint brushes on her belly was absolutely grating, and the feeling of dry paint caking on the skin wasn’t helping either. She realized she was getting hungry, which was only souring her mood more. She felt her stomach gurgle and saw Morgan’s eyes light up. He as attuned to the sound of her rumbling tummy like a shark to blood, Lilith could tell he had something planned for this event in particular. Her belly rumbled again, this time louder, and the girls started to notice. “Damn girl, we gotta get you fed!” said Gwen, patting the belly. “You must be dying over there!” Lilith shook her head, “No, no I’m fine, I just need-” “Some cake!” beamed Morgan as he carried in a triple layer devils food cake. Lilith gulped.

“Gosh Morgan you treat her so well!” said one of the girls. “Anything for my girl!” he replied, setting the cake on the shelf of her belly. Lilith’s pleading eyes met Morgan’s powerful gaze, and she knew he was about to make her pig out. Right here. In front of all of her friends. He took a seat next to her on the couch, grabbed a fork, and scraped off a big mouthful. “Say Ahh,” he whispered. The girls went back to talking amongst themselves and painting, and Lilith was feeling pinned down by the weight of her sextuplet belly, and triple layer cake. She winced, and took the bite. “There… for the babies,” Morgan said, getting another forkful.

Bite after bite went down and Lilith could feel the brushes on her tummy slow down until nobody was painting anymore. All eyes were on her. She chewed and swallowed bite after bite of the sickeningly sweet cake, the frosting getting on her face and the top of her belly. She felt a couple of hands start feeling up her belly again as she pushed past the halfway mark of the cake.

It was so heavy and rich, and Lilith could feel every bite of it go right to her midriff. The babies began to stir and kick, which only landed more hands on her tummy. Bite. Chew. Swallow. Bite. Chew. Swallow. It became almost rhythmic as she entered a food induced trance. She could faintly hear the girls saying things like “wow, she can really put it away,” and “Is she going to stop?” and “I think I feel her belly getting tighter!”, but she was lost to the caloric intake and sheer, painful embarrassment. 

She only came to when the cake stopped coming. When she had eaten it all. Gwen clapped for her. Morgan gave her a kiss on the cheek to congratulate her. Everyone else kept their hands on her belly. “She gets real strong cravings for chocolate sometimes,” Joked Morgan, the other girls giggling at her expense. Moran got his camera back out. “Smile!” he said, mockingly, as he snapped a photo. 

A perfect shot of Lilith, 39 weeks pregnant with six babies, her belly bare, resting between her legs. Her tummy was covered in little paint doodles of flowers, trees, landscapes, and stick figure families, except for the top shelf, which was stained brown from the smeared chocolate. Her mouth was open as she breathed heavily through it, feeling ready to burst. Morgan sat down next to her again, and showed her the picture on the camera’s display screen. “This is you babe!” he laughed. “This is what you really are!”

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Angel in A Hoodie

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also posted on ao3

@misha-moose-dean-burger-lover said the world needs more cas in oversized hoodie fics and i wholeheartedly agree, so enjoy some fluff, pining, and comfy!cas :)

“We really need to buy you an umbrella,” Dean said as he and Cas walked into Goodwill. He glanced at Cas, whose hair was still wet and plastered to his forehead from getting caught in the rain. His trenchcoat looked dark beige now, it was so soaked through, and water dripped onto the floor with his every step.

“I didn’t realize it was going to storm,” Cas said, his tone defensive. His shoes squeaked as he quickened his steps to walk next to Dean. “I wouldn’t have gone out to the woods if I knew.”

They had driven that morning to investigate a werewolf sighting in a town a few hours away. While Dean talked to the police chief, Cas went into the woods where the supposed werewolf had been spotted. It’d begun to pour rain, Dean had learned the werewolf was nothing more than a rabid wolf, and Cas got drenched for nothing.

Cas was leaving behind a trail of muddy footsteps, and Dean caught one of the employees giving them a dirty look. He smiled at her apologetically and she stalked away, probably to grab a mop. “All the dark clouds in the sky didn’t give you a hint?”

Cas shot him his own dirty look and Dean raised his hands. “Sorry, sorry.” He couldn’t help grin, though, at how bedraggled and grumpy Cas looked. Almost adorable—not that he would ever think Cas was adorable.

He hesitated for a moment, then lifted his hand to wipe a drop of rainwater from Cas’ face with his sleeve. Cas leaned into his touch and Dean tried to ignore the way that simple shift caused his heartbeat to quicken. “Maybe we should’ve bought you a towel first,” he said, dropping his hand.

Under normal circumstances, he might’ve argued in favor of Cas sucking it up and wearing the wet clothes—and that was not at all influenced by the way Cas’ white shirt was now see-through and sticking to his chest. He didn’t notice that at all, thank you very much. But they had a two hour drive ahead of them and sitting in wet clothes wouldn’t be very enjoyable. Seeing as neither of them had extra clothes packed, and Cas’ grace was too depleted to waste it drying himself off, Goodwill it was.

“Okay, pants are that way,” Dean said, pointing to a rack of clothes. He headed down another row where a sign read, Men’s Shirts. “I’ll grab you a shirt.”

The selection was sparse, and Dean scanned the rack before grabbing a t-shirt at random. A drawing of a man holding a fishing rod; the words, Mine is So Big I Have To Use Both Hands, emblazoned underneath.

Nope, nope, nope, Dean thought, shoving the shirt back on the rack. They were not that desperate. He didn’t want to have to explain that one to Cas. He selected instead a plain, light blue t-shirt, belatedly realizing he was choosing one to match Cas’ eyes.

At the squeak of shoes, he turned to see Cas walking over with a pair of jeans and what looked to be a grey hoodie, holding them away from his body so they didn’t get wet.

“This good?” Dean asked, holding up the shirt.

Cas nodded and reached out to touch it. “I like the color.”

Dean reddened. “Yeah, uh, great.” He took the jeans and hoodie from Cas. “Come on, let’s buy this stuff and get on the road.”

After paying, Cas went into a changing room to get out of his wet clothes. Dean was texting Sam to let him know they would be heading back soon, when he heard the sound of the changing room door open. “All good?” he asked, without looking up.

“I don’t think I picked the right size.”

Dean looked up from his phone to see Cas standing in the doorway wearing a massive grey hoodie. The sleeves hung down past his hands and the hem nearly reached his knees. Cas stared down at himself in disbelief and Dean stifled a laugh. “Yeah, I’ll say so."

“It looked so much smaller on the hanger.” Cas lifted his arms out to the sides—the fabric dwarfing his body—then dropped them with a frustrated huff.

“Well, at least you’ll be warm.” Stepping forward, Dean motioned to Cas, and Cas extended his arm, watched him roll the sleeve up to his wrist. “And everyone will think you’re part of a softball league, so there’s that.”

Cas frowned. “What? Why?”

Dean pointed to the purple text across the front of the hoodie which read, Wissahickon Softball League, along with a cartoon depiction of some sort of rodent in a baseball cap.

Cas sighed. “I liked the chipmunk.” He scowled at Dean. “Don’t laugh.” Dean bit back a smile and Cas let him roll up his other sleeve. “It is very comfortable, though. I like this store. I think it’s very considerate of humans to share their clothes.”

“Guess so. Though ideally you would wash them before you put them on.”

His hands now free from the confines of the hoodie sleeves, Cas put his wet clothes in a plastic Goodwill bag. “Who do you think wore these clothes before?”

“The hoodie? I’m going to assume a softball player.”

They walked to the doors leading outside and Cas pulled at the fabric of the hoodie to look at the design. “I wonder why they got rid of it.”

“Maybe they died.”

“That’s very dark, Dean.”

Pushing open the door to outside, Dean shrugged. “Alright, maybe they decided softball wasn’t their passion and quit, and are still very much alive. Speaking of which, we should go to a baseball game. You would like it.” He could picture it now: Cas's serious questions as he tried to understand the human pastime, his excitement as he completely missed the point and found some meandering way to connect it to a deeper, philosophical meaning.

Cas nodded thoughtfully. “That does sound interesting. I would enjoy that.”

They crossed the wet and shining parking lot to Baby. The rain had slowed to an icy drizzle and Dean hitched his shoulders to stop it from running down his neck. Cas blinked against the raindrops and Dean gestured to him. “Use your hood.”

"Oh." Cas pulled the hood up over his head, then slipped his hands into the wide pocket along the front of the hoodie. He smiled up at Dean, his eyes shaded. “These are very nice features.”

God, what a dork, Dean thought, though he couldn’t stop a smile. He almost put an arm around Cas, then quickly looked away, not sure where that instinct came from. He hurried his steps to Baby before the rain started pouring again and soaked through to his skin.

“Are you cold?” Cas asked as they got in the Impala.

“What? No. I’m good.” Dean turned on the ignition and rubbed his hands together.

Cas reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder and Dean froze, felt a warmth radiate from Cas’ palm down his arm, then spread across his whole body. He didn’t know how much of the warmth was from Cas’ grace or from the simple reason Cas was touching him.

The warmth suddenly faded and Cas sighed. “I’m sorry,” he apologized, pulling his hand away. “I wish I could do more.”

“It’s alright.” He felt the loss when Cas let go of his shoulder, felt now the cold radiating from the windows, creeping under his skin.

Cas frowned at his hands, palms up, and Dean hated the way he seemed so frustrated with himself, with his weakening abilities, so he tried to joke. “You know, I think it was your trenchcoat that gave you your super powers. This hoodie’s probably a cursed object that’s sapping them away. I should’ve tested for EMF.”

It was stupid, but a smile tugged at Cas’ mouth anyway. He met Dean’s eyes and, as always, Dean felt himself sinking into his gaze. The searching, intent look made every moment between them feel so weighty, like at any moment one of them might say something that would change everything between them forever. It was terrifying. Even more terrifying, the way the urge so often rose up in him to be the one to change it all. To say… he wasn’t even sure. He wasn’t even sure what he felt.

Clearing his throat, Dean tore his eyes away. Rain smattered against Baby and obscured the road as he pulled out of the parking lot. He glanced at Cas, who now stared out the passenger window, his hands tucked back into the hoodie pocket, the hood still pulled up over his head. He looked so warm. Dean allowed himself the fantasy of pulling over onto the side of the road, sliding over on the bench seat to press himself up next to Cas, both of them sitting silently as rain drummed on Baby’s roof, maybe Cas sliding a hand around him, running his fingers through his hair…

Blinking, he reached over and turned on the radio, turned it up too loud to distract himself from those thoughts. Cas glanced over and Dean motioned to him.

“I like this look,” he said. “You look very comfy.” His face heated giving the compliment, but Cas didn’t seem to notice, only smiled and ducked his head. Was Cas... blushing?

No, Dean decided, it was only an illusion from the orange glow of the lampposts outside. Returning his eyes to the road, he gripped the steering wheel and continued driving into the rainy night.

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He // Chapter 6

Prompt  II Chapter 1 II Chapter 2  II  Chapter 3 II Chapter 4 II Chapter 5

Pairing: Rami Malek x OC (Beth)

Warnings: Angst, smoking, and swearing.

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: Sorry it has been ages since i’ve written or updated this series, however the inspiration to write randomly hit me and i’m hoping it stays with me. Lastly, three asterisks (***) indicate a flashback which you will see at the end of this chapter. Hope you enjoy xx

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I was massively disappointed to find that mine and Rami’s walk back to his place was, once again, full of silence. The thought that maybe, just maybe, since he had made the initiative to say a couple words to me earlier, when I was lost in my own daydreams, that he could possibly drop a few more words. Maybe a ‘how are you’ or hell, even a simple ‘hi’ would do me much better than the awkward climate we were immersing ourselves in. Though, I suppose I wasn’t doing much better seeing as I never made any attempts at speaking to him either—I also wasn’t dealing with the death of a very, very close family member like he was either.

But there I go again. Giving him a pass, making excuses for him over and over again; I’d gone through way too many years of therapy, both personal and professional, to continue this toxic behavior and acceptance I held high above his head, especially after all the wrong that he still hadn’t explained to me. He was imperfect and I needed to quit thinking that I had some input into the wrong he did to me. Though we seemed perfect and he seemed perfect, clearly this was not the case and I needn’t set Rami atop this make believe throne in my mind. He was a human being full of flaws and sadly it had to take a life changing event and me losing what we had to realize such a thing.

The rest of the evening was nothing eventful. More cumbersome quiet between me and Rami, more banter between me and Sami just to fill the tension in the air up with something other than the sound of all of us chewing our mediocre food. Of course I wasn’t expecting much from either of them. They were both exhausted, mentally more than physically. They deserved a moment to breathe and I wasn’t one to attempt to get some words out of either of them right now. I knew they needed quiet.

Early into the evening, Sami expressed his desire to sleep as he stood from his previously seated position on the couch and extended his arms overhead, exposing the slightest bit of tan skin that peaked from above the top of his jeans. I looked, of course I looked and though I didn’t realize it at that moment, but Rami noticed how my eyes flickered to the newly shown skin on his brothers lower stomach even though it was anything but lustful on my end. His eyebrows formed into a straight, crunched up line as he watched me with closed, pursed lips.

“Night.” Rami’s voice boomed like an echo through the living room as I drew my eyes over to him. He looked mad and upset all at the same time, not that that was much of a change. I hadn’t seen his expression look anywhere close to happy ever since I arrived here so I didn’t think much of it.

“Night Beth,“ Sami shook his head with a much perkier voice that was contrasting to his brothers tone while he gave my shoulder a friendly squeeze as he passed by.

“Night Sami and Rami,” I greeted, apparently much too friendly for Rami’s liking as he turned around and gave me a not so friendly look before opening and closing the wooden door to his bedroom just a tad more louder than normal.

“You two are something else’, Sami bellowed from the end of the hallway before also descending behind his bedroom door.

I hadn’t realized that I too was tired as I let out a yawn that seemed to pulse through my whole body—my muscles instantly screaming out to me how sore they were as I stretched my arms high above my head while my yawn rode through my body. Seeing as there was a two hour time difference between home and here, I’m surprised I didn’t crash before the two brothers, but it seemed like my time to sleep could be near.

I traveled down the same hallway, this time turning a small corner to the guest bedroom door that I found to be inviting enough–it was minimalistic, yet still full of modern touches here and there and I couldn’t complain about being given a free bed to sleep in for however long I was here for. I slipped myself into some much more comfier clothing and tucked myself into bed, expecting myself to fall asleep relatively quickly due to my body clock being two hours off from its regular schedule and given the extensive travel i had done today, but that wasn’t the case. It had been an hour since I situated myself under the comfy goose feather comforter and yet sleep did not seem to want to be found. I tossed and turned, scrolled through my phone, and tossed and turned some more, yet my brain couldn’t find it in itself to shut off enough for me to slip into a barely conscious state.

My hand already knew what to do on nights such as these as my fingers grasped my pack of cigarettes that I’d left next to my nightstand, as if deep down I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight and that I’d be in dire need of nicotine as I usually was on evenings where I couldn’t sleep—on the nights where I just needed the warmth and comfort of another, but a very specific another. With slow and agile feet, I tiptoed my way down the hall, cringing everytime a creak emanated through the apartment. Fortunately, I seemed to make it to the kitchen without waking up the two sleeping boys, even after I reached for a drinking glass from the top cabinet and ‘dinged’ the crystal clear object against another glass cup. Once my glass had been filled to the brim with some tap water, I ensured that my cigarettes and lighter were stuffed inside the middle pocket on my hoodie and slid open the back patio door.

That first inhale was heavenly. It was as though I was able to breathe in–breathe out the anxiety and sadness all in a matter of seconds and grant myself a small amount of escape and relief from where I was in the world. By the time I was half way through my cigarette, my body had stopped the buzzing of anxious feelings that it was experiencing for the better part of my day which got me thinking just how much this entire trip was really getting to me and doing so very quickly.

It seemed to be doing me much worse seeing him and interacting with him in our current state. Primarily, I blame this on the sick little story line I played out in my head of us seeing each other once again, after all these years, and running into one another’s arms and some other fairy tale bullshit. He’d envelope his arms around me and whisper sweet little words in my ear about how much he missed me and wanted to spend his life with me, and I would reciprocate my adoration for him and simply just not let go of him ever again. But, that wasn’t real and I needed to be realistic. I needed to let my mind come to terms that this is where we stood right now and likely how we would be. We were barely able to speak to each other and when we did it was awkward or fueled with words that hurt and the scary part is, I’m not so sure that it would ever change.

I almost wished I could go back to being in my own little day dream of us rekindling. Because living with our last interaction or rather my last interaction with his assistant where I spat several awful and valid words at them over the phone, seemed a little bit nicer than our present reality.

***

“I–I just, I don’t understand. What do you mean.”

“Mr. Malek wanted me to tell you that he can no longer continue a romantic relationship with you.” His assistant repeated for the second time, though I was still deep in shock to process what was going on and why it was happening.

“Yeah I know,” I spat, “I heard you the first time. I just don’t understand why–why–what is going on? Where is Rami?”

“He’s… uhm,” His assistant hesitated for a moment as she pulled the phone away from her mouth and looked expectantly to Rami who was busy getting his wardrobe together for his day of shooting. Rami didn’t look in her direction, though he knew his assistant was silently calling out to him for help.

“Mr. Malek is busy at-”

“Too busy that he can’t fucking break up with me himself? Too busy that he has to get his fucking assistant to do it for him because he’s too much of a pussy to say it to my face? Yeah i’m sure he’s too busy to do any of those things.”

The phone went quiet on my end, but I’m sure his assistant could hear my heavy breathing and sobs that began ripping out from my throat as my mind attempted to wrap itself around what had just happened.

I didn’t understand. We had just talked last night and everything was fine. He was tired, but happy sounding and nothing seemed off–last night we were fine and now we were nothing and the worst part is he couldn’t even tell me what was wrong. What happened? Did he cheat on me and simply not want to face the facts? Was he too busy with his career to make time for me and just found this better for the both of us? I weighed and weighed and weighed the options in my head and this just wasn’t him. Rami wasn’t like this. We had great communication and honesty all throughout our relationship–why was he choosing now to be so distant especially with it being the end of us and everything we had built about throughout our seven years of knowing one another.

I figured the rest of the phone call was pointless–his assistant didn’t deserve to be on the receiving end of the rush of feelings I was having so I simply hung up and, in a moment of scattered sad and mad emotions, threw my phone across the room. It aggressively slammed into the wall and I didn’t care if the screen cracked or if my phone case had a dent in it because absolutely nothing mattered right now besides Rami and why he was doing this to me. I was utterly and completely confused beyond belief.

-

Rami’s POV (flashback cont.):

“I think she hung up on me. She doesn’t seem to be responding any-”

“Just hang up.” Though my tone of voice seemed normal to my assistant, she couldn’t see my face and the pained expression that ran across it and she especially didn’t see the tears softly leaking from my eyes and created small pathways down my cheek. Thankfully, my back was to her as I faced a nearby wall and buttoned up my shirt which kept my hands busy as they shook with emotions that had been taking over my thoughts and actions ever since that phone call with my brother earlier this morning.

“Do you need anything else from me?”

I’d almost forgotten that my assistant was still in the room, probably writing her two weeks notice in her head to prepare to hand to me in a matter of days, hell, maybe not even that long. What I made her do wasn’t exactly in her job description.

“No–thank you for doing that.”

And with that, she exited the room giving me exactly what I wanted; no questioning, no attempts to comfort me–she left me alone and that’s exactly what I was determined to be from now on, alone. Alone was the best because when you’re alone no one can hurt you; no one can keep secrets from you that would break your heart should you ever find out about them.

***

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Make a Move

11/13/2018

Pairing: Thundershield x Reader          Word Count: 4,923

Warnings: Language, a bit of angst, fluff, very light smut

A/N: This is written for @until-theend-oftheline ‘s Iron Hiddles Thundershield Quickie Challenge. This was a lot of fun and actually the cake bit is based on a dream I had. It was nice dream! I hope you enjoy this one-shot! Let me know what you think! I love hearing from you guys and when you tell me what you liked I can gauge what goes into my stories in the future! As always, if you happen to reblog, thanks so much for helping me spread my work. xoxo

Aesthetic Prompt (made by @until-theend-oftheline)

“There she is.” Steve mutters quietly. His hands clench into tight fists as he watches you move into the quaint coffee shop.

This is his favorite spot. He comes here every chance he gets and spends a few precious hours scribbling and doodling in his secret sketch journal. He doesn’t have it with him today. For good reason, too. Today is for business.

Thor looks up from his spot across from Steve and watches as his eyes light up as you wave over at them. Thor smirks, finding it all very adorable that Steve seems to be perpetually unable to see what’s right in front of him.

Thor can see it in the way his cheeks flush lightly and the sudden blue sparkle in his eyes. The Captain is so into you and he doesn’t even realize it.

You shove your umbrella into the wooden stand then move towards the two largest men in the small converted brownstone. A hot spot for the young men and women in the area which you definitely qualify as, the coffee shop has a comfy atmosphere. All the fixtures, counters, tables, and chairs are mismatched chocolate brown woods. Some chairs do have cushions, and these are always taken first thing in the morning.

Steve avoids those tables anyway. They’re at the center where the hustle and bustle of the constant crowd streaming in and out gets annoying. He’d learned his lesson when his elbow had been bumped several times, ruining a few of his sketches. He prefers the table at the far back of the shop where he can both look out at the falling rain and keep an eye on the door to see who comes and goes. And in this corner, away from the free books to read and the self-serve treats, Steve can sit for hours undisturbed, half hidden small shelving of books for sale.

His favorite table has four, what looks like hollowed out tree trunks for seats. They’ve been sanded down and varnished but the natural wood is beautiful, and he likes the way the lines swirl. These are also the only seats that he feels are safe for Thor to sit in. The guy is massive.

As you approach the table, adjusting your very worn brown satchel off of your shoulder, you can’t help but smile at the contrast between them and the rest of the young patrons. The two men who look at you with soft smiles do not fit in.  One, a 1,500-year-old God and the other a hundred plus year old veteran look slightly out of place.

“Sorry, I know I’m late.” You sigh your apology and settle into the seat to Steve’s right and to Thor’s left. You quickly put your satchel between your feet for security, still wiping at the rain on your red bomber with your free hand. The chill in the air is strong enough that wearing a slightly heavier coat is appropriate. Thor seems to agree with you as he’s wearing his favorite dark red coat too. Steve doesn’t seem to feel the chill because he’s wearing a pair of jeans and a long sleeve, heather gray shirt with the sleeves rolled up to expose his muscular forearms.

You force yourself to look at Thor, wanting to just sit and stare at Steve.

“Not at all. We just got here ourselves.” Thor lies. He looks over at Steve who’s watching you with a furrowed brow.

“Excuse me!” He waves one of the servers over, a pretty redhead with bright green eyes, a heart shaped face, and pouty pink lips. She flushes but hurries over.

It is Steve Rogers calling her over. You’d feel flustered too if you worked here and got called over by Steve Rogers. Of course, you live with him so it’s normal to see him every day. But if you’re honest, even when he calls you over at home, your heart skips a beat when those blue eyes meet yours.

Actually, it kinda upsets you that the waitress stands much too close to him as she reaches your table. He has to pull his arm down into the circle of his chair to keep from grazing her stomach.

“Oh, hi, Steve. I didn’t know you were here today.”

What a liar! You eye her with as neutral a gaze as you can, but you feel the uncomfortable twist of jealousy in your stomach.

“Kate, can we get a few spare towels if you have them?” Steve looks up at her and gives her a smile that might have aimed at being polite but feels a little too flirty for your liking.

This Kate puts her perfectly manicured hand on his right bicep and rubs it with her dainty thumb. “Of course, Steve. I’ll be right back.”

The waitress turns, and leaves and you slump back in your chair an involuntary pout twisting your own lips.

“She was awfully friendly.” You throw at him hoping that he can’t hear the jealousy there.

“Kate? Yeah, she’s great.” Steve smiles at you then turns to look at Thor who sits shaking his head as he frowns at his comrade. “What?”

Thor turns his gaze on you and sits forward, resting his elbows on the smooth wooden table. “I know it’s a little strange to meet out of the compound, but we thought it might be better if we talked about this away from the others. With Tony and Pepper so close to getting married we didn’t want them to worry about some unknown threat.”

Okay, business. You like focusing on business. It helps distract you from the waitress and her stupid manicured hand all over Steve’s bicep.

“When did it arrive?” You ask, serious tone renewed as you concentrate on the task at hand which successfully drives the redhead from your mind.

You lean forward, mirroring Thor’s posture to bring you closer to him so that you can speak low. You don’t want to be overheard.

“A week ago.” Steve says, tapping his fingers against the table.

You look at him and find his blue gaze darkened as he frowns at the woodgrain. If there’s one thing that he hates it when people threaten his friends. The people he cares about? His family? You don’t want to mess with the Avengers. Especially with threats? Steve is no joke when he’s angry. And most people were afraid of Dr. Banner when he got upset.

“Have you told anyone else?” You ask him, wanting so badly to reach out and place your hand over his to settle his fingers.

“We thought it best to keep it between as few of us as possible.” Steve says with a shake of his head.

“We’re not sure where this threat really came from and we don’t want to alarm anyone if it is just someone’s idea of an ill-timed joke.” Thor agrees. “You are the expert when it comes to the forscenic sciences. Is that not right, Captain?”

Steve watches Thor with an amused grin which you also can’t help but share.

“Forensic.” You correct him kindly and Thor clears his throat.

“Is that not what I said?”

“Close enough.” Steve admits and turns the full power of his grin on you.

For a horribly pleasant moment, your heart thumps loudly in your chest as the curve of his smile lights up his face. All darkness cleared from it, you see happy Steve and you want him to stay that way. So, without another thought, you nod.

“I’m in.” You swallow hard, staring at Steve still before you force your eyes away back to Thor. “Where’s the letter?”

“Y/N? Are you sure you want to do this? It could be really dangerous.” Steve says with worry, his happy smile gone, replaced with a small frown as he reaches towards your hand on the table but doesn’t quite reach it.

“Tony and Pepper deserve to have a perfect wedding day. If I can help give them that, then I want in. Besides, no one threatens my family and gets away with it.” Your anger really does bubble up, filling your chest with heat that has nothing to do with how Steve’s hand is only two inches from your own.

His eyes sparkle and he nods at Thor who reaches into his jacket pocket to retrieve the letter but then freezes as Kate returns.

“Here you go, Steve.” She says a little breathless, handing him not one or two but a stack of six dry hand towels.

Steve smiles up at her, much too excited. Why can’t he stop doing that?! Does he smile at all the girls he meets like that?

“Thanks, Kate, you’re a lifesaver.” He gushes.

You turn your gaze away from them and look instead at the empty seat across from you with half a mind to get up and leave. It would be stupid because how the hell is Steve supposed to know that you like him? You haven’t told him. Or anyone for that matter. So, he’d be super confused as to your reason for storming off. But you want to do it. You place your hands on the side of the chair, intent on getting up to leave when you feel a light tug to the left side of your head.

You turn your head towards Steve to see what he’s doing and your heart flips as he sits with the towels carefully balanced on his right thigh while, with one of them in his hands, he carefully pats your hair dry.

“You’ll catch a cold.” He reasons, talking only to you.

“Oh.” Kate mutters.

“Miss?” Some other patron calls.

“Excuse me.” Kate says with slight disappointment.

“Thanks, Kate.” Steve repeats but doesn’t turn to watch her go.

You reach up quickly, nervous and flustered. Your hands find his in the towel and you grab them to stop them from moving. He freezes and looks down at your face, his blue eyes inquisitively boring into your own.

“I can do it.” You assure him, so nervous you’re surprised your voice doesn’t shake.

“Right.” Steve says and quickly takes his hands back but only so that he can place the right on the stack on his lap and his left flat on the table again.

To your left, Thor chuckles. Both you and Steve look at him, nervous as hell.

“What’s so funny?” You demand, freezing in your hair drying.

“Hm? Nothing I just repeated forscenic in my head.” He laughs again and sits back, shaking his head.

You’re not sure if he’s telling the truth. Thor is really good at being sneaky when he wants to be.

Steve also stares at Thor with a furrowed brow.

Intent on moving past the awkwardness you lower the towel onto your lap.

“The letter?” You remind them.

“Right.” Thor says, remembering and once more reaches into his coat’s breast pocket and produces from it a bagged letter and envelope.

“An evidence bag?” You ask, impressed by their forethought.

“I though it might be easier for you to work if we didn’t contaminate it any more than we already did.” Steve explains as he grabs another towel and offers it to you.

You take it but put it in your lap before reaching out for the sealed bag. You lean over it, staring at the careful handwriting and read the threat. It’s simple. Not complicated or contrived. It’s straight to the point.

Felicitations on your happy day. I’m sure it’ll be a bang.

“Felicitations? Who the hell uses the word felicitations these days other than pretentious assholes?” You wonder aloud, disgusted by the threat and the audacity that some people have to try and ruin special days for other people.

Thor looks between you and Steve with shifting electric blue eyes before he very slowly raises his hand. You realize that he would probably use that word. Oops.

“Thor, buddy, come clean and we’ll call it a day.” Steve assures him with a nod.

“I would not threaten my friends on their special day!” Thor defends himself and you try and stifle your laugh, but it bursts from your lips with a slight choking sound.

Steve chuckles.

“I’m sorry.” You reach over and place your hand over Thor’s massive one, gently rubbing it in reassurance. “I didn’t mean to imply that you’re an asshole.”

“Or pretentious?” Thor presses.

But you wrinkle your nose at him, tilting your head from left to right. “Mmmm.”

He huffs at your teasing which only makes you laugh again.

“I’m only kidding, Thor. You’re not pretentious or an asshole. You’re very sweet.” You can’t help but beam at him when his frown relaxes into his soft goofy grin.

“Where the hell is our damn coffee?” Steve suddenly grumbles and waves Kate over again.

He was just laughing. What’s with the mood shift? You watch his face light up again as Kate approaches. “We had three coffees, Kate, can you see what’s taking so long?”

The redhead blanches as she looks down at her tray. “Oh…I’m sorry, Steve. I think I forgot to put the order in. I’ll go put it in right now. I’m so…so sorry. Please forgive me.”

You stare at the redhead, astounded by her distraction with Steve. She’d been staring at him so hard she’d completely forgotten to put the order in? What kind of non-professional…

“It’s alright, Kate.” Steve assures her, his sweetest smile offered as she gives him a small shy smile of her own.

“I really hope that I haven’t ruined your opinion of me.” Kate suddenly throws out, unembarrassed to be making such declarations in front of two other people. One of which is you, a girl who clearly has some kind of personal relationship with him. “I want you to think only good things of me.”

“No harm done. And trust me, Kate, nothing but good things.” He assures her with a charming half-smile.

Your half-smile! Okay…maybe that was exaggeration, but you’d never seen him offer that smile to anyone but you when you were at the compound, working.

The ache in your chest has you up on your feet, the bagged letter shoved into the front pocket of your satchel as you pull the strap up onto your shoulder. “I’m gonna start on this right away. You can forget the third coffee.”

You don’t mean to spit your words at the redhead, but you do, and you don’t even feel bad about it.

“You’re leaving already?” Steve asks, sounding slightly disappointed.

“I should get started on the letter. And I don’t want to impose on you.” You look at Thor as you speak, unwilling to look at Steve to see what expression he might be wearing.

“Impose?” Steve sounds so confused but you won’t look at him.

“I’ll see you guys back at the compound.” You turn on your heel and as quickly as you can manage, you weave your way through the crowd of people coming in out of the freezing rain.

“Y/N?” Steve calls out to you, but you don’t stop and leave the shop as quickly as you possibly can.

“What the hell was that about?” Steve wonders, turning his gaze back to Thor.

Thor sits, shaking his head again at his friend, disappointment written across his ruggedly handsome face. “You, my dear friend, are a half-wit and I hope she never gives you the time of day.”

“What?” Steve demands confused more than ever.

Thor gets to his feet. “Dear Kate, I will not be requiring a coffee either.”

“Where are you going?” Steve asks, looking over at Kate who is already leaning over to the barista and cancelling the second coffee.

“To see my girl. I will not make the same mistakes my friends make. You are a good man, Steve. Just a bit stupid.” Thor moves for the door with no trouble. Everyone parts for him. He draws up his collar and disappears out into the rain.

Steve stares after Thor, wondering what the hell he could mean but when he sees your umbrella, forgotten in the wooden stand, Steve’s heart gives a sudden jolt. He’s up on his feet, racing for the door. He grabs your umbrella and without another word, he too disappears into the darkening afternoon.

Poor Kate moves towards the table, cup of coffee balanced carefully on her tray where no one is waiting.

“What the fuck?” She mutters, under her breath, then marches back to the counter in defeat.

“Y/N?” Steve’s voice makes you jump.

You accidentally tear the letter at the top and sigh heavily as you glare at the rip.

“Damn it.” You growl.

“There you are.” Steve says with a smile. He moves towards you where you’re leaning over your lab table where you’ve been rubbing swabs on the edges where fingers would have more than likely touched first.

“Where else am I supposed to be?” You ask, still grumpy from the coffee shop debacle a few hours ago.

“Nowhere. I just wasn’t sure you’d still be in here. But you’re always in here.” He shrugs. “Shoulda known better. Anything yet?”

You put the now torn letter aside and shake your head. “The last two swab samples are finishing up now. What are you doing here? I thought you’d be sipping java with your redhead.”

“Redhead? Oh, Kate? She’s nice.” He nods.

You hate him. You officially hate him and the redhead.

“But I don’t think I can be comfortable around her. She’s tires too hard. I want someone I can lounge on the sofa with. Someone who’ll watch movies with me. Excited because it’s usually the first time I’ve seen them.” He stops beside you, turning around to lean his back against your lab table. He’s fidgeting with something but you’re thinking about the description for the person he wants to be with. You and he love watching movies together. Well, you love watching movies with him and he’s never complained about your company. “Even when they’ve seen them a million times before.”

You look up at him and feel your chest tighten nervously. “Is that my umbrella?”

You finally focus on what he’s got in his hands and he nods, frowning at you. “You left without it. You’re going to get sick.”

“Me? Not possible. I’m resilient.” Almost as if it’s on cue, you double over with a sneeze.

“Right, resilient. And what the hell are you wearing?” He asks, outrage on his handsome face.

“What?” You look down at yourself. You’re wearing your lab coat. But he probably means what’s underneath it.

You had showered and changed into your satin pajamas, dark blue shorts and a matching button up shirt with a light pink embroidered line along the hem for embellishment. Your feet are covered with your fluffy white slippers. You’re warm!

“There’s nothing wrong with what I’m wearing.”

Steve frowns, placing your umbrella on the table and turns to face you, opening his mouth to argue. Before he can there’s a ding and with an excited jump you scamper over to the autosampler and push a few buttons on the touch display.

“Anything?” Steve asks.

You stare at the screen for a minute then turn to look at him. “Yeah but…” You suddenly realize what must have happened.

“Where did you say that you found the letter?” You put your hands on your hips and move towards him slowly, stopping only when you’re a foot away, staring up at his confused and handsome face.

“On Tony’s lab table. Why?”

“Because the samples returned Tibetan soil and germicidal solution.” You wait for him to realize what’s going on, but he stares at you in utter confusion.

“The attacker is from Tibet?” He asks, seriously.

“No, Steve. There is no attacker.” You begin to remove your lab coat and throw it over your stool and stretch your arms over your head. Steve’s expression changes as he watches you stretch, his eyes moving down along your torso then back up to your face. Why are his eyes dilated? “What other pretentious asshole do we know who probably has plenty reason to spend time in Tibet?”

Steve continues to stare down at you and it becomes so invasive that you cross your arms across your chest and wait for him to answer.

“Who?” He asks.

“I’m sure Stephen didn’t mean to surprise you and Thor, but he is the only other idiot I know that would use the word ‘felicitations’. Why can’t he just use ‘congratulations’ like other normal people? Dumbass.” You move around Steve, dropping your hands as you walk.

His hand suddenly grabs your wrist and he pulls you to a stop. “Where are you going?”

“To bed? I’m beat. I’ve been running around all day and then I spent the last six hours in here running tests on that stupid letter.” You look down at his hand around your wrist and wish he’d just grab you and kiss you. But he won’t. You gently pull your arm out of his grip. “Goodnight, Steve. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Goodnight.” He replies.

With disappointment tightening your chest, you find solace in at least the fact that the redhead, Kate, is no one to be worried about.

“It took you long enough. Do you have any idea how long I have been waiting for you to realize that you are utterly in love with our little forensics expert?” Thor gestures towards the doorway of Steve’s bedroom.

Steve looks over at it and knows that Thor is gesturing towards the kitchen where you’re busy baking to relieve some stress after all that nonsense with Strange’s letter.

“I guess I’m still as clueless as ever when it comes to dames.” Steve sighs, reaching up to rub at the back of his neck.

“Clueless you may be, but a further idiot you do not have to make yourself. No one is home. It is you, Y/N, and myself. In a moment I will leave you and I suggest you make a move. Any move. Tell her you love her, kiss her, embrace her, just do something. I can’t stand watching the two of you pining any longer.” Thor claps Steve on the shoulder and moves towards his door to take his leave.

Steve springs to his feet and tries to fight the fluttering of his heart as he takes in Thor’s carefully worded advice. “Wait, are you saying she likes me back?”

“Like?” Thor shakes his head again. “You’re both idiots.”

With that, Thor turns and leaves Steve standing in utter nervous excitement, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he searches for the confidence to make his move. He has to make it clear that you’re the one he wants. Not Kate, not any other girl he’s ever met. Just you.

You’re busy checking on the chocolate cakes baking in the professional grade oven that Tony spared no expense on in the kitchen. The smell is so intoxicating. Devil’s Food Cake is your best dish. It’s almost finished. Just a few more minutes. You’re so focused on your cake that you don’t notice as Thor sneaks down the hallway to the elevator and takes his leave.

You pull the cakes out two minutes before the ding of the timer.

Your hair pulled up into a messy bun you carefully pull the two round cakes out of their tins and place them on the cooling rack but even though you know that you should wait until the cakes have really cooled down before you start piling them up into a two-layered cake, you reach for your carving knife and very carefully cut the dome of the bottom layer away leaving a nice, flat, and even cake.

You set the slivers of cut cake aside on a smaller plate before you pile the cake up.

“What the hell is that smell?” Steve’s voice shocks you again and you jump.

“Jesus, Steve, don’t you knock?” You demand, irritated with how easily he scares you.

“I live here.” He sasses you. He stops behind you, peeking over your shoulder at the chocolate cake, smiling that stupid half-smile that he gave to Kate. It irritates you because you’d thought that was your smile. Now you’re wondering how often he smiles like that outside of the compound. “That looks good. What kind of frosting are you going to use?”

“Frosting? I’m not going to use any frosting.

“What?!” He demands, somewhat outraged.

You push the cake to the side and turn to hop up onto the counter, then pull the wooden tray up onto your lap, the cake perfectly balanced at the center.

“It doesn’t need any frosting. It’s sweet enough as it is. This is my Devil’s Food Cake!” You assure him. You don’t need to add anything. It’s already perfect.

“You can’t not add frosting. It’s not cake without frosting.” He moves closer, standing in front of you to look down at the un-iced cake, his hands on his hips.

“Fine. You want proof?” You reach over and pull the small plate with the slivers of shaved cake, grab a decent sized piece and hold it out for him to take. “Here, try it.”

Your heart stutters as he places his right hand on your left next to your hip on the counter. He eyes the offered cake then looks up into your eyes. The amused intensity of his sparkling blue eyes ties a knot in your chest making it hard to swallow. He places his other hand on your other side, his thumb gently grazing your hip as he leans in towards you.

He opens his mouth and before you can pull back, he closes his mouth around the cake and the tips of your fingers.

Butterflies tumble violently in your stomach making you feel as if you’re floating. He pulls back, licking his lips as you sit frozen on the counter, your chest burning with a sudden desire.

“You know what?” You’re right.” He admits, nodding and twisting his mouth in defeat, not oblivious of the state that he’s put you in. There’s a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. “You’re sweet enough without it.”

He pulls back fully and moves towards the living room across the meeting room as you continue to sit, still frozen on the kitchen counter.

“What do you wanna watch?” He asks. His questions snaps you back to reality and you spring from the counter, shoving the cake onto the counter as you storm after him.

He’s already sitting on the long sofa, flipping through the selection of movies on the T.V. with a furrowed brow.

“You can’t just do that and walk away from me, Steve. What the hell was that?”

“What was what?” He asks, innocently.

“What thing with-with-with your mouth and the cake and my fingers?”

“I was tasting it.” He shrugs.

“Am I just a joke to you?” You demand. Your heart aches slightly, wondering if he knows how much you think about him. Always, he’s on your mind. What he just did…that teasing…

“Well, you are pretty funny.” He says, that half-smile back.

“Oh, screw you, Steve.” You turn sharply on the ball of your foot to storm out of that living room, but Steve’s hand is once again on your wrist, stopping you from moving.

Without warning he yanks you back so that your legs hit his left knee and you tumble backwards onto the sofa, landing on your back. Slowly Steve leans himself over you, lifting your legs with his right arm so that you’re lying on the sofa completely.

“What are you doing?” Your pounding heart tells you that you know what he’s doing. But you want him to say it. You want to know you’re not wrong.

“Making my move.” He explains, quietly.

Before you can reply he leans down and presses a sensual kiss to your throat. You gasp and try to remember how to breathe.

“How long have you liked me, Y/N?” He whispers against your throat, his breath tickling your skin and making it erupt into goosebumps.

You have trouble finding your voice for a second. “A long time.”

Steve kisses your throat again then pulls back, licking his lips as he stares down into your eyes.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He reaches up, caressing the sides of your face as he works his right knee between your legs to lay himself on you a bit more comfortably.

“I was afraid that you wouldn’t like it, me liking you. You’re way out of my league.” You insist.

Steve smiles your half-smile and he shakes his head. “Trust me, Y/N, if anyone is unqualified, it’s me. I’ve loved you since almost the first moment I set my eyes on you.”

Love?!

“Can I show you?” He whispers, leaning down to whisper against your lips.

You’re so intoxicated with him and the way you can taste your cake on his breath.

“Show me.” You plead, and he closes the space between your lips, kissing you with so much desire that you’re sure he’s wanted you just as much as you’ve wanted him.

His hands trace the shape of your hip before he hooks his hand around your thigh, slides it down to rest behind your knee and lifts your leg to wrap it around his waist.

As Steve presses himself between your legs, drawing a muffled moan from your lips, you’re sure of one thing; When Steve Rogers decides to make a move, he makes a move.

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netflix cheating

hiii my very first imagine on this account (i had a 1d account a v long time ago where i posted some other writings and stuff but we don’t talk about her) hopefully u like this!!!!!!!!! idk netflix has just had so many good shows drop recently and i felt a lil inspired!

have an idea for a part 2 of this, so if u like this and want the second part let me know :~)

happy reading 

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Are you still watching?

The dreaded pop up message had appeared before your eyes on the large television mounted on the wall.

Fuck. You cursed inwardly, you had just watched more than half the season of the new Sabrina series on Netflix. Usually that would be fine, considering you didn’t have anything that important to do today, except it wasn’t fine as you and Harry had planned to watch it together.

“Holy shit.” You cursed out loud this time when you picked up your phone and looked at the time. The hours had vanished and you groaned out loud before hoisting yourself up from the ultimate slouched position you had fallen into.

Being a binge-watcher was no new concept to you. You loved your television series and every character you got to know so well. But, god, this couch-potato habit had only increased after Harry gifted you a lounge that felt like you were sitting on a literal cloud and the massive television he had spent all day setting up in your little living room.

“Harry... this is too much.” You never expected extravagant presents from him, you never wanted him to think you were with him for what he had in his bank account.

“The polite thing is to just say thank you.” He smiled over his shoulder at you and you couldn’t help but feel your lips pull into a mirroring smile.

“Thank you, baby.”

“You’re welcome.” He had that cocky expression and you shook your head with a quick laugh. Fuck, he made you so happy. “Take a seat on the couch, ‘s real comfy.”

“Don’t want me to wait for you?”

“Gotta finish putting the tele’ up.”

“Ah, so we won’t actually be sitting on the couch for a good week.”

“Hey, now. You can’t rush perfection, Y/N.”

You smiled at the memory from only over a month ago, your eyes going to the free space beside you on the massive couch and remembering the very physical and intimate way you had shown your gratitude of the new gift. Something about the way he had a screwdriver sticking out the back pocket of his black skinny jeans really turned you on. And of course, Harry making a joke about christening the couch which quickly became less of a joke as the two of you did more than just christen that couch. Multiple times.

Just as if the Greek Goddess Aphrodite was watching over you, wanting you to indulge in the pleasure you were sinking into after remembering that heated night with Harry, there was that knock on your apartment door you knew was going to be your boyfriend.

Excitement bubbled in your stomach as you dashed to open the door. “Hey.” Unintentionally, your voice was lower, slower, more sensual, there was no hiding what you were feeling. Your eyes were a little hooded and as soon as you had opened the door and spotted Harry, your teeth sunk into your bottom lip.

As soon as he noticed your very alluring mood, he knew exactly how you were feeling and instantly his own excitement began to increase. “You alright, Y/N?” His voice had that deep tone you loved hearing in your ear just as you were about to climax and fuck, did you want him right there and then.

Harry was very aware of that fact as he lifted his arm in order to simply drag just one of his fingertips down the side of your face, he could see how needy you were, and you knew he was going to drag this out. Which you both loved and hated the idea of.

When his finger paused on your neck, he then just barely cupped his hand around the base of your neck. “Didn’t hear me?” His tone was slightly dominant then and your eyes snapped open wide as you met his heavy gaze, your lips were just barely parted in thrill for what else was to come if this was how he was acting already.

“Um.. Yeah, I’m alright.” You found your voice again as you stepped back, noting that the two of you were still stood in the open door way.

As Harry entered and closed the door behind him, he did a quick scan of your living area to try and get a hint of what had put you in this mood. That is until, something else got his attention.

“What were you watching?” He questioned as he spotted the Are you still watching? Screen on your television.

This puzzled you, because you knew he had just had a complete shift in mood. The question wasn’t playful, as if he was anticipating an answer of something like Fifty Shades of Grey. He turned to look back at you and you looked away. The flip of the emotion wasn’t what you were hoping for. You were hoping he’d stroll in and fuck you against the wall right beside your front door and for a moment you thought he would. How quickly that dream crashed down. You didn’t want to answer this time, you felt guilt that you hadn’t waited for him. He was sensitive, and you knew little things like this got to him.

“Y/N?” He pressed on, and a part of you guessed he had already switched on.

“Just rewatching Queer Eye.” A quick shrug of your shoulders paired with a smile wasn’t enough for him and when you saw him take a step closer to the couch you matched his movement, reaching for the remote but his longer reach got to it first.

Your vision stayed trained on the television as you heard the remote click and the screen changed to the episode listing of The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina. Last night, only two of the episodes had been fully watched by you and Harry. But now, seven of the episodes were watched.

“Fucking hell.” Harry muttered and you looked at him then, seeing his jaw locked tight and his face set in a frown. You figured he would’ve been annoyed but it would quickly become something the two of you could have laughed off. Now you weren’t so sure.

“I’m really sorry.” You apologised and moved an inch closer to him. You had anticipated him to sigh and turn towards you and tell you it was okay. Instead, you got the opposite.

“Sorry isn’t good enough, Y/N.” He kept his gaze locked on the television and you couldn’t help but to frown at his response.

“Harry, it’s fine. You know I love to watch things over and over, anyway. I’ll rewatch them all with you.”

“We were meant to watch them together.”

“We still can.”

“No we fucking can’t!” His voice raised as he finally met your eye sight. Both of your expressions challenging each other.

“Why are you so angry at me?! Netflix is right there, we can watch it right now.”

“I don’t want to watch it with you now.”

“Oh my god, you’re being so immature.” You verbally groaned and brought your hands up to rub over your face out of frustration. Although, upon hearing the remote being thrown against the couch followed by Harry movements, you were alert once more. “Where are you going?!” You swiftly moved to stand in front of your boyfriend, but once you were this close to his face, you realised just how angered he looked. “Hey.. what’s wrong?” An attempt to comfort him by trying to caress his cheek was cut short as he batted your hand away and glared back at you.

“You.”

“What?”

“You’re what’s wrong.” He snapped and you became defensive.

“Harry, I said I was sorry. It’s only a show-”

“It’s not about the fucking show, Y/N.” He admitted and with a mix of feeling guilty at the situation and not knowing what you had done to warrant this out burst, you began to feel your own anger growing in retaliation.

“You know, you’re being a fucking dick right now.”

“Coming from how much you wanted my dick when I walked in here, I’ll take that as a compliment.” He quipped back. He was stubborn, you were stubborn and when both of you were caught in this vague frustration, nothing was going to be solved.

“Fuck off.”

“Gladly.” You weren’t expecting him to head for the front door, but that’s exactly what he did.

“Why are you leaving?!” You yelled that time but it was more out of desperation than anger at this point.

He didn’t bother to turn back to you when he responded, his hand remaining on your door handle. “Jus’ sick of you letting me down all the time.”

Harry’s answer cut rigidly into your heart and you couldn’t find the proper words to respond with in time as he disappeared from out the door he had entered through before. Your mind was racing a million miles a second to try and think of what you could have possibly done - or not done.

You were drawing a blank, had you forgotten something? This couldn’t all of been over a TV show, it had to have just been the final fatal drop that was enough for Harry to crack.

Even as the hours of the night trickled on and you lay in bed wide awake, you still could not think of what else had happened. The few calls you attempted to make to Harry were left unanswered and as you signed and opened up the Netflix app on your phone to find something to watch to try and help you sleep. That fucking Sabrina show was the first title in your continue watching and suddenly, Netflix was the last thing you wanted to do.

ps, here's part two!

[spiderofthenight-blog]

Hi! I was wondering if you could do part 2 for yandere Peter x famous reader please thank you😊

I could’ve kept going with this but realised how long it was getting so:/ let me know if you enjoyed it or want a part three

part 1

Peter only ended up getting community service and a restraining order for the stunt he pulled in your dressing room

He watched social media solemnly as you posted about getting on a flight to make your way to the next concert

He was surprised at how what he did was swept under the rug

He saw maybe one news site write about it

Peter had regrets

He regretted how he treated you

you‘re such an amazing, talented, beautiful human, how could he do that to you

He spent nights beating himself up over it

He was just,,, caught in the moment

The adrenaline of seeing you, speaking to you, got to his head and reacted poorly

Oh how he wished he could apologise to you and ask to start over

To be friends again

It took him a moment to realise, there was nothing stopping him from talking to you

Except maybe that restraining order

But no one needed to know

So he did some research

He went through all your instagram photos, studying the backgrounds to figure out where your house is

He narrowed it down to somewhere in Long Beach, Hollywood

For a moment his chest swelled with pride

He remembered seeing you for the first time at that dinner party, wearing skinny jeans and dusty converse, and he remembered how far you’ve come in your fame

And boy was he proud of you

He brushed it aside though, there were more important things to do

He grabbed his bag from his closet and started packing the essentials

It turns out your neighbourhood was only a thirty-five minute drive from his house

How had he not figured that out sooner?

He checked the time and realised if he left now he’d be near your place with enough time before dark to find your exact house

As he pulled out onto the main road he knew this would be difficult, you live in Hollywood surely it wouldn’t be that easy to just drive up the street and find your house

Turns out it was that easy

He found your street with the help of google maps and your house was quite easy to distinguish from the rest, you’d posted enough photos with your driveway in view peter didn’t even hesitate to know this was your house

He drove his car up your driveway and parked it around the back of your house

Of course you were still on tour so the house was empty

Peter climbed in through a cracked window and somehow managed to turn the alarm off before it tripped

He was then free to make himself at home while he waited for you to return

The first thing Peter did was explore your house, the whole place seemed so familiar from the amount of pictures he’d seen online

When he found your bedroom he actually let out a little squeal of excitement and rushed inside

Your bedroom was very in character for you, personal items scattered around, bed half made, he picked up a photo from your bedside table and sat on your bed to look at it

It was of you and a boy that seemed two or three years older than you sitting outside a small wooden cottage with a large dog

The boy in the photo looked to similar to you to be a boyfriend so peter assumed it must be your older brother

He put the photo down and walked over to your dresser

He shuffled through the drawers not finding anything particularly interesting, though he did find your underwear in the top drawer and he’d be lying if he didn’t pocket a pair of panties

When he was finished scouring your room, going over every fine detail, learning everything he could about you Peter realised he was quite tired

He thought for a moment about sleeping in the guest room but soon decided against it

He got changed into his pyjamas and made himself comfy in your bed, and hot damn did it smell good

Peter was so content, surrounded by your scent that he was fast asleep in no time at all

That’s basically how the next week-and-a-bit went, Peter had made himself very comfortable in your home and he was quite caught off guard one day when he was watching Netflix on your tv in the living room, a bowl of popcorn on his lap and a glass of coke on the table, when he heard the front door of your house open and your voice, your angelic voice, filled the quiet space

He easily picked up on what you were saying and realised you were on the phone, just hung up the phone, to be more precise

He panicked a bit when he remembered he still hadn’t thought up what he was going to say to you

Why does he always do this to himself

He heard our steps going down the hall towards the kitchen and sighed in relief

He had made himself very welcome in your home and he had kept most of the house tidy, although your bedroom and the lounge were a different story, his belongings had mixed in with yours and your bedroom floor was littered with his clothes

He stood from where he was lying on your massive corner suite and put the popcorn down on the table

Just as Peter was glancing around, trying to figure out what he was going to do he heard a scream from behind him and a glass drop and shatter on the hardwood floor

He turned to find you only a few metres away from him, a startled expression on your face

You were shocked to find Peter standing in your living room

You reached for your phone only to mentally kick yourself when you remembered you’d left it sitting on the kitchen counter

‘I know what this looks like, but it’s not that I promise’ Peter said in a hurry, stepping forward to try put his hand on your shoulder in comfort

‘How did you got in my house’ you demanded him to tell you, stepping away and denying his gesture

‘It was quite easy really, but let’s not focus on that, that’s not why we’re here’

You just stared at him, your brows furrowed

‘Okay look I just wanted to apologise for the way I treated you back at the show, that wasn’t cool and I’m not usually like that. You just do things to me, y/n, things I can’t explain. I need to be near you all the time and it drives me crazy, I really care about you a lot and I’m just so genuinely sorry that I did those awful things to you’

His apology caught you off guard and you weren’t sure what to do, and what he told you certainly didn’t make you feel any better about him being in your house, for what looked like a decent amount of time

‘Get out of my house’ you looked at him incredulously, ‘now’

‘Okay, that’s fair, but what if I stayed and we worked this out’ he stood with shrugged shoulders and raised eyebrows

‘Work what out, exactly?’ you spoke with such malice in your tone it made him a little disheartened

‘Us. we need to work us out, we’re meant to be together I know it. I love you too much to just leave’ peter replied with a concerning amount of earnest in his voice

‘“Us”? There is no “us”! You broke into my dressing room , assaulted me, and then you come into my house while I’m away, stay here for who knows how long and you want to talk to me like we’re in an ending relationship?’ you were almost getting hysterical, but who could blame you. ‘Well news flash, dude, there is no “us”, there never has been an “us”, and there. Never. Will. be. An. “us”.’ you were shouting loudly by the end, and Peter could see you were nearly in tears

He stared at you dumbfounded, unable to come up with anything to reply to you so he just let his body move on instinct

One moment you were standing front of Peter, puffing from the amount of emotions swirling through you and next thing he knows he’s halfway up the stairs, with you unconscious in his arms

He places you on your bed and makes sure you’re in a position where you won’t go choking on your tongue

He tidies up the small mess he made in your your room before turning to you and noticing you were wearing very tight jeans and an uncomfortable looking top

So he decides to do the nice thing and change you into a pair of your sweatpants and one of his shirts to make sure you were as comfortable as possible

He tucked you under the blankets before climbing into bed next to you, pulling you close and drifting off into a light sleep with the love of his life in his arms

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[taronfanfic]

Crossed Targets: Dare To Return

Previous chapters here

Chapter 7

The first early start of the shoot had you up at 4:30am. You’d not really had time to settle in to your trailer or unpack having only arrived on location late the night before. You sat in your pyjamas as Freya, the hair and makeup artist, got to work chatting away as though it was mid-morning and not still before sunrise.

“I give it a week before you start cursing as soon as you hear me knocking on your door every morning.” She laughed. “No one’s ever keen to get out of bed and let me in!”

“Well if you can make me look human again after 4 hours of sleep I’ll be begging to take you back home with me! Miracle worker!” You commented as you looked in the mirror in front of you and admired her work. A quick knock at the door turned both of your heads.

“You expecting anyone?” Freya asked.

“No, I did all the paperwork last night.” She passed you the curling iron to hold as she moved over to answer the door.

“Morning!” Taron’s voice was clear as day. “Just brought a coffee for Y/N, am I good to come in?” You heard him ask.

“Coffee?!” You called back. “Actual life saver!” Freya stepped back to you and continued to work on your hair as Taron made himself at home and pulled up a chair. He was already in one of his character costumes, a more casual attire of a white top beneath an open shirt and blue jeans.

“All set for day 1 then?”

“I think so! I’ve got no idea where I’m meant to be going but someone’ll come and fetch me, right?”

“I had a quick look around yesterday and it’s a massive set they’ve built, they’ll send runners though so just follow them… It’s a shame we’re not filming anything together for your first day. I could have shown you the ropes.” Taron sipped his own coffee.

“That would have been nice, but I’ll be fine! Which trailer is yours? Maybe I’ll drop in later and tell you how I got on.”

“I’m dead opposite you. There’s actually talk of going out for a few drinks tonight with the rest of the cast if you fancy it?” He asked.

“Yeah that sounds good, count me in.”

“Sweet, I’ve got to run now but I’ll see you later. Good luck today!” He smiled widely at you before also saying bye to Freya.

“Aw, that was sweet of him.” Freya commented, her eyes filled with the usual look of adoration that followed Taron around. “I was about to ask if you’ve worked together before but clearly not if this is your first film!”

“No, we went to drama school together so we go way back.” You explained in between sips of your warm coffee.

“Ahh, that’s it then! People usually keep themselves to themselves for the first couple of weeks before the trailer hopping starts! There was this one time that I had to go along knocking on every single door trying to find the actress I was meant to be working on.”

“Where did you find her in the end?”

“Only back in her own trailer! She clearly snuck out of someone else’s but I know not to ask. What happens on set, stays on set!” Freya smiled mischievously.

“Wow! Well you don’t need to worry about that when it comes to me.”

“Don’t go making promises you can’t keep…” she hinted. “Taron’s already made a good impression round here.”

“Oh I’m 100% sure on this one, we’re just mates, and Taron has a girlfriend so the only thing that’ll be going on between us will be happening on set!” You shot her suggestion down.

“If you say so! Right that’s you all done for the day, one of the other girls will be on hand for any touch up’s you need so I’ll see you again tomorrow morning, 7:45 so not quite so bright and early! Enjoy your first day Y/N.” Freya packed up her bag and left you feeling full of confidence. You could already tell you were going to enjoy the rest of your morning chats with her too.

***

The day had gone far better than you’d have expected, you didn’t fluff too many lines or get uncontrollable giggles like you’d dreamt the night before. You’d done everything that was asked of you and given the director the shots he wanted, even having time to do a few extra takes just for variety in the edit suite. It was great fun and such a change from a live theatre performance. It gave you more freedom to play with expressions and tone which lead to less regrets if you didn’t like your deliverance first time around. You really felt at home and knew exactly why you’d made this such an important goal to achieve.

After a quick change out of your costume you dropped down the steps from your trailer and headed across the path to knock on Taron’s door.

“Oh, hey!” He answered looking fairly surprised to see you.

“Is everyone still on for drinks?” You asked with caution as Taron stood before you in a scruffy tshirt and his pyjama bottoms.

“Uh- I think so. They were meeting in the pub down the road, 10 minute walk or something. I’m gonna swerve it though.” He rubbed his eye sleepily. “Long day.”

“Well you’re no fun!” You joked as you folded your arms across your chest. “I was well up for celebrating my successful first day. Can I not even tempt you out for one drink?”

“I was just about to get comfy and watch Ghostbusters. You go and enjoy yourself though.”

“Amazing film!” You replied instantly.

“Or you can join me if you want?” Taron opened his door wider to invite you in.

“It’s tempting, but it’d be rude not to show our faces on the first group social. How about you come with me for a drink and then we come back here and watch the film? It won’t be long before I crash anyway.”

“Alright, one drink… Just let me get changed. Come in while you wait, it’s cold out there.” You stepped inside Taron’s trailer and it already had the same smell as his flat used to have. It was a mirror image of yours with identical furniture. Taron walked into the bedroom and then straight back out again as he lifted his tshirt over his head. “I should really unpack.” He laughed gently as he bent over and pulled a clean shirt out of his suitcase which was still left by the trailer door. You knew you were watching him too closely as he got ready but you couldn’t draw your eyes away.

“I’ve not got round to that yet either.” You just about got your reply out as Taron dropped his pyjama bottoms, this time causing you to quickly look in the opposite direction as his bare bum was revealed. “I’m not looking.” You added quickly.  

“The fact you had to tell me that means you were though.” He caught you out as he quickly pulled on a pair of boxers and his jeans.

“Alright smart arse, you ready yet?”

“Just about.” He picked up his keys, wallet and jacket and you headed down to the pub to join everyone else. One drink turned into two and two drinks turned into three. The more tired you became the funnier everything seemed and it had been too long since you’d had tears rolling down your cheeks from laughing so hard. A few nicknames had been cast out to runners who’d made stupid mistakes on their first day and in-jokes were already developing. Taron dropped his water fight plan into conversation and a team list had been drawn up within 5 minutes. You weren’t sure if the family vibe would develop here in the same way it does in the theatre but you had nothing to worry about. Everyone was lovely.

“Thanks for dragging me out tonight.” Taron placed his arm over your shoulders and pulled you in against his side for a quick hug as you started to walk back to the trailers.

“Sorry we never got back for Ghostbusters. Another night, yeah?” You left his side and quickened your pace, turning round to walk backwards so you could still face him.

“Definitely. We always had the best film nights.” He smiled.

“Something new, something animated and then a classic. Never fails!”

“Never works with Amy.” Taron admitted. “She gets bored during the second film and then…” he paused.

“…and then?”

“We end up having sex.” Taron was suddenly coy. “Sorry, that’s probably a weird thing for us to be talking about.”

“Taron it’s fine, I’m happy for you, you can talk about her as much as you want. You can talk about sex as much as you want! Between Oliver and Katherine I don’t think there’ll be much I haven’t heard before.” You laughed. “You got a picture of Amy?” He pulled his phone out of his pocket and passed it over so you could see his lock screen image. She wasn’t as you’d imagined. She had dark hair and a full fringe which framed her large blue eyes, her cheek bones were to die for and she was just naturally stunning in quite an understated way. Weirdly the photo was just of her and not one of them together. “Damn! You’re a lucky guy, she’s stunning.” You replied as you handed his phone back over.

“She is.” Taron smiled to himself. “It’s such a different dynamic to what we had though… They always say you never forget your first love.”

“I’m trying but he keeps following me!” You joked and ran ahead further making Taron laugh.

“See, this is what I mean! I’m not saying I don’t love Amy, because I do, but she never makes me laugh quite like you do… Spending time with you again now is just making me regret how things ended even more.”

“Taron, don’t.” You stopped and waited for him to catch you up. “I’ve had such a good day today, please don’t ruin it.”  

“No, no. I wasn’t trying to – I just meant… I still care a lot about you that’s all. It’s was really nice to see you so happy tonight, Y/N.” You didn’t want to be smiling but you couldn’t stop yourself. Neither of you said anything else as you passed security and walked back onto the film set site. Taron pulled you in for a proper hug as you reached the small space between your two trailers. It was warm and tight and he rested his chin gently on top of your shoulder. You knew you were reaching the end of the time limit for a friendly hug but neither of you softened your hold.

“See you in the morning.” You spoke softly.

“Sleep well.” Taron added as he finally loosened his grip of you and stepped back.

[stevenrogers5-blog]

High School State of Mind 5

Summary: It is Your Senior year as it becomes Peter’s Freshman year. You didn’t want to be that senior, but something about him just made you feel something that no other guy your age ever has.

Warnings: CUTE STUFF!!!! 

Word Count: 2,207

You slowly open your eyes as light comes peering through your window. You sigh as you go to sit up, but a force on your lower half keeps you down. You whine tiredly as you rub your eyes. Once more awake, your eyes look down to see arms laced around you. You squint as you turn your head to be met with an just as tired Peter. You smile as a wave of relief fills your body.

“Good morning sleepy head.” He mumbles as he kisses your cheek. God, for being so young his morning voice was really deep. You freeze as his lips meet your cheek. You swallow hard as you look over at his sleepy face. He sends you a sleepy smile before it registers what really just happened. “Oh my God… Y/N.. i am so sorry…”

“You’re fine Peter. Never been woken up like that. I’m not complaining.” You smile sweetly as you kiss his cheek in return. A light blush forms over his face. “Peter… can i confess something?”

“Of course.” He mumbles as his face turns fully to yours.

“Peter…. I like hanging with you.” You mumble as you inch closer. “You’re really cool.”

“You’re really cool too. I really like talking to you. I really…. Hope this continues.” He whispers as your noses touch. You smile as you tilt your head.

“Me too. It’s only been two weeks and i feel like i could talk to you forever and never get bored. I discover new things about you everyday and i get my mind blown at how cool you really are. You’re not just some freshman. You’re someone i could see myself knowing for a very long time.” You confess. He smiles, tilting his head as well.

“I am glad i’m getting to know you.” He mumbles as his lips ghost yours.

“Same.” You mumble back, about to close the gap before your phone rings, sending you flying back from him. You search your bed before you find the phone sitting under your pillow. “It’s Chris.”

“Hey!” Chris’s voice rings through the phone.

“Hey babe!” You call back as you sit up. Peter glances up at you, giving you a weird look at your choice of words.

“Do you still have Peter?” He questions.

“Yes sir, i do.” You smile at Peter.

“Can you please keep him for the rest of the weekend? Sophie and i are having a lot of fun and really want to spend the day together. If you catch my drift.” Chris explains.

“Of course Chris. I will keep him preoccupied for the weeknd. Your wish is my command. I know my brother left some clothes behind that should fit him perfectly.” You answer as you grab Peters hand.

“Is he behaving himself?” Chris asks as you hear Sophie giggle behind him.

“He is.” You say as you squeeze Peter’s hand.

“Good! I must go. I will call you later babe!” Chris chimes.

“You better treat her right Chris!! Bye!” You reply before you hang up. You set your phone down and look at Peter. “Looks like i am to take care of you all weekend.”

“I’m not complaining.” Peter says as he smiles.

“I’m gonna go make breakfast. Feel free to use my bathroom.” You say you get up and straighten your sweater out. You make your way out of the door and leave Peter to his thoughts. He smiles to himself before bolting out of your bed and reaching for his jeans. He pulls his phone out of the back pocket and unlocks it.

P: NED WE ALMOST KISSED!!

N: What are you talking about?

P: Y/N and I! We literally were about to before my brother called her. But it’s okay because we are suppose to spend all weekend together.

N: Dude!!! Now is your chance!!

P: I know!!

Peter huffs as he smiles to himself. It was like someone was trying to look out for him in a good way. He goes to the bathroom and soon finds himself making his way your direction right after. He turns the corner to find your back to the doorway as you start making pancakes.

He snakes his arms around your waist. You smile as you place a hand on his forearm. You take note that he isn’t like the other freshmen. He’s strong. His grip is firm but gentle. You flip another pancake before he places his head on your left shoulder.

“They smell amazing.” He mumbles into your ear. You giggle at the feeling.

“Thank you. I try my best.” You say as you flip the last pancake. You place it on the plate and turn around in his arms holding the plate. “Please sir, take this to the table while i get the syrup and butter.”

He takes it from your hands and turns to the table. He walks over and places it on the table while you grab the syrup, butter, two plates and forks and knives. You place the items down and soon take your seat. You grab two pancakes and start to pour the needed amount of each item on them.

“So, i was thinking we could go wonder the city today? There’s so many places i would love to show you and so many music stores i think you would enjoy.” You say in between bites.

“Sounds great. Can i get my camera out of my brothers car before we go?” He asks. You nod your head.

You guys finish breakfast, sharing conversation about the school year and your plans for the day. You get the table and dishes cleaned up and make your way back to your room. You fling your closet door open and drag a box out of it.

“So my brother left for college two years and left all of this behind. You should fit perfectly.” You pull out a pair of skin jeans a nice button up t-shirt. You turn and hand them to him. “There’s also male deodorant in my bathroom. I use it when i have practice because it works better.” Peter cocks and eyebrow at you. “Don’t question it! You don’t want a smelly girl coming up to you now do you?”

“I think it’s cute honestly.” He smiles before disappears behind the bathroom door. You slip out of your shorts and sweater and pull on a fresh pair of skinny jeans and a nice olive green crop top. You grab a pair of sock and your favorite black booties. You sit down on your bed as Peter exits the bathroom.

“Looks good! How does it feel?” You ask you pull a bootie on.

“They feel really comfy.” He says as he looks over the top and jeans. “Also, nice pick on the deoderant.”

“See!” You smile as you tie your second shoe and stand up. You put on some of your own deodorant and perfume before turning to him. “Let us go!”

You both grab keys, wallets and jackets before heading out the door.

Once in the city, Peter starts taking pictures of anything and everything. Most were of you but you kept protesting and shoving the camera away. And each time you protested, he would pout and look away.

“Hey! I just look terrible today!” You would say before he let the camera hang from his neck and he would capture you in a massive hug and spinning you around, making you laugh.

“You look amazing. Stop saying you look bad.” He would mumble as he would proceed set you down.

“Finally!” You call as you step in front of Bleecker Street Records. You open the door and step in. You start to explore around the store, looking at vinyl after vinyl. Peter lifts his camera up to his face as he captures an amazing photo of your face lighting up when you spot your favorite album.

“A work of art.” Peter mumbles as he looks through the pictures of you. You pay for the vinyl and return to his side.

“Ready? I could use some coffee then we can head back to my place? I can make dinner. I was thinking mac and cheese. I make bomb mac and cheese.” You say as you walk out of the store.

“Sounds amazing to me!” Peter calls behind you as you make your way to the nearest coffee shop.

Coffee in one hand and your hands laced together in the others, you made your way back to your apartment. You open the main building door, make your way up the stairs, unlock your levels door and make your way to your front door.

Once unlocked, shoes and jackets find their way on the floor. You place your vinyl on the table by the door and make your way to the kitchen. Peter follows closely behind.

“So, i was thinking that we could totally watch a James Bond movie? I love them with all of my heart.” You explain as you pull the ingredients together.

“Sounds good with me.” Peter says as he watches every move of yours. You get the water on the stove top and wait for it to boil.

“I mean, we don’t have too. It’s completely up to you..” You trail off as he suddenly gets closer. He soon has you trapped against a counter, both arms on either side of you. For being a freshman, he was really tall. “I mean…”

“There is something i have been wanting to do since this morning.” He mumbles as his face gets closer to yours.

“Oh.. really?” You ask as you look into his eyes.

“Really.” He whispers as he tilts his head slightly.

“I mean if it’s really be-” He cuts you off by pushing his lips against yours. You sigh as your eyes shut. Your arms move instinctively behind his head as you pull him closer to deepen the kiss. His hands find their way to your back as he pushes you against him as well. You both could drown in this kiss if it wasn’t for the water hissing on the burner from over boiling.

You pull away and rush past him to turn the heat down. You pull the water from the burner and set it on another one. You turn to give him a sheepish smile before opening the box of noodles and pouring it into the water. You put another pot on the stove and melt butter in it before adding milk, and a bag and half of cheese.

“Can you please get two bowls from the cabinet up there?” You point before turning back to the sauce in front of you. You stir a few times before picking up the pot with the noodles and dump it into a strainer.You pour the noodles in the sauce, then in the bowls and turn back to Peter.

“And there we have it.” He says as he kisses your nose. You smile before kissing his nose in return.

“Yeah… we should probably get spoons.” You mumble as he grabs your face.

“Totally.” He says as he brings your face close once more. Your lips meet, your bodies pulling each other closer like earlier as you try your very best to deepen the kiss once again.

“Peter…” You mumble as he finally pulls away from your lips. He smiles confidently at the redness of your lips.

“Perfectly marked.” He mumbles as he bends enough to lift you up and place you on the counter. You land happily as you pull at his jeans. He smiles as he places his hands on the counters. “I think that the mac and cheese should be cool enough to eat now.” He pulls two spoons out from the drawer next to him.

“Yeah.” You say. He reaches over and grabs the bowls and hands one to you. You take it and start eating your portion..

Peter takes your empty bowl and places his and yours in the sink. He turns back to you and smiles. He moves back to you and laces his fingers under your thighs. He picks you up, allowing you to wrap your legs around his back. He carries you to your room, pushing the door open lightly with his foot.

“Which james bond?” He asks as he places you on the ground. You slip your jeans off and grab your running shorts once more.

“Skyfall sounds good.” You say as you find another sweater from your closet and pull it over your body. Peter grabs the movie and opens the DVD player. He takes the movie from last night out and places the new one in its place. He grabs the remote and tosses it next to your body. He slips his jeans off and slips under the blankets next to you. He pulls your body closer and wraps his arms around your body.

A good hour into the movie and you were once again asleep just like yesterday. Peter laid silently as he plays with your hair mindlessly. His eyes getting heavier with each minute passing. He smiles to himself just as his eyes closed, the sight of you being in his arms was the last one he saw for the night.

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This jacket from Holland Esquire is a favourite of Nick’s. It’s worn with a Hardy Amies jumper and Villain jeans

Nick would grab this PJS Special Edition jacket from a burning house

Nick models a Hugo Boss jacket with a silk Hugo Boss pocket square teamed with a fine wool jumper from Uniqlo, Zara jeans and Tods loafers

These Taylor Morris and Ray-Ban sunnies are favourites

Nick’s fine wool jumpers: the pale grey is by 40 Savile Row, his dark grey by Uniqlo and the zip-up style by Mark Law

Nick, 31, plays DS Jamie Winter alongside DCI Barnaby in Midsomer Murders. A graduate of RADA, he has numerous theatre credits and on TV has appeared in Marcella, Foyle’s War, The White Queen, Call The Midlife and Inspector George Gently. He lives in south London and is dating actress Jessica Ellerby.

How would you describe your style?

Simple, urban, chic.

Which colours suit you best?

I like blue and probably wear far too much, but I also feel comfortable in grey, black and white with plum and burgundy as a contrast.

What are your favourite labels and shops?

I like department stores like Selfridges because there are so many labels in one place and it saves schlepping around the shops. But I’m also fond of a couple of second-hand designer shops in Notting Hill Gate – you can pick up some great individual pieces.

Who is your favourite designer? Nigel Hall. His clothes are simple and understated but well-tailored so the fit is just right. I’d also namecheck Ted Baker and Reiss.

What do you think of Jamie’s style?

He’s got great style. The producers made a conscious decision for him to look cool and sharp, so I’m very lucky.

About three weeks before we started shooting I went shopping on the King’s Road with the costume designer and had a ball. Jamie’s on a policeman’s salary so there are no Hugo Boss suits, but we picked up quite a lot from Ted Baker, Reiss and Hackett.

What is the least practical outfit?

Jamie’s Ted Baker suit. It’s very tailored and sharp and looks great when I’m standing up, but it’s so tight I struggle to bend down and tie my shoelaces. There’s no way I could run after a villain in it.

What about Jamie’s off-duty wardrobe?

You don’t see much of Jamie in his casuals but when you do, look out for the Massimo Dutti leather jacket – it’s fabulous – with Zara jeans. Jamie’s a bit vain, a bit metrosexual and I quite enjoy that.

What are the pieces you like most in his wardrobe?

All of it, especially the brown Ted Baker boots that I often borrow, the leather jacket, any of the smart shirts plus the Charles Tyrwhitt overcoat and Reiss button-up wool jumper.

So what do you wear to work?

I have to get up at about 5.30am, so it’s tracksuits, trainers, hoodies, always something comfy because I’m going to get changed into Jamie’s clothes as soon as I get to work.

What is your go-to outfit when you’re not working?

A sort of actor’s uniform of jeans, Converse, T-shirt and sweatshirt or hoodie plus a jacket, Barbour or gilet. If I’m going somewhere a bit more formal, I’ll put on a blazer with jeans.

Do you have a favourite fashion era?

The present, because of the open mindedness of people – you can wear pretty much anything – from vintage to contemporary, formal to informal and nobody bats an eyelid. That’s liberating.

This Burberry trenchcoat belonged to Nick’s father

Nick’s bracelet was “borrowed” from a friend, the Argentinian belt is a gift from Nick’s brother and his check belt is vintage

Nick likes a casual look in a black Fay leather jacket, grey Moschino sweatshirt, Zara jeans and Converse

A selection of the actor’s favourite footwear – Nike Air trainers, classic Tods loafers and Converse All Star

What is the most outrageous outfit you’ve ever worn?

The most outrageous was for a play, The Light Princess, at the National. I had a massive tattoo of a falcon across my chest – it wasn’t clothes, but a transfer, and I absolutely loved it.

Do you have a style icon?

David Beckham is definitely up there. I used to live near him and whether he was wearing jeans, trainers and a puffa jacket or a really smart suit, he always looked great. Also Tinie Tempah – he’s just so cool; urban, but dapper.

Are you a hoarder or do you clear out your wardrobe each season?

A bit of a hoarder. I’m better at culling than I was, but I do hold on to quite a lot because, as an actor, you never know when you might need something for an audition.

Are you a fan of vintage?

Sort of. I have a few vintage pieces but I’m not obsessed with vintage shops – I prefer new clothes with a retro feel.

How many pairs of shoes do you own?

At least 10 pairs of trainers, 15 pairs of shoes, which is probably too many for a boy.

What is the oldest item in your wardrobe?

A Burberry trenchcoat that used to be my father’s – it must be 35 years old. Also, my grandfather’s double-breasted tuxedo made by the Savoy Tailors – it fits me like a glove.

It must be 70 years old but looks brand-new – it’s full-on James Bond.

Do you have a fashion pet hate? Socks with flip-flops.

What is your current favourite outfit?

My blue overcoat by Holland Esquire. I can wear it casually with jeans or smarter with a shirt and tie.

Is there an old favourite you turn to in a wardrobe crisis?

A dark grey Uniqlo merino wool utility jumper. I wear it under a blazer with a pair of jeans and it looks smart in a low-key way.

What is the most expensive item in your wardrobe?

And best bargain? The most expensive is probably the Duchamp suit, which my parents bought for my 30th birthday, and my Tods loafers from my sister, so it’s the gifts from my family. The best bargain is a dark-grey cashmere Hugo Boss overcoat, which was £65 in a second-hand shop in Notting Hill Gate.

What would you like to wear to your wedding?

Perhaps a suit by Joshua Kane or the Cad & The Dandy, something with a bit of an edge in terms of the fabric or the tailoring. Then there’s always Tom Ford.

What is the one item of clothing you couldn’t live without?

My Nike Air Zoom Structure trainers. If I couldn’t go for a run or to the gym, life wouldn’t be worth living.

What item of clothing would you save from a burning house?

My grandfather’s tuxedo – it’s a family heirloom – but I’d also grab my PJS Special Edition padded jacket, which I take skiing, on the way out, as it’s going to be cold outside.

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The Boy in The Band

Chapter five:

It had been a week since Sirius had met Remus and Sirius was freaking out. He was going out for coffee with the man in a few hours and he had no clue what to wear. Remus had sprung it on him last minute as Sirius was leaving Manchester tomorrow and Remus thought it would be nice for them to meet up before he went back to London. 

“Lily! I have nothing to wear!” shouted Sirius in the bedroom about to break down. “Sirius calm down we’ll just go to the Trafford centre again or do you want to look at the Arndale?” Lily spoke coming into the room. “Can we try the Arndale because we went to Trafford already?” “Course love.” Lily replied softly knowing her friend wanted this, whatever it was, to go perfectly.

The two friends arrived at the Arndale centre and walked through the big, glass entrance. Sirius noticed the Arndale was very similar layout to Trafford but was a lot more modern and didn’t have the same flare as Trafford, but he still went and looked round because he would’ve gone anywhere at this point. After fifteen minutes if looking, they went into ‘Zara’ and Lily found him a button up shirt that had sunflowers on it which he also found some baggy jeans to wear with it. He said to Lily that he would wear his red converse with it. While Sirius paid for his shirt and jeans, Lily called a taxi to pick them up so they wouldn’t have to stand outside for ages as it was quite cold. 

When they got outside they noticed a massive crowd forming, as their taxi wouldn’t be here for another five minutes they went to see what all the commotion was about. Turns out James Potter had tried to come shopping for something and someone had tipped him off to the Paparazzi. “James! Come here!” Shouted Lily seeing their taxi pull up. James, recognising Lily’s voice, ran over to the pair and they all got into the taxi, Sirius in the front James and Lily in the back, and drove off. “Oi, thanks for saving me back there. I ‘ate it when people tip me off like le’ me go shopping like a normal person.” started James breathing quite heavily after the shock had warn off. “I know it’s been a few years but the feelings still the same. Don’t help me being bloody claustrophobic either.” James finished feeling his breathing calm down. Maybe it had calmed down because he had got out the small space or maybe it was the much smaller hand of the girl next to him that was rubbing circles into his own.

The three arrived back to Sirius and Lily’s hotel, Sirius went into the bathroom and  James sat on Lily’s bed and messaged someone from his phone then put it back into his pocket. “Nice hotel room, comfy bed, nice bathroom. The one thing I don’t get it why is there two double beds? I thought you two would have shared being a couple an’ all.” questioned James. “Wait. You seriously thought me and him were together?” James nodded “Oh my god you dumb fucker. Sirius is gay. Have you not seen the way he looks at Remus-” Lily slapped her hand over her mouth but it was too late she had just told Remus Lupin’s best friend that her best friend has a crush on his best friend. James burst out laughing. “Oh my god I was joking about you two being a couple and I knew he had a crush on Remus don’t worry about it. I mean it works out because Remus likes Sirius too-” this time it was James’ turn to slap his hand across his face. “Wait Remus like Sirius too? This is great news! We can set them up I mean they’re already going on a ‘date’ today so this could be good.” Lily spoke like a child in a sweet shop. “Yes! That’s perfect! Plan get Remus and Sirius together is a go!” 

****

Remus has suggested they met at one a Costa outside of the main part of Manchester so it’s less likely they would get harassed by Paps. Sirius, as usual, just agreed with Remus as he didn’t want to make a fuss and had been fancying a Costa for a while now so he really didn’t mind.

When he got there he saw Remus sat at a table on his phone waiting for him. He heard the door open and Remus’ eyes looked up and met Sirius’. His face lit up, he was wearing black skinny jeans with a knitted, grandad style sweater. Sirius thought he looked adorable, hot too but more adorable. The Black haired boy walked over to the table and the lanky boy stood up to meet him in a hug. “I already ordered for us I got you an iced mocha with oat milk.” “How did remember my order I told you it like three weeks ago?” asked Sirius shocked Remus had remembered such a minor detail about him. “I remember the little things about people I like.” Sirius almost fainted.

After about an hour, they had gotten out of the awkward stage, and they had really gelled into themselves. “I have a Sirius question I need to ask you.” asked Sirius, Remus snorted. “Do you like frogs?” “Why wouldn’t I like frogs? They’re amazing.” “NO! Frogs are the scum of the earth, the bastards of the barrel you could say. Sorry book reference you probably don’t get it.” “I get it don’t worry. Six of Crows, favourite book of all time.” “No way me too! But now, back to seriousness. I hate frogs because my brother Reggie had two growing up and I was trying to feed them but it bit my finger and just fucking hung there for ages and I freaked out and accidently smacked it into the water.” “Don’t hurt the froggys!” “Good to know you’re worried about the frogs now I know where your priorities lie.” “I’m gay frogs are life.” “No frogs are bastards. It was attached to my finger.” Sirius deadpanned. “It just wanted to be friends.” “No. It wanted to eat me.” “That’s just how frogs say hello.” “No this is the end of this conversation.” Sirius spoke then shivered. “Are you cold, you are in just a shirt?” Remus asked the boy across from him. “A bit yeah, it’s not too bad.” answered Sirius rubbing his arms trying to get some warmth. “Here take this.” Remus said before taking off his sweater revealing a long sleeve white t-shirt. “Thanks Rem.” said Sirius putting the sweater on and instantly feeling warmer. “No worries.” Remus smiled. The two boys stood up and walked out the café.

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‘Drowners lead singer Remus Lupin spotted outside Manchester with competition winner Sirius Black, who looks to be wearing one of Lupin’s sweaters we’ve seen him in previously.’

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The best January sales offers to start the year off with style

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The best January sales offers to start the year off with style

New year, new you, new wardrobe – that’s how the saying goes, right? With Christmas well and truly in the rearview, the post-holiday sales have arrived to bankrupt your 2018 fund. We’ve done the digging for you and sussed out the best deals on everything from winter skincare saviours to cold weather staples, check out our highlights below for the best bargains this January.

Winter Coat Sales

Over 25% off a Karen Millen Red Wool Coat

Red Wool Coat, £240, Karen Millen

Channel your inner Amelie in this bright red coat, which will add a splash of colour to those grim January days. With a tie-belt and gigantic pockets to hold everything in, it’s now going for 26% off in the Karen Millen sale.

Originally £325, now £240

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Over 40% off a Weekday Minou Packable Parka

Minou Packable Parka, £40, Weekday

There’s something about a pastel coat in winter that really gets us going. This foldable parka from Weekday brings the blue skies and will prepare you for the rain or snow with a drawstring hood.

Originally £70, now £40

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Almost £100 off a Hobbs Kali Coat

Kali Coat, £239, Hobbs

This classic camel coat is one that’ll stand the test of time and well worth the investment. Designed in a calf-length tailored cut, it’s a sleek piece that’s made a little more figure hugging with a tie-belt.

Originally £329, now £239

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Over £100 off a Hobbs Sophia Coat

Sophia Coat, £159, Hobbs

Colour-blocking doesn’t need to be loud and bright to get our attention. This black and navy coat from Hobbs is a total winner with a double breasted closure and tailored cut.

Originally £269, now £159

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Over £79 off a Karen Millen Camel Tailored Coat

Camel Tailored Coat, £220, Karen Millen

You can never go wrong with a camel coat and every year, it’s an autumn staple. This simple tailored version from Karen Millen is a great shout and the black contrast buttons add a dash of sophistication.

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Over 65% off a Grey Single Breasted Checked Coat

Yumi Grey Single Breasted Checked Collar Coat, £42, Debenhams

Check coats are absolutely bang on trend with the likes of Kate Middleton jumping well on board and we’ve got a soft spot for this version from Yumi. The small touches of powder pink add a flirty touch to the classic pattern.

Originally £120, now £42

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£79 off a Karen Millen Luxury Blue Faux Fur Coat

Luxury Blue Faux Fur Coat, £220, Karen Millen

Faux fur is totally in right now and this navy blue coat from Karen Millen is one of the best we’ve seen. With an oversized collar and warm lining, there’s also pockets to tuck your hands into when the wind blows.

Originally £299, now £220

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£30 for a Topshop Check Jersey Jacket

Check Jersey Jacket, £30, Topshop

This deep red check blazer from Topshop is an instant workwear classic – the double breasted detail makes all the difference. Toss it over a dress for an ultra chic look or take your casual jeans to the next level by pulling it on over a white tee.

Originally £39, now £30

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£30 off a Agnes Velvet Bomber

Agnes Velvet Bomber, £40, Weekday

We’re not over millennial pink, don’t make us buck the trend. This quilted bomber from Weekday was already pretty cool and it gets an extra jazzy upgrade with the pastel shade.

Originally £70, now £40

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Best January sales dresses

£60 off a Ruffle Mini Dress

Ruffle Mini Dress, £120, Karen Millen

This flirty ruffle dress from Karen Millen is a total winner for cocktail parties and weddings, with a fun pussy bow detail and cap sleeves that make all the difference. It’s going for 33% off in the sale.

Originally £180, now £120

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£25 for a PETITE Oriental Jacquard Skirt 

PETITE Oriental Jacquard Skirt, £25, Topshop

While we’ve got a soft spot for Christmas party dresses, this structured jacquard skirt from Topshop has definitely won us over. It’s now going for over 30% off and the embroidered details are worth every pound.

Originally £39, now £25

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£80 off a Hobbs Shannon Dress

Shannon Dress, £99, Hobbs

This polkadot number is giving us major 50s vibes and we love it. With powder pink spots and a tailored flattering waist, it’s wardrobe staple that’s going for nearly 45% off.

Originally £179, now £99

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£15 for a Monki Ruffled Slip Dress

Ruffled slip dress, £15, Monki

This versatile dress from Monki has been massively discounted in the sales and we’re in love with it. Take it to the office by layering a white top underneath and then to drinks with the girls with the help of an e

Originally £50, now £15

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  Over £70 off a Hobbs Mia Dress

Mia Dress, £105, Hobbs

Get glitzy this winter season with this black and gold sequined dress. Simple, understated and utterly refined, it’s now over 40% off in the Hobbs January sales.

Originally £179, now £105

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Over 70% off a Mango White Toscana Dress

Mango White Toscana Drop Shoulder Dress, £10.79, Debenhams

Heading out for some winter sun? Jump out in style with this Bardot dress with a ruffle hem, which is designed in a airy lightweight cotton to keep things breezy.

Originally £35.99, now £10.79

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Over £100 off a Karen Millen Pleated Dress

Metallic Pleated Dress, £95, Karen Millen

This knockout pleated dress is a party wear staple that’ll have heads turning wherever you go. With a swishy skirt and double strap detail, it’s over half off in the winter sales.

Originally £199, now £95

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Over £150 off a Karen Millen Mini Check Pencil Dress

Mini Check Pencil Dress, £49, Karen Millen

Channel your inner Stepford wife in this classy pencil dress. With an oversized foldover detail and figure hugging silhouette, it’s just the right measure of sophistication and sexiness.

Originally £ , now £49

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Best January sales shoes

Nearly 30% off Topshop Bellini Velvet Sock Boots

Bellini Velvet Sock Boots, £35, Topshop

Channel your inner fashion blogger with these over-the-knee sock boots from Topshop. Available in both black and burgundy, these are a little easier to pair – black does go with everything after all.

Originally £49, now £35

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Over £50 off Hobbs Ruby Fringe Court Heels

Ruby Fringe Court Heels, £99, Hobbs

These pale pink heels from Hobbs are totally comfy with a thick block heel – vital if you’re prone to toppling over. They’re now £60 off – total steal.

Originally £159, now £99

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Over 20% off Multi Gem Court Shoes

Multi Gem Court Shoes, £45, Topshop

Serve bubblegum drop realness in these black courts from Topshop, which are just the right balance of fun and fashion. With multicoloured gems and a strong pointed four inch heel, they’ll add a quirky touch to any outfit.

Originally £59, now £45

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£49 for CHARLES & KEITH Embellished Ankle Boots

Embellished Ankle Boots, £49, CHARLES & KEITH

A good heeled ankle boot never does a girl wrong and this sophisticated take by CHARLES & KEITH is a great shout. With an embellished strap detail across the front of the boot and a block heel perfect for running around the city in, it’s now £10 off.

Originally £59, now £49

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£20 off CHARLES & KEITH Calf Hair Slingback Pumps

Calf Hair Slingback Pumps, £49, CHARLES & KEITH

These calf hair heels from CHARLES & KEITH pack a serious dose of attitude, with a quirky cow-print, metallic block heel and super pointed heel. They’re now going for £20 off in the January sales.

Originally £69, now £49

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Best January sales clothing

Over 30% off a Topshop Hand Knit Cable Jumper

Hand Knit Cable Jumper, £60, Topshop

Everybody needs a classic knit jumper and we’re in love with this one. Topshop’s knocked £29 off the original price of this one and if you’re not feeling the white, there’s also a royal blue jumper to add a splash of colour to your winter wardrobe.

Originally £89, now £60

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£6 for a Smocked High Neck Blouse

Smocked High Neck Blouse, £6, Monki

Step up the elegance in this high necked top from Monki, which is only £6 in the winter sales. Yes, you read that correctly. It’s slightly sheer, so bust out your best lingerie on this bad boy.

Originally £25, now £6

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£12 for Cheap Monday Kick Spray Blue Noise Jeans

Cheap Monday Kick Spray Blue Noise Jeans, £12, Weekday

You’re never going to get Cheap Mondays at this price again – thanks to Weekday, they’re almost 80% off. With a slight flare and pale denim wash, the frayed hem adds an edge to any look.

Originally £55, now £12

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Half off a pair of Weekday Seattle Colour Jeans

Seattle Colour Jeans, £20, Weekday

These pink trousers from Weekday have us dreaming of spring. With a cropped leg and high waist, they’d be super cool paired with a cosy knit and fashion trainers.

Originally £40, now £20

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£28 off a pair of Weekday Body Elastic Blue Eve Jeans

Body Elastic Blue Eve Jeans, £12, Weekday

Looking for a new wardrobe staple? These skinny high-waisted jeans come in a dark wash and they’re going for just £12. Total. Steal.

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Best January sales accessories

30% off Quay Australia Gold ‘The In Crowd’ Sunglasses

Quay Australia Gold ‘The In Crowd’ Sunglasses, £28, Debenhams

Sunnies taken a beating this summer? Stock up over the January sales with this gold pair from Quay Australia.

Originally £40, now £28

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£49 for a CHARLES & KEITH Multi-Coloured Tassel Crossbody Bag

Multi-Coloured Tassel Crossbody Bag, £49, CHARLES & KEITH

Go big or go home. This tasselled cross body bag from CHARLES & KEITH is a dramatic choice ideal for any big parties you have coming up – and it’s now £10 off.

Originally £59, now £49

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          More than 50% off an RJR.John Rocha Ladies Watch

RJR.John Rocha Ladies Rose and Silver Day and Night Dial Analogue Watch, £42.50, Debenhams

Feeling celestial? This silver and rose watch from RJR.John Rocha has a unique day and night clock face, with a moving sun and stars illustration.

Originally £85, now £42.50

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Over 35% off a Karen Millen Rectangle Face Metal Watch

Rectangle Face Metal Watch, £50, Karen Millen

Looking for a classic timepiece? This gold watch is a great shout. It’s £30 off in the sales and versatile enough to take you from the office to cocktails.

Originally £80, now £50

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Up to 30% off a Fiorelli Mia Large Crossbody Bag

Fiorelli Mia Large Crossbody Bag, £41.30, Debenhams

Looking for a bag that goes with everything? This crossbody bag from Fiorelli is a great shout and we love how despite the colour-blocking, it’s still a gorgeous neutral piece.

Originally £59, now £41.30

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Half off a Karen Millen Brompton Leather Clutch Bag

Brompton Leather Clutch Bag, £55, Karen Millen

This uniquely quilted clutch from Karen Millen is one of the brand’s signature pieces and they’ve brought it back this winter. This scarlet version has worked its way into the sale and it’s now going for £55 – half off! (Total bargain.)

Originally £110, now £55

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Best January sales beauty

£31.60 for a thisworks skin deep dry leg oil

skin deep dry leg oil, £31.60, thisworks

Skincare is always a priority for us, but even more in the depths of winter. This special blend of nine essential oils will keep your legs glowing this winter and it’s going for nearly 20% off in the sale.

Originally £39.50, now £31.60

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Nearly £10 off a thisworks no wrinkles extreme moisturiser

no wrinkles extreme moisturiser, £36.80, thisworks

Designed to both combat dryness and ageing, this moisturiser is one of thisworks’ best and has the awards to prove it. It’s now £36.80 in the sale.

Originally £46, now £36.80

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Happy 2018 everybody!

(Apologies if you’re a little poorer than you were before you started reading this article.)

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