#like i would make jokes when i was little that he was my second grandad

[nymphaforesta]

i saw Ian's driver parked in the street and asked him if it was okay to give him a gift and he said yes!!! so while Ian was walking towards the car, the driver went "sir, there's a lady with a lovely gift right behind just for you" and my face was like "🥺hellu"

[daisyblog]

Caught

Our Story Masterlist Summary: YN and Harry’s relationship is exposed after a photo of them kissing is leaked. Written in Louis' POV. Warning: swearing

Louis POV:

EXCLUSIVE: One Direction’s Harry Styles caught kissing bandmate’s sister

One Direction charmer Harry Styles has been pictured kissing his bandmate’s sister, YN Tomlinson, at Harry’s childhood friend's University party that the pair attended together last night. Students who were at Jonny's party said “They really seemed to have a connection and only had eyes for each other”. Another student said “They were enjoying themselves, laughing and joking together..were even dancing together”. Harry and YN were then seen getting into Harry’s car where he drove her back to her hometown. Whilst we think the pair are sweet and clearly enjoying themselves, what we want to know is…What does Louis think about his bandmate and sister locking lips?

“I’M GONNA FOOKIN’ KILL HIM” I shouted as I slammed my phone down in front of me on the table.

“Louis..what’s wrong?” my mother questioned as she stood behind the kitchen counter prepping mugs of tea for my grandparents who were sitting opposite me at the dining table. “HAVE YOU SEEN THIS?” showing my Mum the article I just read and the photo attached. She only glanced at the photo quickly and continued making tea. “Oh no..no..please don’t tell me you already knew” I could see it on her face, she knew because she was not shocked, it was like she had already seen it.   “Louis..” my Mum began to speak. “No…this can’t be happening” I said with a sarcastic chuckle. “Where is she?”

“Look..I’ve been trying to sort this out all morning…do you think I wanted to be up half the night with my daughter sobbing in my arms ‘cause she thinks her brothers gonna hate her” my Mum spoke “Just please…calm down for a moment..and let's talk about this without the screaming and shouting..yeah?” “Louis…come and sit with your Nan and me a second son” Grandad interrupted. I went back to my original position and slumped in the chair and crossed my arms. My Grandad’s voice interrupted my thoughts “Okay..so you’re going to sit there a moment..without interrupting me..okay?” “Yeah” “Okay..I understand you’re angry” I interrupted him with a huff “..but answer me this..do you ‘onestly think Harry would risk the band and your friendship if he didn’t like her?” I thought about it and he was right, Harry wasn’t a nasty lad, in fact, he’s the one who tries to look out for everyone and always makes sure they're okay “No” “Does he talk about other girls..does he bring them back to the flat..is he disrespectful?” again, the answer was no. Even when the other boys were talking about their girlfriends or girls they liked Harry would always just sit there and listen. My Grandad’s voice spoke again “I’ll take your silence as a no…have you even considered that maybe they’re meant for each other…ey?” at these words, I looked up and saw my Mum and Nan give me a slight smile. “Okay I get your point…doesn’t mean I’m ‘appy ‘bout it though” I spoke. “Just promise me this” Grandad spoke again “when YN walks through that door…don’t scream, don’t shout, don’t assume anything…please just listen to her…Harry too” I thought about it and took a deep breath “Yeah..fine I promise” Feet are heard coming down the stairs and a couple of seconds later YN appears, walking very sheepishly. I’m given a warning look by my Mum and before I say anything YN’s voice is heard. “Lou..I’m so sorry..I really am” she said with tears threatening to spill from her eyes. I rub a hand over my face because I hate seeing my sisters upset. “I-I…w-we…we never meant t-to hurt you” she sobbed. I got up from my seat and walked over to her, opening my arms as my feet took me to her “Come ‘ere” and she wrapped her arms around me and sobbed into my chest “shh..c’mon it’s alright…I-I’m just shocked that’s all” After YN had calmed down a little and stopped crying, she joined me and our grandparents at the table. “Look..I can’t say I’m ‘appy ‘cause I’m not..but I just need some time to think okay” “I am sorry Lou” YN apologised again. “I know you are…where’s Harry now?” I asked. “He went back to London after the party last night” she explained. “So…is it serious then..you know..you like him?” YN nodded “Yeah..he’s really nice Lou…you should know that” she said with a slight grin. “Yeah…he is…I am gonna talk wiv him though..you know that” “Just listen to him Lou...’cause he’s actually terrified he’s messed up…not just wiv you but with me too”

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I walked up to mine and Harry’s shared flat, having just driven almost three hours back from Doncaster. I put the key in the lock and opened the black door. I close the door behind me and kick off my shoes. I take a deep breath before I walk slowly towards the lounge door, as I was in Harry lifts his head from his hand where it was leaning on the arm of the sofa. “Louis” he began “L-l-look I’m…I don’t know what to say..but I’m sorry” I sat down on the sofa opposite him and leaned my elbows on my knees “I’d be fookin’ lying if I said I was ‘appy…but I’ve had time to think on me way ‘ome…and I’m tryin’ to do what’s best for me sister” “Is she okay?” Harry asked with worry written all over his face. “Uhh..yeah she’s okay…just a bit upset by the whole thing” “I’ve fucked up man” He said and buried his face in his hands. “Do you like her..like is it serious..or is just a phase?” I needed to know for sure. “Lou..I-I would never have risked this if I didn’t like her…I don’t how to describe it but..I can promise you it’s not just a phase…I’d never want to hurt her or you…you’re my best mate and I just wish I’d have told you and you didn’t find out like this” he rambled. “Harry” I spoke “If you hurt her..I will hunt you fookin’ down...now come ‘ere” I spoke as I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. “I’ll look after her Lou..I promise” he squeezed me tighter “thanks for not punching me too..I’ve been waiting for it all morning” he said with a grin. “The band needs your handsome face…otherwise I would ‘ave” I joked. --- As I was walking back from Zayn’s flat where I’d been for the evening, watching football and filling him in on the situation, my phone buzzed in my jean pocket. YN Thank you for listening to Harry. I really am sorry Lou! I’ll phone you tomorrow, love you lots xxx I began tapping my fingers against the screen, adding the nickname I used to call her when we were younger. LouisI love you Tiny xx

[benedictscanvas]

be still, my foolish heart [2] - jamie tartt x reader

pairing: jamie tartt x fem!reader

word count: 2.7k

series warnings: lots of language throughout, some allusions to smut but nothing explicit, a LOT of fucking fluff mostly ngl

a/n: the response on the first chapter of this was so overwhelming in the best way. i'm literally beside myself that people enjoyed it! my current plan is to update this every other day and try and get some little blurbs and one shots out in between. have a fabulous saturday night my loves <3

series summary: when jamie gets called up to the england team for the first time, he's terrified. enter you, all smiles and swearing, and suddenly his only fear is falling head over boots for you.

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chapter two - i swear i thought i'd dreamed her

“Is that all you’ve got, Tartt?”

“Oh you’re so fuckin’ on, Rife.”

It’s day four of training camp. Jamie is over the moon to find that the England lads are largely similar to his Richmond lot and while he’s not half in love with them like he is back home, they’re a good bunch of lads. They get on. They can rib each other endlessly and then enjoy a good meal. He feels far more at home than he could have imagined.

He hadn’t expected Ted to get quite so jealous when he was telling him all this on FaceTime the night before.

“It’s nothin’ like being at home, though, Ted. ‘Course fuckin’ not. Haven’t got a grandad screaming at me all the time, ‘ave I?”

That was enough to placate Ted, allowed him to get on with telling Jamie how everyone was getting on at Richmond. Apparently, Ted had originally called him to get some advice on hair care products, but Jamie didn’t buy that for a second. He knew Ted could tell how nervous he was before he left. He was so grateful to have a gaffer - and a friend - willing to make up a shit excuse to check up on him.

He was holding his own in the training sessions too. He knew he wasn’t first choice up front, and however much it might have irked him previously, now he was able to enjoy the prestige that came with being here. The feeling he got when he shrugged on his England kit every morning just like he’d dreamt about when he was only a sexy little baby.

He loved penalty practice with Rife, tackling Marko in a 5v5 and knowing he’d be tackled back any second. He knew they were training for what would turn out to be some of the most important matches of his career, but it didn’t feel like it. It felt like making a few new friends and dragging them down to the nearby pitch everyday to have a kick about. It felt nice.

Still hadn’t managed to talk to the City lads, though.

It was beginning to affect his play, too. When one of them would shout out an instruction to him, he’d do it without hesitation, wanting to make nice. But he knew that his own instincts got him his place on this team and blindly listening to others wasn’t going to get him any minutes.

Which was why he was stood behind a plant, outside the hotel bar, trying to figure out his move to just go over and talk to the fuckers.

They were nice lads. He knew that. They used to be friends, yeah, but he was a prick back then, so maybe they only liked prick Jamie and weren’t that nice at all. Or they hated prick Jamie and wanted nothing to do with him ever again. Or they thought he was a total joke who didn’t deserve to be there. Or-

“What did the plant do to you?” came a voice from behind him, which made him realise he was gripping the stem with a vengeance, “You need me to kick it over? I’ll do it, but you’ll need to be lookout.”

That playful teasing, that voice, was familiar. When he turned and found you, kind head of PR you that he hadn’t seen properly since your first meeting, he couldn’t decide if he was a lucky bastard or had the worst misfortune in the whole world. He groaned either way as he let go of the poor plant.

“I’ll water it later to say sorry, I guess,” he said, patting a leaf in a way that felt pretty pathetic, “You’re stayin’ ‘ere too? I haven’t seen ya.”

That wasn’t totally true. He’d seen you about once a day since that first day, but only around the camp itself rather than the hotel. The two of you had shared curt nods each time, a reminder of your first meeting, but each time these nods had been followed by easy smiles to each other.

Each time you’d been sharply dressed. A pencil skirt here, a trouser suit there. It reminded him a little of Rebecca, except for the little touches that he’d noticed you let slip through the professional facade. A beaded anklet, a pair of fluffy earrings. You were a ray of sunshine around the place, that much he had picked up on. The regulars at the camp greeted you as a similar breath of fresh air.

“Perk of being head of a department,” you smile, “How’s training treating you? Issues with the grass that you’re taking out on all plants in sight?”

There was a very loud sigh waiting in his throat. He could make up a lie about waiting for someone, or checking out the plants because he wanted to get himself one back home, but you’d see through any bullshit he offered up. And he didn’t really want to bullshit you anyway.

“More embarrassin’ than that, I think,” he admits, watching as your face falls from that teasing smile to something with more worry in it. It’s very hard to keep eye contact with you when you’re looking at him all concerned like that, “I’m gonna give y’ the option to walk away now, if ya want, so y’ don’t have to be part of it, like.”

He watches you make a face as if there’s an obvious answer to what he’s just said. Without thinking, he takes a quick glance back at the City players huddled around the bar to check they haven’t clocked him. Of course, you notice.

“I hope you know how mysterious and intriguing you just made this situation,” you say as you come to stand beside him, more behind the plant than you were, “Something to do with the lads in there?”

That big, loud sigh he’s been holding in manages to break free.

“Yeah, it is. Yeah,” he doesn’t even know how to say it without sounding like a sad sack of shit. You smell really good and it’s the first time he’s seen you in anything other than work clothes and you look incredible in cargos. His thought process is scrambled, “They’re all City, yeah? Sooo…we were teammates an’ then we weren’t. Now I’m…fuck, I don’t even fuckin’ know what I’m doin’.”

Part of him hates swearing like that in front of you until he remembers your penchant for swearing. He hadn’t looked at you when he was talking, but when he risks a look back at your face, there’s no more of that worry that had been there briefly. There’s understanding instead, and he likes it a lot more. 

“You want to talk but don’t know how? Think they hate your guts?”

“Well, it’d be hard to hate these guts,” he says, words cocky but he doesn’t get the tone right and he’s quick to self-deprecate instead, “But yeah, that sums it up. Pretty fuckin’ pathetic, huh?”

“No. Not fucking pathetic at all, Just Jamie. Don’t call yourself that.”

You’re looking at him expectantly so he nods, a little confused by your ferocity.

“Good. Not pathetic,” you say again, for him or for you, he isn’t sure, “So, let’s get us a game plan. How about we go in there, order a drink maybe, definitely some chips, and I’ll wave them over after ten minutes. I’ll make up some PR bullshit, get the conversation going.”

He hesitates. Suddenly, he realises his previous plan was to stare at them all night through the leaves of this plant before running back to his room when they looked like they were about to get up.

“I dunno…maybe I should leave it? Like, I’m making a big deal out of nothin’, really.”

“I think they’d appreciate you making an effort,” you insist, “I can confirm that they don’t hate your guts, if it helps. They’re decent lads. Warne is a dickhead, but he’s harmless. I’m sure you know all this, really.”

“You might be underestimatin’ what a dickhead I was, Just Y/N,” he laments, although the use of what he could now call a nickname between the two of you makes him feel better, “I was fuckin’ awful.”

“No, I know,” she says instead, and he wasn’t expecting that. His head snaps to gape at her so quick she actually laughs at him, “I watched Lust Conquers All. It’s trash but it makes you feel better about yourself, you know? And yeah, you did seem like a dickhead, but you don’t seem like one now. Anyone with half a brain would notice, so I’m sure even Warne will realise you’re not coming at them from the same place you were at.”

It’s a lot to process. Firstly, that yet another person has watched that godforsaken fucking show and it’s you and he feels like a total idiot in front of you now. But then he registers the rest of it, that in such a short time you’ve just proclaimed that he’d obviously not like that anymore. That he’s changed. He knows he has, but he doesn’t always expect other people to notice straightaway.

“How the fuck did you watch that show and still manage to be so nice to me when we met?” he asks, because he can’t help himself. He wants to know the answer. Wants to know if you’re just like that with everyone, because that would probably be easier.

“Hey,” you lower your voice, “Richmond fan, remember? I’ve been to the games. Even a couple of the open training sessions. Everyone at Richmond knows you’re a different person now, right?”

He gulps. Nods.

“Yeah.”

“Yeah. So…I do too,” you’re practically whispering now. Talking to you is like having a piece of Richmond with him, maybe even more so than the playlist. You’re Richmond and you know the new Jamie. It means more than he should tell you to feel like he has someone on his side, “Also I’m pretty good friends with this guy at the club. Do you know Trent Crimm?”

“You know Trent?” he exclaims, louder than he should. You hush him, but you’re smiling as you do it. He repeats his question a lot quieter, “Sorry. You know Trent Crimm?”

“Yeah, he used to do some reporting on England, for a while. We ended up chatting quite a lot. There’s not many male football journalists out there worth making friends with, but Trent’s one of the good ones. He texted me to look after you, actually, so you must be pretty great.”

Now Jamie was really torn. On the one hand, Trent texting you to take care of him was really fucking nice for a man he hadn’t even spoken to all that much. On the other hand, there was now a sinking feeling in his chest that all this kindness was a favour to Trent and had nothing to do with him at all.

“Oh. That’s- uh, that’s nice to hear.”

“Oh fuck, that’s not why I want to help you!” you said quickly, like you’d read his mind, “I just saw you with the plant, wanted to check you were okay. I’m not just, like, fulfilling a promise to him or anything.”

That sinking feeling lifted. Especially because he liked that you wanted to make sure he knew that. He could feel little pieces of his confidence floating back into his body. They were on thin ice, however, when you tugged on his arm to follow you as you walked straight into the bar, heading directly for the City players as you did so. He had no choice but to follow you.

His first thought was that you really did look criminally good in cargos, and his second thought was that this wasn’t in the fucking plan.

“Boys! My City Folk,” you greet them, definitely going for awkward on purpose. The three players smiled and waved as you came to stop beside them at the bar, Jamie following behind attempting to look as cool as possible, “I do hope you’re not breaking any rules? I am a known grass, and I will tell Gareth.”

They laugh and Jamie joins in because then maybe he’ll be part of things. Also, you’re funny, and he can tell you know it.

“Don’t worry, Y/N, just water for us tonight. We thought if we came down here, it might at least feel like we were drinking.”

“And I thought there might be some girls to chat with,” Warne added, as expected by pretty much everyone who knew him, “None around until you showed up, Y/N.”

“You’re a fucking idiot, Warne,” you reprimand, though there’s enough teasing in it that he just grins, “Didn’t the others remind you this hotel is entirely booked out for England players and staff?”

“Yeah. But you never know who you haven’t met yet.”

Jamie snorts at that and it draws more attention to him than he’d like. But it’s an opening, and your eyes are wide telling him to go for it! So he does.

“Strangely profound for you, Warne,” he supplies, grateful when you chuckle and the other two City boys join in, “Hey, how about the next round of water is on me?”

That really draws a laugh out of them, even Warne.

“You were always a generous son of a bitch, Tartt,” Rocky smiles, clapping him on the back. Again he sees an opening and with you still looking at him all encouragingly, he wants to take it.

“Nah, I wasn’t. I was a prick when we last talked. But I’ve been told I’m slightly better now, sometimes,” he glances at you when he says it, but you look so fond he has to look away, “Anyways, what I’m tryin’ to say: I’m sorry for before. Hope we can start fresh, like.”

“Mate,” Rocky shakes his head, brushing him off, “We’re all good. Long as you don’t keep drifting offside when I’m trying to thread one to you, I think we’ll manage.”

“Yeah, and don’t beat me in the fitness trials, alright? That’s my time to shine,” Warne adds, and even he’s got a friendly look in his eye, an attempt to respond to Jamie’s obvious and unexpected vulnerability. The weight that Jamie feels lift off his chest is massive. He can breathe properly again.

“No promises, mate. I’m fuckin’ fast now. Lightning, me.”

And with that, it’s easy to fall back into the banter he was used to. When Warne has launched into a story about not being able to find a toilet in Ibiza, he turns to you to say a silent thank you, but you’ve vanished from his side. He tries not to let his disappointment show on his face.

Searching around for a second, as subtly as he can, he spots a flash of your cargos behind the plant he’d been so well acquainted with. You pop your head out when you see that he’s looking and shoot him a double thumbs up and it’s all he can do not to excuse himself from the conversation and run over to you.

But you’re already giving a little wave and walking the other way. He watches you until you’re gone. Lets his eyes linger even a little longer than that.

When he turns back to tune into Warne again, hoping none of them noticed his wandering eye, he’s so incredibly grateful that you helped him face his fear. That he’s got his wish, and can get back to the game he loves without anymore unfinished business hanging over him.

Alongside that gratefulness, is the tugging at his heart that thinks his position behind that plant wasn’t so bad, once he gained some company. 

But he wouldn’t have flirted with you. He isn’t going to. Bad idea. Just talking, in a totally friendly way, would have been a pretty fucking nice evening, he thinks.

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if you've got this far, i fucking love you!! <3 and if you're at all into real life football like i am (enough to be pursuing a job in the field ffs) then see if you can work out who any of the England players might be based on hahaha

[snakeunderyourboot]

Finished reading “Under the Whispering Door” by TJ Klune and I need to scream about it, so beware spoilers ESPECIALLY under the cut

okay, so I have read 2 other TJ Klune books - The House in Cerulean Sea and In the Lives of Puppets, and while the first was an easy and happy read, the second is my top 5 books EASILY. I love In the Lives of Puppets, I love the world-building, characters, narration, ending, every little thing that is there - I love it.

So I was looking into some other TJ Klune books and I was considering reading Under the Whispering Door before and the only thing stopping me was the premise. You see, when you read the short description of the book, the first impression you will get is that this book is about asshole character that died but then brought back to life and now has 7 days to become a better person while living in the tea shop with this strange guy. And you will think how now this asshole character would try to change his life in 7 days, but also will fall in love with this strange guy and its going to be very sad, because they cant be together and then something will happen and they will get a chance to live happily ever after. Also the asshole guy will change himself completely in just 7 days. The premise is sort of interesting, but also seems so unoriginal and predictable, that I pulled off reading it for a long time.

BUT I was going on a stressful trip and I needed some nice cute book, to better my mood and I knew that TJ Klune books are always very funny and have a good moments, so I decided fuck it. Even if plot was going to be predictable at least there are going to be cool characters and it would do a fine job of keeping me company during this trip.

LET ME TELL YA HOW WRONG I WAS

Not about the characters, they are amazing and I love all of them, but about the plot. The premise is totally lying, because the book does start with a main character death and he stays DEAD. The whole deal with “7 days to live” comes only in a second half of the book and I was so shocked when it happened, because I completely forgot about it.

In fact, we spend huge deal of first chapters just getting to know Wallace(main character) and how the death works(really cool concept by the way, love it). The other characters are also great and I loved each and every of them. From Hugo who is such a patient and nice and encouraging, but at the same time so troubled and hurt, but he cant afford himself to break because other depend on them; to Mei who is actually pretty funny and a deep character, who experienced a lot and it shaped how she behaves, but she still chooses to be better; to Nelson, who is the best old man ever, the guy made me laugh so many times and cry, like Nelson is such a cool grandad(I didnt met my grandad, he passed when I was little, so I got attached to Nelson so quickly); to Apollo who is the best boy ever, the best dog; and to every other small character that appeared in the book. TJ Klune always has great characters, but my god in this book they are all amazing.

Wallace was also interesting character, that I grew to love with every chapter. His change from asshole to an actually nice guy felt a little bit rushed? Honestly, I noticed in TJ Klune’s books, characters who start as assholes but then changed to a nice guys, always have a good start and good finish but a little meh middle? Like Wallace was presented as such a big jerk and by even a middle of the book he become a completely different character which threw me off a little. On the other hand, considering that he died and then put into an unknown situation for who knows how long, maybe it is understandable why he changed so much. Still, I would prefer if he stayed a little bit as a jerk, just a little. A nice amount. Still, I liked him and his progression.

Remember what I said about Nelson making me laugh? This book is so funny, I laughed so much. Genuinely, the jokes are almost always hitting right in the center, especially the running ones. People who read the book - Walce truly does have a legs for it;))

The only thing that I a little bit disappointed about was the ending AND HERE IS HUGE SPOILERS DONT READ IT IF YOU HAVENT READ THE BOOK GIVE IT A CHANCE PLEASE GO RIGHT NOW AND READ DO NOT LOOK FOR MORE EVEN IF SOMETHING THAT I SAID BEFORE INTERESTED YOU EVEN A LITTLE GO AND READ IT I PROMISE YOU ITS REALLY GOOD

okay okay here the ending

I knew that Wallace wasn’t going to really go, even if book truly tried so hard to make me feel like that(and did a very good job with it, BUT I JUST KNEW he is going to be alright) and I thought that by the end he is going to remain a ghost but will now be allowed to stay in Tea Shop.And it sort of happened, expect he was also resurrected and made into a ferryman. Which felt too good to be true. I think I would prefer if he stayed dead but was allowed to stay in Tea Shop and they still had a relationship with Hugo even without touching and kissinf. I dont know, I feel like it could have been interesting and not as nice as the actual ending is. For all the talk in this book how life is unfair and we need to deal with it and try to get the best if it, the ending kind of undermines it. Maybe thats just aroace talking in me._.

Also can I talk how amazingly Wallce and Hugo fot for each other? Hugo who always put everyone first and then himself, who never allows himself to have something good, sometimes that he truly wants and Wallace who always took everything for himself and never thought about anyone. And how with Wallace, Hugo allowed himself to care and fight and ask for nice things for himself and he still cares about people, but now he cares about himself too. And how with Hugo, Wallace learn to care about other people and putting their needs first and how it culminated into him basically sacrificing himself for the good of others, because he truly learned how to love. They are such a good fit together, perfectly combining their strengths and weaknesses, like damn, my poor babies

TL;DR this book is amazing, olease read it, I love it so much

[talshiargirlfriend]

This instalment of spy-ay-ay-ay ✨vibes✨ for @candiedsumire snowballed on me, so let me sell you on it real quick: family banter, chocolate, an impassioned speech, Vulcan jokes, only one bed, and a dose of mutual pining. 2.8K words to use 2 lines. Can you pick them out?

Thank you @deadheaddaisy for talking me off the ledge 🥰🥰🥰

also tagging @iamstartraveller776 for a reason which will be clear about 370-some words in 😅

Follows immediately from the previous post here

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Maybe he had been overthinking because things certainly started off well enough. His parents met them on the walkway in front of the house with smiles. 

Trip stepped up to make introductions. “T’Pol, I’d like you to meet my parents Elaine Meyer and James Tucker. Mom, Dad, this is T’Pol.”

He had no time to second guess whether he should have included her rank or called her his girlfriend as immediately his parents each raised a hand in a pair of very passable Vulcan salutes. 

“Peace and long life,” Elaine said in choppy Vulcan while her husband stood beside her proudly.

“Live long and prosper,” T’Pol responded in kind. 

After a brief pause, Elaine continued in English, “Sorry, I don’t know much more than that. Welcome to our home, T’Pol. We’re very pleased to meet you.” 

T’Pol gracefully moved her hand down to shake first Trip’s mother’s hand and then his father’s. 

“Thank you for your hospitality. It is agreeable to meet you, Ms Meyer and Mr Tucker.” 

“Please, call me Elaine,” his mother spoke at the same time his father insisted, “It’s Jimmy, please!”

“Oh, you’re gonna have to work for that one, Dad. It took me months to get her to call me Trip.” 

His parents exchanged an amused glance and led the way into the house.

Trip decided to press his luck a little, “and we were on kissing terms by then, right sweetheart?” She didn’t roll her eyes, but it really looked like she wanted to and that was good enough for him. 

As they followed his parents through the front door she paused and gave him a quizzical look. 

“What?”

“Perhaps I have misapprehended the nature of your nickname,” she said in a hushed tone. “Your father is not named Charles?”

“Oh.” Trip had a brief flash of panic. If it hadn’t occurred to him to tell her this, what if he’d forgotten something important?

“Trip?” she prompted. 

“Nah, you’ve got it right. I’m the third Charles Tucker, but I’m named after my grandad and my uncle.”

Jimmy overheard that and added, “Our oldest son is named Bert after Lainey’s dad, but then my brother Charlie and his wife Maggie had three daughters in four years and decided they were done having kids—”

“My cousins Daisy, Aster, and Violet - you’ll meet them tomorrow,” Trip interjected. 

“So when this fella came along after that we decided he should carry on the family name.”

T’Pol looked between the two men. “I see.”

“That’s her ‘humans are strange and illogical’ face. I see that one a lot,” Trip joked. 

“Maybe that’s because you personally are strange and illogical, son,” his mama chimed in. 

Jimmy chuckled, and T’Pol’s lips twitched. 

“Ha. Ha. Isn’t it nice to be home,” Trip groused. 

Ignoring his put-upon tone, Elaine patted his cheek. “It’s real good to have you home, baby. Why don’t you two go put your things away and get settled, and then we’ll have dinner.” 

Jimmy led them upstairs. “You two are in here,” he said, pushing a bedroom door open.

And that’s when they saw the one large bed filling the space. They’d be able to walk around it fine, but his plan of sleeping on the floor was right out. 

“Oh wow, new bed,” Trip said weakly. 

His dad winked - actually freaking winked - at him and said, “With you kids getting older and starting to bring home spouses and kids, we thought this room needed an upgrade. I’ll see you two downstairs for dinner.” 

Once he had departed, Trip eyed T’Pol warily. “Looks like we’ll be sharing a bed.” 

She responded with typical Vulcan pragmatism. “Then there will be no reason for you to suffer back pain. Which side would you prefer?” 

He stared at her for a second before placing his bag down to claim his side. She was either completely unaffected by the thought of sharing a bed with him or she was enjoying his discomfort. Maybe both. 

After a moment T’Pol spoke without looking up from the personal items she was unpacking. “I was concerned my being Vulcan would cause you some difficulty with your family. I am pleased that doesn’t seem to be the case.” 

“Nah, I mean it’s definitely unusual, but they’ve always been pretty supportive of me finding my own way in the world. And what’s not to like about you? Plus Mom has Vulcan colleagues - friends, even, at the university. Hell, it sounded like Dad was on board before I even called. If anything, I’m more worried someone’ll make an embarrassing sex joke or ask when we’re getting married… but you’re trained to handle ‘offensive situations’ and I grew up with it.” He smirked. 

“I do not think my family would be as welcoming,” she said quietly. She sounded almost sad. 

“Well, it takes some people a little longer to come around. Our project and the joint missions to follow could really help with that. Are you close to your family?”

“Not particularly. My mother is often concerned about my erratic behavior,” T’Pol said drily. 

Trip looked at her suspiciously. “You’re not joking?”

She shook her head slightly in the negative.

“You’re a loose cannon? A Vulcan black sheep? My girl’s a rebel.” He looked at her salaciously, “T’Pol, that’s kinda hot.” 

She gave him a long-suffering look, but there was no longer a trace of sadness on her face as she followed him to dinner. 

Shortly after they all sat down at the table a blonde tornado blew in. “Sorry I’m late! Hi Mama! Daddy, is that the spicy pasta? It smells delicious! Oh, Trip! I’m so glad you made it!” 

She paused then and took a breath. 

“You must be T’Pol,” she continued in a much more dignified manner. “I’m Elizabeth Tucker, and I’m very pleased to meet you.” 

“It is agreeable to meet you, Ms Tucker.” 

Elizabeth’s ponytail swung wildly as she shook her head, “No, don’t get up on my account! I’m just gonna go wash up and I’ll be right back!”

“So that’s Lizzie,” Trip said into the silence that followed. 

“Takes after her mama,” Jimmy grinned. 

“And her brother,” T’Pol added almost inaudibly. 

Elaine and Trip shared a mock offended look and then she shrugged. “All my babies are brilliant and beautiful. I’m happy to take the credit.” 

Elizabeth returned, and dinner continued. They chatted about Lizzie’s new job, progress on the technology integration project, the fact that Trip’s mom and T’Pol’s mom worked in anthropology and cultural history respectively - small universe! - and Captain Jefferies’s excellent recovery among other topics. Trip found himself relaxing and enjoying himself. 

“T’Pol, I’m not sure how to ask this and I promise I intend no offense…” Elaine began.

Trip felt his stomach clench. So much for relaxing.

“You seem more … personable, I suppose, than most of my Vulcan colleagues. That could be personal preference or generational difference, and I don’t mean to imply that you’ve been too casual! Or that they’re too formal! I just … I don’t want you to feel like you have to try too hard with us. We want you to be comfortable here.” 

“There is no offense where none is taken. As Trip’s chosen partner, I do wish to make a favourable impression on you, and I appreciate your efforts to ensure my comfort,” T’Pol replied. “However, I believe what you have noticed is the result of my cultural training prior to joining the technology integration project. Captain Stenn impressed upon our team the logic of observing and adapting to certain human cultural norms, as he believed this would facilitate cooperation and yield more productive results.”

“Your cultural sensitivity training must’ve been a lot more interesting than ours. We pretty much got taught the ta’al and reminded not to talk with our mouths full,” Trip chuckled. 

“I don’t know, T’Pol,” Jimmy said with a twinkle in his eye. “Maybe you’re just a charmer. The handshake thing…?”

“Slick, right?” Trip exclaimed. “Like a choreographed dance move. I knew I was in trouble the minute I met her and she pulled that on me.” 

“Well, she’s certainly charmed Trip,” Lizzie added as she looked between her brother and his apparent partner in amusement. 

“Hey, I’ve charmed her, too,” Trip defended himself.

All eyes swivelled to T’Pol, who somewhat reluctantly confirmed, “He has made a positive impression.”

Trip shot her a cheeky grin, “and you think I’m funny, too.”

“I will allow you to persist in that belief because it makes you happy.”

“All right, fine,” Trip said over the laughter of his family. “If I’m gonna be mocked by all and sundry, I should at least get some dessert to console me.”

He looked at his mother hopefully, “Did I hear you mention cheesecake?”

“That’s for tomorrow, but I did make brownies — egg and dairy free.”

Lizzie clasped her hands together in delight and leaned toward T’Pol, “Mama only bakes for special occasions. Her brownies are so good!”

Trip stood up to clear away the dinner dishes and his mother followed suit.  T’Pol moved to join them, but he waved her off with a smile, “I’ve got it. I’ll see what tea they’ve got since you’re not big on coffee.”  

Once dessert was finished, T’Pol excused herself for evening meditation. 

A few minutes later Trip gestured vaguely, “I’m just gonna go check on T’Pol and see if she needs anything. Be right back.” 

His parents exchanged a knowing look. 

“Goodnight, son,” his dad called to his retreating back. 

Trip knocked on the bedroom door so he wouldn’t startle T’Pol. He’d seen how fast she could react to a threat and sneaking up on her was likely to get him pinned down with her arm against his throat and … Whoa, easy there.  He shook his head to clear it. 

“Come in.”

She sat on the end of the bed in her snug t-shirt and loose pants pajamas looking just slightly … spacey. 

“Hey, I don’t want to interrupt your quiet time. Just wanted to make sure you're ok.”

“I’m fine,” she answered too quickly. 

He narrowed his eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“Chocolate has a … mildly intoxicating effect on Vulcan physiology,” she answered grudgingly. 

Well, that was news to Trip! He grinned, “So you’re tipsy?”

She glared. “Slightly. I have been trained to act while under the influence of a variety of intoxicants and will continue to perform any necessary duties that may arise,” she assured him. 

She’d retreated into formality and couldn’t seem to settle on a focal point when looking at his face, so yeah, she was definitely a little drunk. 

“Of course. Never doubted you… you look a little wobbly though.”

“Your sister was very insistent that I share a second slice with her. I did not believe it would cause any difficulties. However, the effect was slightly more potent than I anticipated.” T’Pol sounded almost apologetic.

Trip winced, “Yeah, uh… Mom told me she accidentally added the cocoa twice and was really relieved the brownies still tasted all right.”

T’Pol tilted her head adorably. “Then it appears my initial judgment was sound. I simply failed to anticipate the… human element. I will not repeat that error.” 

“So, is there anything I can do? You need water or a cup of tea? Want me to get out of your hair? I can go sleep on the couch and say I was snoring—“

“No! That will not be necessary.”

“Ok, then what do you need?”

She looked so reluctant to answer it tugged at his heart. 

He sat down beside her. “Come on, T’Pol. You’ve done so much for me. Tell me how I can help you.”

“I have simply done my duty to the best of my abilities,” she deflected softly. 

He snorted. “Duty is getting the sensor and engine upgrades going. Watching my back is duty. Calming me down when Matt was rushed to the hospital? Watching silly movies with me? Coming here with me and charming the pants off my folks? Honey, we’re way past duty. Maybe you think you’re just really good at your job and maintaining cover - and you are - but you’re also … you’re really good at being my best friend. We’re in this together. And you and me? We make a hell of a team. So whatever you need right now, I’ve got you. Okay?”

She looked at him, emotion pooling in her dark expressive eyes until she blinked it away. Her brow creased like she was considering something. 

“Since we are in no immediate danger, the most sensible course of action would be to rest and allow my body to metabolise the toxins naturally.”

He nodded, and she continued, “Normally I would meditate to calm my mind before sleep, but the effects are making it difficult to achieve the desired state of mind. However, I believe listening to a familiar voice could provide a grounding effect.”

It took him a moment to hear the request in her words. “So, you want me to stay here and talk to you?” he checked. 

“If it is not an inconvenience.” 

“It’s not. But even if it was, I would gladly be inconvenienced if it made things easier for you.” A little embarrassed by his own vehemence, he stood abruptly. “Just gonna change and brush my teeth.”

When he returned she was sitting exactly as he’d left her, listing slightly to one side. 

“You sure you’re gonna be able to sleep next to a smelly human?” he teased. 

She made a show of sniffing the air in jest. Something indecipherable passed across her face. It wasn’t disgust, but whatever it was disappeared in a blink as she leaned back, gripping the bedcover tightly. 

“Your scent is not offensive to me, Trip.” 

Before he could work out how to respond to that, she’d moved up the bed and curled up on her side, closing her eyes. 

Trip followed suit and laid on his back with his hands tucked behind his head. He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, “So is hitting the chocolate and shacking up with boys the kind of erratic behaviour your mom worries about?” 

T’Pol frowned slightly. “When word of our pairing reached Vulcan, she told me to expect a formal communique regarding the dissolution of my betrothal. She was not pleased.”

Trip was stunned. He really didn’t like the idea of causing problems for her. Or the idea of her having a fiancé, for that matter. 

“You’re engaged? he spluttered as he turned to face her fully. “Is this- am I causing you trouble?” 

She waved a hand in dismissal without even opening her eyes. “It is a formality. I was issued an ultimatum regarding my betrothal prior to accepting assignment on Earth.  I preferred a position on the integration team over marriage to Koss. Activation of my secondary assignment - our situation - simply makes me more undesirable. Thus the ‘greetings t’sai’ letter.”

His jaw dropped. “Was that a ‘Dear John’ joke?” he asked incredulously. 

She looked pleased with herself. 

“Well, I’m glad you think it’s funny! Geez, T’Pol. I thought I’d ruined your whole life!”

She didn’t quite snort. “Hardly.” After a moment she added, “I may be divulging too much information in my inebriated state.” 

“Not from my perspective, and you know I’ll keep your secrets, but we can talk about something else.” 

Trip settled onto his back again and rambled on with occasional replies from T’Pol. He talked about how glad he was to have met her, his opinions about the upcoming Vulcan-Starfleet mission, how he would improve the sensor installation prior to testing, and a rundown of the various family members she might meet at Lizzie’s graduation party the following day.  

After a quiet minute he thought she’d fallen asleep until she suddenly whispered his name rather intently. 

For a horrible second he thought she was going to tell him she needed to vomit. He turned on his side to face her. “Yeah?”

“You have a very interesting face,” she told him, staring at said face for a moment and raising her hand in his direction slightly before tucking it under her pillow and closing her eyes again. 

“Okaaaay,” he laughed. “Thanks, I guess?”

“I don’t think I’d get tired of looking at it,” she mumbled sleepily. 

By the time he could process the thought what does that mean? he realised she was actually asleep this time. 

He looked at her peaceful features, grateful she felt safe enough to let her guard down with him. After a moment he became aware he might be moving past friendly affection toward something like longing and turned away before he could reach creepy staring territory. 

He let the steady sound of her breathing behind him soothe him until he hit on another realisation: he’d been joking around with his dad before, but he might really be in trouble here. 

[xtinyslip]

lcvenderhcze​:

“YOU WERE ACTUALLY GONE?” tony smirked, shaking his head in amusement, before shrugging a little bit. it was none of his business, really. if anything… it just showed how alike he and good ol’ hank seemed to be. “not jumping to conclusions here. just saying i know good ol’ hank. he was a pain in the ass for my father in the past, he was a pain in the ass in here for me and… hey, i’m just saying. guy like that? HE ISN’T FATHER MATERIAL. don’t blame little hope for flipping him the bird and kicking him out of the company. bold move there. your girlfriend’s badass, lang. or… is she still even your girlfriend anymore? I’VE HEARD CONFLICTING REPORTS.” and he wouldn’t say more than that. nope. he was going to keep his big mouth to himself. right? and normally, he would have been more than glad to spit out the truth, but.. lang was a good guy and hey, what was the point in actually hurting him? he didn’t want to go back to being who he had been in the past, but… oh, well. “oh, man. he’s drowning himself in booze? damn. well, can’t say i didn’t see that coming.” tony paused, arms crossed over his chest. was he going to tell him everything? “just that… your girlfriend didn’t act alone. she’s not alone. richards was mighty powerful and from what i’ve been told - they gave him one hell of a beating before finally putting him out of his misery. they were at it for hours. making sure that he really, really suffered. long time before they allowed him to die. just.. maybe back off a little, lang. yeah? these are dangerous people that we’re talking about. criminals. people who murder for sport. and if you start asking the wrong questions? just… well, don’t want to see you end up like that dude. no offense but that is not how i would want to go for a second time. just.. whatever’s coming hank’s way - he deserves it, yeah? YOU HAVE A KID. FOCUS ON THAT. don’t let yourself end up like he did. okay?” so this was what happened when he started caring about other people. great. just fucking great.

“i know how much you barely slept from missing me so much?” clearly, he was joking but he nudged tony gently just to physically show that he was too. enough wires had been crossed for one day, he didn’t want to lose anyone else that was important to him and as much as he didn’t like the fact -- tony stark was important to him. “it’s her company, she can do what she wants with it. i’m not blaming anyone i just...” it was so complicated. “hank may have made some mistakes... some pretty big ones but he’s trying and even if he’s not rolling in those father of the year awards? i’m pretty sure cassie thinks he deserves a grandad of the year one. i can’t ignore that. i can’t.” no, hank was family and more importantly he was family to cassie and so... it was complicated. “oh hank’s number one in hope’s shit list but i’m a strong contender for second place.” it had been awful, so awful that he couldn’t even force a smile over it. he had clearly hurt her and that hurt him because he had never wanted to do that. “you blame the guy? hope is out to hurt and i never realised how good at it she was until now.” sure, he and hope had a rocky start but there had always been a fondness there. at least from his side and there always would be but right now? what could he even say? “so she is dating someone else?” it looked like those beers were well deserved tonight. he could feel the colour draining from his face at how tony was describing what had happened. “kang was the bad guy. he would have killed us all if he had the chance.” that wasn’t up for debate. “but torture? the thoughts that go into doing something like that?” how could he justify that? he didn’t know if he could. “not sure i have much of a choice either way... the door slamming in my face was a clear sign i need to take a step back.” scott turned to truly look at tony, not wanting to particularly meet his eyes before because he knew the pain he felt was evident in his expression. “whatever’s coming hank’s way? do you know something? if you do you need to tell me. i am thinking about cassie. she thinks the world of the guy! she loves him! do you know what that would do to her if something bad happened to him?” @lcvenderhcze

[masonmtxo]

Family

Dad!Mason

Summary: just a little fluffy/broody dad Mase at the beach

Word: 700 ish

Notes: its so so short and wasn’t coming out the way I wanted but here we go

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

You watched as Marley squealed, excited little giggles leaving her mouth as Mason dipped her down every now and then, letting her little toes touch the cold water. It was still something you struggled to get your head round, that you and Mason had created this perfect little human and as they played together in the water you placed your hand over your stomach, silently pondering over when you would be welcoming a new addition.

“You alright sweetheart, you look a bit dazed?” A soft voice appeared beside you as Mason’s mum shuffled over to sit beside you on the blanket spread out on the sand. You turned to look at her over your shoulder, giving her a small smile and a nod of the head which she returned. You both sat in comfortable silence, watching as Marley splashed around in the shallow water, her daddy and grandad keeping a watchful eye as they stood and chatted as she played.

“I’m still waiting for the two of you to give her a sibling,” his mum quietly joked, lightly nudging your arm as you smiled in response.

“It’s a work in progress… the thought of having two under 3 is a little off putting, but Mason’s desperate for a boy already.”

“I agree, a grandson would be lovely but any grandchild will do. I'm not fussy.” The two of you giggled again. It had been a while since you and Mason had taken the time to venture down for a weekend in Portsmouth, with his busy schedule you rarely got to take trips outside of London but you had jumped at the opportunity when his mum had mentioned going for a short holiday to their hometown, desperate for some family time away from the hustle and bustle of your day to day lives. And you loved spending time with his parents, particularly his mum, who seemed to be able to read you like a book and was always just seconds away to lend a helping hand when motherhood was getting overwhelming.

“Mase,” you called, waving a bottle of suncream in his direction when they looked over. He pulled away from his conversations with his dad, reaching down to lift Marley to his chest. She immediately snuggled into him, small fists gripping onto the collar of his t-shirt, a sign she was beginning to tire.

“Hi mumma,” she whispered as Mason placed her into your outreached arms.

“Hi baby girl, you having a nice time with daddy?” She nodded into your neck as she wrapped her little arms around your body. Mason sat behind you, legs either side of yours as he encouraged you to lean back onto his chest. You carefully rubbed the cream onto her arms, Marley letting out little grunts of protest as you and your boyfriend chatted back and forth, Mason nuzzling into your hair every now and then as the pair of you conversed.

“I love you two so much, you know that right?” He whispered into your ear, his hand reaching round to hold Marley firmer to your chest as the three of you sat cuddled together on the blanket.

“We do, and we love you just as much. You really are the best daddy she could ask for,” you murmured back, fingers tracing patterns up and down the arm he had wrapped around you.

“I want another one. So bad,” this time he spoke even quieter, conscious of his parents overhearing as he voiced his desires once again.

“I know baby, so do I.” You tilted your head into his neck, placing a soft peck on his skin, cradling your sleepy child impossibly closer as you were overcome with love and affection for your little family.

“Maybe Marls can have a sleepover with mum and dad tonight, wanna spend some time with my girl for a bit before we go back home? Maybe practice making another baby?”

You were abruptly pulled away from your bubble, his dad letting out a deep laugh having overheard him.

“Oi Mase, maybe you should put a ring on her finger first!”

[secret-kpoplibrary]

Inspiring Romance Pt. 10

Pairing: Yoongi x Plus-sized Reader

Word Count: 3.0k

Warnings: well- there's a sex scene so- oral (f & m receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it yall), praise, body worship, degradation, breeding kink, overstimulation/multiple orgasms- it's my usual real nasty shit lmao

Genre: fluff & smut in equal mostly measure

Summary: You spent years happily taking care of an old man who surprisingly leaves you a huge gift when he passes. To your surprise, this gift has brought his grandson to your doorstep. Unfortunately, his grandson is one frustratingly arrogant piece of work and now thanks to his grandfather you're stuck with him for three months. You're sure his grandfather rolling in his grave watching the two of you fight every day and as much as you'd like to get along with him for his grandad's sake- he just makes it so hard to like him that you think you'll strangle him before he leaves this place. There's simply no way this could be worse.

***

"I love you." Yoongi says quietly and you can all you can do is blink at him in shock. You couldn't have guessed that was the thing Yoongi wanted to tell you.

"You- you what?" You whisper as if speaking any louder will hurt one of you.

"I love you. I love the sound of your voice and the way you laugh. I love the faces you make when you're lost in a book. I love how passionate you are about the things you like. I even love when you tease me for being a dick. I love you."

"I- I love you too. Even though you are a dick sometimes." You chuckle a little.

"You do?" He smiles brightly, bigger than you think you've ever seen him smile.

"Yes Yoongi. I do. Don't worry I'm as surprised as you are." You shake your head.

"You ruined it. Couldn't you be nice for five minutes?" Yoongi pulls you closer to him by your waist.

"Let's be real Yoongi- I wouldn't be me if I was nice through this whole dramatic confession moment." You say draping your arms loosely around his shoulders.

"You're so annoying." He scoffs.

"And yet you love everything about me." You tease.

"I'm about 10 seconds from taking it back."

"You can't do that. Sorry, it's illegal. I literally could have died today."

"I wouldn't have let that happen." Yoongi says with a small frown.

"I know, it was a joke. Stop frowning." You tell him kissing his pouty lips lightly. He jolts back slightly in surprise and blinks at you with his mouth ever so slightly agape. "Are you alright Yoongi?" You giggle at the look on his face.

"You kissed me."

"Am I not supposed to? I figured it would be okay- what with your confession a few minutes ago."

"I just- didn't expect you to."

"Well you're not frowning anymore so- it worked. You look like the shocked emoji now. It's cute. You're cute." You laugh.

"Are you usually this giggly with people you like?"

"It's been a long time since I've liked someone, I honestly don't know. Maybe it's just a you thing." You shrug.

"I'll be honest, I quite like it. It makes me feel a little better about how much I like you. I couldn't have guessed this is how confessing to you would go. I actually wasn't going to confess to you at all honestly so I get why you were so surprised, I tried to hide it because I didn't think any good would come of telling you- but the whole time I just kept thinking if I never saw you again I'd regret not telling you the truth, so after everything that's went down-"

"Yoongi." You cut his rant short by tilting his head to look at you because you're sure he could go on for the rest of the night if you let him.

"Yes?" His answer is breathy, probably because saying so much so quickly left him a bit out of breath.

"Just kiss me." You tell him holding his face in your hands. Yoongi stands and pulls you flush against him as he brings his lips to yours. The kiss is hot and forceful as if Yoongi is trying to feed every emotion he has with this one kiss. One hand leaves his face to tangle in his hair, tugging lightly at the intensity of his mouth against yours and the groan he lets out makes your skin prickly in a most enjoyable way. Yoongi's hands tighten at your hips as he kisses you until you're pulling away to breathe.

"Happy now?" He asks, his voice hoarse and quiet.

"Not even close." You smile pulling him into another kiss, shorter this time because Yoongi's laughter interrupts.

"I like kissing you y/n but what's going on with you?" He chuckles grabbing your wrists to hold your attention. He sits back in his seat at the island.

"I dunno, maybe it's the whole being kidnapped thing." You joke with a shrug.

"Getting kidnapped has you feeling frisky?" Yoongi smiles.

"Yeah maybe." You say giving Yoongi kisses between your words.

"Y/n, love, wait a second." Yoongi chuckles.

"Sorry, sorry. I'll stop." You smile brightly.

"You don't have to stop but if you plan to go any further- I'm not having our first time be in the kitchen." He tells you.

"Oh." You feel your cheeks warm slightly.

"Do you want to go any further?" He asks, looking at you intensely.

"I-"

"We don't have to. We can just stay here and keep kissing if that's as far as you want to go. I won't push you baby." He says. You tug Yoongi's hand to get him out of the chair and take him upstairs.

"Your room or mine?" You ask him at the top of the staircase. Yoongi wraps his arms around you, hugging you to him with your back pressed against his chest.

"Wherever you would be more comfortable lovely." He says kissing your shoulder. Your room it is. The two of you've spent tons of your time together in there already anyway. You pull Yoongi into your bedroom and kiss him again, allowing him to walk you backwards until your legs hit your bed. Yoongi nudges your shoulder for you to lay back on the bed and climbs over you, kissing you again. Yoongi's lips trail to your neck and he quickly finds the spot there that has you tightly gripping his shirt.

"Oh- that feels good." You sigh as Yoongi paints your throat with blooms of red. Yoongi chuckles against your neck.

"Yeah?" Yoongi muses pulling at the end of your shirt. A moment of panic has you flipping Yoongi, a thing you're sure you only manage because you shocked him. You shocked yourself too but you hide your face by coloring his neck with hickeys to match yours.

"Y-y/n, fuck." Yoongi's sentence devolves into a moan. You're sure Yoongi was going to say something about your filp, but his hands on your hips tell you he's sufficiently distracted. Yoongi sits up to help you take off his shirt when you tug on the end. You trail kisses down Yoongi's chest and stomach, enjoying the way the muscles tense and relax under your touch. He hisses when you nip at the skin near his hips as you undo his belt and tug down his pants and boxers.

"Watch it." He warns and you giggle in response as you take him in your hand. He takes in a sharp breath when you squeeze him gently. His length is heavy and hot in your grip. It's red at the tip and Yoongi gasps when you lick it from base to head.

"Fuck." Yoongi grunts, his hands gripping the sheets tightly when you take as much of him into your mouth as you can. You bob your head at an even pace, watching Yoongi's reactions closely. His head is tipped back, his mouth has dropped open, and his fingers are twitching to touch you but he wants you to control your movements. Yoongi's legs tense beneath your hands and in the next moment he pulls you off of him by your shoulders.

"I'm naked and you are still fully dressed." Yoongi says grabbing the hem of your shirt. You push your lips against his but Yoongi is having none of your distraction this time.

"Y/n, lemon drop, what's going on? We don't have to do this if you don't want to you know." Yoongi frowns.

"It's not that I don't want to it's just- well I guess I'm a little nervous." You mutter.

"Nervous? Why?" He asks.

"I hate to say this actually I'm just- paranoid you won't like the way I look." You say quietly. You're embarrassed to admit it, most of the time you're happy with the way you look, but you'd be lying if you said Sunwoo didn't get in your head a bit. You know Yoongi isn't him but what if you actually are hard to look at without clothes. You don't think you'll be able to handle if Yoongi has an adverse reaction to your body.

"Y/n!" Yoongi shakes you.

"Sorry- did you say something?" You blink at him and he lets out a little laugh.

"Looks like I lost you for a moment there lemon drop." He says.

"I- I'm sorry, it's stupid. I feel silly." You shake your head.

"You're stuck in your head. It's not silly and your feelings are never stupid. But I'll remind you, darling, I did tell you that I love everything about you. And I, wasn't, lying." Yoongi says, punctuating his last sentence with kisses between his words. 

"Yoongi-"

"Let me prove it to you my lemon drop." Yoongi hums burying his head in your neck.

"What if you don't-"

"I want to see you. All of you, will you let me?" Yoongi asks you. You nod shyly. "I need words lemon drop."

"Yes." You reply breathily. Yoongi slowly peels your shirt off of you and your shorts are quick to follow. Yoongi unhooks your bra with ease and he takes a long moment to look at you. You try hard not to squirm under his gaze.

"Beautiful." He says kissing you gently. When he pulls away, he ducks his head to pull one of your nipples between his lips while his fingers twist and pull the other until both are erect. Your hand goes into his hair as you arch forward towards his mouth. Yoongi's free hand dips between your thighs, gently stroking you through your underwear. "You're already so wet for me baby." Yoongi mutters against you.

"Yoongi- more. Please, I want more." You whimper, tugging his hair.

"God I love you." Yoongi says kissing down your abdomen. He tugs your underwear down your legs and kisses his way up your legs, covering your thighs in more love bites. One more whine pushes Yoongi to finally lick a stripe against your slit. He immediately wraps his lips around your clit, flicking his tongue against the sensitive bundle of nerves. At the same time he inserts two fingers inside you, he curls them immediately, finding that spongy spot that tightens the coil quickly.

"Oh fuck." You moan loudly, arching towards his mouth as your fingers tug at his blonde hair.

"You taste so fucking good baby." Yoongi groans against you.

"Y-Yoongi I'm close." You whimper, under other circumstances you might be shy about how quickly Yoongi is bringing you to the edge but it feels so good you can't bring yourself to care.

"You're close? Wanna cum for me lemon drop?" Yoongi grunts, licking at your clit between his words, fingers still stretching and toying with your inner walls.

"Y-yes." You whine breathlessly, squirming against his tongue.

"Go ahead baby- lemme taste you." Yoongi says, coaxing your orgasm out of you with a few sucks of your clit that have you tumbling over the edge with a low moan. Yoongi's fingers continue to pump in and out of you until your breathing steadies slightly. "I love these too." He tells you as he takes a moment to cover your thighs in hickeys as he watches the way your chest rises and falls. "Fucking gorgeous." Yoongi says coming up to kiss you. You can taste yourself on his lips as his tongue tangles with yours.

"Yoongi- please, please fuck me." You mutter against his lips.

"Greedy girl." Yoongi teases even as he lines himself up with your entrance. His first thrust is slow, making you feel every inch as he stretches you with his dick.

"Fuck." You whimper breathlessly at the feeling of him filling you completely. Yoongi's head drops when he bottoms out, his breathing harsh against your neck at the way your warm heat feels around him.

"Holy shit you feel so good." He groans pulling out and rocking his hips forward back into you. He does this a few times, slowly filling you until you start to whine for more.

"Yoongi- more, please- need more. Fucking wreck me." You pout at him, grinding your hips up against his. Yoongi's hands grip your hips tightly,

"Wreck you? That's what you want baby? For me to completely ruin you? Fuck your pretty pussy until you can't take anymore? Really?" He asks you, his eyes darkening.

"Yes Yoongi. Need it so bad." You groan, pouting more now that he's stopped you from chasing your own pleasure.

"Your wish is my command." Yoongi says immediately changing the pattern of his thrusts, harsh and fast bed shaking movements that have you arching your back. "I'll make this gorgeous body of yours cum so many times for me you'll be shaking before I'm done with you." He grunts, thumbing your clit in time with his thrusts.

"Holy fuck!" You jolt at the sudden contact to your clit. Your hands wrap around him, scratching red lines down his back as he fucks into you.

"Such a pretty little slut, begging to be absolutely ruined." He coos at you as you writhe beneath his ministrations. "I want you to cum for me lemon drop, lemme feel your pussy squeezing my dick hm." He increases the pressure against your clit.

"Fuck- fuck I'm close Yoongi." You force out, your body tensing with the force of your impending orgasm.

"Let go for me baby." Yoongi coaxes and the strain in his voice sends you to another orgasm quickly. "Fuck you look so pretty when you cum. You'll gimme another won't you baby?" He asks you.

"I want to- please make me cum again Yoongi." You whine desperately.

"I will princess, gonna make you cum til it hurts." Yoongi's thrusts haven't slowed even a little as he continues to toy with your sensitive clit to drag another orgasm out of you.

"Shit- shit you feel so good Yoongi. The way you're stretching me out- I love it." You moan, your hands gripping the sheets by your head as Yoongi plays with your body. His other hand travels up to tweak one of your nipples, the added stimulation brings your third orgasm to a head without warning and you release with a shout.

"That's a good girl. Oh I could watch you cum like that all night." Yoongi praises as he continues to thrust into you, sweat making his hair stick to his forehead. Yoongi's fingers keep circling against your clit as you squirm beneath him. "I want another one baby, come on, show me that pretty face again." He mutters.

"F-fuck Yoongi- feels good- feels so so so fucking good."

"Yeah? Feels good? Show me. Show me how good it feels. Cum for me." He tells you.

"T-too soon." You whimper.

"I don't think so lemon drop. I think you can do it. Don't you wanna be good for me?" He asks.

"Y-Yes, fuck yes." You groan at the overwhelming sensations.

"Then cum for me. Now." He grits out adding more pressure to the fingers toying with your clit. To your surprise, on his command your orgasm hits you so hard you see stars. "Good girl." Yoongi hums, though his voice feels far away as you ride out your fourth orgasm- or was that the fifth? You're too dazed to remember. Yoongi takes advantage of your blissed out state and flips you onto your stomach before you come down all the way, thrusting back into you, now chasing his own orgasm as you whimper helplessly into the sheets. "Fuck you feel amazing y/n, squeezing me so tight, and so good too. Taking my dick like you were made for it, letting me use you how I want. Like my own personal fucktoy." Yoongi grunts into your ear.

"Yes, fuck- yes. I am." You whimper, your words slurring together as your mind starts to go numb from pleasure.

"Aw- having trouble stringing together sentences baby? Someone's a bit cock drunk huh." Yoongi taunts.

"Yoongi- please." You mumble pointlessly, gripping the sheets desperately as he rails you relentlessly.

"Please what lemon drop? Use your words. Or are you too fucking blissed out to do that?" Yoongi's hand wraps around your throat and pulls you flush against him. "Fuck I'm gonna breed this fucking pussy so good." He grunts and the idea causes you to clench around him. "You like that baby? Wanna be bred? Fucked full of my cum? Bet you'd look so pretty all swollen with my kid. I can feel your cunt clenching around me princess. I know how badly you want me to fucking own you."

"Yes! Yes- fuck please!" You manage to get out- slurred and loud but intelligible.

"Shit I love the way you beg me princess."

"P-please Yoongi- wan ih so bah." You slur out between moans and whimpers.

"You want my cum that bad? Want me to fill you with it? Breed you til you're pregnant?" Yoongi taunts.

"Yes- please- yes." You whine out.

"You want it so bad- cum for me again baby. Gimme one last one and I'll fill you up like you're begging me to." Yoongi's fingers drop back to your clit. You writhe and squirm even as his hand around your neck holds you mostly in place. "Come on baby. Be a good girl and cum for me. I just want one more from you." Yoongi coos in your ear, toying with your clit until you're panting and shaking against him, cumming with a slient scream. Yoongi lets go of your throat and you fall forward to the bed as he takes your hips and focuses fully on his orgasm. His thrusts get sloppy quickly and soon he's stilling inside of you as liquid heat floods your walls. "Fucking hell." He grunts as his orgasm subsides.

"Lemon drop? You still with me?" He asks.

"Mmm." You answer though you meant to actually say yes.

"Alright well a shower is out of the question for now. Lemme just get a rag and-"

"No." You whine grabbing at his thumb as it's the only thing you manage to grab before he's out of reach.

"I will be right back sweetheart." He kisses your forehead and practically runs into your bathroom to grab a wet rag and gently clean you up a little. "See, I was quick." Yoongi chuckles when he climbs back into bed next to you and you curl into him.

"When you wake up I'm taking you on a proper date. We'll do whatever you want alright?" Yoongi says though he doesn't realize you've already fallen asleep. He looks down at your peaceful face and smiles to himself as he dozes off with his arms wrapped around you. Who would have thought his pops was right about you two being right for each other after all.

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Part 10/10

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[finelinevogue]

Hi can you write wondering about Harry proposing! Do you think it would be angsty like Harry is being all secretive and detached until the reader confronts him and he tells the truth or do you think it would be complete fluff or maybe he proposes during sex?? I have no idea. You’re just a great writer so I know you can do it.

ok i actually have a cute idea for this so if you’re a tea lover stick with it ;)

You were a tea addict.

Green, lemon, breakfast, Yorkshire, PG Tips; you name it and you had an addiction for it. It was your can’t-live-without drink.

You’d always have a cup of Yorkshire tea in the morning to start to the day, which was often brought up to you via your loving boyfriend Harry - who was up earlier than always necessary - and then you’d have green tea in the afternoon, and finally you’d have another tea in the evening to send you sleep. It was an addiction, maybe… You loved it so much though and were ridiculously grouchy without it.

It was known that you liked it so much to the point where that’s what people would buy you for your birthday. Tea sets or mugs or spoons or pots. In fact, you got a tea tasting afternoon as a gift once and it was the most wonderful day because it was filled with your two favourite things - tea and Harry. Harry had then took you out for another afternoon to a Paint-A-Pot shop, where you got to paint an item of your choice. You both chose to paint individual tea mugs and then also painted a tea pot together. It was the best date activity he’d ever come up with. He was in love with the worlds biggest tea addict and he knew it.

In fact, he was so in tune with the fact you loved tea that he was walking into the room right now with your steaming hot mug of Yorkshire tea.

“Good morning gorgeous.” Harry smiled when he saw your eyes faintly open, watching him cross your bedroom. The covers were up to your nose and your hair was definitely a mess, but he didn’t quite with the compliments.

He had a cup of tea for him, too, in his hands, because you’d managed to get him hooked.

“Hello handsome.” You chuckled, sitting up in bed, bringing the duvet up with you to cover your bare chest and taking the cup from his hands. “Thank you.”

“How are you feeling today?”

Harry clambered into bed next to you, laying his body on top of the covers. He was only in his boxers and a necklace - a necklace in which you had made for him when you were bored one weekend. He had made you a bracelet and you had made him a necklace. It was made out of an array of rainbow beads and a little extra pearl bead that had your first initial engraved into it.

“Tired.”

“I’m not surprised after last night.”

“You didn’t have to be so rough.” You took your first sip from your tea, loving that first burn onto your lips and tongue from the hot water.

“Wait, baby, was I really that rough?” Harry asked quickly, putting down his mug on the table to give you his undivided attention. He turned on his side, and you used one of your free hands to play with the necklace you’d gifted him.

“No,” you spoke softly, “no, you were perfect.” You pulled him in by his necklace to give him a kiss, it tasting like mint and tea.

“I love you.” He whispered against his lips, and giving him a few extra pecks to affirm that you felt the same way.

Harry moved away to pick up his tea, and his phone to check his daily notifications. He’d turned off all his social media notifications so he didn’t have to worry about them, but he did turn on all notifications for you on those apps. He hated to miss when you posted something. He would always pride himself on being the first like and the first comment. He loved that it was usually him that had taken the photos or him that had made you laugh in that particular photo. His notifications normally consisted of work messages from Jeff or messages from his mum reminding him to wish a family member ‘happy birthday’.

“Anything important today?” You always asked him this question, in case it affected you or Harry just needed someone to talk to about a certain issue. You took a few more sips as he began talking.

“Mum’s just bought a new cat and sent me about 30 photos of them! My grandad’s sent me my joke of the day and Jeff’s sent me some information I need to read over for tour.”

“A new cat ooh show me the photos!”

“I’ll send them to you.”

You smiled so brightly when the photos came through, drinking the rest of your tea so that you could spend your time looking at the newest addition to the Styles’ family.

But you couldn’t.

“Harry…”

“Yes my love?” He asked, with a smirk to his face.

“Wha—”

“Hmm?”

You blinked back the tears in your eyes, making sure you were reading the bottom of your mug right, lips parted slightly from shock.

“You...”

“Mhm?” He prompted you.

“Yes.” You answered. “Yes, yes, fucking yes!”

“Yes?” Harry laughed in shock, putting his stuff on the side of the table, as did you, in preparation for you leaping on him. You landed with a grunt from him and wasted no time planting your lips on his. You deepened your kiss with him, pushing your lips and your whole body into him. Your hips grounded down, making him grunt in sexual frustration. “Wait, wait.”

He stopped you both and reached over to the drawer, making you pout from being without his warmth. He pulled out a royal blue velvet box and opened it up in front of you, making you gasp in awe. It was the most perfect ring you’d seen. It was simple and beautiful. You couldn’t get over how he’d chosen so perfectly.

“Harry it’s beautiful.”

“Yeah I thought so too.” He smiled, reaching for your left hand to slide it onto your ring finger. “Sits beautifully there too.”

You couldn’t waste a second more to not have his lips on yours, so you you dove down and captured his plump lips to yours. You could feel the love bursting from his cherry lips, filling you up and making you fee so warm.

“When did you do all this?” You asked breathlessly, taking a moment away from his lips and kissing down his jaw and neck.

“Went back to that paint a pot thing, didn’t I? I had the idea the other day to combine tea and me for the proposal and this was the best way to do it! Was it alright? I can do it again if—”

You cut him off with your lips before he said something he didn’t mean. “It was perfect.” Your tears were trickling down your face in patterns.

“You are perfect, future Mrs Styles.”

“I’ve always been future Mrs Styles.” You cockily added to the moment, making him chuckle into a stretch.

“And now you have a ring to prove it.”

[beatles-slash-fiction]

It’s the sound of the pitter-patter of tiny footsteps on the patio outside that has Paul smiling warmly.

It’s his favourite sound in the world.

That, and the sound of a tiny fist banging against their front door.

Paul always gets excited at those noises, and he knows John does too. He exchanges a fond smile with his husband as they make their way to the front door together to greet their impatient guest.

“I wonder who that could be,” John says loudly and with exaggerated curiosity.

There’s a high pitched giggle from the other side of the door.

John opens it, and they’re met with the sight of a four-year old girl who lets out a squeal of delight before throwing herself at them.

“It’s Georgia!” John says with feigned surprise, kneeling down to give their granddaughter a hug.

“Grandad John!” Georgia says excitedly, giving him a sloppy kiss on the cheek. “Look at my new dress!”

She does a little twirl for them both.

“That’s lovely,” John chuckles. “Now where are mummy and daddy? Have you run ahead of them again and left them behind?”

Sure enough, just seconds later Julian appears sprinting down the pathway that leads from their estate down to the driveway, and he looks rather out of breath.

“Daddy tried to catch me but he’s too slow,” Georgia pouts.

Julian is red and sweaty by the time he reaches them, clearly unable to keep up with his own daughter.

“Georgia,” he pants,” how many times have I told you not to run off like that?”

“I know the way!” Georgia argues, but she quickly falls silent when her father shoots her a warning look.

“Outrun by a four-year old,” John laughs, shaking his head as he gives his son a hug.

“Yes, thank you for pointing that out.” Julian rolls his eyes before giving Paul a kiss on the cheek. “Mum, sorry to be a pain, but I had to leave Dhani as I had to chase after this rascal and he might need a hand-“

“I’ll go and help him,” Paul says reassuringly.

He leaves John to entertain their son and granddaughter while he strolls down the pathway in search of his son-in-law, but he actually doesn’t have to walk too far until he finds Dhani, walking towards the house at a leisurely pace with both hands resting on his large bump.

“Are you the search party?” Dhani jokes as Paul approaches and gives him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “I can’t believe how fast that kid can run now.”

“Faster than your husband,” Paul chuckles, linking his arm with Dhani’s so the younger man can lean on him. “God, you’re so big now.”

“Yeah.” Dhani grins and pats his bump. “Six more weeks. Can’t wait. This pregnancy’s been even worse than the last one. I feel sick and faint all the time now.”

“Your mum was like this when he was pregnant with you, y’know. Even then he was still such a skinny thing and he was forever passing out in the middle of recording sessions. Your dad used to have to hold his legs up in the air to revive him.”

Dhani smiles thoughtfully.

They walk in comfortable silence, and Paul reflects on how he’s always felt close to Dhani; he’s always treated the younger man like another son.

“We’ve thought of a name, you know,” Dhani says just before they reach the house. “We came up with names after we found out it was a boy.”

“Oh?” Paul tries not to sound too eager.

“Yeah. Since we’ve got little miss Georgia Joan Lennon, we thought we’d better carry on the tradition. So we’re going to name him James Richard.”

Paul’s eyes sting slightly, and he squeezes Dhani’s arm.

“That’s really lovely. I’m touched. Have you told your dad yet?”

“Yeah. He’s thrilled.”

Paul pats Dhani’s bump gently, his heart fluttering when he feels his grandson kick.

By the time they they make it into the house, John and Julian are already seated in the kitchen, listening intently as Georgia excitedly explains all the things she’s going to do with her new baby brother when he arrives.

“Next week I’m going to the toy shop to pick a toy for him, and it’s going to be the very first toy he gets,” she says proudly. “Isn’t that right, mummy?”

“That’s right,” Dhani laughs, stroking her hair as he eases himself into a chair. “Why don’t you tell Grandad John and Nana Paul what you got up to the other day with daddy?”

Georgia looks very pleased with herself. “Me and daddy painted the baby’s room. I wanted to make it pink but daddy said the baby might not like that. So we did it yellow.”

“That’s a good colour,” John agrees.

“And Grandad Ringo and Nana George have made a room for the baby at their house too. Right next to my room. So maybe we should have a room for the baby here. I think that would be a good idea.”

Georgia nods knowingly, as if she’s just suggested something rather groundbreaking.

John turns to Julian. “Is this your subtle way of trying to get us to babysit more?”

Julian laughs. “I think this is her subtle way of saying she wants you to babysit more.”

They listen to Georgia talk about her visit to Ringo and George’s house last week, and how she’s got a new teacher at nursery, and how she has a new best friend called Lucy. Paul honestly thinks he could listen to her all day; she can certainly talk for England, but he’s captivated by every word. It reminds him of when Julian was a little boy and would come home from school and excitedly recount his day. Paul used to love seeing that excitement in his son and he loves seeing again in his granddaughter.

They give her some orange juice and then Georgia asks John to play with her in the garden, which he pretends to be reluctant about but Paul knows he loves it.

And as he watches John take the little girl’s hand in his own and give her a look filled with pure love, Paul really can’t wait for their next grandchild to be born.

[eldathe]

julian!

I just need you to know that I typed all of this out - and then accidentally deleted it. This was typed out twice, these are the things I do for you.

a song that reminds me of them

I jangled miserably over to my playlists like the clown I am, to present you with Petite Mort by Bad Books. It has a bitterness to it, and feels slimy? In a good way? There’s many things it makes me think of, but I’ll just link some of the lyrics that are standouts to me and let you listen for yourself:

You took apart the sympathetic angle You catered to the bitterness inside Resigned yourself to depths I couldn't handle A million daily deaths before you'll die

and

Gathered a bouquet of roses and posies, and straightened my tie

and

layer after layer of subconscious[…] I couldn't picture living there for good

I have more , but that’s all you’re getting in this ask! (That's a lie, I also will recommend Warhaus for some sleazy vibes. Not necessarily Julian related, but they have some insidious bops you might like)

what they smell like

The stale aroma of a too-expensive cologne; the amount applied is the only liberal thing about him. That, and a hint of second hand smoke.

an otp

I’m easily convinced; I can enjoy reading about most pairings, provided that the chemistry is good or the road to them growing closer to each other is convincingly written. Right now I’m enjoying him with Cap or Robin the most – they match his energy! It’s fun.

a notp

The inverse of what I just said; if it seems out of character I can’t get behind it.

favorite platonic/familial relationships

Him with Kids: I’m a slut for father figure moments, especially father daughter moments. I think it’s a nice bit of nuance when he interacts with them. Also like, inappropriate ghost in moral remission is adjacent enough to reluctant middle-aged man in a zombie apocalypse that it gives me similar feelings.

Pat: There’s just something about the two of them being best mates solely when they have a pop culture joke that no one else will appreciate. Me too Pat, I’d also get along with a tory to feel funny If he were the only audience I could have for decades.

Mike: him and mike have been fun this series!!

Alison: They have this shared self-preservation streak that plays off each other in a really fun way? Like she listens to him immediately when he points out how something will affect them. I don’t quite know how to explain it, there’s just little things they team up on and do similarly that I find fun.

a headcanon that is popular in the fandom but that i disagree with

Good question. I have no idea what popular takes are making the rounds, I’m just vibing.

the position they sleep in

Splayed out, maybe? I’m not too sure- but I do feel like, when he’s asleep, he will do his best to spoon the nearest person or thing.

a crossover au i’d love to see them in

Julian Fawcett being put through The Good Place would be a very interesting turn of events!

my favorite outfit they’ve ever worn

Well his current ghost outfit is several levels of iconic, but I do enjoy whatever you’d call what he’s wearing in that Christmas flashback outside the club. He looks like a grandad on holiday, made me chuckle.

send me a character and;

[phoebenavarro]

the fading sun

I haven’t posted any of my writing here in a very long time but I’m rather proud of this piece so, why not. part of my “Jon decides Tim is the only person he can trust in s2″ AU, but can be read on it’s own

the magnus archives, jontim, 1,456 words 

on ao3 here

Jon is the most tactile person Tim has ever met. It came as a bit of a surprise to him, because of the general vibe Jon has projected the entire time they’ve known each other, but as they’ve gotten closer, Tim has learned that Jon only allows himself to be like this with people he trusts, and Jon has never trusted many people. Tim feels all warm and fuzzy, knowing he’s one of the few people Jon trusts. So Tim holds Jon, and Jon clings to him like a lifeline. Jon is wrapped around him, with his head resting on Tim’s chest, and Tim is stroking Jon’s hair when a thought strikes him, and he snorts. Jon hums an inquisitive tone.

“Nothing really,” Tim says, “I just realized that this…..” he gestures between them, “Whatever this is. Us. Is the most stable relationship I’ve had in years.” Jon huffs out a half laugh, a little bitter.

“Yeah. Yeah, me too.”

Tim lets that sit in the air for a few minutes, enjoying the calm between them.

“What are we?” he asks, “Are we a couple? Romantically, I mean.”

Jon considers it. “I don’t know, are we?” he replies, lifting his head to look at Tim with a raised eyebrow. Tim pulls Jon up to face him more comfortably.

“Oh no, you’re not turning the question back on me,” Tim says, a little indignant, then, softer, “I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t interested.”

Jon has definitely thought about it. He’s thought about how his relationship with Tim really isn’t that different from any other romantic relationship he’s had in his life. The main difference is the lack of kissing (or well, snogging, but Jon hates that word), and going out on dates. Tim is handsome, and kind, and funny, and he’s the only person who makes Jon feel safe, the only person who understands exactly what Jon is going through.

So yes, it’s safe to say Jon is interested.

“I’d like that,” Jon says, shyly, “If you would.”

“Oh, I absolutely would.” Tim waggles his eyebrows at him, a large grin spreading across his face. Jon smiles back at him for a second, before his brain decides to ruin the moment for him.

“I’m asexual,” Jon blurts out. He winces, embarrassed at his own self. He’s never been good at this part. Tim sits up a bit, leaning on his elbow. He looks a little surprised, but not shocked at the sudden change in topic.

“I mean, I figured?” he says. Jon’s brain short circuits.

“You… What?”

Tim gestures to the black ring on Jon’s middle finger. “The ring. That’s an ace thing, right?”

“Oh!” Jon looks down at his hand. “Yes, uh.” Georgie gave it to him, shortly after he figured out he was ace. She was the first person to accept that he didn’t really want sex, and she was integral in helping him discover that there was a word for the way he felt. “I— Sometimes I forget I’m wearing it, and that other people know what it means.” Tim nods.

Jon plows on, unable to stop talking. He hasn’t dated in a long time, since before he got the head archivist position, so he hasn’t had to do the ‘coming out to a potential romantic partner’ spiel in a while. He’s always anxious about it, but with Tim, he’s terrified. Not that he thinks Tim will react badly, but… Every person he’s dated since Georgie lost interest after he came out to them. He knows that, statistically, his asexuality couldn’t have been the reason for all of them, especially when he considered his difficult personality, but the last thing Jon wants is to ruin what he and Tim have now.

“I don’t experience sexual attraction, I never have, and I just want you to know that sex isn’t something I’m interested in, except on very rare occasions. An— and it’s nothing you’ve done, it’s just me. It’s how I am.” He wishes he could blame it on a low libido, but it’s a lot more complicated than that.

Tim is looking at him with such gentleness that he thinks he might cry.

“Jon,” he says, “That is okay. More than okay, really. The last thing I want to do is make you uncomfortable.”

“I mean— I don’t—“ Jon sighs, “I know that sex is something that you enjoy.”

Tim laughs a little, because now it’s his turn to explain a complicated subject.

“Yeah, sure, I have been known to enjoy casual sex,” an understatement, “But it’s not something I’ve been doing lately.” He sighs, unsure of how to explain it. “After Danny I was just… Numb, for so long, and hooking up with people was an easy way to feel something. It was a coping mechanism, I guess, but it really wasn’t healthy, so I stopped. Not that I stopped hooking up with people completely, but y’know, going on dates with people first and making more genuine connections instead of just… using them. And then Prentiss happened, and well, I haven’t exactly been sleeping with anybody.

“I know what my reputation was in Research. and I first liked you because you were never all judgmental about that. So if you never want to have sex with me, I’m fine with that.”

“Well, I didn’t say never,” Jon mutters. He knows he gives off a ‘never’ kind of vibe, (and he was, for a long time, until he figured out what he likes and how he likes it), but he genuinely enjoys sex, on occasion. Usually the issue is that he’s too much in his own head, thinking too much about the logistics, the vulnerability required, that it’s too much trouble, but it can be different with someone he trusts.

“That didn’t come out right,” Tim says, “I don’t want you to think that you’re a burden, or something. Because you’re not, and I want to give this a go, with you, because you’re you, and I love you.”

Jon stares at Tim, dumbstruck for a moment, because it is such a painfully Tim way to say it, and Jon once again feels like he could cry.

“Thank you,” he says, “I appreciate you saying that. Other people have not taken it well, in the past.”

“Fuck that,” Tim responds, “I’m sorry people were shitty.”

“Guess we’ve got that in common,” Jon says.

“Yeah,” Tim sighs, “Bi ace solidarity?”

Jon nods and leans in closer to Tim. “Kiss me?”

Tim doesn’t need to be asked twice. He’s been thinking about it fairly often for the past few weeks. He presses his lips against Jon’s, gentle and chaste.Jon melts against him. Tim doesn’t want to push things too far, since they haven’t had a real conversation about boundaries, so they just trade soft, sweet kisses for a while. It feels simultaneously novel and intimate, and Tim finds himself thinking that he would be content to stay in this moment forever.

After some time, Jon pulls away, a small grin across his face.

“Alright?” Tim asks gently.

“Very much so,” Jon replies.

“Hey, if we’re dating, is it weird if I still call you boss?” Tim asks, humor back in his voice.

“Only if you’re into that,” Jon deadpans, and Tim laughs that delighted laugh he reserves for when Jon surprises him with a joke.

“Oh Christ,” Jon says, as he thinks about the implications of dating someone who is technically his employee, “HR is gonna be a nightmare about this.”

“I mean… Who says we have to tell them?” Tim says, and Jon stares at him, affronted. “Yes, alright, I’m sure the employee handbook has lots to say on the subject, but this stopped being a normal job the moment we got attacked by a worm lady, so forgive me if I don’t see the point in doing the proper HR paperwork.”

“I suppose you have a point.”

“I genuinely don’t think there’s much we can do at this point that would make Elias fire us. And if he did fire us for dating I would leave a hell of a bad review on GlassDoor.”

Jon smiles. “I don’t think academics really use GlassDoor.”

“Whatever,” Tim shrugs, “I think HR would also have a thing or two to say about me sharing a bed with my boss every night for the past few months.”

Jon’s face goes red at that. “Yes, alright. We won’t tell anyone.”

“I’ll make it up to you. We could go on a real, proper date? Go out to dinner, maybe see a movie?”

“I haven’t been to the cinema in ages,” Jon says, “ ‘Would be nice.”

Tim snickers. “Cinema. Alright, Grandad.”

Jon kisses him again to silence his teasing.

[pixie88]

Laila's Birthday

Chapter 15 - Always the Bridesmaid.

A/N: Sorry AGAIN I haven’t uploaded anything new in the last week. I have been away and writing loads. But today I think I wrote the last chapter for ATB maybe... I’m not sure yet. I don’t know how long I want to make this series. Thanks for being patience with me! I hope you like it.

If you would like to be ADDED or REMOVED just let me know! I hate to annoy people with tags.

Read previous chapters HERE!

Song: Bill Medley, Jennifer Warnes - (I've Had) The Time Of My Life

Warnings: Fluff & NSFW

Word Count: 2806 Sorry it’s a long one.

Pairings: Laila x Harry

Enjoy!

Daniel had worked his magic on them both "We'll see you tonight D" Nikki calls back as they leave. "Are the kids coming tonight?"

"I was going to bring them, but Stu's Mum said she would have them. So, I'm letting loose tonight" They both laugh "My dad has said Harry and I can stay the night. No need to worry about staggering home"

"Just the worry of keeping the noise down when you go to bed" Nikki winks at her "Oh god!" she rolls her eyes at her.

They say their goodbyes as the part ways to head home.

~*~*~*~

Laila decides on a blue floral wrap dress, she looks herself over in the mirror. Harry comes up behind her and rest his head on her shoulder as his arms wrap around her "Well, birthday girl, don't you look stunning!" she blushes "Why thank you!" she winks at his reflection.

"You ready to go?" He kisses her neck "Yeah, we better go now.... I have a feeling we won't leave otherwise," he chuckles "You're right, let's go!" they leave her flat and head to her parents house.

As soon as they arrive at her parents garden everyone wishes her a Happy birthday. Laila pulls Harry over to her Grandad "Grandad, this is Harry, Harry, this is my grandad Ezra" Harry smile and holds out his hand to Ezra, who takes it "Nice to meet you Ezra" Ezra smile "Nice to meet the guy who has made my granddaughter smile again!"

Harry looks over to her with a smile "No threats grandad?" Laila jokes "Poppet, does it look like I can take this fella?" they laugh. Nikki wanders over with a glass of Prosecco and a beer for the pair "Laila, you go have fun with ya friends" Ezra tells her. They go over to the group Rem hands the group a shot each "Rem!!" Laila whines, but Rem's laughs "Stop being a little girl" they all knock back the Sambuca shot, all hissing with disgust at the taste.

"Argh! That's awful!" Laila hisses, they do a few more shots before grabbing some food "Laila, will you come inside for a minute" Liz calls her over, Terry follows them. She leads them into the living room "Mum, what is it?" Terry moves to stand with his wife and they hand Laila an envelope "What's this?" Liz is over excited "Your birthday present from us"

"Oh, thanks. I'll open it later," she smiles at them "No, Laila could you open it now?" Terry pleads with her, she huffs opening the envelope as soon as she can't believe her eyes.

She's speechless, Terry and Liz are beaming.

Laila walks out into the garden still shocked over her parents gift "Lai?" Nate smiles at her "Are you OK?" he asks "Erm...I think so...Mum and Dad just gave me, my birthday present"

"Ah! The 31st birthday present," she looks over to him "You got it too?" he laughs "Lai, we all did!"

"I wasn't expecting it! Maybe at 18 but 31? Nate it's a lot of money! I feel bad for taking it!" she whispers "I'm glad they kept it until we are in our 30's. I would have wasted it at 18! Lai, don't! They have done this, so we can put down roots...You could buy your own salon... in or out of London. Don't feel bad" she starts to tear up "It's just so generous! I wasn't expecting it" he pulls his sister in for a hug "You doughnut!"

Harry spots Nate hugging Laila, he knows something is up with her. He makes his excuses and wanders over "Laila?" she hears him call over her shoulder, Nate loosens his arms from around his sister, he smiles as he leaves her with Harry. She turns, he notices she has been crying "Laila, what's wrong?" he cups her face and catches her tears with his thumb, his eyes burn into hers "Hey, it's my party and I'll cry if I want to! Right?" she laughs.

"But what has upset you?" He asks concerned "Can we go and speak somewhere quiet?" He nods. She leads him inside and up to her old bedroom, he chuckles "I remember the last time we were in here," she smirks "Are you going to tell me why you've been crying?" She sits on the bed, he takes his place next to her "It's stupid really. My parents, they gave me this as a birthday gift," she hands him the envelope "You can open it! I got a bit overwhelmed by it," he opens the envelope and looks down at it "Wow! That's a lot of money"

"They have been putting in since we were babies! But they have waited until we were in our 30's to give it us. Mum said we would appreciate it more! I just feel bad," he hands it back to her "No need to be! They did this for you because they love you" He pulls her to his chest and kisses the top of her head. He suddenly lays back onto the bed, pulling her with him, she looks up at him "Nate said I should get my own salon in or out of London" she laughs, "You'd leave London?"

"Maybe if I found the perfect place, but it's just an idea," she smiles at him "Hopefully not too soon?" she can tell he doesn't like the idea "I don't even know what to do yet," he cups he face "Whatever you decide whether it's in or out of the M25 I'm going to be right there with you" he brushes the stray strand of hair out of her face "Duuuuh! I need someone to lift those heavy boxes!" she teases him.

He laughs before flipping her onto her back, pinning her arms down "Just a removal man, ay?" she grins biting her lip "Maybe..." she winks up at him "So does this make you, my sugar mumma," she rolls her eyes "Depends what your limits are?" She cocks her brow at him "For you, I don't have any!"

His face moves closer to hers, this man has her weak with just one look, his scent, his touch. His lips hover just itches away from her, "We better get downstairs before people come looking for you," he whispers, his eyes never leave hers.

She composed herself, "You're right let's go!" he gets up and they head down. He's close behind "There you are!" Rem pulls them over for more shots "We are playing never have I ever" an unimpressed Alec informs them "Harry, why don't you get your brothers and sister over"

Laila calls them over Chris and Will sit it out "As Laila and Harry when off to play hide and seek they're next! Harry, you first!" Rem cheers, Harry thought hard for a few seconds "Never have I ever had sex in a car!" Rem, Nate, Max, Jade, Katrina, Priya, Izzy, Arthur,  Brad, Alec, Alene, Stu, Nikki and Laila all do a shot. He looks towards his girlfriend with a raised brow "My past is my past, but maybe it can be your future" she winks at him, he blushes. Rem pretends to gag!

"I guess it's my turn now! Never have I ever had sex against a tree," she laughs knowing already who will have to drink. She was right Nikki, Stu and Alene drink "Wait, that wasn't a 3 some, right?" Rem asks "What!! NO!" Alene hisses "It's me next?" Izzy questions.

Rem nods.

"Never have I ever gone down on a guy!" Rem, Nikki, Jade, Katrina, Priya, Alec and Laila, who looks up at Harry as she takes her shot he winks. Which didn't go unnoticed by Izzy "You guys are making me want to vom!" She jokes "How do you think I feel all of my brother's wives drank! Yes, I saw you Priya, Jade and Katrina" Max goes next to change the subject "Never have I ever slept with any other people than my wife" a few of the group huff. Laila, Harry, Alene, Izzy, Nate, Jade, Priya, Arthur, Brad, Rem and Alec drink.

This made Laila want to raise the question of how many women had he slept with? The game goes on by the end all are more than tipsy. Laila head over to get a glass of Prosecco, all the open bottles are empty. Terry comes over with a open one "Thanks dad!"

"You having fun sweetie?" She nods "Just these glasses aren't big enough!"

Josie chuckles over her shoulder "Just drink from the bottle, it's your birthday!" Laila contemplates it before grabbing the bottle and taking a swig as she sits "She might be a Carelli, but she's an Anderson at heart!" Ezra laughs, "Laila!! That's not very lady like!" Pat hisses at her "Wait! No, it's not!" Josie hands her an extra long straw "There that's better!" Josie baits Pat, who shook her head in disgust.

"What did your boyfriend get you poppet?" Ezra asks her as she starts to lean against him on the bench "Aww Grandad, he got me this," she raised her necklace from her neck, he takes a look "Aww Poppet that's like the one my mum had," she smiles at him, "It is!" Liz coos "That's why your dad was going through all our photo's a few weeks back" Terry winks "All I'm saying is that boy really put some thought in what to get you. Now are we doing the candles on this cake"

Liz rushes off to light the candles, everyone starts to sing happy birthday to her, she gets a bit teary. She blows out her candles, the music starts back up Time of my life - Bill Medley & Jennifer Warnes is playing Liz drags Terry to dance with her. Laila looks over to Harry, he shook his head as if to say no. She gets up and makes her way over to him giving him, her best pouty face, "Please? It is my birthday," he huffs but with a smile "Come on then! But I'll warn you my dance moves are aw..." she pulls him over to a free space.

They start dancing, he spins her "You said you couldn't dance!" he chuckles "I don't have any rhythm!" she grins,"Your rhythm is perfectly fine!" she winks as she whispers. He pulls her in close, so her body is pressed against his as they move, his lips come to her ear "That's a bit different...and it's a bit public to use those kinda moves" she blushes at his words.

He looks around at the others dancing "How big is this back garden?" he whispers, "Big enough..Why?" he grins, "Follow me!!" he takes her hand and walks towards the trees at the back, the further they walk the more the lights from the house fade. "Harry, where are you taking me?" she giggles, he turns to her smiling, he starts to run, pulling her with him, they get deeper into the trees.

"Harry?" suddenly he pins her body against one the trees, his lips roughly capture hers. His kiss is desperate, she barely catches her breath as his hands move over her curves. His lips move to her neck, nipping as they move, his hands slip to the back of her thighs lifting her. She drapes her arms over his shoulders, she pulls his lips back to hers. Her hands slip between them unbuckling his belt, he smirks against her lips "Are we OK out here?" he asks.

"I don't really know, but to be honest...I don't care" moving her underwear to the side as the pads of his fingers brush over her apex, he grins against her lips "Like I'll ever not be ready for you!" she whispers. He unzips his jeans, pushing them down just enough, he thrust into her, she moans aloud his lips crash to hers to drown out her cries.

Her nails dig into his shoulders, a growl escapes his lips. He clutches a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back "Still long enough to pull on!"  He smirks against her ear. His grip quickly loosens "Oh..hmm...Harry!!"

He groans against her skin, she clenches around him meaning she's close his pace speeds up. It's not long until she reaches her high "Harry! Yes!" she moans a little too loudly. She feels him smirk against her neck "There's no way they didn't hear that gorgeous!" She giggles "I don't care! It's my birthday!" He's close, moving faster, it's not long until he falls over the edge he grunts as his body jerks.

Both panting, trying to catch their breath, he rests his forehead against hers "Is that what you brought me out here for?" she's smirking at him "Maybe" he winks. Letting her down, he tucks his shirt back into his jeans "Harry, I can ask you anything right?" he looks over to her curious and nods.

"Max's never have I ever, how many have you slept with? You don't have to answer if you don't want to...it's just you know my number but I don't know yours" he chuckles and pulls her to his chest, "I don't mind! Our relationship is built on honesty right?" she nods "So including you? My magic and lucky number is...5" she looks up at him "5? That's it?" he chuckles "You know most girlfriends would be happy with a low number"

"I am but you had a 3 some?" he shook his head at her "Yeah, I had 1 girlfriend before the 3 some then that happened with 2 girls which happened because I was heartbroken. Gemma then you my lucky number 5!" he kisses the top of her head "You thought I was a man slut didn't you?" She laughs, "No..I just mean...well, look at you! Why haven't you been with more women?" he blushes "Because my love, you may think your boyfriend is the sexiest man alive but I'm not built for one night stands. I will only sleep with a girl if I see a future with her! That 3 some was a huge mistake one I can't take back but I have moved on from"

"So you see a future with me?!" she teases him "I do! But I have a question for you!" he smirks "What's your number?" she laughs, "That's a joke, right? But I'm game, including you?....Let me think," she begins to count on her fingers "....hmm...32..33...34...!" his fingers dig into her ribs tickling her "Ahhh! OK, it's 3!" she giggles "It's 3! You're my third time lucky" he stops, wrapping her in his arms "Come on, we better get back before people come looking for us" they take a slow walk back to the house.

A few more drinks later most have started heading home, it's late, Laila cuddles up to Harry "Shall we head up?" he asks stroking her arm, she nods "Laila, before you do...erm I have a lunch date, Wednesday are you free to come with me?" Alene asks "Erm..I'm working, but I can take my lunch break around the time you meet? Somewhere near the salon?" Alene nods "Maybe Harry could come? So, I'm not the third wheel?"

"I would love to gorgeous, but I'm back to back all day" Laila sighs "Maybe Rem?" she asks, "No!! Erm, don't want to do a meet the family on the first date," she awkwardly smiles at her "Oh, OK, I get it! So, just message me a time and place and I'll meet you. Right now I'm ready to crawl into bed!" she yawns "Come on, lets get you upstairs" Harry gets up and pulls her up with him, they say their good nights and head to bed.

They have no intention on sleep just yet.

~*~*~*~

Wednesday Laila finally reaches the restaurant she and Alene agreed to meet at on her lunch break. Laila walks in and the waitress take her to the table, Alene spots her, her date has her back toward Laila, but from what she could see from her clothes she was an older woman.

They reach the table, she soon recognizes the older lady, it may have been over 10 years since she last saw her, but she could never forget the face of the woman who disowned her son over his sexuality.

Continue reading this story here - Chapter 16.

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[shadowjeon99]

Done another one of these awfully written 13th Doctor meets Donna and Wilf AUs so uh, enjoy the plot bc the actual writing is horseshit.

Donna noble and her grandad Wilf enjoy a daily coffee and chat and they definitely enjoy trying new places. Today all signs pointed towards Covent Garden, towards Londons newest and most instagrammable cafe

•The Box•

Notoriously reported on for its modern hexagonal decorations, quirky menu and friendly Northern owner, Joan Smith.

The redhead and veteran walk in, Donna immediately starts criticising the decor and wilf feels a strange wave of nostalgia but he brushes it off because it can’t be, it just can’t be. The doctor is dead, he saw him die… did he? yes he did, the doctor said his final goodbyes and died end of story, god wilf really needed that coffee now.

They are seated by a waiter and briefly glance over the menu, oscillating between traditional coffee and more adventurous options. Donna, for some strange reason decided that she’d really fancy the jelly baby milkshake, an out of character move that did not go unnoticed by her grandfather as he is still unable to shake that odd feeling he’s having.

“Oh relax grandad, it’s good to try something new once in a while”

“I suppose you’re right, every choice has some strange twist to it, this ‘ere says fish fingers and custard but I bet you it’s really just sponge fingers”

“That’s the spirit, go big or go home”

They both head to the counter to order *ring bell to alert* says a note and so they do.

“Be with you juuust a second” chimes a high pitched Yorkshire accent “got some stuff from the future… or is it the past??? to get through quickly” Huffs of laughter break out from behind the pair

“She’s so eccentric no wonder this place is doing well” they hear

Wilf’s instinct intensifies and yet he still ignores it, purposefully repressing the very same amazing, powerful, once in a lifetime memories he knows he can never share with his grandchild because he finds it so unbelievably unfair that he was the one that got to remember.

“I’m gonna nip to the loo quickly, you have my order right”

“Yes granddad, If I ever even get to order”

Joan after a while still has not made an appearance and Donna gets impatient.

“Oi you, a bad Yelp review is what you’re gonna get, been waiting here for 5 minutes”

“Ah tough crowd” the owner says pushing the door closed with brute force, securing a good 6 or 7 padlocks as she steadily and cautiously backs away from it, she hears this line a good few times a day so responds with her usual “5 minutes? Try waiting….” she turns to face the crowd and instinctually locks eyes with Donna. The joke she was going to make about Yaz waiting 10 months for her in Jail, has suddenly turned into something even more depressing.

“Try waiting what blondie? The hungrier I get the more appetite I LOSE”

“How’d you get in here” Joan whispers in recognition, completely frozen, eyes wide, a tear forming in the corner of her eye

“Speak louder hun, you look like you’ve seen a ghost”

Joan, taking the first opportunity in over 10 years to talk to one of her best friends obliges and plays along.

“Yes of course, what can I get you, hopefully not a huon particle coffee haha” she instantly regrets saying that, afraid of triggering memories

“Not a what? You northerners and your funny words for things, Anyways I’ll get a jelly baby milkshake and my grandad will get a Barcelona Mocha”

“Your… grandad?” Joan says, remembering the sweet old man she bonded with all those years ago

“Yes my granddad Wilfred? Do I look too old to have a grandad? Are you calling me old? The cheek of you”

“No of course not I’m so sorry, veterans get 50% off by the way” Joan has still not gotten over her socially awkward side despite her 1500+ age

“How’d you know he was a veteran?”

“Lucky guess? Many old people are, I myself-“ she cuts herself off as she sees wilf walk back into the room, a beaming smile appearing across her face

She immediately clasps his hands as he reaches the counter

“Wilfred” she says hoping he recognises her, “it’s an honour”

Donna is so unamused by the over the top nature of this barista but Wilf, oh Wilf can not suppress these memories anymore

“Doctor” he says softly, understanding what is happening, “it’s you” his voice cracking as both friends shed tears

“Oi, hurry up” Donna Chirps from behind “I get you respect veterans but we want our coffee”

“Donna, I’d be proud if he were my grandad, I’d be so very proud” The Doctor says,

Donna’s head hurts, a dull pounding takes over her thoughts, the face of a man she’s certain she’s never seen before pops into her head briefly, one, two, gone, forgotten” the DoctorDonna resurfaced, but not for long enough to do damage.

The pair sit back at their table

“What was that all about” Donna asks

“Oh nothing really”

“No you recognised her, who is she, how do you know her?” Does mum have a secret daughter???”

“Donna it’s nothing, she just…used to be my Doctor” Wilf says with a smile

“Doctor to barista? a little downgrade I’d Say” Donna scoffs as she sips her milkshake “but GREAT for me, what is in this oh my god”

The doctor decides as soon as they leave that despite her wishes to see Donna and Wilf again, that it would be safer if she just left them alone.

The following day Wilf went back to Covent Garden, Eager to tell the Doctor every little thing that happened in the decade she was gone. But when he arrived, in place of •The Box• was a sold sign. He looked closer however and spotted a phone number faintly written in the corner.

[twoidiotwriters1]

Written In The Stars CXXIV (Harry Potter xF!Oc)

A/N: I’m really anxious about this one -Danny

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Chapter Twenty-Two: Sickness.

"You're right," Erick sat on the couch next to her. "Emily and Sirius are undeniably together."

"But they're hiding something," Mel pointed with the rubber wand she was holding. "Every time I hint I want to know more about their relationship, they panic—"

"So that's where you learned it from?" Fred smirked.

Mel slapped the back of his head and he moved away from between her knees, facing his brother from the other side of the rug instead.

Things had gone swiftly after Erick's rescue. Sirius was in a jolly mood on the daily, surrounded by good company and decorating the house with everyone's help. Mel would spend most of her days with the twins and Flint, who surprisingly seemed to have taken a liking to Fred and George, or maybe it was that Ron and Harry kept on treating him like he was Malfoy's long lost cousin.

Erick's attitude towards her did change a bit after the first night. She'd expected him to keep on teasing her and acting as if she were a little girl. However, he would follow her around the house like a very polite shadow, and he was usually eager to be of use for her.

Maybe it was his way of showing how grateful he was about being there, and Mel could tell the twins wanted to tease him, but given the recent misfortune the boy had gone through they were keeping everything to themselves.

Either way, after a few awkward mornings in which Mel had attempted to catch her mother and Sirius off guard only to get really vague answers or watch them walk away from the conversation, she decided to involve the boys. After all, if there was a group of people who were experts at finding out secrets, it was this trio.

"You know," Erick sighed as he picked up a book he'd been reading, "maybe you should tell them you're okay with it and let them do the rest of the talking if they want..."

"They already know I'm okay with it," Mel huffed. "I don't know why are they acting so weird now, it's like they think I'll murder them if I catch them snogging..."

"Maybe you should tell them you and Fred are dating," The Slytherin replied with a smirk. "See if you get a reaction out of them."

"You know what, maybe I will," Mel said resolutely. "I'll do it right now, while everyone's scattered around the house..."

"I was joking," Erick's smile evaporated and he added in a whisper. "Don't do that! You're not even dating for real!"

"Well no, but no one apart from you knows that!" She replied quietly. "It might catch them off guard..."

"I'll never understand why you take his advice right away but when it's me you refuse to listen," Fred grumbled.

"Because your advice is always to 'let things be' or 'maybe a few kisses will make you forget it'," Mel frowned. "Your advice sucks."

"You didn't think I was so terrible the other nigh—"

"I swear on my Grandad's grave," Erick warned him. "If you finish that sentence I'll leave George twinless."

"Sorry," Fred turned back to his game of exploding snap, "forgot we have to watch our mouth now that you're around, grandpa..."

Erick threw a cushion at Fred, but he was looking livelier than ever before. From time to time, he would loosen up and act like an actual teenager, which looked quite nice on him. Mel could feel him healing , and the best part was that she could feel herself healing too.

She knew everyone was keeping Harry at a proper distance from her as well, her friends had listened to their argument, but the funny thing was that if anyone would've tried to ask her about Harry now, she would've answered with no hesitation.

Telling Erick was liberating, especially after her last fight with Harry where she realized that -unfortunate, but expected- her feelings for him had diminished to the point where they were nothing but a memory.

She didn't hate him anymore, didn't resent him either. That helped both of them coexist in the same house without imploding. Harry was treating her like a real person and not a damsel he needed to save, and Mel was finally able to talk to him without being afraid of hurting his feelings. She could be honest because she didn't have anything to lose by doing so.

Mel walked through the house when she heard Sirius arguing with her mother in the kitchen. Curious to know what was the fight about, Mel sneaked in as silently as she could, and she hid behind the railing so the adults couldn't see her in the dim light.

"I'm telling you it's nothing!" Emily was saying. "It's normal, the first few months the nausea is always like that, you're losing your mind over nonsense!"

Mel's stomach dropped. Nausea?

"It's been a hard couple of weeks," Sirius replied, "I shouldn't have let you leave the house after Fred and George said they'd go get Erick, you're in no condition—"

"I will ask you," Emily said impatiently, "to stop talking about me like I'm dying. Don't be ridiculous, I've gone through it before, I know my limits!"

Her mum! It was her mum the one who was sick!

It was enough they'd hidden her uncle's sickness from her all those years ago, it was not going to happen again.

"What's wrong with my mum?"

Sirius and Emily stopped their bickering, both adults turning to see the girl with wide eyes.

"Mel..."  

"Nothing's wrong with your mum, little Em," Sirius was quick to reply. "We were just... we were..."

"Don't lie to me," Mel frowned. "I heard you, you said my mum was sick..."

"No, love, you misunderstood–"

"We were talking about your mother's morning sickness," Sirius said pointedly.

Emily hit the man's arm, but Mel didn't react.

"What's that?"

Sirius looked positively confused.

"What do you... you don't know?" He looked at the woman next to him and whispered something. Emily turned bright red.

"Of course she knows how babies are born, Sirius!"

"Then why is she—"

"Because we never went into those specific details," Emily replied. "Fine! I've avoided this conversation long enough, and you're bound to found out in the end. Sit down, Mel."

Mel obeyed.

"Well..." Her mother started. "I guess by now you're aware that Sirius and I..."

"Yes, much like everyone else in this house," Mel pushed it aside. "What does that have to do with your sickness?"

"Because my sickness," Emily's voice faltered. "My... er..."

"Morning sickness is a symptom, Mel," Sirius continued. "But it doesn't come from a disease."

Mel's frown deepened. "What is it, then?"

"I'm pregnant."

"What?" The girl blinked. "How— Are you sure?"

"Yes," Sirius scratched the back of his head. "For the last two months..."

"TWO MONTHS?" Mel stood up, her hands going up to cover her mouth. The rest of the sentence came out muffled. "You've been pregnant for two months?!"

"Don't be vexed," Emily winced. "I tried to send a letter, but it felt like such a cold way to let you know... then you came home but trouble just kept coming..."

"That's the reason you were fighting when we arrived!" Mel said in realization. "You didn't want my mum to hurt herself!"

"Which is stupid, really," Emily huffed, glaring at the man standing behind her. "I'm not that far yet, I can do stuff."

"Oh my god," Mel covered her mouth again. "The baby's yours!" She exclaimed, pointing to Sirius.

The man cackled in that barking laughter of his.

"Yeah, the baby's mine too."

Mel let out a short squeal.

"I'm going to have a sibling!"

"You're not angry?" Emily asked.

"Angry?" Mel frowned, a smile still playing on her lips. "Why would I be angry about having a family?"

"I told you she would understand, Mily," Sirius said proudly.

"I'm so happy!" Mel beamed, pulling in both adults for a hug.

"That's great," Emily chuckled nervously. "You can't tell the others though, we're waiting..."

"Waiting for what?"

"We want to give the news during Christmas," Sirius said, completely elated. "It just seems like the right moment to do it."

On Christmas morning the girl woke up to the usual pile of gifts at the foot of her bed, but for the first time, she ignored them and walked out of her room, already looking for her mother.

Fred and George stopped her at the top of the stairs and shook their heads grimly.

"Don't go in, Lady. Mum's just gotten Percy's jumper. He didn't even try to ask about dad."

"Go back to bed," George shook his head. "Trust us."

"Oh," Mel frowned. "Okay..."

She returned to her bed and grabbed the first present. It was from Lupin, a book on defense against the dark arts and another of magizoology, both with beautiful front covers and illustrations.

The second was from Hermione's, a quill that was magically fixed so its users couldn't make mistakes. Mr and Mrs Weasley gave her a new jumper -a nice cream colour with an 'M' in the middle- the first she was getting with her initial, and as she moved through the pile she realized three people were missing: Her mother, Sirius, and Harry.

The last one was not a surprise, but she wondered why her mother hadn't given her a present that year.

'Maybe the baby is my present,' she thought with excitement.

When she left her room, she ran into Erick.

"Merry Christmas!" She said happily.

"Merry Christmas," He yawned. "Hey... can you believe I got presents?"

"Well, yeah," Mel grinned. "What were you expecting?"

"Joseph and Gran were the only ones to give me things apart from my family," He said, still a bit unused to his situation. "But here I got presents from everyone and they don't even know me..."

"Did you like mine?" She looked down for a moment and gasped. "Is that... is that a Weasley sweater?"

Erick stared down at the emerald green fabric and smiled.

"Yeah, look," He pointed to the snake in the middle. "Slytherin themed and all... it was nice of them."

"That's so sweet," Mel beamed. "What else did you got?"

"A few sweets from Fred and George— don't worry, normal sweets, not their creations... a planner from Hermione, which I think will be very useful, if I'm honest... Lupin gave me a book on muggle history that looks really interesting— Oh, your Mum gave me this er... disk-man?"

"Discman," Mel laughed. "Those are for muggle music, I believe you'll like it a lot..."

"Hang on," Erick eyed her up, finally noticing her outfit. "Is that— wow— is that your sweater?"

"Yeah," She looked down. "Why?"

Erick's smiled widened.

"You'll love this..." He walked to the twins' room and looked inside. "Oi! Fred! Come here..."

He walked back to her with Fred beside him, when Mel noticed his sweater, she gasped.

"No!"

Fred's jumper was cream-coloured as well, with an F in the middle.

"What colour does George have?" Mel asked in worry.

"Blue," Fred made a face. "Oh no..."

"Did you tell your mother?" She asked hurriedly. "Frederick, did you tell your—?"

"Of course not!"

"It may have slipped from my mouth," George walked out of his room looking amused and just a little guilty. "I didn't think she would do something like this, though... I asked her not to tell..."

"Bloody brilliant," Mel groaned, flushed and embarrassed.

"Well, this surely will be a surprise for your mother," Erick said casually, walking towards the stairs. "Let's go have breakfast..."

After lunch, the kids, Moody, Mrs Weasley, Emily, and Lupin got ready to visit Mr Weasley back in St. Mungo's. Erick joined, he was eager to see what kind of things the healers had to deal with on the daily.

As they left Sirius with Tonks, Mel realized it'd been a while since she'd seen Kreacher. Actually, she hadn't seen him since the first day of their break. When she mentioned this to the girls, Ginny's expression darkened.

"We said the same to Sirius. You know how he told Kreacher 'out' when we arrived, and we didn't see him afterwards... well, Sirius doesn't mind, but we think that maybe..."

"Maybe he went out-out?" Mel glared. "I mean... he could if he wanted to..."

"That's what Harry said," Hermione sighed. "But maybe Sirius is right and Kreacher is just hidden somewhere in the house, with all the noise he's probably disoriented..."

Mel pushed away the uneasy feeling as soon as they got to the hospital. There were a few people there looking angry, apparently victims of some nasty family arguments. Erick stared at the poor witch in front of them and drowned a chuckle.

"I would love to stick a walnut up my father's—"

"You're going to love our dad, Erick!" George tackled him and pulled him in for a rough hug. Even though they were roughly the same height, Erick was thinner and easier to move around than the twins. "He's crazy about muggles!"

"I'm not crazy about muggles," Erick protested. "I just find them interesting..."

"Same thing," Fred put an arm around her shoulders. "You'll love what dad's got to say about that Discman you got..."

"Watch your hands, boy," Emily warned him as she walked past. "You better keep them where I can see..."

"Mum!"

"Don't worry,  Em, you know I'm a proper gentleman," Fred grinned, pulling Mel closer. "At least in public I am— Ouch!"

"Don't be a pig, Weasley..." Erick replied walking away so Fred couldn't hit him back.

When they arrived at Mr Weasley's room, he was looking livelier and was finally gaining colour. He was propped up on the pillow and received Erick like he'd known him for years. Mel suspected that Mrs Weasley had told him about Erick's liking for the muggle world since he was incredibly eager to start talking about it.

Once Erick's interrogation was finally over -the poor boy was extremely anxious about all the attention he was getting from the Weasleys- Mr Weasley finally addressed his wife.

"You — er — haven't seen Healer Smethwyck, have you?"

"No," said Mrs Weasley dubiously, "why?"

"Nothing, nothing... Well, everyone had a good day? What did you all get for Christmas? Oh, Harry — this is absolutely wonderful —"

Harry had given the man fuse-wire and screwdrivers. When the man leaned over to shake his hand, Mrs Weasley tensed.

"Arthur— you've had your bandages changed. Why have you had your bandages changed a day early, Arthur? They told me they wouldn't need doing until tomorrow."

"What? No, no — it's nothing — it's — I — Well — now don't get upset, Molly, but Augustus Pye had an idea... He's the Trainee Healer, you know, lovely young chap and very interested in... um... complementary medicine... I mean, some of these old Muggle remedies... well, they're called stitches, Molly, and they work very well on — on Muggle wounds —"

Mel covered her mouth to hide her smirk.

"Oh, Merlin..."

"What?" Ginny looked at her. "What are stitches?"

In the brief second that passed, Lupin managed to move away towards the werewolf's bed, who clearly wasn't having a good day. Bill got up and mumbled something about tea, the twins quickly followed, both with the same knowing grins.

"Do you mean to tell me," Mrs Weasley spoke before they had the chance to run away, "that you have been messing about with Muggle remedies?"

"Not messing about, Molly, dear... It was just — just something Pye and I thought we'd try — only, most unfortunately — well, with these particular kinds of wounds — it doesn't seem to work as well as we'd hoped —"

"Meaning?"

"Well... well, I don't know whether you know what — what stitches are?"

"It sounds as though you've been trying to sew your skin back together," Mrs Weasley said tensely, then let out a rough laugh, "but even you, Arthur, wouldn't be that stupid —"

"I fancy a cup of tea too," Harry stood up abruptly.

The remaining group of teenagers all followed him, by the time they reached the door, Mrs Weasley was screaming:

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, THAT'S THE GENERAL IDEA?"

"Typical Dad," said Ginny. "Stitches... I ask you..."

"Well, you know, they do work well on non-magical wounds," said Hermione. "I suppose something in that snake's venom dissolves them or something... I wonder where the tearoom is?"

"Fifth floor," said Harry.

"You mean to tell me," Erick was horrorstruck. "That muggles sew their skin back together?"

"Sometimes," Mel smiled. "Tough people those muggles, aren't they?"

"That's... that's barbaric," He winced. "Merlin..."

"Don't be so whiny," Ron rolled his eyes. "It's not a big deal, is it, guys?"

"Not really," Harry shrugged. "Muggles get stitches all the time. They don't sew the skin just like that, they give you anesthetics so you don't feel pain while they do it..."

They kept talking about muggles remedies until they reached a hall with several portraits trying to diagnose them with oddly specific diseases. They got distracted by one particular stubborn healer that kept insisting Ron had a bad case of spattergroit.

"And what's that supposed to be?" Ron asked in outrage as the healer ran through the portraits to keep up with them.

" 'Tis a most grievous affliction of the skin, young master, that will leave you pockmarked and more gruesome even than you are now —"

"Watch who you're calling gruesome!"

"The only remedy is to take the liver of a toad, bind it tight about your throat, stand naked by the full moon in a barrel of eels' eyes —"

Mel burst into laughter.

"I have not got spattergroit!"

"But the unsightly blemishes upon your visage, young master —"

"They're freckles! Now get back in your own picture and leave me alone!"

Ron turned to look at the others, who were doing a great job keeping straight faces. Mel was failing remarkably though, she kept laughing until they reached the next floor, at this point Ron wasn't even acknowledging her existence.

"What floor's this?"

"I think it's the fifth," said Hermione.

"Nah, it's the fourth," said Harry, "one more —"

He stopped, his eyes fixed on the door ahead of them. Mel looked ahead curiously, the door had a small window and a man was standing there, staring back. Hermione gasped behind her.

"Blimey!" Ron exclaimed.

"Oh my goodness, Professor Lockhart!" Hermione pointed out.

"Don't think he's much of a Professor now," Mel murmured with amusement.

"Well, hello there!" Lockhart walked out of the room. "I expect you'd like my autograph, would you?"

Harry muttered something to Ginny that caused her to laugh, Mel was divided between annoyance at the sight of the man and slight pity. He wasn't as tall as she remembered him, but she'd grown a bit the last three years, so it was understandable.

"Er — how are you, Professor?" said Ron.

"I'm very well indeed, thank you!" said Lockhart, pulling an old peacock-feather quill from his pocket. "Now, how many autographs would you like? I can do joined-up writing now, you know!"

"Brilliant," Mel said, trying not to giggle.

"Er — we don't want any at the moment, thanks," said Ron.

"Professor, should you be wandering around the corridors? Shouldn't you be in a ward?" Harry questioned.

"I insist, I don't think we should call him professor," Mel said.

The man looked at Mel intently, his smiled fading a bit, then he stared at Harry.

"Haven't we met?"

"Er... yeah, we have," said Harry. "You used to teach us at Hogwarts, remember?"

"That was hardly teaching," Mel grumbled, but Erick nudged her side to shut her up.

"Teach?" Lockhart blinked. "Me? Did I?"

His smile came back abruptly.

"Taught you everything you know, I expect, did I? Well, how about those autographs, then? Shall we say a round dozen, you can give them to all your little friends then and nobody will be left out!"

Mel opened her mouth to argue but Hermione gave her a pleading look as if saying 'give him a break', so she took pity.

"Gilderoy, you naughty boy, where have you wandered off to?" A Healer walked out of the room and realized Lockhart wasn't alone. "Oh Gilderoy, you've got visitors! How lovely, and on Christmas Day too! Do you know, he never gets visitors, poor lamb, and I can't think why, he's such a sweetie, aren't you?"

"We're doing autographs!" The man exclaimed. "They want loads of them, won't take no for an answer! I just hope we've got enough photographs!"

"Listen to him," said the Healer. "He was rather well known a few years ago; we very much hope that this liking for giving autographs is a sign that his memory might be coming back a little bit."

Mel shivered, thinking that fewer things were worse than a fully recovered Lockhart trying to scam more people.

"Will you step this way? He's in a closed ward, you know, he must have slipped out while I was bringing in the Christmas presents, the door's usually kept locked... not that he's dangerous! But bit of a danger to himself, bless him... Doesn't know who he is, you see, wanders off and can't remember how to get back... It is nice of you to have come to see him —"

"Er, actually, we were just — er —" Ron gestured vaguely.

Something about Lockhart washed her over with nostalgia, he reminded her of a time when things were simpler, and she felt terribly sad at the confirmation that not even someone as silly as him had come out clean out of their mess. She felt guilty and looked imploringly at the group.

"Just for a bit?" Mel asked softly, following the healer inside.

"Five seconds ago you wanted to hit him and now you want to stay?" Erick frowned.

"I got... sentimental," She admitted. "Felt bad about him, what am I supposed to do?"

"You could've ignored him," Harry offered coldly. "You're getting quite good at that..."

"Let's not stay long," Ron interrupted before Mel could answer, pulling her into the ward.

"This is our long-term resident ward," The healer explained as the group walked in. "For permanent spell damage, you know. Of course, with intensive remedial potions and charms and a bit of luck, we can produce some improvement... Gilderoy does seem to be getting back some sense of himself, and we've seen a real improvement in Mr Bode, he seems to be regaining the power of speech very well, though he isn't speaking any language we recognize yet... Well, I must finish giving out the Christmas presents, I'll leave you all to chat..."

Lockhart immediately started to sign pictures as soon as he sat down, continuing his senseless chatter.

"You can put them in envelopes, I am not forgotten, you know, no, I still receive a very great deal of fan mail... Gladys Gudgeon writes weekly... I just wish I knew why..." He paused, his hand dropping a photo on Ginny's lap absently. Then his smile came back again. "I suspect it is simply my good looks..."

"...And look, Broderick, you've been sent a potted plant and a lovely calendar with a different fancy hippogriff for each month, they'll brighten things up, won't they?" said the Healer, bustling along to the mumbling man, setting a rather ugly plant with long, swaying tentacles on the bedside cabinet and fixing the calendar to the wall with her wand. "And — oh, Mrs Longbottom, are you leaving already?"

[...] A formidable-looking old witch wearing a long green dress, a moth-eaten fox fur, and a pointed hat decorated with what was unmistakably a stuffed vulture and, trailing behind her looking thoroughly depressed — Neville.

Harry locked eyes with her, both of them froze unable to find a way to distract the others, and it was too late anyway, Ron had noticed.

"Neville! It's us, Neville!" He said excitedly. "Have you seen? Lockhart's here! Who've you been visiting?"

"Ron, stop yelling!" Mel scolded him.

"Friends of yours, Neville, dear?" Neville's grandmother asked calmly.

Neville was always quiet, but now he looked like he wanted to be swallowed by the earth.

"Ah, yes... Yes, yes, I know who you are, of course. Neville speaks most highly of you," She said, holding out a hand and shaking Harry's.

"Er — thanks," Harry replied.

"I'm afraid I don't recognize this boy," The old woman said, staring intently at Erick.

"Erick Flint," He said, tentatively reaching out to shake her hand. "I— er... I'm spending Christmas with the Weasleys."

"Flint, huh?" The woman said, her eyes narrowing a little. "Yes, I see that... I'm sorry about Eliot, he was a fine man."

"He was," Erick nodded, awkwardly glancing at Neville.

Neville was too embarrassed to even notice him.

"And you two are clearly Weasleys," Mrs Longbottom said appreciatively. "Yes, I know your parents — not well, of course — but fine people, fine people... and you must be Hermione Granger? Yes, Neville's told me all about you..."

Her eyes landed on Mel and she smiled.

"Most delighted to meet you, Miss Dumbledore," She shook her hand firmly. "Yes, I would recognize that gaze anywhere... have you been told that before? I'm sure you have... that sharp mind of yours, I'm sure it never misses a thing."

Mel smiled tightly, not knowing how to reply.

"You and Miss Granger have helped my grandson out of a few sticky spots, haven't you? He's a good boy, but he hasn't got his father's talent, I'm afraid to say..."

"What? Is that your dad down the end, Neville?" Ron asked in shock.

"What's this?" The woman asked sharply. "Haven't you told your friends about your parents, Neville?"

Neville stared up at the ceiling and shook his head a bit. Mel felt something pressing on her chest, but she still couldn't find the words. She realized that whenever she needed it the most her voice would simply vanish.

"Well, it's nothing to be ashamed of!" Mrs Longbottom exclaimed. "You should be proud, Neville, proud! They didn't give their health and their sanity so their only son would be ashamed of them, you know!"

"I'm not ashamed," said Neville quietly.

Ron was trying to look closer towards Neville's parents, but Mel pulled him down roughly.

"Well, you've got a funny way of showing it! My son and his wife," Mrs Longbottom turned to explain, "were tortured into insanity by You-Know-Who's followers."

Hermione and Ginny covered their mouths in shock. Ron paled and Erick went terribly stiff next to her. Harry and Mel were doing their best to control the situation.

"They were Aurors, you know, and very well respected within the Wizarding community," Mrs Longbottom stared at her. "Your father was a good friend of them, dear girl. Matthew was a fine man. Highly gifted, the three of them. And are you ashamed of your father, girl?"

The question took Mel by surprise.

"No, of course I'm not."

"See, Neville?" Mrs Longbottom said harshly, Mel wished she could've asked the woman not to use her against him. "I — yes, Alice dear, what is it?"

Neville's mother had come edging down the ward in her nightdress. She no longer had the plump, happy-looking face Harry had seen in Moody's old photograph of the original Order of the Phoenix. Her face was thin and worn now, her eyes seemed overlarge, and her hair, which had turned white, was wispy and dead-looking. She did not seem to want to speak, or perhaps she was not able to, but she made timid motions toward Neville, holding something in her outstretched hand.

"Again?" said Mrs Longbottom, sounding slightly weary. "Very well, Alice dear, very well — Neville, take it, whatever it is..."

But Neville had already stretched out his hand, into which his mother dropped an empty Droobles Blowing Gum wrapper.

"Very nice, dear," said Neville's grandmother in a falsely cheery voice, patting his mother on the shoulder.

"Thanks Mum," Neville muttered.

Mel looked down, feeling caged in the situation and desperately wanting to help her friend without being able to. When she looked up Neville had a hard stare on them as if ready to fight them in case they wanted to make any fun comments, but Mel knew none of them was thinking of such thing.

"Well, we'd better get back," Mrs Longbottom. "Very nice to have met you all. Neville, put that wrapper in the bin, she must have given you enough of them to paper your bedroom by now..."

Neville, however, made sure to put the wrapper into his pocket. Once gone, her friends started to speak.

"I never knew," Hermione said with tears in her eyes.

"Nor did I," Ron was looking at the door still, his voice dry.

"Nor me," Ginny said weakly.

Erick said nothing, but he looked as affected as the rest. The group turned in time to Harry and Mel. They shared a grim look, but Mel couldn't speak, so Harry started.

"We did. Dumbledore told us but we promised we wouldn't mention it... that's what Bellatrix Lestrange got sent to Azkaban for, using the Cruciatus Curse on Neville's parents until they lost their minds."

"Bellatrix Lestrange did that? That woman Kreacher's got a photo of in his den?" Hermione asked in shock.

"I think it's time we go back," said Mel, tightly holding onto Ron's arm. "The rest must be looking for us..."

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Bubblegum Ice Cream | Baekhyun

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Lines 72. “Just smile, I really need to see you smile right now.” and 80. “Does he know about the baby?”

Summary: Just another early April morning arguing chatting with your handsome neighbor.

Genre: Neighbor!AU, fluff

Word count: 1.2k

You could have easily left earlier, given that you always used to wake up really early just to see the morning sun tint the dull blueish sky with all those beautiful pink and purple shades.

Just like a box of soft bubblegum ice cream.

But for some reason, you never could find it in yourself to win over the lazy will to do every morning activity twice as long as it usually took for regular people.

You slowly brushed through your velvety, freshly trimmed hair, only to let the brush fall into your pastel bag.

Almost eight o’clock.

As you approached your apartment door, you tried to open and close them as quietly as only possible, hoping for a clear coast, or more like, a clear way out of your twentieth floor apartment building without running into a particular person.

You fixed your hair one more time, ready to make yourself on your way when a sudden sound of another door being pushed open reached your ears.

Oh freak no.

You could have easily made a run for it, the elevator wasn’t that distanced from your own door, but instead you just looked at the opening door with distaste written all over your pretty face.

The door finally opened, revealing a boy with white hair, his eyes transforming immediately into happy half moons followed by a wide sweet smile as soon as he noticed you.

So much about not running into one particular person.

“Well, good morning beautiful” He said, his eyes lighting up even more at the sight of you as if he encountered a literal angel outside of his apartment.

“Go bite a carrot, Baekhyun.” You replied, wondering if you ever will be able to leave the building without him talking to you.

You have been neighbors for about a year now, and to your visible distaste your overly chatty bugging plague of a neighbor took a liking to you of which he thought of needing to remind you every day.

“I was about to go bite a sandwich, and actually I wondered if you would tag along?” Baekhyun was now standing right next to you, offering you a yet another adoring smile, totally not even bothered by your unpleasant attitude.

“Bite your freaking sandwich and choke on it.” You answered in a dull tone.

“Woah, why always so resentful?”

“Dude, you are phuking annoying. Why is it so difficult for you to just ignore me in the hallway in the morning?”

Baekhyun didn’t give you an answer right away, instead his lips curling into a lopsided smile. “And why is it so difficult for you to just say yes and finally go out with me?” He asked.

Impossible, you thought to yourself.

“Because” You started. “I don’t want to talk to you, Baekhyun. And besides, why aren’t you interested in girls your age? Give me a break.”

“I’m only four years older than you, love.”

“Four years too ancient for me, love.”

To your surprise, he let out a soft laugh.

You weren’t too humble about the fact that men were naturally attracted to your unusual looks, but luckily they left you alone as soon as you opened your mouth to tell them to screw off in one way or another.

Years of experience taught you that it was better to stay an ice queen when necessary, resulting in keeping all the idiots away.

But not one particular idiot living next door.

The one idiot known as Byun Baekhyun.

The one Byun Baekhyun who was a dream of probably all girls in the city, whilst none of them interested him.

He had eyes only for you.

Even if all you ever did was to avoid them.

You rolled your eyes to that extent that you were almost sure they did a whole somersault in your skull.

The following frown which appeared on your face didn’t go unnoticed by the boy who’s eyes never left it.

“You are always frowning like that when you see me.” He said. “Literally all I really wanna see in the morning is your smile, so...” He paused. “Just smile, I really need to see you smile right now.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because you are getting on my nerves. And you look like a twenty four year old grandad with that hair.” You replied.

You froze in your spot, when out of nowhere Baekhyun leaned a little to you, looking you right in your eyes. “You have been always telling me how much I annoy you, or how much you don’t want to talk to me or even see me-” He said softly. “Even though you could always walk away, you always stay. Like today.”

For the first time in this year since you met him, to your terror you felt your cheeks warming up. “Jeez, you need some ice cream. And Jesus.”

For a brief moment you just wanted to step on his stupid foot and run away like a little child, but his last sentence made you stop for a second and reflect on what you just heard.

What was wrong with you? Would you REALLY avoid him like the next plague if you really didn’t want to talk to him as much as you always claimed to?

In that moment you needed to stop and admit that, unfortunately, Baekhyun did have a solid point.

Even today, you would have easily managed to quickly run away just when you heard his door opening, avoiding meeting him at all.

But you stayed.

You stayed, waiting for the door to open and to reveal his smiling face to you.

Well, damn it.

Damn him and everything that may resemble him.

“Well if anything, I need some ice cream and some Y/N.”

“Holy fu-”

You couldn’t finish your sentence as it took you by a complete surprise when Baekhyun interlocked his fingers with yours without any warning, even being as bold as pulling you gently closer to him.

He wasn’t smiling cheekily anymore, instead a serious look on his soft face which you never saw before. “Please. Y/N. You have literally captured my heart. And all I wish for is yours.” You felt gentle shivers going down your spine as his thumb started caressing your skin. “Just give me one chance to win you over. That’s all I’m asking for.”

You stared back at him with your mouth open, completely muted by his sudden change of tone.

You could easily reject him one more time, given how many times you already did that.

But the little glitch in your heart told you otherwise.

Damn it.

“So” You started. “The boy next door really does care about the girl next door starting to like him for real?” You asked, trying not to show him that his words were slowly melting your ice shield.

“Of course he does.” Came a soft answer.

“Well” You continued. “Does he know about the baby?”

Baekhyun’s expression immediately changed, looking at you as if trying to figure out if you were joking or being for real. “What baby???”

“Me!” You exclaimed. “I’m the baby! Buy me bubblegum ice cream tonight at six and we will talk about it.” You said. “Eventually.” You added, trying to mask the stupid cheesy smile which was fighting its way on your scarlet lips.

Baekhyun only squeezed your small hands in response, giving you his most beautiful smile.

“Then I will make sure to buy a lot.”

A/N: Lmao what is this

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