#HAPPY VERY BELATED BIRTHDAY ELLA

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happy (belated) birthday @elekinetic !!!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ELLA!!!!! elekinetic of all time; talk about stunning writing, about great eye and energy <33 happy (belated) birthday ella!!! this is for you <3

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The Gift

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My very first official whump piece, I hope it’s not absolute trash lol.

Contains/CW: bbu adjacent, pet whump, institutionalized slavery, caretaker new master, referenced past abuse, mention of noncon body modification, brief mention of whipping and resulting scars, brief nudity (non-sexual), nonhuman whumpee (kinda), self hatred of one’s body, brainwashed whumpee, morally dubious caretaker, accidental bad caretaker (Anthony has no tact), fear of torture/punishment, self dehumanization, self deprecation (both verbal and in thought), begging for mercy (granted)

Ella, if you’re actually reading this, please for the love of God don’t skim over the CWs, they’re really important! Also, and I know you already know this about me, but none of this is a sex thing no matter how bad it looks. I am a sadist, but not that kind of sadist.

I know that’s a lot, but I promise it’s not as bad as its sounds 😭, but lmk if I missed anything.

Premise: Anthony, a young man living alone who is generally ambivalent to the practice of keeping Pets, is suddenly gifted a dog boy that he doesn’t quite know what to do with.

(Pet capital P = a person who has signed away their personhood to ModiPets Inc and is now legally an animal, usually physically modified to take on animal characteristics, hence the ‘modi’ part. pet lowercase p = the standard definition of the word.)

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Anthony liked living alone. That simple fact frustrated his mother to no end, which, he suspected, was the reason that there were two MP employees at his door asking him to sign for a Pet. Now, Anthony never really knew what to think of the whole Pet thing. Sure, they had their memories wiped and were dumber now, and sure they had consented beforehand, he just still couldn’t see himself ever owning one. Besides that, he didn’t know what he would do with a whole other person in his house. He had the space for it, sure, but as an introvert by nature, the thought exhausted him just thinking about it. Still, he knew that refusing to sign and sending the package back to wherever it came from would earn his mother’s ire and probably prompt a visit, which he wanted to avoid at all cost. And so, he signed. He hoped he would not come to regret it. 

The employees helped him drag the box into his living room, and before they took their leave, they handed him a copy of the proof of delivery form. The form specified that the Pet was a hybrid Guard Dog/Platonic type with Level 2 Canine Modification and one previous owner. He hoped whatever was wrong with them to make their previous owner send them back had been fixed. He hoped that the ‘Platonic’ bit meant that the thing wasn’t feral. He hoped that the Pet hadn’t been modified to be too canine, since Anthony rather hated dogs. So many hopes for the Pet; Anthony felt kinda bad for expecting so much when he hadn’t even met them yet.

Also in this form, under the ‘other instructions/messages’ section, there was a note: 

Happy belated birthday sweetie! I know this is a bit extravagant, especially along with the rest of your presents, but it was on sale and I couldn’t resist! You know how I worry about your safety, living on your own in the big city. This good little guard doggie aught to keep you safe and keep you company in that lonely apartment of yours. 

Just like he thought; his mother’s meddling had once again inconvenienced him. Anthony scrunched the form out of frustration, before gingerly smoothing it out and sticking it in his kitchen junk drawer, reasoning that he might need it later.

Cautiously, he approached the box, and began to open it. 

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Light streamed into G-22985’s box. This was it, he thought, this was the moment of truth. He had spent his entire time retraining waiting for the day when he would finally have a new Master to protect, a second chance, and now that was coming true. He couldn’t wait to have nice grass or dirt to sleep on, to be fed again after days in transit. He really hoped that he would be good enough to earn all that. After all, he didn’t deserve anything that he hadn’t earned. More so, he couldn’t wait to defend Master from any and all harm. If I guard Master well, he thought, then Master might keep me around this time.

He knew better than to look at Master’s face, and so he kept his gaze fixed on a point on the wall of the box, even as Master looked him over, scanning his body. Assessing his worth, he assumed. He wanted Master to think well of him, and that was a scary feeling. He knew he wasn’t supposed to want, that’s the reason Master Liam had sent him away, but this was different, because it was for Master’s sake and not his own selfishness.

After what was really only half a second, but seemed like hours to G-22985, Master turned away and exclaimed, “Oh god, you’re naked! Sorry, I didn’t mean to stare, I’ll go grab some clothes. Wait right there,” and with that, Master left. Having received his first order, G-22985 excitedly stayed put in the box, or at least he hoped dearly that that’s what Master had told him to do. He thought he might have heard Master wrong, because he seemed to have apologized to G-22985, and people don’t apologize to Pets. Even so, he stayed where Master had (probably) told him to. If he was wrong, he would be punished, and then he would know.

G-22985’s heart broke that his body was so revolting to Master. Pets don’t wear clothes, so if Master wanted him to, there must have been something really disgusting about him to be covered up. He had the sickening feeling that the whipping scars Master Liam had given him hadn’t faded as much as he thought. He often wished that those scars would disappear altogether, though he knew they never would. He wished he could forget everything about Master Liam, really, every curse ever shouted at him, every bit of pain caused to him. More than that, he wished to be good for New Master, wished so badly it hurt. This body belongs to Master, he reminded himself, whatever Master wants to do to me, he has that absolute right.

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Anthony’s heart was beating out of his chest as he rummaged through his closet looking for something the might fit the Pet. From the split second looked he’d got at him, Anthony estimated that the Pet was maybe a few inches taller than him, but significantly skinnier and yet somehow more muscular. With that in mind, he selected a soft hoodie and pair of sweatpants, his cheecks turning red with guilt at having looked at another man nude without his permission, and also embarrassment that he’d found the Pet attractive. Did that technically make Anthony a zoophile? He didn’t think so. 

He hurried back to the Pet, tossing the clothes into the box while turned away, and nearly shouted, “Put these on! It’s ok, I’m not looking.” 

He heard the sound of cloth shuffling, which quelled after around a minute. “Are you done? You can come out of the box if you’re done,” Anthony said, throwing the sound over his shoulder. He heard the Pet stumble out of the box, and turned to face him, only to find the Pet kneeling with his head to the ground. Anthony sighed. 

“Would you mind standing up? I want to get a look at you,” he asked, trying his best not to let his frustration show. He would rather be doing literally anything else right now, but that wasn’t the pup’s fault. The Pet seemed to tremble for a moment, before scrambling to his feet. Anthony looked him up and down, finding he was correct in his estimation of the Pet’s height. The Pet’s pitch black hair had been buzzed short, and of course, a thin white collar had been fastened around his neck. Sitting atop his head were a pair of fluffy dog ears, those of a German Shepherd, if he were to speculate on breed, and the outline of a tail stuffed down one leg of the pants was visible. The sides of the Pet’s head, where his human ears would normally be, was smoothed over and covered by hair. How intriguing.

It bothered Anthony that the Pet still kept his head bowed, so after taking a moment to gather his courage, he took the Pet by his chin and tilted his head foreword, but the Pet flinched and his eyes remained squeezed shut. Anthony quietly commanded him, “Look me in the eyes.” 

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G-22985 flinched as Master grabbed his chin. He knew he wasn’t supposed to react negatively to Master’s touch, so he braced for a strike to correct his error, but no such strike came. He mentally scolded himself, since the Handlers weren’t around to do it: Bad Pet! You’re a worthless excuse for a Pet! You’d better hope Master doesn’t send you back for being so useless! You’re nothing but a defective disappointment!

As much as G-22985 hated to think of himself that way, he knew that he had to remind himself somehow. He always had a hard time remembering his place, thinking he was a person, sometimes even trying to escape. I tried to escape from Master Liam, and look where that got me. Refurbished and resold, like an object. He didn’t know why the thought of being an object made him so mad; that’s what he was, after all. He knew he probably needed more retraining, because even after the Trainers had taught him how to be good again, he had only been at this new place for a little while already been bad! What a disgrace of a Pet he was.

He shut his eyes tight as Master tilted G-22985’s chin upwards, he didn’t want to accidentally look at Master’s face. 

“Look me in the eyes,” Master ordered him, but that was bad! He was never to look Master in the face, never mind the eyes! But, Master had commanded, and he had to obey Master’s commands. 

Making up his dumb Pet mind, he reluctantly obeyed and looked into Master’s eyes. Instead of the coldness, anger, or blow to the face that he was expecting, he saw an analysis that he recognized. Master was studying him, which was good as far as G-22985 was concerned, it meant that Master hadn’t made up his mind yet. It meant that maybe he still had a chance to be good. 

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God, the Pet was even hotter up close. Anthony felt extremely wrong for thinking that, but it was true. The Pet’s deep brown eyes captivated him, so full of fear. He made note of a scar on the Pet’s lips, a small vertical line which started above the top lip and finished below the bottom lip. Considering everything that Pets went through for their training, it was a miracle that that was the only defect. He suddenly didn’t think he could bring himself to treat the Pet like, well, a pet. Which raised the question: what in the world was he going to do with him? He certainly couldn’t send him back, both for fear of his mother, and for fear for the Pet’s safety. 

Anthony broke eye contact and removed his hand from the Pet’s chin, causing the Pet to fall back to his prostrated position. Anthony chuckled under his breath at the Pet’s ridiculous display, causing the Pet to flinch, and Anthony to recognize his mistake immediately. “I’m gonna order Pizza for dinner. You can eat Pizza, right?” he asked, making an effort to be gentle. 

“Whatever pleases you, Master,” the Pet said automatically. This unnerved Anthony, but he didn’t have the energy to address it right then. Whatever conditioning the Pet was under, Anthony wasn’t even sure it was his place to undo it. The Pet had signed up for it, so clearly he wanted to be like that. Though he supposed that the Pet belonged to him now, so he could do whatever he wanted with him. 

That thought sent a pang through Anthony’s chest as he looked down to the Pet, kneeling loyally on the floor before him, not daring to raise his head.

“Listen, you can sit on the couch until the Pizza gets here, ok?” he told the Pet, not really expecting an answer, but surprisingly, the Pet’s trembling voice quietly rose from below. It was a pitiful sound, like a scared dog during a thunderstorm. 

Anthony didn’t know what to do, he wanted to comfort the Pet, but how? How in the world does one comfort a person they a) just met, and b) literally own? He supposed that, if the Pet had been trained to act like an animal, maybe petting him would work. And so, as much as he was dying of embarrassment to do so, Anthony crouched down and caressed the Pet across his head, finding his hair (fur?) quite soft and pleasant to the touch.

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G-22985 couldn’t take it anymore. Yet again, Master had ordered him to behave as a person rather than a Pet, and yet again, memories of his time in training flashed through his mind. Memories of electricity coursing through his neck, memories of his Handlers’ voices in his newly sensitive ears. He remembered a lesson he had, one of the first he had ever been taught, that he was never to sit on furniture because furniture is for people, and he was just a lowly Pet. He remembered being beaten within an inch of his worthless life when he had forgotten this rule while serving Master Liam, he could have sworn he could still feel the blows land even months later. He just couldn’t bring himself to break that rule again. But still, Master had ordered him, and he couldn’t disobey. Master Liam had given him double binds like this too, and he hadn’t known what to do then. Now he knew though, he also knew he was being a coward, not able to take a beating like a good Pet should. He just couldn’t bring its body to move, knowing what was coming. He was being so bad! Bad, bad, bad, bad…

G-22985 didn’t realize he had been whimpering until Master crouched down and touched his hair, petting him right between his ears. He was glad, he finally had the opportunity to be good. He leaned into the touch, careful not to deviate from his position while still demonstrating the required level of appreciation for Master’s affection.

He felt good to be touched kindly after his intense refurbishing. He dared to think that maybe he would be ok here, if Master was touching him like that. This meant that Master wanted a pet and not just a guard dog, that maybe Master would give him more of these kind touches, if he was good. There was a reason he was part Platonic, right? But Master was being so confusing, one minute ordering him to cover himself because he couldn’t stand the sight of his repulsive body, the next touching him so gently. Master had given him a trick order, but then when he had been bad, as he was doomed to be, Master had touched him like only a good Pet deserves to be touched.

The horrifying realization struck G-22985 as Master continued to pet him; it hadn’t been a trick order, it had been a test, which he had failed. He had failed by putting on the clothes, he had failed by standing up, and only when he remembered his place and stayed on the ground had Master rewarded him with affection. He had been so caught up in being good and obeying Master, that he had forgotten how to be a proper Pet. He knew that Master knew this too, and he knew he was in for the punishment of a lifetime. Still, Master was touching him so kindly, so maybe if he begged, he had a chance of lessening the inevitable hell.

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Suddenly, the Pet stopped his shaking and completely froze. His whimpering turned to sobs, “I know ah-I’ve b-been bad-d, I have f-failed Master’s tests-ts and n-know I deserve p-punishment. I w-will be a good P-Pet, I pr-promise! I will d-do anything to m-make Master happy, I will f-f-follow-w any order g-given, I will n-never be bad, only good! I will k-keep Master ab-absolutely s-s-safe and ha-happy, I swear. I beg of you to-to h-have mercy on-n this-s pathetic cr-creature!”

Anthony was perplexed. He wondered what in the world he’d done to make the Pet think he was in trouble. Had it been the petting? He wished his mother had warned him before sending him the Pet, at least then he could have read the damn online manual. But no, now he had a crying Pet kneeling at his feet, begging for mercy over some perceived infraction. Anthony sighed, and the Pet flinched and went silent. Anthony couldn’t help it, he sighed again, and predictably, the Pet flinched. He would have to get that habit in check.

“Pet, what do you think you did wrong?” Anthony asked, hoping to get a better idea of what was going on in his head.

The Pet’s voice was quiet and strained, but still he answered, “I p-p-put on clothes, Master, which-ch is bad. I st-stood up on my h-hind paws, Master, w-which is bad. I fl-flinched at your t-t-touch, Master, which i-is bad. I know what I did-d w-was bad an-and I d-d-deserve to be p-punished, yet I b-beg your m-mercy, Master.”

Oh, Anthony realized, this is my fault.

He whispered softly to the Pet, trying his best not to be frustrated, and just now getting the inkling that he might have been in over his head, “Hey hey, it’s alright. You’re not in trouble, I’m not going to punish you. You don’t have to sit on the couch if you don’t want to, I just thought it might be more comfortable than the floor. Just, please stop crying, ok?”

The sobbing abruptly halted, and Anthony resisted the urge to sigh again, as he knew he’d been anything but comforting. Also, his plan of ‘Pizza at the table and talk about what the fuck we’re going to do’ would have to be adjusted, seeing the Pet’s reaction to being invited to sit on the couch. Anthony had the sinking feeling that mealtime would be an even bigger hassle. He had no idea what he could possibly do to get the Pet to, if not trust him, then at least give him the time of day without expecting retribution. He decided to give the Pet some space while he thought things over.

“I’m just going to sit over there and order the pizza, you don’t have to go on the couch, but you don’t have to stay kneeling like that either. Just… sit how you’re comfortable,” Anthony instructed as he slowly got up from the floor.

“I remember my pl-place, Master, a lowly P-Pet like m-me knows not-t to sully the f-f-furniture, I’ll b-be good,” he declared in more of a plea than a statement, his voice barely above a whisper and still clearly choked up from crying.

Anthony shrugged and moved to a nearby armchair. He made a point of not looking at the Pet, even though he really wanted to, but even so, the Pet didn’t dare move a muscle from his position. Well, if the pet didn’t want to move, Anthony wasn’t going to force him. He ordered the pizza, and then went to the MP website and brought up the online Owner’s Manual. What he found was, in one word, sickening.

Anthony didn’t live under a rock; he knew that Pets didn’t have it easy, but this was nothing but gratuitous cruelty. The ethos of the manual seemed to be all stick and no carrot, to put it nicely. The manual specifically advised to punish behaviors which were person like, such as sitting on furniture, which really put the past half hour into perspective. That poor pup. There is no way in hell I’m doing any of that, thought Anthony as he read further and further, but the question remained, what am I going to do then?

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fav fact about Elisabeth of Hesse?

Hi anon! My favorite “facts” about Ella are the mentions of her and her cousins in Margaretta Edgar’s book “Six Years At The Russian Court”. These might not be specific facts but they definitely are something about Ella’s personality that I love. Because of her short life, there wasn’t much time to observe Ella so any memoir that mentions her amazing personality is so special.

“My children were delighted to see their cousin Ella once more. This dear child was then between eight and nine years old, and very like her beautiful mother in appearance. But the child's eyes had ever a look of fate in them. Looking at her I used to wonder what those wide grey-blue eyes saw, to bring such a look of sadness to the childish face.”

“In spite of this look of intense sadness in her eyes the little Princess herself was full of life and happiness. I never saw so sunny a nature; never saw the child out of temper, nor cross, and should any little dispute arise amongst my four charges, she would settle it with perfect amiability and justice, making whoever was the most in the wrong give in, and reproving with great gentleness the others. Where Princess Ella was, no angry disputes could exist. She was so sweet and just that the other children always gave in to her arbitration. Looking back on her short life often wonder why we did not see that she was quite too good for this world, her fit companions were the angels. She was a regular little mother, and was never so happy as with the ‘tiny cousin’, as she called Anastasie.”

“She always enjoyed life so much, and she ran and bicycled about the gloomy old park, took the lead in all the games and was like a sunbeam; yet all the time she was stricken with mortal illness, though none suspected it.”

“One day she and Tatiana were wonderfully busy and mysterious, running in and out of the rooms, and exploding into laughter every now and then. In the evening after they were in bed Tatiana took from under her pillow a little box which dear cousin Ella had prepared for her. This contained some little coloured stones which they had picked out of the gravel the day before, some bits of matches, luminous ends, of course, the sand-paper off a matchbox and some tissue paper. This was a toy which they had prepared. After Tatiana was in bed, if she felt lonely she was to sit up in bed, light a match upon the sand-paper, set fire to the tissue paper, and by its light to play with the stones. Well, of course, that could not be allowed, and the poor little Princess was overwhelmed when I explained to her that they might all have been burned in their beds.”

“The little Princess was full of life and fun. never remember to have seen her in higher spirits than she was on Saturday evening. She prepared and carried out an innocent little practical joke on her father and the Empress. She asked me to put her three eldest cousins in her bed, and leave little Anastasie alone in her bedroom. "When auntie Alix and papa come, said the child, "auntie Alix will be looking everywhere for her children, and papa will not know how he has got four." Accordingly it was done, and I stepped into the corridor to ask the Empress and the Grand Duke to be very much surprised. They were, of course, exceedingly surprised, and the Empress pretended to be much frightened, to the child's great delight. You could hear her laughter all through the house, as one by one the cousins were disclosed.”

She was a beautiful and unique soul who will be missed forever! Happy belated birthday dear Ella! 💜

Thank you for asking!

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Erin I forgot to say happy birthday! Happy belated birthday, I hope you continue to get birthday surprises and treats all week 💛🌺🥞🐦‍⬛

Ella!!! Thank you!!! 💕💕💕 i feel like i fully forgot to say happy birthday to you in march, so happy very belated birthday 😭🎂 I hope this whole year is full of wonderful surprises and treats for both of us!

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Birthday Surprise-part 2: Horatio Godkin x Arabella / Fem!Reader

Summary: It's a few months later after getting meeting and making it offical with Horatio Godkin. Your gal friends take you on a trip to Paris where Horatio discovers his true and secret feelings about you. When you return from the trip, Horatio and you decide to take things to the next level in your relationship

A/N: This is once again heavily inspired by Thomas Doherty's 'The Inventor's Apprentice' spicy Quinn audio / ASMR(ish) series he did a few months back. If you know... you know ;) ;)

I applogize if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes in this.

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A few months later… A lot of persuasion and convincing happened from my handsome king, who just so happens to be my boyfriend. But because of my eagerness and readiness for love, Horatio and I ended up buying the cottage together, in which he and I first met.

It was more of his idea, but still. I couldn't pass up the opportunity. I'd be foolish to let that go.

Falling in love with Horatio Godkin was like an out of body experience in a way. He knows every element of romance and most definitely has the romance factor in him.

He always knew how to woo me, really sweep me off my feet, of course while being gentle. His kisses always tasted either of red wine or the goldest of honey. The way he grabbed hold of me as his hands either snaked around my waist or thighs, always winning my full, undivided attention as my breathing hitched.

That is something I've never experienced in a relationship romantically before and it had me desperately wanting more and more of it, and Horatio of course.

*

Making up for lost post belated birthday time, Shay had organized a girls trip for us and today was that very day.

Shay ended up getting a luxurious hotel room in Paris. Something I never expected but honestly was excited.

I was bummed however because I couldn't bring Horatio with me. It was a girls trip, which meant boys were not allowed. I really wish I could change the rules haha.

"These three days will go by real fast. And before we know it, we'll be back together again, right in each other's arms" I reassured Horatio, gently rubbing his arm for a moment.

Smiling softly at me, he anchored onto my arm while pulling me close to him just a bit.

"You go on, go have the best time, darling. I'll be right here waiting for you when you return" Horatio leaned into me and planted a kiss on my forehead.

"I love you, my handsome king" I whispered softly to him as our heads touched.

"I love you too, my precious queen" Replied Horatio softly too and we quickly shared a kiss that I wanted to last forever.

After saying bye to my gorgeous boyfriend, and getting on the plane along with Shay, and Celeste and off to Paris we went.

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The entire trip to Paris was incredible. The sights, the views, literally everything! Pretty much, the whole time there was spent by each of us doing spa and shopping spree days, and sightseeing the entirety of Paris.

Oh yeah! I Almost forgot to mention that Celeste and I kept in contact after the birthday cottage situation a few months back and are already the goodest of friends.

Celeste has a bubbly personality and she's always cheerful, can make you smile and laugh, and she's understanding and honest.

I love her and I'm so happy that we became good friends. And it's also wonderful how Shay and her became good friends too, we're all now like a happy trio of friends and I love that.

It was our last night in Paris. Celeste, Shay, and I were gathered together in the living room area in the hotel, painting each other's nails as the room was dimmed slightly with candles that flickered through the room.

"How's your Scottish lover doing, Ella?" Asked Shay, letting out a giggle or two. Instantly making me blush.

"He's doing great. We talked a little earlier and can't wait for when I return home. Horatio always knows how to send a shiver down my spine" I replied while sticking out my tongue.

Shay's eyes widened a little and squealed softly, "Oh my gosh! That is adorable. But you know what this means right?"

Only having a few ideas by what my best friend meant, I raised my eyebrow in slight confusion and giggled when Celeste chimed in too, joining the fun.

"Pleaseee tell me you know, sweetie!" She beamed with pleading eyes, while leaning toward me a little, placing her hand on my shoulder.

"I don't know? What do you two have in mind?" I asked, pretending not to know just to see their reactions.

"He's obviously going to want to make out with you and make love to you when you go back home" Celeste admitted while laughing softly and as her hand remained on my shoulder.

"She's right, bestie! I mean if you say that Horatio knows how to "send a shiver down your spine" that automatically means that he's in the mood and wants to take you away" Winked and giggled Shay as we all giggled simultaneously.

My face turned as red as a tomato at this point even though that's exactly what I knew that my friends were going to say.

"You two are so funny. I don't think that will happen...yet anyway. Would it really be a good idea for two people who literally are still getting to know each other, but yes are dating, to snog one another so soon?" I asked in a giggly tone.

"Come on, girl! You know you want that. It's not a bad idea at all" Chirped Celeste as she rubbed my shoulder.

"The way you've been talking about him, it almost seems like you're madly in love with this guy. I'd be surprised if making out with him wasn't on your list, just admit it already, bestie" Shay giggled and gently shook and nudged my other shoulder, opposite of Celeste.

Widening my eyes once more as my face grew hot again, making me cover my face with my hands as my mind screamed from the inside.

Once I calmed down, my two lovely friends and I finished our nails and let them air dry as we watched movies and ate snacks for the rest of the night.

"Oh! If that does end up happening, I'll be sure to let you two know!" I giggled while winking at them as they giggled too.

"We can't wait for that, girl!" Celeste smirked as Shay nodded her head in agreement.

*

Meanwhile, back at home. Horatio had been keeping busy by writing and journaling.

Lots and lots of journaling.

Writing about things that brought him joy and happiness. That includes me, but I didn't know that yet.

He was sitting in his office that he made in the cottage. His leg was crossed over his other leg and held a pen that had a light feather at the end of the tip of the pen. His elbow rested atop the table as he scribbled his thoughts on the paper in the neastest of cursive.

Horatio's pov in his journal

The private journal of me,Horatio Godkin.

Entry number 5:

"Two months have gone by. Two wonderful months that have been spent with a beautiful, exquisite, and soft to the touch young woman who I've gotten to know.

I thank whoever in the universe who brought her and I together. The incredible Arabella Bellamy. She's not like the others who have entered my life, and that's a good thing.

Arabella is independent, compassionate, funny, and completely full of life and love.

My heart had definitely been set on her from the first time we met, in a lovely cottage by accident but I always call it a good coincidence.

At this moment in time, my darling Arabella is gone. On a vacation with a few friends, for gals only as it is said. She deserves time with her friends. A time away from her life.

I can't wait to spend time together again. I miss my precious Arabella. In more ways than some.

I hadn't seen her, not truly seen her yet of what I had hoped for us to arrive in our relationship, as the photographic images of what I envision danced around and on the inside of my brain until that moment.

Like looking through a prism, dazzled by the kaleidoscopic images, the rainbow illusion coalescence until suddenly there's only her

As the beautiful, blossoming new found romance in which she and I have discovered, it has also made me discover my deepest darkest true feelings about her.

Nothing in my past, or future I wanted to keep hidden. I wanted her. I needed her. I dreamed of her taking me away, I wanted her to strip me, straddle me, laying me bare and plunder every part of me, for anything she wanted.

I wanted her to own me as I hope she felt the same way about me."

~end of entry

*

After a long but peaceful plane ride back home, Shay, Celeste, and I made it back from Paris.

It was really early in the morning when we got back, our plane was scheduled to leave at night via Paris time, which meant when we got back home in the states, it was already and about to be night / early morning here.

I had contacted Horatio before boarding the plane and after we landed, just to keep him up to date with everything.

He told me that he would keep a look out for me at our cottage and there for me when I come back, which already made me blush and my heart raced just thinking about it.

"Thinking about your lover over there, Ella?" Asked Celeste while taking a glance at me through the above rear view mirror in the car.

Glancing up at her while widening my eyes a little from the back seat of the car as the darkness from the outside came and passed through multiple times.

"Oh my goodness, can you hear my mind from the inside, Celeste?" I giggled as did she and Shay too.

"Don't worry, bestie! We're almost home and there you can let loose" Said Shay as she playfully winked at me, and then giggled more.

"Bestie woah! Haha. Can we all just stick to having a regular conversation for about one minute?" I playfully asked.

Shay and Celeste laughed with me and understood what I asked and that was exactly what we did, even all the way till we reached my house, excuse me, Horatio and I's house.

*

"Thank you for such a wonderful time and experience in Paris, bestie! I had a blast and I am super duper happy you were able to join us, Celeste!" I chirped while smiling the biggest smile.

"Aww why of course, bestie! Anything for you! I'm really happy that you enjoyed your time. We definitely need to head back again soon!" Replied Shay as she turned around to face me in the driver's seat, also smiling the biggest smile too.

Celeste turned to face me while sitting in the passenger's seat, smiling ear to ear, "I had a blast girlfriend! It was dreamy. The three of us need to do that again soon sometime!"

We all agreed and nodded our heads after what Celeste said. I then said my goodbyes and farewells after getting my suitcase from the car, with the help of my bestie, as Celeste stayed in the car but rolled down her car window.

Shay and I hugged and told each other that we'd text each other later and talk more throughout the day. The same was said with Celeste too.

Shay got back into the car with Celeste and patiently waited and watched me make my way inside before they drove away.

I took a few steps toward my lovely cottage home, my suitcase wheeled a few feet behind me atop the semi loud pebbles and rocks that rested below my feet, and suddenly I was stopped in my tracks when the click of the front door was heard and Horatio appeared.

*

I could feel my heartbeat faster, my face was becoming hot again, and a big smile splashed on my face, as did Horatio.

He quickly ran from the front door step and ran straight over to me and instantly wrapped his strong arms around me, bear hugging me and lifted me up off the ground a little as I hugged him back,and as I gently wrapped my legs around his waist and legs.

Spinning me around and swaying back and forth a little. Shay and Celeste watched the entire encounter, causing them to say cute and funny things out loud from where they were sitting in the car.

"Aww!!!" Was what echoed through my ears coming from my two girl friends. Causing Horatio and I to giggle as our foreheads gently rested against one another for a moment.

Still being held by Horatio as my back was now facing the girls, as Horatio stood behind, lifting his head up and waved while giggling more straight ahead at Shay and Celeste.

They waved back and then said bye to us again and drove off, finally letting Horatio and I have alone time again.

*

As we continued to stand still outside for a few minutes more, we engulfed in each other's love and company, whispering to one another, "I'm so happy that you're back, darling. I missed you so much!"

"I missed you so much too, love. I am really happy to be back with you!" I whispered back to him as he quickly pecked the tip of my nose.

"I hope you had a wonderful time" Horatio whispered as he kissed my cheek, causing me to blush.

I nodded my head slowly and kissed his forehead, "yes"

He nodded his head and hummed softly for a few moments while tightening his hold around me just a bit more. "Mmm that's good to hear, my love"

There was a silence for a moment but not for long, "I need you, Arabella. I want you Arabella" he whispered to me, but in a soft yet husky deep tone. Sending a shiver down my spine

"I'm all yours, Horatio. Instruct me on what I need to do, what you would like me to do" I replied softly as I gently rubbed the back of his neck.

"Thank you, my love. I will but first let's get you settled in first" Whispered Horatio as he quickly kissed my neck and then took us inside our cottage, quickly closing and locking the front door on the way in.

Thankfully, there wasn't that much I had to do like unpacking wise. I simply placed my suitcase to the side in Horatio and I's bedroom and then took off my shoes and jacket and then joined him on our shared bed.

We cuddled with each other for a few minutes. Horatio then slowly began to sit up, his hips nearly sitting atop of me as he rested his head on his hand.

"May I give you another massage, my darling queen?" He whispered as a smirk on his face appeared.

Smiling and giggling at his question, I immediately nodded my head and booped his nose, which made him giggle adorably.

"Of course you can, I live for your massages" I winked at him before leaning forward and pecking his lips.

Before I knew it, I was in his trance and only listened to him as his hands delicately moved up and down the surface of my back, immediately relaxing me as I closed my eyes and relaxed in his touch.

"Here I go, all the way up. As my fingers glide delicately across the skin on your neck" He whispered as his fingers did exactly that, causing me to flush on the inside once more.

Seconds after he did that, I wanted to step it up a notch, mainly for him and see what would happen. Make him feel the same way he made me feel.

One of my hands began to snake around from behind and gently rested atop his thigh, just barely reaching anything off limits, but hey, was that really the case?

Me doing that surprised him, but in a good way. His soft chuckle echoed through my ears and leaned towards me again, planting soft kisses on my neck.

Shortly after that, I turned my body around to face him fully, practically sitting in his lap at this point. Him and I both smiled at one another as he gently pushed me closer to him, his hand gently sprawled out on my back.

"Are you ready for this, my love?" He whispered softly as I again nodded my head,

"Yes I am. Are you?" I asked softly too. Horatio, tilting his head as he chuckled

"Always, my love! And don't worry, I'll be gentle. Or at least try to be haha" Horatio leaned in and pressed a kiss to my lips, which I gladly kissed back.

The fun was unleashed and the adventure had just begun to unwind…

-end of part 2

*

I hope you all enjoyed the read. I adore Thomas Doherty so so much and all of his tv and movie characters. Writing stories of and about them is something I've always loved and enjoyed to do. Writing a story of Horatio and turning it (the story) into a mini series was something I've always wanted to do, espcially after hearing those Quinn audios! They are *chefs kiss*.

I don't think there's any other Horatio fanfics on here or anywhere (please let me know if there are! I need more of him lol) I think it's cool that I might be the first writer of a Horatio fanfic. And I will see you in the next one <3

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The Nearness of You - A Harry Styles One Shot

A friends to lovers one shot feat. birthdays, pining and stolen purses.

Hello, please enjoy this fever dream fic that came to me a week ago and is now somehow 13.5k and gracing your eyeballs. I’ve never written a one-shot of this nature before and it was quite a refreshing distraction from my usual, long-form fics. Thank you to Anne @oh-honey-styles​ for the encouragement (bullying) and for posting the pic that inspired it all. To everyone else, read on x katey *Because this is quite lengthy, I’d recommend opening in a browser because the Tumblr app can be glitchy*

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“When you're in my arms And I feel you so close to me All my wildest dreams came true” The Nearness of You, Ella Fitzgerald & Louis Armstrong

++

You love the cold.

London in February isn't everybody's cup of tea, but you feel positively giddy walking down the icy Soho street in your new & Other Stories snow boots. The hard, black leather is already making your toes ache, and they're rubbing against the heel of your left foot, but they'll stretch to size, and you can tell these are going to be Your Signature Boots. The wind whips against your cheeks, red flushing them as you cross the laneway and push open the door to the chic little restaurant you've followed on Instagram for years but never had an excuse to try. Figures Harry chose it for tonight. Sometimes you wondered if the coincidences were a little too … Coincidental.

"Hi," you smile brightly to the maître d', "I'm uh … I'm here for the birthday? For Harry?"

Do I need to say his surname? You think to yourself.

"Can I have your name, please?" The suited man pulls a piece of paper out of the reservations book and waits for you to identify yourself. Your chest is rattling from the cold and the flurry of nerves you're all too familiar with ignoring.

"Y/N," you say your full name, taking in the dark floor of the restaurant, the flickering candles on the tables and lining the bar that takes up the entire left side of the room. The whole place is beautiful, just like you've double-tapped online; all deep reds and burgundies, vintage posters, and mismatched, dark wooden furniture. A jazz record plays just loudly enough to fuse the conversations at all the tables into one comfortable sound. It would make for a sexy place for a date, you decide, stolen touches under the table would feel thrilling and seductive.

The maître d' nods, you're on the list, "Back in the private dining room," he says, "Follow me this way."

You push your evening bag further up your shoulder and walk half the length of the bar, your eyes adjusting to the darkness. You catch the bartender watching you as you go, he's cute, and you give him an awkward little wave before calling out ahead of you.

"Sorry, excuse me," you get the attention of the man leading you through, "Can you point me to where I need to go? I'm going to get a drink to take in first if that's okay?"

"Just there," he points to the doorway at the back, next to the kitchen pass, "The curtain on the right."

Thanking him, you watch as he walks back to his station by the front door. You turn to the bar and rest your hands on the cool wood. They've stuck the pages together of old Little Golden Books for the drink menus, but you'll be ordering what you always get on birthdays, so don't take in the beverage options as you flip through The Tawny Scrawny Lion. You remember it from when you were a kid.

The bartender moves to stand in front of you, a gleam in his eyes and flirtatious smirk on his face, "Pretty good read, that one. You have to order a drink though, this isn't a library."

You laugh, he's laying it on a bit thick but probably just after the tip, "I was more a The Poky Little Puppy sort of girl."

He gives you a grin of approval, flipping a napkin up onto the bar in front of you, "What can I make for you?"

"I'll have two Old Fashioneds, please," you lean forward onto your elbows to give your feet a rest as he pulls up a second napkin and then two crystal, lowball glasses. "They're pretty," you comment without thinking.

"It's all about the glass," he confirms quickly, dropping brown sugar cubes into each one and then shaking bitters on top. Your eyes focus on the way the squares dissolve and fall in on themselves as he speaks again, "I'm Jack."

"Y/N," you give your name for the second time, throwing a brief smile his way, "I've never actually watched someone make these before."

Jack pauses and gives you a teasing look, "Do you want me to stop so you can get something to write this all down?"

You laugh and roll your eyes at him as he goes back to making the drinks. You're stalling. You know when you go through the curtain in the back there'll be a dozen people who're all dressed nicer than you, with more impressive jobs than you, who have funnier, more outrageous stories about the birthday boy than you. You'll need to stand awkwardly in the doorway for a few moments too long before Harry notices you, and then your greeting will be watched by all his cool, London friends.

You know better than to let any of that dull your shine—you really do—but you've had a rough few months, and if you're honest, you'd like your first time seeing Harry since the summer to be a little more low-key than this. So that's why you're wearing the new boots that hurt and might not suit the dress code because they're new and you feel good wearing them with this outfit. It feels a little special to be out celebrating Harry's (belated) birthday in a semi-new ensemble. You managed to fluke getting your hair and makeup just right, and yes, your legs do look pretty fantastic in these tights with the short, roll neck, knit dress, thank you very much.

"Here you go," Jack brings your attention back to him, you can smell the citrus twist in front of you, and the crystal glass deflects the light from the candles, "Can I put this on a tab for you? You're with the birthday?"

"I'll pay," you tell him, already digging for your card and holding it out to him.

"Oi!" You hear a very familiar voice call out from the far end of the bar, the hairs on the back of your neck stand up and you shiver, "What're you payin' for? What's she—don't take her money!"

You keep your arm out steadily to Jack and raise your eyebrows at him, "Take it," you urge him quickly, feeling him pluck it from your fingers just as you turn towards the voice you know so well.

That familiar Tom Ford cologne hits your nose just as Harry hurries up and deposits himself heavily against the bar, right up in your personal space. His broad frame blocks out the room to you, and he's lit softly in the dim light and looking radiant from within, as per usual. He's got his crazy eyes out—accusing you—and his eyebrows are pinched together slightly, but he looks good. Happy. Rested. Pleased to see you.

Harry's always pleased to see everyone, you tell yourself, Hold it together.

He pulls you into his chest for a hug. Your cheek presses just below his pecs, and you feel the way he's grown more defined since you last saw him. The material of his t-shirt is soft and smells clean. It's a tight squeeze he gives you, one that you resist reading into. Was it healthy for there to be so much comfort in a simple hug? Was your whole body allowed to tingle and fizz from the embrace of a friend? Was it pathetic to have been carrying around in your ribcage the same crush from when you were thirteen?

Affirmative. Without a doubt. Yes.

You haven't seen Harry since mid-September, the last time he was in London. Well, the last time he was in London and had time to see you. You're sure there were probably business trips, Christmas definitely. And going off Instagram, you think he might've flown into Manchester and spent a long weekend with Anne back in October, but if it was any of your business, it would've been your business. You needed to be grateful simply for what you got; intermittent texts about books he'd read or maybe a happy drunk voicemail if he thought of you at the right time. He sent an email at Christmas with a charitable contribution in your name instead of a gift.

"It's so good to see you," Harry says as he pulls away, all crinkled eyes and broad smiles. You don't know your grin has launched his heart into space and that despite having just gone to the bathroom, Harry feels due for a nervous wee. He thinks you look fucking gorgeous tonight. Knowing you've done your hair, and eyeliner, and picked that dress to come out and celebrate his birthday … It sends a jolt of desire straight to his groin—beauty blooms in front of his eyes in you.

Tell her, you idiot. Twenty-seven could be the year.

"Hi," you chirp at him happily and pick up one of the glasses in front of you, "I got you a drink."

Harry watches you fondly and then dramatically looks off to the side, lets out a little huff, "Typical Y/N, buying her own drink … You really think I wouldn't have one here for you?"

Nevertheless, he says a quiet thank you, takes the glass from you and deliberately sniffs it as if he's not sure what's inside or if he'll like it. You smack his arm lightly at the show and pick up your own glass, chinking it to the side of his and watching him over the rim as you both take your first sips. The familiar taste and view fill your tummy with gurgling happiness that sits high in your chest. He's dressed almost exactly how you expected him to be—smart, high-waisted dress pants and a printed t-shirt. You're glad you didn't go too formal, the restaurant is nice, but it's not Hatted or anything, not like the place he took you in LA that time, where you felt like the biggest idiot in the world for not realising beforehand, was properly fancy.

"Fuckin' delicious," he rumbles slowly, bringing you back to the cocktail, "A classic."

"Happy birthday," you tell Harry sweetly, thankful for what's likely to be your only quiet moment with him all night, "Sorry I couldn't make it to the LA party."

"Ah," Harry waves you off, "Your job's much too important here."

He means it. Harry's beyond proud of you. He's always telling people you work for the NHS, saving lives and keeping the country going. The party in LA was thrown together by some people at the last minute, and even though most of the friends he left in the backroom when he went to find the bathrooms a few moments ago were able to fly across for it, Harry's not the least bit put out by you not being able to. Would've been a big trip for you to do on your own and he knew there's no way you'd miss his London celebration. And you sent over a gift, which shouldn't have surprised him. His actual birthday was spent in LA, and that morning a parcel arrived from you—two new notebooks and a novel Harry read the back of and instantly knew he would love. It's what he read on the flight home to the UK.

Trust you to want him to have the gift on his birthday—go to all that trouble of packaging it and sending it over—when you were going to see him in London ten days later anyway. Harry could do worse than a friend like you.

"I just need a bit more notice than four da—

—Please," Harry's shaking his head at you, hating watching you apologise for something he really doesn't care about. "I'm glad you're here tonight," he tells you genuinely, fingers reaching out to brush your bangs away from your eyebrow briefly and—did the room just spin around you?—get a glimpse of the bronze sheen over your eyelids, "I haven't seen your new hair in person, looks lovely."

Lovely? he scolds himself, Lovely is a nice jam scone, lovely is a hug from mum …

"Oh," you coo, automatically sending your own fingers up to where Harry's had just been to reposition your newish bangs, "Thanks, still getting used to it, wanted to do it forever but wasn't brave enough to I guess."

"I like your natural hair colour, too," he continues slowly, eyes running over your whole head, "I mean, I loved how it used to be … But I like this a lot."

Shit, Harry's already failing to adhere to the strict series of pep talks he's given himself over the last couple of days. He's babbling, and he's probably just made you think he's not liked how you've had your hair for the previous twelve years. Is he buzzed from the cocktail or from the way your cheeks have gone a little pink since he touched you? His compliment made you squirm, and Harry wants to do it again and again until what he's feeling makes sense.

"Just, you know, feels like a throwback to the old days," he mumbles through another sip of the cocktail you both love, a glint appears in his eyes as he continues, "When you had Barbie overalls and would spend half a day plaiting your whole head in those tiny little rat tails."

Your mouth opens into a horrified O, and you let out a single laugh, "Rat tails? They were cool. And I was eleven when we met, I'd definitely already outgrown the Barbie overalls."

"Whatever you say," Harry smirks at you, signature dimples appearing on his cheeks, "I just remember those little beads from the ends of them ending up all over the bottom of the pool."

You smile at the memory. You remember duck diving with Gemma to collect all the beads so they could be put back into your hair the next day. Nearly drowning from laughing so hard at Harry and the other boys trying to stand on your backs in the water. Summers with Harry were always spent laughing. The local pool and skate park saw all your adventures. When Harry's dad moved in next door to your family after his parent's divorce, you and your brother hung off the fence, peering into the backyard to see if any toys or a trampoline might appear signally new kids next door. They didn't, and it wasn't until the summer when Harry and Gemma arrived for their holidays that you jumped the fence with ice lollies and offered yourself up as a new friend.

"Simpler times," you muse to yourself, looking up and catching the perplexed look Harry was giving you, "Spaced out a bit, sorry."

"I've missed my little weirdo," he grins at you affectionately, angling a little closer and levelling his head down to yours as he bit his lip and frowned, "Are you doing alright though?"

You let out a little sigh and avert your eyes to where Jack, the bartender, is busy making trays of drinks for different tables. Harry observes you carefully, a twinge of guilt forms for causing the sad look that's come over your face, but also for not having asked the question weeks ago. Gemma told him at Christmas, an off-handed comment about you being newly single. When he heard the evil gremlin in him was fucking relieved, just like he always was.

"I'm fine," you try a smile out and pull your lips up higher when you don't think Harry buys it, "Better. Had my crisis haircut and drank myself to tears with my work friends. Just a normal break up, really. M'getting used to them at this point."

A small, white lie.

Each breakup bruises you deeply. Talking about it afterwards fills you with a shame that makes you feel naked, like everyone else can see what's wrong with you but you. As though it's obvious why nobody's picked you yet. You don't ever want to talk about it afterwards, (especially not with Harry) don't want to draw attention to it. Prefer to let the disappointment and loneliness pool in your tummy and sit there heavily, weighing you down, waiting for the One Day someone spectacular might come along and be buoyant enough to float away with you.

You're looking for your forever. You want the cheesy romance, and the love, and marriage, and kids, and the whole stupid thing. You want to be wanted and loved and cherished. That's what you're ready for. You just can't find anyone who's ready for that with you. So, you date, have mediocre boyfriends who rarely make it to the first anniversary, then pick up the pieces and try again.

Wash, rinse, repeat.

"Well," Harry swallows, reaches out for your arm to make sure you look at him, "You look beautiful tonight. And it's his loss, he's clearly a monumental idiot."

You give Harry a noncommittal hum in response. Just as you're about to say something you shouldn't—get into details you bet Harry really isn't that interested in knowing—you catch the movement of someone appearing from the doorway behind Harry and then approaching you both.

"Harry, mate," you don't know the guy who's recognised Harry's back and is calling out for his attention now, "Thought you might've fallen in."

Harry snaps around quickly to the voice, blocking your view. You take another sip of your drink and pull in a deep breath. Not fitting into any of Harry' groups socially has its downfalls. If his sister wasn't around, you tended to have to make friends at anything Harry invites you to. You're not part of his Holmes Chapel crew or his LA friends, and you definitely don't fit into the London group. Over the years there have been faces you've come to find familiar, but you're still the singular, hanger-on friend from Harry's second childhood home.

Peering around Harry's shoulder, you catch the end of a look between the two guys you think alludes to this new friend gauging whether Harry needs rescuing from you. You briefly wish the ground would open and swallow you whole. You know that look well.

"Aiden, this is Y/N," Harry raises his arm and angles to pull you around in front of him.

You hold up your drink, awkwardly, "Hi."

Aiden gives you a hesitant smile, "Hello," then he raises his eyebrows at Harry, "Harry, you coming back in, mate?"

Harry bites his lip and chuckles, reading the look on his friend's face, "You're a prick, I don't need saving. Known Y/N since I was twelve, we were just catching up."

You feel yourself go bright red, and you're thankful for the forgiving lighting. This isn't the first time this exact scenario has happened to you. You've been on the receiving end of that uneasy look before—his friends checking if the girl who isn't there with anyone else is supposed to be there at all. Backstage at the O2, a member of Harry's security once hauled you to the tour manager's office to check your VIP credentials were legitimate. You'll take that story with you to the grave.

Aiden deflates slightly and waves a hand your way, "Shit, sorry, thought he'd been cornered by a fan again … I mean, a pretty fan to say the least but …" he coughs into his hand when Harry gives him a glare you don't see, "Great to meet you."

"No worries," you wave it off like it's nothing. The truth is your brain has short-circuited at Harry's palm resting on the small of your back, he's not moved it from when he first brought you forward. Friendly touches weren't strange between you, but this lingering, comforting hand is burning a hole in you tonight. You haven't been out and had anyone touch you since your breakup, and Harry is setting off all you nerve endings. You tilt your weight onto your other foot to pull back from him slightly, but Harry's hand travels with you. "We should go back, I might use the loo first though, is it that way?"

Harry watches you point in the direction of the bathroom, you're flustered and he really wishes he could tell Aiden to buzz off so he could just take another few minutes with you. Brief you on who was in the room you were about to go into. You wouldn't know any of them, and Harry always appreciated that you came to things on your own, particularly when you wouldn't know anyone aside from him once you got there. He should have invited his sister so you'd have a buddy. Or told you to bring a friend. Not a boyfriend, though.

He watches you take the final drag from your drink and put the glass down on top of the bar, "Thanks Jack, t' was dee-lish," you catch the attention of the bartender, throwing him a beaming grin. And Harry watches the way the guy's features light up at being called on by you. Envy rumbles in Harry's gut, he recognises the dumb smile and dopey nod of Barman Jack's head. Has felt it a hundred times himself when he's been on the receiving end of your quirky humour.

You walk away, and Harry feels Aiden watching him, "She's fit," he comments, trying to get a rise out of Harry, reading the room perfectly.

"Fuck you," Harry grunts at him.

++

Harry sits opposite you at the long table in the private dining room.

You nurse a glass of rosé and eat the food slowly, savouring it. You deliberated over the menu for a long time before settling on what to order, you've seen photos of most of the dishes online, but there were several new ones too. Harry goes off your recommendations but spends a lot of the dinner talking to the people sitting beside him. He knows if he tried talking to you right now, he'd just get lost in you, which is both rude for a birthday party and bound to be too conspicuous.

You insert yourself into a conversation with the girls sitting next to you and pretend you're good at making friends. They spend most of the meal talking about something that was on the telly the night before. You were on shift so missed it, but pretend to be interested or like you might've seen it—anything to not stick out like a sore thumb.

Harry watches you out the corner of his eye the whole time. You've shrugged off your jacket, and he recognises the gold necklace you've got around the collar of your dress, sitting over the black fabric on your chest. He's pretty sure it was a gift from Gemma a few years ago, you wear it all the time. Harry makes a note to get you something that compliments it for your birthday coming up. You're chatting to one of his mate's girlfriends and Lisa who's been on his publicity team for years. Those would've been the two he'd have introduced you to first as well. He can't stop watching the way your lips turn up every time something funny is said, or one of the girls makes eye contact with you. Watching you try with his other friends always makes Harry feel warm and giddy for some reason.

Fuck, he's missed you. And he berates himself for the fact he never seems to remember that until he sees you again. (It's strategic usually, his heart doesn't take your company well when he knows you're going home to someone else) You're so engaging and kind and unintentionally charming, and you always have time for him. Harry knows he's not an easy human to be friends with; he constantly ducks in and out and is never around for the big things, let alone being available to call on a random day to just hang out with. The friendship is always on his terms, and he knows it makes him a selfish prick. You definitely could've done with a call a couple of months back when you had your heart broken. Like always, he missed it, and by the time he was sending you a message about an episode of Midsomer Murders, he felt as though the moment to console you had passed, and Harry didn't want to draw attention to the fact he wasn't around for it.

"Harry?"

"Hmm?" His head snaps back around to the person next to him, thoughts still on you across the table. He agrees with whatever was said and does his best to catch up.

Harry's got to stop thinking about how you're single at the moment. He really does.

++

A few hours later, it's the girl sitting to your left, Lisa, who first mentions the idea of kicking on.

It's after dessert—after everyone sang happy birthday to Harry over a round of espresso martinis—and you're starting to think that if you leave now, you'll be home before midnight, which means the tube won't be too deserted to feel safe. You're also at a comfortable place to wake up without a hangover in the morning. Two cocktails and a glass of wine over dinner, because any more and you're scared you could say something stupid to the wrong (right) person.

Harry's face lights up, and he looks around the room, eager at the idea of going to a bar or two for more drinks. He's not been out in London for the longest time, and he's happily buzzed enough to not be too worried about running into people. Feels like this group of friends have gelled well together. How often does he get to have a night like this in London? Hardly ever.

"Yeah, let me sort out the tab and then we're good to go," Harry says, pushing his seat back from the table and standing up, his hands hunting his pockets for his wallet and phone, "I'll be right back."

When he goes, you decide now's as good a time as any to split. You pull your coat on and say goodbye to the friends you made over the meal. Lisa gives you her business cards as if speaking to you had been part of her job, you slip it straight into your coat pocket and can already picture it at the bottom of the garbage in your kitchen. You revisit the bathrooms, and when you come back out into the main restaurant area, Harry's still leaning against the front desk, chatting to the maître d' from earlier.

He feels your small hand land on his back and jolts upright at the contact, your gentle voice calling his name softly, "Harry, I'm going to head home."

He spins around, and you catch the fall of his face, "What? No … No. You're the one I want to hang out with the most," his bottom lip juts out and his brows furrow. "Y/N."

"Thanks a fuckin' lot, mate," you hear a male voice laugh at your back, they slip behind you and out into the chilly air, and Harry flips them the bird. You were pushed closer into his chest as they jostled past and he steadied you with his arms latched onto your forearms. Still watching outside, you see a cigarette lighter flare-up on the footpath and the end of an orange butt glow spectacularly in the night. When you glance back at Harry, he's not looking happy.

"Don't pout," you tell him lightly, you reach up and press the skin taut between his eyes smooth again, "Can't wrinkle that rockstar face of yours."

His face lights up, and his skin heats where you made contact, "You can't go yet."

"Harry," your features tangle into something like a grimace, "You'll have a better time without me. Everyone seems to be pretty tight—"

—Y/N," he gives you a final, pleading look, "Please come."

You make out like you're stomping your foot in defiance, "Fine."

"Score!" Harry cheers under his breath, shrugging his jacket up over his shoulders and saying a final round of thank yous to the staff. When you're out on the street at Harry's side somebody mentions the name of the next place and points the direction of it, Harry places a hand on your shoulder as you start to walk and leans down to your ear, "I just have one condition for you coming."

You pull back and look at him, "I don't think you get conditions when you've begged me to be here."

"A birthday condition then," he edits, pressing his lips together and smiling at you with his eyes, "You have to promise to do what I say before I ask it."

You narrow your eyes at him, "I suppose you only turn twenty-seven once. You can have a single wish from me."

Harry laughs and slips his fingers under the strap of your evening bag, "Give me this."

You think briefly he means to carry it for you, which is a strange thing for Harry to request. But then he unzips it in front of you and starts rifling around inside it, slipping your phone under his arm so he can move around the lipstick and tissues and emergency Galaxy bar to eventually pull out your small purse.

"Harry! What are you—

—Ah, ah!" He holds it all away from you and reminds you of the promise. "This is mine for the night," he says, slipping your purse into his coat pocket. "Otherwise you'll end up buying too many rounds."

You try to sneak your hand into the pocket after your wallet, "Don't be stupid. It's your birthday, I'll buy every round if I need to."

"Exactly my point," he steps away from you down the street, and you skip to be back at his side. He's stolen your money and your chocolate bar.

"Harry, give it back."

"Nope," he pops the 'p' and hands you back the bag, the Galaxy bar hanging from between his teeth, still in the packet, "You promised. Now hurry up and walk, and I might give you a bite of this. 'm freezing my balls off, we are not in LA anymore."

So that's how you end up in the next bar, your handbag a little lighter, squished into Harry's side with a pleasantly sour cocktail he paid for between your fingers. The booth is so far into the back wall you're not even really sure which direction the front door is anymore. Somehow, you've managed to sit ten people around a booth probably designed for six, but nobody seems to be bothered.

Your whole right side is on fire, though.

You can feel Harry from the top of your shoulder all the way to your ankle. His hip sits neatly next to yours, Harry's left elbow rests just above your right thigh, and your knees press together every time he gets excited when he speaks and unintentionally opens his legs up. If Harry's bothered by it there's no way you'd know, he's hardly looked at you since you all sat down, much less uttered a word of discomfort about the seating arrangements. Makes no sense really, when he seemed so desperate for you to stay out with them.

(Next to you Harry's felt like he was high most of the time, he's flashing in and out of the conversations around him. Because he can smell your perfume—Stella by Stella McCartney, he'd know that fragrance anywhere, you've been wearing it since you were seventeen—and you're warm and snug beside him. He feels completely insane. But he also feels inflated with a heart-crushing joy at having you so close. He's trying his best not to draw attention to it or to you because what he's always liked most about your friendship is that you're just his. God, he needs to do better at seeing you more often, talking more, being more. Each breath as he's touching you is like a crack of electricity through his chest that aches beautifully. Nobody else feels like this. Even when he's dated, what he's felt with them can't hold a candle to his boyhood crush on you.)

You sip your drink and laugh at the embarrassing story that's being told about Harry, oblivious to his torment. Oblivious to how Harry feels your forearm brush his leg and has the overwhelming desire to deposit his palm on your thigh and keep it there, probably forever.

It strikes you that the last time you saw Harry was before the current anecdote about him in Italy happened, and at the table, it's being spoken about as though it was ancient history. You wonder what historic classification your memory of thirteen-year-old Harry would get, that time he attempted to bleach his hair with lemon juice. He ended up with second-degree burns on his forehead from the acid reacting with the sun.

Or the time Gemma stayed in Holmes Chapel for the summer because she had her first boyfriend, and so you spent six weeks learning that maybe you'd been wrong about who your favourite Styles child was. Maybe the boy who, when you were eleven, didn't impress you much, suddenly at thirteen, demanded all your attention. Made that summer become the first where you considered your outfits and whether your mum sending you next door with homemade snacks made you look lame.

"… And of course, Harry can't walk away from a dance floor when he's on the tequila …" everyone around the table laughs. Harry peeks at you to make sure you are too, but he's not very good at it because you notice, a smile flares on your lips.

You're used to long periods of not seeing each other, it's how it's always been. Harry and Gemma spent the summers with their dad and then returned to Holmes Chapel for real life. Sometimes that's what it still felt like, as though each time you saw either of them you were acutely aware there was a foreign Real Life they would go back to without you.

Harry in particular. You were used to not seeing him for months on end, usually the whole school year. Just a few messages over MySpace and birthday cards, and then, when you were out of school, invites to parties Harry couldn't come to anymore—'I'm in Australia, how insane is that? Sorry, I'll miss your 18th …' or 'I can only stay until the 8th, could you maybe graduate a week earlier? ;)'—and emails every other month with a new mobile number for you to overwrite his contact in your phone with. You're not saying you feel hard done by in your friendship, you don't. It's just always very take-what-you-can-get with Harry.

"You've got your thinky eyes on," he's pivoted his whole body towards you, hips twisted in an entirely uncomfortable looking position. Harry's got his resting elbow on the table right next to where your hand holds your drink, and he's looking down at you with careful eyes, "Where are you?"

"The pool a dozen summers ago," you answer easily, pursing your lips together and running a knuckle along your hairline, "Thinking about your ah, burn incident."

Harry's face explodes in a grin, and his eyes roll up to the ceiling and then capture yours again, "For fuck's sake, you're never going to stop bringing that up, are you?"

"You were a horrible blonde," you remark quickly, "If you ever so much as blink in the direction of a packet of bleach you have to call me, okay? I'll have no issue telling you, categorically, you should never dye your hair."

"Categorically," Harry mimics you childishly, "Alright, I get it, you went to uni. No need to use words with fifty syllables to make me feel stupid."

You bring your glass up to your lips, "Come off it, Harry, you're ten times smarter than me."

His forehead raises, "You're the cleverest person I know. Don't make me call Gem to confirm it."

"Don't bring your sister into this, Harry," you deadpan.

He goes to reply but holds back, something unnamable travelling across his eyes as he watches you lick your lips after taking another sip of your drink. Harry's leaning a little closer than he might usually, and despite the fact he's a few drinks in he still smells only of Tom Ford and clean clothes. He's just about to ask you what you're doing the next day when he gets hit in the side of the head with a coaster.

"Hey," he cries out, pulling back from you and frowning around at the group trying to figure out who the culprit is," 'M the fucking birthday boy, watch it."

Lisa is the girl directly across from Harry and yourself, and she's is the one who threw it. She's giving Harry a coy smile and holds up her empty glass to him, a not so subtle request makes the drink in your hand feel like a concrete brick. Something dirty you don't like having. She's got captivating blue eyes and straight blonde hair—exactly Harry's usual type. Your heart sinks as he slides out of the booth next to you, laughing at her flirtatious request and taking a tally of who else wants a new drink.

"Y/N?" Your name is delicate on his lips, and it makes you want to cry. Why is it so easy for you to make things feel like they mean more with him?

You direct your smile his way, "I'm good, thanks."

His head tilts to one side, "You sure?"

"Positive," you nod, feeling your cheeks burn as everyone watches the exchange.

"Okay," Harry taps the table with the corner of his phone, "I'll be right back."

After a few moments, you sneak off to the bathroom, happy to see Harry's beaten you back from the bar when you return. He's sitting in your spot, deep in conversation with the person beside him who you recognise from the radio. Tentatively, you slip in next to him, careful not to touch him this time. Harry's got his hand casually resting on the table, turning your glass forty-five degrees one way and then back the other way as he speaks. You think about reaching over and pulling it out of his hand gently (you're losing your buzz, and Little Miss Bombshell across the table has made you feel silly and juvenile) but it looks to be an almost serious conversation, so you don't. With a smile plastered on your face, you look around the table, resisting the urge to pull out your phone to check if either of your flatmates has text you to meet up with them somewhere.

It's a delicious whiff of your perfume behind him that turns Harry's head. You're back from the bathroom, although nobody was able to confirm that's where you went when he got back from the bar and asked after you. Harry pushes your drink over and gives you a smile, taking note of the fresh layer of lipstick and messy oomph to your hair that perfectly shows off the new style and bangs.

Golden, he thinks, As always,

"Your new hair really does look beautiful," Harry tells you, the bar stilling around you as his face becomes all the world is for you at that moment, "Next time, don't wait for a dickhead to break your heart before doing something to make yourself feel good."

You swallow down the thickness in your throat, "Thanks, Harry."

++

Walking to the next bar, Harry can't stop himself from asking.

"What happened?"

You kick your foot out as you wait at a set of traffic lights, half the group ran to cross, but you, Harry and a couple of others were too slow, "What happened with what?"

Harry watches his breath fan out in front of his face, "With your ex, with …"

"Tim."

"Tim, yeah," he turns to look down at you, hands tucked into his coat pockets, "What happened with Tim?"

"Nothing really," you start strong, then shrug one shoulder as you think about it. It's safe to cross so you wait until you're stepping up over the gutter and onto the opposite footpath before you continue, "Probably a lot of little things but … Always felt like he thought I was asking for a bit too much. I guess in the end he just didn't like me all that much."

The way your voice drops kills Harry, he's not detecting self-deprecation but something far worse. He's detecting acceptance or acknowledgement or like you're confessing some truth that should have been obvious.

"Y/N," he stops walking and halts you as well, lets Adrian and Lisa walk around and out in front of you, "If he didn't like you very much then he's got some kind of chemical imbalance. I mean it, this guy's not worth a second of your heartache."

It's not like Harry's a dickhead about it, not like he thinks you should date people with more money or status or who are more impressive. A person isn't their job or what car they drive, he knows that. Harry's not about judging anyone, but you really do seem to date guys not worthy of you. He hasn't met many of them, but Harry knows this to be true because if they were worthy, you simply wouldn't be single right now. If you dated someone half-decent, there wouldn't be a chance in hell they'd let you go. You're beautiful and thoughtful and intelligent and funny—so funny—which means Harry knows without a doubt that this Tim guy was an absolute fuckwit.

"It's not necessarily about the guy," you start and Harry can hear the thick emotion in your voice, "Is it? It's about the idea. The disappointment is more about not getting the fairytale, not finding my person. Not getting the whole package everyone else seems to have found. I know Tim wasn't right—truth be told I didn't end up liking him very much either—doesn't stop me from being sad that I still haven't found it."

"'It'… That's what you're looking for?" Harry asks, eyes out front where the rest of the group are all stopped waiting at another set of traffic lights.

They're laughing and chatting loudly to other people on nights out, and hanging off street poles to get funny pictures. He doesn't want to catch up to them, not when the two of you are in the middle of this conversation that's making his heart race and his hands sweat. He starts taking smaller steps.

"Yeah," you breathe out, almost sounding ashamed of yourself, "Don't seem to be looking in the right places."

Look over here, Harry thinks.

"But I mean, each breakup I end up getting something out of it," you've flicked your positivity switch, "This time I got these boots and bangs," you kick out your foot and watch Harry take note of your footwear, "Last break up I got four houseplants and a new watch … It's not all bad. What about you?" you turn it back on Harry, "Are you seeing anyone at the moment?"

It's hard to tell with Harry. You either find out from his sister or sometimes, social media. Although that's all usually trash. Generally, when Harry's seeing someone, you'll hear it confirmed from Gemma, and the next time you see Harry, it'll be something you're assumed to know. You haven't seen Gemma since Christmas time though, for your annual festive get together, and she didn't mention anything. Tim had ended things with you a few days before, so that was the main topic of conversation.

"No," Harry confirms what you'd already deduced—and hoped—in your head, "Not for a while now."

"Got your eye on anyone?" You quiz faux cheekily, your smile a little too wide.

Yes, you, he says to himself as he looks at the side of your face.

You hope he's not got some girl in LA he's into. Just like you'd hoped his answer to the previous question. But the hope was silly, something that bloomed in your chest each time you saw him and died again before you were home in your bed, alone.

"I'll let you know," he says aloud.

You think you see something else there in his expression, but you know you can't have. Your mind is swirling, and you're feeling a tingling sensation all over that you know you shouldn't. It'll only leave you disappointed when you part ways tonight and don't see him for another few months. The tiny bits of maybe mores and perhaps are dangerous to things to cling on to now, they'll all turn into Nothings very quickly.

Someone steals his attention away from you when you get to the next street corner. Most of the group are gathered there, and you're not sure whether to believe it when Lisa says they missed the green man to cross the road because they were talking. She sides up to Harry and starts waving her hands around in an animated story about something or other. Harry crosses the street with her, and you give him up for the night.

But he's acutely aware of what's happened. Harry's not stupid—he's emotionally intelligent, and spent enough time with Lisa on nights out before—and he can see that she's deliberately pulled him aside. He likes her, quite a bit, but she doesn't make his insides flip, or his toes curl. She's firmly Just A Friend. Harry hasn't spent countless hours over the years thinking about her, lying to himself about how he's completely fine when she starts dating someone new. He's never thought about an alternative life, one where he stayed at school and went to uni and got a regular job and maybe (definitely) ended up with her.

He's imagined that life with you—more than once. More than a dozen times, if he's honest. For years now, Harry's bitten his tongue and smiled through the pain of not being able to have you. And sure, most of the time it's a dull ache, deep in the recess of his mind, that needs to be called on or conjured to really be felt, but it's always been there. He's always had an (Astronomical) Soft Spot For You. Ever since that summer you broke your arm falling off the back of the ramp at the skate park, and he first saw you cry. At fifteen he didn't know what the hollow but sharp pain through his heart was as he rushed to your side, but now he knows that was the first sign he didn't see you as just a mate. Would never again see you as just a mate.

And now, hearing you use the word 'it'. You say you're out there dating idiots trying to find it and Harry's just unwaveringly sure he that could be him. He wants to be it for you.

You've pulled out your phone and fallen behind, face pulled down as you type away furiously. Harry watches you out of the corner of his eye, half just to watch you and half to make sure you don't get separated entirely from the safety of the group.

"Y/N," he calls out, unable to keep up with Lisa's story and unwilling to try to tune back into it. She stops short, and annoyance flits across her face, but Harry still turns to you, still crosses his arms over his chest and gives you his best scolding look, "It's the oldest trick in the book," he goads you. Lisa sighs behind him, and he ignores it.

Your head slowly comes up and takes in Harry (and Lisa sulking behind him), "What is?"

"Fallin' behind so you can peek at my bum."

You point at the long coat Harry's wearing that goes to his knees, "Can't see half of you under that thing."

"Ah, ha!" He calls out, his pointer finger floating in the air right in front of your face, "So you've tried."

You shove his shoulder and step around him, trying like anything to act neutrally. You're aware Lisa is still watching on, and you're not used to your friendship with Harry being quite so carefully observed. You know your face has gone red and you're really not going to involve yourself in a pissing contest with her. It's not classy and certainly not your vibe.

As you walk away, boots clip up behind you, and Harry heavily drapes his arm right across your shoulders, pulls you into his side, "Was just teasin', love."

"I know," you respond quietly, not upset, not really.

"Though I might've made you sad," Harry continues solemnly, "Know you get embarrassed in front of people."

Your face cracks into a smile, "Opposite of you, hey, you're practically an exhibitionist."

He should flirt because you've led him to a pretty easy window into a dirty joke, but something has Harry hanging onto his regret, "I mean it, shouldn't tease you …Should be old enough to use my words, tell you what I think."

You've got no idea what he's on about, "Harry, the teasing was fine. Where's this bloody bar though?"

Up ahead, everyone's standing on the footpath in a clump. Harry can feel the next words on his lips but has to hold them in when his mates turn and see he's finally caught up. They're waiting a few minutes for a table, someone explains, then they'll be able to go in. Harry thinks how little he feels like another drink at another bar. A few people walk away from the group to share cigarettes. You're standing a little bit away, under the sign for the butcher next-door and kick your foot back against the wall like the slight movement might warm you up.

As he steps up to you, Harry watches you get distracted by the group of people spilling out of the bar you're all about to go into. He doesn't want to take advantage of knowing you're newly single also doesn't want to let this opportunity pass. You're always dating someone, or he is, or there's some other reason not to. There's always a reason to hold back from you and Harry refuses to believe it's the drinks he's had nudging him into this. Neither of you is drunk, he wouldn't even say he's tipsy anymore. Just warm and contemplative and less inhibited than usual.

"C' mere," he calls softly, the tips of his boots landing right in front of yours, your bodies a hands' width apart. He wants you closer.

"Harry—

He opens up his coat to you and when you don't move—your brain is busy short-circuiting—he acts for you and winds his arm around your shoulder to encase you in the warmth, "Get in," Harry says, "You're shivering."

You're shocked by the contact, at him being so close and inviting you in and then just taking you in his jacket. He's wrapped the lapels around both your bodies and forced you against his chest. He hums against you, but you're feeling incredibly awkward with your arms hitched up against your chest and pressed rigidly into his shoulders. You've not been in a hold like this before and certainly not with Harry.

He pulls back and digs around for your wrists, "You've gotta put them around me," he stretches his arms behind his back, taking yours with them and instructing you to really settle against him. "There, that's better," he wraps the jacket back around you, and the two of you stand like that—hearts pressed together, scents converging and your whole frame shaking against his—for what seems like far too long for it mean nothing. Right? Your thoughts ricocheted around inside his jacket and go nowhere, solve nothing in your mind.

Over your shoulder, he sees the rest of the group have gone into the bar. He's not surprised none of them called out, Harry's angled you both away from the door and with his head ducked down against yours they probably (hopefully) missed you both there.

It's Harry's twenty-seventh birthday, and maybe that's made him sullen or introspective. Made him think about the passage of time and how another year has passed him by, yet here he stands in the same place as ever—wanting you. Wishing for more, or waiting for a moment that feels right, or hoping something will happen. With growing older comes a sense of regret and an acceptance that twenty-six has happened and anything he wanted to achieve by that age but didn't he never will. There's only the future. Only the things he can do. And the mix of all that with the cocktails has Harry feeling as though he has to act on this. Every birthday he thinks maybe by the next one the Somethings or the Maybes might have happened, and you won't be standing in front of him as just his friend.

"Always had a thing for you," Harry says, his chin resting against the crown of your head while his arms link around low on your back, holding you against him, "I've always liked you more than I should."

Oh god, you think, your chest freezing in place, I'm hallucinating.

"What?" Now your heart is really racing. Or maybe it's completely stopped, seized up and fallen out of your chest onto the salt-covered footpath.

His voice comes out evenly as he repeats himself, "Feels bigger than a crush, but I guess that's what it is … Since we were kids."

(Oh, how those words have been his best-kept secret for all these years but now, in less than two seconds, he's let go of them more easily than almost anything else he's ever done)

"Y/N?"

Harry thought he'd be scared. Thought this would be a moment of panic. Every time he's imagined this he's thought 'and I'd be absolutely shitting myself because what if she doesn't feel the same way?' but now that he's said it he's almost completely calm. The only reason he's worried is that he can feel how hard your heart is beating—even through the layers of clothing—and surely that quickly can't be good for your health.

You're speechless, and he leans back so he can see your face and, oh your eyes. Why on earth didn't he say it to your face, so he could be looking in your eyes? Watch his words project across your expression and settle into your mind.

You look worried, and Harry's transported back to that time he had you on FaceTime when he was somewhere on tour with One Direction. He was telling you about how management was going to let them fly friends out on tour, bring a little bit of home along and give the boys some needed space from each other. You were nodding along and so excited for him but sure Harry was talking about someone else, that this was just news and he'd called up to tell you how he was inviting the boys he went to school with in Cheshire or people he met through X-Factor. Of course I'm bringing out you and Gem, you idiot, he'd told you when you were surprised to get an invite, Who else did you think I was talking about?

He kind of loves watching the look on your face right now, the cogs turning in your head and wheels spinning, furiously trying to figure out what Harry means.

Why isn't he terrified of what you're about to say?

"Why … but you've… and I've…"

Your hands have moved to his hips so you can see him properly, and Harry's encouraged by the fact you haven't pulled away or pushed him off you. You're watching him with a puzzled look on your face and a burning heat across your cheeks.

He brings his forearms up to rest on your shoulders and smiles at you, "I wasn't brave enough to act on it … Guess I didn't want to fuck it up. Didn't want it to not work out. Couldn't stand you becoming an ex."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"Right." You don't seem capable of more than one word at a time.

"You feel bad for yelling at me about the chocolate bar now, don't you?" Harry's narrowed his eyes playfully.

That does it.

Your eyes snap back up to his face from being fixated on staring at his neck, "Chocolate bar … No, what the fuck, Harry."

He laughs. A real laugh that comes from the base of his tummy and squeezes his eyes shut and crinkles his nose. His head falls back, and it's a deep, uninhibited laugh, "Don't stomp your new boots at me," he eventually says, crooking his head down to be almost pressing his forehead against yours. "You've been my favourite girl for years, I've always been a pansy idiot who didn't want to wreck the friendship."

"Oh, and now you don't mind wrecking it?" You bark back sarcastically, unsure why you're angry at him but you are.

"No," Harry says softly, moving through your emotional responses seamlessly, "I don't think it's going to wreck it, do you? Think twenty-seven has finally given me the balls to pursue it. To tell you how I feel. How I've always felt."

Your eyes instantly ball with hot tears you weren't prepared for, "You're an idiot."

"I am," he agrees readily, fingers playing with the ends of your hair.

"Why have you told me this now," your voice is small, unsure.

Harry frowns, now he's starting to panic, "Do you … Do you not feel the same? Or do you not think maybe you could?"

Oh, if only he could have been in your head every time you saw him these last few years. Heard you talk yourself down and away from anything more than platonic, from any thoughts that might elevate you in his eyes. You've spent all this time trying to convince yourself to believe you were nothing more than a friend to him, and now this.

"Harry, are you sure you—

—I'm sure," he insists quickly.

"I just—

—I'm sure."

You're suddenly very embarrassed by the conversation the two of you had earlier about your ex. The conversation where you basically told Harry you're incredibly desperate to settle down and find The One. He's so achingly cool, and you feel like a little tinned tomato, thin-skinned and persistently flustered.

Tinned tomato? Really? You berate yourself, Case in bloody point.

"Y/N"

You scratch roughly at your forehead and grimace at whatever thoughts are going through your mind, "I'm just …"

Harry brings one hand up to fix your bangs, carefully sweeping the hair back across your forehead evenly, letting the pads of his fingers dust over your skin, "I think if you didn't feel the same you'd have said No by now."

His words steal the air from your lungs, "Harry, you've just always …"

"I've always?"

"I never thought …"

The smile comes up over his face gently, "It's me, Y/N, please finish a sentence. I'd really like to kiss you, but you haven't yet said anything to imply you'd be open to that …"

You pull your lips together like a reflex you can't help, you've rarely let yourself fall that deep into imaging things with Harry, but your body reacts to his words in an instant, "Promise you're not kidding …"

"I promise I'm not kidding," Harry said sincerely. "I'd never kid around about this, Y/N."

You believe him, and ten seconds of bravery comes over you, "I was thirteen."

His eyes narrow slightly, trying to figure out what you mean, "Thirteen?"

"My thing for you," you continue quietly, heart racing as adrenaline swamps your legs, "Started the summer I turned thirteen."

Harry hears the slight shaking to your voice and almost misses what you've said. Then it hits him.

"Oh yeah?" He squints at you and pulls up his nose with a smile, a secret little smile that will never belong to anyone but the two of you. The Smile that happened just before Harry leant down and kissed you for the first time, pressed his warm lips against your cold ones and really breathed you in.

He holds it like that for a moment, your lips touching but not moving. Then his hands come up to cup your face, and Harry moves his mouth to one side, just a touch. You open up to him, and he has the brief thought that this is probably the Most Important Kiss Of His Life. His insides curl in on themselves as he gets completely lost in you. Completely lost in how perfect this moment feels and how much finally kissing you feels like a relief.

You can't believe this is happening. You're still tucked into Harry's coat—warm and safe—but now you're joined at the mouth, and Harry's a really really good kisser. He's got his thumbs pressed into your cheeks and his fingers laced through the hair around your ears. When his tongue first licks your bottom lip and then goes searching for yours, you don't think you've felt yourself flicker On so quickly. A soft moan escapes your lips, and Harry's kiss somehow becomes harder, his nose bumping yours where he'd been good at keeping things smooth until then. As quickly as it intensifies, Harry takes a slight step back and drags his mouth away from yours.

"Y/N," he breaths out your name, sealing your lips with one of his thumbs as he pulls back. Harry's taking stock of your face (hopefully) getting used to being this close to you. Noting the way your eyelashes kink out at an odd angle right at the corner of your eye, and the freckle that's so close to the edge of your mouth he's never noticed it before. Harry's can feel your heart has slowed down, and the expression on your face right now is content, but curious. He's also sure he can see fear under it all.

"Well," your voice shakes, because Harry's looking at you like you've only dreamed and now that you're here you're not really sure what happens next. You kissed Harry.

He clears his throat lightly and his hands both fall to hold either side of your neck, "There's no way I'm going back to not being able to do that whenever I want."

Then, he kisses you again. You feel yourself melt against him as Harry's chest presses back against yours. You link your arms around his waist, clutching the back of his shirt between your fingers as Harry leads the kiss with a hand on your neck and the other holding your chin carefully. You've picked up right where the last one let off, hungry and exploring and a little bit desperate (perhaps a lot desperate) to have more of each other.

But then his phone rings in his trousers pocket, right against your hip, and you jump away in surprise.

"Shit," Harry mutters, pulling the stupid machine out, cursing the universe, "Sorry … It's Aiden," he tells you with an eye-roll.

And then you're back to reality. Your drinks have all worn off, your feet ache, your ears are freezing, and you've just made out with one of your oldest, best friends. Shit.

"Oh," you take a hearty step back, hands slipping out from Harry's coat and your body bracing the full brunt of the cold night, "Yeah … That's—

—Aiden," Harry barks the name of his mate down the phone while at the same time hooking his free arm around the back of your neck and pulling you close again. He's not giving up touching you that easily, and he doesn't care, quite frankly, about giving you any room to start internalising or retreating from him, "No, we've gone to get some food … I'll see you during the week sometime. Tell everyone thanks for—Yes, I'm serious … I don't care, saw all you lot last week … I'm hanging up now. Bye."

You listened in on the conversation because it was really all you could do. Aiden was obviously inside the bar, and they were all wondering where Harry got to. We've gone to get some food, Harry told him, so they'd know he was with you. (You supposed he was hardly going to say, 'oh yeah we've been out the front making out') Bits and pieces of the other end of the conversation, you were able to pick up on, but not enough to truly know what was said. By the end of the call, Harry was smiling though, you could hear it in his voice.

His nose found the shell of your ear and Harry leant into you, "Come back to mine, or we can go to yours … Watch a movie, play Scrabble, anything … Just wanna be with you."

"It's two o'clock in the morning, Harry," you murmur, your mind struggling to make sense of what's just happened. You're outside a club in Soho held against Harry's chest with lips that know what he tastes like and a body that's on fire.

"I'm not tired," he shoots back, "Are you?"

"Well, no but—

—Great," Harry turns towards the road, takes a few steps to the curb (you trot along with him under his arm), as he flags down a black cab. "Mine or yours?"

His question is simple, he prompts you to answer by calling your name as he opens the door for you and gestures for you to hurry up and get in.

"Yours," you say.

Harry doesn't speak much in the cab, you figure it's about privacy. You hope it's about privacy. The thirty-minute drive out of the city and to his place feels much longer. Halfway through he reaches over for your hand and gives you a reassuring smile across the back seat. You thought the journey might make you sleepy, the sitting down in a warm car would bring the haze over your eyes and bring the long day to a close in your mind. But you could never feel sleepy with Harry's fingers playing with yours, or when he leans over and kisses your cheek for no reason at all.

At his house, Harry tells you to make yourself at home while he turns on the kettle for a cuppa. You kick your boots off in the hallway, and your feet start throbbing in relief as you follow his retreating form. It's certainly not the lusty, hurried entry you imagined you might have. Which only plants doubts in your mind about what's actually going on between the two of you.

"I'm just going to use the bathroom," you call out ahead of you, turning back to the stairs and taking yourself up to Harry's second storey.

Upstairs you don't take long. You're looking a little worse for wear—who wouldn't at 3am—but you're not really in the mood to try to fix yourself. Even if you did Harry would notice, and that felt like something you wanted to avoid. As you walk back to the landing, you wriggle your toes in your socks and happen to look back down the upstairs hallway. You've been in this house dozens of times before but this time feels different. It feels quiet and intimate somehow. Just as you're about to go down the first step, you see Harry's bedroom door is open on the opposite side of the stairs to the bathroom, and you notice something that makes you stop.

The book you got him for Christmas is sitting on his bedside table.

You're standing over it before you realise that your legs have started moving, looking at a picture of Anne, Gemma and Harry, a bottle of water and the book. You pick it up, the cover a little bent and the spine cracked to where he's read. Harry's using the birthday card you send along with the gift as a bookmark. The top of the familiar design sticking out the top of the pages, you can't even really remember what you wrote inside. Something generic probably. Platonic.

Happy birthday, old man! Have a wonderful day, sorry I can't be there in person. Love, Y/N.

The floorboard at the top of the stairs creaks and you turn around to Harry looking surprised to see you standing over his bed. He's got two cups of tea and a family-sized Dairy Milk bar under his arm. Something churns inside you, this was Harry as you'd always known him. Except now you looked at his lips and wondered why the hell you weren't kissing him.

"Oh, yeah, I've been reading that," Harry sees the book in your hands and walks towards you, "It's excellent, unsurprisingly."

A smile starts on your face, "You doubted my selection ability?"

"Never," he returns quickly and then raises his eyebrows at you, "Looking for anything else?"

You feel your cheeks heat and you drop the book back into its place, "No, sorry, I was coming down the stairs and saw … I'm sorry."

Harry passes you a tea, "It was really kind of you to send something over. Was fun having something to unwrap on the day."

"I'm glad," you smile and take a sip of the tea. It's sweet, and you screw up your face, "This is yours."

Harry watches you with a strange expression on his face as the two of you swap mugs. He's worrying his bottom lip, obviously weighing something up in his mind. You see it when he decides what he' going to do about it.

"I've got something I want to show you," he tells you finally, tilting his head back to the door. "Wanna come see?"

"What is it?" You ask automatically, but Harry's already walking out the door, and you have to hurry to catch up.

He leads you into his study, and you hover in the doorway as Harry sets his tea and the chocolate down on the desk. He pulls Bananagrams out of the draw and places it next to the mug.

"We're actually going to play Bananagrams?" You ask.

He looks back at you, "You'd prefer actual Scrabble?"

"I didn't know what you meant by—I guess I …"

Realisation dawns on his face, and he widens his eyes, "Oh, you thought it was a euphemism."

"No!" You snap back quickly, feeling the heat rising to your cheeks (for the record, yes, you thought 'a movie or Scrabble' was a thinly veiled way of Harry suggesting … something else), "No, I just … I just don't think I'll be able to spell words right now."

"I didn't think you were still tipsy" Harry states, shit-stirring.

"I'm not!" You squawk at him. "I'm… I' m—You kissed me!"

He grins, loving the fact he's driven you a little crazy, "Yeah. Want me to do it again?"

Harry's playing with you. He's teasing. And you know it but what you don't know is how he's so confidently jumped to it. Not when you feel like you've been left on the street outside the bar trying to figure out what the hell this means, and what's going to happen tomorrow when he stops looking at you like that. You don't like to think this whole night could've been him playing with you, you don't know Harry to be that cruel. But there's a tripwire in your mind you keep getting snared on.

It's Harry.

"C' mere," he reaches his hand down across the room between you both, "C' mere and kiss me again. You don't seem to be getting it."

"Getting it?" You're cut off by Harry taking two big steps toward you and then planting his lips on yours again.

His palms find your hips, and you hold him in the same spot. It takes a moment for the two of you to find a rhythm, and even then, you're too in your head. You're struggling to remember what little Harry's said about this whole thing. You know he said he had a crush on you and you've gotten the distinct impression he wasn't too fond of your ex. But for all you know Harry's been kissing his mates like this for years but just never gotten around to kissing you. You might've been next on the list. He's a friendly guy. Maybe a crush isn't what it used to be. Or maybe—

He pulls back from your lips with a huffy expression on his face, "Y/N," he says quietly, "I'm a man with an incredibly fragile ego, whatever you're worrying about is really getting in the way of kissing you."

"I'm just—

—Let me show you what I brought you in here for," he interrupts you, takes your hand and tugs you towards the window. Then, he puts a hand on each of your shoulders and directs your attention to the wall.

It's lined with record sale plaques for singles and albums over the years—double Platinums and Gold-Somethings. Harry watches you eyes run over them all, a proud but unsure look in your eye. You're not sure why he's showing them to you, he knows that. He hopes you're not intimidated by them, he's certainly not showing you to try to score any points. There's a sweeter gesture behind it. He points to one leaning against the wall, not hanging. He's got it resting on the bubble wrap it was sent over in.

Stepping up closer behind you, Harry rests his chin on your shoulder, "That one's for you."

"What?"

"I want you to have it, been saving it for you … If I ever got brave enough."

The question falls from your lips before you really think about it, "Why would you want me to have it …"

Harry waits to see if you'll let on you've figured it out, he thought it was pretty obvious really, but you've never been one to elevate yourself or assume, and Harry knows that about you. So, when you don't keep talking, he confirms it for you, "That song is about you."

You just blink, eyes on the framed plaque taking in the name of the song and hearing it in your head.

It's about me? You think you want to hear it, you need to Google the lyrics and make sure you have them right in your head. Harry wrote a song about you. Harry wrote that song about you.

"When … When did you write it?"

"You mean why?" Harry raises his head and steps to stand next to you, he observes your face carefully.

"No, I mean when." You're starring at it like the plaque might answer the question, "When did you write it?"

Harry runs a hand over his head as he thinks, "A few years back, after that time you came out to LA … Didn't record it until this year though …"

Harry watches your face expand in surprise and then crumple back down to confusion. You really don't get it. He's not sure how to make you in one night. He supposes he can't. So he trails his hand up the back of your arm and then around your back, tilting his head down and waiting to see if you'll pull away. When you don't, he kisses the corner of your mouth and then opens his wider to take you lips in his properly.

It's different to the kisses outside the bar, now that you're both out of your outer layers Harry can feel your body against his in ways he's only dreamed, and it's sending everything straight between his legs. Harry's hands explore your back and the curve of your hips, thumbs almost reaching the underside of your breasts but not quite. It's a little awkward when he senses you've felt him hardening between you. Usually, lust clouds that moment, and Harry doesn't mind intimate partners being acutely aware of how they're affecting him. But with you he's a little hesitant, he senses the awkwardness on your side. Friends don't feel those body parts on each other, friends don't… He almost groans when your mouth leaves his without warning.

You think he'll probably change his mind about all this.

"Have you changed your mind?" You ask, not able to stop it.

Confusion colours his features, and his lips smack together, like he's savouring tasting you, "Wha—

"About wanting to be kissing me," you clarify.

"What? No." Harry's eyebrows have shot up, and he's shaking his head, "I barely even started! Didn't I just say I wrote that song about you—why the hell would I—want to do more than just kiss you—You think I'm gonna change my mind?"

You shrug, "Maybe. I don't know."

"Well," he stands up straighter and pins you with his stare, "I'm not. I promise I'm not going to change my mind. And I promise I'll never make you feel like you're asking for too much. Ever."

"Now you're trying to make me cry," you say, hearing him repeat back to you the insecurity leftover from your conversation about your ex. You're half kidding with your words but also not. You believe him. You trust him.

Harry grimaces, sways your bodies together gently, "I really hate seeing you cry, could you not? I had other plans."

You sniff through a laugh as Harry wraps his arms around your middle tighter," What plans are those?"

"Well, I literally thought Scrabble," he tells you through a smile, trying his best to make you laugh, "But I'm open to whatever dirty things you were thinking as well."

"You'll win Scrabble."

So, Harry instructs you to bring your tea and your sore feet back into his bedroom. He gets you a fluffy pair of hiking socks and tells you to take yours off, and your tights, and get comfortable on the bed with him and the block of chocolate. You've polished off a family size together before, the sugar going straight to your heads and always leading to a giggly night of reminiscing and Almosts.

This time though, you only get halfway through the tea and Harry pushes the chocolate off the bed onto the floor in favour of you straddling his hips. It started with a stolen kiss against your temple, and then another on your cheek, and one close to your lips, and then you captured his face in your hands and really kissed him. Within a few moments, Harry was dragging you over to him. His hands settle on the swell of your backside as it sits against his thighs and your lips trace the line of his jaw. This was really happening. You'd really let him peel off your dress and flick off your bra. His shirt was somewhere with the forgotten snacks, and you seemed extremely eager to keep feeling his hardness pressed between your legs.

"I swear to god, I never dreamed this would happen," he murmurs, hissing when your hips pressed into his at a different angle, "Was sure I'd be going to your wedding one day, completely miserable and probably end up drunk and causing a scene. Embarrass you so badly you'd never want to see me again, and you'd just run away with your stupid husband."

You pull back and watch Harry ramble, your bare chest rising and falling against his, "You're a real glass half full kinda guy, aren't you?" you smile at him.

"I just," his eyes drop to your chest, nipples puckered for him, and he scrunches them shut then drops his forehead onto your sternum with a big sigh, "This is fucking unreal, and my brain is just struggling to comprehend—you're breathtaking, and I feel like my chest is gonna explode."

"It's also 4am, so there's always the potential your brain is just plain tired," your index finger is drawing circles on the back of his shoulder as Harry leans against you, you pause and run your hand over the back of his head, "Maybe we should sleep for a little … I'll be here when you wake up," you say in response to Harry squeezing his arms around your waist tightly as if you were going to disappear. Or worse, leave.

His indescribable green eyes find yours in the light from the bedroom lamps, "Will you let me hold you while you sleep?"

"Yeah," you nod, although somehow that question seems more intimate than the lack of clothes between you at the moment. You're distinctly less dressed than Harry, who's still got his trousers on, you're only covered by your underwear.

"We don't have to rush this, right? Got all the time in the world now," still, as he speaks his palms trail up your back and then down again, skimming the sides of your breasts, "Just don't wanna miss anything is all."

"I promise I'm incredibly boring in my sleep, won't miss anything," you tease, "Might be the only time you get any peace."

Harry tightens his forearms around your back and finds the soft skin below your ear with his lips—once, twice, three little kisses—"I feel pretty at peace right now, just having you here. Feels like I'm living a dream."

You don't reply for a moment, but you let your body rest against Harry's in a comfortable hug, your voice is quiet, "You really wrote me a song?"

"I did."

"I've always loved that song."

“Well, it's been yours all along."

"Nobody's ever written a song about me."

"I should hope not."

"Are you going to write another one?"

"Without a doubt."

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[faeytales]

───    ⋆   𝙳𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙰 𝙲𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂    /    𝙲𝙸𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁𝙴𝙻𝙻𝙰   :    keep  my  conscience  clear  ,  that’s  why  i’m  so  magnetic  .  take  my  pen  and  write  some  love  letters  to  heaven  .

𝙲𝚄𝚁𝚂𝙴𝙳 𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙸𝙾𝙽  /  

FULL NAME  :  delia carters . NICKNAMES : sweet dee, deedee BIRTHDAY : february 15 ZODIAC  : pisces

GENDER  : demi woman PRONOUNS  : she / they SEXUALITY  : pansexual / demiromantic JOB  : tailor at a dream stitch away

FACE CLAIM : laura harrier

𝙱𝙴𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙴 𝙲𝚄𝚁𝚂𝙴  /

Ella was born to a wealthy family in the Enchanted Forest. Their father was a merchant, who had always showered them with love even when his business often took them away from their home. Their mother, though sickly and weak, was very fond of them and would spend every single second basking out the sunlight with little Ella as they laughed and sang songs.

One day however, Ella was called to their mother’s bedroom, and there, as they held her hand, she breathed her last breath after whispering her last words to them : Be kind. Be KIND, and the world will smile upon you in return. Ella visited their mother’s grave everyday and left flowers for her. Not long after their mother’s passing, father wedded another woman who was as beautiful as she was cold. Lady Tremaine, she was called, and no matter how many times Ella tried to call her a mother or be her daughter, Lady Tremaine remained cold to her and especially so whenever their father’s away on business trips. The two little ladies that came with Lady Tremaine was no better, they took Ella’s rooms, and their things and trashed everything until nothing remained from their possession that could bring them any comfort.

From then on, it was as if the sun had failed to rise in Ella’s world as gloom descended, and everything only took a bleak turn when their father too, passed away. Ella’s whole family was taken away from them, and with it, their happiness. However, their mother’s words stayed with them and no matter how hard Lady Tremaine and her daughters work them, they persevered with a smile on their face, never asking for anything. They planted a hazel twig they had gotten from their father near their mother’s grave and watered it with their tears everyday as they stole away from a hard day’s of work.

One day, an invitation to the festival came to their house and it was Ella’s sincerest and only wish to go alongside their stepsisters to attend the festival. However, they laughed in their face and tore their dress and left her to pick lentils from the ashes and clean them all until they’re clean.

Grieved and bereaved, Ella ran to the graveyard where they had planted a tree and cried on it. Upon hearing their plea and wishes, the tree, turning into the shape of Ella’s belated mother, came alive and granted their wish, dressed them in silver and gold and sent them off to the festival.

It was there that Ella met the prince and danced with him for three days, and everyday, as the sun was about to set, Ella fled the scene and returned home. It was on the third night that they forgot themselves and in a haste, left their golden shoe behind.

The prince, having been  besotted, looked for them and, upon seeing their face and saw the golden slipper on her foot, recognised the person he had danced with for three nights and cried out, ‘YOU ARE MY TRUE BRIDE‘

After that, all her nightmares and her days toiling away in the kitchen soon came to an end as they were whisked away to the castle with the prince, ever so charming, where they lived the entirety of their days.

𝙳𝚄𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙲𝚄𝚁𝚂𝙴  /

Delia’s parents passed away when they were young. Mother had gone first, then father soon followed, leaving Delia in the poor care of their step-mother and the dreadful company of their step-sisters. It didn’t take long until Delia was kicked out of the house, at the age of eighteen. Yet strangely, Delia felt nothing. There was no attachment to their ‘family’ home, nor was there any ill-will towards their stepmother and stepsisters. In a way, it was as if life was supposed to go this way, one way or another.

It didn’t take long until Delia was taken in by another townie, who had let them crashed at their place until Delia was able to get back on their own two feet. They began to take on an apprenticeship at A Dream Stitch Away, proving themselves to be a quick learner as they absorb all that was taught to them like a sponge.

Time passed by quickly and without realising it, Delia had worked at the tailor shop for close to seven years and had grown to be a responsible and kind person. However, money had always been an issue for them and they were forced to work and work and work, only to barely make ends meet and never having any good things in their lives. They hungered for more, and they wished for more.

So every once in a while, they allowed themselves to indulge and to go the glimmering world that they could only otherwise see in the dresses and clothes that their clients buried them in. It was during this one helter-skelter of a night that they found themselves tangled up in the arms of a stranger whose face they didn’t remember and whose name they never caught and whose baby they might be carrying. 

𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙽𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂  /

ONE : Someone tho took her in after they were thrown out of the house.

TWO : Bad influence friends who took Delia to a lot of parties and hang outs and eventually lead them to their fated one night stand. 

THREE :  Baby Daddy from aforementioned connection, no worries though, they’re not pregnant and it’s just a scare!

[the-french-belphegor]

Happy belated birthday, @tinydooms! Have a Just Married Evy and Rick :o) They’re only just getting used to wearing a ring, but they’re already very much used to the feel of each other’s hands, the warmth of their bodies, and just how well they fit against one another ♥ (well, when I say they’re “used to” - I mean it comes to them naturally.)

They’re dancing on “Oh, Lady Be Good”. The Ella Fitzgerald version. I know the song is from 1924 but her version is much later, but her voice transcends the years - I don’t make the rules ^^

[mingi-bubu]

Watch “Youth With You” with Me!

Episode 5 Part 1

- ook the episode highlights are making me go O.O; for the ladies so let’s see what happens eh?

- as always, Mr fruit is our lovely opening blueberry as Kun (I think) goes over how we can vote for our favorite trainees

- I so badly want to try the Fruit Milk Drink so if anyone knows how I can get that in the midwest states drop a line lmao

- also I know i’m posting this after but happy belated birthday Lisa!!!!  i’m very proud of you and all of the things you’ve achieved!

- was that girl holding a tinie Kun doll???  the legend jumped out

- her, not kun lakdjf;akldsjfakl

- whomst is this next to the lovely ella

- LISAAAAAA

- ELLA YOU LOOK FANTASTIC OH MY GOD

- Yoga Lin is so soft spoken but based on their responses i’m assuming he’s well known

- vegetable salad omg that is so cute

- YO!

- i’m v queer and kin, Lisa, and ella are severely testing my attention span rn T.T

- lmao i love that only ella and yoga and kun have to stay

- aaaaahhhhh leggo frahnm’s group!

- lol do y’all think that when ella mentioned the drink someone behind the camera where the girls were said “take a fucking sip babes”

-  all;dajd;lkf they’re me when i have to compliment someone

- yoga’s outfit pops tf off

- why does he have the same attitude as kun rn when talking to them alkdjfa;lkdsjfa

- wow this is  a plug.

- frhanm is that supportive group picker i want her to compliment me please

- oh i forgot to say what I'm eating!  it’s (not to sound too Pinoy) boy bawang chichacorn garlic flavored thank you

- anyway

- “we need to pass loveliness and warmth to others”  love that for them

- i think she would be a good leader ngl at least from her energies here

- this is so cute i love this little montage

- yan xia literally shut off her emotions so fast after losing the mic omg how incredible

- Zoe is so tinie!!!!

- so they really did call that group hickey, huh?

- this is very cute introductions i can’t wait to see the stage

- frhanm.  that’s it.  taht’s the comment

- omg that little peace sign scissors thing was adorable i loved it

- they look like a chorus of angels what the fukc

- wow i like when they’re all singing together their voices really mesh nicely

- Mr lin omg what a compliment wowowowoww

- HE DID THE HAND THING I TOLD YOU IT WAS ICONIC ELLA DID TOO 

- KUNNNNNN PLEASE DO IT

- HE’S SO BAD AT HAVING TO DO CUTE THINGS BABY BOYASLFIWEGFPOQIRWHG POQIUEHTR THAT WAS SO BAD I LOVE HIM WHAT A DORK

- frahnm really is like a leader already incredible

- that is an incredible distance between the last and second to last

- HOLY SNIPES IN THE HUNDREDS THAT QYUICK

- yessss we are impressed ma’am

- wow ok this is getting v emotional v quick?  i love that they have such strong bonds already

- i really like this group together

- love this montage of them!!  i hope in the future when ppl make those (un)helpful guides for the final nine that some of these gals are in that group !!!

- ok dance team time

- wow this looks like it’ll be an interesting and intense dance

- i love the worker alkdsfja;lkdsfj he looks so confused bitch meeee toooo

- I'm the two girls putting on makeup (k Lu looks so pretty and Xin is so iconic)

- Lisa looks so confused but i love her so its fine

- al;skdjfa;lkdsjf the hand binoculars

- is this where Lisa comes for blood please???

- please come for blood

- hhhoooop!  it’s not blood blood but there are some bruising

- and her lil squinty smile after!  I'm in love

- i forgot that kiki was the center aldkfja I'm sorry my love

- Lu is an inspiration wow 

- oh i like their outfits a lot

- their outfits and their confidence give me suju “shirt” w/the black and white outfits vibes

- space shuttle??  i love that for her

- kun is trying so hard to show that he’s not amused by this adlkas

- alksdjf;laksdjf bITCH KUN IS MAKING ME DIEEEEE

- jenny zeng has that effortless cool vibe on stage

- I AM LOOKING RESPECTFULLY

- this dance tho is very well executed i really like how they’ve made it their own

- the eye contact is a .  lot.

- i also really like the light staging in this as well

- I'm also them screaming thank you

- wow miss kiki with the kick to the camera i am.  looking.

- Lisa is so proud yay!

- rap Time rap time rap time!!!!!

- poor Mr jony j they poke so much fun at him aldjfaldksjf

- aaahh he looks so cool walking to meet the - and now he’s lost mee too sir

- ajdsfoiajdpofihaewoight i’’m so weak at everyone exposing themselves for who wanted to be there and who didnt

- alkdgj hahaha dad is speechless i cannnn’tttt

- i like the actual lyrics of their rap that they put together but it’s uh...obvious for some that they are not rappers

- nineone is staring intently

- AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA MR JONY J I’M SCREAMING SWEETIE

- yes sir that is an accurate summary of what in fact did happen

- this is honestly the best part of the entire show right now is jony j struggling to explain this

- i really want them to perform well tho!!!  like even tho they didn’t want to be in the group and are not good at rapping i really want them to succeed

- i want to give everyone in that room some nice soup and bread bc i feel like they need some heartening foods after this

- nineone is literally like an exasperated mother alkdfja;lkdfja;lkdjf

- zhuzhentngs has been messaging with me during this and i have learned things about people and i am.   judging.

- oooh two days left i wonder how they’re doing

- AAAAHHHH IT’S ABOUT TO GO DOWN I AM EXCITEMENT

- “be excited properly” god what a mood

- i love the girl scout uniforms and name Shiny Girls

- sidenote to all of this but kun looks so good ddddayum

- oh their stage is so energetic!  its so cute i love this for them

- even if the actual rapping part of it doesn’t go well, i hope that they had fun

- this is a really fun song

- sa-wa-di-ka!

- she’s so cool ms. shaking please!!!!

- miss Ziyi du i love this for yuo

- ka-mo-ni-ka!!

- AAAHHHH THE LEGEND JUMPED OUT

- i’m really hyped for them i loved this a lot it was so cute!!!

- oh it’s good that jony j was proud especially after seeing how they started originally!!!

- i didn’t say it yet but bunny and shaking’s outfits are super cute

- shaking’s face alkdfja;kdlsfj i loved that she was like ‘bitch what the fuck?”

- wait what I'm confuxed

- it wasn’t who i thought

- whellp that goes to show how much and how well i pay attention aksdjf;alksdjf

- ok let’s see how “Fragments” goes.

- oh ok that’s the end of part one i didn’t haven't realize

[bookscoffeeandracoons]

I was tagged by the wonderful @bitsandbobsandstuff! Thank you for the tag and for thinking of me! 

I wish you a belated happy birthday! I hope you had a great birthday and enjoyed yourself! 🎂❤️

Nicknames: Ana, Annie and for some reason a lot of people in my family and some older friends call me doll (Püppchen, Puppilein in german or Muñeca in spanish)

Zodiac sign: Gemini

Height: 5′3

Hogwarts house: Gryffindor 

Last thing I googled: The Emu war in Australia (I’m still laughing!) 😂

Song stuck in my head: since a long car ride with my brother 2 weeks ago i’ve got Blink 182′s Not Now stuck in my head.

Fav musicians: Mostly Rock but from everything a little bit. Blink 182, Nirvana, Foo Fighters, The Clash, The Who, Rolling Stones, AC/DC, Theory of a Deadman, Lynyrd Skynyrd, Queen and so many more. I also love Ella Fitzgeralt. I sometimes listen to pop music and hip hop, too. And my teenage loves McFly and Busted.

Following: 458 how did that happen? That’s a lot of people I follow. Mostly Marvel, but there’s also some animal blogs and some memes stuff. It’s a colourful mix.

Followers: More than i expected and I don’t know why they’re here 😅

Do you get asks: Very rarely but i love it when i get them!

Amount of sleep: It depends, when my head is in an exceptionally good place i can sometimes get 8 hours but usually i get a max of 6.

Lucky number: I don’t really have one. but i do like the number 25. Don’t know why, always liked it

What are you wearing: it’s all black: leggings, longsleeve that is long enough to cover half of my thighs, a big hoodie jacket, thick grey wool socks and a grey/black leo print scarf 

Dream jobs: Writer, I’m working on a book 

Dream trip: Bora Bora 

Instruments you play: harp, electric bass and piano

Languages you speak: German, English, Spanish and a teeny, tiny bit Italian and French

Fav song: There are too many. If i start listing them all, this post will be longer than a Star Wars opening crawl

Random fact: I can tie a cherry stem in a knot with my tongue, if it’s long enough even 2 knots

Cats or dogs: Both. Both is good.

Aesthetic: black and dark stuff (furniture, clothes, decoration), a few gothic/witchy things, flowers, fairy lights, books, lots of pillows, coffee, home-baked cakes and treats, multiculti, it's definitely not a clear concept but i would sum it up as dark and cosy

Tagging: @nerdy-bookworm-1998 @pandaqueen7799 @alexoloughlinlover31 @beccaanne814 

Tag Game LIST OF STUFF

I keep trying to be more active and work keeps slapping me down, but HERE I AM FOLKS. Tagged by the always fabulous @interestedbystanderwrites ♥️

Nicknames: Kris, Special K

Zodiac sign: Virgo (maybe I had a bday last week…)

Height: 5′7

Hogwarts house: Ravenclaw! 

Last thing I googled: List of Bloomberg exchange rates (how boring am I)

Song stuck in my head: Well now that @interestedbystanderwrites said Baby Shark, that’s in my head…thanks Cass. 😖

Fav musicians: Classic rock steals my soul…Kansas, ACDC, Queen, Zep, Aerosmith, RS, etc

Following: 417…mix of marvel, aesthetic stuff, book things, coffee funnies, literary blogs, and writing support 

Followers: A few! All fabulous!

Do you get asks: Sometimes, usually after a story post. Lately when I reblog things about Brad Pitt. 😂

Amount of sleep: 5-6 hours

Lucky number: 42

What are you wearing: Jeans, scarf, black flats

Dream jobs: Writer (duh)

Dream trip: Patagonia!

Instruments you play: Piano

Languages you speak: English and shockingly terrible French

Fav song: It changes every day

Random fact: I can touch my nose with my tongue

Cats or dogs: There is no way to choose. 

Aesthetic: Old books, coffee, desperate compartmentalization of stress

Tagging: @justreadingfics @st-eve-barnes @softbiker @delicatelyherdreams @moonbeambucky @imhereforbvcky @evanstarff @youngmoneymilla @bookscoffeeandracoons @michelehansel @softlybarnes @velvetofyourheart

[boombangrian]

Belated Christmas Celebrations || Remi

With: Demi | @lovato-demid

Where: Los Angeles, CA When: December 27, 2018

This was done over FB messenger. Demi's parts are italic & with a blog quote, Rian's are not.

Rian had spent a few days at home in Baltimore. Family time was always nice, and he enjoyed every bit of it. But now that he was getting closer to LA, he was excited to be with Demi again. It had been. A little while now and he missed her. He texted His girlfriend once he got into an uber and gladly it didn't take too long until he was walking up to her front door, duffel bag on his shoulder and a bag full of presents in his hand. A grin spread on his lips as he rang the doorbell and waited for Demi to open up.

Demi had spent the last few days with her entire family and she had the best time, but she was missing her man.  When she got his text that he was in the Uber, she got butterflies in her stomach. She had just let the dogs back in the house when the doorbell rang.  Demi ran through the house, sliding across the floor in her socks the last few feet. She opened the door with a big smile on her face.  "Baby!!! I missed you!"

"Babe!" Rian used his free arm to wrap around her in a tight hug, lips pressing a kiss to her temple. "God I've missed you too." He let go of her to step inside and out the bags down near the door. "Merry belated Christmas," the drummer chuckled, opening his arms to give her another hug.

She wrapped her arms around him as best she could with everything he was carrying.  As they stepped inside, Batman and Ella ran up, barking their hellos.  As soon as Rian had put everything down, Demi was in his arms, breathing a sigh of relief. Being in his arms always felt like home to her.  "Merry belated Christmas baby." she said, looking up and smiling at him. "Next year, we do something with both families, so we don't have to be away from each other, deal?"

"Deal," Rian chuckled. He cupped her cheeks and leaned down to press her lips against hers in a deep kiss. He couldn't wipe the grin off his face as he slowly pulled back, reluctantly letting go of her. "My mom would've loved to show you all the pictures of me as a kid that she takes out every single year," he chuckled as he leaned down to greet the dogs.

She happily accepted his kiss and let out a soft sigh of happiness.  "I say we do a destination Christmas next year with both families.  That way no one person has the responsibility of hosting." she told him.  "Oh, you mean like these?" she teased, holding out her phone to show him the photos his mom had sent her.

"Oh, Jesus Christ she didn't send you those, did she?" Rian groaned playfully. HE loved his mom, but she was constantly shoving childhood pictures of him into people's face. He picked Ella up to pet her and chuckled. "Yes, I missed you too."

"She totally did." she laughed.  "I like them.  You were fucking adorable as a child." she smiled at him.  She watched as Ella happily licked his face, saying hello. Batman danced around her feet, so she bent down to pick him up and he practically jumped out of her arms to Rian. "Looks like they both missed you more than I did." she laughed.

"I tried to be cool, but I really wasn't," Rian chuckled. When Batman jumped at him, he shifted Ella to one arm and caught the other dog with the other one. "Well they're giving more kisses than you did," the drummer teased.

"You were way cooler than Alex was." she admitted.  "Hey, you had your hands full, and then these two furballs started showering you with love so I didn't get to give you all the kisses I wanted to." she smirked, sticking her tongue out at him.

"Everyone was cooler than Alex was," Rian chuckled. "They were just quicker than you, babe." He put both dogs down before walking over to his girlfriend and wrapping his arms around her once more. "I got so many doggie kisses, you have a lot to catch up to," he smirked.

"I am so telling him you said that." she laughed.  When he walked over to her, she put her arms up around his shoulders and smirked.  "Is that so?"  She raised an eyebrow and gently pulled his face towards her then quickly licked his cheek before laughing.  "There are plenty more where that came from." she laughed.

"Oh, please don't," Rian laughed. "Yeah, lots of kisses to make up for." His eyes widened when she pulled him in and he felt her licking his cheek. "No!" he called quickly. "I meant real kisses," he laughed. "Not doggie kisses. Trust me, your real kisses are much better."

"Why not? I think he should know." she smirked, pretending to text on her phone.  "Are you saying my doggie kisses are nice?  How rude, Mr. Dawson.  What would your mom say if she heard that?"  Demi loved being playful with Rian.  It made her truly happy.  She stood on her toes and pressed her lips to his in a deep and happy kiss. "Mm....better?" she asked.

Rian shook his head, laughing as he reached over to take the phone from her hands. He smirked a little, eyebrows raising as Demi leaned up to press her lips to his now and he smiled when he kissed back, deepening the kiss a little more. Arms wrapped tightly around her, holding her close.

She had a hard time not smiling whenever she was with Rian.  "Come on baby.  Let's get you settled." She said, taking his hand.  "Oh, I just stocked the fridge with cold brew for you."

The grin on his lips widened as Demi mentioned cold brew. "You just know me so well," he chuckled as she took his hand. He used his free hand to pick up his bag. "Let's get this out of the way," Rian said with a nod. Once his bag was put away in the bedroom, the drummer looked at his girlfriend and smiled. He was happy to be with her, and he didn't want to let go of her now that he got her around again.

"I like that I know you that well though." she smiled. "I got a new one though.  It's called Nitro Cold Brew.  It's actually pretty good." she admitted.  Once they got his stuff put away, they went back downstairs.

"Yeah, I like that too." Rian looked at her, eyebrows raised. "I can't wait to try that then," he said with a chuckle. Following her back downstairs, the drummer picked up the bag with presents before he walked into the living room, where he placed the bag down next to the couch and then sat down, hands reaching out, so he could pull Demi into his lap.

She smiled as he pulled her into his lap.  She put her arms around his shoulders and played with his hair.  "I'm really happy you're here." she whispered.

He smiled, arms wrapping around her waist to hold her close and comfortable. "I really missed you," the drummer admitted, eyes locking on her, before another grin spread on his lips. "I got you gifts," he said, almost sounding proud he remembered to get her something.

"I really missed you too babe." she told him. "Gifts?" she said with raised eyebrows.  "Baby, you didn't have to get me anything."

Rian playfully rolled his eyes. "Of course, I had to get you something. It's Christmas, that one time of year it's perfectly okay to get you all kinds of non-birthday presents," he chuckled and pressed a kiss to her temple. Leaning over to the bag by the couch wasn't easy since Rian refused to let go of his girlfriend, but eventually he managed and took two not very well wrapped presents from the bag. "I tried to talk my mom into wrapping these, but she refused to, so uh... This was all I could do," he laughed.

She wanted to laugh as she watched him struggle to get the presents he set on the floor, but she managed to keep her composure.  "Hey, you wrap presents better than most guys." she smirked before ripping the paper.

"You're just saying that to make me feel better about this," Rian chuckled. He handed her the presents and grinned as he watched her ripping the paper, revealing the Fitbit bracelet and yeti mug he'd gotten her.

"Next year you can get Maddie to wrap for you.  She's really good at it." Demi laughed.  She opened the gifts and smiled big.  "Rian, I love these.  Thank you baby!" she said, leaning down to kiss him. "I can't believe you got me a mug like yours.  This is so cool!” she laughed, inspecting the mug.

"Oh, I'll totally have to do that," the drummer laughed. He couldn't wipe the grin off his face as he watched Demi inspecting the gifts. "I mean, we totally had to have matching mugs...right?"

"We're the couple all others want to be like." she laughed. "I've got something for you too, but it was too big to wrap." she said, standing up and reaching for his hand.

His eyebrows raised as he watched her standing up. "You're not supposed to get me anything bit," Rian warned her, but he took her hand and got up with her, a chuckle leaving his lips.

"Like that's gonna stop me." she laughed.  She led him down to her studio and pointed to a pile in the corner covered with and old tarp.  Underneath was a custom drum set with his name on it.  "Go ahead...open it." she smiled big.

"I know, but I thought I'd remind you anyway," Rian laughed. He followed her down to her studio and furrowed his brows a little bit. He looked at her, then gave a nod and let go of her hand to walk over to the pile in the corner. When he pulled off the tarp, a huge grin spread on his lips. "No fucking way," he said, staring at the drum set before looking over at Demi. "Are you serious? I fucking love this!"

She watched as his face lit up and she smiled.  "Now when you're here, you can still play." she told him. "Oh, and I have one more thing." She reached into her pocket and pulled out a key, holding it out to him in the palm of her hand.  "No more ringing the bell when you're here."

"I love this. Thank you baby," Rian said and with a smirk on his lips he added, "I can finally teach you how to play." He turned to her, watching her take something from her pocket and a cheeky grin spread on his lips as he reached out to take the key, not without reaching for her to pull her in close to him. "You're serious?" He questioned, using his free hand to cup her cheek.

Demi chuckled and shook her head. "I don't want to ruin them babe." she teased. When he pulled her in close, she looked up into his eyes.  "Of course I am.  This is your home too.  I mean, if you want it to be."

"That's what I'm here for. I'll teach you how to do it without breaking the set," he laughed. "I'd love that," he said, thumb running over her cheek before he leaned in to capture her lips in a loving kiss.

"We'll see." she smirked.  She sighed with relief when he happily took the key.  "Yeah?" she asked softly.  She accepted his kiss and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "I love you Rian Dawson." she whispered against his lips.

He smiled against her lips, deepening the kiss a little bit as his arm moved around her waist, pulling her against him. "I love you too," he murmured into the kiss, unable to bring himself to pull away.

She murmured into his kiss happily.  "Do you know how happy you make me?" she asked him softly.

He reluctantly broke the kiss and looked at her, eyebrows raised. "Tell me all about it," Rian chuckled.

"I'm really glad I didn't wait for Alex to introduce us." she giggled.

Rian laughed. "He would've taken forever," he said with a nod. He hadn't talked to Alex a lot after the wedding, just briefly and he knew that things had been a little tense between his best friend and his wife.

"That's for sure." she laughed. "We still have to come up with something good to get him back for not letting us meet sooner." she nodded. "Come on.  Let's go back upstairs and get you some cold brew."

Rian chuckled. "I'm so not good with coming up with anything. That's totally your job," he said and nodded. "Yes please!" He couldn't put a finger on when he became so obsessed with cold brew but the stuff was delicious. Rian followed Demi back upstairs and into the kitchen.

"Okay. I'll come up with something good." she smiled.  They walked back upstairs and into the kitchen.  "Did you being your mug?" she asked as she pulled the cold brew out of the fridge.

"Of course I brought my mug. When have I ever left the house without it?" Rian laughed as he left the kitchen to find his bag and returned a moment later with his yeti mug in his hands and a grin spread on his lips.

Demi laughed and shook her head as he ran to get his mug.  "We should really just get you a new mug for here so you don't have to carry it back and forth." she said when he got back.

"Where's the fun in having one to travel with then though?" Rian smirked as he walked over to her. "Though, I mean… Actually, there should just be a whole collection of these mugs in this house."

"A whole collection?" she asked as she rinsed out his mug and poured the cold brew into it.  She filled her own new cup with some juice before putting the lid on and taking a drink.

"Yes." Rian looked at her and sighed dramatically when he saw the look on her face. "You're not into the idea," he said, and it wasn't really a question because she didn't look like she was into it. The drummer happily took the mug filled with cold brew from her and took a sip.

"What would I do with all my other glasses babe?"

"Well, you wouldn't need them anymore," Rian shrugged, leaning his back against the counter.

"We can't have people over for dinner and give them Yeti mugs to drink from babe." she laughed.

Rian let out a dramatic sigh. "But why not, babe? Why not?" He took a sip from his mug and laughed. "Alright, fine. No collection of yeti mugs though there can never be enough. "

"Tell you what.  We can each get 2.  That way we have one while the other is in the dishwasher." she smiled. Everyone else will just have to drink out of regular glasses."

He seemed to consider this option for a moment, but then nodded, agreeing to her suggestion. "Alright, I think that works." Setting his mug on the counter, Rian reached out for Demi's hands and pulled her towards him, arms wrapping around her waist before he leaned down to kiss her softly.

Demi squealed as he suddenly pulled her to him.  "Mm... I could get used to this." she smirked.  "I like being able to kiss you whenever I want."

"Yeah," Rian said, "I really like that too." He held her close and as if to prove the point, he leaned in to kiss her again, this time playfully biting her lower lip when he pulled away again.

"So how long do I get you for?" she asked as she leaned against him.

"Couple days, maybe a week," Rian said, a smirk playing on his lips. "Depends on when Dan's calling me back to work," he chuckled. "Right now, I don't have to be at the studio, so I can stay for a bit."

"I'll take a week.  A couple of days won't work for me." she smirked. "There has to be things you can do for the studio without actually being at the studio, isn't there?"

"You tell Dan that when he calls," Rian laughed. He brought his hand up to Demi's head and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. "You just want me to stay here, don't you?"

"Okay I will." she smiled.  She smiled and turned her head towards his hand.  "Of course I do babe.  I love having you here.  If I wasn't stuck here, I'd move to Nashville." she said. "I mean, if you'd want me to."

His eyes moved over her face, taking in her expression and trying to find any sign of her kidding about this, but she seemed serious. "I'd love to have you in Nashville with me," the drummer smiled. "I'd permanently get rid of my bar for you," he said with a wink. Every time Demi had been visiting him, he'd got rid of all the alcohol in his house. He loved his bar, but if he could have Demi living with him, he would happily get rid of it.

"Really?" she said softly. "Baby, you love your bar.  You'd really want to get rid of it?"

"Of course," Rian said, without hesitation. "I love that bar, yes. But I also know you can't be around it, so... if I get to have you with me all the time, I'd get rid of the bar."

"You're serious." she said, searching his eyes.  She hadn't ever had someone who was willing to give up something they love, just for her.

"Yes," he said, furrowing his brows slightly. "You look like you don't believe me." Rian chuckled.

"It's not that...I just.  No one has ever offered to give up something they love, just for me."

At her words, the drummer raised his eyebrows. "Never?" he questioned, his hand around her waist moving to her hip.

"Nope." she admitted.

"I'm sorry," Rian said. He brought his other hand up to her cheek and let his thumb stroke over the skin gently. "You know, I love the bar. But it's just a bar. I love you more than that..."

It was the first time he had said those words without her saying them first.  "I'm gonna talk to mama and the sober house people about transferring to a place in Nashville." she told him.

A smile formed on his lips and he nodded. "I'd love that," Rian said before leaning in to press a soft kiss to her lips. When he pulled away, he stayed close, their lips still almost touching. "I love you," he said softly.

"I love you too, baby." she said, kissing him softly.  "No one has ever loved me like you do.  I'm so lucky."

Rian chuckled against her lips. "Pretty sure I'm the lucky one." He pulled her in a little closer, lips pressing to hers and lingering in a longer kiss now.

She kissed him back and smiled.  "What do you want to do today?" she asked him. "I wanna go to the gym at some point, but other than that, I didn't have anything planned."

"Mh, I'll come to the gym with you," Rian said as he let go of her and leaned back against the counter again. He reached over to pick up his mug and took a sip of his cold brew. "Do you wanna go out for dinner or stay in and cook something tonight?"

"Hmm...let's go to the store and I'll cook tonight." she told him. "What would you like?"

"You could try to teach me how to cook," Rian smirked. "Or I'll just stand here and watch you." He laughed, and after another sip of his coffee, he shrugged his shoulders. "Anything's fine with me, babe."

Demi laughed and shook her head.  "Give me time.  You'll learn to cook by watching me."

"I doubt that, but we can give that a try," Rian laughed. He pushed himself off the counter and walked out of the kitchen to grab his bag from where he left it by the door. "I'll bring this upstairs, and we can head out to hit the gym soon if you want to."

"You're adorable." she smile, giving him a soft kiss.  "Sounds good.  I gotta change into gym clothes anyway." She followed him upstairs and changed into one of her Fabletics outfits.

Once up in the bedroom, Rian pulled sweatpants and a muscle shirt from his bag and changed into those before he looked over at Demi. A smirk formed on his lips as his eyes briefly scanned over her body. "Ready to go?"

She pulled her hair up into a ponytail and turned to see Rian staring at her. "What?" she asked. "Do I have a tag sticking out or something?"

Rian shook his head and chuckled lightly. "No, 'm sorry," he said quickly, biting his lip.

She raised an eyebrow and chuckled.  "Let's go babe.  We can stop by the store after the gym."

"Alright." Rian smirked and watched her leaving the room before he followed. He hurried into the kitchen to grab some water before walking out to the car with Demi. "I've been slacking with going to the gym," he admitted as they got into the car. "I'm probably going to be exhausted after this," he laughed.

"So we go to the gym, go to the store, come home put things away, take a shower, take a nap, wake up and cook dinner.  Sound like a plan to you?" she asked as they got in the car.

"Sounds like a great plan," Rian agreed. He wasn't going to admit it but he was tired so a nap before dinner sounded good.

As they drove, Demi sang along to the radio.  After an hour at the gym they got to the grocery store.  "Okay babe.  What are you in the mood for?" she asked as they walked in and she grabbed a cart.

"How about something with pasta and chicken?" Rian offered, shrugging his shoulders as he took the cart to push it while Demi got what they needed.

"Ooo...I know just what to make." she said excitedly.  She led Rian around the store, picking up everything they needed for dinner and a few other meals.  Once they got home, Demi started putting everything away.  "Why don't you go start the shower and I'll be up as soon as I'm finished here." she told him.

Rian helped as best as he could but mostly he was just pushing the cart. When they were back at the house, the drummer nodded at Demi's suggestion and chuckled before he made his way to the bathroom where he started the shower so the water could heat up while he took his clothes off and tossed them aside. He waited a moment to see if Demi was coming and then stepped into the shower.

Demi finished putting all the groceries away and made her way upstairs.  She walked into the bathroom and smiled, leaning against the door, watching Rian.  "Damn, I love this view." she teased.

Rian turned his head when he heard Demi's words and he smirked. "Stop staring and come join me, will ya?" he laughed.

Demi chuckled and pushed herself off the door.  "Whatever you say baby." She pulled her top off then her pants and stepped into the shower.  "Better?"

A grin spread on Rian's lips and he nodded. "Much better," he said with a wink as he moved so she could easily step under the water with him.

"You just like me naked." she smirked.

His eyes wandered over her naked body and he couldn't hide the smirk on his lips. "That's because you look hot as hell."

"I love the way you look at me like I'm the only person ever." she told him.

"The only person I wanna see naked? I wanna be with naked?" Rian questioned as he stepped in a little closer to her. "Well that's because you are," he said, glancing down at her as best as he could with the water running over him.

"You really know how to suck up." she smirked, moving closer to him.  She wrapped her arms around his waist and leaned forward, kissing his chest.  "For the record, you're the only person I want to see or be naked with too."

He laughed at her words and his arms wrapped around her. "That's good to know." Rian pressed a kiss to the top of her head and hummed.

She continued to kiss his chest, licking the water off as she moved her way down his body.

Rian looked down at her, biting his lip lightly as he felt her kisses wandering lower on his chest. He had missed her so much, and he definitely missed her touch too.

She kissed her way down his chest to his happy trail and stopped, sucking the water off his hip bones.  She slowly knelt down on the floor of the shower and ran her tongue over his cock.

It was easy to see the effect she had on him. As she moved lower, down his body and then knelt down on the floor, Rian's cock hardened. Just seeing her naked had caused him to want to touch her but now that he felt her tongue on him, a groan left his lips. Hid eyed stayed on her, watching her every move carefully, taking her in.

She smiled as she watched him harden with her touch.  She continued to lick him for a few moments before taking the head of his dick between her lips.  She flicked her tongue gently over it before pulling back and licking his shaft again.

Demi knew exactly how to get him turned on, and Rian didn't doubt she enjoyed this. He saw the hint of a smile on her lips before he closed his eyes, enjoying the way her touch felt on him.

She repeated her moves a few times before suddenly taking him all the way I to her mouth. She slowly began to bob her head, raising a hand to gently massage his balls with her fingers.

He enjoyed what she was doing, but the sensation only increased when Demi took him in his mouth and Rian moaned at the feeling. "Fuck," he cursed, one of his hands finding the shower wall to hold himself steady.

She smiled as he moaned and continued bobbing her head.  She pulled back and licked down his shaft again before sucking one of his balls into her mouth.  She slid her hands up his thighs and around to his ass, pulling him closer to her. She ran her nails gently over his ass as she moved back to take his cock in her mouth again.

She knew exactly what she was doing to him, Rian was sure, and it was driving him insane. "Demi," he moaned, the hand that wasn't holding onto the wall finding her head and tangling in her hair.

His fingers gripping her hair made her want him even more.  She sped up her movements working to bring him closer to cum in her mouth.

"Shit," Rian moaned when Demi sped up her movements. "I'm so close baby," he murmured, his hand gripping her hair a little tighter while the other held onto the wall, pressing against it to keep steady. His breathing was heavier now and it didn't take much longer until he couldn't hold it in any longer and he came in his girlfriend's mouth, moaning her name.

She continued to suck him until she had swallowed every last drop he had to offer. When she stopped, she stood up and smiled, wiping her mouth.  "Mmm...feel better?" she smirked as she tipped her head back under the water.

Rian smirked when Demi eventually came up again and he brought his hands to cup her cheeks. "Feeling perfectly great now," he said with a chuckle. "Thank you." He leaned down to capture her lips in a kiss, lingering a moment.

"I love making my man feel good." she smirked.  She returned his kiss and let her hands slide over his chest, across his shoulders, and around his neck.  "You are so fucking sexy babe.  I don't ever want to keep my hands...or my mouth off of you." she smirked, kissing his neck.

Rian dropped his hands from her cheeks and moved them over her chest, gracing her breasts before moving down her sides to her hips and pulling her in a little closer. "Then don't," he chuckled lightly, eyes closing as he felt her lips against his neck.

She moved her lips up along his jaw and began nibbling on his ear.  "As you wish." she whispered.  She reached out and grabbed her loofah, putting a little bit of body wash on it.  She ran it over his shoulders and down his arms, while she kissed down his chest, tongue flicking at his nipples as she got to them.

Rian smirked as Demi let her hands move over his body and he bit his lip, hands sliding up her body the lower on his she moved.

She ran the loofah down his body and each of his legs before walking around him to run it over his back.  She started at his calves, kissing each place before she hit it with the loofah.  When she got to his ass, she bit both cheeks gently before working her way up his shoulders.

"Hey!" Rian protested when he felt her teeth on his ass, but he only laughed lightly and enjoyed the sensation of her running her hands and the loofah all over his body.

She smirked when he protested and continued her way up his body.  When she reached his shoulders again, she walked around to face him and smiled.

As Demi faced him again, Rian smirked. His hands moved up her sides and then one reached for the loofah, a cheeky grin spreading on his lips. "Now let me wash you, babe."

"But this is about me making YOU feel good, not the other way around." she smirked.

"I love that, but you need to be washed too, babe," Rian said with a wink. He leaned in a little further to her, bringing his head closer. "What it I want to make you feel good now?"

She pretending to think about what he was saying and eventually let him take the loofah. "If it will make you happy, then who am I to say no?" she smirked.

Rian smirked as he took the loofah from her. He stepped around her to start washing her back, his free hand moving over every curve of her body as he used the loofah to wash her back. Making his way lower, Rian used his hand to squeeze her butt and then let his hand run between her legs once, a smirk playing in his lips as he moved further down her legs.

As he moved behind her, the brunette pulled her hair over her shoulder to the front so it wasn't in his way.  She held her breath as she felt his hands move between her legs.  Her eyes closed in anticipation.

Rian moved away from the spot between her legs, a smirk playing on his lips as he washed down her legs and then moved around to her front. He made his way up teasingly slowly. He placed a few kisses on the inside of her thigh, before he hit the spot with the loofah and eventually, his hand found its way up the inside of her thigh and between her legs again, fingers gently rubbing along her slit.

She kept her eyes closed, loving the feeling of his hands on her.  She dropped her hands and played with his hair as he kissed her inner thighs.  When his fingers slid up her leg and grazed her heated slit, she had to suppress a moan.

Rian smirked when he felt Demi's fingers in his hair and he glanced up at her before trailing kisses up her thighs. His thumb found her clit, rubbing small circles over it as he moved up enough to bring his lips to Demi's hips, pressing kisses on each side.

Between the insane pleasure of his thumb on her clit, to the tickling sensation of his kisses on her hips, she was finding it difficult to stay still.

He trailed a few more kisses, slowly making his way between her legs. He moved his hand away only to replace his fingers with the tip of his tongue while his hand moved to her thigh, gripping her leg slightly.

She giggled when she felt his tongue hit her, but her giggle quickly turned into a soft moan. "Fuck I missed your tongue on me." she whispered.

Her words made Rian smile. He loved having this effect on her and knowing she had been wanting him was boosting his ego a little bit. He pulled away from her core only briefly to move her backwards so she could lean back against the wall. Before he brought his tongue back to her clit, he moved one of her legs over his shoulder, spreading her legs a little in the process. He smirked as he flicked his tongue against her sensitive spot.

The shower wall was cold against her warm body. But it didn’t compare to the heat from his tongue as he licked her.  Each flick of his tongue sent bolts of electricity through her body.

Rian had dropped the loofah and he used one hand to hold onto Demi's leg, squeezing her thigh as he brought his other hand up between her legs and while his tongue still flicked against her, he pushed a finger through her folds, slowly pumping.

"Fuck, baby." she gasped as she felt his fingers pump into her. "Mmm...Rian." she moaned as she let her head roll back against the shower wall.  Her fingers tangled in his hair again.

He soon added another finger and smirked against her as he picked up the pace a little, then slowed down again, varying the speed to tease her a little.

He was driving her wild.  She felt her legs start to shake as she grew closer to orgasm.  "Fuck Rian. Yes!" she moaned as she felt that much needed release get closer.

He sucked on her clit momentarily before flicking his tongue against her sensitive spot again. The drummer kept pumping his fingers, waiting for Demi to finally reach that high.

Her voice echoed as she moaned his name.  The intense pleasure washing over her as her body shook with her orgasm.  "Fuck, baby." she moaned.

Rian smirked as he felt her trembling a little and he pulled his fingers out of her to use his hands to support her legs. His tongue kept flicking against her through her orgasm and he ate her out as she came down from her high. Eventually, he moved her leg off his shoulder and his hand gripped the back of her thighs as he came back up, picking her up as he stood again. Rian guided her legs around his waist as he held her against the wall, a cheeky grin spread on his lips as he brought his forehead to rest against hers.

"Best day ever." she smirked, trying to catch her breath.  She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his.

Rian laughed against her lips as they found his in a kiss. He slid his hands up her sides before breaking away and setting her back on her feet. "Alright, let's get you washed and get out of here or we'll look all wrinkly and old," he chuckled and leaned down to pick up the loofah again.

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1. https://www.instagram.com/urgirltrisb/?hl=en 2. urgirltrisb's profile picture urgirltrisb & I am Jǒmungandr 3 posts 14 followers 201 following 3. https://www.instagram.com/p/BADJwtSHtDn/?hl=en 4. 266,973 likes giseleThe change that we want to see in our world always starts with us. May this New Year bring more consciousness in the way we relate to each other, to ourselves, to nature and to the universe that surrounds us. #love #weareone #gratitude #happynewyear 🙏✨❤️As mudanças que queremos ver no mundo sempre começa em nós. Que este novo ano traga mais consciência na forma em que nos relacionamos uns com os outros, com nós mesmos, com a natureza e com todo universo que nos cerca #amor #nóssomosum #gratidão #felizanonovo mayara_ngrsPerfeita 😍 @vandelipeixoto marjoriecopruchinski@larifadel olivialiu1024❤️❤️❤️ lamagalhaesc@gabrielten zanjapennellope🙏🙏🙏🙏 gabisanchezlizano❤️ This photo Gis... Pura Vida!😍 iasmimgarib@juliacanjani nossa meta de foto pro ano que vem juliacanjani@iasmimgarib n saímos de lá enquanto a foto n sair perfeita irianax3@val_snell 358marina_ananda358you heart is beautiful👩🏼❤️ jroldan79Is this photo taken at Villa Ventanas in Dominical Costa Rica by any chance 🤔? kamilacenturiao@mariaduda.me @adriane.azevedo @pigliese07 bahare_maafi🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻Amin _mini0117_@goooood86 찍으러가자^^ 여기까지옴 ㅎㅎ lifestyle_gridwow ... gridoffashiongosh marcelo_mcastro💒 stylelamodeomg ! poesiadarua_@gabipellegrini_ adorei essa foto q a Gisele postou de você instajrdr2017Top 1 DIVINA!!! 😍💓💓💓💜 maayanpiscina👏👏👏👏💙💦 imsorrymandaPrimero de mi segundo aniversario feliz, lo siento por molestarte. Nunca te molesto o te pido nada. si puedes hacer 1 favor, por favor, por favor, por favor, hazle saber a Manda Soucy que lo siento mucho. Quiero tener con ella lo que tienes con @tombrady Por favor por favor por favor por favor por favor @gisele that's all I ask for again tell her let her know how truly sorry I am I miss her very much gerardderismajr unknownnamejr 🌄 whatever she wants I'll do it. again happy anniversary have a good night talitha.top@liviajando toda vez me confundo com sua foto da Bio parecida com essa 😍 fabio_vidal18@gisele fiz uma foto hoje inspirado em você, sei do tamanho amor que você tem pela natureza, pela vida, pela criação e também pelo Criador. Obrigado por nos representar. Parabéns e muito sucesso pra você, que Deus continue te iluminado e abençoando ricamente a sua vida. ❤️❤️❤️ JANUARY 2, 2016 ABOUT USSUPPORTPRESSAPI 5. https://www.instagram.com/p/BrIf5YtH36-/?hl=en 6. 264,736 likes tombradyOur sweet Benny, 9 years ago you were born and what a blessing you have been. You are such a beautiful, loving, sweet son that we always knew you would be! We are lucky parents to have you in our life and you always put a smile on everyone’s face when you are around! First present is some bigger boxing gloves because I can’t take those shots anymore! 🤣❤️💯 trurealmusic👑 jjd7007Happy Birthday Benny!! ❤️ mylife_in_jesusI bet that he sweet like his parents, happy belated birthday 🍰 🎁 🎂 and many more to come GOD bless! lali_macedo#freecyntoiabrown pamela_callahan💙 marthastevens9HAPPY BIRTHDAY BENNY 🎈🎆🎁🎄 nikkihowewow i feel old. tjsqueen0618He is so handsome..a sweet boy bundchen.giselleMy boy. rattytag87@elijahtfulkerson why parkerdiaz_@spencer_diaz to many more of daddy’s mouth kisses ! gito413Just wishing the baby 🐐 a Happy Birthday 🎂💯 claudiadhanaPequeno Principe😘😘 elijahtfulkerson@rattytag87 the old haircut you had cavery2762Happy Birthday Benny!! narvellcawleyHappy Birthday! Benny !! You don’t know me.. I watch the Patriots every game they play. Big fan of your dad.. and all Patriots are awesome.. c.j.brennanNow that he’s nine, please stop kissing him on the lips. sports4life722Did u make out with him sports4life722@maxstickney2 why would u want to be kissed on the mouth rita_teixeirazt🇧🇷🇧🇷🇧🇷🇧🇷👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻 jo.sephine8622😂 marie.e.e040😍😍 dalewn_18how many birthday kisses did daddy give you mraphan@itsn8thagr8 😂😂😂 unknown28qL unknown28qL unknown28qL unknown28qL unknown28qL philadelphia_eaglesfanpage_11Spoils rich kid patsforlife.12Happy birthday Benny!!!👏 anthonycilladii bet he got a bunch of birthday kisses @steggy99 donnajean74Sorry but this kid is ugly i_garza11Kid ugly af connoranglesteinYou like to kiss him kevin.fowlerr88God Bless✝️ morrismarkaHappy Birthday Benny. You’re the Top Cat, Benny the Ball js197894Happy 9th Birthday Benny! js197894❤️ alex.stanzIs he playing football? tylerdowney._How long was the birthday kiss dorancedosYou kissed your son you wie dorancedosBut you mounted Giselle so all good antknee1234Nice picture ross.yoyo34Did u kiss him on the lips yet??? saletelayane❤️ jack_geieryall should make out again mkmajdd@mhash23 why man DECEMBER 8 7. philadelphia_eaglesfanpage_11Spoils rich kid 8. https://www.instagram.com/p/Bqqi8GJn75o/?hl=en 9. marleneghedinLindaaaa😘😘 donnajean74Gisele is a fucking freak. Her book is as fake as she is. Go back to Brazil 10. _aaronfbhow do you feel south park calls her a man 😂 11. 168,503 likes tombradyI’m so proud of you my Love, @gisele whose book, LESSONS is officially a #1 bestseller in Brazil! I love you for many reasons, but your love for helping others through your own experience is at the top! Congratulations. Your family loves you so much! 🇧🇷❤️🙏🏼 ___nishat__🔥🔥 gloriamariaphotography🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷 imoutchea215Your wife is hot Tom✊ yengastudillo@tombrady is it available worldwide? yengastudillo@gisele is your book available worldwide? susuandsani@gisele you have the most beauti wife in the world annapp_ribeiroQue foto. .. queeee legenda!!!!!❤️❤️❤️❤️ eumarcosabreuLindaaaaa amo vc flavia.regisshGisele você é linda, seu coração é lindo, tenho orgulho de ser Brasileira e saber que lá fora existe alguém como você, sua história me emocionou muito, já era sua fã, mas depois de ler seu livro sou fã não somente da Gisele modelo, mas da Gisele fora das passarelas, obrigada por dividir conosco sua linda história ❤️ o Brasil te ama day_frgwlSo cut 😍😍😍😍 _aaronfbhow do you feel south park calls her a man 😂 vicctorfeitosa@drjiujiteiraspicy actually the book is written in English too! hotguyscarryingchristmastreesMaybe @gisele could get a good pick of you being one on the #hotguyscarryingchristmastrees?? 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Three non fiction books in a row is typically not my genre, but I’m enjoying this run of books. andreia2634Bela e talentosa 💛💙😍👏 _bihsousaMeta de relação 😍 espaco_linda_unhasdefibraMaravilhosa espaco_linda_unhasdefibra1 do brasil daniloczardasilvaLogo mais eu compro keyvion69@gisele good morning madam.with all due respect you are very very a beautiful woman . keep up the good work and maybe you come out with clothing line some day for the ladies ella.trus9Congratulations brettwilliambenjamin1HI AFTER TOM INTRODUCES ME TO YOU bekapuca❤️❤️❤️ dog.297Cool book. Great cans. Vote rat 🐀 king 🤴🏼 at tfatk.com _nicovillalobosdid you cheat on your wife too michaelcassidy508You guys are truly amazing liliaanneves🇧🇷🇧🇷👏❤️ curly5qeEllen awesome!Candid and informative. rsonyob🇧🇷🇧🇷🇧🇷🇧🇷🇧🇷💚❤️ marinasilbezerraLindaaaaaa 💞 rita_teixeirazt🇧🇷🇧🇷🇧🇷🇧🇷 fatima_neves_77❤️❤️🇧🇷🇧🇷 marleneghedinLindaaaa😘😘 donnajean74Gisele is a fucking freak. Her book is as fake as she is. Go back to Brazil jorr1013@tommypicks11 @hannah10145 ricofetti❤️❤️❤️ ilmaguima@gio.afonso o olho dela brilha tanto olha, ela é muita luz! 46foryoungerShe’s hot best Victoria Secret model ever #facts💯 medeirossmanu😍 larissa.zadorojuoiMiss universo 💖 noemiaoulikianOur star shine here!😍 evamariasofiaU 2 ❤️❤️❤️! @gisele @tombrady NOVEMBER 26 12. https://www.instagram.com/p/Brlt7QJArW-/?hl=en 13. https://www.instagram.com/p/BqkT5L8heRW/?hl=en 14. https://www.instagram.com/p/BksPgI3h6Z0/?hl=en 15. giseleWe see in the world what we carry in our heart. ✨🌈✨ Nós vemos no mundo o que carregamos no coração. sweet_436Gt sweet_436Gt sweet_436Gt nature.huji123❤❤❤🙄 tzengwenkao👍👍👍👍👍👍👍❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️👏👏👏👏👏👏👏 osemprepositivoWoww, que arco-íris lindoooo!!!!! enayatyqatar💙💙💙 vanderleirordriguPaisagem linda kwreport🌟🌟 #heavenly 🌟🌟 estelammouraSocorro misericórdia Gisele leia até o final. OBS: NÃO VOU DESISTIR ATÉ QUE ALGUÉM OUÇA MEU GRITO DE SOCORRO. Querida Gisele desculpe a invasão e o incômodo mas você é minha última esperança, minha casa está correndo risco de desabamento somos pobres mal temos dinheiro pra comer não temos a quem recorrer e nem para onde ir. Já procuramos os órgãos públicos da cidade mas faltaram nos enxotar, já mandei um monte de carta para programas de televisão, já mandei mensagens para um monte de artistas ninguém se quer leu minha história. agora por último fiz 2 vaquinhas virtual e imploro que você me ajude a divulgar essas vaquinhas pra eu arrecadar algum dinheiro pra arrumar minha casa. O meu desespero é tanto que amarrei um fio de aço no teto do meu quarto pra tirar minha própria vida de tanto sofrimento. Misericórdia me ajuda. Mandei mensagem e fotos no seu direct e você também pode visitar o meu perfil. tatianandreolimaravilhoso swetik_swetikowaВаауу!!😍😍 flavioiranlacerda@gisele 🙏❤️ pavel.demianovVery interesting performance pavel.demianovYes 😌 pavel.demianovVery 🌈❤️🕊 handoverzzI really like it cleonilsoncosmeAmei❤ travessurasdogui🙏🙏🙏❤️❤️❤️ laissilveiira😍😍 mihimah_Absolutely magical moment 🙏✨💛 atiyanfar❤️❤️❤️😍😍😍 baylife_beach_couture♥️😍 joiasedurizzo😱😱😱 JULY 1 16. https://www.instagram.com/p/BenbR7NlKYy/?hl=en 17. 684,600 likes giseleHow special that we get to experience this Super Blood Blue Moon Eclipse!! It’s an important time to be positive and focus our energy on building and manifesting our dreams. If you have been on auto-pilot now is a time to get out of your comfort zone, start a new project, take a leap of faith. This moon brings us the opportunity for great change and its powerful energy will support us in achieving our goals. 🌕🙏🏼 🌍Quão especial poder presenciar o eclipse da Super Lua azul de sangue!! É um momento importante para se manter positivo e concentrar nossa energia em construir e manifestar nossos sonhos. Se você estiver no piloto automático, agora é um momento para sair da sua zona de conforto, começar um novo projeto, dar um salto de fé. Esta lua nos traz a oportunidade de grandes mudanças e sua poderosa energia nos ajudará a atingir nossos objetivos. wwmumI adore this photo ♥️ miriamsorolla🖤🌚🕉😘 saiaempoderadaVc é Maravilhosa!!! Orgulho de te ter representando nosso país!!! Estava precisando ler isso hj!!! Continue nos transformando e nos transbordando de amor e Fé!!! Obrigada!!! harish_jaladi😘😍 mehmettor8181🌝💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙 looooooooooooooooooooooooowe💙💙😘😘💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙🌝 fabiolapv_21O céu é o limite!!!!!!!.... andreamdepetrillo😍 😍 😍 😍 nutri_patymenezesE o céu será sempre o limite😍😍😍😍😍 ana07camaraGi, só Deus te explica!! Abençoada de Deus!!( Te amo💗💜💋💛🎶💙🙏💋💋💋 esteticadanistyling@joarabeauty faz uma foto dessa com o João ❤️❤️❤️❤️😍😍😍😍 esteticadanistylingCombina com vcs dois @joarabeauty fitafezan@gisele HAPPY MOTHERS DAaaaaY 🤗🤗🤗😊, enjoy enjoy, @tombrady want to know Victories Secret, lol, Gisele was gonna have babies with TOM BRADY 😆😂😂🤗🤗🤗✊🏾, Happy Mothers Day luv, you 2 enjoy the day.. #StayBlessed ML 4 Life #GodGood ✊🏾🙏🏾.. vivichen0628it looks so fake! yasmerlo@lara.melodia frases_de_chrisvaldoAponta pro meu @cu frases_de_chrisvaldoHahahahah frases_de_chrisvaldoTô chapadão @odontoplutao frases_de_chrisvaldoHahahahahahah prideofinfinity@evilinka this pic made me teary eyed 🍀 super excited to have my family one day and we can take pics like this with our little one’s 💫🌟 dan_joseph_architects🏆 ileinamariecastelAmazing! I’m so grateful that you’re sharing positive awareness! So many people are remembering 🌙✨ maquiadoraclaudyaalessandraOlá @gisele Se você soubesse quantas vezes eu mandei magm pra tanta gente famoso da mídia,fui em shows,mandei cartas, emails e ninguém me ajudou,então vim aqui te implorar por favor me ajuda construir meu ateliê de maquiagem,sou cega do meu olho direito,uso uma lente preta pra disfarçar o branco que ficou pois fiquei cega, perdi a visão em um acidente quando caí com rosto encima de uma pedra ponta aguda q furou a córnea,sinto dores todo dia,perdi vários emprego pq sinto dores e isso me atrapalhava,pq meu olho lacrimeja e incha,foi aí então que decidi trabalhar pra mim,e me encontrei e me apaixonei no mundo da maquiagem,por favor eu imploro me ajuda. modeltraveling❤️❤️❤️❤️✨ ana2971paula😍💖 JANUARY 31 18. https://www.instagram.com/p/BdbNTaoFreG/?hl=en 19. 708,097 likes giseleWhat a great beginning to the New Year with a Super Moon!!! I have a feeling this is going to be a great one! May this bright light illuminate our hearts, our minds and our souls. May this New Year bring more love, more peace, more compassion, more unity and more consciousness. May we all be the change we wish to see in the world.#happynewyear #sharinglove #supermoonincancer 💫🌕🙏✨Que começo de ano especial com uma Super Lua !!! Tenho a sensação de que ele será ótimo! Que esta luz brilhante ilumine nossos corações, nossas mentes e nossas almas. Que este Ano Novo traga mais amor, paz, compaixão, união e consciência. Que possamos ser a mudança que desejamos ver no mundo. #felizanonovo #compartilhandoamor #superluaemcancer nolurij1104Artist and amazing soul...lightness of being...😘 theo_paschoal❤️ _dstardust_@nuria_sscdias lourenagenovez💫✨💛💙💛✨💫 oricardobozoQue linda Gi patrickpower1964Thanks for sharing this Gisele....Beautiful 😀❤❤👍 monalisaacessoriosJúlia. mayer. Fetosa. Moura monalisaacessoriosUm. Beijo❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️ monalisaacessorios😻😻 danyrs20@gisele foto show 😚💛 christiasurfBela 💞 martins.lorena@sheyla.drmartins você tirou uma foto igualzinha essa não foi ? 😂😂😂😂😂 sheyla.drmartins@martins.lorena meu sonho! luiza___s2❤❤ karinajametGracias! rochisilveiraTe amo muito mikellysanttos5😍🌕 pooksideigI like the way you show dominates inGeneral dudavieira2010😍😍😍😍 maryrosyafrFoto linda. 👏👏👏👏🤗 jaunapalma🅱️🅰️ #desurdebrazil🇧🇷 🌹🙏🎯 valdicesouza_Que foto lindíssima 💘 tatygiuliani@bidu.andrade edilaine.j.sousaLinda! Eu amo a Lua. JANUARY 1 ABOUT 20. https://www.instagram.com/p/BUw7aBDFptx/?hl=en

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Birthday Story!! “Getting Back to You” (Part 1)

So this is a super belated birthday story for my friend Karma of @mymywhataninterestingsight . They are a fabulous writer and I recommend you show them some love. The story was a bit longer than expected so it’s under the cut. Happy birthday, Karma!!!

Hot metal floors, a single light like a flat picture of a dying yellow moon placed in the center of the ceiling. The walls are all black, the large door that seals them looks like a vault door. They’re valuable alright, living breathing pieces of merchandise that will sell big in a dark corner of the universe. Fifty beings varying in species and size have been crammed into the tight small room. It made the air hot and bodies sticky as they sat tangling and overlapping one another.

Ella sits in the center of the room, legs crossed and fingers interlocking with legs and bodies pressing in around her. Her purple hair and light lavender skin is dipped in the yellow hue of the light above her. Her wind swept locks twist and turn their way down to the lower half of her back. A gray metal collar clamps itself around her neck with matching cuffs around her wrists. She’s not the only one in the room with the power inhibitors on, but unlike the others, she has an odd air of calm about her.

“Do you really think you can get us out?” A woman sits across from Ella with blue skin and two large red horns that slope down the back of her head like hair would. She peers at the woman.

Ella opens her eyes. They’re all dressed in baggy gray body suits, but on the lanky blue female it looks as if she could be swallowed whole at any moment.

“I know I can,” Ella’s voice is clear, determined. A spark jumps from the collar around her neck. “I’m not about to let myself get sold. I have someone waiting for me at home.”

“You do?” Most of the figures shift their attention onto her.

Teal eyes gain a twinkle to them and fingers fiddle with a dark colored ring that has been braided into a strand of her hair. “Her name is Emily, and she is the most wonderful and amazing wife I could ever ask for. She’s a species called a kKtsune so she has these really soft fox ears and the fluffiest tail. She really likes when I play with it…*ahem*…anyway, she’s strong and compassionate and wicked smart. She even saved my life the day we met, and looking back now, I was hooked from the start. I like the feel of her skin on my fingertips and lips, getting lost in her eyes, her body next to mine when we sleep, and how her hand seems to fit so perfectly in mine. She feels so right. I will love her till my very last breath and even longer after that.”

She chuckles, deep purple painting her cheeks. “I know I’ve given too much personal information, but I want you guys to know just how much I love my Emily. They’ve taken my powers, my utility belt, and even my personal clothes, but they haven’t taken my mind or my ring. Lucky for all of us, I’m very resourceful and so is my wife. I will get us out of here and I will be with her again.”

She’;s going do it. She going to find a way out. That or she will die trying. Those slave traders made one mistake when they targeted her and took her away. They chose to take her on the anniversary of her wedding and while she was in the middle of a video chat with her wife. Their crimes will never ever be forgiven.