#i get tired really quickly when running xox

[alskylark]

Is this selfie good enough?

I have become a bit of a pig for ramen lately, and I mean like, good, proper, from an actual ramen place ramen like shit that shiz is delicious 😭

Which is why my belly is still not going down uvu

[3rachaslut]

I would love to request gentle+ comfort sex with Chris where reader is upset and chris proceeds to love the sadness away?

bonus points if it includes daddy but you dont have too if you're not comfortable

are you KIDDING?! i have the biggest daddy kink ever hxvekwn hi twin! 🤍 also i feel like chan is such an amazing lover, like the way he would be so loving to you during sex omg it makes me cry :’(

also, take a shot each time you read the world beautiful xox

chan x female reader

contents: kinda angst but mainly smut. reader is going through some shit. pet names, daddy kink, fingering, domxsub kinda.

MINORS DNI !!!

you couldn’t really remember how long you had been feeling so drained, sat resting on the headboard of yours and chris’ bed, wiping away the endless tears that just kept pouring out of you. work was a lot right now and your self esteem was at an all time low. you usually tried to keep a handle on your emotions as best you could so you didn’t lose your head, but tonight, every thought spinning around your head left you feeling as if you were drowning. you were suddenly snapped out of your thoughts by chris calling your name, accompanied by a knock of the bedroom door. rapidly wiping the tears from your eyes, you try your best to throw a smile his way but there was no fooling him. as soon as he saw your red, puffy eyes and shaking hands, his heart sank.

“oh angel, what’s the matter” he gasps, quickly running to sit next to you on the bed. at his words, you couldn’t help but let out a staggered breath you didn’t realise you were holding. resting your tired head upon his shoulder, he wrapped his hand to cup your head against him, rubbing calming circles that eased the tension in your head slightly. “hey it’s okay, what’s happened?”

“chris.. i can’t do this.” you whine, ambiguity coating your sentence as you cling your arms around him.

“do what love? talk to me.” he pleas softly. you turn your head to look into his eyes and he plants a kiss on your forehead. “talk to me baby, i’m here for you. always.”

“it’s just everything. work is so stressful right now and no matter how well i do at a particular job, they always find some reason that im not good enough. i’m so busy with work that i haven’t had time to see my friends and family and you’re working so much more recently with your new comeback that i’m hardly seeing you and… i’m just… tired. i feel like no matter what i do, nothing is getting better. i feel like im stuck in limbo and i can’t see a way out of it.” you blurt out all at once, continuing on and on and all the while, chris is listening attentively to your words that are crushing him inside. his beautiful angel shouldn’t be feeling this way. he wanted to take all your pain away.

“anyway, i don’t really wanna dwell on it anymore. you’re back home and i haven’t really spent any time with you for ages” you tilt your head to look into his worried eyes and he smiles at you as best as he can. he is worried about you but he didn’t want to keep you talking about it if you didn’t want to as well. you would rant to him when you wanted to at another time if that’s what you needed. right now he knew that you needed a distraction. taking your cheek into his hand, he plants a kiss on your swollen lips in which you deepen. you’ve needed this for so long. you let out a relived sigh at his lips against yours once he pulls away and he rests his forehead against yours.

“my beautiful, beautiful girl” he whispers, causing goosebumps to form along the nape of your neck. you let out an unsure hum at his words. “you are, baby girl. absolutely stunning”

“i just.. don’t really feel like it right now. i mean, look at me. my hair is a mess and my eyes and face are all puffy-” chan interrupts by gripping your cheeks into his hands, making you look into his eyes. those gorgeous eyes you get lost in every time.

“baby.. you’re the most perfect, amazing, beautiful, sexiest girl i have ever seen” he says, tilting your chin back up to look at him, after looking down from shying away at his words of admiration. “look at me” and you do. your worries one by one beginning to float away just by looking at the man in front of you. your man in front of you.

“let me show you how beautiful you are baby girl. please. let me love your sadness away angel” he whispers out, slowly leaning over you and laying you down underneath him. you nod with a smile on your face. how could you ever refuse? he trails two fingers along the entirety of your upper half, starting at your left temple and all the way down to your waistband. your eyes flutter shut at the slightest touch that set fire to your skin. after years, he still had such an affect on you even with minimal touch. he hooks his finger around the hem of your pj shorts and pulls them down around your knees which you assist in discarding. continuing down your thigh, towards your knee and back again, shivers of anticipation took over you.

“i wish you could see how beautiful you look y/n. even more beautiful underneath me..” he teases as his delicate traces get closer and closer to your impatient pussy. you grind your hips upwards in response, now desperate for him to touch you and hum in aggravation when he moved his hand all together. he leans in toward your face and your breath hitches in your throat.

“baby..” chan hums warningly, raising an eyebrow at your gesture. “please…” you mewl out, your pussy throbbing at his dominant tone. “please what babe?”

“please… daddy” you utter and he instantly slides his fingers to rub your clit, your body jolting at the sudden touch. you let out a loud moan, your head tilts back and your eyes begin to roll back in bliss.

“good girl” he praises as he begins to suck marks against your now exposed neck. you begin to shake under him at the stimulation and he slowly trails his fingers towards your entrance. a staggered breath leaves your throat.

“look at me y/n. what do you say?”

“please daddy” you gasp out as he slowly inserts just the tip of his fingers into your wet cunt.

“please what?” he torments. “hmm?”

“please finger me daddy” you beg as he looks into your desperate eyes. you nearly scream out your last word as he shoves the entirety of his two fingers inside you, curling his fingers in just the right spot causing your legs to shake uncontrollably. moans were leaving your mouth relentlessly which only encouraged chris to go faster and faster. the sounds of your wet pussy filled the room and you couldn’t help but cover your face in embarrassment.

“don’t you dare hide that beautiful face from me y/n. fuck- love hearing the sounds your wet cunt makes for me doll” chan says, his voice slightly raised which only added to the arousal you were feeling. “fuck baby you’re so sexy”

“chri- daddy! i’m gonna come!” you nearly scream out as you feel the knot in your stomach threatening to come undone. your head is thrashing against the pillow and your hands desperately cling to the duvet under you. chan worked his fingers faster inside of you and your mouth gapes open. you look up to see his face only inches away from yours.

“then come baby girl” he whispers down you ear and you do. hard. your body contorts so much from your orgasm anyone else would think you needed an exorcism. screams and curses where flying from your mouth as you threw your head back towards the headboard.

“fuck- chri- daddy FUCK daddy ahh” you cry as you ride out your orgasm, attempting to catch your breath as you come down. chan plants kisses on your sweaty forehead and down towards the tip of your nose.

“don’t ever believe you are not the most beautiful woman in the world. at least in my eyes darling”

[phdmama]

Ooh, I love the idea of the kiss meme you posted! I'd like to suggest #11, in joy, if that sparks anything creative for you! 🩷

Okay, this is literally pretty much SOOC (straight out of the camera, entirely unedited) and I even wrote it in the tumblr window?? I don't it's sort of a coffee shop-esque thing (in my head Draco is on an International Curse Breaking Team). Hopefully, it captures something for you! xox

It's an ordinary day at work. Slow, like it always is in the afternoons. Harry's already wiped down all the tables, refilled all the creamers and sugars. There's really nothing more to do and he's had more coffee than he probably should have, but in his defence, he works in a coffee shop. And he was up late writing to Draco. So now he's just kind of leaning against the counter, pushing his broom desultorily back and forth.

These deployments were hard enough when they were just friends; now that they're... this, whatever it is that this is, well. They're kind of agonizing, if Harry's being honest. And he can't even tell anyone because they'd agreed to keep it quiet until Draco gets back, and they can figure it out.

"Harry," says a voice from the doorway and Harry looks up with a grin.

"Ron," he says. "What are you doing here?"

"Closed up early," Ron says with an easy smile. "Thought I'd come see how you were doing."

Harry blinks at him. "I'm... fine?" he says finally.

"You sure about that?" Ron asks, and hums a few bars of Cursebreaking Man.

Harry drops the broom and covers his face with his hand as he groans. "Oh no."

"Oh yes," Ron says happily and drops into a chair.

"How did you know?"

Ron shrugs. "You're not exactly subtle, mate," he points out. "And that last night before Draco headed out, well. Let's just say, it was pretty clear you weren't off to do some grocery shopping."

Harry drops his hands, his cheeks warm. "That was months ago, though. Why haven't you said anything?"

Ron suddenly looks a little shifty but is saved by the bell, literally, as the doorbell jingles as Hermione and Luna walk in.

"Harry," Hermione says with exaggerated surprise. "How are you?"

"Okay," Harry says. "What the fuck is going on?"

"Oh nothing," Hermione says.

Luna opens her mouth to speak but Hermione throws an elbow and Luna closes her mouth so quickly, Harry can hear the click.

"Are there any more of those gingerbread cookies?" Hermione asks and Harry frowns at her.

"In the back," he says and then sighs, because whatever else is going on, Mrs Albertson will murder him if he doesn't actually perform his job duties and fulfil a customer's request, even if that customer happens to be his oldest and most meddlesome friend.

So he walks into the kitchen, opens the tin of gingerbread cookies that just happens to still be out on the counter from when Harry had been snacking earlier, carefully plates three cookies and heads back out into the cafe proper.

"You're pretty lucky I..."

His voice trails off because standing there in the doorway is...

"Draco?" Harry whispers. "Are you... what are you... You're here?"

His heart is racing and his hands start to shake, so Harry hastily thrusts the plate out and someone grabs it.

"What are you doing here? I thought you..."

Draco's not supposed to be back for another month is the thing.

Draco smiles. He looks tired, Harry notes and then takes a second look. Draco's hair is longer, and he looks far too thin, with circles under his eyes and his arm in a sling.

"Figured I'd stop by since I'm going to be back in town for a while."

Harry takes a step and Draco takes a step and then suddenly, they're both moving fast to meet in the middle. Harry brings his hands up to frame Draco's face, runs his thumb over the sharp cheekbones.

"Are you okay?" he whispers and Draco smiles, ragged, but so real and here and something like Harry up like a firework.

"I am," Draco says, and reaches out with his good arm to pull Harry closer. "I'm home."

"That," Harry says as he leans in, "is the best news I've ever heard," and then his mouth is on Draco's and nothing else matters but this.

[kenny-power]

Johnny cade x winston!reader where dal actually sees how happy reader makes him xox ❤️😘😝😍

How happy

J.C. x Winston!Reader (REQUEST)

Warnings: Language

Fluff, established relationship, word count: 1.8k

A/N - Hi babes! I hope I did this request justice <3 I accidentally made it a lil long, but oh well! Please please please send in requests, I love them!

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If anyone were to ask me to describe my brother, “understanding” and “patient” would not be words I would use. Now, “overprotective” and “irrational”? Those are words I’d use to describe him. 

Dallas Winston cares for only 2 things in his life; his baby sister and Johnny Cade. However, I don’t think he’d appreciate us being together. Which is why we have to sneak around behind his back. Dally just wouldn’t understand. 

So it’s totally not wrong to be climbing out of my window right now, with full intent to meet up with Johnny at the drive-in. Not wrong at all. 

Johnny and I have been dating for a few weeks now, but despite the relationship being new, the concept of us was not. Since high-tailing it out of New York with my brother, me and Johnny got along like fast friends. He was always the one who I went to when my brother did or said something to piss me off (which was often). Whether I was running from the cops or the socs, I knew I could always run to him. Likewise, anytime his folks were giving him a hard time, I’d be there. No matter the time, no matter where I was, I’m there for him. 

He’s been the love of my life since before I even knew what love was. 

And that’s why I just can’t tell Dallas. He wouldn’t understand. To Dally, I’m still the same 10 year-old kid that arrived in Tulsa with him, looking for a new start. Never mind the fact that I’m practically a grown-up now. I can legally drive and everything. Nope, to him, I’m still his kid sister who’s afraid of the dark and always asks for the extra pickle off his plate. 

Sure, life would be easier if I could tell Dal about me and Johnny. For example, I wouldn’t have to climb out of my window like I am right now in order to see Johnny. We would also be able to go on date, all proper-like, without Ponyboy as a chaperone to make it seem less date-y. But I can’t. Not only because Dally would have a conniption fit if he found out, but also because Johnny asked me not to tell. Not until he had at least a little time to work out a possible escape route. And who am I to tell Johnny ‘no’?

So, sneaking around is the only solution. And I’ve gotten pretty good at it, or so I thought. 

~

Johnny and I usually try to go to the drive-in for a date at least every other week. It’s not like we’re obsessed with watching movies, that’s more Pony’s thing, it’s just one of the only things we can do together without being too suspicious. Usually, Pony tags along with us, sitting a couple of seats away to give us at least a little bit of privacy. But Darry wouldn’t let Pony come out with us tonight - something about homework or studying, I don’t know - so tonight is one of the rare times that it’s just me and Johnny. I love nights like this. Nights where we can pretend everyone already knows about us and he can take me out like he wants and I can spoil him like he deserves. But for now, it’s still just pretend. I’m not really sure what movie is playing, some sort of western, but eventually I get tired of sitting around and get up to go get popcorn. 

“Hey doll,” Johnny protests when I untangle my arm from his, “where you going?” 

“Popcorn,” I say before leaning down to kiss his forehead. “Wanna coke?” He smiles back at me, blushing. 

“Thanks baby.” He says. Leaving my coat in my seat, I make my way to the concessions stand. It was one of those nights where it started out warm but eventually got pretty cold. So, I brought a jacket just in case. 

The concessions line wasn’t too long, but it was still several minutes before I started to make my way back to ours seats. However, I quickly ducked behind a trash can when I saw my big brother making his way towards Johnny and the empty seat next to him. The seat that still had my coat on it. Well, shit. 

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Johnny was sitting quietly in his seat, waiting for you to come back. This was his favorite kind of night - one where it was just you and him. Where you guys could just be a couple, without the fear of what your big brother would do. Now, don’t get him wrong, Johnny respects the hell out of your brother. How could he not? Dallas is the toughest greaser around who’s willing to do anything to protect his kid sister, even if that means thrashin’ someone who get a little too close to her. And that scares the hell out of him. 

It’s not like he wants to keep his relationship with you a secret. There’s just never a good enough time to bring it up. What’s he gonna do, waltz up to Dally and say “Oh, by the way, I’m madly in love with your sister and plan on marrying her one day.” Johnny doesn’t think he could even try to run fast enough to escape Dally’s wrath after saying something like that. 

But, if Johnny knows one thing, he knows that he loves you. More than life itself. He loves you so much that he’s willing to face the devil called Dally if that means you could be his forever. He’s just gotta work up the nerve to talk to Dallas. 

As if God (or the devil, depending on how you look at it) was listening to his inner thoughts, a heavy hand came down on his shoulder - shaking him from his reverie. 

“Johnnycakes! What a surprise, man. Didn’t think I’d see you here. I thought Pony couldn’t come out tonight?” Johnny nervously lifted his eyes and made saw the very person he was thinking about. Dallas. Well, shit. 

He cleared his throat nervously.

“H-Hey, Dal. What’re you doin’ here?” His was dry, the words sticking to the inside of his mouth. Dally scanned the crowd of other movie-goers before responding. 

“I’m lookin’ for my sister. Apparently she didn’t think she needed to tell me where she was tonight. So’s, I’m just lookin’ in all the usual places. Have you seen her-” Dally paused, clocking what was obviously his sister’s jacket in the seat next to Johnny. “Hey, man! Are you on a date?” Dal clapped Johnny on the shoulder appreciatively. “So, who’s the lucky broad? Where’s she at? Anyone I know?” He started scanning the crowd again, trying to find you. 

Johnny laughed nervously, “I guess you could say that.” He too began looking around, to warn you. 

Dal stopped looking around and peered at Johnny’s face, which he was sure was as red as a tomato by now. “Whaddya mean by that? You guess?” He squinted at him. “It’s not Sylvia is it? I told her me and Steve’d beat the tar outta her if she was sniffing around you again.”

“No, no!” Johnny said, a little too loudly. “It’s not Sylvia. Swear it, I wouldn’t ever mess with her.”

“Well, spit it out man. Why’re you bein’ so secretive?” Dallas leaned in closer to Johnny, fighting to keep the grin off of his face. 

~

I watch from behind the trashcan as my older brother starts to get in Johnny’s face. Not good, not good at all. So far, there hasn’t been any yelling or signs of anger from Dal, but knowing him, it was only a matter of time. 

Staring intently at the pair, I wait to make my move. (Whether that be high-tailing it out of there or going to rescue Johnny, I’m not sure yet.) Then, I make eye contact with Johnny and see him give a tiny nod. Guess that means it’s time to fess up. Taking a deep breath, I steel myself for the incoming conversation. This probably wasn’t going to be pretty. 

I walked up to the boys, carrying a popcorn and coke, trying to smile brightly (but it probably looks more like a grimace). 

“Hiya, Dallas. What’s new?” At the sound of my voice, Dal whips around and glowers at me. 

“Don’t give me that, you little shit. You snuck out. I’ve had enough with chasing you around town to make sure you don’t get killed or some shit like that.” Staring back at him, I don’t say anything. Instead, I move around him, put the food down, pick up my jacket from the seat, and sit down. Then, just because I could, I grabbed Johnny’s arm and put it around me. Not breaking eye contact with my brother the whole time. Johnny was tense beside me.

He clocked my intentions instantly. The bad part about growing up with him is that he is almost always able to read me to a T. 

“So,” he started, tensely, “so this is why you sneak out all the time? To hang out with Johnny without telling me? What, do you think I’m stupid, or something?” His voice was getting louder, anger increasing. Oh no. Maybe I shouldn’t have acted like that. “You’re an idiot, you know that?” That caught me off guard.

“Me?” I scoffed, incredulously. “Why am I an idiot?” Dal chuckled.

“You really think I wouldn’t notice my kid sister acting as if she was in love or something? Baby, I think I could pinpoint the exact moment you two started going steady.” I paled. Apparently I’m not as good of an actor as I initially thought.

“Are you mad at me, Dallas?” I asked quietly, looking up at him through my lashes.

“Aw, hell kid.” He sighed. “No, I’m not mad. I just wish you woulda told me. I can see how happy he makes you” He turned a pointed finger to Johnny, who was quiet and pale this whole time. “You. Have her home right after, no messing around, got it?” Johnny nodded.

“Ye-yes, I got it.” Dal smirked, satisfied. Reaching into his pocket, he fished out 5 bucks and handed it to Johnny. 

“Take her somewhere to eat after. Then, get some sleep. Cause in the morning, you and me are gonna have a talk.” Then, he turned to leave. I jumped up out of my seat.

“Dallas!” He stopped and turned back to me. I gave him a hug. “Thank you.” He ruffled my hair.

“Yeah, whatever kid. Go back to your boyfriend.” Pushing me off of him, he left. I made my way back to my seat. 

“I guess that wasn’t as painful as it could have been.” I said, tucking myself back under Johnny’s arm. 

“Yeah, that’s what you say. I’m the one who has to talk to him tomorrow.” I giggled and pecked him on the cheek.

“Oh my poor baby boy.” He blushed, but turned his head to face me. 

“You missed,” he whispered, and leaned his head in to kiss me deeply on the lips. 

[harryssunflowerkiwi]

‘KIWI’ Part 1.

Pairing: Harry Styles x Female Reader

Synopsis: You’re a famous designer. You meet Harry at a party and he is obsessed, but you’re not going to give in so easily.

Word Count: 3.7K

Warnings: Not much for this part! Some sexual undertones.

A/N: hello loves! This is my first fanfic ever and I’m writing it on my phone so please bare with me. If there are any grammar or spelling mistakes I apologize, I will do my best! There will also likely be smut in the next part! And please keep in mind that this is PURE FICTION and is in no way an accurate depiction of Harry Styles! It’s just for entertainment purposes only :) So without further disclaimers, let’s get into part one of a multipart series called ‘KIWI’ very loosely based on Harry’s song. I hope you enjoy, please let me know what you think and be kind xox

🥝Outfits mentioned in this part 🥝

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SEPTEMBER 3rd 2020~

You woke up to the sound of ‘dreams’ by Fleetwood Mac blaring from your phone that sat on the glass night stand beside your bed indicating that it was indeed already 6:30AM and therefor the time for you to leave your oh-so comfortable bed. The sun was shining ever so slightly through the crack between the black silk curtains that hung over the large window directly across from your bed, stinging your barely awake eyes. With a bit of hesitation you rolled over to turn off the alarm and swung your bare feet over the side of the bed letting them touch the cold hardwood floor of your bedroom. You made your way to the on suit to pee and brush your teeth. As the icy mint of your toothpaste hit your tounge you looked in the large mirror above the sink, you look tired. Of course you look tired, you’ve been getting three hours of sleep every night for the past month. Your hair is disheveled, no doubt from whoever you had kicked out of your apartment the night before after yet another hookup. You didn’t regret it, of course, you never do. He was a nice guy. Well, he was a decent lay at the very least. And he seemed to enjoy himself too so there’s no harm.

Just as you finished washing your face you heard your phone go off again. “Of course” you thought as you slowly made your way back into your bedroom where you had lazily threw your phone back on your bed before going to bathroom. You picked it up and squinted your eyes slightly to make out the name of the person calling. ‘JEFF AZOFF’. You sighed lightly and pressed answer.

“Jeff It’s not even 7” you said in a somewhat faux dramatic tone.

“oh stop y/n I know you’ve been awake for a bit” he replied and you could practically hear the smirk in his voice.

“What do you want” you sat back down on your bed and placed your left hand under your chin.

“I’m throwing a party at our place tonight and there’s no party without you”. You thought for a minute, knowing you couldn’t actually say no to a party, especially one being thrown by one of your best friends and his fiancé.

After about 30 seconds of silence you signed dramatically and said “You’re absolutely right, I’ll be there at 10 but next time tell me ahead of time. You are aware I have a business to run”.

Most of the morning was spent working through some designs, yelling at people for doing their jobs incorrectly, finalizing some details for London fashion week, and drinking copious amounts of coffee. You stood up from your “desk” (which was really just your kitchen island) with a stretch and looked down at your phone that was sitting on the counter, it was 8:43PM. Deciding that you should probably start getting ready for Jeff’s party, you walked back through your bedroom and into your walk-in closet to pick an outfit. “Alexa play get ready playlist” you yelled through your apartment and shortly after ‘girls in the hood’ started playing through out your apartment at full volume. Fully aware that Jeff’s spontaneous parties are generally pretty casual, after about 10 minutes you landed on your favourite pair of black Levi’s, a baby t that says “nobody’s pussycat”, a pair of black Gucci boots and grabbed your new fuzzy yellow and blue jumper in case you got cold (and also to throw over your shoulders for a bit of colour). Walking back into your bathroom you decided to do your makeup, since you had been working from home today and hadn’t put any on yet. You ended up doing some simple makeup, to not clash with the bright colors on your jumper and let your hair fall in loose curls. By the time you were fully ready it was just past 9:30, which was perfect because Jeff’s place was about a 20 minute drive from your apartment. You put your boots on, grabbed your yellow tinted Gucci glasses, your phone and keys and headed out.

Harry had gotten a very similar from Jeff as you, but it had come the day before. He was excited for the party, it’s been awhile since he’s been out anywhere but the studio. He’s been working on his new album tirelessly. Writing songs this time round was becoming increasingly more difficult, he’s felt dry of inspiration which is partially what he’s hoping a party will help with. Being around some new people and some of his closest friends. Jeff told him he was inviting some of his mates that Harry was yet to meet, which hopefully meant new experience outside the realm of ex girlfriends and band mates. He told Jeff he wouldn’t make it till around 11PM considering he’d be in the studio until 9 and he’d need time to make it home to change and shower before heading over and London traffic was an absolute nightmare, especially on Friday’s. Once he was done at the studio it was half nine, he sighed heavily as he left the lofty studio feeling the heavy weight of the pressure to write new material.

Once Harry arrived to his flat he immediately dropped his keys into the white and blue ceramic bowl he keeps by the door and swiftly kicked off his worn out vans. He was tired, but determined to make some worthy memories if not only for the sake of his future albums. Hell, maybe even just to blow off some steam. He needed that, badly. After making his way up the long spiral shaped stained oak stairs he walked briskly into the bathroom right across from his bedroom. He took his phone out of the back pocket of the light brown sweats he was wearing and glanced at the time 10:03PM. He let out another light sigh before hopping into the large black tiled shower. After a very quick shower filled with worried thoughts of where his career will go if he can’t write music, he hurried himself into his walk in closet with just a blush pink towel wrapped loosely around his hips and his phone in his left hand. Since he was already running slightly behind schedule and Jeff didn’t mention this party being anything but a casual gathering, he grabbed a pair of light blue YSL trousers and a simple white button down blouse to pair with his oh so worn down white vans, simply not having time to fuss about picking a new pair of shoes to match.

By the time Harry arrived at Jeff and Glenne’s flat it was five minutes to eleven. When he pulled up there were already around 10 cars parked around the house, some of which he recognized of course. He made his way up to the large front door after thanking his driver and knocked loudly, his various rings making a light clinking noise against the wood. About thirty seconds later the heavy door swung open to reveal Glenne who smiled widely when she saw him. “H!” She shrieked and pulled him in for a quick hug as she pulled him into the warm house.

“How’re ya Glenne” he smiled back enthusiastically as they entered.

“Good, good!, come let’s find Jeff and get you a drink” she said over the somewhat loud music that ran throughout the house. As Glenne guided him through the farmiliar house he took a moment to observe the people around him as they passed, seeing plenty of people that he knew well, a few he had met on a few occasions similar to this one, and some whom he’s never met. All together there were around 20 people, from what he could tell in passing.

Once they made it through each room of the well decorated house and into the bar area near the kitchen and dining area, he immediately saw Jeff leaning against the wall directly across from the doorway to the area. He was talking to a couple he recognized as Cathrine and Fred, two of their mutual friends, both worked in the music industry (Catherine being a well established sound engineer and Fred being one of the best producers in London). As they approached Jeff looked up and smiled excitedly at Harry and quickly pulled him in for a warm embrace. “Good t’ see you” Harry said as he smiled against his shoulder.

“Good to see you too H, glad you came. Nice to see you outside of that studio” Jeff replied with a small chuckle as they pulled away.

You had been at the party a total of fifty minutes and managed to down 3 vodka martinis and a glass of champagne without hesitation. You have always been able to hold your liquor, even though you didn’t usually drink more than twice a week. Not that much, you thought. Currently you were sitting on one of the two bright red sofas that sat Jeff and Glenne’s living room. You sat back against the velvet upholstery and had your left leg swung over yours and Glenne’s mutual friend Kassandra (or kassie as you called her).

You felt good, great even. It had been over 9 months since you had last seen any of these people. You had been living back and forth between New York City and London basically your whole adult life and just got back to London three days ago after being away for the most of the year. You were overjoyed to be back. You and Kassie were the only ones sitting on the couch to the right of the room, with a few others scattered throughout the living room. Some were standing and giggling by the fireplace, sipping on something strong you assumed based on how loudly they were conversing. There was a slightly less intoxicated couple sitting on the couch opposite of Kassie and yourself. You knew them well enough, although last time you saw them they were nothing more that friends and now they are very clearly together romantically. You didn’t mind though, not at all. You didn’t mind the noise, the increasingly drunker strangers and friends that passed through, you didn’t even mind the already almost-blackout strangers who thought they knew you and engulfed you in a rather tight hug. You felt relaxed and at home, as you always did when around Jeff and Glenne.

After about fifteen minutes of Jeff chatting Harry’s ear off about how excited he and Glenne were to be getting married, Glenne grabbed Harry’s arm. “Oh my god! H, I haven’t even introduced you to everyone yet have I?” She asked enthusiastically.

“I don’t believe you ‘ave” he replied with a small chuckle as he ran his free hand through his rapidly growing curls.

Before he knew it Glenne was guiding him through the house introducing him to a few people he hadn’t met yet. As they made their way into the living room he saw two girls sipping on what looked like martinis sitting on one of the couches. The two women were partially intertwined. One of them stood out though, almost like she controlled the room without even speaking. Harry stared at her, barely listening to Glenne talking beside him. She was incredibly beautiful, he thought. Her eyes and hands were effortlessly working together to capture everyone’s attention without even speaking. She wore a confidence he hadn’t seen before, even with his vast experience with super models and other celebrities alike. She looked like a royal, even in casual attire. He stood there, in the doorway completely stunned and rather confused as to why on earth he had never met her before.

“Earth to H?” Glenne said as she overdramatically waved her left hand in front of his face.

“Oh, um.. sorry, what were ya sayin’?” He replied as he quickly moved his gaze away from the stunning girl and back to his friend.

“Nevermind, cmon I need to indroduce you to Y/N and Kassie.” She mumbled quickly as she pulled him by his hand towards the very girl he was gawking at just moments before.

In the middle of Kassie making a dad joke in classic Kassie form, you spot Glenne walking over to where you are sitting rather excitedly with someone you immediately recognize as Harry Styles. Of course you knew who he was, and that Jeff was his manager and friend but you never had the chance to actually meet him. With both your schedules being as intense and unpredictable as they were it just never happened. You were a fan of his music, he is a very talented man but you definitely didn’t consider yourself a “stan”.

As they approached, Glenne turned to Harry and said “H, this is kassie!” As she pointed at her.

“Kassie works for Universal. Kassie this is Harry” she continued.

“S’ nice to meet you, Kassie” Harry said with a polite smile as he bent over to shake her hand lightly.

“And this” Glenne started as she turned her attention onto you. “Is one of my best friends, y/n! She’s the designer for KIWI” she finished with a smirk and a quick pat on your knee.

“Designer and founder actually love” You said as you glanced at Harry.

You extended your right arm out for him to shake and said “lovely to meet you, Harry. I’m y/n”. He seemed nervous which made you smirk a little. You thought it was cute.

As you placed your much smaller hand in his large ring clad one he responded with “S’ lovely to meet you too y/n. Big fan of your work”. His hand was a little sweaty but very strong and the shake itself was demanding which you liked.

Harry didn’t like how nervous he was talking to you, he’s not usually so anxious to speak to beautiful women. But, something about your incredibly strong eye contact and the way you said his name made his knees want to give out. He hadn’t lied when he said he is a fan of yours, he genuinely is. He loves your designs. Your ability to create pieces he’d never seen before, pieces completely out of the norm yet so easily fashionable was astounding to him. He had even worn some of your designs on tour and for a few interviews.

You took a sip of the martini that you held delicately in your right hand with a small hum in appreciation for his compliment. “M’ a fan of yours also, fine line is great” you reply as you glance down at your glass to find it empty. Harry takes a moment to revel in the fact that you enjoyed his latest work, before seeing your empty glass.

“Let me get ya’ a drink” he blurted out, not wanting the conversation to end.

“Mm I’ll come with” you agreed with a smile. Harry grabbed your hand again to help you up off the couch and away from Kassie who was now giggling with Glenne about something.

Harry keeps your hand in his as he guides you towards the bar. Once the two of you approach the bar he reaches for the glass in your hand and asks “what would ye like?”. You move your glance away from his and over to the large bar.

“I think we should do shots” you say with a big smile that makes Harry’s heart beat just a bit quicker.

“Shots it is then, love” he says with a small chuckle as he puts your dirty glass down and grabs two clear glass shot glasses.

“What liquor are we thinkin’?” He asked as he looks over the options.

“Oooh tequila for sure” you say confidently as you point at the bottle of expensive tequila.

“Mmm great choice” he praises as he grabs the bottle and proceeds to pour you each a shot.

“Cheers” you smirk as you grab your shot glass and clink it against the one in his hand. You make eye contact again as you down the shots in sync. As you lower your now empty shot glasses you realize how close you are to him, only about a foot and a half. Being this close to him makes you realize how handsome he is, his eyes are incredibly green and his shoulders are perfectly wide. His chocolate coloured curls sat harmoniously atop his head, one piece falling in front of his face seemingly by accident but it looked as it is meant to be there.

As Harry brought his shot glass away from his mouth and felt the strong burning sensation of the tequila making its way down his throat he stared at you. You’re eyes ostensibly checking him out, or atleast that’s what he convinced himself you were doing. In fact the combination of the warmth he felt in his stomach from the strong liquor and the minimal proximity between you and him was making him feel slightly dizzy. You truly were the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. He wanted to know everything about you, where you were born, your passions, your worst fears, what makes you wet, what makes you angry, who you care about. Literally anything and everything you were willing to tell him he was more than happy to hear about.

“How’d you know Jeff and Glenne?” Harry finally asked. You smiled as you thought about how you met them.

“Jeff and I have been friends since collage, and I met G about a year after we graduated. I indroduced them actually” you explained as your smile grew at the fond memories.

“Jeff manages you right?” you asked as you turned back to the bar and started making yourself another gin martini. Harry nodded as he watched you

“yeah e’ does, but we’re great mates too. A’ve been since before he started managing meh” he said as he turned towards you a bit more

“s’ crazy we a’vent met before this” he continued as you finished making your drink.

“It is, a shame really” you smirked. “If you’ll excuse me, I’m off to powder room” you took another sip of your drink as you began to walk away.

Harry watched you walk away, shamelessly staring at your bum and god was it nice. He was stunned to be quite frank. He wasn’t completely sure what it was about you (other than the obvious of course) that made him so enamoured by you but he couldn’t help it. He ran his hands over his face and let out a huff. Looking around and taking in his surroundings properly for the first time since he laid eyes on you, he noticed less people were there. He decided he’d find Jeff so he could more subtly wait for you to return.

When you come out of the bathroom you look around and notice there are seemingly only a few people left at the party. You grab your phone out of the back pocket of your jeans to check the time, the screen illuminates and shows 1:37AM. You let out a small huff, put your phone back in your pocket and decide to go find Jeff. You walk down the hall from the bathroom and into the living room to find Jeff and Glenne sitting on the couch you were sat at earlier. Beside them was Kassie and sat on the couch directly adjacent from them was Harry and a man you’d never met before.

“Hi loves” you say as you strut over to sit next to the man you’d never met. “Don’t believe we’ve met, I’m y/n” you say confidently with a smile and extend your hand for him to shake, which he does.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Mitch. I’m Harry’s guitarist” he says with a slightly awkward smile.

“Oh lovely” you nod. “Y/n is the designer for KIWI, Mitch” Harry says as he tilts his head forward a bit to look at you over where Mitch is sitting in between the two of you. You giggle slightly at the sudden interruption.

“Oh! That’s sick. We all love your work” Mitch says with an even bigger smile as he looks at you again.

“Thank you” you reply as you smile back at him just as enthusiastically.

“H is pretty much obsessed really, pretty sure he bought out most of your fall collection” Mitch gushes as he nudges his head towards Harry slightly. Harry gives Mitch a bit of a menacing look as he feels his cheeks heat up.

“Mmm obsessed is he?” You smirk as you move your glance back to Harry and take a long sip of your drink.

“Anybody who isn’t would be ‘ave to be blind, love” Harry said as his lips turned up into a smile, showing off his infamous dimples.

Just as you were about to reply to Harry’s bold compliment you heard Kassie let out a loud yawn from across the other couch. You turned your attention towards her as she said “think I’m gonna head out guys, it’s getting late”. She got up and Jeff and Glenne did as well. Kassie gave Jeff a hug.

“Think I’ll be going also, I haven’t watered my cactus since yesterday” you giggled as you walked over to hug Glenne and say your goodbyes. As soon as you let go of your embrace you noticed Harry was stood directly beside you.

“I’ll walk you t’ the door” Harry insisted and you nodded, following him to the front door.

“Love you Jeff! Love you G!” You yelled behind you.

Once stood in the entry way with Harry he said “really was lovely t’ meet ya”. You smiled and gave him a short hug.

“was lovely to meet you too Harry, thanks for havin a shot with me”. You went to grab the door handle to leave but Harry stopped you by grabbing your wrist lightly.

“Do ya think I could get ya numba’?” He asked as your gaze met his yet again.

You hummed in faux thought “now where’s the fun in that, love” you replied with a smirk as you turned back around, releasing your wrist from his grasp, opened the door and left.

[oneshots4u]

GUESS WHO FUCKIN WROTE SOMETHING AGAIN???????? Me xox

I’m super into gang/mob Harry rn so I wrote this as part of a little blurb series 🥺🥺🥺

STRIPPER Y/N and GANG LEADER HARRY (who owns the club obviously) have been dating for about 6 months. He loses his temper with her when tensions in the gang are mounting.

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You glanced at the clock as the last customers left the bar. 2.30am, an early finish. You opened the door to Harry’s office, smiling at the boys sitting in there.

“Harry, everyone’s gone,” your eyes landed on him. He was at the big leather chair behind a giant mahogany desk. The room was dim and smelled like whisky. He didn’t lift his eyes from his computer, forehead set in a deep frown.

“Okay, darling. Thank you for tonight,” he dismissed you as if you were just any of the other girls. He didn’t even sneak a glance at you standing in your lingerie. Did he forget you’d made plans tonight? Your smile faded slightly, but you just nodded and backed out of the room, sensing he was a little busy.

You changed out of your stage attire and makeup into your jeans, an oversized t shirt and converse, before going back out into the bar. It was completely empty now, even the bar staff had finished cleaning and counting up and had left. You glanced at the clock again: 3.10.

You knocked on the door of the office softly, before opening it and sticking your head in. Everyone was still sat there.

“Hello guys,” you smiled. They all nodded back. “Just to let you know, the bar staff have all left. We’re good to go whenever.” Harry always liked to be the last to leave, but often had to be told when this was as he was cooped up in his office for a lot of the night. This time, he gave you a fleeting glance, nodding curtly. You took this as your cue to leave. Why was he being so weird with you tonight?

You retreated back to the dressing room and sat on the couch, scrolling through your phone to kill some time. You didn’t even realise you’d fallen asleep until your eyes were opening again. Sunlight streamed through the frosted window of the large dressing room. The clock read 5.25am. You rubbed your eyes, exhaustion overwhelming. The level of tiredness you felt was enough to make you want to cry, and your aching muscles protested when you forced yourself up to go to the office once again.

You pushed open the door.

“Harry, is it time to head-“

“Oh would you just fuck off, y/n?!” Harry shouted across the room. All of the men froze. Your eyes widened, mouth slightly agape. You blinked slowly, before simply turning and leaving the room, head hung.

“Mate, do you not think that was a bit harsh?” Niall asked. Harry rolled his eyes, turning his attention back to his computer.

“Yeah, I’m not gunna lie Harry, that was a bit uncalled for,” Louis continued, leaning back in his chair to look through the open door to see if you were hovering outside. You weren’t. Harry still didn’t respond, but he softened. The door of the main entrance of the club opened and closed quietly.

“It’s been a really stressful week, guys,” Harry eventually tried to defend himself.

“A stressful week doesn’t mean you take it out on her though. She doesn’t know what’s going on. All she knows is you stay in this room all fucking day then leave her to get home alone when her shift finishes.” Liam was angry at him, and wasn’t trying to hide it.

You’d grown very close to his men since Harry had opened up to you about what he did and who they all were a couple months ago. They’d even have some meetings at Harry’s while you were there, and they didn’t mind you walking in in your pyjamas to make a tea or grab a snack. They DEFINITELY didn’t mind when you came over with something you’d baked that morning. This also meant they were more protective of you. To them, you were one of the gang now, even though Harry would never officially let you join. Whenever you were on the club floor selling drinks, dancing on stage, doing lap dances, one of them was always watching. You’d noticed that whenever someone was particularly disrespectful they’d be removed instantly. They protected you from the creeps in the bar, they stopped the bouncers from hitting on you, they even would watch you get into your car and leave if Harry wasn’t driving you, so if they had to protect you from their boss, they would.

“She can’t keep fucking bothering me!”

“Why not? Because you won’t talk to her about work so she doesn’t actually know you’re stressed out?” Harry was stumped with that one. “Mate, you need to use your brain. She’s got no idea why you just shouted at her. She’s got no idea about the threats or the cancelled shipments. All she knows is her boyfriend is acting like a dick. Go find her and apologise.” Liam borderline demanded. Harry glanced at his watch and had to do a double take. It was 5.30?! You’d finished work three hours ago and had stayed around for him, and he’d thrown it back in your face. Sighing and running a hand through his hair, he simply nodded and stood, picked up his jacket, and swept out of the club.

Driving home, he grew more and more frustrated. He realised all the things that he had done wrong, he couldn’t imagine how you felt. Of course, he didn’t want you involved in the gang in any sense, but you didn’t know a single thing they did, so how could you have known there had been threats on peoples’ lives this week? People had even been seen hanging around the club, checking it out, scaling it up. You couldn’t know, all you knew was your boyfriend had made your favourite food and you were gunna go back to his place after work for a cosy night. He prayed you’d gone to his house.

Throwing open the front door, Harry breathed an audible sigh of relief when his eyes landed on your handbag and shoes tossed to the side. You’d come home. He bounded up the stairs three at a time to come find you, but skid to a halt when he met you on the landing. You were holding a duffel bag. You’d been crying. Slowly, you placed the bag on the floor and looked up at him with a steely glare.

“Sweetheart,” Harry started toward you. “I’m so sor-“

“No!” You shouted, pushing him away from you harshly. His jaw dropped. “No, you don’t just give me a hug and apologise to me and assume everything will be okay!” Tears welled in your eyes and you wiped them away furiously. Harry was taken aback. “You can’t talk to me like that. You can’t treat me like that.” You sounded a lot more dejected now, resigned, tired. It was at this point Harry noticed the bags under your eyes. “You kept me up so late last night, and you knew I was working tonight.” He couldn’t stop the smirk creeping onto his face when he thought of what you’d been up to the night before. In a fit of pure rage, you threw the makeup bag in your hand at him. He dodged it.

“Okay! Okay, I’m sorry. It’s not funny. Carry on.”

“I just figured you needed some time away from me for a little bit. All of my stuff is here,” you explained, looking down at the bag you’d packed. “I can’t find my glasses, though, so if you see them can you-“ you were cut off by Harry snatching the bag from the floor and stalking back into his bedroom. “Harry!” You shrieked, following him. By the time you’d caught up, he had already taken out your toiletry bag and was unpacking it in the bathroom. His back was turned, but in the mirror you could see his expression. He looked angry, he looked hurt. Slowly, you came up behind him, placing a hand on his back. His fingers were trembling when he placed your toothbrush back beside his.

“Harry, talk to me,” you whispered, sensing something deeper was at play here.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered, still turned away from you. “I didn’t- didn’t know what time it was. Shit’s been so bad lately. I really didn’t mean to lash out at you, darling.” You sighed. You wanted to forgive him, but he had lashed out so easily. Noticing your hesitation, he turned around to finally look at you. He looked pained. “Please don’t go,” he whispered, voice cracking. “I know I hurt you. You don’t have to forgive me, but please stay.” Honestly, you were shocked at you emotional he was. This man, this huge, tattooed, mysterious man with a gun strapped to his hip, was almost in tears over you.

“Okay,” you whispered. “I’ll stay.” Harry’s shoulders relaxed at this.

“Can I touch you?” He asked quietly. You nodded, a small smile creeping onto your lips. Instantly, you were swept up in a bone-crushing hug, feeling Harry’s face buried into your neck. He inhaled deeply, sounding a little shaky. You reached up to scratch his scalp in the way he loved, and heard him mumble an “I love you.”

You froze.

So did he.

“What?” You asked. Harry pulled away to look at you, a small smile making his dimples show. “Harry, what did you just say?”

“I said “I love you”,” he replied casually, in full confidence. His arms moved to hang around your hips. You could physically feel your heart fill with joy.

“I love you too,” you replied, leaning up to kiss him. He kissed you back feverishly, passionately. This kiss held every emotion you’d both felt for the past hour, it was tender and understanding. It connected you. Without you even realising, tears had begun to spill from your eyes. Harry pulled away quickly, wiping your cheeks with his thumbs.

“What’s wrong, darling?” You sniffled deeply.

“I’m sorry I shouted at you, and pushed you, and threw my makeup bag at you,” you whimpered. Harry giggled quietly.

“I deserved it, don’t be silly. Now, I believe I owe you dinner,”

“It’s 7am,”

“I cooked you dinner, so let’s have dinner for breakfast,”

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DOES ANYONE WANT A PART 2????? WHERE HE ~really~ MAKES UP FOR IT? 😏😏😏😏😏

[kimnjss]

doitagain!yoongi | a-z

⤑  series: do it again

⤑ genre: smut, rapper!yoongi x model!reader, idol au

⤑ rating: explicit. // nd unedited.

⤑ warnings: smut talk... (mentions of) oral sex (f/m. receiving), penetrative sex, cumplay, masturbation, degradation kink, edging... c

⤑ A/N: im still a wh0r3 for do it again min yoongi and nope , i don’t want to do a thing about ittt , thank you very much xox .

A = Aftercare (what's he like after sex):

Even if you try to act like you're not, Yoongi knows that you're very particular with how you're treated after sex. Especially considering, he was the least bit gentle when fucking you, it was like you needed that reminder that he didn't mean the degrading words you loved to hear him mumble during. It didn't take long for him to recognize that you enjoyed taking a bath right after and in realizing this, he was always hoping out of bed without out a word to draw you one.

B = Body Part (his favorite body part of his and also yours):

Let's be real, Yoongi is not one to beat around the bush when it comes to you. Although, he liked every part of you from the tips of your fingers to the soles of your feet... it was obvious that his favorite part would be your pussy. From the way you taste to the way it squeezed around him, he could spend hours playing with you and not get bored.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum basically...):

You didn't really like the taste of cum that much, would still swallow if he finished in your mouth but preferred not to... Yoongi, knowing this, would always opt to paint your breasts with his cum instead. He also really liked the way your tits glistened with his arousal after.

D = Dirty Secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of his):

No matter how indifferent he acted when you did it, Yoongi really... like really liked when you said 'I love you' during sex. He loved to hear it in general, but while he was buried inside of you, making you whine and squirm... and he hears the breathless words leave your lips, it drives him crazy.

E = Experience (how experienced is he? does he know what he's doing?):

Yoongi is definitely experienced, but only when it comes to you. He knows what you like and how to get you right to the edge. You've been together for so long, so he was able to take the time to get to know your body it was basically second nature at this point.

F = Favorite Position (this goes without saying...):

Your studio visits are at the top of Yoongi's list, especially because they always seemed to end with you on his lap while he worked. It was his favorite to have you bouncing on his cock, while he lazily played with your clit – trying his hardest to keep his focus on the tracks he's supposed to be mixing.

G = Goofy (is he more serious in the moment, or is he humorous, etc.):

Yoongi is not serious, but wouldn't be as far as goofy. He's just comfortable around you and since you two have a few years under your belt – there is a sort of familiarity that comes with it, so the need to be serious or overly cautious takes the door.

H = Hair (how well-groomed is he, does the carpet match the drapes? how does he like you?):

As long as you're not complaining he doesn't care. Can't be bothered to keep up with it and sometimes lets the hair grow out wildly. He always keeps it clean and will be quick to get it trimmed if you were to make the slightest comment about it. As for you, he had no preference. Would compliment your clean shave, because he knew you'd appreciate it but wouldn't care either way.

I = Intimacy (how is he in the moment, romantic aspect...):

No room for romance. Tied in with his difficulty to freely announce his love for you, Yoongi wasn't a real big fan of the mushy romance that most guys displayed for their girlfriends. He did, though, make up for it with sweet things (i.e, always running a bath for you after sex).

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon):

Yoongi hates, absolutely hates, having to jerk off. Thinks its an unnecessary hassle that he'd rather just wait for you to do. The only time he'd be alright about it, if you were in the same room doing it too – with the promise of some one on one time right after.

K = Kink (one ore more of his kinks):

Biting. Spit. Face Sitting. Yoongi was always leaving bites on your neck, chest, collarbones, a nibble hear and there when he was eating you out. He liked the sound of your squeals at the feeling of his teeth sinking in and found the look of a love bite darkening your skin cute.

He likes it sloppy, when you're going down on him... when you're making out. When he's eating you out. It turns you on too, he can tell which has a lot to do with why he likes it so much. The way your eyes darken whenever he's getting ready to spit in your mouth has his cock twitching without a beat.

Just as much as Yoongi liked eating you out, he liked it more when you were sat on his face while he did it. A different feeling when you were grinding your heat down onto his tongue, his arms looped around his thighs. Plus, more often then not, you were falling forward to suck him off in the process.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do):

His studio. Most of his time was spent there anyway, and although, he was trying to get better at balancing his time and being more attentive with you... a lot of your dates were spent in the studio. Yoongi asked you many times if it bothered you and for the most part, you didn't seem upset about it. He never hesitated to take a break, though... taking you on the couch or in his studio chair...

M = Motivation (what turns him on, gets him going):

The sound of your voice. Now, Yoongi wasn't popping boners each time you opened your mouth to speak. But because you were hardly that vocal when it came to fucking, he was always noticing when you were more... expressive than normal. That automatically translates to him doing a good job, which egged him on well.

N = NO (something he wouldn't do, turn offs):

Threesomes. He is not into sharing you and won't even consider it for a second. Whether it was with a girl or a guy, it's a big NO.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.):

Giving. Although, Yoongi didn't mind if you were to suck him off – he didn't really need it as much as he needed to be between your legs. More often than not, he was waking you up with his tongue or stopping work just to have a taste of you... that was enough for him.

P = Pace (is he fast and rough? slow and sensual? Etc.):

Fast and rough unless he's tired... but even still it's hardly ever sensual. You like the way he rag dolls you, so he's never hesitating to let himself loose and do just that.

Q = Quickie (his opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often... etc.):

Quickies are definitely a necessity for the two of you. Because his schedule is so jam packed and you're getting so much more recognition with your modeling, the two of you don't really have that much time to just be any more. Which meant when you see each other is really the only time that you guys have to be together... that didn't leave much time for romance.

R = Risk (is he game to experiment, does he take risks):

Yoongi doesn't really care for taking risks, when it came to your sex life. There would be times where you'd fool around a bit in public... but nothing too serious that it could be considered risky. At the same time, though, he's so whipped for you that if you were suggesting something like that – he couldn't see himself refusing. S = Stamina (how many rounds can he go for, how long does he last...):

Two or three rounds would be his limit, long breaks in between but all in the same night. He can last for a while, since most of the focus was on you while fucking. Yoongi liked to get you off a least twice before he even began worrying about himself. T = Toy (does he own toys? does he use them? on a partner or himself?):

No toys. They're useless in his eyes. If you felt like you needed one, he'd just clear his schedule and do it himself.

U = Unfair (how much does he like to tease?):

Yoongi loves to tease you, but hardly in the bedroom. It's more so during the day when you were just out and about. He'd do little things that he knew would turn you on, or let his hands linger a bit too long, kiss you a little bit sloppier. Knowing that you'd be begging to go home so he can do all those things properly. V = Volume (how loud is he, what sounds does he make?):

Not so loud, but very vocal. Yoongi likes to tell you all the dirty things he has in store for you (always delivering), enjoying your reaction to the crude things he says to you. Praise is a big thing for him, because things often get intense between the two of you – he's always telling you how good you've been. W = Wild Card

In the event the two of you can't see each other for a long time. Either you're traveling for work or he is doing shows out of time... he would call you at night where you two would have FaceTime sex. Most times he'd just watch you get yourself off, but he'd be joining in if he was real turned on.

X = X-Ray (let's see what's going on in those pants, pictures or words):

Long and veiny. A little bit on the thicker side with balls a bit big. They're sensitive too, and he likes it a lot when you include during blowjobs.

Y = Yearning (how high is his sex drive?):

Very high. Everything you do is sexy to him and is down to fuck whenever you wanted. Even if he was exhausted, he'd still muster up all the energy he could to pull at least two rounds before he's falling asleep.

Z = Zzz... (how quickly does he fall asleep afterwards?):

Yoongi tends to fall asleep rather quickly after you've fucked. Especially if he joins you in the bath, he might fall asleep in the tub or the moment you're exiting and laying down together.

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The summer you came to me (Wolfstar)

a/n: hey everyone this is going to be my newest series after i finished summer at the burrow yesterday i wanted to write a ship instead of x readers. the updates will likely be once a week but it will most likely vary greatly. i love all of you, xoxo -Ally 

p.s.: i don’t know the creator of the art and found it off of google images if you know pls comment it i really want to give credit for the work. :)

Summers had never been overly entertaining, for all his life Remus had spent them alone only in connection to kids his age benign the letters he would send and receive from the other marauders. Detailed explanations of pranks James was planning, and descriptions of trips to Paris from Peter, letters containing only a few words from Sirius to simply let everyone know that he is alive. But those were only letters. It never bothered Remus and he never found himself lonely, he had his books and music and that old muggle town near his house that he could ride his bike to if he ever felt like it. 

Late June had come with a heatwave sweeping through wales bringing temperatures higher than before Remus can remember. Laying on an unmade bed in the center of a messed room Remus was trying to fall back asleep despite it being three in the afternoon and most definitely time to wake up.  

When finally rising he went straight to the shower and turned it to as cold as he could before getting in and singing in relief that the cold water brought to him. The bathroom window was cracked ever so slightly to let some of the pent up humidity out. The water was soothing but could only last for so long before his legs grew tired and he needed to get out. 

Laying on his bed once again now only waiting for some swimming shorts Remus grabbed a book from the floor next to his bed,  raise the titanic. It was a new adventure book that had just come into the bookstore in town. 

Though much of the day had passed and it was now a late eight forty-five, Remus was wide awake, several factors played in this but the most important one was the fact that he had woken up at three pm. Sitting by the window he had known that his parents were asleep long ago or this never would have been an option. He walked over to the little wooden box on his bookcase and pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Sitting down on the window sill he grabbed a book from next to him and began to read through it quickly realizing that it was a collection of Shakespeare sonnets. He takes a pen from his desks and underlines passages that make him think of someone, though he has had a hard time coming to terms with this he has finally realized that he is well and truly in love with his best friend. “Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.” he read through this and marked it with a blue pen, he didn't know why he marked them, but it made him feel like if he was to lose everything else in his life he would have these words and that would be enough for him. “The course of true love never did run smooth.”  

A barking knocked him out of the thoughts that had welled in his mind, the noise of the forest was never so loud, or so close. There below his window sat a beaten up black dog carrying something small in its mouth whimpering up at his figure. Stubbing his cigarette out on the side of the house Remus walked down the stairs lightly careful to avoid the third step from the bottom so the squeaking does not wake anyone up. 

“Pads come!” he called from the back porch steps. The dog began to walk back over to the tall figure waiting for him but turned back to a human only steps before collapsing in Remus's arms.  “Are you okay? Siri look at me” the other boy lifted his head and Remus began to take in his injuries,  from the looks of it he had a deep slash against his chest from the staining on his shirt that was probably still losing blood. As well as a gouge through his left eyebrow. 

“Th-they were going to kill, kill me” he stammers out the last before collapsing back onto Remus's shoulder and letting out a quiet choked out sob. Thankful for once in his life for his heightened abilities he reaches down and grabs the small object that padfoot was carrying and pocketing it before picking up Sirius under his legs and carrying him to his room. 

When finally sat down on his bed Remus fetches some warm water and dittany to heal over his cuts, the cloth made Sirius flinch every time he ran it over his skin, it hurt Remus that he was the one now scaring him but he had to remember that this was for his own good, he would bleed out if he didn't heal over his cuts. 

Thirty minuets later Remus dropped the  bloody cloth into the water for the last time and looked Sirius over one last time. 

“Okay pads?” he didn't know what he expected, from what he gathered his parents had just tried to kill him,  there was no other option he had only ever seen a gash so deep once, and he was a werewolf those were different circumstances. 

Remus got an old pair of pajama pants and handed them to Sirius to put on well simultaneously throwing  Sirius old clothing in the bin to be washed. He picks up the things left along the windowsill, when he turns back Sirius was Waring the pants and pulling his hair into a bun. 

“Ill explain what going on tomorrow, we should sleep” 

“Okay” Remus mulls up the flat sheet knowing that Sirius cannot sleep without blanket over him but will overheat if he has anything else. 

Sirius instantly crams himself into Remus’s side making as little free space as possible, their legs tangle, and Sirius’ head lays down on his chest seemingly finding comfort in his heartbeat for the first time in what seemed to be a while Sirius’ face relaxes and his breathing evens out. Remus finds comfort in the bare skin of his chest pressed against Sirius. He knows that he is alive and that was all that matters , at least for now. 

“Thank you moons” Sirius mumbles into Remus’s skin, barely awake but just awake enough to know that he heard it when he said “always” ---

a/n: this was not betad I am looking for someone who would like to do that for me, as well as you know some friends. so message me if you are interested or just want to chat. xox

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Running away from abusive boyfriend with Calum??! Like cal and the reader used to date but broke up, they fall in love again and then the run away. This will actually fuck me up. Thanks xox

this is a very sensitive topic for some people so i am putting a warning beforehand. if you ever need to talk to anyone about abuse or anything like that please do not hesitate to contact me 💓

hand in hand

TW: mentions of abuse and abusive relationships.

The thunderstorm didn't help the fact that she was standing outside of Calum's house again. Her hands knocking on the door desperately as she looked around the patio, her body shaking from both the rain and her fears. It felt like she'd been running for days now, ever since her boyfriend had seen her and Calum at the park, he'd lost it. He'd gone over and all she could do was grab whatever clothes and possessions she could before running out the door. Her head snapped back to the door as she heard it creak, her eyes meeting the brown eyes she'd been too afraid to come see.

She'd met Calum when they were in university. He'd been kind enough to show her around the campus and help her find her classes on her first day. She remembered his kind eyes and the way he laughed with her during their lunch that day. It wasn't long before his friends became hers and their friendship turned into something more. Late nights studying at the library turned into studying in each other's dorm rooms until they'd get distracted with one another.

But things weren't perfect, the stress of adulthood and college weighed on their shoulders. As graduation loomed in their future, their relationship fell apart, future jobs and travel splitting them apart before they really ever had a chance to flourish. But she could never forget about the boy with brown eyes who showed her around their university. The boy who she gave herself too only for it to break apart too quickly.

But there he was standing in front of her, his tired eyes looking at her in confusion. He was shirtless, his tan skin decorated in the tattoos that were more meaningful to him than any other possession he owned. He looked peaceful, looked calm and she felt guilty because she was seconds away from ruining the peacefulness from him. She remembered the first day she'd see him again after their graduation as he looked into his eyes. She'd just finished up her shift at the museum, the sun was still shining high in the sky as she made her way over to the small cafe. He had been standing by the counter waiting for his drink, his eyes meeting hers for the first time in what seemed like years. They'd both frozen, all of the shared memories rushing back to them both. One thing led to another that day, a hug and a kiss on the cheek, a promise to see each other again, and the exchanging of numbers.

"I-I need your help." she finally breathed out as Calum led her into the living room, "He's lost it," she choked out, "He accused me of cheating on him and when I told him you were just an old friend he just...he started throwing things and then he..."she frowned, her hand falling to her side as she gripped it in pain. Tears finally fell from her eyes, all of the fear and adrenaline she'd been holding in leaving her as Calum held her close. "He said if he ever saw me again he wouldn't hesitate again." she sobbed out, her head falling into her hands as her shoulders shook with her sobs. "He had a knife up to my fucking throat and I...I didn't know what to do so I ran away. I didn't want to come here first, I didn't want him to find me here and then he'd hurt you but I don't...I didn't know where to go. I need to, I need to leave the city, leave the country! He had dangerous friends, Cal, I-I don't want to.."

Calum frowned and pulled her close, his hand rubbing her back as he listened to her, his mind running through countless decisions. His first thought was to find the asshole who had someone found the way into her heart and beat him to the ground. He was angry, hell, he had never been more angry in his life. The woman he had fallen in love with, the woman he was still in love with, was sitting on his couch in tears, her body filled with fear. He didn't know what to do, he didn't know how he could solve her problem, he could call the police, but he knew that would just make him angrier, more dangerous.

"Let's get you into the shower, okay? You need to warm up." Calum finally said as he took a deep breath, "Then we'll leave." he nodded as he stood up, his arms leading her body towards the bathroom. He watched as she stepped into the bathroom, her hands shaking as she turned the knob. "I'll....I'm going to pack a bag, okay? We can leave the city for a few days, clear our minds and think of a plan." he nodded and sighed, walking over to his bedroom. His hands worked quickly as he grabbed the suitcase out of his closet, stuffing whatever clothes he could find.

Time seemed to move in blur, Calum remembered packing up his bag in the back of his car. He remembered texting his boss and telling him he had a family emergency he had to attend to, remembered looking over as she walked out dressed in his clothes, remembered when they'd both rushed out to his car in the middle of the night, the thunderstorm stronger than ever. Before Calum even realized what he was doing, the highway signs welcomed them to a city he'd never heard of, the sun rising as life in the small city seemed to wake up.

Her hand in his grounded him. She hadn't let go of it since he'd gotten back into the car after stopping for gas. Even now as she was asleep in the passenger seat, her fingers were still curled around his, her eyes puffy from all the crying she'd done. Calum didn't know what was going to happen between them, what their life was going to become. He didn't know if he'd ever see his house again or if he'd ever get to see his office on the fourth floor that had the nice view of the museum across the street. But Calum had the love of his life next to him and he was going to do everything in his power to make sure that no one was going to hurt her again.

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Daycare 0.2|T.Holland

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Author’s Note: I went along and tagged everyone that commented on the last part not knowing if you guys wanted to be tagged or not. Also part 3 maybe? But please stay safe and wash your hand's guys, Love Ari xox

Liam’s first day resulted in numerous phone calls and text messages from Tom, followed by a string of apologies from Harrison. Evelyn, however, was used to this type of behavior from first-time parents, but it was safe to say she had a soft stop for Tom. His situation wasn’t easy, he was caring for a child that not only wasn’t biologically his but a child he had no prep for. Liam, however, proved to be a rather laid back child, not giving his classroom teachers a problem.

Each morning after dropping Liam off in his respected classroom, Tom always made sure to stop by Evelyn’s office to see how she was doing, and for of course thanking her for being so patient and kind. She had been so helpful during this transition, and he wasn’t sure what he’d do without her. Evelyn was always more than willing to answer any doubting questions Tom had about parenting, and just about life in general. He hated to admit it but he looked forward to those few minutes the two shared each morning.

He wasn’t sure how it had happened, but somewhere between Liam’s second and third week there, he noticed a change. Tom found himself texting her less about Liam and his day, but more about how she was. Sure, he stilled asked the usual questions about his son, but he couldn’t help but wonder about her. He wondered if the kids in toddler room six were giving you a hard time again, he worried if you got enough rest the night before. He wasn’t sure what it was but he felt himself slowly falling for her and it scared him.

It was a Wednesday morning, also one of your favorite days of the week. Upon walking into the daycare center he couldn’t help but notice that something was off, the Christmas decorations where no longer hanging around but it was in the transition to spring. Flowers built from children's faces were being hung up on the walls of the young interns from the local school. The usual receptionist was replaced but who he knew to be the co-director of the daycare, being Evelyn’s friend and co-worker Sophia.

She smiled brightly at Tom helping him sign Liam in before directing him to the room saying the teachers were waiting for him. Thanking her softly, he tugged along the hallway talking softly with his son as he entered the room. He couldn't help but smile as he watched him so quickly adapt to his surroundings before waving the teachers goodbye after giving them a quick rundown of Liam’s morning. He started making his way towards Evelyn office before Sophia called out to him.

“Oh, sorry Tom, she’s not in today,” Sophia mumbled softly as she nervously played with her wedding ring. It wasn’t that Tom scared or anything, he was definitely one of the more intimidating parents. Tom was the definition of success and power, not like Sophia didn’t know. She and Evelyn had exchanged a few words about Tom. It was clear that the single father cared for her boss.

“Oh.”

He couldn’t help the frown on his face as he fiddled with the sleeves of his suit. Evelyn was never absent, at least not that he knew of. He knew how much pride she had in her business much like of his own. He wasn’t sure what to do, he’s not seen her when he drops Liam off. It was strange to him to go on with his day without seeing her, without giving Evelyn a tight hug and having her assure him that whatever deal he was working on would play out alright.

He was missing that small little moment with her, a moment that meant more to him than he would like to admit. Since leaving the center this morning it was clear to everyone around him that he wasn’t himself this morning, yet he couldn’t bring himself to text her. What if she were busy, or what if she were with someone. He knew it was silly to even think that way but it was hard not too when he had blooming feelings for Evelyn.

It’s now Friday and he still hasn’t heard anything from Evelyn, she hasn't been into work since Tuesday and even then she apparently left early. It wasn’t that he was stalking her, no not at all. He had the pleasure of finally being able to pick Liam up from daycare that noon and ran into her at the parking lot. Evelyn assured him all was well and that you would be back to work bright and early on Wednesday morning. Clearly, that wasn’t the case.

Tom curled his lips as he tapped his pen on the stack of papers he should be overlooked but it was safe to say his concern was eating away at him. Sighing he reaches for his phone before a slight knock broke him. Cleaning his throat he gave permission fo the person to enter.

“Hey mate.” Harrison smiled as he walked in fixing the tie around his neck. Taken on look at his friend he frowned lightly taken a seat before him. “alright?”

He nodded his head knowing that Harrison would probably know what's going on with her. Yet, Tom wasn't sure he wanted to ask, he knew Harrison speculated that Tom had growing feels for the young woman and the last thing Tom wanted was to confirm to Harrison.

“Yeah, just a bit tired..”

“Oh sounds good, I just wanted to give you these progress reports,” he stated as he handed over the folder he had been holding. Tom thanked him before Harrison left not before promising to stop by later tonight for their beer night over at Tom’s flat.

That’s how Harrison and Tom had gotten to where they were now, Liam was safety tucked in his crib out like a light. The baby monitor was sitting near the table in view of both men as a random movie played not that either was paying attention. Harrison was going on about some random date he had been on two days ago, it wasn't fair for Tom to be laughing at his friends failed dates when he hadn't been on one since Liam’s adoption.

“Oi, you have no room to judge you twat.” he huffed throw a handful of nuts at his friend causing Tom to shake his head. “Plus, don’t you think you should maybe play the field?” he added testing the waters.

Tom couldn’t help but frown at the thought, it was hard enough not knowing people's intentions now he had a son to consider and the thought of dating scared him. He wasn't in the same situation as Harrison was, he didn't have a child to consider.

“I just don’t think I’m ready, plus I haven't found anyone.” he shrugged as he took a swing of his beer, what he said wasn’t a total lie. He truly didn't think he was ready for dating again, in fact, the mere thought had him itching.

“Not trying to pressure you to mate, just think it’ll be good for you to have some adult time with someone.” he smiled softly as Tom knew he was right.

“I’ll work on it.” was all he mumbled not wanting to have Harrison think of some crazy idea. That seemed to be enough as Harrison brought his attention back to the screen. Tom leaned back closing his eyes softly, that was when he felt the buzzing of his phone from beside him.

He pecked from one eye, his body going numb at the contact. The one person he had been secretly missing, not that he’d admit to anyone was calling. Quickly excuse himself he walked towards the kitchen answering the phone.

“Hey, darling.”

Evelyn eyes widen from the other side of the phone, that was most definitely not Sophia. She signed softly chewing on her bottom lip knowing she was gonna have to answer. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to call you..” she breathed out holding in the cough that was trying to escape.

He couldn’t help but frown at her voice, she sounded exhausted almost as if she hadn't been getting enough sleep. His chest tightened as he breathed out.

“No it’s fine, everything okay?”

“I’m fine, it’s nothing really.”

“But is it?” he questioned as he played with the beer caps laying on the. counter before him. “You haven't been to work these past few days, is everything alright?” he asked as her heart softened at his words.

“Sorry about that, I should’ve warned you,” she mumbled feeling guilty. She knew how hard it was for Tom, he’d express it to her every once in a while. With everything happening and how she was feeling and she completely has forgotten to inform the teachers to give him small updates throughout the day.

“I’ve just been ill is all.” she finally breathed out as a rather bad cough escaped her lips. Her body aching as her eyes closed a few tears escaping them from the pain she was feeling in her throat. Tom couldn’t help but feel a wave of worry spread through him. In a matter of seconds, he was searching his cabinets for coughing medicine his mum sworn on and the one lemon ginger tea he liked to sip on while ill.

“Do you need anything?” he breathed out as he reached for a small paper bag dropping everything inside. He knew it was crazy but he needed to be there for her. She was willing to handle him with his anxiety about Liam and he wanted to be there for her.

“It’s fine, I’ll call Sophia.” she insisted as he shook his head demanding that he go over and help her. He even promised that Liam would be in good hands. Signing she caved and asked him for some cough drops and maybe a few tissues and a bottle of ginger ale. Writing everything down, Tom ended the call quickly before rushing over to Harrison.

“Mate you think you can stay with Liam for a few?” he asked running a hand through his hair. Harrison studied his friend with a raised eyebrow. “I just have to run something to a friend real quick?”

Tom found the spare quickly as he quickly let himself in, toeing his shoes off, he smiled softly at the sweet smell of vanilla taken over as he studied the pictures on the walls. Sighing softly, he rubbed the back of his neck with his spare arm calling out her name. 

“Darling?” 

Evelyn held in a cough as she peeked down the hallway seeing a rather flustered Tom Holland standing there. He wore a simple pair of sweat pants and a light gray sweater, she couldn't help the soft smile that worked its way onto her lips as he walked inside the kitchen. Unlike her hallway, it was brightly lit, and extremely white. Her white. cabinets and white marble countertops gave off a homey feeling as he rested the bags down taken her in. 

Her cheeks and nose were red, her eyes looked tired as he took her in. Her legs were covered in black leggings while a snuggly looking hoodie was keeping her room. He couldn’t help the frown that worked its way onto his face, as he quickly walked over tugging her into his arms. A feeling of comfort washed through her body, his touch was familiar. As much as she hated to admit it, she missed it. 

“You didn’t have to come to Tom..” she mumbled softly surpassing a cough as he shook his head holding her closer. 

“I wanted to..” he breathed out as he pulled away just as she let out a nasty cough. He watched as one of her hands gripped the counter as she coughed into her hoodie, eyes watering making his heartache. “Oh honey..” he cooed softly as he rubbed her back gently. 

“I’m fine, I promise.” 

He couldn’t help but frown shaking his head, digging into the bag he pulled out the box of tea as he reached for her kettle. It wasn’t long before he had her snuggled into the guest bedroom downstairs, with a cup of tea. Her eyes took him in as a sense of appreciation flooded her. This man went out of his way, most likely leaving his son with his parents to come to the rescue. 

“Tom it’s fine really.” she breathed sitting up as he waltzed back in the room with two cups in hand. He waved her off, as he rested the two cups beside the medicine that he had brought over. 

“It’s no worries Evelyn..” he breathed as he placed a soft kiss onto her forehead, his next words making both their heads spin.

“Let me take care of you yeah?” he breathed out as their eyes locked, he missed her. God had Tom missed seeing her bright smile every morning. “We have to get you well again, Liam really misses you..” he breathed wondering if she was willing to read what he had been trying to say. 

It wasn’t Liam who had missed her, hell Tom didn’t know what he would’ve done if she hadn't called. He had slowly been losing his mind at the lack of communication between you both, not that you owed him anything.

“I miss him too..” she breathed out as their eyes met. “I miss them all..” she added hoping if he had gotten what she was saying and he had. He was a part of the all, she had missed him as well. 

It wasn’t long before Tom had her stomach full and a glass of water and ginger ale on her bedside table. She watched as he rushed off before coming back with the medicine he had brought along with a trash can, which she could only assume came from the hall bathroom. She watched with soft eyes as he set everything cup for her. 

“I want you to get a good’s night rest yeah?” he breathed out as he tucked her in and brushed the few strings of hair that had managed to escape from the bun her hair was placed in. “I’ll stop by tomorrow to check-in.” 

“Tom you-” 

“I know, I don’t have too but I want to.” he breathed out with a soft smile and a blush on his cheeks. “I promised I’d take care of you darling, and that’s just what I intend to do.” 

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Daddy Daryl part 3

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Warnings: None

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After telling the group about your big news, Daryl stopped lashing out as badly as he did the day he outed you. He still basically followed you around everywhere like a lost puppy, but he tried not to treat you too differently. However the men agreed that you shouldn’t be going out on runs anymore. You fought Rick tooth and nail, but he Glenn and Daryl agreed that it was unnecessary to risk your safety like that.

Time drug on slowly, and you began feeling like a prisoner at the prison(ironic, right?). Daryl would sleep with you on the nights that he wasn’t in the guard tower, slowly becoming more and more comfortable with you, in private. He would be awake well before you, typically leaving something on the bed side table for you. Some days it was a book, others it was a bottle of water or an orange. As you began to show more, he insisted that you stay in bed, but you refused.

You spent a lot of time attempting to learn new hobbies, working in the crops with Hershel, joining him in sessions with Carol and Maggie, anything to keep yourself occupied. For a while Daryl kept himself busy with runs, gathering as many supplies for the baby as possible. One day you were walking back up from the field, dusting the dirt off of your hands. At the top by the gate stood Daryl, Rick and Hershel talking. When you got closer, they noticed you and seemingly stopped their conversation after a look from Daryl. “What?” You question, slightly winded from walking up the hill. You have a baby bump at this point, but you were only going on five months. The winter was approaching fast, and that was why you were trying to stay on top of the crops, since food was going to be short as they begin to die.

Rick gives Daryl a look and he sighs, looking at you with reluctance. “Found a baby store, gonna head over there now.” He says, taking a step toward you and giving you a little squeeze on the shoulder. “Wait, hold up, I want to go.” You say, grabbing his bicep before he can walk away. Rick gives him another look but he shakes his head.

“No, Y/N.” Daryl speaks sternly, but you cross your arms and glare.

“I am coming! I want to pick out stuff for my child.” You argue.

“I will bring back as much as I can and ya can go through that.” He states matter of factly. Rick places a hand on your shoulder and looks again at Daryl. 

“We already checked out the area, it seemed good. She’ll be safe with all of us.” Rick says, taking your side. You smile a little and give Daryl a hopeful look.

“Please? I’ll stay right by your side.” You practically beg. Daryl rolls his eyes and scoffs, but says “C’mon then, wasting daylight.”

When you get there, they tell you to wait in the car until they’ve established that the building and surrounding area is clear. Maggie decided to wait in the car with you as Daryl Rick and Glenn checked the place out. “How are you feeling?” She asks from her place in the front seat, looking back at you with a sweet smile. 

“Nauseous, achey. But I needed to get out of there, I was going insane.” You explain, pulling your sweater on a little tighter. It’s only the beginning of November, but it was clearly going to be a rough winter, seeing as how cold it has been already. “Alright, we’re good.” Rick calls out. You and Maggie get out together and head over to join the men at the door of the building. Daryl is stiff and tense as he watches you walk over, watching your surroundings like a hawk, as if something was going to swoop you up out of nowhere. When you reach him, a large gust of wind blows your sweater and hair away, and you cross your arms tightly, obviously cold. He sets his crossbow down momentarily and pulls your sweater on you tighter, buttoning up the last button and rubbing your arms for a moment. “We need t’ find ya a better jacket.” He mutters, mostly to himself. “C’mon.” He says, grabbing his crossbow and leading the way inside. It’s dark but you can still see where you are going with the sunlight peeking inside. “Stay close.” You hear Rick call out quietly. It is a regular shopping store full of baby furniture and clothes and supplies, and it doesn’t look all that wiped out.

Unfortunately, there was no way for you to know what gender your baby was, so you didn’t exactly know what color clothes to grab. The group has been grabbing basically whatever they could find, both for your baby and for Judith. But since there are two to look after, supplies are even more crucial. Thankfully though, your baby would be able to have Judith’s hand-me-downs, being as she will be a little over a year older than your child.

You wandered around, looking at different things throughout the store, wondering where to even begin. All that the men had really brought back over the last few months were clothes diapers and formula. This was the first actual store for babies that they had come across, so you were hoping to find everything you still needed here. Glenn and Rick found some things that they already started working on moving outside to the truck. You watched as they carried a box of a build-it-yourself crib, and Maggie followed them with two strollers, shooting you a quick comforting smile as she passed. Daryl stuck close by you as you went through the baby clothes, picking out as much as you could for newborns, but also grabbing a bunch of stuff for all months as it grows.

You felt him behind you as you stared at an adorable pink dress for a 10 month old, your eyes tearing up. “Hmm?” He questions, rubbing his hand down your arm soothingly as he looks at the dress with you. This whole thing terrified him, but as time went on he felt himself growing more excited to meet the little version of himself and you.

“I’m just so happy. After everything happened… I had given up on the idea of ever having my own family… And now you’ve given that to me…” You explain, sniffling back tears and turning around to face Daryl. He looks embarrassed but you see a small smile threatening to expose itself. He just shrugs his shoulders, unsure of how to respond, and you giggle at him. You get up on your tippy-toes and give him a short kiss on the cheek, then leaning your forehead on his chest. He doesn’t speak, just rubbing your back and holding you against his chest. Your pregnancy has made him more open and affectionate than before, and you have been loving it. 

“C’mon, let’s finish up here.” He mutters after a moment, and you nod, filling up your basket with more baby clothes.

When you guys returned the sun had almost fully set. Daryl helped you out of the truck and told you to head up, insisting that they will grab everything. “Stop.” You mutter tiredly, grabbing two baskets full of clothes, one in each hand, and beginning to head inside. The run had certainly tired you more than you had expected it to, so you took the stuff inside and placed it on one of the big tables, then headed off to your room to lay down.

You carefully laid back, your feet finally feeling some relief. You quickly drifted off to sleep, but only for about a half an hour. When you woke up, you were alone, but it was almost totally dark. You headed out in search of Daryl and food, feeling both lonely and hungry. And so you walked around the prison munching on a banana, asking around if anyone knew where Daryl was.

“What’s wrong?” You hear, and spin around to find Daryl approaching you.

“Nothing, nothing I’m fine.” You assure him, watching as he relaxes a little. “I just missed you.” You mumble. Daryl gives you a look and you smile shyly. “I’d blame the hormones but… It’s just you.” You flirt a little, taking a step closer to him and touching his arm playfully. He rolls his eyes and smirks lightly at you. “C’mon then.” He mutters, putting his hand on the small of your back and heading back to the cell block. You started heading toward your cell, but Daryl stops you. “Come see this,” He mumbles, leading you toward the last cell. You look at him curiously but look inside and gasp. The room had been set up with a crib, rocker and some baby stuff. They put stickers on the wall and set up a little storage bin area in the corner with toys and clothes. “Daryl! It’s perfect!” You exclaim, your eyes tearing up and you turn around and throw your arms around him. “You’re amazing, I love it!” You exclaim in his chest, hugging him as best as you can with your bump. He hesitates for a moment, but wraps his arms around you and rests his chin on your head. “Good.” He whispers, rubbing your back again.

You ended the night in bed in Daryl’s arm, feeling restless but tired. “If it’s a boy… Daryl junior.” You mutter suddenly, catching him off guard.

“Really?” He questions, cocking an eyebrow.

“Yes!” You laugh, totally serious.

“What bout a girl?” He asks, brushing some hair out of your face, curious about the names you thought of for that.

“Emily?” You ask, looking up at his face in the dark for his reaction. He doesn’t make a face, only looking down at you.

“Mm.” He mutters, smiling slightly. “I like it.” He says. He catches you off guard by placing his hand on your bump, looking at you as though asking permission, and you nod at him. He gently rubs it, closing his eyes and beginning to drift off to sleep, holding the two most precious things to him closely.

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Your Sick Boy

Pairing: Ashton Irwin x Reader

Words: 1300+

Author's Note: So, I love this man. And I hope he has a speedy recovery and I wish I could give him cuddles. I thought of this idea after watching this video and I love how it came out. I hope you all enjoy 😇 xox

You just finished watching the video Ashton posted on Twitter, a frown on your lips as you now know why he hasn't really been answering your texts. You bring up your FaceTime app, clicking on Ash's name before holding the phone a few inches away from you and rest your chin on the palm of your hand.

Ashtons face pops up, a small smile on his lips as he lays on his couch. "Hi, baby," he greets and you give him a soft grin.

"Hey, you. How are you feeling?" You ask and he combs his fingers through his jet black hair. "It would've been nice to know that you weren't feeling well."

Your boyfriend frowns a bit and he lets out a sigh. "I'm sorry, babe. I-I just didn't want you to worry. Especially with this whole Coronavirus shit happening," he mumbles and you frown again, tucking a strand of hair behind your hair.

"I know, baby, but still. I don't want to seem like I'm overreacting but I rather you be straight up with me than ignore me," you inform him, your heart sinking a bit at the fact that he kept his health from you.

Ashton's lips part and you notice the redness in his cheeks and under his eyes, the green sweater he was wearing makes his eyes stand out immensely. "I-I'm sorry, baby," Ash whispers and you let out a sigh, shaking your head.

"It's okay. I love you," you reassure him and he gives you a sad smile. "And just so you know I'm coming over."

His hazel eyes widen and shake his head. "Baby, baby, no. Don't come over here," Ashton pleads and you get up from the couch, gathering your stuff. "Y/N."

You look down at the phone to see that Ashton is now sitting up. "Ash. You're sick. I know how you are when you're sick. Let me come over and help. If you end up having the virus then so do I," you explain to him and he huffs, running a hand through his hair.

"Okay, fine. But once you're in my house… you're not leaving. Just so you know," he states softly and you chuckle.

"I wouldn't want it any other way, baby!"

-

It didn't take you long to drive to Ashton's place since the roads are bare as can be. You had made a pit stop at Costco to pick up a couple of things he might need. You pull the car into Ash's driveway, turning the vehicle off and grab your things before getting out of the car.

You happily skip up his steps and knock on his front door. You can hear him shuffling on the other side before the door opens up. The smile on your lips widens since you haven't seen him for a couple of weeks. "Hi, Ash," you whisper and he smiles down at you.

"Hey, baby. I've missed you," Ashton grins before wrapping his arms around your shoulders.

You rest your head on his chest, inhaling his scent while wrapping your free arm around his waist. "I missed you too," you mumble into his chest and you feel his lips press against the top of your head.

Ashton leads you into his house, his fingers lacing with yours. The smile on his lips is contagious as you watch him while the two of you head into the kitchen. You set the grocery bags onto the island counter before grabbing Ashton's face and pulls him into a kiss. He lets out a groan and lays his hands on your hips, pressing you closer to him.

His lips move against yours as you wrap your arms around his neck, combing your fingers through his hair. "Fuck," Ash mumbles as he pulls away, his forehead resting against yours. "I missed these lips, lovely."

You giggle and flutter your eyes closed, reeling in the fact that you're in his arms right now. "I missed all of you, handsome," you smirk and Ashton snorts, laughs coming from his lips.

His laughing fit quickly turns into a coughing one and he pulls away from you, coughing into his elbow. You frown a bit and rest a hand on his forearm, your fingers stroking his moon tattoo. "Sorry. Don't worry. I'm okay," Ash croaks and you nod your head.

"Luckily for you, I got some stuff that'll help with that cough of yours," you reassure him and dig into the bag you brought.

You pull out some cough medicine, soup, orange juice, and some movies you know he loves. "And since we'll be in quarantine for a bit I bought a couple of your favorite movies that aren't on Netflix," you grin and Ash looks down at you, the look of admiration all over his face.

"What did I do to deserve you?" He asks and you shrug your shoulders. "I love you."

"I love you, baby. Forever and always."

-

Ashtons face was buried in the crook of your neck, your fingers soothingly running through his black hair as you watch a movie on Netflix. Deep breaths come from his nose, tickling you sometimes as he peacefully slept. His arms are around your waist, tightly holding onto you.

You glance down at your boyfriend, kissing his forehead before returning your gaze back to the sixty-five-inch television that hangs on the wall.

Your phone vibrates from beside you, looking down at it to see a text from Cal.

How is he?

You quietly and slowly move to grab your phone, not wanting to wake your tired man and you type out your reply.

He's good. A bit of a coughing fit earlier, but he took some medicine and now he's asleep. Hopefully, he kicks it soon :(

You set your phone back down, hearing Ash groan from beside you. "Baby?" He mumbles and pulls away from your neck.

"Yeah, babe? Everything okay?" You ask him and he nods his head.

"I'm fine. I'm just beginning to get uncomfortable. You wanna go lay in bed with me?" Ash asks and you giggle, nodding your head.

The two of you move into his bedroom and he grabs the shirt that lays on his bed, tossing it to you. He smiles cheekily at you and you roll your eyes while letting out a laugh, changing into his shirt. Ashton slips his jeans and socks off before taking his shirt off, hopping into bed in just his boxers.

You slip under the covers, immediately laying your head on his chest. "I wish we could be like this always," you whisper and run your nails over his torso.

Ashton wraps his hand over your shoulder, gliding his fingers along your back. "Yeah, me too," he mumbles and you look up at him, a smile on your lips. "Maybe… maybe you can move in?"

Your eyes widen a bit, grinning ear to ear. "You want me to move in?" You giggle and bite your lip softly. Ashton giggles, leaning forward to press a kiss to your forehead.

"Of course I do, sweetheart. I love having you around. Want you around always," Ash mutters and rests his forehead against yours, nudging your nose with his.

Your heart flutters in your chest, your eyes slowly closing. "I feel the same way," you whisper and grip his hip with your hand. "Once this quarantine is over I'll gather my stuff to move in."

Ashton captures his lips with yours, his hand moving to go into your hair. You kiss him back gently, your hand gliding up his chest before resting on his neck. "C'mon, baby. Let's get some sleep," you tell him after you pull away.

Your boyfriend nods his head, both of us shifting so he's spooning you. Your back pressed against his chest, strong arms around your body as you can feel Ash breathing on the back of your neck.

"I love you, sweetness. Thank you for coming over."

-

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[goldenhour-goldenboy]

hiya, just wondering if you could please write about the brotherly relationship between Will and benny, it wasn't really focused on too much in the movie and your detail is perfect!! thank u xox

I want to focus more on the points that haven’t been brought up by me or other writer’s in the past. I feel like I’ve been a bit repetitive in the last couple things I wrote and I’m sorry if those points seem a bit random to you. Also I think I have a fever right now so spelling is probably not too great and I think I’ll find a million mistakes when I read over it in a week again lol

Brotherly relationship (Miller brothers)

William and Ben don’t necessarily talk about each other’s feelings to each other a lot. They’re both used to deal with a lot of the emotional baggage themselves and tend to shut the world out of their heads, leaving them often more isolated than necessary. If they feel the need to communicate their thoughts it’s usually something with a big impact on them, going on for a bit before they finally mustered the courage to show that something’s not right with them. Then, they’re one of the first people they turn to each other, looking for the familiar bond they’ve been growing over the years. Growing up with each other has made it very simple for not only William but Benny as well, to read the other one and recognizing when something is not right it often doesn’t need much for them to realize something’s bothering the other one.

It’s usually shooting the other one a look if they’re in public and asking without any words “Are you alright, brother?”. The actual talk happens later, more often they find each other sitting in their car in the driveway, unable to get out before voicing their thoughts. It seems easier to do so in the safety of a car, easier to leave if the conversation gets too heavy and so they’re used to talk for hours, sitting on the worn out leather seats of William’s pick-up.

They’re both highly competitive with each other. It mostly shows when they’re training together or both happen to be working on perfection on a certain skill, though their competitive nature is triggered with anyone else, it’s worse when the two brothers are going against each other. 

They’re very particular in when to actively try to one up each other though, realizing quickly in which situation they have a real chance or not. It’s more for fun then, Benny knowing that William will outtake him any day if they’re wrestling and William being sure as hell that Ben can shoot him from 10 miles away with one eye closed.

Whenever they do feel as if they’re both the best in a field of expertise, they’re no stopping them though. Rounds will be counted, Tom used as a Referee as both Fish and Pope get too caught up in the excitement and neither can be trusted to handle a fair score and a win never lasting for long as a rematch is always demanded immediately.

It has happened more than often that they don’t approve each other’s partners or chosen fling for the week, though the last one refers mostly to Benny’s short term relationships. It’s a protective trait of their’s really, wanting a genuine person for the other one and accepting nothing less than true love.

William’s forgiving nature tends to create a problem in his relationship sooner or later, his partner’s often times taking advantage of that and it leads him to overlook obvious signs that this might not work out. Everyone else usually sees the breakup coming from a mile away but William is still heartbroken whenever it happens, knowing now what went wrong but often realizing it too late. Benny’s very vocal about his concerns from the beginning, urging his brother to call it quits a long time before William realizes that this relationship won’t work out in the long run.

Benny on the other hand tends to lose his heart on the weekly to this or that person, without really taking his time to get to know them and it’s a reflex at this point that William doesn’t even try to get to know the new person at his side anymore. At heart Benny is a hopeless romantic, often times glossing his own excitement over his partners flaws and idolizing them to a point where William can’t help but roll his eyes whenever Ben gushes about this new girl he met at the ring. Will learned that trying to reason with his brother is pointless, so he sits back and says nothing, letting the younger one swoon over his newest person of interest, simply waiting for the ship to crash. It’s over a couple weeks later and Benny’s moping the way Benny mopes - in training.

William helped his brother through his first kill, Benny retching everything he had eaten that day out behind a tent. They’re standing a bit apart from everyone else walking around camp and Benny’s glad that his brother followed him the second he tried to slip away from the group that just came back from the mission. They’re both still suited up, dried mud covering their boots and mixed in with their sweat on their face and Benny feels as if the dense heat will give him the rest. 

William waits until his brother is done, Benny wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and accepting a bottle of water from William more than grateful. Will kept his distance as his Ben tried to get the sickening feeling of having just taken someone’s life out of his stomach, but he never took his hand off of Ben’s back, rubbing small circles over his drenched uniform and making sure that his brother sat down after he was finished.

Will is careful not linger too much though, knowing that his brother tries to stand his own here and William still treating him as a little brother will hurt his pride more than than it helps him through this moment. It’s hard coming to terms with what Ben had just done, William knows that and there’s really nothing he can say to make it any less painful so he sits down next to his brother and just breathes with him for a bit.

One would think that it’s Benny who convinces Will to join him in his mischief but often enough it is actually the other way around. Whenever the two got together and had a stupid idea in mind they’d honestly be the most destructible duo because Benny is stupidly brave and William is one of the smartest people you’ll probably ever meet, making them the perfect combination for a disaster. 

They’d done a lot of stupid and sometimes even reckless stuff, leaving their mother fuming and even worse, their dad terribly angry whenever he found out about it and though they’d idolize their dad immensely, both brother’s would never think of telling on the other when they got in trouble afterwards. It was always them against the world, sometimes even meaning that it was them against their parents.

It becomes a whole other conversation when one of them felt they’re being treated unfairly though! At the end of the day they’re still siblings, both of them whined their faire share to their mother about the other one getting more candy or staying up later than they were supposed to do resulting in the other one defending themselves and pointing out that someone had failed their math test and hasn’t told it yet even though it’s been a week by now.

They have a very specific sense of humor with each other, built on memories and the undeniable influence of their dad. It’s a weird mix between black humor and the most childish things ever. A couple of little moments that amuses one of them leads to quickly locking eyes with the other one and both of them grin from ear to ear in seconds, remembering the same memory that none of the group can share with them. It’s quick teeth in a sharp smile, muffled laughter and a comfortable sigh at the end that let’s them both reminiscent in those moments.

The first time William gets shot in a mission Benny feels like punching everyone in sight until he’s allowed in the medic tent. He’s raging, mostly because he doesn’t know what else he’s supposed to do and neither Pope nor any of his other mates seem to find the right words to get through to him. 

When he’s finally allowed in, Benny feels as if his chest stops working and for a moment he can only stare. William is lying pale in front of Benny, half his chest covered with white fresh bandages, an IV hooked onto him and Benny is suddenly very calm as he carefully steps closer to his brother, eyes flickering over his body. „You’re such a fucking shithead.“ It’s the first thing that comes to his mind then and makes Will laugh, although it turns into a wheezing cough immediately and Benny regrets having said anything at all. He blinks aways some tears that involuntarily come instantly but one manages to slip down his cheek and he wipes it away hastily. William notices though and weakly lifts a hand to slap his brothers side, Benny misunderstanding his intentions and grabbing it on instinct, catching both of them off guard. Will takes a sharp, rattled breath and squeezes his brother’s hand for a second before forcing a smile onto his face, a tired one but a smile nonetheless. “Yeah well.. got what I deserved. Next time you can volunteer to get yourself shot, shithead.”

When William was nine and Benny was five they build a small tree house in their backyard, that’s mostly come apart by now. Back then they were kids, they didn’t want any adult help, being immensely proud to have accomplished to built it on their own, even though it’s mostly just tied wood together and some roughly assembled nails here and there (their dad might or might not have sneaked up one early morning and secured the whole thing so his sons wouldn’t end up in a tragic death) 

The old thing actually survived until now which is honestly a miracle and neither their mom or dad had the heart to take it down (”Maybe one day my grandchildren will want to play with it!”). One night, when Benny and Will just came back from their first tour, they celebrated in their backyard and got incredibly drunk and decided that NOW would be a good idea to climb that thing and of course, the minute William plants down his bottom they hear a very suspicious creak and next thing they now they’re on the ground, at least William is. Benny’s still tangling on one branch and yelling at William that he has gotten too fat and that he’s not allowed into any tree house of Benny’s ever again ensuring a whole discussion of whom’s tree house it was in the first place.

Even though Benny is Will’s brother and he obviously loves him to death, he is also his brother. Which means he’s the quickest to get on Ironhead’s nerves and he surprisingly does so more as a grown adult as when they were younger. Maybe William felt more responsible as a child for his Baby brother and might have let Ben get away with more but now that there both grown up Benny still likes to tease his older brother every once in a while and he’s brilliant in pushing Will’s buttons just so he can get a reaction out of him. 

In return Will likes to feed Benny false information that he hopes he will embarrass himself with in a conversation some time later (bonus points if it’s to try to impress a girl). It’s a longer process but as Will has an amazing amount of random knowledge and seems as the more responsible one, Benny trusts him almost when Will explains for example that they’ve just discovered a very a new planet in our solar system. Whenever William is within earshot and Benny talks to Pope about what he just heard one can hear William cackling silently to himself as Pope very slowly tries to explain to Ben that he’s been had - again.

[ra3lynn3]

Hey everyone! I know it’s been a long while since I last posted an update. Big thanks to @savvylark for making my first (beautiful) banner 😍. Much love to my beta @pip117, too, for your quick work. I hope you all enjoy! Chapter 15 Katniss was more than a little surprised when she walked into work the next morning to find a small white envelope laying on her computer keyboard. She glanced around the near-empty office scanning for the possible sender. She picked up the small orange flower that accompanied it, twisted it between her fingers and brought it briefly to her nose. She reached for the envelope noticing her name scrawled across the front in Peeta’s familiar, smooth, writing. Turning it over in her hands, she lifted the flap to discover a simple note inside. It read: Katniss, I’m sorry for being weird yesterday. I was being stupid. Forgive me? -Peeta P.S. dinner tonight at 7? Katniss felt a smile tug at her lips as she glanced around again for any sign of Peeta. She considered the note a moment longer before setting it back on her desk and heading to the break room for some water for her blossom. She wasn’t sure what was up with Peeta, or what prompted the note. But when she considered his behavior from the day before, he had been noticeably different. If she didn’t know better, she would’ve thought him jealous over the sudden appearance of Dalton. But that was ridiculous to even consider since the two of them were just friends, right? Although, she definitely felt a peculiar pulling at her heart when he blew off her lunch invitation. She grew more than a little concerned when he mentioned in passing that he had a headache (that would explain why he was acting so distant and short with her). She also thought a little too long about his leaving early for the day, saying something about meeting with Finnick, Annie, and the kids for dinner. In the past she couldn't have cared less about Peeta or his feelings, but the more she got to know him and spend time with him, the more that began to change. She was lost deeply in her thoughts when Peeta’s voice filled the quiet space, causing her to startle. “I see you got my note.” He said, nodding toward the flower she held in her hand. “I’m beginning to think you like scaring me!” She chastised, heart beating wildly, as she filled a small glass with water. "Yes, I got your note.” Katniss continued, a smile playing on her lips as she set the bud inside. “You’re allowed to have bad days. You feeling better?” She glanced at him from the corner of her eye before turning to lean back on the counter. “Yeah, nothing a swift kick in the pants from Annie couldn’t fix.” He replied with a smirk as he rubbed the back of his neck. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Katniss asked glancing at him suspiciously before she walked back toward her desk with Peeta following closely behind. “I’ll tell you later.” He replied, waving it off. “We still on for dinner tonight?” “Definitely.” She replied as she sat down at her desk and settled the flower beside her computer. “Great!” Peeta said with a clap of his hands. Katniss shot him a smile, glad for the change in his mood. Once Peeta had walked away, she grabbed her phone and eagerly texted a picture of the flower to Johanna. Her friend’s reply was swift: “Will you just sleep with the poor guy already?!” Katniss scoffed and rolled her eyes before replying, “It’s not like that! He was only apologizing for blowing me off yesterday.” “Jealous.” Was all Johanna replied. “I doubt it! It was nothing, just a bad day.” “And that’s why you’re still single!” “?” “Oh darling, go buy a brain! He. Likes. You. You like him. Simple. Stop over complicating things! And stop being so oblivious...it’s not cute anymore.” Katniss rolled her eyes and set the phone down intent on ignoring her friend’s jabs. Not one to leave well enough alone, Johanna’s next texts pinged in quickly, one after the other. Katniss picked up her phone and read: “He was jealous, acted like an ass and had enough maturity to admit it AND apologize?” “Good luck finding many men like that!” “And again... Stop. Over. Complicating. Everything. It’s time to put on your big girl panties and have a real relationship already!” “I love you, you enormously stubborn pain in the ass! Let me know how dinner goes tonight. Xox” Katniss chuckled while setting her phone down again, knowing that Johanna’s rant was over. She had made several valid points but there was work to be done now. Even though thoughts of having Peeta Mellark all to herself this evening made that near impossible. Katniss ran her fingers through her hair and tugged at the bottom of her blouse, wondering if she had overdressed. She also questioned if the lace undergarments she’d opted for instead of her usual cotton was taking things a bit too far, or expecting too much too soon. ”Too late to turn back now!” thought Katniss, she had already knocked on his door signaling her arrival. “Hey.” Peeta offered simply as he opened the door, eyes surveying her. Katniss began feeling unnerved as his stare grew longer, an unreadable look upon his face. “Can I come in?” She asked, peering over his shoulder curiously. “Of course! Please!” Peeta said, seeming to break from his trance as he moved aside to let her in. “Nice place.” She remarked as she took in the sight of his apartment. The inside of the home was simple. The layout was open, with one space leading seamlessly into another. The furniture and decor exuded warmth, comfort and manliness, but not so much that Katniss felt like she was in a dorm. She found her mind wandering dangerously as she assessed the home, curious to know what every room in his apartment looked like. “You look really beautiful, Katniss.” Peeta offered looking bashful. “Thank you.” She replied after a moment, coming out of her head. She tucked her hair behind her ear, feeling a heat rise to her cheeks as they stared at each other for a long moment before a chiming from the kitchen pulled Peeta’s attention. “Dinner will be ready in ten minutes. Make yourself comfortable." He announced, motioning toward the sofa in the other room as he stepped away to the stove. Katniss wandered toward the living room gazing at the paintings on the wall, framed photographs adorned the tables that flanked the couch. She took a seat gingerly on the sofa, running her hand over its smooth brown leather and glanced briefly at the rough sketches drawn out on the pad of paper sitting on the coffee table in front of her. “What did you want to drink?” Peeta asked drawing near. “Whatever you’re having.” She replied giving him a smile. “Beer it is!” He said with a snap of his fingers as he disappeared back to the kitchen, returning moments later with two bottles in hand. “Are all of those yours?” Katniss asked, nodding toward the paintings on the wall beside them. “Yep, all mine.” He replied sitting down next to her and taking a swig of his drink. “Don’t worry though, you’re welcome to touch them.” He said with a wink. Katniss nudged him playfully in the side, taking a drink herself. They sat quietly for a moment while she eyed the art a moment longer. “I think I’m falling for you.” Peeta blurted out, catching her off guard. She swallowed quickly causing herself to choke and sputter, trying to think of a way to respond. “What?” She croaked trying to regain her composure. “I’m falling for you, Katniss.” Peeta admitted again gently. Her mind was racing; stomach in knots. They had come so far in such a short time. Was it possible he really was falling for her? “Are you sure?” She replied, instantly feeling stupid for asking such a question. “I mean...how do you know? What makes you think that?” She was floundering. Fast. Peeta smirked, “I just do,” he shrugged. Another chime from the kitchen caught his attention. Katniss stood eagerly to follow him. She watched at his side as he pulled a dish from the oven, set it down and turned a series of knobs before removing his oven mitts. “Listen, Katniss,” Peeta said turning toward her, a thoughtful look crossing his features. “I don’t think I can do this whole ‘friends’ thing with you. The more I think about it, the more I realize it’s you. You’re it for me. Even early on when I acted like a completely stupid jerk. I guess it was my way of getting your attention. Being near to you.” He offered with a shrug. “In the worst way possible.” Katniss muttered under her breath, glancing to the side. “Yes, in the worst way possible! I know!” He grabbed her hands in his looking her square in the eyes. “But I want you. I want to do this with you. I think about you all the time. I like being around you, talking with you, working with you.” His voice rose with each admission. “I’m tired of being alone, Katniss. I’m tired of being lonely...” He said quietly, trailing off. They looked at each other for a long time while Katniss searched for the right response. She was terrible with the mushy stuff. Feelings and romanticism were never really her thing. Her mind reeled with several different ideas of words to say. It seemed, however, that none were forthcoming. After awhile Peeta looked expectantly at her and Katniss’ mind froze completely. “Say something.” Peeta urged giving an awkward chuckle. “Dinner smells amazing.” Katniss offered meekly, going for the first idea that came mind. Peeta heaved a sigh and turned to grab the dishes for dinner. Katniss felt her chest tighten. If words were not her strong suit, actions definitely were. Gathering her courage, she stepped closer to Peeta’s side. He turned his head to eye her curiously just before she grabbed his face in her hands and pressed her lips to his. She tilted her head to deepen the kiss, feeling Peeta turning to face her. She felt his hands press against her back, bringing her closer to him and dug her fingers into his hair at the back of his neck, feeling his soft wavy locks on her skin. She allowed her hands to roam over his broad shoulders and down his arms. Peeta pulled back after a moment and gave her a small smile before taking her face in his hands and kissing her lips so softly that Katniss wondered if they had made contact at all. She found herself eager to feel his mouth on hers again and pressed against him. Katniss felt relief when Peeta pressed back, a grunt coming from the back of his throat as he pushed her into the countertop. “How about a tour?” Katniss asked pulling back breathlessly before diving back in to kiss Peeta. Their hands roamed each others’ bodies hungrily. While she was normally one to move painfully slow when it came to relationships, there was something about Peeta that ignited a fire in her. And right now there was only one thing she wanted to do slowly. “Sure.” Peeta replied with a quick nod before leaning down to kiss her neck. “This is the ah-kitchen. Living room.” He said with a quick glance around, motioning with his hand before tending to her neck again. With his hands on her hips, he began to guide her backward down the short hallway. Leaving dinner behind and long forgotten. “My studio.” He choked out before a moan escaped his lips. Katniss smirked as she nibbled his earlobe, pleased with the reaction she had elicited. “Bedroom.” Peeta whispered pulling back once again, searching her eyes. Both stood breathless, foreheads against one another. Katniss’ back pressed against the door. “Thanks for showing me around.” She replied biting her lip. Reaching behind her back to search for the door’s handle, she quickly found success. Peeta steadied the two of them as they spilled into the room. “Peeta?” Katniss muttered. Peeta gave her a noncommittal grunt and continued in his quest to kiss every inch of her neck, nibbling at her earlobe. “Peeta!” She said more insistently. “What?” He asked pausing from the action, a heavy-lidded expression on his face. Katniss felt her stomach knot as she admitted, “I don’t want to be friends either.” Peeta gave her a seductive smile as he dove in to kiss her lips, kicking the door shut behind them.

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Don’t Judge a Book by its Cover: Chapter 3

Sander sides

Word count: 1,945

Characters: Patton/Creativity, Virgil/Anxiety, Patton/Morality, Logan/Logic

Warnings: Nothing. If there is please let me know xox

Summary: Logan runs a library in a small town, allowing him to share his love of books without feeling left out. His business partner and friend Roman helps by running the bright Disney themed cafe that attracts more people to stay for longer. The two clashing but somehow perfect match of a friendship went their days peaceful in their small community until one day a new pair of brother; Patton and Virgil, moved into town and showed the owners a new way of live.

Chapter three: Tears Were Spilled

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2

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Splash.

Soft rain drops hitting the glass woke Logan up from his deep slumber. Although the bags under his eyes begged for him to stay in bed and get more sleep, his logic made him shuffle his feet across his floor to continue his morning routine. A coffee for breakfast was all he treated himself to as he got ready. The pyjama shirt was replaced with the usual black polo and suit pants follow. The blue tie slid around his neck and was loosely tied and adjusted to sit properly on him. The coffee cup was discarded into the sink as Logan made quick work of his shoes and jacket before he headed out into the rain. His stomach rumbled and his eyes ached as he regretted himself for staying up late the night before. ‘It was illogical’, he thought as the rain pitter-pattered against his head. ‘Why was I being so bothered something that really meant nothing? Roman was just speaking his mind, and that’s alright. He was just pointing out facts, so why were the facts bothering me so much?’ Logan stopped in his tracks and licked his lips quickly to confirm it. Tears were flowing down with the rain slowly along his cheeks. It didn’t help his already aching eyes and so Logan quickened his steps so he could hurry out of the cold that was stinging the tip of his nose and into the warmth of his library. The key trembled slightly at his freezing fingers but soon the lock clicked and Logan was in the warmth, naturally bringing a smile to his face. The heater and lights kicked in and Logan seemed to properly wake up, no matter how little sleep he got. By the time Roman walked in with his loud voice echoing through the library about how the weather was going to ruin his hair Logan had cleaned himself up, tears and tiredness pushed aside. The prince seemed to not notice anything an ife did, he knew better than to ask from how they ended things yesterday. The library was opened at the exact time of 7:30 like everyday, the cafe running at full speed and Logan extremely needing the distraction from his mind that seemed to be racing and his heart that was wondering.

The children he had tutored for a while smelt something fishy when Logan yawned a few times and seemed to drift off when the students were writing away as he usually likes to hide any sign of ‘weakness’ like being tired and to keep his thoughts on the lesson. He insisted he was fine and most of the students dropped it...except for-

“It’s totally about Patton isn’t it?

“No Lucy, now let’s get back to this math that you were struggling with just yesterday.”

“Oh no, I’m perfectly fine. I practised all night and understand everything now.” Lucy beamed. “So spill the beans sir.”

Logan gave her a blank expression for god knows how long, but she kept wiggling her eyebrows and a smirk covering her face that eventually broke him. He sighed and the smile she did could’ve powered the town. “I got little sleep last night because Roman pointed something out that now makes me afraid…”

Lucy’s face softened, eyes kind with a sense of understanding. Truth be told, Roman and her were the only people who knew what had happened in Logan’s past. Roman; because he was there when it happened. Lucy; she came in late one day to a slightly upset Logan crying into Roman's shoulder.

“Oh Logan….why are should you be afraid? What if it's a new start for you? You can make amends to your feelings. You can't live your life behind a curtain forever. Pain is meant to be felt, because it allows you to feel the great emotions stronger.”

Logan was silent. His gaze was on the work in front of them, trying to work out the equation left unsolved to try and distract himself. Soon his vision was blurred and Lucy was wiping his tears away from his face. “But what if….it hurt so much, I don't know if I can take something like that again.”

“But what if it's magical? This could change your life, this could be so good for you. Maybe just give Patton a chance. He makes you smile and-”

“Hey kiddos! What's going on?” Patton was smiling like the Sun, pulling the seat up next to Logan. It instantly dropped when he realised Logan was crying. “Oh god, what's the matter bud?”

Logan didn't turn around at first. He was going to flat out ignore him until Lucy raised her eyebrow at him and he sighed. I'm just figuring some stuff out and-” he couldn't finish his words before he was pulled into a hug.

“Shh, it's alright Lo. I've got you.” The softness in his tone and the warmth he gave Logan made him crack as he started crying softly into his shoulder. A hand rested on the back of his head to keep him close while another ran up and down his back, making him feel cared for. He had lost track of time but when he looked up Lucy had cleared her stuff and was gone. He turned his gaze to Patton who gave him the sweetest smile it was almost sickening. He tried to return one, but after failing he just dropped his head back on to his shoulder. A silence fell between the two, Logan focusing on the hand still tracing his spine that made him shiver. The curiosity of a question got the better of him as he asked “Why do you care Patton? What seems to be so special about me for you?”

“Well jeez Lo, there's no one answer. I just hate seeing anyone sad, especially my friends.”

“Did….did you just say….friend?”

“Of course I did! You're such a sweet and kind person, why wouldn't we be friends?”

Logan lifted his head again to see a large smile across his face, giving the corner of his eyes crinkles. A soft, real smile drifted over his own face as well, settling with the dusty pink over his cheek. They were both staring at each other for a bit, a nice warmth surrounding them until Logan realised what was happening and stood up quickly, snapping Patton out of it too. “I apologize for my behaviour. I will make sure to keep my feelings under control next time.”

“Lo, you silly goose! I didn't mind, this was really sweet.”

“Well….I have work I must attend to. I am sorry to leave you-”

“Oh it's ok! I'll just follow you then, it must get lonely walking around by yourself.”

Logan stood there for a moment. If he wanted to keep this 'friend’ he had made he should probably hang with them. “I guess you can accompany me with my tasks.”

“Oh yay! What fun! Maybe I can also help you too!” Patton jumped up and stood next to Logan, sides pressed together slightly that made his cheeks pink and lips let out a giggle.

Logan's faced flushed too as he walked around, assisting people and organising the books with the help of Patton

Virgil was, again, getting distracted by Roman playing with some kids. With a headphone pounding loud music into his ear, he drummed his pencil against his empty sheet. Although he couldn't hear them, the smiles and obvious laughter that they all shared made Virgil's heart swell from seeing the enjoyment. He pushed his luck too far though, for Roman was about to check Virgil out when he caught him staring. Throwing him a wink, the hooded boy went red and buried his head down to try and actually write something.

Roman smirked, whispering something into the girls ear beside him. She looked over at Virgil and smiled, nodding before running over to him and tugging on his sleeve.

Virgil looked up annoyed until his eyes rested on her. He softened a little bit. “What do you want?”

“Well sir, we were wondering if you would like to play with us.” Her hopeful shimmering green eyes melted Virgil's heart, and so unlike he usual would, he responded with “What are you playing?”

“We're playing high tea, and the m-magesy would love for you to join us.”

Virgil looked over her and finally paid attention to the little cups and table set up, teddies filling in the gaps of the children who already left. He sighed. “Give me a minute ok?”

She happily nodded and skipped back over, taking her space in the table.

Virgil made quick work of cleaning up the table he was sitting at until everything was in his bag. He thought for a moment before pausing his music and putting his headphones away. He trotted over and sat his bag next to the throne before making it to the others.

Roman was the first to speak up. “Ah, my dear boy. I'm so glad you got the invite.” He smirked slightly, making Virgil blush and dig his nails into his palm in annoyance. “Why don't you take Tigger’s spot from the table then.”

Virgil saw the Tigger teddy next to Roman himself and sighed, moving it back a bit before sitting down. The small girl who went up to him handed him a plastic tea cup and offered him some tea from the plastic tea pot. He nodded silently and the other kids went back to their chittering, asking Roman and now Virgil questions about stories. Virgil listened to the amazing and wild stories he told the kids and not understanding how he was suppose to compete with it. So instead of telling, he quickly grabbed his sketchbook and got the children to describe monsters that lurked around for him to draw. The detail the kids gave of them have Virgil the perfect amount for his to draw up until the last freckle. Being so distracted with the adorable kids and the feeling of the pencil on paper, he didn't notice the gaze Roman had on him. The look with a small smile that said so many things and how he shuffled just that little bit closer until their knees touched.

Roman and Virgil worked together to entertain the kids. Roman would talk about the heroic stories each of the kids did to fight against these monsters while Virgil drew the scene out, showing the kids at the end that made them gasp and beg for more. Before they knew it, the last kid had left and the time settled onto 6. Virgil sighed happily, slowly falling back to Earth from his daze of bliss. It was then he realised how close he and Roman were, making him as red as the decor. He went to shuffle away but was stopped when Roman grabbed his wrists, flushed a bit as well.

“I….just needed to say thank you. These kids mean so much to me a-and to see them happy like th-that is just so ama-azing.”

Virgil looked up to see that tears were starting to fall down Roman's face. He didn't really know how to help someone else going through this, so he just did what Patton did to him. He pulled the prince into a soft hug.

“I'm s-sorry, they just are s-so perfect and-”

“Shhh Roman, it's ok.” Virgil played with Roman's hair, the other hand rubbing circles into his back.

For a while they sat there, just holding each other like that. Both faces flushed with embarrassment and tears rolling down one to land on his leather boots.

Splash.

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Yoooooo, sorry about the late chapter post but I was away and couldn’t get to my computer until now but I hope you’ve enjoyed it! Let me know if you want to be added to the next chapter.

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[wanna-see-my-lease]

Morons!

Masterlist

Show: Supernatural

Summary: @emilyymichelle – Can you do Crowley fic where the reader gets taken by rogue demons and Crowley comes to save her please? Thanks love!!

Pairing:  Crowley x Reader

Warnings: Violence

Word Count:  1,804

Reading Time:  6+ minutes

A/N: Thank-you for the request Emily! I love ya baby! Was listening to Trigger Finger by Louden Swain when I wrote this – oh fun tidbit, was watching an interview with Rob Benedict in it and he said that he wrote this one for Richard Speight JR cause of Richie’s fear of flying. Also, no beta, all errors are totally my own :D

XoX

Sam and Dean normally had no problem with you doing simple hunts on your own. They learned a long time ago that you were more than capable of handling most things on your own, even if you weren’t raised as a hunter. You became a hunter when your parents were both killed by demons, leaving you alone in the world as a young teenager. That was when you decided that you were going to try your best to save people, so they didn’t have to go through the same pain and horrors you did. That was when you came across Bobby and the boys – thus they quickly became your family.

However, like all families there were secrets. And like all secrets, they eventually come to light; just like yours was. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to tell your family, it was more you knew just how your family would react if they knew. However, you were pretty sure that they were starting to notice. Honestly, how could they not? Every time you were around them, there was no demon attacks. It was almost as if demons went off the face of the Earth. Or to their astonishment, Crowley would pop in and offer a helping hand now and again if it convenience him. With that, you knew there was bound to be questions eventually and it seemed that the cat was about to be out of the bag.

Crowley’s POV:

It was the same old same old. Statistics, and margins on souls and yada-yada. It’s not that I don’t enjoy being the bloody king of hell – it’s just not the same with out Y/N. You’d think that after being a demon for just shy of 300 years, that a simple human wouldn’t have gotten under my skin and wormed her way into my heart. But Y/N just seemed to have done that and as if that wasn’t putting her in enough danger. She continues to hang out with those insufferable Winchesters – Moose and Squirrel.

Lost in thought, and ignoring what my minions were blabbering about, I felt my cellphone ring in my pocket. As I held my finger up to shut the idiot up in front of me, and pulled my cellphone out, my heart jumped in my chest. It was the first time I felt worry like this in… well since ever.

On the display of my cellphone read ‘Moose’. Now, we all know that Samantha wouldn’t call me, so that meant that there was only trouble ahead. But I couldn’t help but worry that maybe something had happened to my beloved darling.

“Leave.” I ordered the court as I swiped the answer button on the contraption. As soon as everyone was clear of my court, I stood up and answered. “Samantha. What do I owe the pleasure?”

“It’s Y/N.”

Those were the two words I loathed to hear. It only confirmed my suspicions that something was wrong.

“We think a group of demons has taken her.” Sam continued, “When we went to check on her at the hotel we found that there was a struggle and sulfur.”

Reader’s POV:

To say that your head was pounding was an understatement. It was as if your brain was trying to escape the confinements of your skull, a massive jail brake. As you slowly opened your eyes, you found that the light was assaulting you. Your instinct was to shield your eyes, however you instantly found that you were bound to a chair. This was your epitaph as a hunter, and it caused you to slightly giggle.

“Hello kitty is awake,” You heard a voice call from where you could only guess was across the room. The sound assailing upon your ears.

Taking a deep breath, you knew that you had to figure out how you were going to make it out of this alive.  You knew if there as some way you could get to the knife inside your boot, you could cut your way free and take the demons out. However, even though that sounded like a good plan, it wasn’t feasible with your current situation. There was no way you could get your knife as your arms were bound to the armrests of the chair.

“She’s going to help us take out Crowley.” The second voice rang through your ears.

“Phff,” You scoffed finding your voice. “You two morons must have lost your brains somewhere along the way if you honestly think that I’m going to help you take out the bloody king of hell.”

The first demon walked up to you and plugged a knife into your chest. It knocked the wind right out of you, as the shock of the knife plunging into your chest. It caused your vision to disappear as searing white hot pain ripped through you. You bit down on your lip to try and muffle the scream that threatened to rip from your throat. You couldn’t give them the justification that they were truly hurting you. No, you had to be strong. You had to find away out of this.

Crowley’s POV:

Being the son of a witch had its bonuses. At least with that knowledge it didn’t take me long to locate where Y/N was taken. However, what truly pissed me off was the fact that it was my own men that had taken her.

As I was walking through the warehouse towards the end that the two morons were holding my kitten, I over heard their nefarious plans to try and use her to get to me. That was going to be the last thing I was going to let happen. But what really got to me, was hearing the muffled cry she tried to smother. That meant that these two complete dimwits had hurt her. I wasn’t about to stand for that.

Anger pulsing through my veins I walked towards them, my eyes narrowing as I inched closer to the two idiots that dare lay a finger on my – my Y/N.

I watched as they stood close to her and threaten her some more. The sound of my footsteps finally dawns on them as they turned around. The first idiot pulled the knife from her leg and held it up to her throat. Another wave of anger pulsed through me and without a second thought I snapped my fingers killing the demon.

“You betrayed me.” I simply state to the last remaining demon standing in front of me. “No one in the history of torture's been tortured with torture like the torture you'll be tortured with.”

Reader’s POV:

The sound of his deep and raspy voice was like a warm blanket washing over you. He was your savor and you were not afraid to admit it. If there was one thing you had learned was that you had to take your winnings where you could get them. You watched as the last standing demon tried to plead with the king of hell.

“My king. It was all…” The demon started.

Crowley shook his head, and snapped his fingers sending the demon God knows where. At that point in time you didn’t care. You were in pain and tired, as your head lulled to one side. Within a quick couple strides Crowley had made his way to you and was untying the ropes that had burned into your skin. “You’re going to be all right, Kitten.” He cooed as he dropped the last rope that was bound to you.

“Crowley.” You breathed as he came around to face to you.

Just as he was about to say something the sound of two large men barreling into the warehouse stopped him. “Y/N?!” Dean’s voice vibrated throughout the large room.

“Y/N!” Sam’s voice followed through as they came into sight, both running towards you.

“Sam, Dean.” You sighed as you now were leaning against Crowley.

You could tell by the fact that the King of Hell had tensed that he was not happy to see your boys. “What in the hell are you two doing here?” He barked at them.

“We came to save her.” Sam answered, his brow knitting together, as he put away the angel blade that was in his hand.

“A lot of good you two did.” Cursed Crowley. He turned and scooped you up in his arms. “You two were supposed to protect her, not let any harm come to her. And you bloody blew that one, morons!” He yelled.

Dean’s voice was harsh, but seemed so far away. “It was your demons that did this to her, you douche!”

Your head was resting against Crowley’s chest, and the steady rhythm of his vessel was lulling you to a sleep as your eyelids started to grow heavy. You knew it was a terrible thing, that you needed to get medical attention as you felt your shirt get more and more sticky from your own blood. You took a shallow breath, “Guys, can we not fight right now please?” You asked, your voice shaky and almost in a whisper.

Sam nodded his head, “Guys, she’s right, she’s hurt pretty bad.”

“Cas!” Dean yelled, “Cas get your feathery ass down here pronto!”

There was a flutter of wings you hand grown to know it as Castiel. Before you knew it, there was a warm sensation that made your skin tingle like you were being wrapped in a blanket of warm energy. With it, you found that all the pain simple vanished like sugar in water, and your breathing was restored. You knew that meant that Castiel had healed you, as it wasn’t the first time he had to do it. And you knew it wouldn’t be the last, either.

Standing on your own to feet, Crowley pulled you to his side. “Later boys.” He said as he snapped his fingers bringing you to this throne room, where you found yourself sitting on his lap.

Your brow knitted together as you looked at him, “Crowley?”

“I want you to stay here, where you will be safe until I find out what is going on.” He answered.

Smiling you leaned in and gave him a kiss, “Your wish is my command.”