#an idea that's been bouncing in my head for a bit

[prettymfwrites]

More Paige pranks please😭!

Mommy's Friend (Prank)

Paige x wife!Reader

[Camera Recording — Reader’s POV]

The video starts with you crouched behind the kitchen island, camera propped up and angled toward the front door. You're whispering excitedly into the mic, grinning like a little kid who just stole from the cookie jar.

"Okay y’all," I whisper into the camera, trying to keep my voice low so our daughter doesn’t give it away too early. "So, Paige is on her way home from a media shoot right now, and today we're pulling the ultimate prank. I got Parker in on it too—"

Cut to Parker, our 5-year-old, sitting on the barstool with her little pink Crocs swinging off her feet. Her curly ponytail bounces as she giggles and holds up two tiny thumbs.

“She’s gonna tell Paige that she missed ‘mommy’s friend’ who was here earlier today,” I grin devilishly. “And that we were cuddling like how mommy and mama cuddle.”

Parker giggles again and nods eagerly like she’s been practicing a line for Broadway.

"Y’all, Paige is gonna LOSE it—she’s so protective, especially with Parker. I’m gonna act super calm, like I have no idea what she’s talking about. Just wait. She’s supposed to be home any minute, so let’s gooo.”

Cue the soft click of the door unlocking.

---

The front door swings open and in walks Paige, fresh from a shoot. She’s got her UConn hoodie half-zipped, camera bag over one shoulder, and that familiar ‘I’m-tired-but-will-smile-for-you’ look on her face.

“Hellooo?” she calls out, toeing off her sneakers. “Where’s my girls at?”

I glance toward Parker and mouth, ‘go!’

Parker dashes toward Paige and throws her arms around her legs. “Mama!”

Paige scoops her up like clockwork. “Heyyy baby girl! You miss me?”

Parker nods, curls bouncing. “Yeah! You missed mommy’s friend though! She was here and they were cuddling on the couch like you and mommy do!”

Cue silence.

Paige stiffens just enough that I notice. Her head turns toward me, eyes narrowing slightly as she tries to piece it together.

“What friend?” she asks with a soft laugh, still balancing Parker on her hip. “Who came over?”

Parker beams. “I dunno her name! But she was pretty. They were real close! Like this—” Parker presses her cheek to Paige’s shoulder dramatically.

Paige gently sets her down. “Why don’t you go play in your room for a little bit, baby? Mommy will come in to tuck you in later.”

Parker skips off. “Okay! Love you!”

Paige turns slowly to me, eyebrows already scrunched together in concern.

“…What friend was Parker talking about?”

I play dumb, continuing to pour juice into a glass.

“Huh?”

She crosses the kitchen. “Don’t ‘huh’ me. Parker just said you had some friend over, and y’all were cuddling like we do? What is she talking about?”

I sip the juice.

“I think she was just being silly. Probably a cartoon or something,” I shrug, placing the cup in the sink.

“Babe,” Paige’s tone is more serious now. “That didn’t sound like pretend. Did someone come over today?”

I casually pick up my phone and scroll like she didn’t just ask me a very direct question.

Paige’s nostrils flare. “Are you ignoring me right now?”

“Hm?” I don’t even glance up.

Now she’s standing right in front of me, hands planted firmly on the counter.

“You know how I feel about having someone around Parker without telling me first. So, did someone come over?”

“Nope,” I say, still scrolling. “Nothing happened.”

Paige’s eyes narrow. She pulls her bottom lip into her teeth, breathing slowly. That’s how I know she’s trying not to snap. She's not yelling—but she’s definitely mad.

“So Parker just made all that up?” she asks tightly.

“Looks like it.”

Ok she's officially scary looking.

“She said y’all were cuddling,” Paige presses. “That’s not a detail you imagine unless you see something.”

I finally glance up with fake innocence. “Maybe she saw it in a movie?”

Her jaw clenches, and I know I’m on thin ice.

“Don’t play with me right now,” she says low. “I just got home and the first thing I hear is that my wife was snuggled up on the couch with a ‘pretty friend’ while I was gone. I’m trying really hard not to make this a thing because Parker’s still awake. But you’re gonna have to explain it...right now.”

Just as I’m about to “forget” how to respond, Parker runs out from the hallway clutching her toy bunny.

“Mama, can I have some juice too?”

Paige steps back and nods, but her eyes never leave mine.

“Yeah, baby. Sit at the island, I’ll pour you some.”

---

I hand Parker her juice and take a seat across the counter. Paige leans back against the fridge, arms crossed, her expression unreadable but tight.

“You’re seriously not gonna tell me what’s going on?” she says under her breath.

I bite the inside of my cheek, trying not to laugh.

Parker sips her juice loudly. “Mommy?”

“Yeah, baby?”

She lowers her cup. “You should tell mama. It’s not nice to make her all tight-face.”

Paige lets out a soft chuckle but doesn't look away from me.

“Oh, I’m tight-faced?” she repeats, raising a brow.

Parker nods. “Like when I spilled syrup on your laptop.”

That earns a tiny laugh out of me.

Paige finally huffs and leans across the island. “Look. I love you. But I don’t like feeling like I’m being lied to in front of our daughter.”

I finally crack.

“…Okay, okay, wait. Let me show you something.”

I reach up to the cabinet and pull out the camera, spinning it toward her.

“Smile, you just got caught lacking again!”

Paige blinks.

Then stares at the red blinking “REC” light.

Then at Parker.

Then at me.

“…Are you kidding me right now?” Her voice breaks with disbelief, followed by a slow, stunned laugh.

I grin.

“You should’ve seen your face. You were about to interrogate me like I was on the witness stand.”

Paige sighs with relief, dragging a hand over her face as she exhales.

“I swear I was one second away from calling your mom like, ‘You better come get her.’”

Parker claps her hands. “We got youuu, Mama!”

Paige walks over and scoops Parker up, kissing her cheek with a laugh. “You little actress. I was about to go full hulk mode.”

“I practiced my lines!” Parker beams proudly.

Paige turns to me with a smirk, still holding Parker on her hip.

“You had her rehearsing? Wow. Betrayed by both my girls in the same day.”

I lean into the counter with a grin. “Don’t act like you’re not lowkey impressed.”

“Oh, I’m plotting revenge as we speak.”

We laugh. The tension’s gone now—replaced with that buzz Paige and I always get when we prank each other. Except this time, I can tell something else lingers in her eyes. A little heat. A little challenge.

She lowers Parker down gently. “Alright munchkin, it’s bedtime for real now. Go brush and I’ll read you two stories, okay?”

“Okay!” Parker skips off again.

As soon as she's out of sight, Paige slowly rounds the counter and cages me in between her arms.

“You,” she murmurs, voice a little deeper now. “Are so lucky that was a prank. Because the way I was ready to question your every move this week?”

I swallow, her closeness already doing things to me.

“Forgive me?”

Her lips hover just above mine.

“I dunno…” she teases, brushing her nose against mine. “Might need a little…convincing.”

“Like what?”

Her hand traces my waist slowly, lips brushing the shell of my ear.

“Wait ‘til Parker’s asleep and find out.”

I grin at the camera.

“Well, y’all, this has been another successful prank—Paige’s blood pressure might’ve gone up, but the views are gonna be worth it.”

Paige tilts her head. “You better hope the comments still got your back when I get my get back.”

“They always do,” I wink.

We blow a kiss to the camera together. Paige smirks at me one last time before flicking off the recording.

---

The red light fades. Paige’s hands don’t.

She leans in closer, eyes gleaming. “You really had Parker lying for you?”

“She’s got a future in acting, what can I say?”

“You’re gonna pay for that one, mama.”

“Looking forward to it.”

I need more good recommendations 🙏🏾

[likeanangell]

Thinking about….overprotective girldad!quinn

SYN. When your three year old daughter, Melody, is confused and teary after some girls make fun of her curly hair.

WARNINGS. teasing/bullying

AN. For my curly haired queens! (also peep Demi’s hair :)

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹🧁♡

“they said it’s ugly.”

her voice was so small you almost didn’t hear it.

Quinn’s hands stilled behind her head, gentle fingers frozen in middle of the braid.

you looked up from across the bathroom, mascara wand in hand.

“what, baby?”

melody sat on the counter in her little leotard, pale pink with satin ribbon crisscrossed over her tiny chest. she was all glossy eyes and flushed cheeks, fingers picking nervously at the tulle. her curls were damp from the morning spritz, one braid done, the other barely started.

she had been acting weird about going to ballet practice. You could only guess she couldn’t handle it anymore, and spilled

“my hair,” she said, blinking fast. “some girls said it’s ugly”

your heart dropped. Quinn’s face didn’t move, but you saw the muscle in his jaw twitch.

“what girls?” he asked quietly.

melody shrugged. “just some in the class. they said it looks messy. and one girl said it’s so hard to look at.”

you blinked hard.

your hand lowered.

Quinn crouched slightly, brushing one of her golden spirals off her cheek. “did they say anything else?”

she nodded, eyes filling. “they said uhm … they said their mommies do their hair the right way. and that i should ask mommy to make mine flat.”

melody shifted on the counter, voice thick and shaky. “but I like it…”

Quinn’s fingers clenched at his sides.

he didn’t say anything for a second. just looked at her, looked at you. your eyes were already wet. she didn’t even realize what was happening … not really. she was just repeating things. things she’d heard. things she felt.

“baby,” you said softly, gently rubbing her back. “your hair is beautiful. so beautiful.”

she sniffled. “i know you think that.”

“and you know who else does?” Quinn asked, clearing his throat. “Your uncle Lukey, he has the same hair as you”

melody nodded slowly, “He said I look like a ballerina.”

“you are a ballerina,” he whispered, kissing the top of her head. “and ballerinas can have any kind of hair they want.”

you felt your throat burn as you watched him finish her braid while she stared at him through the mirror. he was quieter now. a little too quiet.

when melody hopped down from the counter to go grab her coat and shoes, Quinn’s jaw locked again.

“we’re talking to her teacher.” he said low.

you bit your lip. “Qui—”

“no.” he glanced at you. “i don’t care if they’re kids. i don’t care if it’s a ‘phase’ or if they ‘don’t know better.’ someone needs to tell them. i’ll do it nicely. but i’m not letting her think there’s something wrong with her.”

you nodded, wiping your cheeks.

“we could switch studios,” you said softly. “i don’t want her somewhere that makes her like that.”

“she loves it there,” he said, voice cracking just slightly. “she loves the music and the teachers. she’s good there.”

you blinked hard, watching melody in the mirror, twirling in her tutu, her curls bouncing with each spin.

“okay,” you said, voice quiet.

and that afternoon, after class, you knelt beside melody while Quinn talked to her teacher, Mrs Greta.

She said that her and the other teachers had no idea that this was going on. They would be having chats with the girls and their parents about the situation.

in the car on the way home, with her water bottle in her lap and her bunny clutched in one hand, melody whispered

“i love you mommy, and daddy.”

Quinn reached back and squeezed her ankle gently.

“We love you more, baby”

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬. Hope y’all enjoyed…and for the record I wouldn’t call this “overprotective” but I needed a title

[tobeafangirl]

rebel with a cause

Words: 8,866 Rating: M | smut (oral (mtf), protected sex) fluff (pining/golden retriever/lover boy) angst (minor angst, mostly passive aggressive, cheating) Type: Harry Styles x Reader ❀ Masterlist ❀ Requests ❀ Taglist ❀

He sat in the headmaster’s office holding a bag of ice to his knuckles. He hated this, this is not like him. He doesn't fight. He can barely hold his own. But her? She made all the rules sound fucking stupid and he would break them all for her.

Worst part is, she's standing out there looking at him like she's thankful for something he did for her. Yeah, he did it for her and he would have told the world that if she wanted him to. 

Because sure, they’ve never really talked and he sounds like a borderline obsessed freak but there has just always been this thing between them. Sure, it was unspoken but it was electric. And he  knew she felt it too. He could tell by the way she looked at him. It drove him crazy. He didn't think he had ever craved someone on every level until he met her. 

He don't know if he love her, but if this is what love feels like. he will’ll fucking take it, and he will keep it forever.

His leg was bouncing like it was being paid to do so and he just really wanted to leave. “Hey do you think you can give me my detention or whatever the fuck and let me go?” He leaned forward toward the secretary, his brow raising as she huffed. “Styles! We will not tolerate that language!”

He winced. Absolute gobshite. “So sorry, yeah, right. So, can I go?” He pointed in the direction he saw her. He just wanted to walk past her, that’s all. Hold his head up. Took a hit for her, didn’t he? “Not until you speak to the headmaster!” Oh, right. That. 

Just then, like magic, she entered the room with said headmaster. He looked pissed and she held a smile that looked nearly apologetic. He wanted to reach out and tell her there was nothing to be sorry for. He did what he did. Whatever.

“Right. Ms. Robinson. Seems like here that Miss Y/LN says that Mister Styles was defending her honor and therefore would like for him to be dismissed.” The headmaster said in a rush or breath, like he couldn’t believe this was happening. Hell. Him either. He looked directly at Y/N and she gave another small smile. 

He had no idea why she got him off the hook but you bet your sweet arse he was about to thank her for it. In any way she seemed fit. Harry smiled at Miss Robinson and she begrudgingly dismissed him. Harry walked out of the office, tugging his jacket on tighter as if showing off, offering a polite smile to Y/N. He saw the corners of her mouth twitch. Cheeky. He knew she had a bit of a dark side. 

Harry also waited outside the office. Just for that pretty face. About ten minutes later there it was, coming out of the office and stopping in her tracks as soon as she saw him. A brief roll of her eyes and she started to walk down the hallway. He caught up with her quickly, smirk plastered. From a distance she're stunning, up close? A fucking daydream.

“Thanks for that, by the way.” He said smoothly, eyes on her. She hummed in response. Hard to get. That was fine, he was pretty good at the waiting game. Well, sometimes. 

“What do you say I thank you properly? Take you to dinner?” It made her smile, even if it was small and accompanied with an eye roll. “Harry, thank you for what you did. You didn't have to do that but I'm sorry–I can't.”

Right. Because the twat was still her boyfriend. Why wouldn’t she break up with someone who was a total piece of shit and treated her like crap? Harry would never understand why he had such a hold on her, but he pushed it aside, a lopsided smile gracing his face. “Offer will still stand if you ever change your mind.”

She smiled, and Harry could swear that her smile could cure almost anything. But then she walked away and his smile faded into nothing. Then, like clockwork, he heard the laughter behind him. Harry turned his head with the most pissed off look he could muster and there he was:

Zayn.

Laughing his arse off at his failed attempt with her, yet again. “Give it up mate, she’ll have a restraining order by Tuesday.” It was Monday. “I will never give up on love.” He says dramatically, slapping his hand over his chest. All the theatrics, the things Harry does for Zayn. He rolled his eyes at him, acting annoyed. Harry knew he loved him. Been mates for too long for him not to. 

He could have bailed on him plenty of times and yet here we are. Practically sharing a locker and sometimes a bedroom. Some days we were brothers, others? We bickered like a married couple. But they were stuck with each other, Harry was perfectly okay with that. 

“Okay, man, love left. Love left like five years ago. Love has never existed between you two. In fact, I think love—” Harry held his hand over Zayn’s mouth as if he was speaking evil into existence. “Would you come off it?! Your negativity is why you never get dates.” Harry was quick to retrieve his hand, Zayn licks. He always licks. 

“I’ve been in a relationship since year nine, Harry, my ‘dates’ are every Friday night.” Harry furrowed his brows together, tilting his head. “So, that’s why you’ve been blowing me off?” He acted like he didn't know this information. Like he didn’t know all Zayn’s information. Zayn rolled his eyes and then clamped his hand on his shoulder. “Sorry, mate.” Zayn gave a fake solemn look and Harry pouted, continuing the banter. 

“It’s my arse isn’t it? Too fat.” Harry shrugged as if that was just the obvious answer and Zayn laughed, shaking his head. “That would actually put you on top of the list.” He made a face, and Zayn made one in agreement. 

Next thing he knew, Zayn was ruffling his curls and pulling him down into a headlock and he was protesting with every part of him. Long arms flinging around, laughter filling the hallway. “We are not making out, don’t even try it!” Harry protested and Zayn laughed harder. “You wish, pony boy.” Zayn finally shoved him off and Harry stood tall, straightening his jacket for the millionth time today. 

“Don’t know why I’m friends with you.” Harry muttered, not meaning it. “Who else would be?” Zayn retorted and he shot him a look of annoyance and we both broke out into a smile. His mate for life, that guy. 

Zayn and Harry started to make our way out of the school and into the parking lot. The day was over anyway, especially after the event that just took place. Once we were out there, Harry heard her voice and his head was immediately in her direction. She was standing with that idiot that was now supporting a new shiner on his face. Ha, he did that.

“You gonna tell me what happened?” Zayn asked him as he opened the boot of his car and started to throw his stuff in there. He tossed mine in as well. “So we were at PE, yeah? Then out of nowhere, Y/N comes storming in, looking livid as all hell. Her boyfriend behind her, yelling things that would make my mum punch me in the throat.”

“He was saying shit to her?” Zayn asked with a raised brow as he looked over his shoulder at her and her boyfriend, seeming to still be having heated discussions. He gave a slightly disgusted look, Zayn didn’t like women being mistreated. He had sisters, and would do anything for them. 

“Understatement. Like, actual shit that should warrant a break up. And that has nothing to do with my secret feelings for her.” Harry tried to defend but Zayn just gave him a look of disbelief. Not mocking either. “They are a secret?” He asked with a deadpan look on his face. 

Harry gave him a full look of annoyance. “You’re the reason romance is dead.” Harry retorted and Zayn snorted at Harry’s attempt at an insult. “No mate, you’re the reason why girls cover their drink at the pub.”

“Hey! I am not, I am a sweet boy who respects women.” Harry was quick to defend himself. He knew zayn didn’t mean it that way, he was just shit at analogies. Always shit at analogies. 

Zayn scoffed, slamming his boot shut as making his way inside the car with Harry following suit. “Unless it’s Y/N.” Zayn said once they were comfortable in the car and Harry narrowed his eyes. “I respect Y/N.” He defended again, because he did.

“You pine after her.” Zayn corrected and okay, mayne he had a slight point there. Harry has had this, well, crush for quite sometime…since primary…first day in fact. Sure, kids were huffing glue and making macaroni art but Harry saw Y/N and he was hooked. She had a valentine from him every year, a birthday card, you name it. It finally stopped in secondary when cute school crushes became a bit more, well, creepy.

“I just think that she deserves the best and she’s clearly not getting it, Zayn. You didn’t see the tears, how upset she was. Someone had to teach that tosser a lesson, fucking wanker.” It practically boiled Harry’s blood just to think about it, let alone talk about it. 

Zayn scoffed, finally driving off to their destination. Harry's house. He looked out the window like a lost puppy when they passed Y/N in the parking lot. “And you what? Just had to be the knight in shining armour.” Zayn didn’t even know why he continued to entertain such a conversation, but he did. 

“I just wanted her to know that there is more out there.” Harry said softly, a bit defeated but his words were true. “And you think you’re that guy?” Zayn asked finally and Harry gave his answer quickly and firmly. 

“I think I could be.”

The car filled with silence after that, but it wasn’t grim. It was normal and comfortable. This happened daily if it was a weekday, Zayn always took Harry home. It was an arrangement they have had since Zayn got his car. Tradition by now. 

Just like always, he insulted zayn one last time before he exited his car, popping the trunk and getting his things out and almost barreling inside until he remembered. Surely, his mum would have gotten the call by now. Blimey he was going to get an actual ear full. 

He ran in but this was to pass by his mum quickly so he could go up the stairs and make it to his room without getting scolded, but he also couldn’t help himself as he peeked into Gemma’s room with a small innocent smile on his face. “Hey did mum get a call?”

“You bet your arse she did, trouble maker.” Gemma said excitedly as she sat up on her bed, her smile was wide and hungry for gossip and Harry couldn’t do anything but groan dramatically and thud his head against the doorframe.

“I’ll have you know I was defending a girl's honor.” Harry said annoyed, his voice almost a whine as he gave his sister pleading eyes. 

Gemma let out a loud sigh as she rolled her eyes. Clearly she wanted to rile Harry up and this was not the reaction she wanted. “Heard that’s why you weren’t getting in serious shit.” She crossed her arms. 

Harry was happy for Gemma’s change in demeanor, now taking the situation a bit more seriously than before. He knew she liked to poke fun but Harry had never really gotten into trouble like this. He’d never been in a fight. Zayn had, just twice, for his sisters but Zayn was the oldest he protected them. 

Harry would protect Gemma too, just to be clear. She is just older and usually can handle everything on her own. Men should fear her. People should fear her. She was a force to be reckoned with. Harry loved her for that. 

“Is she pissed?” Harry tests and the look Gemma gave him told him everything he needed to know. “She’s not happy.” Gemma informed him with a bit of pity on her face. Their mum, Anne was sweet as can be but when she was upset? Well, it made sense where Gemma got her bite. 

He had no idea how he survived in a house full of powerful women.

Harry tiptoed to his mum’s room. Peeking in before he just walked in. He knocked softly and walked in with the most innocent smile he could put on his face. But he was met with fiery eyes. 

As soon as Anne caught sight of him she stormed forward, marching right up to her. Her finger pointed out at him like he was getting a scolding, and well, he was. “Are you absolutely taking the piss?” Her tone was bitter and strong and it made Harry wince. 

“Mum! Don’t get all prissy, you know I can’t stand it.” Harry whined slightly and immediately got hit upside the head. “Language!” Anne shrieked, yeah she was furious. 

“I didn’t say anything!” Harry protested, rubbing the spot he was just hit and giving his mom a disapproving look. He knew she didn’t mean to, it’s not like it really hurt anyway. He was being a tad bit dramatic. 

Anne then sighed, her shoulders slumping, her eyes dropping down the scratched up and soon to be bruising knuckles of Harry’s. “What on earth were you thinking Harry? I mean fighting?” Anne questioned because it wasn’t like her son and Harry knew it was probably jarring for her. This is the type of stuff parents freak out over. 

Harry tried to brighten the mood by gesturing to his face. “Are we not going to comment on how I do not have a scratch on me?” He even gave a smug smile to sell it and Anne let out a sigh. 

“No, because I am terrified of what the other boy looks like.” Anne said softly, so soft that Harry almost didn’t hear it but his smile only grew when he heard it. 

“The same! Just a nice little shiner on his cheek.” Harry brought his pointer finger up to tap lightly on the apple of his cheek, his mother’s eyes widening as she watched him do said action and for a split second it was like all of that rage and anger came flooding back into Anne’s eyes. “Harry!”

Harry held his hands up in defense already as he prepared for his next blow. “Mum – he was literally being a complete shit to a girl and I was trying to defend her. That's why things were dropped, she told the headmaster what happened and she didn’t believe I should be in any trouble. And well, personally, I think that should extend to home.”

There was a pause. It was long. Harry’s arms lowered to his sides. 

“Was he really being mean to her?” Anne asked, her face contorting to something of slight concern. 

Harry let out a soft sigh, his demeanor now matching his mothers. Slumped shoulders, but there was an obvious ache somewhere. “Yes, mum. You’d ring my neck if you heard the things he said to her and I don’t know. I just got pissed, no one deserves that but she really doesn’t.”

“Oh no.” His mum said suddenly and Harry gave her a slightly weird look. “What?” His ask earned him a sigh from her. Harry’s eyes followed his mother as she walked further into her room. “It was Y/N, wasn’t it?” She gave a big sigh and it was Harry’s eyes turn to widen. 

“I–wha–does everyone know?” He asked nearly flabbergasted that even his mother knew about his slight crush. “She even knows, Harry!” Well, shit.

“I am not having this conversation, goodnight mother.” Harry turned on his heels to walk out of the room and he could hear his mother scoff behind him. “It’s 4pm.” Anne sounded unimpressed, Harry could practically hear her arms cross. 

“I will see you in the morning.” Harry just huffed as he continued out the door. “You haven’t even had dinner yet!” Anne called after him but he was already entering his room and shutting the door. 

Harry stayed in his room for the rest of the night, thinking about Y/N. Something about today felt different to him. She had stood up for him, spoke to him, maybe, there could really be something there. He knew he couldn’t give it up. Not yet. He’d find a way to talk to her at school tomorrow. Somehow. 

Fun fact? Harry didn’t have to. 

Y/N was standing by his locker when he entered school the next morning. He looked around himself trying to make sure he was in the right area but as his eyes turned to meet Y/N, she gave him a small wave. She really was waiting on him. 

“Hey.” She said softly once he approached, his head tilted to the side, a smirk planted on his face. “Hey.” He responded, pulling the bag over his shoulder. Y/N almost looked nervous and it made him curious. 

“So, um, there is a party tonight at Jasmine’s house. I wanted to extend the invite as a thank you for being so sweet the other day. Oh, and Zayn can come too, I know you two are like attached at the hip basically.” Harry could tell by Y/N’s fidgeting just how truly nervous she was and it made his smirk turn into a genuine smile. 

“We will see you there.”

***

“I’m not going.” Zayn said as soon as Harry mentioned the party and Harry looked at him like he had lost his mind. What did he mean that he wasn’t going? This was Harry’s in. 

Harry’s eyes narrowed. “What do you mean?” He spat out, and Zayn at first held an amused look on his face before he spoke. “I mean – my girlfriend doesn’t really like Jasmine so me showing up at the party would be suspicious.” He gave a small shrug like this was okay and not ruining Harry’s mood at all. 

“You’re on a fucking lesh.” Harry rolled his eyes at Zayn but of course, this didn’t phase Zayn. This was how they bickered sometimes. Mostly over stupid things. 

“At least I’m getting laid.” Touché there Zayn, touché there.

Harry sat there for a moment. They were currently at lunch and Harry had the perfect view of Y/N. She looked breathtaking even while eating. Harry didn’t think there was one thing she didn’t do that he didn’t find beautiful.

He knew at that moment, he had to go. He had to go to the party but not just because Y/N invited him but because he had a strong feeling he would regret it if he didn’t. 

“Okay, so I will just go and I will make a move.” Harry said nonchalantly, like his idea was no big deal and Zayn immediately choked on his drink, he was now giving Harry a look of fear. “Do not, and I repeat, do not make a move.”

Harry’s thoughts were filled with the different ways for him to try and start a conversation, maybe get her alone to really talk to him about everything. It’s as if Zayn knew exactly what Harry’s mind was doing. 

“She has a boyfriend.” Zayn reminds, the furrow of his brow disapproving of whatever Harry was already planning. “A bad one.” Harry retorted because it was a fact. 

“That — God, do those curls on your head make things hard to get through or what?” Zayn rolled his eyes, picking up his bag of crisps and diving back in. 

Okay, Zayn had a point but I was not about to admit that to his face. That was not how this works. Maybe he was delusional, but as he looked toward Y/N again, her boyfriend stupid arm slung across her shoulders, she looked almost somber. 

Then, their eyes met and Harry’s heart did a little flutter at the soft smile that was directed to him. It seemed genuine and he wanted to put it there every single day. There was no doubt in his mind. He was going to that damn party. 

***

Ten. Harry had tried on ten different outfits and he didn’t even think he had that many to begin with but here he was. He had been texting Zayn pictures of him to help him decide and he was pretty sure Zayn was close to having his head. 

But Zayn had style. It was effortless for him. Harry felt he had to try. Harry went through all of that just to go with something simple. He didn’t know what you wore at parties but he figured clothes in general would suffice. So, a white shirt and black ripped jeans was what he went with. 

Once he made that decision. Not mere moments later he stood in front of the door to Jasmine’s house. Oh the outside it looked like a ghost town. Besides the few cars on the street and in the driveway, it seemed calm but Harry could hear the thump from inside. The sounds of laughter, a bit of chaos maybe. 

He raised his hand and knocked loud enough for someone to hear. Was he even supposed to knock? Probably not. He was probably just supposed to walk in. He was being an idiot already. He reached for the handle but before he could open the door it swung open for him and he was greeted with the most beautiful smile he had ever seen. 

“Hey, you came! No Zayn?” Y/N's voice was a bit brighter than usual. Apparently she had loosened up some. Harry was trying his hardest not to stare in any way that was disrespectful but…goddamn. 

The outfit she had decided to wear was low cut and fitting and Harry simply couldn’t breath. “No Zayn. Just me.” Even his voice was a bit breathless. 

Y/N’s eyes turned fond, her smile softening and she looked so welcoming. “Well, that’s alright.” She said as she gestured for him to come in, which he did so promptly. “Did you want a drink?” She asked him and he nodded. 

“Sure, yeah. Beer?” He was trying to remain calm, keep the conversation flowing without trying too hard. She gave a nod. “Follow me.” She beckoned him and he knew he’d follow her anywhere.

Their trek to the kitchen was really eye opening. Harry didn’t know what he expected but it wasn’t  exactly what he thought it would be. Bodies everywhere, dancing, talking, drugs, alcohol is what he expected and there seemed to be some of that, but it was a bit more chill. He liked that. 

“I feel like I never see you at parties.” Y/N said as they finally got to the kitchen, she was already grabbing him a beer and popping it open. He took it with a smile and had himself a small drink before he answered. He decided to be truthful. “I don’t normally go to them.”

Her eyes narrowed slightly but a small smile tugged at her lips, she knew she had to. He wasn’t  here for the party. He could care less about it. “You didn’t have to come, you know?” She tested the waters. 

Harry felt like they were actually having a moment. The way their eyes met, dancing with each other like they knew each other. He smiled to himself, all lopsided but his dimples shined bright. “I know.”

Just as he thought he was getting somewhere because, God, it felt like he was. Just when he was going to take that step forward, deepen the conversation. Here he came. Tall, loud, annoying, Milo. He wrapped his arm around her waist and tugged her into him to the point she looked uncomfortable and Harry wanted to punch him in the face, again.

Milo was all laughs and high fives as if he was some sort of celebrity but his eyes glared once they met Harry. “Hey, aren’t you that dickhead who sucker punched me.” Milo pointed at him and Harry raised his brow. 

“Chill, Lo.” Y/N turned more into him to face him and Harry gripped his beer a bit tighter at that. Milo didn’t look too pleased. His voice was stern and firm but his eyes never left Harry. “Did you invite him?”

Harry didn’t like Milo’s tone, or the way he was looking or touching Y/N, like she wasn’t her own person. Like he owned her. He was about to say something when Y/N spoke. 

“I did.” She crossed her arms, stood her ground. Harry smirked.

“Nice. Real nice Y/N.” Milo scoffed and rolled his eyes, storming off to be the center of attention or whatever the fuck he did and Harry couldn’t help but think good riddance.

Y/N sighed softly, her head tiling some as she looked at him, her expression was soft and apologetic and Harry hated to see her like that. “Sorry.” She tried to chuckle as if that was completely normal behavior but maybe to her it was. 

Harry’s brows met together as he finally took that small step forward, sitting his beer down on the counter. “Why are you apologizing?”

She noticed his small stride forward but she didn’t say anything about it. “Milo can be a bit much…” She admitted but there was obviously more to it than that. She knew it. I knew it. 

“I’ve noticed.” Harry’s comment hung in the air for a moment. There was a slight crackle there, a hint that maybe something could spark from this. 

It was then when Y/N took her own step forward, bringing them closer together and Harry had to do everything to stay composed. She was just so close to him, he could see every little detail of her face. Her subtle makeup and how it enhances the things that were already there that made her so naturally beautiful in the first place.

“Why did you do it?” She asked softly and Harry cleared his throat some. “Do what?” He questioned as if he didn’t know what this conversation was about. 

Y/N scoffed, rolling her eyes in a way that was playful. “Don’t play stupid.” Y/N’s eyes met his again and Harry felt himself sigh, it wasn’t out of annoyance though, it was over the fact that he knew when she looked at him like that, he couldn’t deny her. Not in the slightest. 

“He was saying things about you—-to you. You don’t deserve to be treated that way.” Harry said softly, he was hesitant, part of him was telling him to reach out, reassure even if it’s just a friendly gesture but he didn’t want to cross a boundary. 

“You don’t even know me.” She whispered and it wasn’t malicious or in ill intent, she seemed cautious, vulnerable almost. Like no one had ever stood up for her before, even if they knew her well. 

“I don’t have to. It's just common decency.”

Y/N opened her mouth to say something but Jasmine's voice boomed over the music that was playing in the background. 

“We’re playing a game!”

Some cheered, some groaned but Harry and Y/N? Just kept eye contact with each other. Both silent, like they were having a private conversation with their eyes. 

“Okay, I don’t have to explain right?” Jasmine asked as the group that were all gathered in a circle. Harry noticed Y/N didn’t sit by her boyfriend. She didn’t sit by Harry either but that's besides the point. 

“You can explain why we are playing it.” Liam, a lad from Harry’s English class came forward with the question. 

Jasmine scoffed, rolled her eyes in full annoyance. “Because it’s fun, come on. You don't even have to do anything – make a friend!” She was too excited for this. 

And what was this? Seven minutes in heaven. A childish dumb game that was either a blessing or a curse depending on the situation. Harry hoped this was a blessing for him. 

He watched as people spun a half drunk bottle of Jack in the middle of the floor and then disappeared for seven minutes. Either coming back looking as they went or disheveled. There was no guessing who took the time to get to know each other friendly or intimately. 

It then was Milo’s turn and Harry glared at him but he noticed that Y/N didn’t make eye contact and when Milo’s spin landed on someone who wasn’t his girlfriend, he smiled. Fucking prick. 

After seven minutes, Milo came out looking just as he went in and for a moment Harry was shocked, maybe he was low, but not that low, but then the girl tipped toed from around him, wiping her smudged lip gloss and Harry could feel his blood boil.

Y/N noticed but she didn’t say anything. Harry wondered if this was a normal occurrence. If this is something he had done before. Or maybe she didn’t care, but that didn’t seem like Y/N. 

Within no time, it was Harry’s turn and he cleared his throat a bit. He sort of thought the game would be over before it even got to him but alas. Here he was. He spun the bottle, eyes glancing around as waited to see just who it would land on. 

As fate would have it, the bottle landed on Y/N and Harry felt his whole body spring to life. She looked at him through those ridiculously long lashes and for a moment he thought he saw a bit of excitement in her eyes. 

“Would you stop bloody staring and get into the closet?” Jasmine groaned out and Harry chuckled softly at her. For something that was her idea, she was really acting like she wanted this to end. 

“You’re not really doing this, right?” Milo spoke from the sidelines, his eyes narrowing. It seemed this was his typical behaviour but apparently it wasn’t Y/N. Made sense. 

Y/N rolled her eyes and then came at him hard. “Didn’t you just go into a closet with someone?” She crossed her arms in front of her chest, the double standard clear and the whole circle were looking between the two at the interaction. 

“Babe, that was different.”

Okay, Harry had enough. He stood, took long strides over to Y/N without any hesitation and he held his hand out to her. This seemed to stop all conversation and Milo looked at him like he was dead meat. 

Didn’t care. He was about to get seven minutes alone with her. Seven whole minutes. Maybe that’s all he needed. 

She took his hand and he smirked before even realizing. Protests could be heard from the meathead, but her? She was the one who led him into the closet. 

Once inside. Every male instinct in him said pounce, but of course, he was respectful. he was not about to make her uncomfortable. 

He watched as she shifted, probably trying to adjust to the darkness like he was and then, a phone light. You laughed and he wanted to kiss her immediately. 

“Sorry—“ She sat her phone down so it illuminated the room. “—Not the biggest fan of the dark.” He smiled at that. So she had a fear of the dark. That’s cute. That’s endearing. That made him wonder if she preferred the lights on in bed. 

What? He is a guy. Sue him. 

“It’s all good. Whatever makes you feel comfortable.” Harry told her sincerely. It was important to him. For her to be comfortable. He’d always honor that. 

“Why are you so sweet, Harry?” Y/N asked suddenly and Harry gave a small shrug. “Don’t reckon I am to most.” And he wasn’t. Harry had Zayn but other than that, he didn’t have many friends. He didn’t mind. He liked to keep to himself. 

Y/N scrunched her nose up some, it was cute. She looked at him like she didn’t believe him, but he understood that. “You are to me.” There it was. The way she pointed out the obvious. “Yes.” And how he always confirmed it without hesitation. 

Harry watched her face change from a sweet smile to a slightly more serious expression. “Why do you like me, Harry?” She asked him in a whisper and Harry had to take a deep breath. He was going to tell her the truth but he had to compose himself first. 

“Why wouldn’t I? Y/N, you’re incredibly beautiful and smart. So fucking smart. You have goals, a future. You know what you want in life and that’s so attractive. Then you’re sweet, I notice. How you treat others and how kind you are. You’re unbelievable in every sense of the word. There’s no way in hell I wouldn’t like you.”

Then, he felt her hands grasping his shirt and then her lips on his and—Oh my god. 

Oh my fucking god. 

You were kissing him and he felt like he took too long to respond because his mind was an absolute fucking wreck. 

You tasted like strawberries and a hint of some type of liquid courage and he was addicted already. The grip she had in his shirt loosened as the kiss went on and he took his time. 

We might only have seven minutes but I’m going to treat it like we had a lifetime. He let one of his hands take her by the waist to pull her in closer. Flush. His other hand cupped the nape of her neck and he swore he heard her make a noise and he had to fight every single urge running through his body. 

Your lips were soft but they kissed fiercely and he liked that. It wasn’t as sweet as he wanted our first kiss to be but it was passionate. Then, her tongue graced his lip and he fucking melted. 

You knew what she wanted and that confidence was something else. A turn on. No, seriously. His jeans were fucking tight. He licked into her mouth like he was on a mission to memorize it. Then he heard it again. Yeah, that was definitely a moan. And he wanted to hear it again. 

He moved then, shifting us, pressing her against something, anything. Finally when she was pressed against the wall, he was able to slot his leg between hers and he knew she could feel him. There was a soft gasp from her, but she smiled into the kiss. 

Although, he could kiss her lips all day and never complain. He wanted more. Needed, actually. And he had no idea how much longer we had before this moment was ripped away from us.  His lips moved over the curve of her jaw, to her ear where he nipped at her earlobe and caused her to suck in a breath. 

“Fuck, you’re perfect.” He whispered into her ear and she dug her nails into his back and why couldn’t this be as many minutes as he wanted in heaven. Because those minutes would be forever.

“Harry..” You whispered and there was a slight warning there but there was also desire and he could feed off of it. His lips were on her neck now and her hands were in his hair, tugging, gripping. He was nearly lost. 

Until. 

His back hit the opposite wall so fast and he was very confused. However, the confusion was quickly replaced with understanding once he heard the twist of the door knob. Their time was over. 

“You two look like you couldn’t get farther away from each other.” Jasmine said and he smirked instantly, but he looked away to try and hide it. Y/N shot him a glare. Harry thinks he is actually in love with her. 

“Can we leave or is this our new home?”

Jasmine rolled her eyes but she stepped aside and they both walked out. He couldn’t lie. He was on cloud nine. They just made out. Like properly made out. Sure it was in a closet and not the way he had envisioned it. But it happened. And she enjoyed it. Does that mean it will happen again?

“Sorry you got stuck in the closet with such a delinquent.” Milo was practically standing right around the corner waiting for them. He had this look on his face that only screamed bad news. Harry was really sick of this guy. 

“Milo.” There was a clear warning in her voice this time. Not like in the closet. No, he was wearing her thin “Can we go?” She snapped and Milo looked offended. 

“No, the party hasn’t even started yet!” He truly sounded like a brat and Harry had to step in. He just had to. “I’ll take you.” He spoke up and bothe Milo and Y/N’s head turned toward him in shock. 

Milo let out a chuckle and moved to mask Y/N some. “Not a chance, bruv.” He said and Harry was trying to mentally prepare himself for a fight. 

“Okay.” Came a soft voice that belonged to Y/N as she stepped from behind her boyfriend. Milo looked at her like he was seeing double. 

“What?!” Milo’s voice even sounded like it jumped an octave but Y/N stood her ground. Reaching out, she took Harry by the arm and pulled herself to his side. 

“I said I wanted to go home. I’m going.”

That was final. And that’s how Y/N ended up next to him in his car as he drove them to her home. It was silent for a moment during the ride, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It felt a bit necessary to fully process what happened. Not just between them but the whole night. 

“It's the house on the corner still, right? Off Shade Hollow?” Harry asked after a beat and Y/N shot him a bit of an impressed look. “How do you know that?” She questioned and Harry bit his lip. 

He felt like he could feel himself almost blush at what he was about to say next. He shifted a bit before he cleared his throat. “Year six your mom made you throw an all inclusive birthday party. I came.” Laughter then filled the car. “Of course you did.”

Harry glanced at her at that, his smile widening some. “You don’t sound surprised.” He acknowledged as turned his attention back to the road but before he looked away he was sure he saw her smile slightly falter. 

“Nothing can phase me after tonight.” Her voice came out soft as she spoke and Harry pursed his lips together, his shoulders relaxing some as he was nearing her house. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked and she scoffed immediately, “What? My infidelity?” She rolled her eyes but closed her eyes and sighed after. As if she was displacing her anger and she was trying to compose herself. 

“He’s not good to you, Y/N.”

“That doesn’t justify it.”

“He was literally in that same closet making out with some girl.”

“And I was no different.”

“I don’t — regret it Harry, I just need to figure some stuff out.”

“I’ll give you that.”

And he did. He gave her time. 

Two weeks to be exact. In the meantime, telling Zayn about everything was pretty funny considering he sat there with his mouth wide open as if Harry was lying about every single word. 

“She kissed you?”

“Yes.”

“You kissed her?”

“Yes.”

“You made out?”

“Properly.”

“Holy shit.”

“Yeah.”

That was the conversation in a nutshell. 

Things have been happening and Harry has been noticing. Y/N and Milo have been seen less together, and rumors have started about a possible break up. Everything was solidified when the meathead himself walked down the hallway with a new girl on his arm. 

Harry was the happiest he’s ever been. 

He was ecstatic when he and Zayn walked outside after the last bell and saw Y/N leaned against Zayn’s car. Harry started to smack Zayn’s shoulder while Zayn just laughed at Harry’s reaction. He nearly tumbled down the stairs. 

“She’s there.”

“I see.”

“I should go.”

“You should.”

Harry nodded and then turned back to face Y/N, she was now sporting some small like e were in some fucking rom com and he just wanted to run up and kiss her senseless.

He tried to walk down the stairs confidently, but his smile gave him away. He was looking at her like she was the only girl in the world and she was giving this warm smile that made his chest tighten. 

“Hey.” He spoke once his feet were planted before her. 

“Hey.” She cooed, glancing behind Harry at Zayn momentarily. “He mind if I steal you for a bit?” She asked with this look that said she knew the answer already. He didn’t even look at Zayn. “He doesn’t mind.”

Then, he was in her car, foot tapping against the floor board. She was wearing this easy smile like she felt free. It was beautiful. 

They were going to her place. Her parents were out and his brain couldn’t stop repeating the words she whispered in his ear. I can’t wait to be alone with you.

Oh, he was so fucked.

“Sorry it took a while, I have some…terms to come to, I guess.” She whispered softly as they neared her home and Harry’s heart felt like it could fall out of his chest. 

“No, no. I’m happy you took the time you needed. I want you to be ready for this, not scared of this.” Harry’s voice held a gentle tone and Y/N appreciated that. She smiled, it was warm like her. 

Harry could only describe what happened next as a rush. Car was parked, the front door unlocked. Harry might have gotten a small glance of the entryway before Y/N lips were on his and suddenly that was all he could think about.

His jacket came off first, it landed somewhere in the couch, shoes were kicked off at the bottom of the stairwell and then her lips parted from his, soft pants filling the air around them as they stared into each other's eyes, knowing exactly what was about to happen. 

Y/N gave him a smile and took his hand, leading him up to her room, his heart thudding in his chest. He felt like all his dreams were coming true at once. 

Harry wanted to look around the room. To see where Y/N felt the most comfortable. To get to know her on a more personal level but as soon as he pulled that door closed behind him. His focus and attention were solely on her. 

Before she could even turn around Harry stepped behind her, his hand find her hip, his finger slipping underneath the hem of her shirt just to lightly brush the skin there, he leaned his head down, starting to press soft kisses to Y/N’s neck, she immediately tilted to give him more access and he watched with half-lidded eyes as hers closed completely. 

She Looked like elegance and Harry couldn’t believe just how lucky he was at that moment. His hand slipped further up her shirt as the little noises that started to escape her mouth edged Harry on. Her hand was now in his hair and he was sure she could feel his heartbeat against her back . But if it was any indication from the way she was breathing, her heart was beating just as fast. 

Then Y/N turned to face him, his eyes going directly to hers just to see them dark with lust and a hint of something else that made his skin tingle and his chest tighten. There was more to this than meets the eyes and they both knew that.

She reached down to remove her shirt and Harry couldn’t control his eyes as they immediately dropped, his breath caught in his throat as delicate lace covered the skin he had dreamed about. He followed pursuit, taking off his own shirt and he heard her audible gasp, even if it was soft. He smirked.

Harry watched as Y/N reached to unbutton her jeans and he closed the small gap between them. His hand covering hers. “Please, let me.” His voice was low, rough, raspy and he didn’t even recognize his own voice for a moment. She swallowed but nodded, moving her hands. You couldn’t cut the tension in the room with a knife. It clung to the air and coated over them. 

His hands moved slowly, his eyes watching her reaction, the way her chest heaved with each breath, even the way her thighs squeezed together a bit as he pulled her jeans down. She was ready for him and fuck was he ready for her too. 

He kissed along her thighs and she let out small shaky breaths that sounded like symphonies. “Harry.” She exhaled and you guessed it, he was done for. 

It was like something primal engaged inside of him and next thing he knew, he was standing and picking her up and throwing her on the bed, his body coming to nestle perfectly between her legs and his lips were on hers in a way that made her whimper. 

His jeans couldn’t come off fast enough, near damn painful from just how hard he was. And now they were both in their underwear and Harry never thought this would happen. He never thought he would be running his hands down her body, feeling the soft skin and subtle curves and dips. 

Never thought he would be snaking those same hands around her back to unclasp her bra and kiss down her body like he was on a fucking mission. And he was. He was damned determined to make her feel like she has never before. 

Harry pressed lightly into her skin as his finger tips ran up her torso to grasp her breast and then the room was suddenly filled with soft moans that only got louder as his lips came in contact with her hard nipple. 

He felt her fingers curled in his hair and she would light scratch and pull and that was enough to make Harry groan against her skin. He kept moving down. Dying to have her on his taste buds. Needing her in a way that was nearly feral. 

Before he knew it he was face to face with her core and Y/N was letting out little whines as soon as his lips left her. But the sight was something he had to see. Cotton was a bold choice because it left no room to hide. She was dripping. He licked his lips, the happiest grin on his face. Like he was a kid in a candy store. 

When the fabric was finally removed, Harry knew what to do. His head was buried nearly immediately, his arms wrapping around her thighs and pulling her to him, her legs over his shoulders. She wasn’t going anywhere. He’d be here for hours if she’d let him. 

As soon as he tasted her, he was hooked. Not only to her, but just how loud she got from only one stroke of his tongue and the quicker it moved, the louder she got.

His eyes were glued to her. One of her hands in his hair, the other pressing against the headboard and she tried to get closer to him. Her head was kicked back, eyes closed, face contorted in pure pleasure and if Harry didn’t have other plans, he would’ve come then and there untouched just from the sight.

Y/N started clawing at his shoulders, her body a mess, already having little spasms underneath him. “Harry, please.” She sounded desperate and he found he absolutely loved it. She kept going. 

“I need you.” A moan. “Inside.” A sharp intake. “Of me.” A whisper. 

That was it. He couldn’t hold back anymore. He felt a noise ripple from the back of his throat, near close to a growl and climbed over her. She had a light sheen of sweat coating her, giving her a glow that Harry had to memorize.

“Condoms in the top drawer.” She informed him, it took him less than a second to retrieve it, only a few to push his briefs down and kick them to the floor and just a bit longer to rip open the condom and slid it on. All the while Y/N was letting little giggles escape her which was causing Harry’s dimples to show from the grin he had on his face. “Shut up.” He mumbled, he knew he looked eager. 

“Hey.” He heard her soft voice as she turned his head to look at her. She kissed him, soft and sweet and almost too much for him right now. “I’m happy we’re doing this.” She whispered against his lips. 

“Yeah?” He asked, her words were music to his ears as their lips stayed softly tangled with each other’s. “Yeah.” She whispered and before Harry knew it, those soft kisses and whispers led to him back between her legs, those same legs hooked over his hips and the tip of his cock positioned at her entrance. 

When it happened, Harry saw heaven. He had to stop his eyes from rolling into the back of his head because he had to watch her. The look on her face was priceless and he wanted this to be his view every morning, afternoon, evening, and night.

His thrusts were slow, deep and demanding. Eliciting a noise with each thrust, his fingers were digging into her hip, his own soft moans intertwining with hers. They really did sound beautiful together. Nails were scratching down his back where heels were pressing into and his pace quickened. 

“So beautiful, keep making those sounds for me, love.” Harry whispered as he head hung in the crook of her neck, his breath hot against her skin. His words came out hot and passionate, “Fuck, you don’t know how long I’ve thought about this. You feel even better than I imagined so tight, warm and perfect.” 

That seemed to have done something because the next thing Harry knew Y/N’s hips were moving to meet his and she was saying his name like a prayer. Fuck, she was close and damn it, he was too. 

Harry shifted his weight to one hand beside her head while his other hand slipped between them, his thumb finding her clit and working the bundle of nerves to bring her over the edge. And boy, did it. 

The sight before him was forever burned into the back of his head along with a noise of pure ecstasy that he wished could be his ringtone. It was beautiful enough to be. 

Her eyes rolled back, nails dug in hard enough that Harry hissed, and the literal scream that erupted from her. Well, what man’s ego could ever recover from that?

“Fuck, fuck!” Harry panted, trusts erratic, the sounds of skin against skin filled the air and then, with a shudder that he will never forget, Harry buried himself deep inside her wasn’t released into the condom, a string of curses and her name falling from his parted lips as his eyes squeezed shut. 

Harry was in complete bliss, that is until he heard soft giggles below him. His brows furrowed, his eyes opening slowly to look down at Y/N’s glowing and smiling face. 

“Excuse me?” Harry acted like he was offended but his completely blissed out smile gave him away fully. His voice was a bit shaky as he tried to catch his breath. That just made her giggle more and he suddenly found it unfair that she was able to breath so easily while he felt like he just ran a marathon.

“You have a cute cum face.” She poked his cheek where his dimple would be and like magic it appeared, along with a grin. “Oh, bloody hell.” Harry groaned as he carefully pulled out, his muscles aching but he didn’t mind. 

It wasn’t his first rodeo, he pulled off the condom, Y/N held up the bin that she conveniently kept next to her bed and he tossed it inside. They really made a good team. 

Harry made himself comfortable in the bed before he pulled Y/N into his chest, his chin atop her head and a smile that couldn’t be erased off of either of their faces. 

“Ya’know. I’ve liked you for a while now.” Harry whispered into the air. His confession, if you could even call it that, was met with laughter. 

“Yeah, no shit.”

[81pastrys]

Unplanned

Part 4 / 5

Summary— The racing season kept Carlos from experiencing a lot of his baby girls first year and he learns that he isn’t attuned to her needs

Warnings— tiny bit of self doubt from Carlos if you squint

A/N— apologies it took so long

Series List

Main Masterlist

The birth timed beautifully with the winter break. Rosa was born a week after it had started, allowing them time to adjust to the new life. They had settled in Monaco with a nursery and master bedroom completed a few days prior to her water breaking.

Now they had gotten settled back in with the newborn, both of them completely confused on how to take care of her. They were given a plethora of information packets and such but most of it was finding their own rhythm.

“She won’t calm down?” Carlos asked, his wife looked tired, exhausted, and overall not happy at the moment. Rosa had been wailing for nearly an hour at this point. She was fed, changed, rocked, but nothing would calm her down. “Come see corazon.” Carlos cooed, taking the baby from his exhausted looking wife.

Carlos tried just rocking her but obviously that didn’t help. His wife took the opportunity to get some rest, leaving him to figure it out. He read so many articles before on newborns and how to actually care for them before the hospital, just to get a general idea.

He gently moved the little girl around to comfortable position for both of them and pat her diaper while cooing Spanish nothings to her. “Sí, mi corazon, te amamos mucho.” (Yes, my love, we love you very much) He got her to die down the sobs to whines and realized she needed a bit more to calm down.

He sat down on the couch and put her next to him, taking off his shirt and her onesie. He grabbed a soft blanket from the opposite side before lying her on his chest, then draping the soft blanket over them. She whined a little more before sighing and completely settled into his warmth.

“Eso es todo bebe.” (That’s it baby.) He continued to pat her bum to sell the deal and got her calmed down for now. His wife emerged a couple hours later to the sight.

She hummed happily and made them both dinner. She also had time to pump for the newborn. Carlos had rested a little, not too deep into sleep as to know if Rosa began to stir. Once his wife was done with her motherly duties she woke him up, keeping a watchful eye on them both.

“Hola cariño, did you rest well?” He asked. She nodded and caressed the newborns head gently. “Just needed some time with her papa I suppose.” He joked lightly.

The racing season was brutal, she chose not to go to all, just their three home races: Monaco, Britain, and Spain. That way they could stay with family or at their own home and she wouldn’t have to worry about hotels and such.

Rosa was a great flier, maybe even enjoyed it. She also enjoyed all the love from her grandparents. Carlos loved having them at the select races and made the most of it with them.

The garage enjoyed their company as well, she was respectful of their space and knew not to be distracting for Carlos. Rosa did not understand this, not even being 1 yet.

“Schatje! I missed you!” Max said quickly walking over. They had just arrived in Silverstone and they were walking into the paddock. Max had been promoted to the Red Bull’s senior team early on so he didn’t see Rosa in the garage.

She babbled happily as he took Rosa from her mum and he bounced and played around. “How’s your German battle going?” She joked. Max rolled his eyes and smiled.

“He’s more fighting his teammate if you ask me.” Max replied. Carlos caught up to his wife, daughter, and ex teammate before the conversation continued— having Been stopped by a Renault member before he could greet them.

“Hola Max.” He said out of breath. Rosa heard the accent and whipped her head around and reached for him. “Ayy, mi corazon.” He smiled. It was a Saturday and they hadn’t seen him yet. Their plane landed the night before but with Carlos already situated in a hotel— they stayed at her parent’s house. “Mi amor.” He greeted his wife with a kiss.

Rosa whined and curled up in his arms more. She wanted the attention on her. Carlos cooed to her and they walked to Toro Rosso. She clung to him like a koala for the time she could.

When his wife tried prying Rosa away so he could change, she lost her mind. His wife couldn’t get her hand to unclench from his team kit and he realized the severity of the situation. “Mi corazon, déjame ir.” (My love, let me go.) He said soft but strict. She listened because it was her papa saying she wasn’t listening.

“Thank you darling, papa will be done in a few hours.” Her mum cooed. She added a few comforting back rubs and her daughter whined and pouted.

All the races they went to were like this. Rosa would cling to Carlos and fuss until he could hold her again. Once the day was over they went back to her parent’s house, it was easier than to let Rosa’s separation anxiety continue.

“Mi corazon, te amo.” He cooed. It was late, he bathed her, changed her, fed her, and was now getting her settled for bed. He had his finger placed over her pacifier so it didn’t slip out as she sleepily suckled. He walked around the dark room until she knocked out, her hand losing its tight grip on his shirt as she drifted off.

He placed her in the travel bassinet and switched the monitor on. He went back out and ate dinner with his in-laws and wife. “She misses you.” His wife said.

“I know, I hate being away.” He pouted. The night went smoothly, no interruptions and peaceful sleep. The next morning she was still asleep when they had to get ready so they took their time to bask in the time they had just the two of them.

“Te amo, Carlos.” She whispered to him, she was cuddled into his chest. He repeated the words and they heard Rosa stir. “Seems like she’s awake.” She giggled. They got out of bed and Carlos grabbed his little girl.

“Buen dia, mi corazon.” (Good morning, my love) He said softly. She laid her head on his shoulder and sighed, holding her pacifier to her mouth with one hand and the other gripping his shirt near his shoulder as she woke up.

Once the season ended and he was home she settled more. They invited a few drivers and family to her first birthday. She was confused but loved the sugary food that came with the celebration.

The break went well, no trips, just being at home as a little family. Rosa wasn’t exactly familiar with Carlos’s parenting style as much as her mama’s but she made that clear. Whining to show her dissatisfaction and then her mama coming to correct Carlos.

“Carlos, amor, what are you doing?” He was trying to stack blocks with Rosa but ended up stacking them without her help and she just stared at him. She knew how to do it but in her mind she thought he didn’t.

“We’re stacking blocks.” He said casually. He unstacked them and left them alone for his wife to scold him. Rosa quietly stacked them back and clapped, something her mama used to do. He watched her, not thinking she could do it.

“Carlos, she’s one.” His wife laughed at his surprised face. Rosa babbled and crawled to her mama. “Huh darling, tell papa you can do it by yourself.” She cooed.

“Papa.” Rosa cooed and reached back for the Spaniard. He grabbed the little girl and held her high in the air. She giggled at first and then suddenly realized how high she was and began panicking. She whimpered and whined until Carlos brought her back down.

“Lo siento corazon.” (I’m sorry, my love) Carlos cooed. His wife shook her head and returned to laundry. Rosa cuddled into his side and suckled on a few fingers. “Ay, no hagas eso.” (Hey don’t do that.) Her lip quivered as he took her fingers from her mouth.

She burst into tears and mama returned. “What’s the matter darling?” She cooed grabbing the girl from Carlos. She repeated the cuddle and fingers to her mouth motion and Carlos once again removed her fingers. His wife swatted his hand away and she went to find a paci to replace the fingers.

“I’m sorry amor.” He apologized. She told him there was nothing to be sorry for and continued her day as if he wasn’t there. He shadowed her, seeing what she does day in and day out.

“Carlos, you don’t have to look over my shoulder all day.” She teased. “Here, go read Rosa a book in her room, she loves picking her own and sitting in my lap in the rocking chair while reading.” She explained for him.

He nodded and scooped Rosa up. Once in the nursery he set the girl down and she picked a book for them to read. She handed it to him and held sat in the rocking chair, it squeaked from the overuse and he chuckled. “Let’s read a book together.” He said smiling. He put her on his lap and read the book.

He couldn’t even do that right apparently. Rosa liked to linger on pages and look through the scenes that were illustrated. Carlos would read the words and flip the page, without lingering. Rosa pouted as he continued and that’s how her mama found them. Carlos oblivious.

Her mama sighed and grabbed one of Rosa’s favorites before sitting crisscrossed on the fluffy rug. Rosa scrambled to get off Carlos’s lap and into mama’s as she began reading and narrating the illustrations that Rosa pointed at.

Carlos sighed now, deciding to shower and leave them be. He missed milestones and doesn’t know what his daughter even likes to do daily. After his shower he heard giggles and splashes.

“Are you popping the bubbles?” He heard. A small ‘sì’ with giggles that followed and he awed. He didn’t even see it to know it was absolutely adorable. “I think papa is done showering, are you ready to get out?”

“Papa done?” Rosa questioned. Her mama explained again and he heard the tub start to drain the water. After a few minutes they emerged from the bathroom, both with smiles. “Papa!”

“Hola mi corazon, todo limpio?” (Hey my love, all clean?) He asked. Rosa looked a bit confused until her mama whispered what he said in her ear. Then she nodded at him.

“Let’s get dressed and then we can have big, big snuggles in mama and papa’s bed hm?” Usually Rosa wouldn’t sleep with them but Carlos seemed to need that comfort tonight. Rosa agreed and the three of them went to her nursery. Once she was diapered and dressed and well loved, they headed to the master bedroom.

“You get dressed amor, I’ll stay with her.” Carlos yawned. His wife giggled before giving him a kiss and disappeared to shower and get ready herself.

Carlos cozied himself on his spot and Rosa pouted at him from mama’s side. “Mine.” She mumbled. He gave her a confused look until she crawled to lay on top of him.

“Qué es esto?” (What’s this?) He asked chuckling. Rosa giggled while sprawled on top of him. He started ticking her gently and she burst into a fit of laughter. She yawned and then placed her paci in her mouth and scrambled the bed again, seemingly looking for something that isn’t there.

She whined and looked to her mama as she reappeared. “Lobo mama.” She mumbled through the pacifier. Her mama knew exactly what she was referring to and scooped the stuffie into her baby’s hands. A wolf head on a small square of blanket that had Rosa embroidered on it.

“Lobo?” Carlos asked. “Who gave you this mi corazon?” The little girl was too tired to recollect who gave it to her and just laid on his chest again, sighing at the warmth of him.

“Blanca gave it to her when we went to Spain.” His wife answered. “Said you had one when you were little.” Carlos rubbed his baby’s back and kissed her head, wishing her goodnight. His wife joined the bed and Rosa was sound asleep by then.

“She seemed upset that I was lying in my bed.” Carlos inquired. His wife let out a small chuckle and kissed them both.

“That’s her side of the bed when you’re gone amor.” She whispered.

Don’t hate me- part 5 will be a time skip.

@il0vereadingstuff @angelluv16 @pandabiiissh @itznotsophia @justaf1girl @widow-cevans @kallanfiona @angstynasty @san4117 @1dloverrxo @mayax2o07 @celestialend @sol3chu

[beef-brisket]

Adam laughed and patted Peter on the back: In all seriousness, you'll be alright. He's fucking happy with you. Just... look after him, yeah?

Peter was silent for a moment before looking up at Adam: Why does this feel like a goodbye...?

Adam: Huh? Weird goodbye. Nah, sausage. I ain't going anywhere anytime soon. I'm just saying... look after him, do right by him. No matter what happens.

Peter: ...To you?

Adam: And Lucifer.

Before Peter could answer, Abel bounced over and pulled him into a hug, Lucifer followed him but moved to Adam's side.

Abel: I have no idea what a wedding in Heaven's like!

Adam: Bells. Lots of bells. Loud fucking things.

Peter chuckled: And white rose petals! Oh, its beautiful Abbie! Wait, you've been here longer than me, you've never been to a wedding?

Abel: Oh- uh- well... between band and dads cook outs, I was never close enough to see!

As the boys talked, Lucifer elbowed Adam in the hip: "Cook outs"?

Adam laughed: Fuck yeah, babe. Best fucking cook outs in Heaven. I maned the barbie and everything.

Lucifer shook his head: Good God.

Adam: Yep... I had the fit and everything. Singlet, 3 1/4 pants-.

Lucifer: Stop. Jeez, that visual is... not good.

Adam: Not good?! I looked fucking got! Pft, oh well, looks like you aren't eating at my cookouts. Touch fucking crowd.

While Lucifer laughed, Adam felt his phone vibrate.

Raph: We still on?

Uriel: I think so! Addie said it was important.

Gab:Oooh, Adaaaam. Wanna give us an idea of why we're all coming over? ;}

Raph: Orgy?

Adam sighed. Filthy fuckers.

Adam: Hey, uh, you wanted me to warn the archanges, right?

Lucifer: ...Yeah. It'll probably be safer.

Nodding, Adam started typing.

Adam: Alright fuckers. No orgys... sadly. Look, I have someone here who kinda wants to see you, but he's a bit of a wuss. So. How many of you want to see Lucifer? 🍎👈🎸🐶

Adam quickly got distracted with soemthing Abel wanted, so he didn't check his phone for five minutes, but when he looked at his messages, he wanted to cringe.

Uriel: Lucifer? Like... OUR Lucifer?

Raph: He isn't our Lucifer...

Gab: But... wait, Adam. LUCIFER?!

Adam: Fucks sake.

Adam: Hm. Mixed reactions. What about... a guy that looks a LOT like Lucifer?

Uriel: Addie. You hate Lucifer more than any of us... why would you ask us to see him?

Adam: Uh... he's not that bad.

Raph: Not that bad? Baby, we used to rp me fucking your ass after he ditched you in Eden.

Uriel: Hey, so did I!

Adam: Alright. Shut up. Please. Look. He wants to see you guys, and he needs some goodness right now, yeah? Sooo, who wants to see Lucifer?

Hell's Missing the Devil

@beef-brisket

Lucifer wasn't sure if he had heard Sera correctly but the serious tone and look on her face told him that yes she was in fact serious.

Lucifer: I'm sorry.... What?

Sera sighed, she sounded annoyed: We will put an end to the Exterminations and in exchange you will be up in Heaven as a prisoner.

That..... Didn't sound ideal.

But neither were the Exterminations.

He didn't understand, wasn't the whole point of him falling so that he would never see Heaven again? Didn't that defeat the purpose?

Unless...... There was more to it.

Sera: Think about it. Come back here tomorrow when you've made your choice. Make the right choice for once.

He scowled when she left. What a bitch.

Lucifer did think about it and that's when it dawned on him.

With Lilith gone and now Lucifer, Charlie would have to step up and rule Hell. Which meant that she wouldn't have time to run her hotel.

It was underhanded and sneaky..... It was so Heaven.

But by doing this....... He would be saving his daughter too. He didn't trust them not to go after her one day.

Charlie: Dad you can't.

Lucifer: Sweetie, I..... I know this isn't ideal but it's for a greater good.

Charlie teared up: What am I supposed to do without you!?

It was different when he was just holed up in the manor, at least she knew he was safe at home.

But in Heaven? Lucifer was considered a traitor. Who knows what they would do to him.

Lucifer hugged his baby girl tight: Y-you'll be okay...... I love you.

Charlie: ...... I love you too.

She didn't want to let him go. There had to be a way to bring him home.

The next day, Lucifer went to the embassy where Sera was waiting.

Sera: So?

Lucifer sighed, this felt like a mistake but he didn't know what else to do to keep Charlie and their people safe.

Lucifer: Alright.......

Sera: Good.

She snapped her fingers and a pair of silver bracelets appeared on his wrists and Lucifer suddenly felt very drained. They must be blocking his powers.

With another snap, handcuffs with a chain appeared as well, Lucifer walked with his head down through the portal with Sera.

He would have laughed when he heard Peter freaking out. But any amusement left him when Sera said who he would be staying with.

Sera: You'll be under Adam's watch.

It felt ironic in a way.

Lucifer felt like he had been handed a death sentence as Sera handed his chain over to the first man.

[97keanu]

hi, can I request a ted logan x reader where the reader is kind of like basically a female version of him, same interests/slang/personality/fashion taste, and they get really close (in a fluffy way) and their date (fooling around the mall, and ted showing her some songs) feels more like a hangout in some areas? just pure adorableness :) ❤️ take your time btw, please and thanks!! <3

Omg yesss!!! I love this idea <33 he would do so good with a skater gf who just gets him ❤️

CW: Fluff, meeting the right one, skater shenanigans.

July has been brutal. The heat beats down on the cement, and after only a few goes on the half-pipe, Ted collapses onto the edge of the curb, wiping sweat from under his damp bangs.

“I think I see snow cones in our future, Bill.” He says in disbelief of the heat, shaking his head and staring out into nothingness, too hot to think.

“I like the sound of that, Ted.” Bill bounces down next to him, resting his head on the lip of his skateboard. “Can’t believe it’s already so hot, like, it’s barely noon, man!”

Ted grunts a response, looking to the sun and blinking away its bright light. He’s just about to propose heading somewhere that features some glorious A/C when something spikes his interest.

He sees you, skating with your eyebrows furrowed, lost in thought as you make moves he hasn’t even gotten down look effortless. Your hair whips behind you, a backwards blue ball cap keeping it in line just enough as you continue to practice your tricks. Ted is utterly awestruck, his mouth hanging up as he breathes a “Whoa…”.

Bill catches Ted’s line of sight as his friend doesn’t respond to him, and when he sees just what Ted is looking at he chuckles and claps a hand on his shoulder.

“My man Ted…” he exclaims, forcing Ted’s eyes away from you. “You should totally go talk to her, bro, she’s got some awesome steez.”

Ted looks down at his ratty skater shoes and picks at a loose thread.

“Nah…” he says, shrugging and shaking his head, not feeling at all confident enough to talk to someone as bodacious as you.

“Come on, man, she’s cute and she’s definitely your type! All you have to do is talk to her. And if she doesn’t wanna talk, we’ll go home early and get some excellent slushies from the Circle K on the way back.” Bill smiles from ear to ear, bobbing his head along as if he likes the sound of his own plan.

Ted’s eyebrows worry together, and he tries to think of something, anything to say to you, but the thought of having never spoken to you at all, and perhaps maybe even missing his chance to do so, has him standing up. Bill follows him, coming up off the curb and giving Ted a playful push in his back.

“Go on, man, I know you got this!” He encourages Ted as Ted looks back sheepishly.

You’re taking a break by your bag, drinking a bottle of water as if the liquid inside were lifesaving, and gulping for air after. You spot Ted coming near you as you’re reaching down to dig around for a hair tie.

“H-hey…” Ted gives you his signature lazy smile and waves awkwardly, then claps his hands together in front of himself in a swing.

You look him up and down, taking in his laid back eyes and his pretty, but sweat soaked hair.

“Hey, how’s it hanging?” You signal a shaka with your thumb and pinky out, a big goofy grin over taking your smile.

Ted feels instant relief with how welcoming of his presence you seem to be, he bounces from step to step, not able to stay still with his excitement and nodding along.

“I just came over to say that you had some gnarly moves, dude! And I’d really like to know if a totally awesome babe such as yourself would be willing to teach someone as lowly as me.” Ted tries to turn on the charm, keeping his words smooth and laid out gently.

You nod along as he speaks, nodding more as the words become clearer on what his intentions are.

“Oh yeah, totally, dude! I can show you some stuff…” You hold out a hand and introduce yourself, not minding one bit by how sweaty his hand is.

“Oh that’s such a sick name, mines Ted “Theodore” Logan, you can just call me Ted.” He’s almost sure his cheeks are right red, but maybe he can blame the heat if you bring it up.

“Well, alright Ted, let’s get this sesh started!”

And just like that, Ted didn’t mind the summer heat so much anymore.

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By the end of your skate session, you and Ted are sat on the edge of the half-pipe, breathing heavy and drenched in sweat. You take your ball cap off and fan yourself with it, the feeling of sun burn already starting to set in. You can’t help it though, it was just too much fun skating with Ted. He’s so laidback, so funny and goofy with the way he walks, way he talks, way he holds himself. You’ve laughed so much in the last few hours that your cheeks hurt. You finally check your watch and realize you have to go soon, but take a few moments to savor the setting sun with Ted, the two of you leaning back on your elbows beside each other.

“I don’t know about you, dude, but today has been no less than excellent.” He’s exhausted, but Ted’s having such a good time he doesn’t care one bit about sweating out of every pore.

“Majorly excellent, dude.” You say back, then glance over at his direction.

Ted notices you looking and faces you, suddenly realizing just how close the two of you are, and just how pretty the last rays of sun look running through your hair and twinkling in your eyes. You find yourself lingering in those soft brown eyes of his, how sweet and deep they seem. You drift to his lips, plush and pink and kissable right now, and you flick your glance up and back again as you see he’s looking at yours too.

You know you’ve only just met today, only in the last few hours, but right now, all you want to do is kiss him.

And for once in his life, Ted conquers the fear and shyness building in him and slowly closes the gap between you two, going slow and gentle enough so that you can stop him at anytime.

You don’t.

You let his soft lips engulf yours slowly, taking your time to steep in the feelings of butterflies in your stomach and a rush in your head. Ted lets his hand cup the back your head, pulling you close enough to deepen the kiss, each taking your time to savor the other and explore.

You pull away for breath and look into those puppydog eyes of his and give him a languid smile.

“Not only are you a gnarly skater, Ted Logan, but you’re also a pretty sick kisser too…” you laugh as you see the boyish blush and look on his face when you say this.

“Well not only are you a bodacious babe who can out skate me any day of the week, but you’re also an awesome kisser too.” He returns the compliment, unable to say much else with his head still reeling from your kiss.

You lean over to your bag and pull out a sharpie, then turn back to him.

“Let me see your hand, dude.” You hold out your hand and wait for him to put his in yours.

He looks at you quizzically but doesn’t disobey, placing his warm hand in yours which seems so much bigger in your little hands.

“Here, let me give you my number.” You write it down on the back of his hand and end it with a heart. “So you can call me the next time you’re coming out here to skate.”

Ted nods along excitedly, his hair flopping here and there as he does so.

“Absolutely! I will so totally call you.” He gazes at the number on his hand like it’s gold, searing it into his memory.

You both enjoy a few more minutes of each others company before it’s time to pack up and go.

—————

From then on it was late night call while twisting the phone cord around your finger, movie dates with way too many Doritos and popcorn, sweaty kisses at the skatepark. You even started hanging out with Ted’s best friend, Bill, who totally loves having you there to hang out. This summer was the tightest you’ve ever been with someone, someone who understands you wholly and deeply, who knows what you want even before you do. It was love, even if the two of you were still a little scared to say it this early.

You enjoy splitting warm and freshly pretzels with lots of cheese at the mall, and sitting by the fountain and making wishes with pennies. You shop at the same stores, and frequently borrow Ted’s flannels and jackets when you’re over, which sends Ted over the moon just seeing you rep his attire. You end up at the malls arcade more often than not, fighting each other in Street Fighter or trying to beat a high score or two. You laugh when Ted sticks his tongue out when he focuses too hard on his video game skills.

It was perfect.

Pure bliss wrapped up in a tall, lanky brunette with a goofy grin.

[1930sdarlin]

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[sysig]

Growing closer than expected (Patreon)

[shivgirly]

Shiv & Kendall: Perceptions

[eissaphir]

I thought of this with a carnival in mind but feel free to interpret this any way you want. Looking at you, Radioapple shippers

[rhiaemrys]

Tim Drake, to me personally, is a selective genius. More accurately, he’s just an insanely fast learner when something even mildly interests him (typically something mentioned by Batman and/or Robin). Unfortunately this leads to weird and inconsistent gaps in his knowledge.

Like, for example, and referencing a post about him being unable to work computers I’ve made in the past, Tim learned all about PC hardware because Batman mentioned upgrading the Batcomputers specs once, which was then plastered across forums with the title of like “BATMAN SEEMS TO HAVE THE BUDGET OF NASA, IS THIS WHERE OUR TAX PAYER DOLLARS ARE REALLY GOING?” and Tim wanted to harness the power of the sun to create something similar. This led him down a rabbit hole, and now he can create a super computer from someone’s spare junk drawer. However, when it comes to installing software and actually using the PC beyond its basic functions? Uninteresting. The only reason he learned later on in his Robin career was because Barbra found his lack of ability to hack deeply concerning and decided to remedy it. She provided the proper motivation.

Other weird ass conversations include:

- Was able to deduce the strain of fear toxin that Damian was under, synthesize an antidote, and track Crane down to his warehouse at the Docks district within a three hour time period. (Bruce offhandedly mentioned that they should start writing down the effects of different fear toxins so that they could eventually identify which was which to make antidote administration easier, knowing it’d be an insane and labor intensive task that no one would really do because they were doing just fine currently. Tim promptly created a spreadsheet, copped the cowl footage, and got to work. He learned advanced chemistry for this, promptly bringing his barely passing grade up to an A within two months.)

- Once was able to list the entirety of Haley’s Circus lineup over the years, correctly identifying which performers had been kidnapped by the Court of Owls, yet couldn’t name a single United States president before the year of 2012. (Got embarrassingly into circus performances because y’know, Dick is his hero and so he memorized the entire history of Haley’s Circus so he’d always know who/where/what Dick was talking about when he referenced his time there)

- Word for Word reciting an obscure peace treaty for an ALIEN NATION, but wasn’t able to tell Dick what the Fibonacci sequence was. (Starfire is Tamaranian and Tim assumed that she and Dick would get married one day and he didn’t want to be insensitive so he hacked into the Green Lantern files that all the Earth Lanterns update and got to work researching. Even the stuff that only tangentially mentioned the planet and people)

[23and05]

If I was to write a Merlin season 6/spin off, it'd look like this:

Firstly it's set now. Merlin has been moving around different places when he grows out of them (i.e. needs to move on because he's immortal) he's currently working in a library and that's where he meets 'Arthur'. Oh he'd also have an Irish accent because one of the worst things BBC Merlin did was not allow Colin to keep his accent.

I picture him having a different name so when 'Arthur' catches him staring and Merlin introduces himself using his real name 'Arthur' is confused because that's not the name on his badge. Merlin says he feels like he knows 'Arthur' and it turns out to be a reincarnation type thing. Does that make sense ??? So it is Arthur, but he doesn't know it, cue Merlin having to draw the memories out of him.

I feel like a cute detail could be Arthur had a child who's flown the nest so there's loads of pictures of them together in his flat.

Other details, Merlin freaks out waking up for the first time in Arthur's bed.

They go skinning dipping in the lake of Avalon, because Merlin says its where he comes when he's overwhelmed, it's like his little spot. Arthur maybe remembers here ? Or at least feels something. Like a pull, something like that ??

The series would end with a pull back shot of some piece of art in a museum/gallery of merlin and Arthur (idk if one exists, there is surely some of king Arthur, but you get the gist) where we see merlin ans arthur holding hands stood in front of it.

There are so many song potentials, but I feel like ii hands ii heaven by Beyoncé playing in the background when they first remeet would be so perfect. Just catching the end of the song where 'I've been waiting my whole life, for you and I' is sung in stunning harmonies.

[rawliverandgoronspice]

for personal worldbuilding reasons, and also because I want to, I might write a shortfic soon about impa's childhood and sheikah rituals soon :>

[beef-brisket]

Teddy smiled: We must start planning that soon, hm? Perhaps we could do something with her play group.

Lucifer: That's a good idea. When I drop her off tomorrow, I'll ask the workers about it.

Teddy: Alright, son. Let's head to bed. The little one looks ready to sleep.

Lucifer glanced at the door before nodding and following his dad upstairs.

-

A week later, Lucifer came home with a little invitation in his hands: Dad!

The blonde bounced over when his father popped his head around the corner of the kitchen: Hey, Lucel! You're home! Charlie and I just cooking tea!

Lucifer: Tea? Adam still hasn't come back?

Teddy sighed as his son walked into the kitchen: No. I haven't spoken to him much.

Lucifer: Oh... are you guys... over?

Teddy: Hm... no, I... don't know... I don't think so. He said he needed time to think, so I'll respect that... as much as that hurts...

Lucifer: I'm sorry Dad. Really. Adam's always been a little bit... off-.

Frantic knocking cut Lucifer off, and made his dad look up towards the door: Hold that thought, son.

Shrugging, Lucifer went over to his daughter and started tickling her: Look, sweetie! Your birthday invitations went out! Isn't that exciting!

Lucifer stopped when he heard a commotion at the door, it sounded like crying and... wailing almost. Bit dramatic.

Stepping around the corner, Lucifer didn't know what to think. He wasn't sure if he was happy or... disappointed. Seeing Adam at the door made him freeze. He watched as Adam wrapped his arms around Teddy's neck as he cried. He apologized and begged for forgiveness.

Teddy smiled down at him, looking relieved: I thought-.

Adam: I want you-! I'm sorry I did that- my head's fucked up at the moment, and I took that out on you- I'm so sorry Bear, I'm so sorry. Please- I'll do anything.

Sugar baby!au

This one's a bit different- maybe because I love Adam being a little shit 👀

Lucifer and Adam used to be best friends in high school, but they had a falling out after Adam caught Lucifer and his girlfriend at the time, Lilith, in her bed.

After Adam moved schools, they didn't see each other for ten years. Lucifer went on to do woodworking and eventually made a toy start up. And after Lilith left him, he was forced to move back in with his dad.

Since he moved in, his dad wouldn't stop gushing about some singer he's dating. Lucifer didn't really care, he has his own issues. But when he saw the person his dad was dating, Lucifer was disgusted- and extremely annoyed.

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Adam: Sup, loser.

Lucifer: What the hell are you doing here?!

Adam smirked: I'm fucking your dad, shit lips!

-

Queue Lucifer's compain to destroy his father's relationship with Adam- who's obviously using him to fun his music career.

Adam's having a great time pissing Lucifer off, but he also hates the fact that he still has a crush on his ex best friend.

I love this so fucking much. I want to do this simply for this line: You want to date my dad? Fine. But he is a good man and deserves to be happy so you're either with him because you love him, or step away.

And Lucifer is only staying with his dad because Lilith got the fucking house lol He's looking for a new one but the market is a MESS.

Maybe Lilith calls Lucifer up and says she's pregnant adding to another layer of it. Because not only is he getting divorced but there's a custody battle in future.

[voxtek-time]

Okay but I wonder if the Vees ever play swapsies with contracts? Is that even a thing they can do? I don't know, but just imagine

Valentino taking some of Velvette's models for his films and giving actors in return. Taking sexy sinners that look better with their clothes off (Val's opinion) and giving some that just weren't great at the acting, no matter how good they look in pictures.

Or Vox taking over contracts from either one of them when the job isn't being done right, taking those sinners and putting them to work as writers or set workers or actors, yes, but shitty sitcom actors, or even as coffee makers. Or 'hiring' a new sinner and having Val or Velvette declare they need to be in front of a camera.

They'd have to make sure it was always one-for-one. Valentino cannot take one of Vox's accountants without offering someone of equal value. Velvette can't take one of Val's actors without providing someone to fill that role. But Vox, at least, would be trying to get extra clauses into the fine print to give himself an advantage.

Also, would the sinners involved in the contracts need to approve it? They had to sign in the first place, do they have to sign again to the new overlord, or did they lose the right to refuse when they made the first contract? It's interesting to think they might not even know until it's already done.

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Mini AU: Universe 6 Spiderverse AU

((To celebrate Across the Spiderverse releasing on Blu-Ray- and me patiently awaiting my copy in the mail- I've decided to finally pop out the notes for a mini Dragon Ball/Spiderverse cross AU that I've been jotting down over time between projects since I saw it in the theater!))

SETTING/WORLD-BUILDING

Also known as Dimension DBU6 in multiverse codes. The AU is set in a more New York-esque, in true Spiderverse fashion, Planet Sadala in an equivalent Manhattan, "Sadalhattan" if you will. While the planet's population is not 100% Saiyan, a few species immigrating there, the Saiyans are still the original inhabitants and dominant demographic. Numbers wise, the population comes closer to a highly populous state versus a full-scale Earth's worth.

Ki is either non-existent or a rare and discreet skill, so there's less focus on it. The Sadalan Defense Force becomes more traditional soldier combat focused similarly to the real world rather than a pure ki-CQC combination. They recruit similarly to the army/marines at about 18.

Bonus note: Dimension DBU6 has an equivalent Dimension DBU7 in which Goku receives the radioactive spider bite, taking on the Spider-Man name due to not yet knowing his heritage.

CHARACTERS:

THE HERO Cabba aka Spider-Saiyan

"My name is Cabba. I was bitten by a radioactive spider and for the past (x amount of time), I've been Planet Sadala's one and only Spider-Saiyan."

Rather than being the Sadalan Defense Force's prodigy fighter, Cabba lives a more domestic lifestyle as a high school student, planning to enlist in the SSDF post-graduation or at least pursue criminal justice- at least until the spider event occurs. Cabba is the type to go into hyper-anxiety, so he's desperately trying to disinfect and treat the spider bite, all while Googling his symptoms and being none the wiser on the "radioactive" part.

He's trained in jiujitsu and is very limber and agility-focused. He also has an interest in tactile and textile skills, so his Spidey-Suit is handmade.

Design: Similarly to AtSV's Pavitr Prabhakar, his iconic Saiyan spikes stick out of the top of the spider cowl. While the peaks end up slicked down into a waved side part, his front bang remains distinctive. In terms of the coloration, the suit's color scheme reverses the color distributions in the palette, prioritizing shades of blue over reds, and adds some gold accents, particularly on the spider symbol. There is a red headband pattern along the brow resembling Bardock's bandanna. Additions to the design incorporate elements from the main canon's SSDF uniform, including a reddish x-crossed double belt, the four lavender skirt tails (unintentionally completing the "eight legs" spider theme), and ankle boots in black rather than purple.

THE GAL PALS Caulifla and Kale

Caulifla and Kale serves as this AU's equivalents to Gwen Stacy and Mary Jane Watson respectively. Close to Cabba's age and grade in high school if not in the same year. Since Cauli is the Gwen Stacy equivalent, there is an alternate DBU6B where she receives the spider bite instead of Cabba.

Having this pair in play explores the fun what-if of Gwen and MJ getting together in the end. As a result, this means that Cabba doesn't get either end-game gal and he doesn't have a problem with that- love is love.

It's debatable whether Cauli will suffer the same fate as your average Gwen Stacy- she seems the type to be able to take care of herself.

THE POLICE CAPTAIN Captain Renso

"Sadalhattan"'s resident police chief and Caulifla's older brother and caretaker due to their absentee parents. Unfortunately, if you've been picking up on the Spiderverse patterns, he ends up being Spider-Saiyan's canon event and loses his life.

Caulifla, who is normally apathetic about her brother, starts to become even more hostile and spiteful against the world. She acts particularly distrusting and vengeful towards Spider-Saiyan, putting him to blame and believing it was negligence on his part that got her brother killed.

If she's not gone completely moodily silent, Cauli will rant on and on to Cabba and Kale about her plans to bring Spider-Saiyan to justice- and Cabba just has to nod along.

Spider-Saiyan is bound to encounter typical street thugs, generic evildoers, villains of the week but...

THIS ONE The Lizard

Villains of the week and your standard commonplace criminals come to pass but Cabba's recurring villain by moonlight manifests in the form of a scaly creature known simply as The Lizard. It only appears at night and resembles a draconic reptilian with sharp horns yet is oddly humanoid in build. It's colored in shades of blue, dons a mask over its mouth, and has piercing red eyes that glow in the dark. It communicates in mainly hisses and grumbles and is rarely verbal.

The Lizard always manages to elude capture and vanishes into the night.

Who knows where this creature disappears to once morning breaks? Perhaps there is another side to the beast.

THE CLOSEST COMPANION Frost

In this AU, Frost has a more humanoid appearance, practically a human AU design. He has blue hair and pronouns tied up in a messy bun and green and hazel heterochromatic eyes, though there's reason to suspect they're contacts.

He's not a Saiyan, obviously, but he's from an immigrant species family, somewhat of an Ellis Island type situation, about second or third generation. His family lives in an area of the city similar to Chinatown.

Frost has been described as "cool as cucumbers and gay as sunshine". He's one of Cabba's closest friends and they share a high level of trust. They occasionally have talks after school, usually while Frost is working part time in his family's small-business cafe.

"Do you think if you ever had to keep a secret... about who you are... you'd ever just want to tell someone just to ease a bit of weight from your shoulder?" Cabba's hand tenses on the strap of his bag, lightweight and flowy yet heavy with problems, fingers self conscious about whether the zipper is shut to hide the Spider-Suit he quickly stashed inside.

"An oddly specific hypothetical, my dear Cabba," Frost simply chuckles a bit, yet there's an odd twinge in his throat. "Even so, there is quite the risk in doing so... could you even do it without causing yourself more stress? Putting yourself in more danger?" There's a beat of silence, Frost still smirking but the corner of his lip still twitching. "But I digress, drink that tea you ordered before it gets cold~"

However...

Due to a mysterious experimental contamination, Frost experiences almost werewolf-like transformations into The Lizard by night- though these occurrences seem to worsen as of late, triggering more frequently and at less convenient times, making it harder to track the timing. It's a wonder it hasn't happened earlier in the day- or worst of all, in public or at school. His memory of what he does as The Lizard has grown less and less hazy of late.

Frost hasn't been up for sleepovers in ages, and adverse after effects lead people to believe this kid needs serious amounts of lotion on his hands.

Further down the road, these two discover each other's identities in the least pleasant of circumstances- with events leading to Cabba catching his friend with his face half-shapeshifted...