#and was i just trying to feed Elvis and he's jumped at me before

[claire-elvisgirl]

BLOODY TRIANGLE pt.2

Summary: You, Elvis and his old Master. A love story beyond time. In this chapter Elvis tells you about vampires’ secrets.

Warnings: 18+, vampire stuff (something is made up), mention of bites and blood, fluff, sex

Word Cunt: 2131

Part1

One week later…

You were outside your house, getting ready for a walk, when suddenly you felt someone touching your shoulder. You turned around and your heart skipped a beat when you saw him standing before you. His eyes were filled with pure desire and you felt very clearly that he wanted you again. He didn’t show any aggressive signs, but he seemed ready to feed on you.

“You…” you mumbled in a whisper.

He just smiled: “I didn’t think ya would forgive me…but I’m thankful for ya givin’ me a second chance!”

You closed the door and you talked without looking at him: “Look, it’s not a second chance, it’s just that I wanted to talk about…your bite!”

He seemed confused: “My bite? Ya wanna complain about that?!”

You stood in silence for a while and then you turned to him: “I don’t remember to have given you permission to do that!”

He chuckled: “Well, I think I got a lil’ carried away, but ya can’t blame me for a lil’ taste, c’mon!”

“Oh yes I can…I feel strange and weird since then!”

He smiled again: “Ya know why? Because a vampire bite it’s like a sweet addiction…so, in short, now that I’ve bit ya…you’ll crave my bite again and again!”

 “WHAT??” you asked in shock.

He tried to calm you down: “Look baby, it ain’t that bad…it won’t make ya lose control…actually I think you’ll find it sort of…pleasurable!”

“Pleasurable? What kind of a sick person are you? Oh yeah…sorry…you’re not a person, you’re a fucking vampire!”

He hushed you: “Don’t talk like that please…like I said, it won’t be so bad…it’s like a warm and fuzzy feeling!”

You walked away: “Look, I’ve forgiven you, but please, don’t look for me again, okay?”

He tried to protest, but then his face wore a big smile: “Oh don’t ya worry…it’ll be YOU to come looking f’me!” then he walked away, leaving you speechless and a little scared.

That night you went to bed and you fell asleep almost immediately, even if his words still echoed in your mind. Suddenly you woke up, as you felt your heart beating fast and you began to sweat. You felt cold shivers down your spine, but before you could do anything, that cold turned into something else. Your heartbeat slowed down and you felt a hot sensation spreading through your chest. That strange feeling took over your whole body, as you felt something you never felt before, something between excitement and anticipation. It was an amazing feeling, that grew stronger as a new wave of warmness hit you, filling your body with arousal and desire. Then suddenly it all vanished, leaving you panting on the bed, with your eyes pointing at the ceiling. Your hand reached for your phone and you wrote him a message:

“You were right…I’m sorry!”

He answered almost immediately, with a hint of arrogance: “I knew it! That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“I got very scared…it was strange…”

“That’s just the beginning, it’s gonna be much more intense. Once you’ll feel it for a while, you’ll even begin to crave for it! Anyway, I won’t try to convince ya again…I’ll wait for ya!”

The following night you felt that sensation again and it was stronger than ever. With your own surprise, you grabbed your phone and you called him. He picked up the phone quickly: “Hello?”

You were breathing hardly: “I…I’m sorry to call you, but…”

“…let me guess…that feeling again, right?” he asked laughing.

And then those words rushed out of your mouth, like a bullet from a gun: “I need to see you…now!”

He smiled and his fangs popped out: “I’m on my way hun’!”

He got to your house in a matter of seconds and you almost jumped when you saw him beside your bedroom door. He smelled the air around: “I feel it…”

He looked at you, he noticed your red cheeks, your dilated pupils and the desire look on your face. Just the sight of you made him feel excited and he couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride.

You sat on the bed panting: “You’re here…” you got up and you ran into his arms, holding him tight. You were scared to death, but you felt that in that moment he was the only thing you desired. He held you back kissing the top of your head and he couldn’t think of anything he wanted more than to feed from you again, to feel your warm neck in his teeth, your blood flowing down his tongue. Then you whispered in his ear: “Please bite me!”

His breath dies in his throat. He couldn’t believe his ears. Your thirst for him was so intense, that you were actually begging for it. He grabbed your chin gently and he asked: “Are ya sure hun’? Is that what ya want?”

You nodded in silence, as the feeling grew even stronger. He pressed his body on yours as he lowered his head to your neck. You were so close that he could feel your breath on his skin. He felt his fangs sliding down, ready to sink into your neck again.

“Wait!” you stopped him. “The first time I was asleep…I didn’t feel a thing, but now I’m awake. Will it hurt?”

He smiled gently: “Ya worry too much, just lemme do it, it won’t hurt at all. I promise the only thing you’ll feel will be an immense wave of pleasure!”

He took your neck in his hand and he moved your hair away. He hesitated a little bit more, then he slowly sank his fangs deep into your neck, feeling your warm blood filling his mouth. You whimpered in pain, but it soon became a great sense of pleasure. He was right. Your neck felt so soft and he took his time and as he kept drinking from you, he slid a hand around your back and held you closer. He pulled back from you as he still kept holding you in his arms and he looked at the little marks he left on your skin. You looked at him and for a while you got really scared; his usually blue eyes were now red as fire.

“What the…”

In a second their deep-ocean blue came back. You cried into his arms: “I…I don’t wanna become a vampire…”

“Don’t worry…it was just a taste. Ya won’t turn into a vampire. The only way you’ll turn, is if ya let me feed again with a full bite, but if ya wanna stay human, I won’t ask again!”

“You mean it’s up to me?”

“Of course it’s up to you, that’s a pretty hard decision to take! I’ll stay out of it and I won’t bother ya again. But…if ya want a taste of a different life…all ya have to do is call me. And trust me, that last bite will change your life forever!”

“A full bite…you mean…” Yes. He meant that. He would have to drink all your blood, down to the last drop.

“Look baby, I know it sounds scary, but I promise it won’t hurt, I’ll make it very pleasant for ya. I wouldn’t bite ya in a way ya wouldn’t enjoy!”

You were about to cry: “Oh my God…It’s all so strange, so weird…can I…can I ask you a thing?”

You both sat down on the bed: “What d’ya wanna know hun?”

You had so many things to ask him, but you tried to make order in your mind and you chose your question: “That feeling…it’s the same for everyone? I mean…all the people get those cravings after a vampire bat?”

“Yeah, but in many different ways…it’s never the same! Most people actually ask for another bite pretty quickly after the first one…and for others it may take weeks! But the common thing is the desire. It becomes like an addiction!” he smiled “In your case it’s very strong and you could feel it again in a few hours!”

“So soon?”

“Yeah…I felt a strange connection with ya…that’s why the craving’s so strong! But like I said before, I’ll give ya time to make a decision. I’ll bite ya only if ya ask me to! I promise! But lemme tell ya something…you’ll know when the right time comes!”

You looked at him in his eyes: “Can…can you stay here tonight?”

He smiled: “Really? Ya mean ya don’t wanna send me away?”

“No, I…I would be happy if you’ll stay!” you replied. You were scared and confused and even if he was a dark creature, next to him you felt safe. “I want you to stay next to me…in case the cravings are too bad, but…I’m not ready to sleep with you yet!”

“I get it, don’t worry…I’ll sleep on the couch and I won’t try to do anything if ya don’t give me permission! Cross my heart!”

He picked you up and he laid you gently on the bed, covering your body with a light blanket and he gave you a sweet caress: “Good night my angel!”

The morning after you woke up and saw him sleeping on the floor, next to the bed. He didn’t want to leave you alone. As he woke up he smiled at you: “How was your night baby?”

You had a wonderful sleep, no cravings and no strage feelings. He was happy to hear that, but suddenly his smile disappeared and he sat close to you: “Hun I was thinking…ya should come to my place!”

You couldn’t believe your ears: “What? Why?”

“I think my home would be a better option for now…at least until ya make your decision. In my home I’ll be able to take care of ya and fully satisfy ya and ya will also feel much more comfortable!”

“That’s very nice, but…I don’t wanna be a burden…”

He laughed, holding your face into his hands: “Being a burden? My love, you’ll never be a burden to me!”

His offer was really tempting. You knew that close to him you would have been even more safe. You accepted: “Wait, let’s make one thing clear: If I accept to come with you, I don’t want you to think I already took my decision…I’m not sure yet!”

“Don’t worry…ya can leave on your own at anytime, nothing permanent!” he replied.

“You know…I read something about vampires lately and…is it true that you can’t lie? That everything you say is always the truth?”

He stood up and walked around the room as he explained: “Yeah…it’s true. Vampire cannot lie. And you’ve been able to verify that many times already, while talkin’ to me!”

“Wow, it’s wonderful but…I think it could be terrible too. I mean, people could make you say something you wanna keep for yourself!”

He nodded and turned a little sad: “Yeah…you’re right. Humans use this ability for the opposite effect. Sometimes they manipulate us into revealing confidential information that could harm us…it’s a double-edged sword…which is why we should always be cautious when talkin’ to humans!”

You listened to his words with a bit of sadness. You never saw him that vulnerable. He wore the face of an immortal and cruel creature, but deep inside you knew he was totally different, maybe he still had a bit of his lost humanity. You decided to ask him another question. Since he couldn’t lie, you knew you were about to know the truth: “Why did you chose me? And…why do you want me home with you?”

His face softened even more and his cheeks turned a little red: “I chose ya because you’re innocent and good…I felt ya deserved the chance to see another side of life. As for why I want ya home with me…that is very simple. I wanna take care of ya!”

“But…what’s your real intention? I mean…is your final goal to turn me into a vampire or…is the choice really up to me?”

He took a deep breath. He knew he couldn’t lie, even if he was afraid to hurt you with his answer: “Ya know I can’t lie hun’…my desire is indeed to turn ya into a vampire, sooner or later, and to have ya next to me for eternity, but that is only my selfish desire. Like I said, I’ll let ya decide and I’ll respect your decision, whatever will it be!”

“Wow…you know what? I think I could come with you, but…promise you won’t rush me to choose between you and my life!”

“Promise!” he raised his hand and then he gave you a little kiss. “Ya can stay with me for two days or six months…or even one year, but I’ll never force ya to stay. I’ll let ya choose based on the feelings in your heart!”

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[ghost-proofbaby]

First of all, CONGRATS, my friend. You deserve all of it and more. You work so hard and I’m so proud of you and I love your gorgeous writing. 💖💖

Second 😉 can I do Forest Green, my boy Eddie of course, and “Little Bit” by Lykke Li.

oh my gosh thank you so much my dear <3 i appreciate and love you beyond words!!! i wouldn't be out here growing as a writer if it weren't for continued support from yourself and others, so thank you, thank you, thank you, and then here's another thank you just in case <3

1k celebration - come party with me!

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The bar was crowded, loud and abrasive, but he was soft next to you. All tender touches, sweet whispers, and warm thigh brushing against warm thigh. Every time he laughed, he did so with his entire body, leaning it into you and capturing you in his orbit as you became enamored with the delightful sound. 

Empty glasses had begun to gather across the countertop in front of the two of you. Stories were exchanged, a game of catch-up being passed back and forth as you fill each other in on the changes in your lives over the last few months. Eddie had gotten a job at one of the auto-shops in town, your classes were going well, he’d started feeding stray cats in the trailer park and had grown himself a self-proclaimed ‘army’, and you had finally tried sushi (and liked it, at that). It was easy. It was always so easy when it came to him, your best friend since high school. 

“I can’t do raw fish,” he scrunches his face up, shaking his head furiously as his head of curls bounce against his cheeks. The bartender has just refilled your drinks of choice, his whiskey on ice and your fruity cocktail, and Eddie brings it up for a sip. 

“It’s not always raw,” you argue, knocking a shoulder against him, feeling a warmth bloom where you two connect, even with layers of clothing in between, “There’s this one you’d really like. It’s called a Las Vegas roll, and it’s deep frie-” 

He suddenly cuts you off as he hears the name, eyes sparking up as he downs the last of his whiskey, “We should go to Vegas!” 

You try to keep your composure, but you end up breaking into a wide smile as giggles wreck your body, eyes squeezed tight before you muster out, “We can’t go to Las Vegas, Eds.” 

The thing is, you would go with him if he was serious. If he wasn’t just drunk and joking, you’d follow him anywhere across the world. 

“Why not?” he whines, leaning into you once again. Your head spins with sugar and spice, cigarettes and pot, everything that makes Eddie Munson home. “C’mon, it’d be fun! Go to the casinos, lose all our money, maybe find a chapel and get married.” 

You continue to grin against better judgment. It’s a nice thought – running off with Eddie, throwing all your responsibilities to the wind, a wedding officiated by some Elvis wannabe. It’s nice to imagine. 

You don’t address the marriage comment, “I think you’re forgetting about the strippers.” 

“Oh, yeah,” he waves a hand carelessly, setting his empty glass down onto the wooden counter with a soft thud, “Absolutely. All the strippers. Send me straight to boob heaven, please.” 

“Boob heaven?” you snort.

“Boob heaven,” he affirms. He turns his entire body towards you, swiveling on his stool with slow reserve. His knee brushes your hip before he scoots closer, effectively trapping your between his legs as he leans an elbow on the bar. Closer, always getting closer. “So, whaddya say? You and me go get hitched and spend our honeymoon in Vegas stripclubs, sound like a plan?” 

He’s beautiful like this. The warm, weak light of the bar caresses his features with the utmost care. A slow, lazy smile is spread across his lips. His eyes are glossy and shimmering, half-lidded as they watch you and only you. Half his forehead is exposed as his bangs clump together with sweat, and you catch sight of the scar above his right eyebrow from the time he’d fallen when you two were jumping fences in high school. An accumulation of youthful nights and wearing adulthood. A kaleidoscope of memories before you, and each one still fascinates you, even if you know how each story ends. 

You think you might maybe, possibly, accidentally be just a little bit, just a little bit, in love with your best friend. But if the way he’s looking at you is anything to go off of, talking about shotgun weddings and Vegas honeymoons, then you think he might maybe, possibly, accidentally be just a little bit in love with you, too. 

“I’m in if you’re in,” you finally sigh. He wastes no time in yanking his wallet from his back pocket, pulling out a twenty dollar bill to cover your tab and slamming it against the wood before he takes your hand and tugs you out of the bar. Away from the people, away from the dim lights, away from the alcohol. 

You’re surely not heading to a Vegas chapel tonight, but with his fingers now intertwined with yours, you’d follow him anywhere he wants. 

Maybe Vegas will come another night.

[yourlocallosernamedgreenookie]

hhhhhhhhhhh guess who held a barred owl and got kicked and sorta hurt by a black vulture today *weakly points at myself*

[mickgaydolenz]

SO I JUST WROTE DOWN THE ENTIRE DREAM AND MY LAPTOP CRASHED AND DELETED IT HERES IT AGAIN

I was in an abusive home so I ran away and got a ride from a guy named bert to Louisiana because I wanted to go to texas and we made a stop at a gas station and I hung out with some kids around my age which were all brothers and they were listening to Hound Dog by Big Mama Thornton on the radio and when they asked me my name, I said I was Fritz, and if I was from the city because of my accent, and when I said yes they turned off their radio and began singing it for me, which they were really good 10/10 and also I'm pretty sure this was like the 40s/50s and stuff but I gave them a buck each and went back to the car with bert and he dropped me off in a town in Louisiana and I got a ride from a beatnik and we talked about elvis (I just watched the movie before going to bed so I'm sure my dream was heavily influenced by that) and how much we bothed liked his music then she and I sang a song by him together and she dropped me off at a hotel in texas but I wandered till I found a supply store and I asked every guy who went in and came out if they were looking for a farmhand because I was cheap and one guy said yes his name was Jameson Mills I think and he took me to his farm and it was so big and beautiful, and his wife and son were very nice, his son was almost old enough for college, and he always came to me when he needed help with his homework? I probably made it worse but by god was I trying. he was so nice and I'm pretty sure he was gay but I cant be sure, and one day while I was feeding the pigs he came over to me shouting that he got in, and we hugged and jumped up and down and at his celebration, THEY INVITED ME which was so nice and Mr. Mills told me that I'd get his room instead of sleeping in the barn and stuff because he'd be in college, which was nice because sleeping in the barn was dirty and cold so I was happy, and when he drove off for college a few days later Mr. Mills said to me, "Fritz, where're you from?" and I started panicking because I know I typed this fast but I was with these guys for like, three years, and I was juggling the possibility that they'll send me away if I told them the truth, but for some reason I said where I was from for realsies and he said "I thought so. you got a strong city accent." then went inside telling me to bring my stuff from the barn into his son's room. so I did, and every so often the son would visit and now I was sure he was gay because he told me he had a boyfriend and that he was very nice and wanted to meet me, which was awesome btw but I had to decline because Mr. Mills was old and couldn't hold the farm down and he said that I should hire a temporary one, and I said I'd think about it, I was probably like eighteen nineteen at this point, and Mr. Mills asked me if I was gonna try for college, I told him no, he said I should try, and I said I'd rather stay on the farm and stuff. then I went to bed after having a phone call with the son, and I woke up. in my world. Asia I panicked because the sun was up and I slept in. Asia I forgot wich world I was in. this is still so baffling to me

dude holy shit 👀. you lived a whole other life in one night raya, and what a cool, wholesome dream too. so now we just got to wait and see if this remains a dream or if it’s another prophecy 😏

[ill-be-your-honey-bri]

Banana Pancakes

HELLO MY LOVES! WHEW! This one took me WAY longer than I had wanted it to, but you know, life comes at ya and you gotta go with the punches.

That being said, this fic is part of @stellarboystyles​ THREE YEAR ANNIVERSARY FIC CHALLENGE! Congrats darling (though I’m a month late)! I had picked the single parent trope and the line I chose to use for the challenge is bolded and italicized in my fic. 

Without further ado, I present my Nanny!Harry fic. Enjoy, leave a like, REBLOG FOR THE LOVE OF GOD! Send me some feed back, asks, love or hate, I don't care. TELL ME YOUR THOUGHTS!

I love you and treat people with kindness. 

Warnings: Lots of fluff, a sprinkle of smut, and a dash of angst (if you squint). 

Harry woke up to the smell of the crisp, cool fall air coming through his cracked bedroom window. The sky was still an inky fog as he stretched his arms over his head, skin pimpling as the air caressed him. He woke up before his alarm out of habit, knowing it would ring out shortly.

He roused out of his bed, extending his stretch through his legs and let out a satisfied groan when that one particular muscle in his lower back felt the pull it desired. He turned to his phone to turn his alarm off before going to the window to shut it, only after his dark tabby cat climbed back into his rightful home. Harry mumbled a ‘morning handsome’ to his fuzz ball, crouching down to give Elvis some morning loving.

Elvis followed Harry into the kitchen, knowing it was time for breakfast, mewing while figure-eighting between Harry’s feet.

“I know bub, I’m getting it.” Harry let out a yawn as he was filling the cat’s bowl. Elvis jumped on the counter, shoving his face in the bowl before Harry was even done filling it. “Eager this morning, are ya? Out there charming all the lady cats got you hungry? I hope you were a gentleman, I taught you better.”

Harry began making his coffee and filled his mug before returning to his room to get ready for the day. He decided on picking her favorite sweater; his blue ‘mon petite’ chickadee jumper. He laid it out on his bed as he pulled out his brown wide legged trousers and a striped button up to layer. He jumped in the shower to rinse off the morning haze and the ‘sleepies’, as his girl calls it.

His girl.

He smiled as he thought about her, what they had planned for the day. Maybe he will take her to the museum, stop by her favorite cafe, pick up a new book for them to read. He finished getting ready, pulling out his bike from the hallway closet to get it all set for his venture to his girl’s house. He grabbed his backpack, filled it with his girl’s favorite snacks, books, and their matching lavender water bottles, smiling as he threw his bag on his shoulders and carried his bike down the stairs of the apartment building.

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Harry got to his girl’s home, putting in the code as he turned the key as to not awake her with the alarm. He put down his bag by the entry table, kicking off his scuffed up white Vans before softly padding up the stairs. He saw the door cracked open, slowly pushing it open further before walking to kneel by the bed.

He gently pushed her unruly hair off her beautiful face, seeing her lips in a pout and a furrow in her brow. She stirred slightly before her big doe eyes sleepily blinked open, causing Harry to smile down at her, which earned him a smile back.

“Good morning, my sweet girl.”

“Mornin’, did mama leave yet?”

“Not yet, Monkey. You know she can never go to work without giving you your kiss.”

Layla sat up fully, making grabby hands for Harry to pick her up and carry her downstairs. Harry could hear you in the shower getting ready for work as Layla cuddled into him on his way to your kitchen.

If you would have asked Harry two years ago if he thought he would be the nanny to your daughter, he would have laughed at the idea. He had been working at a daycare center when he first met you and his girl, Layla.

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She was an infant when you had to return to work. Being a single mom, you needed to do what was best for you and your little bundle of joy. You had done extensive research on all the daycare facilities in your area, even venturing out a little further to get the best for your little angel. You had taken her to Small Wonders Daycare, nervous for your first day back as a pediatrician resident at the children’s hospital and your first day away from the love of your life.

You had walked into her assigned room provided by the administration when you completed the application and interview. The room was duckling yellow with moss green accents. Babies were laying on their bellies on the floor, being cooed at by a gentleman in a sheep sweater vest and tan trousers. He looked up to see you with Layla in her carrier, beaming and quickly hopped on his socked feet to meet you at the door. His co-teacher promptly laid with the little ones on the floor.

“You must be Mrs. Y/LN!”

“Um, no, just Dr. Y/LN or Y/N preferably.” You smiled at him as he was blushing from embarrassment.

“I - I am so sorry.”

“It’s alright. Not the first time it has happened.” You smiled at him before looking down at your little one who is looking around with wide eyes. Harry also looked at the carrier, quickly gaining his composure as he saw the little beauty.

“And you must be Layla!” Cooing at her, causing her to smile and blink slowly. He got on his knees as you placed the carrier on the floor so that he was able to unhook her and gently pick her up to his chest. He softly looked down at her as she returned the gaze, “Don’t tell the other girls this but, you have got to be the most beautiful little girl I have ever met.”

Layla quickly nuzzled into his chest, scratching gently at one of the sheep on his vest, giving you a sense of comfort and ease, knowing that your daughter is already in good hands. You had tried not to cry as you told Harry her schedule and routine, handing him her diaper bag.

“She prefers her milk at room temp, she gets fussy if it's too hot or too cold. There is enough breastmilk for the day and formula as well, if you need it. She has been eating me dry.” Harry gave a light chuckle, handing you your baby as he was putting the breastmilk in the refrigerator, Layla’s diapers and wipes in their designated spot by the changing table.

“I packed some extra clothes in her bag too, lots of bibs. She is not the most ladylike when it comes to eating, huh baby?” You gently rubbed her cheek as you looked down at her with maternal love.

Harry, always in awe of the way a mother could love her child and after being with you for a few moments, he knew that you could never love or cherish anything more than the little being cradled in your arms. The way your daughter looked up at you with awe, watching your every movement. That was a love that Harry always craved for.

Seeing Layla grow was one of Harry's fondest memories. He was there when she started to take her first attempt at steps, babbling and cooing her first ‘words’. When it was time that Layla was meant to graduate from his class room, it broke his heart. And it broke yours too.

Harry and Layla had created such a bond, you couldn’t bear for them to part. So you did the only thing you thought you could do when you walked into the classroom to see Harry laying on his back with your little one being held up in the air, giggling away with a few teeth that finally peeked through her gums.

“Hello my little one!” You had knelt down on the carpet next to Harry as he was handing you Layla, who was extremely happy to see you; kicking her legs and squealing happily. “Did you have a good day?”

“She was a little monkey today!” Harry was packing up Layla’s diaper bag as he was telling you about her day. “She was trying to climb out of her crib, climbing all over my lap during lunch and my back during tummy-time.”

“Oh no! We just got crawling down like a boss and now you get the gall to start climbing! You’ll be walking before you know it and then we will be in real trouble, wont we missy?” You started to kiss her chubby cheeks, making giggles bubble from her tummy.

“I’ll certainly miss her.” Harry gave you a shy smile as he carried her diaper bag and a gift from him for Layla to you. He handed you her bag as you stood up before handing you the gift bag.

“What’s this?” You gave him a curious look as you took the bag in hand as you settled Layla on your hip.

Harry scratched the back of his neck and wiggled his socked toes. “It’s just a little something.”

Layla reached her arms out to Harry, as if she knew this would be the last day that they would be able to cuddle. You handed her over easily, tapping her bum before opening the gift bag. Inside was her favorite book to ‘read’ with Harry, (you're pretty sure it's because of the way Harry reads it to her because she crawls away every time you try to read it). There was a crochet sweater that Harry told you his mom made, and a framed photo of Harry and Layla where Layla is squeezing Harry's cheeks to pull him in for a sloppy kiss.

You held your chest as you looked at the photo and tears began to well. “Harry, this is… this is so sweet, thank you. She loves you so much.”

He smiled down at her, scrunching his face, which Layla had mocked, “I guess I love her too. You have a very special girl on your hands.” He kissed her little nose before she cuddled onto his shoulder.

“I don’t want her to have a new teacher.” You wiped your eyes as you put Layla’s gifts back in the bag. “Would you want to be her nanny, Harry?”

Harry froze at the offer, a little taken back by being offered what he would consider to be a dream job; help you care for your perfect child. Granted, Harry had thought of this before but more of a fatherly figure than a nanny, but he would take what he could get to be close to both of his girls.

“What do you say Monkey? Want me to be your nanny?”

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Harry made his way down the stairs with Layla wrapped around his waist, her head on his shoulder. Her little fingers were twisting in the curls on the nape of Harry’s neck as he was humming and rubbing circles on her back. Layla unraveled herself as Harry approached the table to set her down so that he could start the coffee maker and begin making Lalya’s favorite breakfast.

Layla watched on with sleepy eyes, occasionally giving them a rub, as Harry pulled out a mixing bowl, flour, eggs, vanilla, bananas, and Layla’s favorite part, chocolate chips. She had quietly stood up from her perch and made her way to the ingredients as Harry was setting up the coffee pot. Harry had turned just in time to see Layla pop a small handful of chocolate chips into her mouth. She froze her movements.

“Monkey… what did I say about eating the chocolate chips before they are in your pancakes?”

Layla slowly reached for a few more, putting her hand out to Harry, “We share?”

Harry couldn’t help but to let a chortle out as he bent down, meeting his girl as her little fingers gripped on the chips that she moved to pop them in Harry’s mouth. “Thank you monkey! Would you like to help me mix?”

Layla quickly nodded as Harry picked her up to place her on the counter, making sure she was far enough from the edge before he handed her the whisk and placed the mixing bowl in front of her. Harry measured out the ingredients before putting them in the bowl for his girl to start mixing. Harry had pretended that he didn’t notice her add more handfuls of chocolate chips into the mix.

Harry heard your heels on the hardwood upstairs and Layla quickly turned when she realized you were coming down the stairs. You took Harry’s breath away, as you always did when you walked into the room. He could never take his eyes off of you when you were in his line in vision. He took in how perfect the blush pink, knee length, a-line dress perfectly hugged your curves. The way the nude heels made your legs look miles long. How perfect your hair frames your face and the beaming smile as you saw your baby girl.

“Good morning, baby!” You walked to the island of your kitchen to give your daughter a kiss, noticing the taste of chocolate when you pulled your lips from hers. You hum and squint your eyes, causing Layla to let out a giggle as she covered her mouth. “That’s funny, I’m pretty sure Harry hasn’t made you any pancakes yet, so why are your kisses so yummy?”

Layla shrugged as if she had no idea what you were talking about, causing you to look at Harry who gave you the same exact shrug your daughter had just given you. You shake your head, resting your hand on Harry’s lower back as you pass to make your coffee.

Harry focused on the touch, wishing that your hand was pressed a little firmer and a little longer. He wished that after you kissed your perfect carbon copy, you would kiss him too and catch him red handed after sneaking a few chocolate chips. He had wished that he wouldn’t have to go home at the end of the day to his lonely apartment. He shook himself from his thoughts as he heard you thank him for making coffee.

“Oh, it’s no problem. I made enough for you to take some with you too.”

“God, you’re a saint!” You squeezed his shoulder as you walked to the stool that held your purse and work tote. “Starting as a full time doctor at the children’s hospital has been so draining. I’m pretty sure I have been drinking a whole pot by myself.”

“I know that they just hired you full time but you should take some time for yourself.”

Layla watched on as you and Harry talked about work, slowly stopping her mixing and reached her hand for the chocolate chip bag. Harry slapped his hand on the bag, moving it away without even looking in Layla’s direction as he continued to talk about you and your self care. You let out a chuckle at Layla’s shocked pout as you take your last sip of your coffee.

“Alright my love, I need to get going. Be good for Harry.” Layla reached up to wrap her arms around your neck and gave you another peck to your lips.

“I will mama, I love you!”

“I love you too, baby. Have a good day Harry, call me if you need anything.”

With that, you walked out the door and got in your car to go to work as Harry got back to making breakfast for his girl.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

After eating breakfast and doing a team clean up, Harry took Layla to her room to pick out an outfit for the day. Layla stood there, wide eyed, watching Harry as he moved around her room, knowing exactly where everything was.

“I was thinking we could go to the park today, what do you think monkey? And after the park, we would go to the museum.”

Layla perked up, excited to go to two of her favorite places, hoping Harry would list her most favorite place when they have a day planned like this.

“And the cafe?” She looked up at him with hopeful eyes, now standing by his side while he was pulling socks out of her dresser.

“I don’t know monkey… do you think we should?” Harry was trying to hold back his smile, knowing how devastated she would be if he were to ever tell her no to her favorite cafe.

“Please, Harry? It’s my favorite.” Of course, she had to use those gorgeous eyes that she clearly got from her mother. Harry realized that he is so weak for these girls.

“Alright, I guess we must then.” Harry closed the drawer with his hip and Layla jumped and clapped before sprinting to her ensuite.

Layla quickly stripped out of her clothes and turned the knobs to the bath herself before using all her little strength to put the plug in the tub. Harry was smart enough one day, when Layla was feeling extra autonomous, to put stickers on where the perfect bath temperature would be, so that Layla would never burn herself or cry when it’s too cold.

Harry laid out her outfit for the day on the sink counter, grabbing a cup and kneeling before the tub to help wash her hair. He heard “I can do it” more times than he can count until it became time to rinse her hair, where she would wordlessly tip her head back and cover her eyes with her little hands.

They would mindlessly chat about what they were excited to see at the museum, what they would play at the park, until Layla randomly asked, “Do you have a daddy?”

Harry froze. He knew he obviously was going to answer but he was afraid of where the conversation would lead to. “I do.” He let the silence settle, not wanting to push Layla to talk due to his anxiety.

“Mama says I have a daddy out there somewhere but she loved me too much to share me.” Layla rubbed the water away from her face before looking at Harry with a gentle smile that began to turn to a soft pout.

“What’s the matter, monkey? You can talk to me.” Harry put the cup off to the side on the tub ledge before leaning in to listen to his sweet girl. Her little fingers began to trace the ink on his left arm since his arms were exposed after Harry pushed up his sleeves for bath time.

“I’m sad I don’t know anything about my daddy. Did he not love me?” Harry could see the tears form in Layla’s eyes and he could physically feel them form in his along with the lump in his throat.

“Oh, baby. I don’t know anything about your daddy but I do know that he is a very lucky man to have had you and mama.”

“Why is he gone?” Layla’s tears were freely falling and her little lip was trembling.

Harry grabbed Layla’s towel, picking her up and wrapping the towel around her so he could hold her to his chest as she nuzzled in his neck, exactly how she did when they first met.

“My sweet girl.” He was rubbing her back and rocking her back and forth. Harry was curious as to what had brought this on but he didn’t want to press it. He did know that he was going to properly spoil his girl rotten today to make all her worries and heartache disappear.

Layla sniffled and wiped her runny nose on the towel before pushing away from Harry, resting her hands on his chest to look him in the face. She quickly wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a good squeeze, making a smile spread to Harry’s cheeks, holding his girl closer.

“Will you Elsa braid my hair like mama does?”

“Of course, sweetheart. Probably won’t look as good as mama’s but I will try.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Harry must say, he’s pretty proud of his braid as he is putting Layla’s glittery sky blue helmet on her.

Harry had dressed her in an outfit he would probably wear. You always had a good sense of fashion and Layla was picking up on it as well, now that you have been giving her some more independence in choices.

Layla was dressed in dark purple corduroy flares with a cream sweater, speckled with pastel pinks, purples, and blues. Harry made sure that she wore comfortable but warm shoes, opting for some brown leather Chelsea boots. Harry grabbed her mustard yellow peacoat and threw a pair of gloves in his backpack, just in case, along with more socks, another sweater, extra hair ties and clips (Harry would occasionally steal her butterfly clips for his own hair). He made sure that their water bottles were filled and there were snacks and sanitary wipes in the front pocket of his backpack before throwing it on his shoulders.

Harry and Layla walked out the front door, her helping lock up the house, before walking to Harry’s bike. He picked up Layla to set her in the kid carrier attached to the back of Harry’s bike. You had been extremely nervous when Harry had first told you about the seat and wanting to take Layla for a ride. You offered to help him get a car, even if it was for your own sanity, but Layla loved riding on Harry’s bike way too much to ever say no.

Layla was patient and cooperative with Harry hooking her in, making sure she was safe and secure. Harry checked the straps and buckles three times before he gave Layla an approving nod while she returned his gesture, adding a giggle. Harry swung his leg over the seat, kicked up the kickstand and planted his feet on the pedals, making their way to the park. Layla enjoyed the scenery whizzing by while humming some song that Harry couldn’t make out, otherwise he would have joined her.

They made their way to the park, enjoying the rest of the morning hours there before they ventured to the cafe on the lake that was close to the park. Harry kept his bike locked up, opting to hold Layla’s hand as they walked to the cafe.

Harry had asked Layla why she likes this cafe so much many times and her answers had changed over the years. She used to tell Harry that it was because of “duckies”, then it turned to liking their hot cocoa. Today when he asked, his heart was warmed by her words and how wise she had become by the ripe age of three.

“Mama brings me here when we go to the park and you always bring me here. It’s our family spot.”

The waitress came over, beaming at Harry and Layla sitting across from each other, coloring on the placemat together.

“Oh my goodness, your daughter is so cute!”

Layla looked up at the waitress with a scowl before looking at Harry, causing him to laugh.

“I’m her nanny.”

The waitress looked taken back but quickly changed her features, looking Harry up and down and biting her lip. Layla continues to scowl at the waitress as Harry told her that they were ready to order.

Layla, being the smart girl she is, noticed how the waitress demeanor changed. How she was now only focused on Harry, began to twirl her hair and the constant lip biting. Harry had ordered his food and looked to Layla, who cleared her throat to get the waitress’s attention.

“My mama is prettier and she’s a doctor.”

Harry choked on his water at Layla’s childlike bluntness, causing a laugh to escape from his lips that he was trying to hold back. The waitress now was the one to wear the scowl as Layla’s own demeanor became confident with a hint of sass.

The waitress finally looked to Layla, “That’s not a very nice thing to say to a stranger.”

“It’s not nice to ignore me. I want hot cocoa with extra whipped cream and grilled cheese. Thank you.” Layla went back to coloring on the placemat, dismissing the waitress.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

They had finished their lunch, the waitress returning minimally since she got scolded by the child. Layla had cleaned up her area, stacking all of her dirty dishes and utensils onto Harry’s plate before hopping down from her chair and reaching for Harry’s hand. They got back to Harry’s bike, having Layla grip onto Harry’s trouser leg as he was unlocking the bike to set it up properly to get Layla back in her seat.

On their way to the museum, she was playing with the keychain they had made together that was attached to the zipper of Harry’s backpack. They were chatting about what parts of the museum they were going to be looking forward to.

Harry had tried to make their time together as educational as possible. Her little brain was ever growing, becoming curious, and he tried to feed its thirst for knowledge. The museum was having an exhibit on extinct animals so he had made sure they made it in time for them to join.

Layla was a wonderful listener. Harry had to carry her, per her request, so that she could be close to the presenter as they walked around the exhibit so she wouldn't miss a word he was saying. Her eyes were glued to the speaker when he spoke, focused on the extinct animal figure on display when he would direct their focus. Layla had her fingers wrapped in Harry’s curls, twisting them gently in her little fingers as she sponged up the information. She would occasionally rest her head on his shoulder, nuzzle close, and Harry would rest his head on hers.

“Getting tired, sweetheart?”

Layla lazily shook her head no as her grip tightened on to Harry. Harry knew she would be fast asleep the moment he got her into the bike seat.

Layla slept all the way home, Harry careful to pull her out to not disturb her, holding her close as he got them inside. He carried her to her room, slowly peeling off her coat and boots before covering her in a crochet blanket; another gift made by his own mother for his girl. Layla curled onto her side, subconsciously grabbing for her stuffed monkey Harry got for her for her third birthday, and soft snores began to fall from her lips.

Harry kissed her cheek before turning on her white noise maker and leaving her door cracked. Harry made his way down stairs and plopped on the couch, falling asleep himself.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Harry woke up covered in a soft sherpa blanket with the smell of garlic and tomato filling his nostrils. He let out a stretch before sitting up, seeing you standing at the stove and Layla at the table painting.

You were still in your blush dress from the morning but were barefoot and hair up in a messy bun with pieces framing your face. You were sipping from your red wine glass while pushing chicken and veggies in a skillet.

Layla perked up when she saw Harry staring at you. She had noticed this look he gave you before, the ever observant girl, but she didn’t know how to verbalize what the look could mean. She let Harry watch you a little longer until you had noticed he was awake when you turned around.

“Morning sunshine! Did this one wear you out today?” You were smiling at him as you continued to chop vegetables to put them in a salad, popping a chunk of cucumber in your mouth and handing Layla a chunk for herself, popping her piece in her mouth almost identical to you. Except, Harry was focused on the way your lips curled into a soft smile while you eloquently chewed and swallowed the piece of green veg before licking your lips, causing Harry to realize how dry his mouth was and how sweaty his palms were.

“No, not at all. We had a great day, guess I just needed the rest.”

You nodded as you pulled three plates down from the cupboard to place on the table. You mumbled a “time to clean up” into Layla’s hair, that is now loose from its Elsa braid, as you kissed the top of her head. Layla gently put her paints away, Harry helping with the water cup and laying the painting on the counter to dry. Harry walked Layla to the bathroom so they could both wash their hands for dinner.

You had made up the plates and placed them on the table before Harry and Layla had walked out. Getting Layla a cup for water and another red wine glass, you poured Harry a glass and topped yours off, setting them on the table as the two walked out.

This had become a strange tradition for the three of you after you had noticed that Harry had lost weight and was concerned that he wasn’t eating properly at home by himself. He swore it wasn’t an issue but you had gone full mama bear mode on Harry and started to put a plate in front of him before he had an opportunity to tell you “no thank you”. You sat at the table with Layla and Harry, discussing their day.

“Mama, the lady at the cafe ignored me to stare at Harry. It wasn’t nice!”

You let out a giggle, thinking to yourself that you can’t blame the poor waitress for being enchanted by the magnetic being across from you. “You’re right baby, that’s not nice but hopefully Harry got a phone number out of it.”

You smiled across at Harry and he began to blush, opening his mouth to speak but Layla beat him to it.

“Why would Harry need her phone number? He can call you!”

As calm and collected as you were, Harry went into a slight panic; was he really that obvious when it came to his feelings for you?

“Again, you’re right baby. Harry can call me any time he wants.”

Harry’s eyes went wide and Layla’s scowl turned into a bright smile, going back to eating her dinner while Harry sat there frozen.

“I can call you?”

“Of course Harry, any time. Even if it’s just to check in on Layla.”

Harry deflated a little when you were clear about your intentions for a phone call just as a friendly gesture. Harry went back to eating, trying to disguise his disappointment.

Harry had helped you clean up while Layla went to get her pajamas on. There was an awkward silence looming over the two of you that you could both sense but you weren’t sure who would cut through it first, so you decided to bare the knife.

“Can I ask you a huge favor? You have every right to say no if you are busy or you just don’t want to.”

“Of course, can ask me anything.”

“Would you be able to watch Layla Friday night?”

“Yeah, no problem. Did you get called in to cover at the hospital?”

“Um, no, actually. I have a date.”

The knife you used to cut through the heavy air around you just went right into Harry’s heart. He couldn’t tell if you could notice but he could feel his blood run cold and his face go pale.

“No problem. I’ll just stay all day Friday. I should get going now though.”

“You don’t want to stay for the Great British Bake off? You always stay to watch after dinner.” You gave him a pout as you wiped your hands with a rag to dry them. Those eyes always work on him, no matter if they are from Layla or you, but his heart couldn’t bear to look at them tonight.

“I have stuff at home to catch up on and since I’ll be busy on Friday now, I should get it done.”

“Harry, you don’t have to watch Layla on Friday if you’re already busy. I can find a babysitter.”

“No, it’s fine. I’ll see you tomorrow.” With that, Harry quickly walked to the door, stopping when he saw Layla come down the stairs, trying to hold back his tears that he can feel burning.

“Good night my sweet girl, I’ll see you tomorrow.” Layla reached her arms up to hug Harry, holding her extra tight and giving her a long kiss to her cheek before gently setting her feet on the floor and heading home.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

You were getting ready for your date as Harry was making dinner for him and Layla. You had offered to cook something up but Harry told you that you should get ready so you wouldn’t be late.

You walked down in the tightest dress Harry had ever seen you in, making his body ache from desire and heartbreak. How desperately he wanted to pick you up for a date with you walking out in that curve hugging maroon dress and black stiletto heel, putting your earring in and fluffing your hair to where you want it to lay.

“So pretty mama!”

“Thank you baby!” You gave the top of her head a kiss before going to pick up your phone from the charger to place in your clutch. You heard the horn of a car outside as you were grabbing your black trench coat.

“Okay baby, be good. You might be sleeping when I get back but I’ll come tuck you in. Harry, call me if you need anything.” You kissed Layla again and made your way to the door, locking it behind you.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Your date has been going extremely well. David was a handsome surgeon you had met during your ER coverage when someone came in with intensive internal bleeding, leading to an emergency surgery where David was on call. Laughs were being had, drinks were flowing easy, then your phone rang.

You saw that it was Harry so you quickly answered, “Harry, is everything alright?” You could hear Layla crying in the background, making your heart race.

“Layla has a fever and I can’t get her to calm down.”

You took a deep breath, “What’s her temperature? Did you give her some children’s Tylenol?”

“She is at 100 right now, gave her the Tylenol and put a cool cloth on her head. She’s just so inconsolable right now. She wants her mama, Y/N.”

“Can I talk to her?” Harry put the phone on speaker as he continued to rock Layla, adjusting the cloth on her forehead.

You whimpered when you heard her choked sobs, gently asking, “Baby, wants the matter?”

Layla’s cries had died down a minuscule amount but you could make out what she was saying, “I want my mama!” Your heart was breaking and you looked to David, who at this point finished his wine and looked extremely annoyed.

“It’s okay baby, I’ll be home soon, okay? I’ll be right there.” Layla settled a little more and Harry ended the call with a “see you soon”.

David paid for the bill as you began to apologize and get your stuff together. David began to walk ahead of you before saying his cold goodbye at the door. “I don’t have time to drive you home, could you catch an Uber or something?”

You scoffed at him before rolling your eyes, “Yeah, that’s fine. Thanks for dinner but don’t expect a call from me.” You pulled out your phone as David walked away so that you could request an Uber.

You had rushed into your house, which was now eerily quiet for having a sick baby girl on your hands. You walked into the house further and found Harry laying on the couch topless with Layla laying on his chest, also topless and a wet towel between them. Harry had his fingers combing through Layla’s hair as they were watching Coco.

Layla lifted her head when she heard your heels on the hardwood, looking at you and tears began to brim her eyes.

“Hi my baby, you’re not feeling good, hm?” You knelt down by the couch as you stripped off your coat and Layla was reaching for you to hold her. You held her close, feeling the warmth radiating off of her but it wasn’t a concerning temperature at this point.

Harry sat up, folding the wet towel before taking it to the bathroom, walking away and coming back still topless. Your eyes explored his torso, his high waisted trousers cover up until under his butterfly. You continued to hold and rock your little one, who was now nuzzling into your neck with her breathing slowing. Your eyes finally finished their exploring of Harry’s dips and valleys when you met his eyes, mouthing a “thank you” for taking care of your daughter.

You stood up and kicked off your heels before climbing the stairs to tuck Layla in. You placed her in your bed so that you could watch her overnight. You walked back down the stairs after leaving your door cracked and promptly went to the cupboard to pull out two wine glasses and a bottle of Syrah, popping out the cork and pouring two hefty glasses before walking to the couch where Harry now sat with his shirt on. To say you were disappointed was an understatement.

Harry took the glass and looked at how full it was before giving you a look with a cocked brow and smirk. “Not good, huh?”

You ran your hand through your hair and let out a sigh. “It was fine until you called.” Harry instantly felt guilty for calling you on your date until you spoke up again.

“I didn’t tell him I had Layla, he had told me before the date that he never wanted children. I guess that should have been a major red flag. I’ve just been so alone and desperate that I took the first thing that jumped on me.” You took a huge swig of your wine before letting out a sigh. “I probably should have asked you if you needed a ride home before I started guzzling down my feelings.”

Harry smiled at you, “It’s fine. I can get an Uber.”

You almost spilt your wine when you sat up with a mouthful, quickly swallowing it. “Mm! He didn’t even drive me home! He made me get a fucking Uber!”

“What an asshole!”

“I know! Ugh, I should just give up while I’m ahead. I’ve got the most perfect daughter, I have a great job, although exhausting. I own a house and have a happy and healthy life… I guess I just get-“

“Lonely?” Harry thought that you were preaching to the choir at this point because he felt the same exact way; he had your daughter to care for, an amazing job, he is happy and healthy because you care for him.

You let out another sigh and closed your eyes, “Yes, so lonely. I have been doing this all on my own and it can be too much. I just want someone to hold me, tell me it will be okay, that I am doing a good job.”

“You’re doing an amazing job,Y/N.”

You slowly open your eyes and look to Harry who has been watching you this whole time. You let out another sigh because you can feel him pull you in but you don’t want anything to happen, not right now anyway, not like this.

As if your daughter wasn’t already your saving grace, she cried out for you right when you felt the pull to Harry become too strong. You put your wine glass down and go to your baby.

“You’re more than welcome to stay in the guest room if you don’t feel like making your way home this late. I’m going to go to bed. Goodnight Harry.”

And with that, you walked up the stairs to be with your baby and Harry called an Uber home.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Harry had walked in, eager to start the day with Layla, thinking about maybe baking something and going to the art museum. When he walked into the kitchen, he wasn’t expecting to see you in a long t-shirt, bed head and bare legs with Layla on the counter eating sliced strawberries.

“Oh shit, Harry!”

“Mama! No swear!”

“Oop, sorry baby. Harry, I must have forgot to tell you that I had today off.”

“Oh, it’s no problem, I can head home so you can spend the day with Layla.”

“Or you can stay…” you were looking at him with hopeful eyes that he would agree to spend the day with you and Layla. “We would love for you to stay.”

“Yeah Harry! Please?”

The way that both of you are now giving him the eyes, he’s lucky he didn’t turn into a puddle on the floor. Harry began to peel his jacket and boots off, exposing his layered red sweater over a cream button up to match his brown and cream plaid pants, walking over to the island for Layla to pop a strawberry in his mouth. You smiled up at him as he began to help you prep the breakfast to build your own waffles.

Harry helped Layla get ready for the day, getting her in some black fleece leggings, a chambray shirt with some brown leather combat boots. Layla said she wanted mama to do her hair and that Harry shouldn’t take it personally.

Layla sprinted into your ensuite where you were finishing your simple makeup and loose curls, wearing high waisted dark skinny jeans and a cream off the shoulder sweater. You were still barefoot at this point and Harry thought that he could get used to this.

You made sure you unplugged your curling wand and moved it away from the sink so that you could sit Layla on it to do her hair. She already had white bows in her hand for you to put in her hair. You quickly did a crown braid to keep her hair out of her face and finished it off with a top knot, throwing a bow at the base of the bun. You dashed on your perfume, doing the same to Layla per her request and then threw some chapstick on the both of you before picking up Layla to place on your hip.

You looked up to Harry and asked him if he was ready to go. He swallowed that dry mouth away before giving you a nod.

You got Layla settled in her car seat, tucking your purse under her feet and gave her a kiss before you climbed into the driver's seat. Harry got comfortable in the passenger seat, looking in the mirror in the visor to look back at Layla who was ‘reading’ a book.

You looked over to Harry who was smiling in the mirror, causing you to smile before asking if everyone was ready. You stopped by a coffee shop drive through where you got Layla her hot cocoa, yourself a flat white, and Harry a black coffee. The drive to the art museum was a little ways so you let Layla pick the music for the car. You hummed along to the Disney songs until Layla was begging for you and Harry to sing, causing you both to giggle but sing along.

Harry took over when it came to the art museum, educating Layla on artists and types of paints and materials used. You followed behind letting them having their time together, warming to see Harry adore your daughter and her being excited to learn. You took a few pictures of the two of them and were reviewing them when Layla was hyper fixated on Monet’s “Sunflowers” painting. You froze at a picture of Harry knelt down with Layla between his legs and his hand on her tummy. She was pointing to a painting on the wall while Harry was looking at the camera with a beaming smile, the next one was the same pose with a softer smile and he was looking behind the camera, looking at you.

You looked up to see Layla running to you with arms open and Harry jogged close behind. Layla was talking a mile a minute about the sunflower painting as you knelt down to pick her up. You kept looking at Harry who was giggling at Layla’s gabbing and excitement while you could not focus on anything other than the way Harry’s dimples were popping and his eyes were crinkling. You shook yourself from the trance as you helped Layla get her jacket from the museum coat closet.

You decided to go out of the way to go to the cafe by the park. This would be the first time all three of you went together and you knew Layla would be excited when she saw the car pull into the parking lot.

You were right; she squealed and tried to get herself out of her car seat but Harry had beat her to it. She was in awe of the trees surrounding the lake and the cafe, all in their full bloom of fall colors. The leaves were scattered beautifully along the parking lot, leaves floating in the lake. The cafe was decorated in fall decor, preparing for the holiday season.

You requested a table by the widows facing the lake and sat Layla closest to the window so she could enjoy the view. She murmured how it looked like a painting at the museum and what paints were used in the art she was thinking of. You smiled at her before looking at Harry who was already looking at you.

Layla started to list all the colors she sees outside as the waitress approached, the same one that had eyes for Harry.

“Well, hello again.” She again was focused only on Harry, ignoring your’s and Layla’s presence. Harry had to laugh because the face you were making at that moment was identical to the one Layla had made the first time.

“I’ll let the ladies order first.” Harry nodded at you before you looked up at the waitress, giving her a sickly sweet smile. Her eyes widened when she looked at you, truly shocked by your beauty.

“Layla baby, you first.” Layla never looked away from outside, stating that she would like “hot cocoa with extra whip cream and a grilled cheese, please.” You had asked if she could get a side of veg along with her meal as you ordered a turkey club with a side salad and a cup of soup to share with Layla.

Harry had ordered his turkey burger with side salad before the waitress parted to bring a fresh pitcher of water. Layla had finally turned her attention back to you and Harry, going over her favorite parts of the museum throughout the meal. You're pretty sure she had listed everything she saw.

You made your way home, Layla falling asleep in the car. Harry had carried her up to her bed as you gathered all the dirty laundry to start a load. You sat at the table with your laptop, paying bills when Harry made his way down to you at the kitchen table. Harry let out a yawn and you pointed to the coffee maker.

“Fresh pot.” You smiled and lifted your mug to ‘cheers’ him. Harry sat across from you while you finished up on your computer and you suggested that you watch a movie or some garbage tv.

You got about halfway through the movie before you heard little feet pattering on the hardwood upstairs. Before you know it, Layla has crawled into your lap, laying her head on your shoulder while she looks at Harry with a sleeping smile.

“Good morning beautiful, sleep well?” She nodded at Harry as she nuzzled closer to you. You rubbed her back and patted her bum as you thought about what to do for dinner.

“I was thinking since we have already been bad all day, we should order some pizza.” Layla perked up at that before squeezing you tighter. You giggled as you pulled out your phone, hitting the speed dial to your favorite place.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

With full bellies and a sleepy Layla, you get the two of you ready for bed as Harry puts away the leftovers and throws the boxes away.

You walk down with a clean face, hair up, and a pair of green cotton plaid pajama pants and a white oversized T-shirt. Harry walked back in from the recycling outside to you holding a pint of ice cream and two spoons. You raised your eyebrows and giggled as Harry walked over to you. You popped open the pint and handed a spoon to Harry.

“Layla would be heartbroken if she saw you sharing with me and not her.” He smiled before popping the spoon in his mouth, letting the cream melt over his tongue.

You shrug, licking your spoon, “I don’t share my ice cream with just any one Harry.” You take another spoonful and look at Harry as you take your bite.

Harry could feel his heart racing, his mouth drying, his hands are sweaty. He can feel the word vomit in the back of his throat make its way to the tip of his tongue. “Can I be honest with you?”

“Of course Harry, I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

You stood up straight when you saw that Harry had adjusted his own posture. He was avoiding your gaze now, looking to the spoon in his hand he was twirling while he tried to find his voice. You didn’t pressure him, you both just stood in silence.

“I’m very lucky to have had you walk into my classroom. I instantly fell in love with your daughter and I instantly fell in love with you too.” He was still avoiding your gaze but if he were to look up, he would see that your eyes have glossed and your lip is trembling, the way Layla’s does when she is trying to hold back her tears.

“I’ve known for an embarrassingly long time how I have truly felt about you but what we have is so good and I couldn’t bear to not have Layla in my life, couldn’t bear to lose you. I- Today was amazing and made me realize that it would kill me if I don’t tell you that I am completely and utterly, madly in love with you.”

Harry decided that it’s now or never to look at you, and you looked so beautiful in this moment as you do every time Harry looks at you. You may be in oversized and stained pajamas, your cheeks may be wet and flush and your lips bruised and trembling, but you are as beautiful as you are every day that Harry is graced with your presence.

You now try to find your words but you choke out a sob. Harry quickly wraps you into his arms and kisses the top of your head, holding you close. You finally catch your breath and look up to him.

“I always knew there was something there but I was too scared to find out.”

Harry wiped your cheeks with his thumbs, holding your face in his palms. “Can I kiss you, Y/N?”

You gave him the nod he was wishing for and he slowly leaned in as he pulled you closer. He was gentle in his movements, not wanting to scare you away from this moment. He planted his lips softly against yours, slowly moving so that he could incase your lower lip between his, softly sucking it between his lips. He moved closer so that your bodies were pressed together and he lowered his right hand from your cheek to your waist and his left hand to the back of your head, his fingers weaving into the hair pulled up into the bun on top of your head. He gently let his tongue graze your bottom lip before he pulled you closer and licked again with more fervor.

Your mouth opened more to let him in, just as you were opening yourself more to let him into your heart. Your hands reached out to grip at the sweater on his chest as you finally let go and let your tongue meet his. This move gives Harry the confidence and reassurance he needs as he fully licks into you to massage your tongue with his as he presses his hips to yours, pushing your lower back to the counter.

He pulls away breathless as he lays his forehead on yours, kissing your nose and rubbing the back of your head with his thumb. He goes back in to kiss you more,  lifting you by your thighs to wrap around him. He carefully carries you to your room, gently laying you down on the bed as he starts to kiss down your neck, his hands massaging your thighs that are still wrapped around him. Harry pulls his sweater over his head and before you get the chance to admire him, his lips are pressed to yours. His fingers graze the waistband of your bottoms and he starts to pull them down, his soft and warm palms caressing the bare flesh of your thighs.

Harry continues to kiss the skin of your neck as you swallow down the lump that is forming in the base of your throat as you think about the next morning. “Harry, what if this changes everything?”

“Everything’s still the same, nothing changes. Except now, I get to hold you, and kiss you, and show you much I love you.”

You let out a sigh of relief as the tears begin to form that you try to blink away. Harry’s face is again level with yours, kissing your cheek. “Will you let me show you how much I love you?”

Your lip trembles as you tell him yes, never feeling loved before this moment. Harry gently kissed you and he reached for the hem of your shirt. He pulled it over your head, exposing your sports bra and he leaned on his hunches to finish pulling your bottoms off. Harry took his time, kissing every inch of you. Your stretch marks from carrying Layla, your stubbly thighs because you didn’t have time to shave your legs fully this morning, your freckles and scars. Harry truly loved every inch of you, and you could feel it.

“Can I take these off, love?” Harry’s fingers were tucked into your cotton panties when you gave him a nod. You were nervous because it had been longer than you would like to admit since you have been intimate with someone. Harry slowly peeled them down your legs, kissing a trail behind.

“Harry… it’s been a long time…”

“It’s okay, I’ll take my time with you.” He kissed your ankle as he dropped your panties to the side of the bed. “Can I start by touching you?” You nod again and you lean up to pull off your sports bra and adjust the pillow behind your head. Harry still sat on his knees between your legs to admire you. “Do you have any lube? I don’t want to hurt you or make it uncomfortable for you.”

You give him a shy smile before leaning to your side table, appreciating him for being so kind and gentle. You hand him the bottle and he pops the cap open, spreading some along his fingers as well as dripping some on your center. He placed the bottle by his leg, just in case he doesn’t have enough.

“Talk to me, okay? Let me know if it’s too much or not enough. Tell me what you need.”

“I will.” He smiled before leaning down to kiss you, hovering over you as he started to run his pointer and middle finger through your folds. You gasp at the coldness but quickly relax when you feel Harry’s fingers explore you more; spreading you open, pinching a lip or your clit between his fingers. He gave you one last lick into your mouth before leaning back again.

You opened your thighs more to accommodate him as he watched his own fingers explore you. You watched his brow furrow and he occasionally licked his lip. Your breath hitched when you felt his middle finger slowly dip in you.

“This okay?”

“Yes.” Your hips flex up involuntarily to meet Harry’s finger that he is slowly dipping and pulling out of you. His thumb slowly started rolling over your clit and you let out your first moan. It was soft, but present enough for Harry to speed up his movements a little bit, earning a louder moan from you.

“You like that baby?” Harry slowly pulled out his middle finger so that he could slide his middle and ring finger in together, giving you the stretch to need. When he got to the base of his fingers, your back arched and Harry began his come hither motion on your walls, reaching further to hit the soft sponge that you needed him to find.

“Harry, right there!” He added a little more pressure to your gspot before returning to his massaging gesture, using his other hand to figure eight your clit with his thumb. You could feel yourself on the brink of the tip over but you needed something, you just weren’t sure what it was but Harry seemed to know.

He leaned down to kiss you fully again, the pressure of his body on you caused his thumb to add more pressure to your bud and his fingers to plunge a little deeper, causing the rush to flow over you and the tingles to start in your fingers and toes. You moaned into his mouth as he continued to kiss you to keep you quiet but you pulled away to catch a breath, panting into his shoulder as he kissed your neck.

Harry began to slow his movements, pulling his hands away to massage at your thighs as he continued to kiss your neck down to your chest. You could feel him straining in his trousers on your core as he laid on you.

“Was that okay?” He continued to kiss your chest, licking your left nipple into his mouth, sucking gently and flicking the tip of his tongue across it. You rolled your hips into him, feeling the vibrations from his moan into the flesh of your breast.

“It was great, thank you.” Your hand was combing through his hair as he moved to your right breast.

“Can I make love to you?” He looked up at you, watching your soft, blissed out face turn into a gentle smile.

“I would love to make love with you, Harry.” He leaned up again to kiss you before standing to pull off his trousers. He reached for the nightstand to grab a condom, putting it on and adding some extra lube before setting the bottle aside.

“Let me know if you need me to stop or anything.” He kissed your forehead, your closed eyes, each cheek, then your nose before landing on your lips. He lined himself up to your core, all while kissing you, before gently pushing into you with a role of his hips.

With each roll and deeper kiss, he sunk deeper into you. You pulled away from the kiss trying to catch a breath, feeling dizzy from being overwhelmed emotionally and physically. Harry continued to slowly thrust into you, barely pulling out before he would roll again. He lifted a knee to lay flush with your thigh, opening you more which caused Harry to pull out more than he intended to push back into you.

You let out a moan and your head tipped back after that particular thrust, causing Harry to remove his face from your neck to look at you and repeat the same motion, over and over again. He could feel how wet you were getting, almost too wet that he was slipping out of you more, causing his thrust to be sloppy and deeper.

He lifted the thigh he had pushed up with his knee up to his shoulder, hovering over you more and looking right down at you. You look up to see Harry’s curls falling over his face, his face and chest flush, your hand moved up to move his hair so you can see him in all his beauty. You leaned up to kiss him, creating a new angle that had you both moaning.

Harry could feel himself coming undone, knowing that he had to get you there first. He let his hand travel to wear your bodies met, rolling your bud under his thumb once again. You sat up on your elbows to keep the angle you both loved as well as to stay close to Harry.

“I’m so close, don’t stop Harry.”

He leaned in to kiss you, mumbling “I love you” against your lips between kisses. “Fuck, I love you so much, Y/N.”

At that confession, your arms gave out so Harry quickly gripped you close with his free arm and rolled his hips against you until he moaned out your name and let his orgasm flood over him. He gently laid you both down, resting his head on your chest as you both embraced and caught your breath.

Harry felt your fingers stop moving in his hair and little snores escape your lips. Harry has seen that sleepy pout on your daughter more times than he could count but seeing it on you has made him the happiest man alive. Harry maneuvers himself so that you are both lying comfortably and he falls asleep with his arms wrapped around you.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

You wake up to find that Harry is not in bed, but all the clothes from last night are now in the hamper and there is a set of fresh clothes at the end of the bed. You can hear little giggles and a few “oops” from the kitchen. You get dressed and make your way down stairs.

Layla turns her head to you when you walk in, beaming with a “morning mama!” Leaning up to give you a kiss.

“Are you stealing chocolate chips again? Some extra sweet kisses this morning!”

Layla giggles as you press your hand a little firmer and longer on Harry’s lower back as you go for the coffee pot. You lean up to give Harry a kiss, noticing that he has been dipping into the chocolate too. Harry quickly went back in for another kiss, sweeter than the chocolate that lingers. You pull away slowly looking into Harry’s sleepy green eyes and wish him a good morning.

“Morning love, banana pancakes?”

“I’d love some.”

[rocknrollarticles]

Chris Simmonds interviews Jon Lord for Beat International Magazine, December 1975

(article transcription continues below the cut)

Lord of The Deep

“I don’t think rock could exist and roll exist without solos — it’s a vital form of musical expression.”

Jon Lord of Deep Purple is undoubtedly a rarity. He combines the most pleasing qualities, rarely found among others enjoying a similar position on the Rock and Roll roundabout. We have man who has been making successful records for over seven years, and who remains both verbally and musically articulate with out ever resorting to the more flamboyant pretensions exhibited by so many of his contemporaries. He is a star, to be sure, but never to the point of camouflaging the musician.

With the reformed Purple off to the States until Christmas, we were delighted when Jon agreed to meet us at the airport before take-off to talk about Purple, new and old, and in general his particular role as keyboard player. The time was apt as we had just heard enough of the tapes of the band’s new album (Come Taste The Band) to suggest that it would totally eclipse the rather disappointing Stormbringer.

Jon, notorious for his late plane catching, arrived early this time, and cast his mind back to the days of Deep Purple Mark 1. The In Rock album was certainly the first major step towards worldwide acceptance, and we asked how this style change had been linked with the departure of original members Rod Evans and Nicky Simper, vocals and bass. 

Concise

“Christ, that far back. My memory isn’t all that good. Basically, it was that three people in the band wanted two to leave, and In Rock shows exactly what we wanted to get into. In fact, we had already been playing the In Rock style on stage, but we had never done it on an album. With lan Gillan and Roger Glover in the band, we had two rock and rollers, much more so than the others.

“It might just have been the climate of the times, but we did feel that the previous albums had rambled a bit. This attitude almost went against us, because we were so concise with In Rock that it became very hard to follow. This move was in fact largely motivated by Ritchie, and the general agreement by the majority of the band was that this was what we should do.

“I went down at the time as saying that I totally agreed with the policy but thought it should have been little more relaxed, and as a result of that Ritchie and I had a few arguments. These resolved themselves and resulted in Machine Head which, apart from the new one, was to my mind our best album.

If there were the odd moments of apathy from Ritchie, I certainly never shared them, apart from Who Do We Think Are which I disliked intensely. It was done in a mood of total fed-upness. lan left shortly afterwards, because by then he and Ritchie were having head-on collisions, so that probably caused the bad moods of that time.

Freedom

“However, most of the albums were a great joy to make. Although Fireball got slagged a bit, you must remember that it followed a smash success album, and that’s always difficult. It still gave me great satisfaction.” During this period a very prominent feature of the Purple music was a never ending rash of frantic solos. How far did Jon feel that they were an integral part of the songs?

“So long as it fits the song, I’m delighted to have them. We have reached the point now that even when I am playing the part of a backing musician I have much greater freedom. The song structure with Glenn (Hughes) and Tommy (Bolin) isn’t set any more. We are trying to loosen the whole thing up, and cut out the ‘this happens in that bar and that happens there’ attitude.

“The days of the really long solos have gone, and I am talking about the twenty five minute jobs. Everyone will still have their solo slot, because basically that is what Deep Purple is all about. We have always prided ourselves on our individual abilities, and we like to show it. Quite frankly, we sometimes went much too far in the past, and some of the others’ solos bored me.”

Given Jon’s feelings about solos, did he have any special preference about playing the more direct songs like Speed King and Highway Star or the more protracted tracks like The Mule?

“I’m quite happy with either role, so long as I am happy with the song in the first place. I don’t mind sitting back behind the guitar because that is just as creative as leading the song. Actually, that’s a tricky question, because the Hammond doesn’t really sit all that well in rock and roll as a backing instrument. It took me a long time and a lot of hard work to find an acceptable way of incorporating the instrument… Where was I? Oh yes, at the same time I have to solo — every musician does.

I don’t think rock and roll could exist without solos — it’s a vital form of musical expression. It’s a way of stretching out, but of course how much you do so is up to you, or the band. A musician should solo as long as he feels he is feeding off the audience, but I feel that it is unforgivable to bore an audience.”

Possibilities

With the new members, what possibilities did Jon see as far as his own instrument was concerned? “I really see many. Ritchie was a very demanding player in that he really enjoyed the limelight. I mean, we all did obviously, but I suppose he was so extrovert on stage to balance the introvert he was offstage. It’s hard to speak objectively as he was my friend for seven years. One of the nice things about having an American in the band is the more quote laid back unquote atmosphere. I enjoyed Tommy’s solo album.” And Ritchie’s album?

“There was certainly a Purple sound, but thought it was second rate Purple, and you can print that. I was surprised to say the least, because he said he wanted to go right back to the raw roots he felt we were abandoning. At the same time I suspect that his next album will be a bitch.”

Apathy

On the subject of these recent albums, Jon went on to compare Stormbringer and Come Taste The Band. “I liked the Stormbringer album. It was certainly a little different. There was a certain apathy on Ritchie’s part — he was already thinking of leaving — and perhaps it shows. We should have attacked it more as Deep Purple rather than approaching it in that dispirited way. I’m really not trying to make Ritchie a whipping boy — I really don’t want to — but you mentioned the word apathy and I think I would have to go along with that. But if the album didn’t quite come off, it didn’t sell as well as the others had, so there’s justice there.”

Jon is well known for his classical inclinations, and we wondered if they might reemerge more strongly within the new band framework?

“I’m really two musicians, and they meet somewhere in the middle. The outer edges can never get together, and that’s why I make solo albums, just to get things out of my head and out of my system. Look — I’m not carrying a cross for classical music — I’m a rock and roller and I have been for ten years. There just happens to be more, that’s all.”

What did he feel that the future held for the keyboard? “I think now that it has arrived with a vengeance, it will stay. Keyboard players are having to get more versatile in respect of the number of instruments they are having to play. The organ sound as just an organ sound is already overused, and I personally use synthesizers, a clavinet and a Fender Rhodes besides the Hammond.

Technique

“I have countered this dilemma of 'old hat’ sound by having my set up built specially for me. I have four Leslies which have been totally ripped out and replaced with better components, Crown amps, and all the keyboards, about six, go through the Leslies. The organ has also been messed around with, so it’s not a straight Hammond sound — it’s a particular sound that I feel fits our kind of music.”

Jon was also glad to offer tips to the embryonic keyboard wizard. “Well, even though it’s 'just’ rock and roll, I think it’s invaluable to acquire a technique of some sort. By all means absorb from other people, and try find out how they do it, but then you mus try to branch off and perfect your own style. Things like scales and arpeggios, although very boring, are bloody well worth while. If you are soloing, and your fingers won’t do what is in your head, it’s the most frustrating thing in the world. I have never regretted the hours and hours of practising that I have put in. I try to listen as much as I can to what else is going on in the rock world — I think it is important to be aware of what your peers are doing.

Relaxation

“I was talking to lan Gillan the other night on just this subject, and he said he never used to listen to anyone but Deep Purple and Elvis Presley. He admitted that he was totally wrong. He said that since he had been off the road he had been listening to everything that he could, and he realised how much he had missed. You don’t listen to others to copy — just to judge the feel of the business. Anyway, it’s a relaxation to me.”

The hidden speakers in the roof of the lounge was announcing the departure of the Purple flight. “I feel as if I could go on for another twenty years,” said Jon jumping up. “Thanks a lot for talking to me.”

[thestylesindependent]

Brand new adventure- Harry’s interview with L’Officiel Hommes China (translation courtesy of Google)

He is the face of Gucci's new fragrance, an ultra-modern pop star and an exquisite young man, and Harry Styles may be content with his premature achievements. But he prefers to choose to be alone and fade out of the public eye, with curiosity or even greed to touch the music.

"So French!" The young man in a Mickey Mouse sweater smiled softly, facing the sometimes excited and blushing editorial team of magazines. On the day after the interview, his new song was launched, and it attracted more than 1.5 million followers in just a few hours. After a brief retreat, or after a breath-recovery process like holding his breath, a series of bumps began, and this was the return of Harry Styles. Harry, who has just soloed from One Direction (the band sold 50 million records over a six-year career and has since ceased indefinitely), achieved his personal career and released his first solo album in 2017. People saw him transforming. He was no longer the Harry of the 1D band, but became an independent artist, receiving reviews from music critics, and going in harmony with this era. He is fickle, he treats his sexual orientation peacefully, he defends equality, and supports same-sex marriage. The pop singer who has grown up in the greenhouse has now become a cocoon. Gucci's vibrant, poetic and destructive creative director Alessandro Michele, who is responsible for the styling of Harry's first tour after solo, has been selected as this fashion season Image ambassador for the new fragrance "Gucci Mémoire d'une Odeur". 

Soon before our meeting, he just spread some clear signals in an American journal, announcing some song samples of the new album: in recent months, he has been listening to McCartney, reading Murakami sang with Stevie Nicks in preparation for the new album. So on the day we met, we found two pieces of evidence that witnessed his creative journey over the past few months. The content of these songs is full, exquisitely arranged, delicate and at the same time rough and unruly, like an ecstatic intoxication, but also the sorrow of dawn and dawn, all of which show a large album full of color and temperature collision.

While anxiously waiting to jump into the vortex of public attention (album promotion, touring, and many things in celebrity life), the 25-year-old boy calmly told with restraint and enthusiasm throughout the day. Yourself. (To be honest, he did not try to avoid the eyes of passers-by. Instead, he walked in the panties between the two shots and ate Asian takeaway meals at the corner of the street instead of sipping healthy celery juice or eating Steamed tofu.) "The first smell I remember was probably the smell in her mother's kitchen, the smell of her roasted meat, and the smell of perfume on her." This is how this good son, also a contemporary superstar, is. Express his memory related to smell. However, if one day Harry lives in your house by accident, who knows if this will happen? Never let him feed your cat, because he said: "I have been accompanied by cats every time I grew up, every time. When I feed them, the smell of cat food makes me unbearable. "

It can be said that his cooperation with Alexandro Michele is not a pretense, and their creative lines coincide. "Alexandro is a free thinker, and his way of working is very enlightening. If he wants to do something, he will do it. It's that simple. It's impressive, especially for a big When working at a brand. This is great when you have the opportunity to participate in the work of a recognized master. He doesn't ask about class, age, or business. He does everything for everyone, everyone, I I think that any kind of art should be like that. "He talked about childhood again (yes, childhood seems to be yesterday in his eyes)": I like 'scent memory', I like its freshness, and it can be based on the user The different and changing characteristics. This perfume reminds me of the summer of childhood. Sitting with friends by the lake, where I grew up, smelling the fragrance of wild flowers ... "Today this Times exactly reflect the poem of Henri Michaux: "Night is not like daylight, it has great flexibility." That is to say, Michele's method is very suitable, even with this kind of abandoning the rules The approach is closely related. "Boundaries are gradually falling, whether in fashion, music festivals, film and television, or the art world ... I do n’t think people are still looking for differences in this category. The line between them is also the subject of creation. People no longer need to be this or that person. I think that people are simply trying to get better. In fashion and other fields, these standards are not as strict as before, which brings Great freedom, exciting. " "Although Michelle doesn't necessarily ask for my opinion, we will show some ideas to each other. It is cool to get opinions from people who are not necessarily in the same field as you, and you respect his work and taste "We noticed a new motivation, perhaps a new way of writing, which came from taking control of our careers. In short, when a seductive carefree and cruelly erodes talent, a serious mentality that a person shows ": writing songs is surfing. You can train as much as you can, and the waves Sometimes it doesn't. But we still need training to get better. It's impossible to sit down one day and think about writing the best song of my life. It takes a lot of effort. "

He worked in a bakery ten years ago, but now he has become the company's bet, the star and the focus of media attention. Whether out of fantasy or fact, he ca n’t help asking such a young man. How to get rid of this cobweb of public opinion. "Becoming famous is something I'm still learning and experiencing. I learn how to filter out what I like and dislike, pick out what can be integrated into the song, and what I don't want to share. Find a balance. Sometimes wondering how people think about this or that lyrics ... it means accepting to show off their fragile side, but at the same time, it makes the whole adventure exciting The reason. "He said. Indeed, when he revealed some clues about the upcoming album, the excitement was obvious, hoping that he could express "a sense of freedom". This feeling is not completely new to some hot idols, especially some like "Elvis Presley, Mick Jagger, Stevie Niks, Janis Joplin Joplin) and Prince ". In contrast to this crowd is Nick Drake, whom he likes to listen to recently. The outstanding singer's music is full and well-crafted, giving people a joy. "When I look at them, I don't know what it is, but it's there. It's a strange thing. They transcend the limits. When it comes to songwriting, McCartney has always had a huge impact on me. I was lucky Some of them are strong, and in my eyes, they have always been awesome. "

He arrived in a special car (with a driver, a small freezer and dark windows), and instead walked to the corner bar for a beer, and the number of people accompanying him decreased. Looking at the back of this millennial superstar, we think again of the teenager wearing an exaggerated cardigan, dreaming of standing out in the TV singer competition. Today, behind him is a gentle fragrance of wildflowers and Sunday lunch.

[hlupdate]

He is the face of Gucci's new fragrance, an ultra-modern pop star and an exquisite young man, and Harry Styles may be content with his premature achievements. But he prefers to choose to be alone and fade out of the public eye, with curiosity or even greed to touch the music.

"So French!" The young man in a Mickey Mouse sweater smiled softly, facing the sometimes excited and blushing editorial team of magazines. On the day after the interview, his new song was launched, and it attracted more than 1.5 million followers in just a few hours. After a brief retreat, or after a breath-recovery process like holding his breath, a series of bumps began, and this was the return of Harry Styles. Harry, who has just soloed from One Direction (the band sold 50 million records over a six-year career and has since ceased indefinitely), achieved his personal career and released his first solo album in 2017. People saw him transforming. He was no longer the Harry of the 1D band, but became an independent artist, receiving reviews from music critics, and going in harmony with this era. He is fickle, he treats his sexual orientation peacefully, he defends equality, and supports same-sex marriage. The pop singer who has grown up in the greenhouse has now become a cocoon. Gucci's vibrant, poetic and destructive creative director Alessandro Michele, who is responsible for the styling of Harry's first tour after solo, has been selected as this fashion season Image ambassador for the new fragrance "Gucci Mémoire d'une Odeur". Soon before our meeting, he just spread some clear signals in an American journal, announcing some song samples of the new album: in recent months, he has been listening to McCartney, reading Murakami sang with Stevie Nicks in preparation for the new album. So on the day we met, we found two pieces of evidence that witnessed his creative journey over the past few months. The content of these songs is full, exquisitely arranged, delicate and at the same time rough and unruly, like an ecstatic intoxication, but also the sorrow of dawn and dawn, all of which show a large album full of color and temperature collision.

While anxiously waiting to jump into the vortex of public attention (album promotion, touring, and many things in celebrity life), the 25-year-old boy calmly told with restraint and enthusiasm throughout the day. Yourself. (To be honest, he did not try to avoid the eyes of passers-by. Instead, he walked in the panties between the two shots and ate Asian takeaway meals at the corner of the street instead of sipping healthy celery juice or eating Steamed tofu.) "The first smell I remember was probably the smell in her mother's kitchen, the smell of her roasted meat, and the smell of perfume on her." This is how this good son, also a contemporary superstar, is. Express his memory related to smell.

However, if one day Harry lives in your house by accident, who knows if this will happen? Never let him feed your cat, because he said: "I have been accompanied by cats every time I grew up, every time When I feed them, the taste of cat food makes me unbearable. "

It can be said that his cooperation with Alexandro Michele is not a pretense, and their creative lines coincide. "Alexandro is a free thinker, and his way of working is very enlightening. If he wants to do something, he will do it. It's that simple. It's impressive, especially for a big When working at a brand. This is great when you have the opportunity to participate in the work of a recognized master. He doesn't ask about class, age, or business. He does everything for everyone, everyone, I I think that any kind of art should be like that. "He talked about childhood again (yes, childhood seems to be yesterday in his eyes)": I like 'scent memory', I like its freshness, and it can be based on the user The different and changing characteristics. This perfume reminds me of the summer of childhood. Sitting with friends by the lake, where I grew up, smelling the fragrance of wild flowers ... "Today this Times exactly reflect the poem of Henri Michaux: "Night is not like daylight, it has great flexibility." That is to say, Michele's method is very suitable, even with this kind of abandoning the rules The approach is closely related. "Boundaries are gradually falling, whether in fashion, music festivals, film and television, or the art world ... I don't think people are still looking for differences in this category. Even if there is still a gender distinction in the world, they The line between them is also the subject of creation. People no longer need to be this or that person. I think that people are simply trying to get better. In fashion and other fields, these standards are not as strict as before, which brings Great freedom, exciting. "

"Although Michelle doesn't necessarily ask for my opinion, we will show some ideas to each other. It is cool to get opinions from people who are not necessarily in the same field as you, and you respect his work and taste "We noticed a new motivation, perhaps a new way of writing, which came from taking control of our careers. In short, when a seductive carefree and cruelly erodes talent, a serious mentality that a person shows ": writing songs is surfing. You can train as much as you can, and the waves Sometimes it doesn't. But we still need training to get better. It's impossible to sit down one day and think about writing the best song of my life. It takes a lot of effort. "

He worked in a bakery ten years ago, but now he has become the company's bet, the star and the focus of media attention. Whether out of fantasy or fact, he ca n’t help asking such a young man. How to get rid of this cobweb of public opinion. "Becoming famous is something I'm still learning and experiencing. I learn how to filter out what I like and dislike, pick out what can be integrated into the song, and what I don't want to share. Find a balance. Sometimes wondering how people think about this or that lyrics ... it means accepting to show off their fragile side, but at the same time, it makes the whole adventure exciting The reason. "He said.

Indeed, when he revealed some clues about the upcoming album, the excitement was obvious, hoping that he could express "a sense of freedom". This feeling is not completely new to some hot idols, especially some like "Elvis Presley, Mick Jagger, Stevie Niks, Janis Joplin Joplin) and Prince ". In contrast to this crowd is Nick Drake, whom he likes to listen to recently. The outstanding singer's music is full and well-crafted, giving people a joy. "When I look at them, I don't know what it is, but it's there. It's a strange thing. They transcend the limits. When it comes to songwriting, McCartney has always had a huge impact on me. I was lucky Some of them are strong, and in my eyes, they have always been awesome. "

He arrived in a special car (with a driver, a small freezer and dark windows), and instead walked to the corner bar for a beer, and the number of people accompanying him decreased.

Looking at the back of this millennial superstar, we think again of the teenager wearing an exaggerated cardigan, dreaming of standing out in the TV singer competition. Today, behind him is a gentle fragrance of wildflowers and Sunday lunch.

[breaniebree]

Sneak peek at chapter 205... (to be posted on Wednesday 4th December)

It looked like a living room that Harry thought might be Godric’s Hollow.  James and Sirius were in the room with baby Harry, who was crying rather loudly.

“Aww, look how cute you were,” Ginny said, poking him in the ribs as he put his arm around her.

“Much cuter now though, right?”

“Maybe,” she teased, eyes turning back to the memory.

Baby Harry was crying loudly.  Tears leaked down his cheeks and his bottom lip trembled.  His chubby cheeks were rosy from exertion and James was dragging his fingers through his hair in frustration.

“It’s been twenty bloody minutes, Padfoot!  I’m a terrible father!”

Sirius, who was sitting on the sofa with both of his fingers in his ears, only shouted,  “What is Prongslet’s problem?”

“I gave him a bottle, he didn’t want it!  I tried to give him cereal, he didn’t bloody want that!  I gave him a bloody baby biscuit, and he threw it at you!”

Sirius grinned.  “My Animagus rather enjoyed it.”

“Even you being a bloody dog didn’t cheer him up!”  James exclaimed.

“Did you check his nappy?”  Sirius asked.

James glowered at him.  “Yes, I checked his bloody nappy!  What do you take me for?”

“How much longer did Lily say that she was going to be?”

James covered his face with his hands as Harry continued to sit on the living room floor and scream.  “Who the bloody hell knows?  She was working on a potion thing for the Order at headquarters.  ‘I’ll be fine,’ I told her.  ‘Harry and I will be great.’  Yeah, well three bloody hours later and we aren’t so great!  Bloody fucking bollocks!”  He exclaimed, kicking the coffee table.

Harry screamed louder and James fell to his knees.  

“Harry,” he begged desperately.  “Harry, love, Da-Da loves you so much and I want to help you, but you need to tell me what you want.  Please!”  He begged, picking up his son for the umpteenth time.  “Please stop crying, baby!”

He snuggled Harry into his shoulder, crooning softly, but Harry only coughed, gagging on his own tears, and continued to cry.

Remus came out of the kitchen with a fresh bottle.  “I warmed it up for him, Prongs.”

James took it and carefully tried to feed his son, who pushed it away, wiping at his eyes and screaming louder.

“He doesn’t fucking want it, Moony!”

Remus sighed.  “He wants Lily, that’s who he wants.”

At the sound of Lily’s name, Harry sniffled and looked around to look for his mother, when he didn’t see her, he began to cry again.

“Well, Lily’s not bloody here now, is she?”  James exclaimed desperately as Remus reached out to take the bottle from him.

Remus was quiet for a moment as he stood there holding the bottle.  “You could try to help, Padfoot, instead of just sitting there with your fingers in your ears.

Sirius stuck his tongue out at him.  “Prongs, why don’t you bounce him a little, you know, dance or something?”

James nodded, pressing his lips to Harry’s chubby cheek as he held his crying son close.  He bounced a bit and then he began to sway gently.  Harry continued to cry.  James kissed his cheek, the top of his head, gently patting him on the back.

“Shh, baby, I got you, shh,” he crooned.  “Wise men say, only fools rush in,” he sang quietly.  “But I can’t help falling in love with you.”

Harry hiccuped when his father began to sing, his tear filled eyes staring up at his father.

“Shall I stay?  Would it be a sin?  If I can’t help falling in love with you,” he sang softly.  “I think it’s working,” he whispered.

No sooner had the words left his lips than Harry started to cry again.

“Shite!”  James exclaimed.

“No, no!  He loves it when you sing!”  Sirius said, his eyes widening.  “Maybe he’s just not into Elvis!”

Remus nodded, jumping to his feet.  He hurried across the room and picked up James’ guitar that was leaning against the fireplace.  “Pass me little Prongs.  You take this.  He always calms when you sing to him!  He likes the music of it as much as your voice!”

“I did sing!  He’s still bloody screaming!”  James retorted, passing his crying son to Remus.

Remus carefully snuggled the crying child into his arms, pressing him against his warm chest and swaying gently as James picked up the guitar.  “Try something more fun; something less lullaby like.”

James tapped his fingers on the guitar impatiently, his eyes wide.  “I don’t bloody know!”

Sirius jumped over the couch and started going through James’ record recollection.  “The Beatles!  Harry loves it when you sing him their stuff!  They have all sorts of fun songs!”

James nodded, shaking his head as Sirius held up A Hard Day’s Night and then Help.  “No, none of those are what I’m looking for.”

“Rubber Soul?”

James shook his head again and then grinned when his friend picked up Abbey Road.  “I’ve got it!”  He grabbed his guitar again and began to play the opening chord before he stopped.  “Wait!”

Remus was still swaying with the crying baby as James grabbed his wand.  “What are you doing?  Wait for what?  Just bloody sing already!”

James shook his head, grinning widely.  “No, I’ve got it!”

Sirius and Remus watched in amazement as James began to charm the living room.  Bubbles floated throughout the room as coral erupted from the ground; seaweed grew from the sofa and swayed in the breeze.  The room darkened as he charmed the windows so that the sunlight dipped only one way into the room; giving it an eerie, almost underwater feel.  Underwater plants and flowers sprung up from the floor, grew out of the walls, and blue and silver transparent sea creatures began to float around.  He picked up the guitar again, played the opening chord, and began to sing.

“I’d like to be, under the sea, in an octopus’ garden in the shade.  He’d let us in, knows where we’ve been, in his octopus’ garden in the shade.”

Sirius grinned and transfigured the armchair into a huge stuffed animal of a green octopus, floating it up so that it created almost like a tent.  Remus grinned and knelt under it with Harry, whose cries had stopped as James sang.

“I’d ask my friends to come and see, an octopus’ garden with me!”  James sang, putting his guitar down and reaching for his son.

Remus passed Harry over and pointed his wand at the record player, floating Abbey Road onto the turntable and rotating to the third track.

James sat Harry on the ground, holding his tiny hands as he stretched out on his stomach.  He flicked his wand at the ceiling, making it look like they were underwater and a storm floated ahead of them; dark clouds rolled in and magical lightning flashed as he sang along with the record.

“We would be warm, below the storm, in our little hideaway beneath the waves.  Resting our head, on the sea bed, in an octopus’ garden near a cave.”

Remus waved his wand over them and levitated a blanket and pillow down as James held his son close, resting on the blanket as Harry gurgled happily, his eyes watching all of the flashing and moving charms in awe.

“We would sing and dance around, because we know we can’t be found!”  James sang, swinging Harry up into his arms as they danced under the stuffed octopus.

Harry began to giggle and Sirius and Remus charmed everything until the three of them were dancing with the baby in the middle of the living room, objects of all sorts flying and levitating around as the three of them sang along loudly.  James tossed Harry up into the air, then caught him as he laughed; then he passed him along to Sirius, who did the same, and then to Remus, and back to James.  Harry giggled madly.

“We would shout and swim about, the coral that lies beneath the waves,” James sang loudly.

“Lies beneath the ocean waves,” Sirius and Remus echoed as Harry goggled at them.

“Oh what joy, for every girl and boy, knowing they’re happy and they’re safe.”

“Happy and they’re safe!”

“We would be so happy you and me,” James sang, snuggling Harry into his shoulder and kissing his cheek.  “No one there to tell us what to do!”

“What is going on in here?”  Lily asked as she stepped through the front door of the cottage.

All three men turned to look at her.

The living room was a complete disaster, but also a complete underwater cavern full of floating objects.  James’ cheek was pressed up against a laughing Harry’s as he spoke.

“We’re entertaining the baby.”

Lily looked around at the magnificent cavern that they had created.  The large stuffed octopus; the plants and coral that had erupted from the walls and carpet.  The beautiful charm work of the night sky seen from below the water, and the storm clouds overhead as magical manifestations of sea creatures floated around them.

“Gah do-da!”  Harry exclaimed.

James covered his son’s face in kisses as he giggled.

Lily dropped her purse on the sofa and stepped into the charmed living room.  She tugged Harry into her arms, snuggling him into her breast as he cooed happily before snuggling herself into James’ arms.  “I want to play in the garden with my boys.  Sing to me, Jamie.”

James grinned widely and flicked his wand at the record player to start the song over again.  “I’d like to be, under the sea, in an octopus’ garden, with you!” 

And then he was kissing her deeply as the song played behind them and Remus nudged Sirius gently.

“I think that they can handle it from here, Siri.”

Sirius nodded and grinned at his friend.  “I think so too.”

He pointed his wand at the record player and turned up the volume a bit.  Then he and Remus snuck out the front door, grinning at each other.

Ginny kissed Harry’s cheek as the memory ended.  “That was the most adorable thing I have ever seen.  They made an entire underwater garden just to entertain you!”

Zee stood up, stretching her arms up over her head.  “I have to agree with Ginny.  Those three men were quite clever.  That’s a lovely memory of your parents as well.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, a small lump in his throat.  They had been so in love and watching his dad tell him how much he loved him had been nice.  “Uncle Sirius had his fingers shoved into his ears.”

Ginny laughed.  “He learned though, didn’t he?”

He had more than learned.  Harry knew how lucky he was to have had Remus and Sirius in his life.  “Still funny.   I’ll have to rag him on that later.”

[moodyvalentinestories]

A Holly Jolly Christ-Mess. Part 21. | Rachel x Hunt

21: A Hot, Relaxing Bath (Part 2)

“Hang up your pretty stockings, turn off the light… Santa Claus is comin’ down your chimney tonight.” – Santa Claus is Back in Town (Elvis Presley)

Warning: Mature content! 18+ stuff! NSFW! Don’t read if you’re a smol, innocent baby.

Summary: Their fun in the bathtub continues. Thomas proves he’s very capable of satisfying her.

Pairing: Thomas Hunt x Rachel Fields

Words: ~ 1,300 words

Notes: This is the second part to yesterday’s fic so you should probably go read that one first. It picks up literally a second after it so, you know. Also, yep, that means we’re jumping right into the smutty stuff in this one. Beware.

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“Scoot over,” Thomas ordered and climbed into the tub with her once she’d made space for him. She was breathing heavily still, and he couldn’t help the sense of pride swelling up in his chest. He’d done that. “Come here.”

She looked at him questioningly.

“I said, come here,” he repeated firmly. “I’m not done with you yet.”

His demanding tone made Rachel’s stomach flip with anticipation. She knew this game well, and she knew how it would end – in unimaginable amounts of pleasure. Even more so when she played by her own rules instead of his.

“Hmm,” she hummed as she slid further away from him, backing up against the opposite end of the large bathtub. “Why don’t you come over here?”

Thomas shot her a glare, accompanied by a warning, “Rachel.”

“Yes, Thomas?” she said with a grin and stretched out her legs, letting them rub against his.

She noticed her mistake too late – his hands had already gripped her legs – and a surprised yelp escaped her when he pulled her towards him, placing one of her legs on either side of him. “You’re just determined to be bad today, aren’t you?”

“You like it when I’m bad,” she said as she slid closer, her pussy just barely grazing him. She was rewarded with a low growl and her grin widened.

“Go on then,” he said breathlessly as he gripped her hips with one hand, his cock with the other, tapping it against her entrance. “Be bad.” She bit her lip, giving a quick nod, and he slowly lowered her onto him. They both moaned loudly, and it took Thomas quite a bit of effort to continue speaking. “Show me – ah – how bad you are.”

She didn’t need to be told twice, rolling her hips a couple times before beginning to bounce on top of him. She’d wanted to tease him some more, go slow, but he felt so good inside of her, filling her perfectly, that she soon found herself picking up the pace, chasing her second orgasm of the night.

“That’s right,” he panted. He was drawing close himself, and he was almost worried he wouldn’t last. “Ride me.” His hands reached up to palm her breasts, and she threw her head back as her movements became more and more frantic. “Get yourself off on my cock.”

It wasn’t long then, until his name fell from her lips in a hoarse shout, and he felt her walls pulsate. He lifted her off him in an instant. A few seconds more inside of her and he would have come as well, but he couldn’t have that. Not yet. As vast as his desire for her was, he still wanted to – needed to – show her just how competent he was at satisfying her. As many times as he possibly could.

“Would you sit there for me?” he asked, though it was more command than question, as he pointed to the edge of the tub.

She nodded mutely and tried to pull herself up but failed. She was far too weak, her entire body trembling, but that in no way meant she didn’t want more. She still desperately craved him, and so she tried again.

Thomas quickly realised her struggles, and his hands were on her hips again, picking her up. “Are you alright?” he asked, voice more tender than it had been before, as he gently set her down on the edge of the bathtub. She nodded again.

Perfect, he thought as he gazed at her naked form, covered only by sporadic traces of bath foam. She’s perfect. Another flood of desire washed over him, and he wanted nothing more than to pull her back down and just pound into her, but he had other plans first.

“Spread your legs, darling,” he coaxed, and she did as he told him. He smiled approvingly at her. “Yes, just like that.”

“Thomas,” she murmured as his head moved between her legs, his breath hot on her centre. She ached for him to touch her, but she wasn’t sure she could even have another orgasm. “I don’t know if I can again.”

He looked up at her – she was squirming, her body begging for him to go on. No, he didn’t doubt she could. “Yes, you can,” he said definitively, then ran his tongue through her folds once, earning him a shudder along with a soft moan. “You will.”

Of course, he was right. Her hips jerked forward to meet his mouth as his tongue swirled and pressed and flicked against her, and she could feel the knot in her stomach form again. Immeasurable amounts of pleasure cascaded over her when his hands dug into her hips, trying to hold her still as he continued working her to her third climax.

And with a deliberate flick of his tongue, she was there, her fingers tangling in his hair as her thighs squeezed his head between them. He didn’t move – only holding her legs apart slightly – until he had lapped up every last drop of her.

Three times, she thought with astonishment as she looked at Thomas between her legs. His gaze snapped up eventually, their eyes meeting, and she immediately knew he intended to make it four.

His arms wrapped around her and pulled her back into the tub, onto his lap. He was still hard, she realised as her leg brushed his cock, and she shivered with anticipation.

“I’d like to be inside you again,” he said, voice low and raspy. He couldn’t wait any longer – he felt he would explode from the unbearable heat inside him. He needed her, and he needed her now. “Can you handle that?”

Her tongue darted out to lick her lips as she nodded eagerly. “Please.”

That one word, in that frenzied sort of tone, had him losing his mind. His hands found her hips again, though he didn’t need to do much guiding at all. Rachel had already wrapped her own hand around his hard cock, stroking it once, before sliding onto him.

Thomas’ fingers dug into her skin and he let out a low moan because, God, she was so damn tight. He was not going to last long, that much he knew. Then again, neither was she, still sensitive from her past orgasms.

Her hands found his shoulders, holding onto them, as a whimper escaped her lips. “Thomas, please.”

His grip on her tightened even more as he drew out of her almost entirely, then shoved himself back into her again, hard. He didn’t bother trying to go slow, knowing full well that neither of them wanted to, but instead surrendered himself to his carnal desires and began thrusting up into her mercilessly.

A loud gasp fell from her lips when he found that spot inside her, and after hitting it again with a few more thrusts, she came, the noises she made loud and downright pornographic. His own release followed right after, the relentless convulsing of her walls around his cock too much for him to handle, as he came inside her almost violently. She collapsed against him, her body going limp for a moment, and he wrapped his arms around her tightly, holding her to his chest.

He leaned back against the end of the tub, hands rubbing up and down Rachel’s back. “Are you alright?”

She nodded and mumbled against his skin, “That was amazing.”

Thomas hummed. He certainly wasn’t going to disagree.

“Why’d you change your mind, though?”

His brows furrowed. “Change my mind?”

She turned her head to look up at him. “Yeah. I thought you weren’t, you know, feeling up to it.”

Realisation washed over him when he thought back to Rachel informing him she wanted to take a hot bath and relax. In retrospect, she’d lingered by the door a little too long for it not to have been an invitation. He let out a groan, followed by a chuckle. “And here I thought I hadn’t satisfied you.”

“Thomas,” she said softly, placing one hand on his cheek. “I have never been as satisfied as I am with you. Ever.”

His lips curled into a smirk. “Good.”

“Dear lord, I’m feeding your ego again, aren’t I?” Rachel laughed, shaking her head slightly, as she leaned up to kiss him. His ego wasn’t unwarranted, though. He had, after all, just made her come four times in a row.

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[sizzlingpenguincollector]

Total Drama Island x over rewrite: Prologue: Chapter One

Author’s Notes: This is my rewritten version of Total Drama Season One. Join our favorite 22 campers as they, and 38 characters from our favorite shows from the 2000s and 2010s as they compete for $100,000. The prologue will focus on the auditions of the x over characters, starting with Lilo and Stitch. Enjoy and please leave your reviews. 

"Hey Lilo, Stitch!" Victoria called out, waving her small hand frantically to gain their attention. The sound of feet pattering on concrete grew closer to the two, causing the little girl and alien to spin around, grins plastered to their young faces.

"Toria!" The brunette rushed over to Lilo, pulling her forwards and into her arms. After all the chaos that was their recent lives, it was refreshing to finally have time to relax without the constant fear and stress of dangerous other-worldly beings, including Hamsterville and his Leroy army.

After the short hug, Victoria let go of her friend and rummaged a hand into her back pocket, pulling out a crumpled piece of paper. "Look, I got this while I was trying to find you two. Could we check it out?"

Lilo's eyes lit up with excitement as she read over the few words on the paper, "Total Drama Island? 'If you want to be famous and win $100,000, please send in an audition tape to Canada'. That sounds like so much fun!" Stitch jumped up and nodded in agreement, grabbing onto Lilo and Victoria's arms. The trio all smiled at each other, the excitement readily growing as the idea of being on TV bounced around in their heads.

"Ew! You two aren't going to audition for that show, are you?" Mertle gagged, holding the bridge of her nose and waving her hand in front of her. The girls standing behind her laughed, giggling and following their leader brainlessly.

"So what if we are?" Victoria snarkily returned, placing her chubby hand onto the side of her hip.

"Do you have a problem with that Myrtle?" The other younger girl looked at the brunette with disgust in her eyes; clearly, she didn't like being talked back to, and the thought had never crossed her mind that someone would have the courage to do it so bluntly.

"Whatever. I wouldn't bother if I were you, it's not like you'll get in anyway." After sticking her tongue out in mock anger she sauntered off, her posse following suit behind her.

Victoria shrugged her shoulders, turning her attention toward Lilo and Stitch, "Guess she's auditioned too…" As those words left her mouth the three burst out in playful laughter.

"Maybe we should show her how it's done!" Lilo chirped up, her grin stretching from ear to ear. It had now been set in their minds that they would be auditioning for the reality show, so the group of through set out on a search for their two alien friends.

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After what felt like forever, they reached Lilo's house and came across Jumba and Pleakley when they entered inside. "Girls, Stitch, how are you?" Pleakley's voice sounded out from within the kitchen while Jumba sat lazily on the couch in their living room. "I'm just making some human food! Would you like some?" In his hands he had a steaming ladle that held the contents from within the pot – it gave off a pungent odour, causing the girls to grimace, placing a hand in front of each of their noses.

"Pleakley! What is that!?" Lilo screeched curiously, using her free hand to angle the spoon toward where she could see. It looked lumpy, and like the kind of food you would feed a cat or a dog.

"Why it's dog food! It makes its own gravy." The tall alien hummed contently, taking a long and over exaggerated slurp from the boiling dog food. Stitch jumped forward and took the pot off the stove, pouring everything inside of it into his mouth and licking his lips.

"Yummy!" He put the pot back on the stove and looked up at his alien pal. "Sorry, smelled good."

Pleakley sighed, placing the ladle back inside the pot and turning off the stove. "Anyways, is there something I can help you three with?" At those words the three lit up with excitement as Victoria scrambled to pull out the flyer. She held it out in front of her waiting for Pleakley to take it in his hands – once he did he scanned his eye over the words, realizing it was someone used to advertise for something. Was it one of their human shows? "Total Drama Island? Oh, very interesting."

"They're looking for people to audition for it. If we get selected, we'll be staying at a five star resort, or a desert island. And if we win, we can get $100,000!" Lilo bubbled with excitement as she explained it to her one eyed alien friend.

"$100,000?!" Pleakley's eyes lit up in excitement over thinking of what he could do with that money. "I can start my own fashion company!" The thought of Pleakley starting his own fashion company was running into his mind: hiring fashion designers from all over the world to make clothes for every kind of human being. "Jumba, get the camera! We have to help these girls with their 'awe-dish-on'!" Pleakley rushed into the living room exuberantly and shoved the now ripped piece of paper in front of his four eyed friend. The scientist snorted, grabbing it out of the smaller alien's hands and into his own, holding it up so he could read it easily.

"Total Drama Island?" He questioned, looking at the two girls and his creation, "What's that mean, little girls?" Once more, they explained how they were going to record themselves in hopes of being picked for the show; it was something new and exciting to do, something that would be a change of pace from their usually hectic day-to-day life. None of that sounded exciting to the mad alien scientist, as he heard Pleakley talking about those type of shows whenever they were in the house together. But he then smiled widely at the mention of $100,000. "$100,000?! That could buy me the Nobel Prize!" Jumba then thought about using the money to use it for research for a invention that could help the world, earning him the Nobel Prize. "Of course I'll be able to help you! Let me grab a camera! I'm sure I saw one somewhere around here…" While Jumba rushed off to find his high tech video camera, Pleakley brought them through into Lilo and Stitch's rooftop bedroom. Now, the three of them all had to think of what they could do in this audition. They had to show off what they were like as people, but they also wanted to add a little twist onto it by doing something flashy and interesting during it.

"I was thinking of doing a hula dance, but with Elvis music!" Lilo suggested happily.

"Great idea!" Victoria smiled. "I can show off my potato chip collection." She began to dig in her backpack for her collection of potato chips in the shape of celebrities from the 1970s. "Which would you think is better on camera? Stevie Wonder or Carol King?"

"Go for Stevie Wonder!" Lilo happily suggested. "Stitch, what do you want to do for your audition?"

The blue alien began to think of skills he could show off on camera so that they'll accept him. He then grabbed two sticks and twirled them around. "Fire dancing! Like David!" Stitch happily said.

"I'll have to ask Nani about that though." Lilo reminded him. "She doesn't want the fire department called over here like last time."

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After deciding on what to do for their auditions and Jumba grabbed his video camera, Lilo, Stitch, Victoria, and Pleakley began to shoot the audition tapes in the living room. First off was Lilo, who was dressed in her hula costume. "Okay, steady..." Pleakley said, focusing the camera on Lilo's face. "And action!"

"Aloha everybody from Total Drama Island! My name is Lilo!" She started, waving and taking a curtsey before continuing. "I'm six years old and live on the island of Kauai, in Hawaii. I want to be on Total Drama Island because I want to have a fun time."

"Excellent! I can imagine the producers eating up that cuteness!" Pleakley said with a smile. "Keep going!"

"I like to make friends, even though most people on reality shows say that they're not on those type of shows to make friends." Lilo continued. "I live in this house with my big sister Nani, and my aunt Pleakley and Uncle Jumba. I get along with everyone easily here."

"LILO!" A familiar voice rang out, hurting Lilo's ears and making her roll her eyes.

"And cut!" Pleakley yelled as Nani, Lilo's older sister, came downstairs, wearing an angry look on her face.

"How many times do I have to tell you not to take my socks?" Nani asked with a frown.

"I didn't take them this time!" Lilo tried to defend herself.

"Oh, sorry Nani. I actually took them." Pleakley said sheepishly. "I wanted to make more sock puppets!" Pleakley then showcased some creative socks puppets he just made, weirding everyone else out.

"See? I told you!" Lilo spat back at her older sister.

"Okay I'm sorry. Go back to your fun." Nani said, backing away for a bit before turning her head curiously at her little sister. "What are you doing anyway?"

"We're making audition tapes for this new show called Total Drama Island!" Lilo smiled as she showed the flyer to her sister.

"Don't you have to be older to try out for this stuff?" Nani asked with an arched eye brow.

"There's no age limit." Victoria explained. "And besides, Myrtle already auditioned too."

"It'll be fun Nani! Stitch is auditioning with us too! And we could win $100,000!" Lilo smiled.

"$100,000?" Nani then began to smile to herself as she imagined with that kind of money, she would be out of debt forever and not have to worry about bills ever again.

"Nani? Are you okay?" Lilo asked, confused. The older Hawaiian girl then snapped out of her daze.

"Just don't be discouraged if they don't pick you." Nani said as she left the living room.

"Okay, let's run through this again!" Pleakley said as he started the camera up again. "And action!"

"Anyway, I like to do all sorts of fun stuff. Like hula dancing and listening to Elvis!" Lilo said as Stitch started up her record player. The song 'Jailhouse Rock' began to play and Lilo began to dance along to the music. After the song ended, Lilo smiled widely at the camera. "Total Drama Island will rock if you pick me!"

"And cut! Print! Genius!" Pleakley smiled as he turned off the camera. "I think we got a potential winner right here! Who's next?"

"I am." Victoria smiled as she got in front of the camera and began her audition tape. "Hello Total Drama. My name is Victoria, Toria for short!" Lilo gave her friend a thumbs up before she continued. "I think I should be chosen for Total Drama along with my friend Lilo because we're very nice and friendly! You won't have anyone was interesting as us." She then pulled out her potato chip collection. "I also like to collect potato chips in the shape of celebrities from the 70s. This one is shaped like Stevie Wonder. So, please consider me! I'll be standing by waiting for your call!"

"And cut!" Pleakley shouted.

"That's was so good!" Lilo smiled as she hugged her friend.

Stitch leaped forward and pulled the two into a hug using his four arms, "You guys are so good!" He shouted, "So good! So good!". Now it was his turn to be in the spotlight, but for his little act they would need to move outside.

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Once the sun was beginning to set Jumba turned on the camera and held it up to show Stitch, his usual four arms retracted to only show two. In his hands were two lengthy devil sticks with bulbs at the end – they were soaked in some sort of flammable liquid that David had provided them. Of course, he had asked why they wanted such a thing, to which they responded with their ideas and overall goal.

"Okay.", David spoke back, "Just make sure you tell Nani sometime soon." Lilo had agreed with him and promised that she would, so he gave them what they needed and went on with his day. After all, Stitch had really improved with his fire handling, and the way he did tricks with the devil sticks was rather impressive!

"Aloha cousins! I… Am Stitch." The little blue alien motioned at himself, and then held out the two sticks, "And I will be doing some tricks…" He paused for effect as he took out a lighter, setting the ends of one of his poles on fire, "With fire!" Throwing the match on the ground and using the already lit pole to light the other he started to spin them in his hands. It was mesmerising to watch, the sunset in the background mixed in with the fiery oranges that burned at the ends of the poles was beautiful. Following his very dangerous and breath-taking act, he finished with a few words, "You should pick me because I am strong but small! And if I come, Lilo and Toria come too!"

Jumba pushed the off button on the camera and held a thumbs up toward Stitch, "Was great! Very impressive little act."

By then, the sun had fully set and the sky was a gorgeous ebony colour, signalling that the younger ones should be heading to sleep. . Victoria said her goodbyes to her friends and wandered back to her home; she would need to get a good night's rest as the next few days of waiting would be hell. Nani had helped Lilo send the recordings through to the email address that was located on the flyer, and then sent her and Stitch to sleep as well.

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Unsurprisingly, the next few nights were full of restless waiting and little sleep while each of the three anxiously awaited the response on whether they had been accepted into the show or not. After a few days had passed the results had become talk of the town. Now everyone knew about this new show of 'Total Drama Island' which only worsened the trio's anxiety. Sure, they were eager to find out how they had done, but Mertle's constant boasting was putting everyone on edge.

Nonetheless, it was a Thursday, so after Lilo had fed Pudge his peanut butter sandwich she headed off to Hula practice. Little did she know, Nani had been emailed by the Total Drama Island producer, and the three were about to get a surprise from none other than Moses, her Hula teacher.

"But Nani, I want to be with you so I can see the results!" Lilo groaned, pulling on her outfit and sulkily getting into the car along with Stitch and her older sister.

"I know Lilo, but you need to go to Hula practice! This is important too, you know. No dice."

Lilo shrugged her shoulders in defeat and sighed, pushing her face into her hands. A few minutes later they arrived outside the small building – Myrtle was waiting out the front with a bunch of flowers in her hands, and the moment she saw Lilo and Stitch a sly grin came onto her face.

"Look who it is. Weridlo and her ugly dog. So Weirdlo, have you two came to congratulate me for becoming a TV star?" She spoke in an entitled way that really caused Lilo's blood to boil, but what could she do? Nani was with her, and there was no way she'd be allowed to go to the Island if she acted up at something so little.

"Good for you, Myrtle." Lilo replied, pushing on a pained and jealous smile. As her and Stitch passed their bully they spotted Victoria, and rushed up to her. "Did you hear? Myrtle got accepted into the show…" She received an unhappy nod from her brunette friend. It wasn't that they weren't happy for her because really, they were, but the thought of someone like her going and enjoying what they wanted to enjoy just… Stung.

"Thank you girls, settle down!" Moses called out; adjusting the wreath he wore around his head, he spoke "I have a quick announcement to make!" Everyone turned their heads to look at the large man. "I just want to say, well done to Myrtle for being accepted into Total Drama Island." Lilo, Stitch and Victoria frowned, looking between each other before hearing what he had to say next, "As well as Lilo, Stitch and Victoria! Congratulations, you four. You're headed to Canada!"

!" It felt like a burst of life had been thrown into the small group as they jumped up from their previous positions. "You mean we got in?!" Lilo yelled probably a bit too loudly, causing her Hula teacher to wince from the sound.

"Yes, Lilo. And you're leaving tomorrow. The producer has organised your transport, you'll need to do all your packing tonight!"

"What?!" Myrtle asked in complete shock. "How can they pick you three?!" Myrtle's posse then gathered around the small trio and congratulated them, much to Myrtle's displeasure.

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After hula class had ended, Lilo and Victoria were inside the Pekelai household, reading through their contracts and waivers. "Why do we even have to sign these papers anyway?" Victoria asked, feeling her hand getting painful from too much signing.

"It's part of the process. Everyone who works in TV has to sign something." Lilo explained. "Look at this. 'Total Drama is not responsible for any shark bites, bear attacks, and poison ivy spa treatment'?"

"Sounds really cool!" Victoria smiled. Just then, a thought creeped into her head. "What are we gonna do with the money if we win?"

"I'm thinking a vacation to..." Lilo began.

"Graceland!" Both girls replied in unison.

"I'm really glad we both got accepted, Victoria." Lilo smiled. Just then, they heard Stitch snore very loudly. "And Stitch too."

"That actually reminds me: you think that the whole world might freak over seeing an alien on TV?" Victoria asked. Lilo knew her friend had a point.

"Don't worry. I have a plan." Lilo smiled.

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Lilo and Stitch almost couldn't sleep last night, as they were too excited over being on TV for all the world to see. The following day, Lilo, Stitch, and Victoria were being driven by Nani to the local airport. Stitch was disguised as a boy, wearing boy clothes, a wig, and sunglasses. "Now please try to get along with the other people. And don't try to cause any trouble. Believe me. I'll know when I watch it." Nani said.

"Don't worry Nani. We'll be good." Lilo said, making her older sister smile. They finally reached the airport and found a private jet waiting for them. "No way! That's the coolest plane we have ever seen!"

They got out of the car and found Myrtle standing by the jet. "Don't even talk to me when we're onboard." Myrtle snarled, but luckily the trio then even flinched. Myrtle then got onboard the jet.

"Now remember..." Nani said.

"We know! Don't talk to strangers, don't chew with our mouths open, and don't spit on anybody." Lilo said.

"I just wanted to say that I love you both and am so proud of you." Nani smiled as she hugged Lilo and Stitch tightly. "And those things too."

"Let's go!" Victoria smiled as all three of them headed onto the jet, but not before Lilo shared one last smile and wave to her older sister. After that, the jet took off on it's way to Canada.

[imaginingit]

high school au!haechan

GUESS WHO’S BACK !! in case you’ve never met anyone that embodies SUCH a typical high schooler like hyuck before, here u go ! may or may not have done the quarterback and band geek trope . i regret nothing 

oh BOY

first of all 

let’s backtrack a little bit and talk about middle school!haechan too cause...,,, dude is a Mess 

was the sketchy one in seventh grade that sold like g-shocks and silly bands at the hill in front of the park every lunch recess 

had a power ranger lunchbox all the way up until he was like 13 lol when yukhei would be like.....hyung......What.

during the summer when the school staff are making up the lists for the classes everyone’s like 

“nO no way he’s in a class with renjun, renjun is the only person he’ll ever be afraid of i can’t have that dispute in my class”

“um. hyuck can’t be in the same class as jisung either...i once saw him try to feed jisung yellow snow saying it was lemon flavoured... poor boy believed him...”

“mark’s mother gifted me a box of chocolates last year with a note thanking me for my hard work and begging her son to be in a different class than hyuck. sorry, guys.”

the principal looks over all the lists and is like UM these are bullshit reasons, just put all of them together, how bad could it be???

ahem. BAD.

every science class starts with chenle and yukhei SCREAMING the bill nye theme song do u guys watch the vlives my GOD i thought chenle was hard to keep up with and nOW THERE’S LUCAS 

dodgeball during phys-ed is just haechan, yukhei and jeno absolutely slaughtering everyone

mark has his headphones in the entire time in art class and if one of the guys try to talk to him he just raises his finger and shushes them

jeno and jaemin flirt 

renjun, chenle and yukhei trying to win jisung over and then ending up just swearing at each other in mandarin 

anyway

has been the football captain since he was at the youngest age that was  eligible to even sign up,,,,, he’s that good 

always always makes mark walk home with him after practice 

so mark just sits on the bleachers with his bio textbook in his lap and glasses slipping down his nose, pages just flying left and right from the wind, bored out of his mind like fUCking hyuck i hate u i hate waiting two hours for practice to end just so you can show me your new pokemon cards at home ffs

everytime there’s practice before school, he’s always the last one to stay on the field, promising coach he just wants to try another long catch

SO because he’s always late this BITch just runs straight to first period with sweaty hair and practice clothes and athletic tape still on his fingers 

renjun: you disgust me.

jaemin: here’s my deodorant. and jeno’s. and jisung’s. here take all of ours take it please just take it oh my gO d

loves this sport more than absolutely anything honestly 

his entire bedroom is just full of patriots posters and banners 

his mom pranked him on his birthday telling him to open the box on his bed with pats tickets inside 

ran upstairs crying hysterically and fucking opened it to find a picture of his siblings going HA YOU THOUGHT 

resented them for the rest of his life 

but this boy also really loves music!!

always performs a ballad every year at the school talent show with jisung doing some sort of contemporary performance

his parents are both fans of old schoolers, like abba & elvis & beatles such, so he grew up with the beautiful combination of football on the tv and ‘mamma mia’ spinning on the record player in the kitchen 

during his final middle school year, he performed a version of his favourite park hyoshin song, and finished with the entire school in uproar, cheering and screaming HYUCK HYUCK HYUCK!!! YES!!!

and so he puts the mic back on the stand and runs down the stage to his teammates waiting in the crowd

so excited and and ready to jump into their arms

only to witness a couple of them standing there motionless and checking their wrists, as if waiting from the start for his performance to be over 

he sees the defensive tackle of his team, some dude that probably shaves twice a day and is beefed BEYOND belief 

“hey man, abt time you’re done, coach wants to run over some plays for next week’s game against yg tech, let’s go”

and that was it

the hoard of guys in letterman jackets pull him into their midst and before he could even complain, they mercilessly make their way to the gym as a group

with renjun, chenle, jaemin, jeno, mark and yukhei all just standing there like ... o ... ok ... we just wanted to congratulate u, hyuck...

donghyuck never brings that moment up ever and the dreamies don’t question (yes lucas is a dreamie square up)

from then on, they notice hyuck’s been humming less and isn’t even commenting about day6′s new releases or how renjun’s grandfather bought a brand new record player from the most expensive record store in their town 

donghyuck continues being the school’s star quarterback and having meetings with minor league scouts every week 

they know it’s a touchy topic and being as close as they are with each other, they don’t pry hyuck about it and knows he’s the type to hold it in but will bring it up when he has to 

but unlike what they all think, hyuck doesn’t explode in anger or spite 

he finally opens up on a regular friday night when mark’s sleeping over after finishing a hefty assignment 

and mark is surprised that he prods on this topic with, not anger or spite, but ,,,,, fear? 

“hey mark.......what if this is the only thing i can do?"

“what do you mean?”

“i don’t want to just be some brainless jock” 

mark is a little... stunned... he’s known him all his life and this is the first time hyuck has shown any sign of fear?? of anything???

mark just scootches in a little closer....”you’re not brainless, and this won’t be the only thing you’ll be good at, i promise”

BUT OF COURSE they never speak of it again hyuck’s just kinda like hahahahahha emotions what ahahahah sadness what ahahhahah

but graduation hits and before the dreamies (and yukhei hehe) know it, it’s time for high school

all the upperclassmen know him and think he’s a little shit but love him anyway, so embraced him and all his friends when they entered 

fascinated by how much wider the hallways are and how BIG  the school actually is 

gets lost MORE FREQUENTLY THAN HE’D LIKE TO EVER ADMIT OUT LOUD .

tryouts for the football team are on like the second day 

was so excited!!!! to play with his close hyungs and co-captains jaehyun and youngho 

coach personally came up to him and was like .... boi it’s so rare for a freshman to be on the varsity team, hERE’S YOUR JERSEY NUMBER AND YOUR LOCKER AND YOUR EQUIPMENT AND YOUR OWN PERSONAL PRACTICE SCHEDULE I’LL WORK AROUND U IT’S OKAY 

is treated automatically like the superstar at the first official practice and honestly doesn’t ..,,know how to handle 

he’s only always been around his middle school friends, aka people he’s known all his life and who know he doesn’t like being smothered 

donghyuck knows he’s good but again, will anyone ever look him past the football?

mark sees all this new attention he’s getting and his heart silently breaks a bit knowing hyuck doesn’t truly want all of this

the football, yes !!! the clout, not really 

but hyuck is a freshman!! and knows he can’t speak up quite yet so he endures this superstar status already bestowed on him and forces his uncomfortable smile away 

it’s ok !! he tells himself

it’s good to be recognized for something you’re good at ..,, right ?

but as years pass and seniors graduate and championships continue to be won, hyuck slowly climbs up the popularity pyramid with it too

so by the first day of senior year, having just recently started getting close with the captain of the cheerleading squad and throwing the biggest party of the summer break as a last hurrah a few days prior, hyuck walks into the high school doors as the talk of the TOWN

all those stereotypical popular pretty boys you see on tv namely um troy bolton um austin ames um finn hudson um scott mccall um YES 

that’s literally him at this point 

loved by all students for being a social butterfly and not ??? an asshole ??? to those that aren’t as popular

teachers adore him cause he participates in class and always hands assignments in on time despite his student schedule and always gifts them little holiday baskets at the end of every semester

renjun had junior year chem with him and almost threw his paper out the window when he saw hyuck’s mark

“how are you this good ,,,,,,,, when you don’t even DO anything?!” 

point is, he’s at the top of his game

and this year, senior year, the stakes for the championship are higher than ever; with hyuck’s school topping the rankings for the east, they’ll likely be meeting with the champion team in the west for the finals, and coach claims he hasn’t seen a matchup this neck-and-neck in terms of stats, style of play, and pairing matchups in .,,,, years

so there’s absolutely no screwing around this year - losing is not an option

but overall, haechan believes he has his shit planned out: there were assignments, then exams, then playoffs, then the championships, followed by celebrations here and there, and then hopefully a scholarship, followed by graduation and then college, and then it’ll just be the flower road from there

what he really doesn’t factor in, though, is a certain captain of a certain school marching band, swooping in to save his ass for the first time of many,,,,many more to come 

it happens on a regular tuesday afternoon 

you two shared the same stupid humanities elective class during last period, and it didn’t dawn upon him that a rough copy of this useless visual presentation was due today that he did nOT even know was even assigned 

the teacher comes around with her pointy ass glasses and a clipboard decorated in purple flower stickers, visibly softening at an obviously panicked hyuck 

“hello, donghyuck, ready to show me the rough copy?” 

“well,,,,see i-i um ,,, i”

THE ENTIRE CLASS IS SILENT AT THIS POINT BC

????? LEE DONGHYUCK FORGOT AN ASSIGNMENT? 

the teacher kind of urges him on, half in disbelief and half in pity at how scared he looks for the first time ever

he’s still trying to conjure up a plausible excuse, all the while LITERALLY WANTING TO HIT HIMSELF IN THE HEAD

ugh ur so stUPID, hyuck, he thinks, coach even ended practice early last night too and all u did was binge the last airbender for the 80th time AGAIn like a DUMBASS ugh 

so there’s a couple more awkward moments of silence 

until

“oh, ms kwon! i should have said something, haha we partnered up for this one! i have it on my laptop here!!”

his flushed face whips around and lands on you 

in your oversized knit sweater and cute skinny blue jeans ripped at the knee, round glasses threatening to fall from your nose 

and a surge washes over him he’s neve r ev  er felt before 

relief ?? ya, sure. we’ll call it that for now 

the teacher looks at you, then back at hyuck with an eyebrow cocked and you steal that moment to send him a nod and stern look in your eyes

he’s spluttering at this point 

“ye-yeah, sorry miss, just a little tired and f-frazzled i guess...”

the teacher kind of just gives herself a knowing smile, as sort of a “heh....alrighty then” but walks over to your desk nonetheless 

the entire class seems to buy it too, and go back to their white noise chatter 

hyuck lets out the loudest exhale before scrambling to his feet over to you just glaring at him with a knowing smile and your arms crossed across your chest

“i’m so soRRY I DON’T EVEN KNOW YOUR NAME WHY DID YOU JUST DO THAT FOR ME YOU REALLY DIDN’T HAVE TO i’m s o sorry i had practice late last night and holy crap it just totally slipped by me and-”

he stops at the sight of you bursting into a fit of giggles and is even more ??? confused ?? hes so frazzled

you: “it’s ok, you idiot, i know you always get stuff in on time anyway” 

and he shuts right back up and turns BRIGHT RED bc who even is this person? who’s so cute n helpful 

you: “i’m y/n btw!! i’m captain of the marching band for ur team” 

and the lightbulb visibly clicks for hyuck 

“OOOOH so that’s why you look so familiar!!” 

so the two of you chat away about playoffs coming up and the championships the last few years and how it’s so strange neither of you have crossed paths in the pass when you’ve had so many connections

and you kind of just smile and nod at that 

because you fully know why 

lee donghyuck, captain and quarterback of the football team

lee donghyuck, school heartthrob and teachers’ favourite

lee donghyuck, the social butterfly and the amicable figure in every situation 

he had always been there, practicing on the field in front of you as you tried to pry your eyes off of him and run the trumpet section one more time,,.,,,,he was always there, but always so??? unreachable???

you couldn’t pretend you never laid eyes on him on freshman orientation day when he was being stopped by every person he walked by to be high fived and welcomed to the team

and thought wow . his skin? his aura? the way his smile lights up the whole goddamn room? 

and you’re in a lot of classes with jaemin and always see hyuck drop by a few minutes before class to sit and goof around before getting lovingly chastised by the teacher 

but never reached out to say hi or anything 

he was always too unreachable 

BUT OF COURSE you don’t say anything and instead just smile at the ground and shrug 

“guess that’s just the way we’re supposed to be, you know?” 

and just as he was about to ask what you meant by that, the bell rings and you let out a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding 

like w Ow a whole 1 hour class w ur crush and he’s finally talking to you ???? TOO MUCH FOR ONE DAY 

you don’t even utter a goodbye  but just give him a bright, knowing smile, stuff your papers into your bag and leave for the day 

and even as the classmates pack up and the teacher is gone and hyuck knows he doesn’t have practice today but needs to get home bc he promised his mom he would help with her flat tire, he can’t find it in himself to stand up and leave 

he’s sitting there processing your words, and just,,,,you

“i’ve really been around y/n this whole time and didn’t even know it?” 

suddenly he just feels stricken with guilt and shame and remembers all the time the ball landed by the bleachers and you exCitedly running down the steps to toss it back clumsily 

he remembers always smiling back and saying “thanks”, but never quite meeting the eyes of the person 

he lets out a grumble and just plunks his head onto the wooden desk loudly 

chenle and jisung come bc they were all supposed to walk home together 

and just see a slumped hyuck bumping his head up and down on the table whispering “stupid, ,,,,, so stupid” over and over again

jisung: he did it oh my god it’s done it broke him football finally broke him HIGH SCHOOL FUCKING BROKE HIM 

so after fixing the tire and helping clean after dinner and finally lying in bed that night

he makes this silent promis e ??? to make it up to u somehow ?? 

you both wake up the next day, both w each other lingering in your minds, and both unsure of what to do to get rid of it 

though hyuck isn’t sure he wants to 

you both daze off during classes and stare at the back of the head of the person in front of you,,,,just,,, thinking 

and then it’s time for fifth period 

and you don’t think you’ve ever speedwalked so fast to a class before 

people start pouring in and as the second bells starts to ring you still don’t see his face and you decide getting your hopes up all day for no reason was just stupid 

the teacher is about to start the class before the door opens one last time and you see a visibly flustered hyuck shuffle in 

right into the seat next to you 

what you don’t know is two minutes prior to this, poor dude was in the bathroom rinsing his face and trying to do something, anytHING to get the blush off his cheeks but to no avail 

so the lesson today was about families and societies and you swear the next ten minutes felt like forty 

your eyelids start getting a little heavier before you hear the scratching of a pencil on paper 

he’s marked the side of your notebook with a little “hello ^-^” 

you try to conceal the beaming smile threatening to creep on ur face but you really can’t

you’re just a little whipped aren’t u

that entire class is then just spent doodling stupid things on each other’s notebooks and giggling and even had to have the teacher turn to you guys and give a stern look before realizing it was hyuck and just BEAMED 

by the time the class ended you were packing your stuff up to leave before he gRabs your hand 

“what the--?” 

he takes your thumb and places it on the fingerprint scanner before fiddling with something on it 

your mind immediately sprinted to the WORST IDEAS

“he’s hacking my instagram right now isn’t he he’s telling my family on facebook that i do drugs, isn’t he LEE DONGHYUCK GIVE ME MY PHONE”

so you start to fumble for it before he hands it back to you calmly,

“i’ll be expecting a text tonight”

and then he’s gone 

SMOOTH ISN’T HE 

and that was the start of the cutest friendship ever ???? 

you guys talk about anything and everything, from the colour of your room to his sister’s favourite food to the one time you fell from your treehouse and had to get stitches to the time lucas got stuck in a slide on a children’s playground when they all decided to sneak out at like 11pm at night and had to call the fire department to come get him out 

and texts eventually turn into calls and calls eventually turn into being inseparable at school

the boys LOVE YOU and immediately pinned you on their side to torture hyuck together

and as time goes by, all the boys start noticing changes in hyuck and how he would never do anything with them without mentioning your name

like they’d be out having ice cream after studying at jisung’s and he’d absentmindedly mention that this lemon ice cream is the perfect colour of your room and that yellow is your favourite colour 

or that the disco ball in jaemin’s basement is exactly the one you have dangling on the rearview mirror in your car 

so WINK WINK NUDGE NUDGE but the boys respect you enough to not tell you yet bc you deserve to have hyuck confess on his own

you guys hang out any chance you get and it isn’t till near spring formal that he comes over with some mcdonalds that you realize you’ve gotten so comfortable so fast 

so you both settle into the kitchen before he opens up the big mac, takes off one of the buns of the burger, to reveal ketchup dotted across the patty spelling “SF? :D” bc the patty was too small to spell the full words, “spring formal?” lol 

and you scoff and throw a fry at him bc of course you’d go with him 

and your heart’s just racing for the rest of the night

after dinner you head out to your backyard and lay a blanket on the grass to stare up at the stars 

hyuck knows a lot about astrology so you love just lying there and hearing him tell you about the lyra constellation and its myths 

you spend the night just giggling and laughing and shoving each other around before it starts to get really late and he knows he should be going 

but he can’t seem to move

and so he asks,

“hey, are you mad at me?”

and you’re a little,,,confused before you reply, “for spilling jisung’s apple juice on my laptop the other day? just a little, but i’ll forgive you if you pay for my spring formal ticket for me hehe”

he rolls his eyes and scoffs and says, “no you idiot”

you can’t think of why you’d be upset with him, considering it was just a regular night for you two

he explains, “you know.....for not really knowing you before this year”

your heart kind of sank bc you weren’t really expecting it but you also deep deep deep down seriously wished he would never bring this up 

it’s silence until you answer

“no, because i don’t blame you for it” 

“what do you mean”

“well...” you know it’s a tough thing to tell him but you know he’ll listen to your words

“you’ve just always been unreachable, you know? like i remember seeing you on freshmen orientation day and just thinking, you know, this guy is just something else,,,something i’ll never be. and over the years, i made my peace with that, bc that’s just the situation you were thrust in,,, you know, football and parties and stuff”

and hyuck’s heart sinks with each word because you really mentioned everything he was afraid of,,,,that he was only ever gonna be popular because of football,,,,and that he never really had a say before he was thrust into the social status he’s in now 

just as he’s about to clear his throat from emotions and get up to spout some stupid excuse on why his mom wants him home now even though she was probably already in bed, you continue

“but....now i know that’s not all that you are...you’re kind and smart and sweet and funny, and yeah you’re crazy good at football but you’re also crazy good at singing and science and fixing tires and vacuuming and playing with your little sister and making people laugh,,,that’s why you’re my friend now”

hyuck doesn’t realize how long he stares at you after you said that before you wave your hand in front of his face ((”uh dude.....”))

he feels tears welling up in his throat so he just lies back down and makes some nonchalant comment again, playing it all off like he usually does

“mhm okay yea enough with the sappiness i just wanted to know if the geeky band girl hates the quarterback captain like they typically do okay blah blah”

but you and him both know

you’re both concealing smiles as you lay there, staring at the stars 

he’s never heard anyone talk about him like that before 

and you’ve always known that he was still a little unsure of himself 

and maybe this just put this all to rest 

and as you both lay there with the sound of your own frantic heartbeats in your ears, you dwell on the fact that maybe it shouldn’t be beating that hard,,,,that fast,,,,

ANYWAY

senior year is going by, and before you guys know it, championships are in three days  

your school wins the semi-finals in dramatic fashion, with the winning touchdown seconds before the final whistle 

and you couldn’t make it to that game bc of a huge assignment due the next day but hyuck makes sure to call you as soon as he grabbed his stuff from the locker room 

“hEY WHERE ARE YOU GOING WE’RE GOING TO MINGYU’S HOUSE FOR DRINKS TO CELEBRATE”

“SORRY DUDES SOMETHING IMPORTANT CAME UP!!! HAVE FUN WITHOUT ME!!”

it was only a beat of silence before jungwoo just scoffed and shrugged, “someone’s WHIPPPEEEDDD” 

hyuck just blushes red and runs out in the midst of the entire locker room hollering and throwing sweaty towels at him 

bc he knows he doesn’t really have feelings for you, does he? 

these past few months have been amazing but it can’t be 

all he does know is 

how your hair smells like vanilla when you whip your head around to scold him for pinching your sides 

how your eyes crinkle when you laugh at some pun you read on reddit 

how your fingers get really bad circulation so they’re always cold and red and you have to make sure to wear sweaters during the winter to keep them warm

how you hate helping out the flutes cause they’re always screechy 

how you started playing the saxophone because your grandma did when she was in college 

how your eyes light up when someone mentions your favourite tv show character 

how you hate carrots but he always makes you eat them cause they’re good for you and you just sit there all pouty

how much he loves loves LOVES when you come over to just do nothing like sit on his windowsill and read or go through his old childhood pictures for the millionth time and giggle at every cute smiley one for the millionth time

he’s standing there in the middle of the field with his phone in his hand, dangling by his side, with you hollering through the receiver like “,,,,hello? bitch u called ME, HELLO?!!” 

and he just mumbles a “uh i gotta go sorry i’ll tell you about it tomorrow” 

and hangs up

cause fuck 

he’s in love isn’t he 

and he’s lying in bed again that night, knowing that he wants to tell you but he’s also so afraid, cause you’re his best best best (sorry mark) friend

and he’s never gotten so close to anyone so fast 

and he loves going to practice early with you so you guys can grab breakfast before 

and how he always makes sure to “accidentally” miss a toss and have it land on your head while you’re running a piece

so he tosses and turns all night 

before he comes to a decision

he knows the marching band always has practice on the bleachers every wednesday morning, coinciding with the team’s morning practice as well  

he rips his sheets off his tired body but surges up and runs to his computer, types in a few things onto the search engine and presses “print” 

it’s the next morning, and as you groggily heave yourself up from your bed, dreading having to deal with the flutes and their screeching sharps today, you also think abt hyuck and you wonder why he was acting so weird last night

but you brush it off as fatigue from a long and gruelling game 

it’s a beautiful day outside already at 7:00 in the morning, with just the slightest bit of chilliness and dew on the morning grass, and hyuck thinks it’s no accident that the sun decided to come out today too 

he holds the crinkly sheets of music in his hands, slightly shaking and profusely sweating, somehow nervous bc of someone he admires for the first time ??? in his life ???? 

he practically sprints to school, wanting to be there before you do

he spots the majority of the marching band already there and he sighs in relief when he doesn’t spot you

“hEy guys!” he runs up to the bleachers 

and he stops for a second before he realizes like ..... all these people look like deers in headlights bc ,, ,,,,,, the quarterback,,,,isn’t here with you?? aren’t you guys always stuck beside each other ????

“i’m s o sorry i don’t have a lot of time to explain and i know its confusing and this is gonna be such a rush but here !!!!” 

he hands out the sheet music to everyone there and makes them promise to not let you know about it 

everyone exchanges confusing looks ((one dude’s just like ‘fuck man it’s too early in the morning for secrets’)) but end up agreeing anyway and haechan doesn’t even have time to celebrate before he hears his teammates starting to make their way out of the practice room

he runs over to seungkwan, your best friend in band and someone who haechan knows won’t hold his word unless a bribe is involved

“okay look i know you’re y/n’s best friend but you have to promise me you won’t let her know about this okay?”

seungkwan props his clarinet on his shoulders, almost as if he was holding a baseball bat instead and does his best to puff his shoulders like “HMPH well what do i get out of this??”

“if you can establish a secret rehearsal time for tomorrow with the rest of the band where i can come and rehearse with you, i’ll set you up with our running back” bc god fucking knows vernon and seungkwan have been crushing on each other for years but have never had the guts to go NEAR each other and haechan is just sick of vernon’s endless daydreaming in the locker room 

seungkwan goes BRIGHT RED before clearing his throat and muttering “ugh fiNe” under his breath even tho he’s finally !!!!!! gonna talk to hansol !! agghhhhh!!!! 

haechan practically blows him a million kisses and runs off to the locker room before seungkwan asks

“HEY ummmm but uh why are you doing this?”

haechan sighs and feels he can’t even begin to explain himself without becoming a blubbering mess

so he just reassures him with a, “you’ll see”

hyuck doesn’t come to class that day even though you swore you saw him at practice 

he had cancelled breakfast w you earlier that morning and only waved to you once during practice, but again, you credit that to the finals being in 48 hours 

you shoot him a “cute bum where u from” text in hopes of getting his attention

“okay but no seriously WHERE ARE U I HATE MS KWON SO MUCH”

and no answer again 

you huff and give up and know he’ll message when he has to 

what you don’t know is he made sure to steer clear of you from now until the championships bc 1. he’s still not sure what he can do around you anymore now that he Knows how he Feels 

and 2. bc his hands are just glued to the sheet music, trying to rehearse as much as he can for this little surprise he has planned for you 

so all he does is just send you back a simple “not feeling well, just gonna rest up until the game” 

and your heart sinks bc you guys haven’t gone 48 hours without talking since like 8 months ago 

regardless, with championships coming up and endless school assignments piling up, you’re pretty well distracted 

but you do also silently curse yourself for imagining every quote in romeo and juliet to be hyuck and you 

and how every hour of those 48 hours seemed so excruciating and long and empty bc both of you were so busy 

so by the time it’s game day, you are restless and in so much yearning for a presence you never knew you needed this bad 

but you know, as soon as the game’s over, you can hopefully run into his arms and congratulate him 

ahem platonically ofc ahem, you try to convince yourself 

you get to the field and it’s already bustling with mascots and spectators and streamers and you can barely hear the sound of the band warming up above all the noise 

intros begin and you guys start playing the opening pieces as the banner rips and out runs 

hyuck

and it’s like suddenly the earth just . stops 

looking at him running out, eyes blazed and all determined and strong made you feel so much all at once, you could feel your knees starting to buckle

and it didn’t really help when, mid run, he turns his head to you and gives a subtle smile and wink before heading to the center of the field 

you bite back a beaming smile of your own

for the next two hours, that’ll have to be enough 

and there wasn’t a single doubt in your body that they were gonna lose 

the game starts and the volume doesn’t dim for even a second 

you feel yourself sweating profusely through your blue and white uniform with each toss and whistle and tackle and you swear you’ve never been so nervous in your life 

it’s the final quarter and your school is down by just a touchdown and you swear you won’t be able to handle this anymore it’s toO MUCH

you glance up at the stands to see yukhei holding chenle’s head and screaming and jaemin with his head in his hands and jeno just closing his eyes ((”i can’t watch i can’t watch i can’t watch”)) and mark and jisung grabbing onto each other muttering things that look like praying ??? 

you even spot former alumni, youngho, taeyong and jaehyun, biting their nails and clasping their hands 

there’s barely a minute left and the ball is in our possession 

you hear hyuck echo a “HUT!! HUT HUT” before he tosses the ball in the air

it’s like time slows down as you see the running back catch it and dash for the end 

THE ENTIRE FIELD IS ON THEIR TOES as you watch your team’s defence tackle and hammer people out of vernon’s way 

he’s going and going and just before the horn blows for the end of the game, he crosses the line and 

EVERYONE GOES INSANE

the horn blows for the final second and once again, you guys have done it 

everyone from the stands pours down onto the field and before you can process it, mark and the boys are running up to you and dog-piling you, dragging you into the crowd with them

they did it!!! hyuck did it!!!! 

there are streamers and confetti everywhere but your eyes are just straining and stretching, looking for him 

it’s just loud, white noise for a second before you hear something behind you 

your band is in position and you see seungkwan counting them in for the opening beats

your heart starts to panic to remember if you forgot you had another piece to perform?????

the opening chords to a familiar classic starts playing and before you can even react 

there’s a voice in a mic 

and the sound of someone singing 

and it’s hyuck 

the band plays along with him and you’re just,,,,,perplexed and confused as to what he’s doing 

until you realize he’s looking straight at you

the swing beat starts to get everyone in the crowd singing and dancing 

but you’re frozen in your spot 

did he plan this?? what is he doing and how did you not know about it???? you feel hands behind you and eyes start to land on you as the boys push you forward and hyuck starts making his way onto the field to where you’re standing 

the crowd gets even louder and the music gets even happier as he’s dancing and grooving his way to you 

and then there he is, right in front of you 

his voice has you hypnotized and you’re absolutely sure this is a dream 

you guys move together to the beat, never taking eyes off one another and you just have an amazed expression on your face the entire time 

the songs comes to a beautiful climactic end and you still have no idea what’s going on

the lyrics still echo in your head

“hey, hey, baby....i want to know if you'll be mine...when i saw you walking down the street, i said that’s someone i’d like to meet,,,”

and the entire school is watching ((INCLUDING HYUCK’S PARENTS AND YOUR TEACHERS))) and your head is just spinning, spinning, spinning

he lowers the mic and just leans close and rests his forehead on yours and whispers his words to you

“i love you, and i’m so sorry it took so long but i really really do, i just hope i can make up for all the time lost,” 

his eyes are pouring emotions into yours and for some reason you want to cry 

his team just won a championship!!!! scouts are probably here, scribbling his name down for a scholarship right now!! and everyone on this field was just yelling and whooping his name a second ago!!! 

yet he’s standing here, so vulnerable and nervous in front of you 

so you grab his face and swallow your nerves

and tell him you love him, you’ve loved him for so long 

all you hear is just muted yelling and cheering and whooping around you before you swear you see a glisten in his eyes as he leans and swoops you in for a kiss 

the band is going off and playing some other 80s love tune and there is still confetti just flying all over the place and people running up to you and hugging you guys 

but his hand is still entangled in yours and he just winks 

bc in the midst of all the chaos and all the noise of being such a superstar, there you are 

and he’s sure that’s all he’ll need 

[paperback-writers-blog1]

The Anniversary

By ModMcCartney

Rating: T (Little swearing, adult themes hinted)

Pairing: John/Paul

Summery: Prompt from @ nat-tella

So confession time: I didn’t know the song but now I love it! Also Aladdin was chosen, hope that’s okay! I have a soft spot for that Disney film as it was the year I was born.

Prompt: What about a prompt where it's John and Paul's anniversary and John is letting Paul choose his favorite romantic (>:3) Disney movie for them to watch together and then after, they dance to the song 'Put Your Head On My Shoulder' by Paul Anka.

John had woken at least half an hour ago. Normally he would have noticed the time, rolled over and gone back to sleep until he was physically dragged out of his bed. But not today. Today was too important to waste with sleeping. That idea put two quite conflicting thoughts in Johns head. Next to him, Paul was sleeping soundly. He looked as perfect as the day they first met. It was quite early. The sunrise was just starting to spill through the curtains, lighting up Pauls face. The sight was far too breath-taking to John for him to willingly interrupt. But they couldn’t waste today! He couldn’t believe it had already been a year. A year since he had officially made the most handsome man on the face of the earth his. John’s princess they called Paul. Well today he would be treated just like a princess. The thought of Paul dressed up in a puffy pink dress complete with tiara made John laugh out loud. He didn’t notice Paul screw his nose up. He opened one eye to see Johns laughing face and smiled softly to himself. “Whatcha laughin about ey?” He asked in a rather croaky voice. John instantly brightened up, hearing his husbands voice. He stopped laughing and started kissing Pauls cheek. Paul just giggled. “That’s not an answer!” “Hmmm is.” John muttered against Pauls skin making him laugh harder. He loved goofing off with John so much. After a while of messing about, ticking and kissing, Paul sat up. His face was red from laughing so much. John took the hint and backed off, letting them both have a breather. “So…what are you doing awake so early?” Paul asked. Of course he knew, but he just had to try winding John up a little. As predicted, John pouted a little, looking a little offended. “Macca! I can’t believe you forgot! You’re normally better at remembering dates than me!” “Oh, what is it? An appointment? Is Mimi coming for a visit today?” John grinned at that. He realised Paul was pulling his leg and crawled towards Paul on all fours. “I hope not. Because I don’t think she would like to see what we’re gonna get up to today.” He growled suggestively before jumping on Paul and kissing all over his pretty little face. Paul dissolved into giggles again.

Yes, this anniversary was off to an amazing start.

………………………………….

“Looks like we missed breakfast.” John commented looking at the kitchen clock. Despite waking up early, neither had wanted to leave the bed. And of course, had indulged in a little more adult fooling around. Time had passed faster than they had realised. John had planned to make a breakfast for Paul. “Ah well, maybe we can call it brunch?” Paul suggested. “Oh! So I can drink?” John grinned. Paul just lightly smacked Johns chest and went to the fridge. “What do people usually have at brunch?” He wondered out loud. “Alcohol.” John persisted. “Sounds shit then.” Paul teased. It was Johns turn to give Paul a playful smack on the shoulder.

Eventually, they got a mix of breakfast foods and fruit together, resembling a meal of some kind. Still it was delicious. They sat as close as possible on the same side of the table, feeding each other. Over all it was a messy experience once the honey was added to the fruit but neither cared.

………………………………

John had hoped to take Paul out, but just after they had showered, the heavens had opened and the ground was being pelted with rain so thick he could barely see out of the window. John sighed. So they were stuck indoors. Well, maybe a low key home celebration could be just as good. After all who cared where they were? As long as he was with Paul, making him happy that’s all that mattered. Paul wandered through towel drying his hair and pulling his face at the rain. He was more of a sun person. “Don’t worry love, we’ll make this perfect. Cosy.” John promised not wanting a single second of the day be miserable. He wrapped his arms around Paul from behind. “In fact, a cosy rainy day watching films and listening to music sounds perfect to me.” Paul leaned back against John and smiled softly. John always made it better, however big the it was. He turned around to kiss him. “You can even chose the film.” John offered. His reward was Pauls eyes instantly lighting up, giving John the most adorable look of excitement. He instantly went to the bookcase that stored their dvds. Of course he came back with a Disney film. “Aladdin? How old are you?” John teased. Paul pouted and gave John the puppy eyes. “But… But it’s my favourite.” He whined too cutely for John to handle. “Fuck Macca, ya gonna be the death of me!” John gasped clutching at his heart. “Alright alright, pop it on then.” Paul did so with all the eagerness of a child. While they were waiting for the menu to come up, John got the duvet and they got snuggled on the couch. Paul rested his head on Johns chest, his head tucked under Johns chin. John held him close. Yes this was so perfect. John pressed play on the remote. Despite his initial teasing, John loved watching these types of films with Paul. Paul got so lost in them, watching them with that adorable look of concentration, reacting to the twists he had seen a million times before and singing along with the songs he had memorised long ago.

John sometimes tried to make up his own lyrics, if he wanted to annoy Paul. But not today.

…………………………………….

When the film had finished, neither really wanted to move. John just turned the telly off. Paul didn’t like sitting in silence though, so he pulled his phone out. He had made a playlist of all the songs that had played at their wedding. John had called him a sad soppy git, but it had made his heart swell with affection.

They had learned it had become a perfect way to help them to make up after an argument.

Paul shuffled the playlist and put it on the arm of the couch, wrapping his arm back around John and closing his eyes. “Just think, this time last year…” John said dreamily. The songs played on, some more upbeat, some nice and slow. Soppy love songs, songs that meant so much to them. A host of artists from Eddie Cochran, Elvis and Buddy Holly. Yes, they both loved their vintage music. Growing up they had often been teased for not keeping up with the latest trends, for dressing like they belonged in the 60s. Listening to the same music their classmates dads liked.

A new starting made Paul sit up instantly.

“Put your head on my shoulder, Hold me in your arms, baby…”

Their first dance number.

Paul remembered when they had first listened to this song. Sitting in a field far from the others who wanted to bully them where they could just be themselves, stargazing on a warm summers night. Johns old phone playing a random mix through it’s tinny speakers. Paul had admitted he had never listened to any Paul Anka. “But ya have the same name!” Johns response still made him laugh. But more importantly, the reason it made their first dance song, it was their first kiss song. Just two boys in a field under the stars listening to a 50 year old song, finally admitting their feelings.

By the look on Johns face, he was remembering too. Paul leaned over and restarted the song then pushed the duvet aside. He stood up and offered his hand to John. Without a second thought John took it and got up. His arms found their way back around Paul. Somehow they both remembered the steps they had learned, despite not dancing them for a whole year. It felt like they were back there, in the centre of that dancefloor. Even though they had been surrounded by their friends and family it had felt like they were the only ones in the world.

It was amazing how easily it was for them to recreate that feeling again. The soft patter on the window made it all feel so much cosier.

Once the song ended Paul moved back and kissed John passionately.

“It’s been perfect today.” He smiled.

“Mmm...” John rested his forehead against Pauls, looking deeply into his eyes. His heart almost burst with the love he had for this man.

“An I look forward to similar days for the rest of our lives.”

[charlexile]

heyyy um, I found a prompt in my phone and I wanted to write about my ocs on it. It’s really short, but I just wanted to write something tbh :’)) here’s the prompt : A puppy follows A home, and A can't bear to part with it. A brings the puppy inside and tries to hide it from B. I can’t find the source of this prompt tho, it bothers me,,, anyway, the text is under the cut ! Have fun, and tell me what you think about it

*** Eddy loved to walk by herself from work ; it wasn't that far from her apartment, and taking the bus was emotionally exhausting for her- people could be so rude ! So here she was, on her way back from a long day of work. But today was a bit different ; she wasn't alone. A little puppy decided to follow her, happily hopping behind her. It took her some time to notice it, and her gaze softened. «Oh, aren't you the cutest ?» She crouched down to pat his head- he looked old enough to walk by himself, but he still seemed defensless and starving. Eddy could saw his ribs under his white furr. «What are you doing here, alone in the streets ? It's not a place for a puppy.» Eddy suddenly realized something ; it was summer, and a lot of their neighbors left the town to enjoy their vacations. It would've not been surprising if one of them decided to abandon this poor animal, especially since he didn't have any collar. «Aw, I understand now. Your family left you behind, huh ?» She carefully took the puppy and hugged him against her chest. «I'd love to take you with me, but you'd terrify Elvis... He hates dogs, even the most precious ones like you.» Eddy sighed as she started to walk again, keeping the dog in her arms. She couldn't just let him into the streets ; one day he'll die of starvation, or he'll get hit by a car. And she couldn't have his death on her mind ! She saw him, so he was her responsibility now. The most difficult part would be to convince her boyfriend to keep him until they found a house for him. For some reason he never explained to her yet, dogs was his worst fear, and just the sound of a dog's bark was enough to make him panic. «Fuck it,» She mumbled, trying to hide the puppy into her bagpack- she didn't closed it entierely so he could breathe, «I'll hide you until someone adopts you. You're small and quiet, it'll be fine.» Her apartment wasn't far now ; she decided to take the elevator and arrived at the second floor. As soon as she opened the door, she heard her boyfriend's voice greeting her from the livingroom. Elvis stood up from the couch and walked to her before wrapping his arms around her waist. «I missed you, babe.» He whispered, his face buried onto her chest. «Yeah, I see that,» she chuckled, hugging him back «are you doing okay ?» «Huh, that's not a big deal. I was just in the mood for-» Elvis got interrupted by a bark coming from behind his girlfriend. «W-What was that ?» «Um... It was...» Eddy struggled to find a lie- especially since lying was something she hated more than anything. «It was m-my new ringtone !» «Eddy...» Elvis took a step back and started to watch her from head to toe, with this look that meant «Don't even try to fuck with me», frowning. He crossed his arms and sighed. «Fine, I'll tell you-» «You are aware that I hate that sound, yeah ?» «What ?» Her eyes widened. «O-Oh, the ringtone, yes ! Sorry sweetheart, I'll pick another one, but for now I'll go get changed !» She disappeared into their room with a nervous laugh. She didn't even think this poor excuse would work, especially with Elvis ; he was a clever guy, and didn't fall easily for this kind of lies. Now she felt bad... As soon as she closed the door behind her, the puppy jumped from her bagpack and fell onto the ground in a loud «THUD». «Geez, that was close...» She threw the bag onto the floor and picked up the dog, before sitting at the edge of the bed. «What am I going to do with you ? You'll have to eat, and drink, and walk outside... And I'm still working ! Elvis will notice you, sooner or later...»

She sighed, just imagining how her lover would react. He'd probably yell at her for her lie, then he'd start to freak out and would probably want this poor soul to go back outside... And she couldn't even blame him. It was her fault. She had to be honest with him.

Standing up, she slipped onto clothes comfier than her work's clothes and finally opened the door. She walked to the livingroom, still holding the dog close to her chest. «Elvis, we need to talk now !» «Alright, what did I do this ti-» When his eyes landed on the animal, he took a few steps back and hugged himself. «What the hell !? You brought a DOG !?» «I'm so sorry, but I can explain !» «Oh, yes, tell me ! I can't wait to hear why you lied so you can bring this monstruosity in OUR apartment !» «Just- Just let's sit on the couch, okay ?» Elvis sighed but complied ; Eddy took her seat and Elvis sat at the other side of the couch, wanting to avoid the puppy as best as possible. But the dog ignored him and yawned, lazyly curling in a ball onto Eddy's lap.

«I'm listening.»

«So... Yeah, I lied to you, because I knew you wouldn't agree to keep this puppy.» «What ? This is MY fault now !? You know I'm scared of dogs !» «I didn't say you were wrong ! I just wanted to... to give this little guy a family. I wasn't thinking about us, I don't even want a dog, but maybe we could keep him until we find someone who'll adopt him ?» Elvis crossed his arms and looked down. «Please, Elvis ! It won't be long, I promise and I- I mean, look at him ! He was alone and starving in the streets ! He didn't even have a mother to take care of him !» Elvis took a look at the dog, peacefully sleeping onto her lap. She was right ; the poor guy didn't look like he ate well for the past few days, and perhaps love and care was what he needed. He sighed again and weakly smiled.

«I can't deny you anything, huh ?»

«Does that mean we can keep him until I find someone !?»

«Indeed, but under two conditions. Firstly, this thing...» Elvis pointed a finger at the puppy, «won't approach me. At all. If he tries, expect me to cry.» «Got it. What's the second one ?» «You're entirely responsible of that dog, not me. You buy food for him, you go outside with him.»

«Sounds fair to me...» Eddy smiled at her boyfriend. «Thanks, sweetheart. And sorry, I won't lie to you ever again.»

«Yeah, I hope so. Have fun with your monster now, I'm going to our room.»

Elvis stood up from the couch and left the livingroom, so Eddy could feed the dog and play a bit with him.

Hopefully, Eddy's mother would've wanted a dog. He kept in mind to call her tomorrow.

[tiemeupspidey]

Caught Web Handed

Series: Peter Parker Imagines

Relationship: Peter Parker x Reader Warnings: Swearing cause I swear a lot get used to it or don't read my stuff Word Count:2,000+ A/N: Typed this before my shift! Enjoy my darlings :)

[Reader's POV]

"Now just do the equations worksheet over the weekend, you have a quiz on formulas on Tuesday have a great weekend everyone!" the teacher waves to us before walking back to her desk. Putting your notebook away you zip up your bag.

   Slinging the straps onto your shoulders you pick your phone up off the lab table. Taking your beanie and putting it on your head. You start to walk towards the door when a hand grabs onto yours. Looking at your hand to the body thats connected to the other one. You smile realizing it's your boyfriend, Peter Parker.

"Baby, I'll see you over at my aunts tonight for dinner right?" he asks looking at you with a cute smile. Nodding you quickly peck him on the lips.

"Yes I'll head over there after school,I offered to help her cook" walking hand in hand the two of you leave the room. Fixing your glasses you push them back up the bridge of your nose.    

“No wonder why Aunt May larbs you so much” his laughter making you smile, it’s so damn cute. It was his Aunts way of saying I love you and since you started dating she says it to you too. Now you’re a part of the Parker household.

   Peter kisses you goodbye once you two reach the end of the hall. He said he had to go do something for the Stark Internship. Your friends joked he was cheating on you but you all knew he wouldn’t. Peter wasn’t like that all, he reminded you of a love sick puppy.

    Walking down the hallway next to you, you pass through a sea of people to get to the doorway. Peter was long gone by now doing whatever for Mr. Stark. Zipping up your windbreaker you step out into the windy environment. It was fall in Queens and quite chilly to be exact. Holding onto your skateboard as you step down the entrance steps.

   Teachers stood outside watching as people left. Their eyes monitoring everyones behavior some eyes on you due to your skateboard. Leaving the school grounds and placing your skateboard on the ground. Placing your maroon Van clad foot on the black board. Your eyes looking down at the Spider-Man sticker you made to decal it.

   Pushing off with your left leg you stand fully on the board. The wind blowing against your skin as you roll down the street. Using your left leg to push for more speed. Music playing in your headphones as you make your way to Peter’s place. The streets turn into a blur as you make your way down. Skating across crosswalk ,thankfully no one next to you. You hated skating and having to get off if there were more people trying to cross.

   A red blur passes by capturing your body sending your skateboard off into the street. Headphones popping out of your ear as a cars honking fills the air. A scream leaves your mouth as you see you’re not on the ground connected to the lovely Earth. Seeing your skateboard get snapped in half broke your heart. The man driving the car slammed on his breaks flipping you off.

   You were held in strong arms making you snap back into reality. Looking up you see it’s Spider-Man. Words couldn’t even form in your mouth. Your jaw was ajar and probably broken open from shock. He swings another web descending from the perch he was holding you on.

“Watch where you’re going bitch!”

“Hey buddy that’s not how you talk to a lady!” He shoots a web hitting the man in the mouth. Another web securing his hands to the wheel.  

“I-I don’t even know what h-happend I was just crossing the street I-”

“Don’t worry, he was the one who almost hit you trying to speed through a light… Are you okay?” his voice sounding worried as he placed his hands on your shoulders. The eyes of his mask narrowing as he looked at your body.

“I’m fine thanks to you Spider-Man, my skateboard not so much” you sigh pointing over to your crushed buddy who was murdered.

“Can I offer you some web transportation today?” his voice sounding very familiar. Your mind just couldn’t process anything at the moment after what happened.

“Thanks but I have to go help make dinner tonight, maybe I’ll see you around Spiderling”you wink at him before walking over to the guy trying to get the web off. Pulling out your brass knuckle rings you slip it on.  Raising your arm you punch his back window.

“That’s for Zippy you impatient fuck” Checking the road you cross it and pick up your murdered pal. You’ve had him since you were in middle school. 

    The man looks over at you like you’re insane. His face angry but he couldn’t say anything cause it was muffled. Flipping him off you make your way down the street. Putting your headphones back in your ears you turn the music up. Secrets cover to Shape of You starts up making you grin. Singing along you continue your way to Peter’s apartment.

-

“Sweetie can you grab me the vegetables I washed? they're in the sink in the colander” May asks as she chops up the onions her eyes watering slightly.

“Got it” giving her a thumbs up you walk to the sink pulling the colander out.  Water droplets drip so you shake it a few times before setting it on the counter.    

     Grabbing a cutting board you place a zucchini on the board. Opening a drawer you find a knife and pull it out. Hitting the drawer closed with your hip you begin to cut the vegetables. May instructs the way you should cut as she slides the onions into the sauce pan. Elvis was playing in the background as the two of you cooked.

     May and you talked about what was going on at school. You told her how your art piece got picked for a contest. Peter was more the science smarts you were the artsy one. Total polar opposites but love each other so much. It was also a plus for having a smart boyfriend, he’s your own tutor.

   Sticking the pan in the oven you set the timer for an hour. May was cleaning up the kitchen while everything was baking. She had the sauce on a simmer to keep it warm till Peter gets home. Lifting your backpack off the ground you carry it to Peter’s room. Walking in his room and stumbling on his shoes. Kicking them to the side you roll your eyes.

     Going to the bottom bunk you set your bag on the made bed. Leaning against the wall you cross your legs. Pulling out your laptop you open it up to Tumblr. Scrolling through your feed on the Spider-Man Blog you had. You’ve been trying to capture pictures of him and thankfully you had your camera set up in your glasses.

     Taking them off you flip a latch open and plug a micro usb into it and the usb into the computer. Downloading the file you upload it and add a caption. Adding the tags you want and post it to your blog. Pressing play you watch as you’re hoisted up and how you look up to see Spider-Man. Watching the clip again smiling cause you knew it would get loads of reblogs. Closing your laptop you unplug your glasses.

      Putting them back on your eyes adjust being able to see clearly again. You could see without them but the world seemed more clearer with them on. Thankfully your dad knows how to add technology to things so you were able to have him customize the glasses. They were perfect because you were able to capture footage of him.

     Moving to the edge of the bed you freeze seeing the door close on its own. Quietly getting out from under the bunk bed your feet step onto the floor. Looking up you see Peter on the ceiling crawling. A strand of a web hanging from the door closed. He jumps down quietly and gracefully, his back to you.

“You’re Spider-Man?” You blurt out making him jump turning around. A look of fear plastered on his features.

“N-No I’m not” Peter’s voice panicked as his suit slides off his body. His muscular body coming into view making your eyes grow wide. Peter wasn’t like this before,where did this body come from? What the actual fuck was happening?!

“You were on the fucking ceiling Peter Benjamin Parker” your voice rising a bit from what you saw. He covers your mouth pinning you against the ladder of the bunk bed. Peter looks back at the door becoming dead silent.

“Quiet please, May doesn’t know..” He looks you in the eyes, his eyes begging you practically. Nodding he lets go of your mouth stepping back.

   Watching as he slides out of the suit. Pulling on a sweater he had draped over his desk chair. His hands pulling down the sweater covering his prominent abs. A blush on your cheeks as you look away from him. Jesus Christ you didn't know he had that body hidden under the clothes he wears.

“How long have you been hiding this from me” crossing your arms over your chest shifting your weight to one leg. Your hip popping to the side as you waited for an answer.

“It happened a few weeks before we dated…I just feel like I need to do something around here while I can.. Mr. Stark made me this suit, it used to be this homemade one but now I have thi-“

“HE made your suit?” you ask in awe looking at the suit on the floor. A lightbulb going off in your head, looking back up at Peter you point at him.

“This is the Stark Internship isn’t it or is it just a cover? Holy fuck you’re working with Iron Man” Peter’s smiling at your freak out moment that you were having. Your boyfriend is Spider-Man.

“You’re not mad at me?” he looks at you with the sweetest eyes, he reminds you of a puppy sometimes. Shaking your head no you pull him into a hug. His strong arms wrapping around you tightly.

“I’m just mad you didn’t tell me cause I’m your biggest fan” you give him a playful glare as he lifts you up.

“Do you know how hard it was to keep this a secret? You’ve almost found my suit so many times while you’ve been here” Peter laughs lightly setting you down on the ground. The door opens to show May peeking her head in.

“Hey I- Oh Peter I didn’t know you came in!” Peter turns around kicking the suit under his desk. May raises an eyebrow looking at Peter’s tense body.

“Dinner will be ready soon, Peter put some pants on” she closes the door leaving the two of you in Peter’s room. Peter jumps hitting the ceiling open a small latch. He hooks the suit up closing it letting out a sigh.

“Now why don’t you show me the footage you captured today” Peter grins pushing your glasses up the bridge of your nose. Your eyes widening at his statement he just made.

“What do you mean?” You look away heading towards the bottom bunk.

“You really think I was just saving you or coming out of nowhere? I did that so your blog could get tons of hits” He sits down next to you on the bunk a content sigh leaving his lips.

“Son of a bitch” you laugh shoving him slightly only to be pulled into his arms. Peter kisses your forehead making you smile.

“Don’t think I didn't notice you charging your glasses in class today, my Spider Senses tingle more around you the most” his smirk growing only making you roll your eyes. He was such a smart ass but he’s yours and you were so content with your life. Daily content because Peter is a part of it.

   For the remaining time you showed him the clips of you caught of him. Him asking you how you got certain angles or how you did certain shots. Dinner was ready and the two of you headed out to the dining room table. May being a hoot with her jokes with Peter. Life was great and even greater knowing your boyfriend is the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man .

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Nice hat//Chibs Telford

Season five spoilers !

Info: After Frankie takes Chibs, y/n, his wife, grows worried and when he comes back he tries to hide his injury from his wife.

Warnings: swearing, mild violence

Words: 1,775

Jax got a call from Nero at the hospital while everyone was checking in on Gemma and Abel. Y/n didn’t feel good about Nero, he was almost too good for Gemma after Clay, too good for the sons. So when he called out of nowhere, y/n’s stomach was thrown into knots.

Y/n was with the other sons in the lobby, just staying close, staying together. Y/n had her head rested of Chibs’ shoulder, he held her hand, fiddling with her wedding ring. The other sons took seats on coffee tables, end tables and chairs, trying to stay as close together as possible. 

“Don’t take Chibs” She protested as she saw Jax look to her right, where Chibs sat.

“I gotta, I need him and Bobby” Jax said shaking his head “We’ll be careful, y/n. I’ll bring him home to you” He reassure her.

“I swear to God, Jax, i-”

“We got it, love, aye?” Chibs interrupted, he knew how protective y/n could get.

“I love you” She said holding his face in her hands, pushing his hair from his face “Come home tonight, please”

“I wouldn’t wanna be anywhere else, baby” He kissed her forehead, then her lips.

He stood up and Bobby pat y/n’s shoulder as they left. Her eyes were filling with tears watching Chibs leave again. Four years with Chibs and him leaving never changed her amount of worry. 

“He’ll be fine, y/n. Don’t worry” Tig tried to calm her, knowing her as well as Chibs.

“Don’t feed me that shit, not now” She sighed “I’m sorry”

“It’s fine, I get it, I get it” Tig nodded and looked away.

Y/n looked up to the ceiling, blinking her eyes trying to rid them of tears. Standing up she shook her body, trying to loosen up her tense muscles. 

“Fuck” She cursed under her breath, still upset about the situation “I’m going to the clubhouse”

“I’m riding with you” Tig jumped at the opportunity, being one of Chibs’ closest brothers.

“Of course you are”

As Jax, Bobby and Chibs arrived at Nero’s new set up, they walked into an empty lobby.

“Anyone home?” Bobby called out.

“Back here, mano” Nero called out.

The trio followed the voice, Jax leading them. But as they turned the corner, demands were being shouted.

“Guns and knives. Drop your clips, slide them across the floor” Frankie shouted with a gun in Lyla’s mouth “Now!”

“Okay” Jax yelled back, dropping his knife.

Chibs unloaded his gun, sliding it across the floor, Bobby following suit. Nero was tied up to a chair, he tried to move but it was useless. 

“Look, these two have nothin-” Jax tried to reason with Frankie.

“Shut up and get on your knees, hands behind you head” Frankie cut him off.

“What the hell is this?” Bobby asks.

“What do you think? I want money. I know you got cartel cash in the chapel safe”

“We ain’t a bank, Frankie. Drug money comes from thew Mayans, cash from the guns goes straight to the Irish” Jax explains.

“I don’t give a shit where you get it, I want 200 grand or I kill Ope’s whore”

“I got that, I got that” Nero pleaded “In my studio is about 130 cash, couple of good watches. You want that?”

“Yeah” Frankie nodded.

“Just take that gun out of her mouth”

Frankie took the gun from her mouth and turned it on Bobby.

“Alright, Elvis, off your fat ass and get the stuff. You try anything, I kill them both” Frankie shouted.

“Safe is on my closet, 10-19-03″ Nero gave directions.

“How do you think this ends, Frankie?” Jax asked.

“This wasn’t my idea, Clay promised us shit he couldn't deliver”

“You’re tellin me Clay was behind the break-ins?”

“Come on, Jax, you know he’d do anything to get the gavel back and his cash points”

“He sign off you going after me and my family?”

Frankie shook his head “I never went after your family” 

The gun was now on Jax, “Someone went after Gemma and my kids last night”

“Now why the hell would I do that?”

“’Cause you’re a greasy scumbag animal” Chibs spoke for the first time.

Frankie turned the gun to him, he realized his mistake, closed his eyes and prepared for a blow. Bobby interrupted, he had the cash and watches.

“On the table” Frankie demanded and made Bobby get back on his knees.

As Frankie got the keys to Nero’s truck, he also took the money from the table. Lyla was let go.

“Get up Scotty” Frankie said.

Chibs stood, as well as Jax, causing Frankie to get upset. He yelled for Jax to sit, gun up to him.

“Jackie” Chibs told Jax himself.

“You got a wife worried sick at home” Jax told him, reminding him of what he could lose.

“You got that, two kids and a mother. But none of us will come back if ya don’t sit down. Don’t tell, y/n!” Chibs said as they left the room, catching the key’s Frankie threw at him.

“Don’t come after me or I kill him” Frankie spoke and shot Lyla before leaving with Chibs.

Y/n sat outside with Tig, drinking a beer, waiting. It was dark out and her mind didn’t rest. The other sons had come back, they were hanging out in the garage. When only two bikes pulled up, y/n panicked. The bikes were Jax and Bobby, of course. She stood up and marched to Jax, chest to chest, Tig stood close by.

“Where the fuck is he, Jax?” She asked, her jaw clenched, voice breaking.

“Frankie had us at gunpoint, he took Chibs as his getaway driver”

She punched him in the chest, repeatedly, screaming. Tig went to stop her but Jax told him to lay off. Jax only wrapped his arms around y/n, trying to calm her to the best of his ability. She gave up and let Jax hold her.

“I swear to God, Jax, if the next time I see Chibs, he’s in a casket, I will kill you” She said into his shoulder, she was serious.

After a long night of crying in bed, she was outside at sunrise. Alone until about nine when Tig joined her, brought her some coffee. He didn’t speak, he knew she wouldn’t tolerate any conversation, especially with him. 

“I’m sorry, Tig” Y/n apologized to him, sipping her coffee “For snapping”

“Don’t worry about it, doll. I’m over it”

When Bobby left the clubhouse, he was walking fast.

“Where are you going?” Y/n asked, following him.

“Jax called me” he lied.

“Oh really?” They walked past the bikes and to the van “Why aren’t you taking a bike?”

“Can’t carry much on a bike” He shrugged.

“Bobby” She said as he hopped in and closed the door.

“Y/n” He mocked her “It ain’t Chibs, if it was, I’d tell ya. Sorry”

“Yeah, me too” She mumbled, walking back to her spot with Tig.

Hours passed, but when the van came back, the passenger door opened. When Chibs stepped out, y/n sprang up to her feet but not to Chibs.

“You lied! Why would you do that to me? You know how fucking sick I was worrying about him a-” She attacked Bobby.

“Calm down, love, I told him not to tell ya” Chibs stopped her rant.

“Why?” She asked, brows furrowed.

“I wanted to surprise you” He said with a smile.

“Knowing you’re alive would be a fine surprise, better than the hat at least” She joked.

Chibs sat down at the table while y/n stood in front of him. 

“What happened out there?” She asked a more serious question, the kid that kept her up at night.

“I drove where he told me, he dumped me off of 99. A trucker found me, drove me to a phone and ye know the rest” He shrugged but Bobby looked at him confused, Chibs was lying.

“Didn’t rough you up? Gun to the head? Didn’t even get pistol whipped?” She asked in a lighthearted manner, trying to dig deeper without being a bitch.

“Nope, not a scratch, don’t ya worry, lass. Now won’t ya come here!?”

“Nice hat, I wanna try it on” She spoke fast, tired of beating around the bush.

“I wouldn’t do that” Chibs stopped her.

She reached for the hat, but Chibs held it to his head, hissing in pain as he did so. He bumped his injury and gave it all away to y/n.

“For fuck’s sake, Chibs” She ripped the hat off, finding a gas in his head that was stapled up “What really happened?”

He pulled her by her waist so she was in between his legs.

“He brought me to 99, got me on my knees and had a gun to my head” He said, looking up at her.

“Jesus Christ” Y/n mumbled, eyes filling with tears once again, shaking her head.

“While he had that gun to my head, all I could think about was you. How I didn’t tell ya I loved ya before I left. How I’d never forgive myself, even after I died, that your last memory was me leaving without tellin you three words”

She wiped a tear as there was a crowd now, Jax, Tig, Bobby, Happy and Juice. Clay just pulling into the parking lot.

“Then what?” She whispered.

“I told him to look me in the eyes if he was gonna kill me. Some car honked, he was waitin’ for Frankie” He let the group know, making eye contact with them “He hit me and I was out”

“Why didn’t you just tell me?” Y/n asked defeated.

“I don’t want ya to worry ‘bout me, lass. I need to take care and protect you, not the other way around. But I’m fine, aye? I love you” He squeezed her hands, trying to get the point across.

“I love you too” She smiled down at him.

He pulled her onto his lap and kissed her on the cheek, boys clapping and cheering after watching them fight and then make up. Her face burned red as tears dried up and a smile filled her face.

“Wasn’t quite the homecoming I was expectin” He said as the cheers died down.

“What did you expect?” She asked him.

“To get laid by my old lady because she was so glad I was back”

Y/n shrugged, not giving in to the suggestion, the boys whistling at Chibs now.

“Not even a handjob?” He whined.

“You need to heal first” Y/n said with a smirk and left to go inside the clubhouse, leaving Chibs hard and injured.