#Saoirse is such a little darling I love her

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I WANT INFO DETAILS SYNOPSIS EVERYTHING ABOUT ALL OF YOYR WIPS NOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW /lh ofcofc

YES YOUR HONOR ON IT IMMEDIATELY

I'M A BAD BITCH YOU CAN'T KILL ME- Meliodas childhood fic, the one I just updated

There is love that doesn't have a place to rest- Artoria backstory, how she married the DK + why she stays

I will beg your forgiveness, but love, I don't deserve it- Your exchange fic! Assassin Ellie x Mercenary Mel

On first and fierce affirming sight (of sunlight, sunlight, sunlight)- My one and only Geldris fic. Honestly can't believe I didn't name this one after cherry wine. You know, the song with the blood. For the vampire.

Going unknown (as any angel to me)- Unposted Elizabeth 7:1 fic, emphasis on her healing and journey with magic

If I could hold you for a minute, darling, i'd go through it again- The last fic in the only series i have, I cried while writing this one ngl. not like a few shed tears, i fucking wept

And it's worth it, it's divine- Meliodas being introduced to Drole and Gloxinia. Probably my only fluff.

The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine- THIS one is the unposted Elizabeth healing one. Unless I have two? Oh my god, I have two of them.

Under heavy skies in the rain, you're dancing in bare feet- Fae AU. The one I've wanted to update since I posted it. Yeah, that one.

Skinning the children for a war-drum- Demon slayer fic! Centered on Nezuko, I pretty much abandoned this and I feel bad.

My sanctuary (you're holy to me)- Meliodas whump. Dude, I have never had a plot come as quickly and easily as this one did. I had so much fun writing this.

All that we intend is scrawled in sand- Zeldris angst. What more is there to say?

Emotional support goddess/human/who knows- Elizabeth giving the sins therapy. I think it's one of the first things I ever posted, on ao3 at least.

Forgive me for what I'm not, and never will be- Alluka-centric HXH fic. Cute little one shot, not much else to say.

There is love in our madness- One of my favorite fics I've ever written. This is the one where Mel and Ellie meet on the mountain and bond, and it's also where I came up with Saoirse!

And then there's also two original works that I haven't touched in almost two years, but I started them in elementary school. Fun fact, I actually got flagged on my school's computer screening thing because of the amount of gore in it. It was so fucking funny.

[likesummerrainn]

tagged by the darling @m00sebaby! rules: post 10 of your favorite comfort movies and then tag 10 people (i can't promise ten people but i CAN promise ten movies!)

In no particular order:

The Brothers Bloom (2008) surprise surprise right? I watched this first in 2012 while going through Mark Ruffalo's filmography and I fell in love with it then and is one movie that just always kinda stuck in the back of my mind all these years. I rewatched it a couple of nights ago since I'm now going through Adrien Brody's filmography and I am happy to confirm that I was right in 2012. Best movie ever tbh I'm obsessed. It's also a Rian Johnson film and i just love that i loved his movies before i even knew it.

See How They Run (2022) It's a whodunnit! There's nothing I love more than a clever little one-off whodunnit! Sam Rockwell does an English accent Saoirse Ronan is so fun and keeps her own accent Adrien Brody is a sleaze bag it's based around an Agatha Christie story it's literally everything I'd want in a movie??? Truly don't think anyone cared about this movie as much as I do which is kinda funny I won't lie

Howl's Moving Castle (2004) Even if no one else got me i know Howl's Moving Castle got me. I watched this movie for the first time last year while i was sick and it has been a comfort ever since!

Far From The Madding Crowd (2015) Everyone has a Period Piece that is Theirs. and this one is mine! Literally my favorite period movie ever I know everyone talks about pride and prejudice but THIS movie man!!!!!!!!!!!!! Wish i had more to coherently say about it but I don't all I can say is Matthias Schoenaerts.

Oceans 8 (2018) Listen. This is the best movie of the Oceans franchise. This one and Oceans 11 are the best okay. I dunno I just adore Sandra Bullock and Anne Hathaway in this movie specifically!!!!

Birds of Prey (2020) BEST SUPERHERO MOVIE EVER TO BE COMPLETELY HONEST!!!! The beginning of my love for Margot Robbie! It's just SO fun and SO exciting and I just think all comic movies should be this bright and fun and exciting and silly.

Logan Lucky (2017) Heist movies remain the best kind of movies. It's literally the FUNNIEST movie I've seen in a long time my mom and I can't stop quoting it.

Bullet Train (2022) Everyone said this was a shit movie but I can't hear them over how hard I laugh every time I watch it like is it stupid??? sure yeah but is it hilarious???? absolutely!!!! Also. Hiroyuki Sanada and Andrew Koji. That is all.

Young Frankenstein (1974) Literally. Best movie ever made. Funniest movie ever made. There's nothing else to say

John Wick 3: Parabellum (2019) It's my favorite of the franchise tbh? I've watched this one more than the others cause I just love this one the most

Tagging! @roderickstrong @werewolves @red-dipshit @saltydornishman @krischamplander

and anybody else who would like to do it! i'm always looking for new movies to watch

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Yasss!! I’m so glad you liked it. The director Charlotte Wells and producer of the film Barry Jenkins did a q&a after the movie in LA that was really great. Hearing her story about the movie and her dad was so sweet! I agree, no win but I’m so happy he was nominated. Can’t wait to see him with Saoirse Ronan (Foe), Josh O’Connor (History of Sound) and Andrew Scott (Strangers). I think he’s really choosing some great roles. I hope the Gladiators rumor was true cause that would be awesome! It’ll be a box off hit for sure and really put him as a household name. He won’t be the indie darling/hidden gem after that. Also, Brian tyree hill💜 I’m diving into causeway this weekend. ☮️

CHARLOTTE WELLS SHOULD’VE BEEN NOMINATED FOR BEST DIRECTOR. 😩😩😩

And I haven’t seen Women Talking yet but the buzz and outrage alone tells me Sarah Polley also deserved a nomination. I’ll stay bitter about it forever. But that’s a whole other discussion.

God bless Barry Jenkins and A24, I’ve loved what this studio has done for Horror but as a whole it just DELIVERS. Aftersun is so good, it really resonated with me on a personal level. Such a strong performance from Paul, so much more subtle than the other nominees. Also agree on his involvement with Gladiator! How exciting for him. Oh! And I remember you sent me a link for the sequel announcement but I didn’t get the chance to answer. I noticed Gladiator was added to Netflix at the same time that news came out. I’ll need to give it a rewatch, I’m sure it still holds up. With Paul involved, my expectations have definitely been raised!

Looking forward to seeing Causeway for BTH too. Aftersun put me in the mood for another good drama so I’ll try to watch tomorrow or Saturday.

I have to say I gave Triangle of Sadness a try and didn’t gel with it. It seemed, on the surface, like it had all the aesthetics of a Wes Andersen film without the charm. Idk, I’m going to really have to sit down with it again to see if maybe I’ll appreciate it more on a second viewing.

Thank you for sharing your thoughts as always, ☮️ anon. I’ll keep sharing as I chip away at the Oscar nominees too. 🤓🍿

[denimbex1986]

'Oppenheimer star Florence Pugh has been impressing cinema-goers for years now, but her rise is set to continue.

Florence Pugh was cast in her first movie at the age of 17 and received a nomination for a BAFTA Rising Star Award just a few years later. Her roles have ranged from period dramas to horror movies and superhero action films.

Among her most notable roles are those in Midsommar and Marvel's Black Widow. In Christopher Nolan’s upcoming movie Oppenheimer, Pugh plays the role of Jean Tatlock, J. Robert Oppenheimer’s love interest. The film also stars Cillian Murphy, Emily Blunt, Matt Damon, Robert Downey Jr. and more.

Below, we’ve taken a look at everything you need to know about Florence Pugh.

How old is Florence Pugh?

Florence was born on 3 January, 1996, making her 27. For those interested in horoscopes, that makes her a Capricorn.

Where is Florence Pugh from?

The 27-year-old Little Women and Black Widow star grew up in the UK, though she often has fans believing she’s from the US. Florence is well known for her ability to put on accents for her different roles, including her very convincing American accent.

Florence really is British, having been born and raised in Oxford. Apparently, she hasn’t convinced many people of that so far though. Florence addressed the issue on the Off Menu Podcast with James Acaster and Ed Gamble earlier this year.

When host James praised the accent she’d 'put on' during the podcast, Florence said: "Well, I can do northern quite easily. My gran is from Grimsby so I grew up taking the p***out of my grandad."

She added: "So many people think I’m American. Then when I do things publicly, like if I present an award or I’m on a stage talking, they’re like, 'That is the fakest English accent I have ever heard. What do you think I... how... what?"

She also added: "Sometimes when I’ve done Instagram Stories, [they’re] like, 'Oh my god, Florence Pugh sounds like she’s doing an accent,' and I’m like no, that is me. That’s literally me. So sorry."

What has Florence Pugh been in?

Florence starred in The Falling with Game Of Thrones actress Maisie Williams in 2014, a mystery film about a boarding school. In 2016 she starred in Lady Macbeth, which won her huge acclaim, and several awards.

She starred in the 2018 BBC drama The Little Drummer Girl, opposite Alexander Skarsgård, and then went on to play an amateur wrestler in 2019's Fighting With My Family, before starring in horror Midsommar. Also in 2019, she played Amy March in Greta Gerwig's adaptation of Little Women, opposite Saoirse Ronan and Meryl Streep.

Pugh also co-starred with Harry Styles in the Olivia Wilde-directed Don't Worry Darling in 2022.'

[kokorowoutsu]

-- Ashe: Pokemon Nicknames

Ashe doesn’t have a set naming scheme for her pokemon so it just depends on what she’s feeling like at the time.

NOTE: These are the names of the pokemon I have leveled to lvl 100 and use in my games, lmao.

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Lucky (Sylveon) was given to her partner in a cruel context and was named Unlucky at first. Ashe, as a child, is under the assumption growing up she is lucky to be born because her own mother didn’t want her and dumped her on her grandmother, Victoria, and Unlucky was just unlucky to be stuck with her. The name was modified by her grandmother to Lucky because in reality, both are lucky to have found one another as partnerships like that don’t come along too often, and many years down the road from that miserable child, Ashe now reflects heavily on the fact that she was lucky to have this little Sylveon stick with her from the very beginning, and so all in all... his name is very fitting.

Saoirse (Primarina) is named after a movie Ashe came to love as one of the main characters is a Selkie, a mythological creature in Galarian folklore. The name itself means ‘Freedom’.

Merlin (Delphox) is named ironically after more Galarian folklore -- this time, Arthurian Legend. Ashe found it fitting considering Delphox are said to be able to manipulate magic and see the past and future with their flames. The name Merlin itself is derived from Myrddin and means “Sea Fortress”.

Mirage (Absol) was named for the fact she was a blur on the battlefield during an attempt at catching her -- in total it took three times and three Pokemon Center tries before Mirage yielded.

Mononoke (Kanto Ninetales) was named once again after a movie Ashe loved and she found it fitting considering its meaning. Not to mention Mononoke has the personality of a troll online and lives for the chaos. The name or word Mononoke is used to described spirits that are vengeful and like to cause death and torment.

Omen (Frosmoth) was going to be called something else, but after seeing her pass under a full moon and how pretty she was and considering butterflies are seen as agents of the underworld and what not, the name Omen seemed appropriate as Ashe almost did die in Galar from an illness.

Trixie (Mismagius) is a simple name Ashe came up with that she thought would fit the Mismagius and it suits her well. The name Trixie means “Bringer Of Joy” or can be used as a generic name for most ghost-type pokemon.

Mia (Delcatty) was given to her by Leon as a baby Skitty. Full of energy, Ashe had trouble coming up with a name at first, but it was Morgan watching a movie one night that settled on the name as it was simple and easy to remember. The name Mia means “Mine” in Paldean and is used as a term of endearment such as “Darling, Dear”. (NOTE: Mia is also the name of one of my cats and the story of it goes my mom was watching Mama Mia and I decided on it because I am incredibly indecisive about pet names, whoops.)

Nova (Ceruledge) was named just because the name sounded cool. The name itself can just be taken from ‘Supernova’.

Logan (Liepard) was named originally going to be named Storm but after inspiration from passing by a food place... well... and also it is the name of a movie character that Ashe likes to let people believe he’s named after (it’s better then the real reason). The name Logan means “Log or Little Hollow” in Crown Tundrian. (NOTE: The story is true and it’s also the name of my oldest cat!)

Loch (Lapras) was named for a place in Galar that Lapras tend to frequent and supposedly where they nest and breed in great quantities.

Oberon (Galar Rapidash) was named after the King of the Fae in stories Morgan used to tell her and after the fact he carries himself so regally. The name Oberon means “Noble and Bear-like” and comes from the play A Midsummer Night’s Dream.

Vision (Hisui Braviary) was named after a movie and comic book character Ashe was into at the time of her Hisui adventure but it’s also fitting because he’s a psychic-type and sends pictures to communicate telepathically.

Joker (Floragato) was named after the protagonist of a game Ashe had played sometime before going to Paldea. She thought the name fit his spunky nature.

Piper (Daschbun) was named for her spunky nature and the need to always be on the go. She was originally going to be named Soleil but Morgan insisted on something simpler, and so... Piper was chosen. The name Piper means “Pipe Player or Flute Player” in Galarian. (NOTE: It’s the name of my dog and the story is true too!)

Benedikta or ‘Benny’ (Benthic Milotic) was named after Ashe thought he was female but turned out to be male. It’s also a name from a video game she had recently got done playing.

Kumiko (Garchomp) was already named when she took her home. Her name can translate loosely to “eternal companion”. She’s called Kumi for short.

[careful-pyromancer]

*bursts down door* HELLO I AM HERE TO ASK YOU ABOUT YOUR OCS

Feel free to talk about:

1) Noxys/Gwen

2) Lucy/anyone from the ghost squad

3) Rat girl

4) Sparrow/anyone from their friend group

5) literally anyone, I am here for it!

Some starter questions (feel free to wander off): their sleeping habits, how they eat and what is their perfect meal is like (family dinner, dining out with friends, curled up in the corner of a forest gobbling up some mice, etc), their fashion sense or absence of one

OH THE TIME HAS COME FOR ME TO ANSWER THIS BC I AM SO SO STRESSED RN

1. Noxys actually has an okay fashion sense, she usually wears neutral tones and then a cloak made out of her own feathers if it's cold or rainy. She's used to just eating random edible flowers since they're most convenient (Gwyn finds this worrying)

2. Lucy my darling!!! she loves wearing cute little dresses and typical little girl stuff. Saoirse usually cooks her meals. she sleeps from sunset to sunrise, as long as it's not winter. She usually drags Wolfgang and Okiku amd Foxtrot into a snuggle pile

3. Eden/402 my absolute beloved. she doesn't know when the last time she ate was. she's not familiar with the concept of food bc energy is just like injected into her. even after escape 402 only wears plain jumpsuits or sweats and a tank top/ t-shirt. she never takes her hair out of a pony tail.

4. Jedediah has a demon in his house and that's why he's almost never home. also he 100% thinks sparrow is a faerie and no one has told him otherwise yet LMAOOO

5. I think Taliesin and Elijah need some love so im talking about them now. Elijah usually only eats small meals/only runs on coffee since he can photosynthesis like a plant. Taliesin does not have that luxury so he eats 3 meals a day (he's a hearty boy) Taliesin (unsuprisingly) wears very vibrant and flamboyant clothing, his favorite fit is a tunic and dress pants made out of the sunset. Elijah is a bit more simple, he usually wears a dress shirt, tie, coat of some sort, and then trousers and dress shoes.

[syrenigelida]

Saorise joins the circus troupe after she is granted a cryo vision. Instead of being a princess amongst Seraphina’s court they wanted to be a harlequin. She uses her catalyst to make snow bunny constructs as part of her act. 

[gracefulsunflower]

CONTRARY - FINN SHELBY X READER; PART 41

PUBLISHED: 16/07/2022

Part 1

MASTERLIST

TAGLIST

THIRD PERSON'S POV

You spritzed the vinegar in the spray bottle over your mirror, Saoirse wiping it up with newspaper. You and Saoirse giggled and giggled as you got the bottle of rubbing alcohol and dipped the cotton swab in it, writing your message for Finn onto the mirror, Saoirse grabbing her own cotton bud and dipping it into the liquid, drawing pictures to decorate around the message.

You worked quickly, then headed downstairs, shushing each other as you snuck back through your bedroom, trying your best not to wake Finn up as you headed downstairs and into the kitchen, starting up on breakfast.

Finn woke up to the smell of bacon cooking, which made his stomach rumble. He headed into the bathroom, turning the hot water on at the sink, washing his face and hands. He didn't like cold water, even in summer. It always had to be hot.

He went to look at himself in the mirror, but noticed the words in the fog on the glass.

'Happy Father's Day!

Thank you for everything you do for this family.

We wouldn't be here without you.

With love from,

(Y/N), Saoirse, Finn Junior,

Daisy, Duke, Charlotte,

Tuck, the chickens, and the twins'

Finn grinned widely as he read the last bit. You were having twins. Polly and Esmeralda saw it in a dream. You, surprisingly, had no dreams about your babies. It was everyone else.

Finn headed downstairs, already in a good mood. His good mood became lifted when he saw you and Saoirse arranging pancakes on a plate, everything already set out on the dining table. You looked over at your husband, and your eyes lit up at the sight of him.

"Good morning, my darling," You greeted, coming around the table and walking to him, hugging him the best you could with your stomach in the way.

"Good morning, my love," Finn replied, then placed a chaste kiss on your lips.

Saoirse gagged at the pair of you, making you chuckle as Finn pulled away.

"Good morning to you, little miss," Finn said, and Saoirse hummed in reply, mouth full with some of the strawberries that were meant to go on top of the pancakes.

Finn knelt down, placing a kiss on your very prominent bump and saying good morning to his 'daughters'. You were now at the beginning of your third trimester. Only a couple more months and they would be here, in your arms. Finn was excited — nervous, but mainly excited.

"We don't know if they're girls, Finn," You sighed exasperatedly, slightly annoyed with the way he insisted that they were girls.

"I feel it in my gut," He replied as he guided you over to the table, pulling out chairs for you and Saoirse before sitting down himself.

"I want girls too," Saoirse agreed, and Finn high-fived the girl, making you roll your eyes at the pair as you started filling a plate with food.

"I want healthy babies," You said simply, but you were hoping for boys.

Boys that could look out for their younger siblings. Boys that could be a good big brother, like Bonnie is to you.

“Well we already have two sons, let’s hope these two are girls to even it up, aye bubbas?” Finn said, rubbing your bump at the end of his sentence.

Finn felt a jolt under his hand, and beamed a million dollar smile.

“Are the babies kicking?” Saoirse asked hurriedly, leaving her French toast in favour of putting one hand on your stomach too.

“Medium Bee just kicked me,” Finn confirmed, making you snort and roll your eyes.

Since you were the original Bee, your babies were ‘Medium Bee’ (the more active twin, they kicked and moved more) and ‘Small Bee’ (the less active twin, they just relaxed — they moved, but not as much as medium bee, and their kicks and hits seemed to be less stronger). Saoirse, with the wonderful way her mind worked, came up with the nicknames first, and you and your husband followed suit.

Saoirse squealed in delight as she felt your stomach move under her hand, making you smile. Your husband retracted his hand and started eating his breakfast, your sister doing the same.

•••

You mixed the pasta salad around, getting ready to take it outside. Everyone was at your house for lunch once more. You had bought a dining set to have outside, so you didn’t have to drag your dining table outside all of the time. The outside one was much larger than your inside one, and sat on the porch, getting carried down the stairs and sat on the grass when needed.

“Everything ready, ladies?” Polly asked, and you all gave her words of confirmation.

“Well, let’s go then!” She said, clapping her hands then picking up the tray of cooked meat.

You grabbed the pasta salad, putting the bowl on your stomach, and giggling at how it balanced there, taking a few careful steps before Ezzie scolded you for playing with the food. You rolled your eyes, but grabbed it properly anyway, taking it outside and placing it on the table.

“Here she is! Woman of the hour!” Arthur said, raising his bottle of whiskey when he saw you, making you chuckle at the tipsy man.

“How’s Artie and Will?” He asked, referring to your twins.

“They’re fine and they’re not being named after you,” You replied, making him roll his eyes jokingly.

You didn’t know what the twins would be named yet.

“I just thought, being Finn’s favourite brother and all, that I’d get them named after myself,” Arthur said, moving his hands around in his drunken rambles.

Linda elbowed her husband and hissed a ‘shut up!’ to him.

Finn frowned, and took a sip of his glass of water. Arthur wasn’t his favourite brother. John was. Arthur knew that, and even though his eldest brother was joking, the words didn’t sting any less.

“Here’s an idea; you have yourself another baby with your wife and name him Arthur,” You snarked, sitting down next to your husband.

Finn placed a hand on your knee and squeezed it, a silent thank you, then started putting food on a plate for himself, then for you, making sure to stay away from anything that set off your ‘anytime sickness’. Saoirse was doing her own, now closer to nine than eight and wanting to do everything for herself.

You tried to focus on lunch and the conversation, but you knew that after everything was cleaned you’d be seeing the nursery for the first time, Finn promising to let you see it. Finn had started doing up the upstairs guest bedroom for the nursery, moving everything from that bedroom up to the attic. Finn wouldn’t let you see the nursery, even going so far as to lock the door so you couldn’t go in. You were annoyed, but excited.

After the other women cleaned everything up (you got out of clean up duties do to your baby bump), and everyone either went home or started relaxing either in the living room, garden, or guest bedrooms, Finn took you upstairs, covering your eyes as he lead you to the nursery door. He guided you to find the doorknob, and you twisted it, pushing the door open.

“And — open,” He commanded as he took your hands off of your eyes.

The wall in front of you had been repainted — a light blue. The rest were still a faint, barely there yellow. A rainbow with clouds on each sides had been painted on the wall, the window in the middle of the rainbow. In front of the two clouds were two cribs, each of them with a mobile. There was a chest of drawers in between the cribs.

Down to your right, there was a big, red armchair with a footstool, a bookshelf with baby books and stuffed toys on it between that and the crib on the wall adjacent. There was a change table closer to you, a bin next to it. On the floor, in the middle of the room, was a light grey rug. In front of you, next to the crib, was a rocking chair. Finn put his hand under your chin, and gently tilted your head so you were looking up at the roof. Your jaw dropped.

The roof was painted black, with yellow stars. A crescent moon sat near the light.

“Do you like it?” Finn asked softly, scared that you wouldn’t and all of his effort would be for naught.

“Oh, Finn — it’s perfect,” You gasped, tears filling your eyes and threatening to fall.

Your husband grinned, leaning down and kissing you on the temple.

“Finn,” You began, going and sitting in the red armchair — which was quite comfy, if you were being honest.

“Yes, my love?” He replied, coming to sit in front of you on the footstool.

You placed your hands on your stomach, a habit you gained in the past six months.

“What did you want to name our babies? And don’t just say girl names,” You warned as you took off your necklace, making the corner of his lips turn up.

“I like Elizabeth or Polly for a girl,” Finn answered, then added, “John or Isaac for a boy. Something biblical. And sort of like Isiah’s name.”

You ‘awwed’ at your husband. You could definitely see your baby with those names.

“I like Isaac for a first name, but remember, Esme’s already got John Junior. What if we use John as a middle name?” You pondered as you slipped your wedding band onto your necklace, and Finn hummed.

“I want to name them Rosie or Ezra, if they’re a girl, and Finley or Elijah if they’re a boy. Not your name, but a variant of it,” You explained, and your husband nodded, racking his brain for where he heard that phrase before.

He chuckle once he figured it out. Your wedding day, when you were naming Finn Junior, his big baby boy.

“Finley,” Finn repeated, testing the name on his tongue.

He grunted in approval. It sounded nice. Finley John. Even better.

You gave the necklace to Finn, who held it above one side of your stomach, the side that Medium Bee sat in. He knew what you were doing. He’d seen it done in Johnny Dogg’s camp when he was younger.

He held his arm absolutely still, and the ring started swinging back and forth in a straight line. You and him watched it as it did so, mesmerised. He stopped the ring, then moved it to the other side of your stomach, over Little Bee, letting it swing again. Another straight line, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.

“Isaac Elijah doesn’t sound too bad, does it?” You asked, crinkling your nose up as your thought.

“No, it doesn’t,” Finn answered, feeling slightly dejected, but tried not to let it show.

“And Finley John. That’s a good name. A strong one,” You continued, tilting your head as your thought.

Finn chuckled as he undid the clasp on your necklace, placing your ring back on your finger gently, giving your hand a kiss, then putting your necklace back on you.

He stood up, then helped you out of the armchair. Instead of going and telling everyone the news of your discovery, you decided to go and have a nap, after a bathroom break of course.

Finn ended up with one less pillow than he would’ve liked, the pillow ending up supporting your stomach, but he didn’t mind. He dreamt good during his nap, dreaming of two little boys toddling after you in the garden, giggling and squealing as their feet got muddy.

§§§

The next chapter will be a doozy oof

I hope you all enjoyed this one :))

Love y’all ❤️

- Sunflower x

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Part 42

[unfortunate-arrow]

With Love

Note: Day 3 (Red) of @lifeofkaze’s Valentine’s Day Challenge

Summary: “These should include which houses Saoirse and Oisín were sorted into.” Or, Tadhg and Niamh are proud parents.

Setting: Dublin, September 1924

OCs Mentioned: Teddy Ellison [@cursebreakerfarrier], Gabriel Sapieha [@slytherindisaster]

The owl swooped down into the kitchen, clattering onto the thankfully empty table. She sighed, but moved to right the owl. The bird held out its leg, hooting mournfully as its big eyes blinked.

“Okay, okay,” Niamh Lynch muttered, reaching out to untie the letters attached to the owl’s legs.

The moment the parchment was freed from its legs, the owl took off again, narrowly avoiding a collision with the unopened window. Niamh shook her head, but smiled at the three letters. Aisling’s curly letters looped across the parchment in bright violet ink, while Saoirse’s messy letters, in black ink, took up as little space as possible and Oisín’s neat, blocky letters, in blue ink, took up a reasonable amount of space.

“Good morning, mo stór,” her husband called, as he walked into the kitchen.

Niamh looked over her shoulder and smiled. His hair had started to pepper, and even at fifty, his hair was still full. He wore a red buffalo check shirt and denim trousers that cut his form beautifully.

“Good morning,” she said, as he crossed the room to meet her.

“Are those from the children?” Tadhg asked, leaning over her shoulder.

“Yes. These should include which houses Saoirse and Oisín were sorted into.”

“Whose do we open first?”

“What if we each take one?”

“That seems like a good plan. Do you want Oisín’s letter or Saoirse’s?”

Tadhg paused, and then moved to sit in one of the chairs, while she took the chair opposite him, making sure to face his good ear. She shuffled the letters in her hand, moving them back and forth in an anxious way.

“Why don’t we just choose at random? Turn them over and fan them out like cards,” Tadhg said, after their long pause.

“That sounds fair,” she replied, flipping the two letters over and shuffling them.

She held them out to Tadhg, who pursued both letters for a few moments before selecting one. Niamh turned the letter she held over. Saoirse, her darling spitfire.

“I’ll be shocked if Saoirse isn’t a Gryffindor. She reminds me so much of you with Teddy and Gabriel,” she remarked.

“Please, Saoirse’s all you. Now, which house do you think Oisín will be in? I could see him going anywhere but Slytherin,” Tadhg replied.

“I think he’ll be a Ravenclaw, like I was.”

“Yeah. Ready?”

“On the count of three.”

“One.” They looked at each other and grinned before continuing their countdown.

Swallowing, Niamh gently unscrolled the letter. It took a few minutes to decipher her daughter’s handwriting. Saoirse had never had the best penmanship, although it was never as bad as her husband’s handwriting.

“You were right. Oisín’s in Ravenclaw,” Tadhg remarked. Niamh smiled widely.

“And Saoirse’s a Gryffindor,” Niamh replied, her smile continuing to grow.

(Translation: Mo stór means my dear.)

[penwieldingdreamer]

Dante's Prayer - Chapter 1

Thank you all for your likes and reblogs. I'm really happy you liked it. Now on with the next part. Let me know what you think about it and if you want to be tagged. As always thank you @fortheloveoffanfic for being my beta.

Warnings: Mentions of war, mentions of sex, period-typical sexism, canon-typical violence

Words: 1304

Chapter 1

Arrow House, Warwickshire, 1924

"Tommy, you need to consider remarrying." Aunt Polly told him, bouncing Charlie on her knee as she watched her nephew pace behind his desk. "There have been rumors goin' round."

Taking a deep breath, the leader of the Peaky Blinders turned to the older woman. "What would you have me do, Poll, ey? Take the next best woman that's out on the streets?"

"Don't be ridiculous, Tommy. You need someone with good connections and money." she told him, hoisting the boy into her arms and coming to stand next to Tommy. “She has to accept that you’ve been married before, that there’s a child. Even though we’re rich now, doesn’t mean that all women of the world will fall over for Thomas Shelby.”

Snorting, the second eldest Shelby grinned at his aunt, although the smile wouldn’t reach his eyes. Not since Grace had been shot because of him. “As you just so nicely reminded us, we don’ need the fuckin’ money, the Shelby’s are already fuckin’ rich. What are you gonna do? Arrange a marriage, just like John and Esme?”

“Stop the cursin’, will you. There’s a small child here.” Shrugging her shoulders, Polly regarded him with a stern look he just knew all too well. “I talked to Johnny Dogs, he knows a family in Ireland. Lots of connections, loads of old money.”

“No, Poll.” he shook his head, opening the silver case to grab another cigarette, hoping to calm his nerves from the nagging of his aunt. “I’m not goin’ ta bring anyone new into this family. There’s enough people to take care of as it is. Who’s to say that family doesn’t have ties to our enemies?”

Smoothing out Charlie’s dark blond hair, Polly Grace shook her head. “Stubborn as a mule, that one.” she muttered to the boy, the corners of her lips moving up into a smile as she heard the two-year old laugh at her. “Even John wasn’t bitchin’ so much. I know why you won’t do it, Thomas, but you need to see reason. Your boy needs a mother and you, you need someone to warm that heart of yours, even if ye don’ believe me. Be ready in a week, Johnny will take you to see your future wife.”

Grunting, Thomas Shelby watched his aunt leave the study, his son perched on her hip. Grace had only been gone a few weeks - or had it really been months? - and yet his family was forcing him to marry some spoiled high society girl, whose only problem would be the perfect temperature of her tea. Letting out a defeated sigh, the leader of the Peaky Blinders sank into the plush sofa Polly had occupied minutes before and looked at the portrait of his late wife. “What am I goin’ to do without you, eh? You shouldna have been involved in my fuckin’ mess, Grace."

Of course there was no answer from her, the smile on her lips stayed forever frozen. Dropping his head into his hands, he breathed in the air filled with tobacco and whiskey, trying to keep every detail of his love in his heart, never to forget her.

Dublin, Ireland 1924

"Edward, when will you tell our daughter that it's not ladylike to run around with a horse like that?" Helene McCann, Duchess of Leinster and Baroness of Kildare, admonished her husband entering the large sunroom of their country home Castletown House.

Sitting at the table with his other two daughters Amalie and Louise, he read the newspaper and only hummed. "What would you have me do, hm? Send her to her rooms and lock the doors?" Andrew, Duke of Leinster folded the papers and leaned back to watch his wife with an amused smile on his lips. "She is just as free spirited as you, my darling."

"Oh no, I'm definitely blaming you on that one. Saoirse has done everything to avoid being a proper lady, no thanks to you, love." she countered, sipping her tea and giving her husband an angry look. “You know that Mr. Shelby will arrive today and I want her to be presentable.”

Shaking his head, Andrew grabbed his pipe and lit the tobacco. "Saoirse is just like your mother's cousin has been. She was a free spirit, too, a friend of nature and I know you often went to visit her. I do believe Mister Shelby will be very lucky to marry her and you know that as well."

Sighing, the mother of three leaned back in her seat and turned her gaze on the gardens, hoping that her youngest daughter would at least be fine while out there riding through the forest behind their home.

Hooves beat against the cold ground, harsh pants of the horse sounded in the silence of the woods as it raced through the trees, nostrils flared and kept its attention on the sounds around him.

“Socair.” Saoirse spoke softly, guiding her stallion through the thick undergrowth. “Calm, my love.”

Since her mother had told her about the arranged marriage, the youngest of three daughters left to find solace with her animals. Her dappled grey White Knight brought her to the flower field she had found a few months earlier. “Good boy, we’re going to stay here and enjoy the sun before those men come.”

With a snort, the stallion stopped and Saoirse jumped from the saddle, taking the bridle off of him. She took a deep breath and brushed her hand over the speckled coat of the horse. “I can’t believe father agreed to that marriage mother arranged.”

There had never been time in her life that she wished more than ever to not be a descendant from royalty than now. Arrangements had been made with Thomas Shelby, leader of a gang in Birmingham. Her mother had told Saoirse that in a few months she'd be his wife and make sure that their connections would help him further his business and standing in politics.

Leaning against his neck, the young woman closed her eyes. "What should I do, huh? I don't want to be a wife being kept in a house as a broodmare. I just, I want freedom."

Both, rider and horse snapped to attention when a twig broke behind them in the woods. "Who's there?" she called, her eyes flitting through the green leaves of the trees.

"It's just I, princess." the man reasoned, his accent thick as he spoke. Moving through the underbrush, Saoirse could see the kind eyes of Johnny Dogs he only reserved for her. "I knew I might find ye out 'ere."

Smiling, she moved in for a tight hug. "Oh, how I missed you, Johnny. It has been boring ever since you left."

"Oh I know," the Irish mused with a smile. "I bet yer mum has had you reciting poetry and embroidery."

Rolling her eyes, Saoirse lightly hit his shoulder. "Don't remind me. I'm not as much the lady she wants me to be. But now, why are you here? Don't tell me he's here already."

"I'm afraid he's 'ere." Johnny sighed, seeing the defeated look darken her eyes. He had known her since she was a little girl, having worked for the Duke in his stables and taught her everything about horses and riding that he knew. "Please Saoirse, it's not as bad as ye make it out to be."

Exasperated, she turned away from her friend, crossing her arms over her chest. "I'm losing my freedom to be a gangster's wife so he can further his business while I'll have to sit in his manor and play the lady of the house, greeting guests and giving him children to make him seem good."

"Just give Thomas a chance, once in a while people will surprise you." Johnny tried to reason with her.

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[the-darkdragonfly]

WIP Wednesday: The Ripple Effect - A Captain Swan Tale

Chapter Seventeen: Fair Winds {Coming Soon}

This chapter is 100% pure selfishly gratuitous soft baby / lightly smutty goodness that I felt the world needed right now (at least, I needed to write it, so there's that...) xox

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He insisted on buying the rug- Hope needs it, darling- from the weaver in town. It was thickly knitted and soft underfoot, the muted colours of grey and blue and green reminded them both of their beach by the sea. They had yet to take Hope down to the beach, Killian terrified that something would happen to her so near the water- she’ll be fine, babe, we’re hardly going to chuck her into the sea. He hadn’t found her remark amusing however, and had simply plucked their baby from her arms, scowling at her over Hope’s head as he murmured soft words into her downy hair, walking from the kitchen into the living room- let’s go read, little love.

He had arrived back home with it, strapped across the saddle as Saoirse snorted and stomped in annoyance, from a day at the docks, grinning with excitement as he hauled it inside their cottage- get back in the house Swan, you both will freeze out here- and unrolled it on the floor beside the crib. He had lounged on it reading aloud from a novel, bare chested and gentle, holding their baby daughter against his heart, reciting the same tale he had read to her while she was still in the womb.

Killian had read to her, his voice lilting and rough as he spoke of mermaids and silkies and sirens-like your mother, my darling- hand resting against the swell of their child. It was how he had felt her kick the first time, reading a merchant ledger from a ship which had braved the bracing wind and snow to deliver goods from the Enchanted Forest. Emma explained, before either of them could feel her, that babies could recognize voices that they could hear while in the womb. Killian had wasted no time in racing through the small collection of novels they had at the cottage, lulling Emma to sleep many nights as he wove stories from books in languages she didn't recognize.

She had also told him about how skin contact was good for babies, how Mary Margaret had researched it, telling her that it helped with bonding and regulating the baby’s heartbeat. Emma had half listened to the ramblings of her mother, perched on a stool in the kitchen of the loft, blowing on her tea and trying to be supportive while feeling her own heart skip with a deep loneliness she had always carried with her. No one had bonded with her.

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[petersasteria]

168 Hours - Haz Osterfield (14)

Pairing: Haz x Reader

Haz Osterfield Masterlist ||  Ultimate Masterlist || 168 Hours Masterlist

DISCLAIMER:  *This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.*

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: In which your son’s wish comes true and it turns horrible. Now, he has to fix it in 168 hours.

Special thanks to: @blueleatherbag and @dudethisvoid for being so helpful

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𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲'𝐬 a special day because of Tom and Y/N's wedding. Y/N's hotel room is quite messy with satin and silk everywhere. Pearls on the bed, ribbons on the floor, hairpins on the night stand, Y/N's special pair of heels for this occasion next to the bed, and Saoirse going in and out of her room. It's hectic even though it was only seven o'clock in the morning.

The theme of the wedding is quite unusual, yet no one questioned it. Y/N absolutely loves the aesthetic for 'The Phantom of the Opera' and she decided that she wanted that to be the theme. Tom made it all happen, of course. He even got the chandelier and it's being hung at the reception. Y/N and Tom went all out- their reception is at a castle somewhere.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄...

Y/N is now getting ready for her special day, but she could never forget the night before. She found out that Tom was unfaithful and Harrison reciprocated her feelings. It was all too much to handle. Other than that, Saoirse is sitting next to her, talking about something.

"Sursh, can you please be quiet for a while? I'm kind of-"

"Stressed? You'll be fine, Y/N!" Saoirse smiles. "I can't believe you're getting married to him! You're signing up for the rest of your life. Are you excited?"

'No.' Y/N thinks, but she wouldn't say that in front her best friend and the make up artist. Instead, she gives Saoirse a tight-lipped smile and nods, "I'm excited and nervous at the same time."

The make up artist starts applying primer on Y/N's face and continues to plaster an 'I'm completely fine, don't worry about me or my real feelings' face. She looks down on her lap, her eyes only moving, and looks at her fingers. She starts daydreaming about what would've happened if she confronted Tom last night and just left him for Harrison. She would've been with Harrison right now.

Alas, she could only dream about it.

About forty-five minutes later, Y/N's mum and Nikki arrive in her room. Saoirse opens the door and happily lets them in.

"There's my daughter-in-law!" Nikki grins. She stands in front of you next to the make up artist and she catches a glimpse of your make up. "Oh, darling! You look absolutely gorgeous! Tom's going to fall even harder for you. I can feel it."

"I can't believe my daughter's getting married!" Y/N's mother squeals lightly. "You'd make a wonderful wife, Y/N."

"I can tell you're nervous, sweetheart. A piece of advice? Marriage isn't easy. You'll have to figure stuff out as well and with Tom's job, I know it'll be difficult. But as his mother, I know that he'll be there for you every step of the way. I also know that he'll be a great father once you make the decision of having kids." Nikki smiles.

"Thank you, Mrs. Holland." Y/N smiles lightly. It's been years and she's still not used to calling her 'Nikki'.

"How many times do I have to tell you? Call me 'Nikki'. You'll be Mrs. Holland soon. Welcome to the family, darling."

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌...

Tom Holland just got out of the shower when Brad knocked on his door. Brad smiles at his best mate when Tom opens the door. Brad walks in already wearing the tux and he closes the door.

"How ya feelin'? Excited?" Brad asks as he makes himself comfortable on Tom's bed. Tom goes back to the bathroom and gets ready there, leaving the door slightly open so Brad could hear him.

"I'm excited and I know she's excited too. After all, I'm going to be the CEO after this and I know she won't leave me for someone else." Tom smirks as he looks at himself on the mirror while getting dressed.

"How are you so sure about that, mate?" Brad asks as he scrolls through Twitter, chuckling every now and then at a funny tweet.

Tom leaves the bathroom and walks up to Brad with his arms crossed, "Mate, I'm rich and popular. I can buy her anything she wants. Plus, I'm good in bed. Just ask the one of the many girls I've slept with. I'm the whole fucking package! Y/N would be crazy to leave me."

Tom and Brad share a laugh, but immediately get interrupted with a knock on their door. Tom calms down and goes to open it, revealing Y/N's father.

"Mr. Y/L/N! What a surprise! Please, come in." Tom smiles and lets him in. Y/N's father walks in and Tom closes the door behind him. Brad sits up straight and smiles at Y/N's father.

Mr. Y/L/N turns to Tom and says, "I won't stay long here, but I just want to say something to you."

Tom nods for him to continue.

"I can tell that you mean so much to Y/N and I'm happy that she found you. You're a good match for her and I trust you. I know that you won't hurt her feelings and I know that you make her happy. You're making my little girl's dreams come true and I want to personally thank you for it." Mr. Y/L/N says with a small smile. "Now, get outta here and get married. It's time to go."

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃...

"You're going to my mommy's wedding?" Harley asks as he puts on his shoes. "Are you even invited?"

"Y/N personally invited me, so yeah. She didn't invite you, though."

"Oh." Harley frowns.

"BUT- this means we could get on with our mission! I'll drop you off at Harrison's place." Amadis says and fixes his tie one last time. Harley looks at him and groans, "I don't even know what to do!"

"Just follow through with the mission, okay?" Amadis sighs. "I'll handle Y/N and you'll handle Haz. We'll meet up, okay?"

"Okay." Harley sighs. He really isn't in the mood for anything and Amadis doesn't know why. After all, they only have less than twenty-four hours to get things right before all of one hundred and sixty-eight hours have been consumed.

Amadis and Harley quickly leave the apartment and walk over to Harrison's place that he shared with Timmy, who's currently at work. Harrison opens the door and smiles when he sees Harley.

"Harley's not in the mood today, so if he acts up, just call me." Amadis says as he watches Harley sluggishly enter the blonde's apartment.

"Will do!" Harrison smiles.

"Bye Harley! I'll see you later." Amadis calls out in hopes of Harley saying anything to him. Harley doesn't spare him a glance, instead he focuses his attention on the tv. Harrison gives Amadis a sympathetic smile and says, "Have fun at the wedding."

"It's not fun without you there." Amadis says.

'Seriously, it's not. I want you to interrupt and I want to see everyone's reaction.' Amadis thinks to himself. He says goodbye to Harrison and leaves.

"I'm doing some errands today and I'm taking you with me." Harrison announces as soon as he closes the door.

"Where?" Harley asks.

"The grocery store and I'll buy a dishwasher. Ours is broken." Harrison says and grabs his small sling bag. "Let's go, Harley!"

"I'll pee first." Harley says and walks to the bathroom. Harrison takes out his phone and quickly sends a text to Y/N.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐘...

Y/N smiles at the text, but immediately frowns when her father enters the dressing room of the church. He smiles at her and Y/N puts her phone in her purse and gives it to Saoirse, her maid of honor.

"It's time to get married!" Y/N's father cheers. She smiles at him and he pulls her in for a hug. Her father tears up a bit and sighs happily, "I can't believe you're signing up for the rest of your life at twenty-one years old."

They pull away and Y/N's tears are streaming freely down her cheeks. Her father wipes them away and smiles at her. "You're not a little girl anymore and I trust you, but just know that I'm always here for you, pumpkin. I love you."

"I love you too, dad." Y/N smiles. Her dad asks the make up artist to retouch her slightly ruined make up and she takes a sip of water before leaving the small dressing room of the church.

In truth, Y/N didn't know what she felt while she cried a few seconds ago. She knew she had a lot of different emotions and feelings, though. She felt upset that Tom cheated on her, she felt heartbroken that she couldn't be with Harrison, she felt angry that Tom was mad and jealous of Harley, and above all, she felt horrible for lying to herself and to everyone into thinking that everything is still going well for her and Tom.

Y/N can hear the music playing and in truth, she forgot that she planned the whole wedding. At this point, she didn't care of what the venue looked like. Her relationship was trash, anyway.

After the entourage, everyone turns to the big door where Y/N is coming in from. The doors open and she comes in with her father. Amadis turns around and quickly takes out his phone to take a few pictures of Y/N in her wedding gown. He decided not to send a picture to Harrison. It might hurt his feelings.

At the end of the altar, Tom smiles proudly and Brad excitedly pats Tom's shoulder.

"This is it, man." Brad whispers.

"Yup. I can't fucking wait. We're going to Santorini after this." Tom whispers, his gaze not leaving Y/N.

Y/N and her father reach the altar and Tom shakes her father's hand. "Take care of her." Mr. Y/L/N says. Tom only nods and smiles. Tom and Y/N stand in their respective places in front of the priest.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today in the sight of God to join this man, and this woman in holy Matrimony. Not to be entered into lightly, holy matrimony should be entered into solemnly-"

Y/N couldn't register anything that's happening because her thoughts are elsewhere. They were on Harrison. She wondered what he was doing at this time of day. Before she knew it, she snaps out of her own thoughts just in time.

𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍...

"Phew! Nice save, Father." Jesus smiles as they watch Y/N focus on the ceremony.

"As always." God says. "If I didn't do that, she-"

"Don't spoil for the people reading this book, Father. They've been waiting for this moment." Jesus says.

"It's literally in the prologue. They can just go back and read it."

"I know, but where's the fun in that?"

"True."

"Only facts, Father. Only facts."

𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐘...

Y/N snaps out of her thoughts because she felt as if something inside her told her to snap out of it. She didn't know it now, but later on in life as she looks back at this moment, she'll forever thank the voice inside her that told her to stop daydreaming.

"-If any person here can show cause why these people should not be joined in holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace." The priest says as his eyes carefully scan the whole venue. Amadis takes a deep breath and stares at Y/N before looking at his watch.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐎'𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊. 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑.

Amadis sighs to himself and whispers to himself, "God, it's all up to you now."

Y/N nervously looks around and gulps. Tom doesn't look around because he knows no one would even dare.

Or so he thought.

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[loridrabbles]

Imprisoned | Dogma x Reader (Part 28)

Warnings: Smut. Cockwarming, teasing, straight up smut. But it’s really cute and lovey and mushy.

This chapter is a “flashback” to before Dogma left to return to the 501st. I mentioned smut, but never actually wrote it so here it is.

     Warm water rushes down (Y/n)'s back as she rinsed the soap from her body. She had her hair pinned on top of her head to avoid getting it wet. Dogma had been home for three days now and (y/n) wasn't going to go another night without him between her legs. While he was busy in the other room putting Saoirse to bed, she rummaged through her drawer grabbing the sexiest set of lingerie she had and ran back to the bathroom to dress. The set was dark blue lace, his favorite color, with shiny, silver threading throughout it and around the edges. She clasped the bra behind her back, slid on the panties and garter-belt, and clipped her stockings in place. When she heard Dogma climb back in bed with his book, she walked in with her bath towel around her.

     "Babe?" She asked.

     "Yes, love." He responded, barely looking up from his book.

     "You've been home for three days now, and we haven't had sex once." She said, dropping the towel and tossing it onto the sofa by the door. "I'm not taking it any longer." She spoke playfully and put her hands on her hips.

     Dogma looked her up and down, mouth agape as he slowly lowered his book to his lap before closing it and nearly throwing it to the night stand. Eyes wide, he bit his lip, looking her in the eye as he moved from the bed. He stood and slowly walked to her, looking down at her body then back into her eyes as he pulled her into a rough, yet soft, kiss and wrapped his arms around her.

     The mattress, warm where Dogma had been laying, collided firmly with (y/n)'s back as he pushed her onto it, and climbed over her. He didn't hesitate to press his lips against her sternum, massaging her breasts in his hand as his kisses trailed to her neck. (Y/n) bit her lip, arching her back into his touch.

     "I missed this so much." He said with an exhale, his voice muffled from burying his face in her neck.

     He breathed in her scent, closing his eyes for a moment before pulling her bra straps from her shoulders. She sat up, reaching behind her back to unclasp and remove the garment. His shirt and pants followed. Dogma's lips returned to her skin and his hands followed lower and lower until he reached the clips on her stockings. He kissed the tops of her thighs, fumbling with the clips and slowly pulled the left stocking down and off her leg. As he moved to the other leg, he peppered kisses on the inside of her thighs and placed one very light one just above her slit.

     "Stop being such a fucking tease." She spoke through an airy breath.

     "You've waited long enough for this. You can wait another hour." He snickered playfully, dusting his hands up and down her thighs, then her waist. As her skin formed goosebumps under his touch he hooked his fingers under the hem of her panties pulling them off slowly. She squirmed under him, begging him to touch her. He places his hand on her waist, between her legs, and ever so gently massages circles with his thumb along her slit. She wouldn't have even noticed he was touching her if she wasn't watching. His devilish grin said it all and she knew he was going to keep up this teasing. It had only been mere minutes, but she'd had enough.

     “I can’t stand anymore of this. I want you, and I’ve been waiting for too long. I miss the way you touch me Dogma. Please.”

     He smirked, a little taken aback by her forwardness, but leaned close to whisper in her ear.

     “You’re asking so sweetly my love. But just a little bit more, you can wait, hm?”

     "No, please." She panted. "I want you now. Please, love." She said, caressing his cheek with her hand. He smiled tenderly, caving in. He had both his girls wrapped around his finger.

     "How do you want it?" He growled.

     "I miss the feeling of your tongue making me squirm and moan." She said, brushing her thumb across his lower lip. "I miss the way you make me writhe and scream whenever you plunge your fingers into me. Make me drip like you used to. Drink me up and hnng-"

     Her voice hitched in her throat and she squealed when she felt Dogma dip a finger inside of her and begin pounding it against her g-spot. He added another and continued the ruthless pace making her legs quiver and her hips buck into his hand. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she started to drip on his fingers and down his wrist.

     "I love how wet you get, baby." He said, pulling his fingers away. He pushed them past her lips and into her mouth and she sucked them clean, swirling her tongue around the tips of his fingers to tease him. He got on his knees, pressing kisses up and down her wet opening, and pushed his tongue past her folds tasting her. With his tongue inside her, he made a v with two fingers, placing one on either side of her clit and began rubbing up and down. The added sensation made (y/n) squirm at his touch, and she clapped a hand against her mouth to keep from screaming.

     "Don't stop, Dogma." She cried. "I'm gonna cum."

      His tongue darted in and out of her folds, licking up her juices as she began to drip and gush. To tease her, he slowed the movements of his hand, drawing his fingers away ever so slightly. She whined at the loss of his touch and rocked her hips forward. He chuckled to himself, returning his hand to her clit and continued rubbing, listening to the soft, sweet sounds that escaped her lips.

     "Oh! Please don't stop!" She said, massaging her own breasts, rolling her nipples between her pointer and middle fingers.

     He listened and kept up his pace, using his tongue to lick circles at her entrance and lap at her folds. Her legs quivered as she came, her wetness flooding his mouth as his tongue lingered over her pussy. He smirked at her from between her legs, eyebrow cocked mischievously as he crawled up over her body.

     "Did you like that baby?" He growled in her ear grinding his clothed, hardened cock against her thigh.

     "Mmhm." She breathed.

     "You want more?"

     "Oh, fuck yes."

     With her answer, he climbed off the bed, and removed his pants, then shorts, unsheathing his cock. He got on his knees between her legs and ran his hands up and down her thighs before parting them. He took hold of his cock, rubbing it up and down her sopping cunt, using he free hand to continue rubbing up and down her outer thigh.

     "You want this, baby?" He asked.

     "Yes." She whined. "Dogma, please. Please, I need to feel you inside me."

     "You're asking so nicely tonight, love." He said, pushing the tip past her folds. She bit her lip and rolled her eyes back, finally beginning to feel what she'd wanted for so long.

     "Oh, yes." She gasped, feeling him thrust further inside her. "Please, give me all of it."

     Butterflies filled her stomach and warmth pooled at her core as her entire body tingled at the feeling of his stretching her out and filling her up. Dogma let out a blissful moan at the feeling of himself bottoming out in her pussy. Giving up on his intentions of teasing her, he began to move. He rocked his hips back and forth, in and out of her. Her cheeks turned a bright red as she squeezed her eyes shut, taking a moment to get used to him. When she opened them, she looked him straight in the eye.

    "More." She breathed. "Please, baby, harder."

    Just as soon as she asked, she regretted her decision as he pounded into her with furious abandon. Fucking hell he had missed her so much. His hips bucked into hers with bruising strength. She clawed into his back with one hand, using the other to grip the pillow beneath her head as she turned to scream into it. She could feel his breath against her neck as he supported himself on his forearms, grinding and pounding into her.

    "You feel so fucking good, baby." He said, slithering an arm behind her neck to hug her close, using his other hand to massage her clit. The new position hit her perfectly in her favorite spot and the overwhelming feeling of it all had her clamping, fluttering,  and squelching around his cock. She was close to her release and wanted it so badly.

    "Yes, baby. Just like that. Right there." She whimpered and moaned. "Yes, yes, yes."

    "You gonna cum, darling?" He asked in her ear, biting and kissing her earlobe.

    "Yes, baby. Please make me cum. Yes, yes, yeeEEs." She nearly screamed her words as she came, her pussy clenching tight around him. The sensation of her walls tightening around him sent Dogma over the edge too, spilling inside her, filling her with his seed.

    "Fucking hell." He groaned after coming down from his high.

    "That was so fucking good." She smiled with a little laugh. She wriggled a little to pull away from him, but he grabbed her waist, pulling her flush against him.

    "Stay." He spoke softly, his voice rumbling through his chest. He pulled one of her legs around his waist and lied down on the mattress, keeping himself sheathed inside her. He rubbed her thigh where it was, slung around his body. "I want to sleep like this." He said, kissing her forehead. (Y/n)'s stomach and chest filled with butterflies as she smiled.

    "Ok." She whispered, more than ready to fall asleep.

    "I love you." He said.

    "I love you, too."

    It was around 3 am when (y/n) awoke in the middle of the night, or at least that's the time she guessed it had been. Dogma was fast asleep, chest heaving gently, lashes kissing his cheeks. As she stirred a little, she could still feel his cock inside her. She smiled devilishly to herself when she clamped down on him, and after a few times, could feel him getting hard. She rocked a little, trying not to wake him until he was ready to go. Her teeth squeezed her lip trying not to let out a loud moan as she could feel him harden to size. With all the strength she had in her tired body, she pushed his shoulder and rocked her body to roll with him onto his back. At the sudden movement, he jumped awake.

    "Babe?" He asked, eyes half open. He chuckled and cupped her face with his hands when he realized what was happening. "What are you doing?"

    She said nothing, but took hold of his wrists, moving his hands to her hips. Tired, she lazily leaned forward, laying on his chest, kissing and suckling on his neck as she rolled her hips. Dogma moaned in her ear, feeling her pussy slipping around his cock, rubbing against his head, then sinking back down around the shaft.

    "I don't ever wanna be woken up any other way." He whispered, rubbing a gentle hand up and down her back. The overall act was more loving than it was pleasurable, but neither of them could complain. As (y/n) lay across his chest, she could hear his heart pounding and she brought a hand to her mouth, soaking a couple fingers with saliva before rubbing circles on his nipple, just to hear the pounding quicken.

    "Hmph." She heard a moan hitch in his throat. The hold he had on her back became tighter as he rolled the both of them onto their sides. eyes closed and still holding her close, he took control and pounded into her. She wrapped her leg around his waist where it had been when they slept. Due to their closeness and the position, she could feel his body massaging her clit, without even having to use his hand. Still sensitive from their last lovemaking session, she was already close.

    "I'm gonna cum." She cried into the crook of his neck. He responded with nothing but a grunt and sigh, and quickened the pace of his hips. The bed creaked every so slightly and rocked back and forth as he lazily, but greedily drove himself into her. With a cry and squeal, she came around him as she convulsed in his arms. A few more pumps and he was cumming as well. She could feel slickness streaming down her thigh as some of his cum spilled from her folds.

    With a tired groan, he pulled out of her, giving her a few kissed on her forehead and a long, soft one on her lips.

    "I love you." He whispered, again, pressing his lips to hers. "So much."

    "I love you, too."

[joaquinwhorres]

✨favorites and dark ✨

Ok, I hope you like reading about my writing as much as I like writing about my writing because I kinda went off

The Favourites 

21.  Who is/are your favourite character(s) to write? 

This is surprisingly hard. Uh it changes around, but right now my favorite OCs to write are Florence Saise (she’s just so Over Hogwarts’ Shit and I love it) and Saoirse Nolan (so much personality in such a little body.) 

My favorite canon characters to write rn are Lee Jordan (because he’s like basically an OC since JK did not decide to develop his character at all) and Diego Hargreeves (he’s such a lovable dumbass and I’m here for it.)

22.  Who is/are your favourite pairing(s) to write? 

Nora Randolph and Lee Jordan because they’re so soft and cute without being over the top sickly sweet, and it’s just emotionally fulfilling to write themm.

Francesca Vives-Soler and Diego Hargreeves because they’re just constantly sniping at each other and enemies to lovers is 😘👌

Honorable mentions: Bucky Barnes x Kristina Taylor, Steve Rogers x Rosy Kovecky, Priyanka Joshi x Leonard McCoy, Florence Saise x Sirius Black

23.  Favourite author

Answered :)  

24.  Favourite genre to write and read 

If I’m being honest: fan fiction. But if I’m choosing a sellable/purchasable genre-- young adult novels of any kind. Murder mystery? Love story? Fantasy? I’m IN. 

25.  Favourite part of writing 

Reading comments and feedback from people. I thrive on validation. But in the actual writing process, I love writing dialogue. Dialogue is super fun and it comes easy for me.

26.  Favourite writing program 

Answered :) 

27.  Favourite line/scene 

Favorite published line that I wrote recently:  

Lee turned back to look at her, his cheerlessness dissipating the way ice did on a frozen pond. His lips parted like a sharp crack in the ice before fissuring out into a smile and dimples and melting away into a look of small wonder. "I’d forgotten about that."

Favorite unpublished line from a scene I cannot wait to get to in Best of Friends. (It’s rough but I still love it.):

Natashas's expression turned positively devilish as she cast a glance at Wanda and then back at Kristina. "Do you guys text a lot?" 

"I don't know?" 

"So, often," Nat confirmed.

"Just as friends." 

"You don't text me that often, are we not friends?" Wanda asked, and a wave of guilt surged through Kristina before she caught onto the glint in Wanda's eyes. Traitor. 

Kristina made a desperate stuttering sound hoping to find a start to a sentence.

"Not that kind of friends," Natasha smirked at Wanda. "How many times have you guys hooked up?" 

Kristina's face was burning. She wouldn't be surprised if the other girls could feel the heat waves radiating off her. Bucky was right. Nat was the worst. 

"We've never hooked up," Kristina shook her head.

"Kris, Girls Night is like Vegas, what happens here stays here,"  Bobbi put in.

"So be detailed," Natasha grinned.

28.  Favourite side character 

It’s a tie between Nora Randolph in The Fool and Sam Wilson in Best of Friends

29.  Favourite villain 

I don’t really write villains very often but I’ve got this cool shadowy powered dude I’m still working out for Darling, Dearest, Dead.

30.  Favourite idea you haven’t started on yet

I’ve started all of my ideas, but I would say my favorite ones that I haven’t really full published more than teasers of are Picket Fences (Steve Rogers goes undercover posing as his ex-girlfriend’s boyfriend who’s just moved in) and Serious as They Come (James & Sirius make a bet that they can get any girl in Hogwarts to fall in love with them. James gets Lily. Sirius gets Florence.)

The Dark 

31.  Least favourite part of writing 

Editing for grammar and spelling. It’s so necessary and yet there’s like no emotional reward for it. Just avoiding the embarrassment of having a ton of errors.

32.  Most difficult character to write 

Wren Collings. I love her, but she is kind of all over the place. It makes sense given what she’s currently going through, but it’s hard to write someone who’s navigating two different identities/personalities.

33.  Have you ever killed a main character? 

Answered :) 

34.  What was the hardest scene you ever had to write? 

The most recent chapter of The Fool was ridiculously hard to write. I knew I needed Wren and Simon to fight some more, Wren to grow closer to the twins, and for the twins to enter, but it was so boring I couldn’t figure out how to make it good.

35.  What scene/story are you least looking forward to writing?

Usually I avoid things I don’t want to write. But I guess the thing I’m least looking forward to writing are some of the future scenes with Simon and Wren as a happy couple. I just hate him and want her and Fred together so it’s like “bleh.”

Send me some writers asks

[darling-i-read-it]

City Corner Part 2

Mob/Mafia!AU Series

Link to Part 1

Leonardo DiCaprio x reader, Jake Gyllenhaal x reader, Hugh Grant x reader

Margot Robbie, Jodie Comer, Tim Roth, Colin Firth, Timothee Chalamet, Dacre Montgomrey, Natalia Dyer, Saoirse Ronan, Lana Del Rey are also included

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: Gambling, mentions of addiction, alcohol, insinuations to smut

Author’s Note: Again, I’ve casted these people as characters and used their names! I got a lot of feedback on the last one so I’m hoping y’all like this enough for me to continue it!

Summary: The reader goes to the casino to see if there is a marriage happening. Saoirse and Lana chat.

Genre: mafia, which is now a genre

(not my gif)

Your headache wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be when you woke up the next morning. You could see your light was still on and your phone was beeping. Not an alarm, probably a text message. You moved your hair out of your face, took a drink of the water bottle by your bed and sat up straight. You shrugged off your jacket from last night and grabbed your phone. It shined light in your face and in front of the picture of Leonardo was a few texts from Natalia.

You had met Natalia through Leo, as you had met everyone on the city corner. You knew, because he was a middle ground, you could see either family without repercussions but you had a soft spot for the twin Firths. They were your and Leo’s age.

‘Hey can you do me a favor?’

You slid open the text and looked through the few things that were there. She had sent you a few instructions to head over to the casino and scope out if Leo was really marrying Jodie Firth. It wasn’t the first you had heard of the arranged marriage. Leo had told you when you had broken up.

You would be lying if you said that you wouldn’t mind going to the casino and meeting the famous Roths. Natalia just wanted you to scope out, see if either of the sisters were there and maybe make some friends. You texted her back, voicing your worry because you had been dating Leo and they may have heard of you.

She recommended you bring someone that has nothing to do with the business so through them off the scent. You got up and threw your phone on the bed, getting into a comfier outfit. You would head there tonight when you had a better chance at being lost in the crowd. After changing you let Natalia know that you would go.

You called Saorise after that but she didn’t pick up. You let out a long sigh. She either had left without letting you know or she was sleeping in. You figured it was the first part. But you did call Jake to see if she had stayed over.

“Heyo,” he said, voice awake. He stayed up all night and still sounded the most attentive than anyone you had ever met. You figured he would need to be aware of everything that went on in his bar.

“Hey Jake, have you seen Saorise?” you asked, looking through your closet to find an outfit for the night. Something simple and not stand outish. You ignored the fact that Leo had bought you most of these outfits.

“Not since she left last night. I got her a cab, she said she had an early morning. Gone again?” You took a breath.

“As it seems. Thanks Jake I appreciate it. I’ll see you,” you said absentmindedly. You held up two dresses and held them up to your body, trying to decide which one was better.

“Coming to the bar tonight?” he asked.

“I got plans. Don’t let anybody drink out of my glass though, it may be a long night,” you said with a smile.

“Your glass will be waiting.” You hung up and looked at the door.

“Someone who isn’t in the business..” you muttered to yourself. That was hard enough considering everyone here was in either an addict or part of the drug ring. You put down the two dresses and walked to the door. You knocked on your neighbors door.

He opened within a few seconds, hair messy and looking just as he had when you woke him up last night. You felt kind of bad for that.

“Hugh are you busy tonight?” you asked, leaning against the door. He admired the fact you had swapped the fish nets for slacks. He was probably the only person other than Leo who had seen you in anything other than work attire in the corner. He ran a hand through his hair.

“I don’t think so. Why?” You smiled.

“Would you like to go to the casino with me? We can grab some drinks there, they’re supposed to be better than Jakes but I still think that's bull.” His smile was charming. You had only had Leo in mind for so long it was nice to be enchanted by someone else for once.

But thinking about Leonardo still made your heart ache.

“What do I wear?” he asked. You shrugged.

“Whatever you think would be appropriate. I’ll pick you up at 8?” He nodded and you went back to your apartment.

---()()()()()()()---

Saorise sat across from Lana, watching her cigarette smoke float above her. She ignored your phone call, eyes trained on the girl across from her.

“You aren’t really letting Leo marry a Roth were you?” Her legs were crossed, the suit she was wearing pristine and the gun on her hip was ready to be used if it was needed. Lana shrugged, taking the smoke out of her mouth. She was wearing the same large featherly white coat that she wore last night but her hair was a little more everywhere due to things that she had done in the dark hours.

“I have no say in what my little brother does,” she said smoothly. Saorise rolled her eyes.

The DiCaprios lived in the hidden part of the apartments, the very top. There weren't many people who knew they were there but because Saorise and Lana were the few people in the middle of the warring families Saorise was aware of where they were at most times.

“But you know he still loves Y/N. Not Jodie.” Lana took a deep breath.

“I’m aware and again, I can’t control him.” She could and she did. Both girls were aware of this. There was no point in arguing. Saorise stood and grabbed her coat off the chair.

“I think she’s going to see Jodie. Eventually, she’ll need it.” Lana nodded.

“Don’t let them see each other. It wont turn out well Saorise.”

“I can’t control her.”

---()()()()()()()---

Margot was sitting at the bar at 9 that night when the casino had just started to pick up. She was drinking the drink named after her, a spiky red one that was a customer favorite for its flavor and its look. He surveyed the room, eyes catching the window where her dad probably was.

He was likely doing the same thing she was. Looking for someone to trick or someone that had plans to trick them. There was always the wonder of when the Firths were going to strike so being attentive was her job, not her sisters. Although Jodie was on the floor that night, unusually.

She was sitting beside her sister, drinking the drink named after her. The Jodie was fruity and tropical. Their dad had made both drinks for a happy medium when they were slinking around. Jodie didn’t drink hers often but tonight she was trying to make amends.

“Nothing ever happens down here,” the youngest said. She took a sip of the drink, pink lips curling around the twisty straw. Margot sighed.

“You have to wait sister.” They had made up tentatively but that was siblinghood. They may hate each other but it was also them against the world. Jodie had a knife in the stocking of her dress and Margot had a gun on the strap under her big coat.

At the same time they sat there, you approached the bar with Hugh by your side. You were laughing, feigning laughter, as you watched Jodie and Margot survey the room. You sat beside the older sister, looking over the menu.

The casino was bigger than it looked it had taken you ten minutes to find the bar.

“I think I’ll get...the Margot please,” you said with a flashing smile at him. Margot raised an eyebrow at the sound of her drink being ordered behind her. She turned on the spinny chair, meaning to make an entrance.

“It's the best on the menu,” she told you. In the back of her mind she was aware that she had seen you and that green sparkly dress somewhere before but she figured it was that you had been in the casino before. Something like that.

You gave her a smile, a genuine one. Easy enough.

“I’ve heard. You’re Margot right? The drink was made for you?” you asked as though you didn’t know. Hugh was sitting beside you, watching the interaction with closed eyes. You didn’t tell him what you were here for. He hadn’t known everything that was going on in the corner and you didn’t want to drag him into this.

“Yeah. My sister, Jodie. And you are?”

“Y/N and this is Hugh.” The name sent signals in Jodies head. Y/N. She almost dragged Margot away to tell her who you were but she waited to see if she was going to lash out or not. She waited with an oblivious look she had gotten good at feigning.

“Nice to meet you. Great taste in alcohol.”

“Well they do let you pick your poison.”

It was at that moment that Leonardo had entered the equation. He was to busy worrying about Jodie when he approached the couple of you at the bar. He hadn’t had a proper date with her yet and he figured it was time. He hadn’t even seen you until he was a few feet away and you were to be trained on the sisters to notice him.

“Leo! Darling I’m glad you could make it,” Jodie said with a smile. She was curious to see how you were going to react. You grabbed Hughs hand the moment you saw your ex. He was caught up in that green dress he had bought you.

“Oh hello. Margot, Jodie.” He paused, taking you and Hugh in. “Y/N. I don’t think I’ve had the pleasure…”

“Hugh,” Hugh said shaking Leo’s hand. You gave him a strained smile.

“You know Hugh I think we should grab some pizza. I don’t want to get to drunk. It was nice meeting you both and seeing you.” Your cover had been blown with Leo here. You had to get out.

“We just got he-”

“You shouldn’t have to gain a gambling addiction on my behalf. Plus I hear the pizza place is good have you been?” You were already up and dragging him away. Margot raised an eyebrow, taking your drink that you hadn’t touched.

“I can’t believe she was here,” Jodie muttered to Margot who nodded.

“You love birds have fun. I have to talk to dad.” She took your drink with her.

---()()()()()()---

“Please stop putting pepperoni on the pizza. There is no need for that much pepperoni on anything,” Dacre argued to his little sister. She was still wearing her ballet outfit from practice and because it was getting late she was hungry for the dinner she had skipped.

“You don’t have to fight my on what I put on my pizza. There is no need to fight me,” she said with a playful smile. The double doors swang open and Dacre turned from sitting on the counter to see you and Hugh walking in.

“Dacre, Natalia, this is Hugh, Hugh, Dacre Natalia. They’re together,” you said, leaning against the counter.

“Dacre and Natlia are together?” Hugh asked and you raised a hand, shushing him. Dacre took a deep breath.

“I’ll have to tell my dad. This isn’t good.”

“Maybe Timmy can marry Saorise.” You chuckled.

“If you think she will ever be married you are sorely-” you started but stopped, looking at Hugh who looked confused. “I have to go home. Can we get a piece of pizza?” You asked, out of breath and tired looking. Natalia gave you each a piece and Dacre was on the phone with Colin when you stepped out again.

“Why are there so many pieces of pepperoni?” Hugh asked. You chuckled, trying not to think about Leo and Jodie. Hugh made it easier.

“All the things that have happened and you just want to know about the pepperoni?” you asked, bewildered. He shrugged, taking a bite. It was a short walk back to the apartments.

“I figured you didn’t want to talk about the rest. Or you couldn’t. I don’t know.” You took a bite of your piece.

“Thank you Hugh. I know tonight isn’t what you expected and everything. I’m sorry, I just needed someone to be there with me.” He nodded, shoving his free hand in his pocket and finishing the last few pieces. You walked up the stairs to your rooms.

You stood in front of your respective doors, staring at each other.

“I can’t come in,” he muttered. You nodded, looking at your hands.

“Next time maybe?” you asked. He nodded and opened his door, walking in, leaving you in the hallway. You dug out your key from your pocket and stared at them, at the door.

And then walked back down the stairs.

---()()()()()()()---

Jake poured your drink the second you walked in.

“Hey princess. Rough night?” The bar wasn’t empty. There was a lot of people at the counter, talking and arguing but he had kept an eye out for you. You walked to the side of the counter and moved the little door open, walking behind the counter.

“You could say that.”

You pulled Jake to you and connected your lips together harshly.

‘My mascara is dry now Saorise, you always have the best advice.’

Part 3

[softspiderling]

honest feelings and bad timing - TEASER | t.h. / h.o.

Summary: It’s always been you, Tom and Harrison. A package deal. But sometimes things change.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader x Harrison Osterfield

Author’s Note: shoutout to @afangirlwashere for spinning this idea around and making me want to read it so bad, I had to write it. This is not going to be polyamorous, btw, I just didn’t want to give too much away.

Warnings: angst, underage drinking

Word Count: 1,5k

C O M I N G  T H I S  F A L L!

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“What’d you tell your parents?”

Tom tugged the hood over his head before glancing at Harrison. It was nearing nine pm, they just had their last day at school, and even though it was already dark and the street lamps were slowly flickering on it was still considerably warm.

“I told them we were having a good bye party at Cassidy’s place and that their parents were home, you?”

Harrison stuffed his hands into his pockets. “Told them we were hanging out at Y/N’s place. Didn’t your brothers wanted to tag along when you mentioned a party?”

“Obviously,” Tom snorted. “But mum luckily didn’t let them, said ‘Tom deserves this, you two should stay at home’.”

Sometimes Harrison envied how open-minded Nikki was. Even though he didn’t like lying to his mum and step-father, he knew that they wouldn’t have let him leave the house if he had mentioned a party, let alone alcohol. He usually wasn’t one for breaking the rules, but Nikki was right. It was the end of the school year and all three of you had a busy year.

Tom had been filming his film with Saoirse Ronan, you were going to countless auditions and Harrison had just recently been signed by a model agency. On top of that, you had been juggling the school work which you sadly did not get a free pass on just because you were auditioning, because basically every student was doing the same.

“Lucky you,” Harrison muttered Tom grinned at him, fishing his phone out of pockets when they rounded into your street.

“You think she’s already ready?” he asked and Harrison shrugged, glancing at your house that was standing at the end of the street, windows illuminated by the lights from within.

“She said she was.”

THE BRITS

You: I’ll be done by nine, don’t be late!!11!!

Tommy: we’re standing outside ur house. Should we knock?

“Do you think she told her parents about the party?” Harrison wondered and Tom tapped his phone against his chin, thinking as he stared up the window from your bedroom.

“I’m not sure actually. She’s usually honest with her family, so maybe?” he said, glancing at his phone when it vibrated with a new message from you.

You: no, I’ll be right down.

The boys watched as the light from your bedroom turned off and a couple of minutes later, you exited the house.

“Yeah, I will! Love you!” you called before shutting the door behind you and traipsing over to where the boys where standing, a black oversize hoodie hanging over your bare legs.

“Aren’t you going to be cold?” Harrison asked with a creased forehead and you squinted your eyes at him.

“I just snuck out before my mum could see me and now you’re the one concerned with my choice of clothing?”

“Haz is just saying that we brought hoodies but inevitably one of us is going to have to lend them to you because you’re cold,” Tom piped up and you scoffed.

“I’ll be fine. We’ll be inside the whole time and as soon as I’ve downed some shots, I won’t be cold, I promise,” you told them and linked your arms with them. Harrison sighed but let himself be dragged from you.

“I take it you didn’t tell them about the party?”

You gave him a look. “Are you crazy? Of course I didn’t tell them, you know how weird they get when I even show one sign of growing up and drinking underage is definitely that.”

It was three hours later when Tom and Harrison realized you had planned on doing exactly that.

The boys had left you alone to play a few rounds of Mario kart in the basement of Cassidy’s parents’ house while you had stayed upstairs at the main party. As the music upstairs was turned up so high, even drowning out the music from the basement, the boys found their way back upstairs, only to be greeted by a bunch of people dancing drunkenly and you in the middle of it on top of the dining table., crooning to whatever Rita Ora song was playing

Tom was gaping at you while Harrison sighed, rubbing his hand over his face.

“For god’s sake.”

“R.I.P. to the girl you used to see. Her days are over, baby she's ooooooveeeeer!” you yelled, your voice cracking. You lifted the WKD Blue bottle that served as your microphone and when you caught sight of your two best friends standing in the doorway, you beamed at them, waving them over.

“Haz! Tommy, come on and sing with me!”

You took a few steps forward and the table tipped over, sending you flying. Lucky for you, Tom dove forward to catch you in his arms while Harrison nearly got a heart attack.

“Whoopsie,” you giggled and looked up at Tom with glassy eyes. “Thanks Tommy,” you said and pressed a kiss on his cheek, your lip gloss smearing on his cheek.

“Alright, it’s time for us to leave,” Harrison announced and grabbed your hoodie that you had taken off during the night.

You pouted while Tom gently put you back on your feet. “You okay to stand, love?” he asked, his eyes full of worry.

“I’m fine,” you insisted, fixing the straps of your dress. “I don’t want to go home.”

“Well, life’s hard darling,” Harrison pointed out as he and Tom pulled the hoodie over your head. You planted your heels in the ground as they dragged you out of the crowded house.

“Bye guys!” you shouted, waving with your hands excessively.

“Bye Y/N!” Cassidy called back, her hands around her mouth. “Text me tomorrow!”

As you stepped out of the house, the cold air did a pretty good job of sobering you up a bit and you leaned quite heavily on Tom, as your surroundings started spinning.

You groaned into Tom’s shoulder. “Can we sit down for a bit?” you asked and he sighed before stopping, letting you fall on your butt. You leaned your forehead on your arms and closed your eyes, while two pairs of hands were rubbing your back comfortingly.

“You wanna tell us what this is about love?” Harrison asked, his annoyed tone from earlier having dissipated at seeing the state you currently were in.

“What do you mean?” you mumbled, voice muffled. “I just had too much WKD. Doesn’t mean there’s a deep meaning behind every stupid thing I do.”

The boys shared a look over your head because it usually meant exactly that. Out of three people in this friendship it was usually you who took care of the boys and scolded them for being stupid and not thinking things through. Even though it was refreshing to not being taken care off once in a while, Tom and Harrison were still concerned for your well-being.

You sighed and looked back up, a frown on your face. “James broke up with me,” you mumbled out, plucking some grass from the dirt before throwing it at your feet.

Harrison pulled a face while Tom furrowed his brows. You had met James at an audition for a film and immediately clicked with him, which neither of the boys understood because they both couldn’t stand the guy. He was way too polished and the way he looked down on BRIT school just because he went to some fancy actors’ school in New York was maddening.

“I know you guys didn’t like him, but I really did,” you said and Tom leaned his head on your shoulder.

“What happened?” he asked and Harrison mirrored his actions.

“Do we need to kick his ass?” the blonde asked and you laughed, causing the boys’ heads on your shoulder to shake with the vibration of your body.

“No, you don’t have to. I’m fine,” you said and they gave you a look. “Okay, I’m fine now. I just wanted to forget for a few hours. Being dumped fucking sucks.”

You then grew quiet and the only thing that could be heard was the music playing at Cassidy’s house. Trickling your fingers down Tom’s arm he was leaning on your knee, you laced your fingers with his before doing the same with Harrison’s. You still felt a little empty inside, but sharing the news with your best friends seemed to have dulled the pain a bit.

“I’m really glad to have you guys, you know,” you said quietly. “Thanks for joining me at my table in the cafeteria two years ago, I never had friends like you two.”

“Of course love,” Harrison hummed, squeezing your hand. “Who else would keep us out of trouble?” Tom joked and nudged your arm with his nose.

“You were the ones keeping me out of trouble tonight,” you threw in and closed your eyes for a bit. The way home was long and it was late, the alcohol still coursing through your veins. You weren’t sure how to get home without your parents hearing you and finding out about your drunken state, but you knew that everything was going to be fine as long as the boys next to had your back.

A/N: I’m sooooo excited for this to come out!! Please let me know what you think of this and share your excitement with me!!!

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