#tippy would get so pissed off if he looked out the window and saw another cat across the street

[tallymali]

visited yuki again but her favourite member of staff wasnt working and i guess she was in a bad mood about it. boyf went in to interact w her first and she was affectionate for a little while and then bit and swiped at him. we gave her 10 minutes alone to chill out and then i tried to go see her but she just yowled and swiped at my shoe so i didnt push it. poor lil thing was not happy:(

[fatiguing-thoughts]

“There’s a catch” - Jacob Black x Reader

Request:  “ If you are taking requests, could you write a Jacob\reader on where they "hate" eachother and the reader is very good friends with Paul (always around the pack) and Paul being like "Sure. You know you like him, right?" and teasing them in general.”

“My god, Jacob… you’re so annoying!” I shout, throwing my hands up in the air.

“Yeah, you’re not so great yourself, princess.” He scoffs. 

“Alright, easy there, killer.” Paul laughs, picking me up and moving me. 

Jacob, as always was pissing me off. He just always had to butt in and say something to piss me off. 

I was in the middle about complaining about my car breaking down earlier today, having to walk in the rain to Paul’s house. 

I was rambling about how the engine overheated, causing me to have to pull over and try to figure it out, but to no avail. I was unable to get the car to start again. 

“Maybe you should have had that coolant in your trunk like I told you.”

“Maybe you should have listened to me.”

“Maybe if you weren’t so forgetful.” 

“Maybe if you actually listened to me.”

“Maybe if you would actually take care of your car.’

Statements like all of the above immediately came out of Jacob’s big mouth. Him insulting me and my competence for when it came to taking care of my car.

“Jacob, it’s a crappy old car! I used the rest of the coolant the other day in it, there’s a leak somewhere! Embry said he’d help me fix it, but he had to patrol. So he can’t fix it until Saturday.” I huff, rolling my eyes at the jerk in front of me. 

“Jake, maybe you could look at it.” Paul suggests, nudging his friend.

“Yeah, no thanks.” Jacob chuckles. 

“Alright, Paul you’re stuck with driving me to work the rest of the week.” 

“Please, at least teach me what to do. I can’t drive her to and from work, I can’t wake up that early.” Paul laughs.

“Eh.” Jacob smirks. 

“My god, Jacob… you’re so annoying!” I shout, throwing my hands up in the air. 

“Yeah, you’re not so great yourself, princess.” He scoffs. 

“Alright, easy there, killer.” Paul laughs, picking me up and moving me away. 

I find myself plopped down on Paul’s couch as Paul walked outside with Jacob. 

Jacob and I weren’t always so hostile towards one another. In fact, I used to have the biggest crush on him, but then he turned into a shifter and grew to be such a pissy guy.

Paul and I were always best friends, and he often brought Jake around. I thought he was a cute guy. He was nice, he was sunshine. However, that all shriveled up and died when he phased for the first time, and now we always bumped heads. 

Now almost every time we hang out, he goes out of his way to piss me off. I just want to punch his pretty face in. I did, I really do. His laugh just made it difficult to get pissed off, sometimes. 

But overall, I was ready to take Jake in a fight at any moment, he was always trying to get under my skin. 

Just like the other day when he invited everyone out, except for me of course, to go to the beach to hang out. I was sitting right at the same table, watching as the smirk plastered itself across his smug face knowing I was pissed off. Paul insisted I came anyway, so I did. I hung out with Paul and Jared, making fun of Jacob the entire time. It felt good to get under that thick skin of his. 

I heard them getting a bit louder out there, shrugging my shoulders. 

“Good, I hope Paul sinks some teeth into him.” I scoff to myself, smirking at the thought as I sat on the couch. 

Though at the same time, the thought of Paul doing anything to Jake also worried me. I’ve always felt a pull to Jake, even since he became such an asshole to me.

A moment later, Paul walks in the door with a smile on his face, Jacob trailing behind with his hand on his nose. It made me think about all the times Paul teased me about how he thought, or knew, that I had a crush on Jacob.

“Is it because you like him?”

“Oh so you know you like him, right?” 

“I can’t you won’t just shoot your shot.” 

“We settled it, so Jacob’s going to fix your car while I’m on patrol tonight. We’ll go pick yours up right now, sound good?” Paul asks, a triumphant smile on his face. 

“Yeah, that works for me.” I smirk, standing up. 

“Yeah, but you have to help him fix it.” Paul says, a devilish grin pulling at his lips. 

I look over to see Jacob, his eyes rolling. 

“Of course there’s a catch.” I bite my lip. 

Paul only smirks, grabbing his keys off the counter and making his way outside to his truck, Jacob and I following behind him.

I took shotgun, directing Paul to where my car was left. 

“Great, so you’ll be steering and Jake’s gonna push it. Good luck!” Paul yells through the open window as Jake and I exit the car, laughing his ass off. 

“Great.” Jacob scoffs, kicking the dirt on the side of the road. 

“Thanks.” I press my lips, bending my head down. 

I get into the car, waiting for Jake to get ready to push. Once I get the all clear, we were on our way to Jacob’s garage. Due to his inhuman strength, we made it there quicker than I thought. 

I get out of the car after it’s parked in his garage, quickly noticing Jacob’s shirt clinging to his abdomen. I immediately tear my eyes away from him and back to the car. My shoulders were shivering from the cold. The smell of oil and tools invading my senses. 

“I’m gonna change quick, but I’ll be back.” He says, running his hands through his soaking wet hair. 

I turn back to my car, popping the hood open to get a jumpstart to things. I turn the remainder of the lights on in the garage, knowing that we would need more light. I sat down on an empty crate, holding myself to keep warm. 

Jacob soon returns, a different t-shirt and pair of jeans on, a hoodie in hand. 

“Here, I can’t listen to all that teeth chattering all night.” He walks over, laying the maroon fabric on my lap. 

“Oh, thanks.” I raise an eyebrow, immediately grabbing the hoodie into my shaking hands.

I stand up, throwing the hoodie over my body. I watched as it fell well-past my hips and the sleeves slinging inches lower than the end of my hands. Shrugging, I make my way over to the front end of my car, joining Jacob as he watches me. 

I thought I almost saw a glimor in his eyes, but I knew that wasn’t true. 

“I have a tube that’ll be the same size as yours over on that shelf over there. Top shelf, blue bin.” He points over to the left. 

I nod, walking over to the shelf. I look up and see the bin he’s referring to, shocked that he thought I could reach it. I decide it was better to just try to reach it. I stand on my tippy toes, gripping onto the shelf with one hand, and reaching the other up as high as I can. I felt my body stretch, growing tired quickly as I tried to reach. 

I heard chuckling come from behind me, I go to turn around to give him a stink face, but when I do I’m met with his chest in front of my face. He simply reaches a hand over me, easily grabbing the bin and bringing it down, a smirk on his face as he looks down at my own, a blush creeping its way to my cheeks. 

“Forgot you were two feet tall.” His husky voice whispers with a smirk on his face.

I quickly exhaled, suddenly flustered with the close proximity of our bodies. 

He turns around, walking over to my car, beginning to take things apart. 

“So what can I do?” I ask.

“Nothing, you already failed task one. Can’t have you mess anything else up.” 

“Oh shut up, that was an impossible task. Sorry I’m not almost seven feet tall.” I roll my eyes, sitting on the work bench next to where he was working. 

“Alright fine, hand me the paper towels.” He laughs. 

The air was less tense between us than it had been in months, since the day he phased. 

I hand them over, he graciously takes them as he begins to clean the oil off the engine and wiping his hands off when he finishes that.

The garage was silent for a few moments as he did so, I had to try to tear my eyes from his arms as he was working on the car. 

“Jacob?” 

“What’s up?” He groans, pulling something out of the car and observing it.

“Why do you hate me? We were friends.” I look over, twiddling my thumbs. 

“I don’t hate you, (Y/N). It’s a bit more complicated than that.” He huffs, looking over at me with sympathetic eyes. 

“So why are you such an asshole to me?” 

“I don’t know, I’m stupid, I guess. Or at least that’s what everyone else says.” 

“I mean, agreed. But what is this all for then, Jake?” I ask, realizing that was the first time I actually called him Jake in a while. 

“I just, I didn’t know how to handle this all. I phased, which we both know I was pissed about. And then suddenly, I had no say in my life anymore.” He puts the tool down, standing in front of me.

“I understand, Jake. I’m really sorry… I just don’t understand why you’ve been upset with me, though.” I look into his eyes, furrowing my brows. 

“I just… it’s a lot. I was never ready to tell you about it, but I guess now’s a better time than any.” 

“What?”

“Listen, I… I always had a crush on you, alright? And then I phased… and something else happened. And it just felt like everything I had a say in was taken from me. My body, my time, and then my feelings. I just, I wasn’t ready to accept it, yet. I’m sorry I’ve been being a dick to you, okay?” His deep brown eyes meet mine, searching to see what was going on in my mind.

“Jake… I thought you hated me. I had no idea that you… ya know. I always had a thing for you, too. It hurt a lot when you were so cold to me.” I frown. 

“Well, it’s time I maybe start making up for it.” He smirks. 

I smile as I realize what was going to happen. His warm, large hand found the back of my neck, pulling me in for a kiss. It was quick, warm, and sweet. It was like electricity flowed throughout my entire body. Pulling away felt like an extreme absence of warmth on my lips. 

I rested my forehead on his, closing my eyes. My hand lightly gripped the hair on the nape of his neck. 

“And then, I’ll fix your car.” He lowly chuckles, removing his hand from the back of my neck, lowering it to my hand.

“Thanks.” I exhale, still in shock. 

We made our way back over to fixing the car, not really talking about what just happened, though the tingling never left my lips and the atmosphere surrounding us was heavy. 

He ended up finishing my car and handing the keys back to me. 

“Here’s some more coolant, but I think you’ll be fine. I fixed the leak.” He smirks, walking over to put the coolant in my trunk. 

“Uh, thanks.” I smile.

“Of course.” He looks at me, smiling awkwardly. 

“Thanks again for fixing my car. And before I forget, here’s your hoodie.” I reach down to the bottom of the hoodie, attempting to peel it from my body but a warm hand stops mine. 

“No, keep it. I think it looks better on you, anyway.” He smirks.

A ferocious blush invades my facial features, making him laugh a little.

I feel soft, warm lips press onto my forehead, a warm hand once again on the back of my neck. 

“We can talk more about it all tomorrow. It’s been a long day.” He whispers.

“Sounds like a plan.” I nod, walking to my car door and getting inside. 

“Goodnight, (Y/N). Let me know when you get home.” He smiles, watching me back out of his garage.

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[cosmiccandydreamer]

Stability Chapter 11

Otis Driftwood x Reader

Masterlist is here.

"You listen to me, and you listen well! I am gonna kill every member of your family! I'm gonna hunt them down like the animals they are, and I'm gonna skin em' alive! They are going to feel the pain and suffering of every last victim!" A disgusting squishy sound-filled the empty void of the cell. Sheriff Wydell had stabbed Mama Firefly in the stomach and twisted it until the light left her eyes. 

He was done playing this cat and mouse game. Mama's last taunt and laughter that ran through the station after more questioning pushed him over the edge. He had grabbed a large knife from his office and stabbed her in the stomach. As she fell to the ground he stood and took in the scene of what he had done. There was no turning back now, people like these people are monsters he thought to himself and the only thing monsters fear are other monsters. He had discovered through the interrogation that his brother was indeed murdered by Mama herself when he had come to investigate the cheerleader's disappearance.

 Sheriff John Wydell's eyes widened at the sight of his dead brother getting up from the couch he was sitting on, he began stuttering "I'm, I'm walking the line on this brother. I'm... I'm walking".George Wydell scoffed and answered sarcastically "Well, mother pin a rose on me, that is so great! I want these motherfuckers dead! Kill 'em!" John Wydell jumped up in a cold sweat… oh it was just a dream he thought, or was it? It couldn't be this hard to be signed by his brother that he needed to avenge him. "I'm brother, I'm trying," he thought to himself. 

"Why are you over here all by yourself handsome? Married or not you don't gotta be all alone"... Candy had slinked over to where Otis was laying on the couch downing a bottle of Jack Daniels. The rest of the crew was partying with the ladies at the brothel. Otis wasn't in the mood to party though. He wanted to get out of here and get moving. 

He felt guilty which was surprising for someone like him, that he was here enjoying a safe environment for the night without knowing where you were. "What do you want woman" he scoffed and attempted to get up.. "now now lay down You look like a mess Is your back hurting or something I can give you a massage I am a masseuse Well at least I can give a good enough massage that feels like I'm a masseuse" Candy said in a sultry voice twirling her hair, "listen here woman I said I ain't fucking you so go on and get" Otis said shooing her away with his hand.

 "Hey now no one said anything about fucking! How about I help you out friend to friend? You just must be tense worrying about your old lady out there". She sat next to him on the couch, he slowly got up to face her, "just a massage right No funny business or I'll throw your ass through the window". "Duly noted" she laughed and helped him stand grabbing his arm. She led him to a soft mattress on the floor. 

Sheriff Wydell on the other hand was not having the best night either, he was racking his brain on what was the next step to take for finding the four of you. He found himself staring at himself in the mirror talking to himself "You know I got to tell you, that's some catch phrase you got there, Devil's Rejects. What? You got something to say to me clown, huh. I bet you scare lots of folks, don't ya? Yeah, regular fuckiin' killer. You want a piece of this motherfucker? You want a piece of this? Huh, what you got! What you got! Lord I am your arm of justice. Lord I am your arm of justice. Lord I am your arm of justice. Your righteous sword of vengeance. Let my blows be true. From the illusion leads me to truth. From darkness leads me to light. From death leads me to eternal life." 

"Ah sir? That guy you asked for is here" his deputy Ray Dobson knocked on the door to his office breaking him out of his trance.  It was his deputy, who made the connection that  the aliases the family members usually went by and their connection to the old Groucho Marx films. He also discovered that the Fireflies were associated with the local clowns celebrity Captain Spaulding. Hoping to gain some insight into this connection, Wydell brought in film critic Marty Walker for consultation. 

The over the top Marty illustrated how each of the killers named themselves after characters played by Groucho Marx throughout the course of his career. Things between Wydell and Walker quickly became unsavory when the critic made a remark about Elvis Presley. Marty head scateched his head while looking at the clues pinned to the board "that goddamn fucking Elvis Presley." Sheriff Wydell looked up at him with his eyes wide and full of rage. 

"What'd you say about the King?!" Marty was clearly taken aback by the sudden tone change and looked around at everyone else in the room before sputtering out "I said he died three days before Grouch…" Wydell walked very close to him, looked him deep in the eyes and slowly said "Marty... if you ever say another derogatory word about Elvis Aaron Presley I WILL KICK THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF YOU!". 

"Boss don't you remember we had to run in with that guy Charlie not too long ago didn't he stay around with the guy named Spalding?" Ray quickly replied trying to defuse the situation. "Well goddamn you're right Ray… let's go pay Mr. Charlie boy a visit" he backed away from Marty and grabbed his hat. "Be seeing you Marty" 

Spalding had told Charlie that if he went and bought some fresh chicken He whipped them up some fried chicken on the house as a thank you for letting them hide out there. Unbeknownst to Charlie Sheriff Wydell had spotted him leaving the funtown and heading towards the chicken stand. He corners Charlie and demands that he give up the three of them and if he had any information on where you were he needs to give that information up to or it would not end well for him.

 He also asked him if he catches Otis in any compromising situations if he could snap a photo. It would be in his best interest. "I was also wondering," Wydell said, closing the car door a bit more on Charlie. He had closed his car door on Charlie's hands after instructing him to approach the vehicle once they cornered him in with their vehicle. "Is this girl with them by any chance? and I'm only going to give you one chance to answer me honestly" he held up a picture of you, Charlie shook his head viciously "no no naw she ain't with them gods truth man god's truth".. "god's truth hmm well you know where she is? I would like to have a little chat with her" Wydell replied. "Oh c'mon what's that lil girl gonna do" Charlie attempted to chuckle. "Hmm" Wydell said "looks can be deceiving, anyways tonight midnight I'll be seeing you". He released his hand and drove off in a cloud of dirt and smoke.

Back at the house unfortunately or fortunately depending on how you look at it for Otis, Candy was actually a very good masseuse and actually did just give him massage without reaching for his penis which is what he assumed was going to happen. His back was killing him from the hours of driving and that shit van they had stolen from the family back at the motel. 

He also was holding a lot of stress in his shoulders from the anxiety of the plan not going his way and not having any word from you now for multiple days. Unfortunately now she wouldn't stop following him around which was starting to piss him off because one she was annoying and two his back was still hurting and he could have used another massage. "You sure you don't want another one I mean you passed out during yesterday's massage just let me do your shoulders just a little more" she said skipping toward him.

 He wasn't sure if she was just trying to be nice or she was trying to wear him down to fuck her or something. He sat cleaning his knife while staring off into space thinking about you and when you gave this knife to him. You were in town with Baby and wandered into an antique store. You knew as soon as you saw it you had to have it.. he was overjoyed at the knife and vowed to never go anywhere without it. 

"What took you all so long? You said you were just heading into town for some supplies tonight" He asked , slamming the screen door behind him and walking out towards the car. You had insisted on driving your mustang into town with Baby on a girl's trip while he was in the middle of a project. He was hesitant but he allowed it because he knew that you two could probably use some girl time, he wasn't the easiest to always be around. 

"Oh shut up Don't know why you always got to be rushing people" Baby replied flipping her hair and strolling past Otis. "Fuck you" "no fuck you" "no fuck" "Hey!!" You yelled waving your hand in his face. "I took so long because I got you something, I saw it and I couldn't pass it up". You pulled out a dark paper bag and handed it to him. He looked inside and got silent, it was a large beautiful knife. Taking it out the bag he held it in his large hands and studied it closely. "Shit darlin this, this is beautiful..for me huh?" "Yeah of course!" "Why though?" He asked looking back at you with general confusion on his face. You walked over and stepped up on your tippy toes to softly kiss him. "Just wanted to do something nice because I love you". You said patting his chest and walking inside after Baby.

 He stood there for a few more moments looking at the knife and tucking it in his boot. Once inside he grabbed you by the waist and kissed you deep. "Thanks.. ah.. I just don't know how to accept gifts, not used to 'em." "Well I'm glad you like it" you smiled up at him "had me worried for a second I was starting wonder if you didn't like it" "naw I love it it's going everywhere with me always" he said wrapping his long arms around you "just like you". 

"Stop hovering woman!! If I need anything from you I'd ask now get" he huffed at her looking back to his knife. She stood for a moment and turned on her heels and headed away. Charlie headed back to the house trying to swallow the anxiety in his throat. He didn't want to betry the group but he also wanted to protect his business and livelyhood. He stopped at the liquor store and grabbed a bunch more bottles of Jack Daniels, might as well get them drunk and make this shit easier. 

[beauvibaby]

motivation - f.andersen

“And.. he scores!” My face fell, and I tuned out the cheering from the jackets fans, my eyes focusing on Freddie and his boys as they slightly shook their heads. I chewed the tip of my thumb as I watched them skate off the ice, they were bound to be pissed, so close yet so far. Freddie caught a glimpse of me through the glass and his face was blank, normally even after a loss he can muster up some kind of smile, even for a split second, but this time it was nothing, not even a twitch.

I stood along side Stephanie in the wide hallway outside of the locker room, both of us looking up every time we heard movement. Of course, it was never who we wanted it to be, shockingly Auston was the first one out, walking straight over to his mom who was giving him that look. The one that says “don’t be too hard on yourself, mijo, you did good”, the type of look everyone here would be giving the team. Freddie always put on a tough exterior, but when we got home it could be a different story, he could get quite the attitude. “Awe, babe, you played amazing, alright?” Stephanie spoke wrapping her arms around Mitch’s neck as soon as she saw him. “Freddie.” I breathed out when he finally emerged, he gave me a quick hug and a peck to my forehead before I could say anything else. “Let’s just go.” He grumbled, I held back a sigh, knowing it was going to be a long night.

I gripped the steering wheel tighter, my knuckles turning a shade of white as we got stuck in this god awful snow filled traffic. I could see Freddie glance around me from the corner of my eyes, but I didn’t speak, as he hadn’t said anything else to me either yet, both of us wanting to get home. “Freddie?” I finally caved, seeing how the cars were at a nearly complete stand still. “What?” He snapped a little harsher than I think he intended, but he didn’t look away from his phone, god knows he was probably watching the tape, trying to figure out what he could’ve done better. “Don’t do that.” I sighed pointing to his phone, he clicked the screen off and put it in the cup holder, shooting me a look, “happy now.” He was acting childish. “You did great, okay? It was a long game, you still have another shot-“ “We shouldn’t need to still have another shot, Y/N! That’s the fucking problem, we should’ve already moved on to the next round.” He cut me off, his voice booming in the car. I rolled my eyes a little as I slowly inched along the road. The guys always set high expectations for themselves, and when they didn’t meet them, they got furious. “Baby, it’s best of five, you can still do this. That’s what you need to focus on.” I explained calmly, he didn’t look at me, only continued looking out the window, cringing when I nearly slid in the ice. “Do you want me to drive?” He asked, annoyance dripping from his tone. I bit my lip for a moment, “no, you’re acting like a child, so I don’t want you to drive like one.” I finally snapped back at him. I could see him analyzing the side of my face, something he does when he knows he’s upset me, “I didn’t-“ “Just wait until we get home, please, I don’t want to have an accident.” I cut him off, my knuckles once again turning white on the steering wheel.

I fiddled with the ring on my left hand as we stood in silence riding up the elevator, I could feel his eyes on me, he grabbed my hand, keeping me from messing with the ring, he always freaked out when I did that, thinking I would be having second thoughts on our engagement. I glanced up at him but he was looking straight ahead, still with that pissed off tension in his jaw. I sighed as the doors opened, walking out first, pulling him along. He unlocked the door for me, holding it open, he was silently trying to apologize for being snappy towards me. “I didn’t mean to be rude to you, you know that.” He spoke, and I nodded, stepping inside, kicking my shoes off as he shut the door. “Freddie, I understand that you’re going to be upset about losing a game, alright? It’s totally acceptable, but you go into this head space that’s not even healthy, you all played great, you saved so many shots tonight, I wish you could see that.” I explained, he watched me with hard eyes, nodding even if he didn’t want to admit it. “But, at the end of the night, I still let four shots in.” He pointed out and I sighed for what felt like the hundredth time tonight, I nodded silently, walking away from him and towards our bedroom, I could hear him padding along behind me. “That’s why I’m pissed.” He grumbled, disappearing into the bathroom, I watched him shut the door, harder than normal, I heard the shower turn on, I sat on the edge of the bed, hunched over. Thoughts running through my mind, once I heard him get in the shower, I stood to my feet and walked over to the dresser, digging out the gift I had been hiding from him, I was planning on waiting until after the first round of playoffs, but he needs a good pick me up now. I took the small white gift bag, peeking inside to triple check everything was in there. A baby sized Andersen jersey, and a onesie that said “a true fan begins in diapers” with the maple leaf logo beside it. I placed the bag on his pillow, leaving the room once I changed into my pajamas, I glanced back as I heard the shower shut off, suddenly feeling nervous. What if he wasn’t happy, what if he didn’t want this now, what if- “y/n?” He called and I immediately walked back into the room, he was standing in front of the bathroom door, hair still dripping, and sweatpants hanging low on his hips. I hadn’t realized my eyes were welled up until his face softened, “baby, are you crying?” He whispered, rushing over to me. I shook my head, wiping the water from my eyes before he could, “I didn’t mean to be-“ “No, no, it’s not that, well not entirely that.” I cut him off, laughing softly when his wet hair dripped onto my night shirt. “Fuck the game, you’re right, we’ve still got a shot, now what’s wrong?” He asked, concern covering his face. I smiled and simply pulled him in for a kiss, he didn’t complain, holding me steady by my hips as I had to stand on my tippy toes. “I love you.” I murmured once I leaned back, “I love you, now you’re scaring me.” He responded, I finally took a shaky breath and pointed to the gift on the bed. He glanced back and furrowed his eyebrows, “you got me a gift for losing?” He teased, pulling me along with him to the bed.

“It’s not because you lost, I think it’s much more of a win actually.” I told him, he dramatically sat down on the bed, I shrieked in surprise when he pulled me down with him, arms wrapped around my stomach, but not tightly. He kissed the top of my shoulder through my shirt as he grabbed the bag, opening it slowly with me half on his lap, half on the bed, I draped my legs across his as I wrapped an arm around his shoulders to keep me upright. He gave me one last look before finally diving his hand into the bag, he grabbed both items at once, and pulled them out, frowning as they were wrapped in more tissue paper. “My god, are you sure you even want me to open this?” He teased, ripping it open, just as he did so, “well, there’s kind of a due date for it so.” I mumbled watching as his face lit up as he held up the onesie, I had really hoped it would be the jersey he saw first. “Y/N, are you serious?!” He asked, scanning my face for any kind of joking look. “Why would I joke about having a baby?” I quipped, laughing when he pulled me in for a hug, “oh my god, this, this is amazing, why didn’t you tell me sooner? How far along are you? I have so many questions.” He rushed, stopping just long enough to pull me in for a kiss. I couldn’t help but grin against him, “I was going to tell you after you guys get in to the next round,” I paused making sure he understood my words, he gave me a lopsided smile, pure excitement dancing in his eyes. “But, I figured you could use some extra motivation now, I’m nearly ten weeks, I only found out about a week ago, I had an appointment while you were at practice.” I shimmied off of his lap as he processed my words, “open the other one, I’m going to grab my phone!” I called as I rushed down the hallway, having a recording of the heartbeat and a sonogram picture in my purse.

When I walked back into the room I stopped as I saw him leaned over the small jersey in his hand, I snapped a picture for myself so I could never forget this moment, not that I would. He glanced up when he heard my feet, and then I saw the single tear fall from his eyes, which just made me emotional all over again. “C’mere.” He muttered, sliding to the edge of the bed, I stood in front of him as he rested the top of his head on my chest, arms wrapped around my back. I played with his still slightly dampened hair, letting a tearful smile out when he ducked his head down for a moment, a delicate kiss being placed to my stomach through the fabric of my shirt. “Look.” I whispered handing him the single scan picture, it was hard to tell exactly what you were looking at, but I had the tech put an arrow on it, “baby Andersen!” Alongside it. I pulled the clip up on my phone, turning the volume all the way up, he took my phone and gasped when he heard the thumping come across, he smiled up at me when he heard me whisper an oh my god in the video. “I wish I had been there.” He mumbled once the sound ended, and I frowned. “Me too, baby I promise I didn’t know they were going to do all that, I didn’t even think I really could be pregnant.” I explained, cupping his jaw so he met my eyes, “it’s alright, I know.” He shushed me, it’s something we talked about quite frequently, especially after the engagement, when I was younger doctors always told me I’d have a hard time getting pregnant, but here I am.

“When can I tell the boys?” He asked after we had finally been laying in bed for a while, I laughed against his chest, “wait a couple weeks, yeah? Until we hit the safer zone.” I explained. He sighed but understood, “alright.”

*** bonus, telling the guys went like this***

They had finally made it into the next round of playoffs and were having a get together at our place to celebrate, we nearly always hosted so it wasn’t odd to anyone when we offered. Everyone but me had a drink or two in them when Freddie wrapped his arms around me from behind, resting his chin on my shoulder. “Ready?” He asked, kissing me quickly when I turned to look at him. “Ready.” I confirmed.

“Hey!” He called out, everyone silencing relatively quickly, I looked around the room, Auston, Mitch and Will beijg towards the front, which was perfect as I was the most excited for their responses. “Y/N and I have something we want to say.” He spoke up, Stephanie appeared beside Mitch, resting comfortably under his arm, I smiled at her and a knowing look cane across her face. “Oh my god!” She shrieked rushing over to me, the guys confused as Freddie and I laughed, “easy killer.” I joked when she nearly knocked me over in a hug. “Shit, ok I’m sorry go ahead say it.” She clapped her hands together stepping aside, Mitch shot her a confused look. “We’re having a baby!” I cheered and everyone gasped, Auston choked on his drink, “what?!” He spoke first after his coughing fit. Will and Mitch shared a look, “I called it, pay up!” Mitch demanded, Will grumbled and pulled out two twenties placing it in Mitch’s hand as Stephanie went back over to him. “Your man over here has had a pep in his step we couldn’t quite place.” Will pointed out as we both stared at them in shock, “Freddie!” I complained, whacking the back of his arm as congratulations started pouring out around us. I smiled as Auston came over and gave me a hug, doing the same to Freddie, the rest of the guys following suit.

“Baby Andersen, coming soon!” I attached a picture of Freddie and I holding the baby jersey and posted it on Instagram before settling in for the night, relishing in the fact that this was really happening.

Tag list: @literarycharleton​

[rexsjaigeyes]

Handcuffs

Steve Murphy x female reader | NSFW, 18+

Requested by @sabinemorans​: Getting bossy with Steve when he misses a date for work, “do you think you deserve to touch me yet? Hm? No, I don’t think so, I think I’ll have to teach you a lesson.”

A/N: this request reminded me too much of Miami Heat by @mijachula​ and you should all go read that right now because it’s gold.

You were sitting in the living room, watching the rain beat against the windows of your small apartment when you heard the front door open and a familiar voice boom through the hallway.

“Hon,” Steve called out for you, “I’m home!”

You rolled your eyes, not bothering to respond as you took a drag from your cigarette. His loud footsteps echoed as he dropped his jacket and bag by the door before entering the room.

“Hey,” he said softly and took in your attire as you glared at him.

You were dressed in a tight-fitting red dress, your hair and makeup took hours to complete, and the red heels that pinched your feet were now kicked off besides the foot of the couch. You hadn’t bothered to change yet because of all the effort you put in and you were too pissed to wipe off your makeup or undo your intricate hairdo.

You noticed the recognition in his eyes before he muttered, “Shit, was our date tonight?”

Scoffing, you put out your cigarette and waited for the half-ass excuse that you knew would leave his mouth soon. You watched unblinkingly as he ran his hand through his hair and thought of a way to explain himself.

“I’m sorry, babe. It’s just… I got caught up with work–”

“Work,” you repeated the word harshly, stopping him from saying another word. “You know, if you’re gonna blow me off for the third time this month, you gotta start coming up with better excuses.”

He sighed, knowing that he really pissed you off this time. Slumping his shoulders in defeat, he approached you slowly and sat beside you on the couch. You were mad at him, but you always fell for the way his eyes would soften and how his voice would drip with honey when he was apologizing to you.

“Hey, I’m sorry. Look at me,” he gently placed his hand on your chin and tilted your head so that you’d look into his mesmerizing baby blues. “I should’ve called, yeah? I’m sorry I blew you off. I promise I’ll be better about this.”

His face was inches from yours and you felt his breath fan across your face. “Forgive me,” he whispered, and you could feel your resolve fading already.

Closing the gap, he pressed his lips against yours in a hesitant kiss, his hand still holding your chin but not tight enough to keep you there if you decided to pull away. You melted against his lips, kissing him back slowly and moving closer to his body. You hated how easily he always got you to forgive him, and you felt anger flare within your chest at how persuasive he was without even trying. You pulled away, your hands pushing his chest lightly so that he’d let go of you.

“I’m still mad at you,” you whined, pursing your lips as you tried to ignore the way your heart was beating faster from his touch.

He chuckled and brushed his thumb across your bottom lip before leaning in to peck a kiss on your frown. “I know,” he laughed against your mouth. “You’re cute when you’re mad.”

You scoffed and pushed him away again, your lips twitching as you tried not to smile. “Don’t do that,” you groaned.

“Do what?” Steve smirked at you and moved his hands down to caress your body.

You got distracted with the way he ran his fingers along your sides before reaching your thighs. He looked down at your tight red dress and raised a brow, waiting for you to answer him.

“Don’t use that damn Southern charm on me,” you muttered and tried to wriggle away from him. The way his fingers crept up your thighs made all your thoughts leave your head, and you wanted some sense of control back.

He knew what he was doing; he grinned smugly as his hands reached the bottom of your dress. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he whispered coyly.

You shivered from the sound of his voice and how he started pressing kisses on your neck. He was so damn annoying with how well he manipulated your body and caused you to forget everything that was bothering you. His hands were well under your dress when you realized you wanted to play hardball with him. Opening your eyes, you grabbed his wrists and pulled his hands away from you.

As quickly as you could move in your skin tight dress, you pushed him against the couch and straddled his lap. He gave you a questioning look, but allowed you to move his hands so that they were resting on the back of the couch instead of on your body.

You rolled your eyes at how cocky he looked, waiting for your next move. It wasn’t a common occurrence for you to call the shots; he was always the more dominant one, but you were feeling bratty after having such a shitty day.

“Stop smirking, you fucking asshole,” you muttered half-heartedly and placed your hand on his neck before leaning down to kiss him.

God, he pissed you off, but you both knew you secretly loved that about him. You felt him smile against your lips and instinctively, he brought his hands back to rest against your ass.

You pulled away from his mouth and made a tsking sound, “Did I say you could touch me?” You rolled your hips against his lap, causing his mouth to open in surprise. “Put your hands back on the couch, Steve. You don’t deserve to touch me yet.”

He quirked a brow, a part of him wanting to test how far you’d go if he didn’t listen, but he reluctantly let go of you and returned his arms to the back of the couch. You watched him clench his jaw as you made another pass over the bulge in his pants, grinding down harder this time.

It was your turn to smirk now as he struggled not to grab your body. You alternated between light brushes against his lap and gyrating with more pressure, knowing the lack of consistent pressure was driving him mad. Your dress was already riding up your body, so you decided to roll it up to your waist, exposing the pair of black lace panties that you wore specially for him. He groaned when he saw them, his hands balling into fists on the back of the couch.

“See what you missed while you were at work?” You emphasized the last word, enjoying the pained look on his face as he willed himself not to touch you.

He was concentrating so hard that for once, he couldn’t come up with a witty response. You chuckled softly before moving your body so that you could straddle one of his legs. He watched your movements carefully until you slowly lowered yourself onto his thigh and started grinding against it.

“Fuck,” he groaned as he watched you, his eyes were dark with lust.

The friction of your panties rubbing against your clit made you moan, and you felt your arousal seep through the fabric. Steve jolted underneath you as you pushed your cunt down harder on his thigh, and his hands moved to grab your ass before he even realized what he was doing.

Immediately, you stopped moving and glared at him, but he tried to move your hips so that you would continue riding him. You grabbed his biceps, ignoring your thoughts of how strong his arms were as he held you down on his thigh.

“I hope you’re not this bad at following orders at the DEA,” you quipped. He grunted in response, trying to get you to move again, but you just dug your fingers into his arms and waited for him to let go.

With a heavy sigh, he released you, his jaw ticking in annoyance when you got off his lap and stood in front of him. Pulling your dress down, you walked towards the bedroom and looked at him over your shoulders.

“Well? Aren’t you coming?” You laughed when he got up quickly and met you in two strides. He growled softly and tried to grab you, but you placed your hands on his chest to stop him. “Nuh-uh, not so fast,” you teased, “you still haven’t earned the right to touch me yet.”

Steve groaned and tried to grab your sides anyway. “You know I’m not good at this,” he muttered in exasperation. “I can’t keep my hands off you, baby.”

You knew he was just trying to flatter you so that you’d give into his charm again, but this time it wouldn’t work. Standing on your tippy-toes, you leaned up to whisper in his ear seductively, “Then go get your handcuffs because I’m going to be in charge tonight.”

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[lokigirlszendaya]

Chapter 1: I want to be happier

Third Pov

The sound of typing filed the quiet room, along with the soft patter of rain against the window.

A figure could be seen hunched over a desk, head dropping down and backup "I need to finish this" The figure mumbled, sighing softly the figure stood out of its chair abruptly.

The figure seemed to walked out of the room down a hall way "Mr Stark. your father should be arriving at any moment" Jarvis announced.

Jarvis was the houses A.I and friend to the figure "Thanks Jarvis and please call me Michael or MJ" said 'Michael'.

Michael reached the end of the hallway and sighed when he heard 'Highway to hell' blast through the house, finally reaching the lounge room, Michael looked up to see a metal human looking suit, only to have it to open.

A man stepped out of the suit "Welcome home Mr Stark" Jarvis announced.

The man nodded his head "Good to be home Jarvis" Mr Stark said.

Mr Stark or Tony walked over to his bar, only to just notice Michael while pouring his whisky "What do you fucking want" Tony said, while shooting a glare at Michael.

Michael cleared his throat "I was getting myself a d-drink, if that’s okay to you Tony" Michael cursed at himself when he shattered.

Michael watched as Tony shake from what?

Well Michael didn't even know.

"Can you just. I don’t know, piss off to your room" Tony spat at him.

Michael watched closely as Tony’s knuckles began to turn white "But my drink-"

"Just fuck off"

"No."

"what did you say"

"I said No" Michael didn’t have time to prepare to move when the glass that Tony once held came flying towards his face and soon enough it collided with Michael’s face.

Michael screamed in pain, falling to the ground, clutching his face.

Tony slowly walked over and bent down to his height "Don’t you EVER say 'No' to me. Understand " Tony growled.

Michael only nodded his head and soon Tony left.

Michael was left sobbing on the floor wishing that someone could save him from his Father or better yet love him.

*TIME SKIP TO NEXT DAY BROUGHT TO YOU BY STEVE'S SHEILD*

A loud groan filed the room "Good morning Michael. It is 6.30am and is a slightly cloudy day with a chance of rain. I recommend on taking an umbrella to school" Jarvis said, while opening Michael’s blinds.

Michael slowly sat up stretching "Thanks Jarv" Michael got at of his bed slowly and walked to his bathroom, reaching the sink Michael bent down and splashed cold water on his face, only to flinch at the burning pain on his face

"Ahh" Michael groaned.

Looking up into the mirror, Michael studied his face, finally noticing all the little cuts and bruises on his face.

"Ugh...Jarvis, do we have a first aid kit in the bathroom" Michael bent down to check in the sink cupboards.

"Michael. The first aid kit is located above the mirror on the self" Jarvis replied

Michael stood on his tippy toes and felt the first aid kit against his finger, pulling at the first aid box, it slowly fell into Mj's hands.

Looking back into the mirror Mj pulled out some cream and applied the cream on carefully.

Looking back in the mirror Mj sighed "It will have to do".

Michael walked out of the bathroom and to his draws, pulling out old washed ripped skinny jeans and a black t-shirt with big bold letters 'Fabulous' on it.

Walking to his door Mj grabbed his school bag and opened the door.

Walking down the stairs Mj walked past Tony and his assistant, Pepper Potts "Tony, he needs a father" He heard Pepper cry.

Turning sharply on his heels Mj looked at Tony and Pepper "I don’t need a Father. I'm off to school" Mj spat.

Walking into the garage he pulled his keys out of his pocket to his 1968 Mustang. He decided to call his car 'Baby', just like Dean from supernatural as it’s one of his favourite shows.

Hopping into his car Mj put his key in before looking back at the door where Tony stood with a glare, shrugging Mj left and didn’t look back.

Arriving at school Mj looked around for his school bully Flash.

Michael walked forward not seeing flash around and walked inside to his locker.

Opening his locker, anyone that walked past would judge him hardcore, Michael’s locker was filled with picture of many different boy bands, actors and singers.

Closing his locker Mj turned around and started to walk class ....

"MJ!!"

Michael turned his head and saw his best friend, Peter Parker.

Mj laughed when Peter finally reached him, Peter was bent over huffing and puffing "Give *huff* me a moment" Peter breathed out. Mj nodded his head "How are you Petey" Mj asked.

(Yes, he goes to school with peter. Let’s just say the car is special)

Peter looked at Mj and smiled, causing Michael to blush lightly

"Oh I’m good. Aunt May asked me when you’re going to come around"

Mj nodded his head "I should be able to stay next week but if I can’t then you can stay with me at the tower" Mj shuddered at the thought of being home.

"So, what do we-" Peter paused. Mj stared at him with concern.

"Peter what’s wro-" Mj was cut off when Peter ran his fingers along Mj's cheek

"What happened" Mj felt a shiver run down his spine with how deep Peters voice got.

"N-nothing. I was cooking a-and then the glass h-heated up and -e-exploded"

Mj started to sweat when Peter narrowed his eyes "Fine, whatever you say but I'll race you to class" and with that Peter took off.

Mj laughed and ran after him, wish this moment would never end.

*Skip to end of the day*

Michael walked out of the school, pulling his bag closer to him, Michael closed his eyes for a brief second and reopen them, only to be pushed down the stairs.

Michael landed with a thud; Michael groaned.

Looking up from the ground Michael spotted Flash, the school bully, pointing and laughing at him with the rest of the school ' Just ignore it. Its like this everyday get through the pain' Michael thought.

Michael stood up and grabbed his bag and limped off to his car.

Reaching his car Michael jumped in and buckled up, turning the car on Michaels phone began to blare out 'One Direction: Steal My Girl', sighing Michael brought the phone up to his ear.

"Hello. This is Michael speaking" Michael clarified.

"Hi Michael. It's Steve"

Michaels face, went from pain to joy in a matter of seconds, "How you are doing Steve"

"Ha-ha I'm fine. I was wondering when you get back to the tower, you want to listen to another war story"

"Oh, really Steve. That would be awso- I mean yeah if that’s okay with you"

Steve chuckled "Alright then. I will see you later kiddo"

With that Michael hanged up.

5 years ago, Michael meet Steve when they first moved into the tower, ever since then Steve tells many tales of him and his best friend Bucky to stories of the fights Steve has done and even tells Michael about Peggy, who one of his many hero’s.

Michael put the car in reverse and headed off home, dreading seeing a certain someone.

[sadaboutniall]

something about you;

introduction | masterlist | tag | wattpad

Twelve. December, 2010. 

He arrives back into Mullingar in the front seat of his dad’s car, backpack on his lap, heart in his throat. The village is fully dressed up in Christmas cheer: lights strung across the high street, tree sparkling in the village green, carolers making their way from door to door. It all looks fake to him somehow, like something in a movie. Something he knew once, but doesn’t anymore. 

It’s been five months since he’s been here. Now, he’s got a fortnight at home before he heads off to Los Angeles with the boys to start recording their first album. He can’t even begin to wrap his mind around the fact that he’s going to California to record an album, but that’s just the way his life is now: something no one can wrap their minds around. He remembers a million years ago, in this same car, staring out the window as Greg drove them to Lough Ennell, dreaming of being in California. He’s got a first-class ticket to LAX dated two weeks from today.

He goes through the motions most of the day: spending time with family, letting his gran kiss his face, answering infinite questions about what it’s like living in London and how tall Simon Cowell really is. By the time he leaves to head over to Mully’s he’s exhausted, happy to have the 25 minute walk in the biting December air as a way to wake him up. He shoves his hands deep into the pockets of his new puffer jacket, takes the long way to Mully’s, and tries not to think about anything. 

Everyone’s there when he arrives and lets himself into the basement: Mully and Emilia curled up together on the basement couch like they were that Halloween a million years ago, Nicky and Gilly kicking a football back and forth in front of the TV as they each sip a beer, Deo standing in front of Mully laughing about something Niall can’t quite make out. And Isla, too, on the couch next to Emilia, the two of them talking animatedly, Isla’s hand coming up to cover her mouth as a smile stretches across her face in response to whatever Emilia’s just told her. Niall’s heart tugs in his chest, splutters and stops, and Isla looks up at him.

‘Hey, you,’ she smiles, stands up to give him a kiss and Niall wants to say no, sit down, the least he can do is bend over to kiss her, but she beats him to it, up on her tippy toes to press her lips against his before he can even step across the room. She kisses just the same as she did when he saw her last, two months ago in London, and it makes him want to cry. 

‘Ah, superstar’s here,’ Mully’s saying when Isla pulls away. ‘Rich and famous now mate, you couldn’t bring us some cans?’

‘They don’t pay me,’ Niall says, and it’s half true. The money will come after the album, though he has no living expenses right now, with Modest! paying for everything. Appearances on TV shows pay a few hundred quid each, and he’s put most of that away for Christmas presents for his family and Isla—a few cans wouldn’t have been a bad idea though, he realizes belatedly. It’s kind of the least he can do. 

Mully’s laughing though, and so is everyone else, and Niall knows it was a joke, lighthearted taking the piss the way his friends have always done, but something about it is sitting like a stone in his stomach, curdling uncomfortably. He’s different, now. And his mates are too.

Everyone looks different: Mully’s hair is getting longer and Gilly’s shaved his head and Deo’s gotten taller and Mia got new glasses, cute, round ones that really compliment her face. Isla’s different too—her body feels new when he touches her, and there are freckles in spots he doesn’t remember, places where he used to leave his own marks on her skin.

Sometimes, Niall thinks, his life has taken to feeling like a movie montage these days, a supercut of moments rapidly changing around him. It’s all snapshots set to weird background music: laughing all night with Harry and Louis and missing four calls from Isla in the process, waking up absurdly early to go on the radio and sleeping all afternoon so that when he does try to call Isla that night she’s fast asleep, fans outside screaming his name, strangers asking questions about his girlfriend back home. He tries to keep Isla out of it, to protect her privacy, but doing that makes him feel like he has to bury her sometimes, to keep her at arm’s length to keep her safe. 

They just keep missing each other, even though they’re on the same time zone and only a short flight apart. It feels like millions of miles, like a whole different world, like every time he goes to touch her hand she drops it, or like every time she leans in for a kiss he turns his head. 

He’s sitting next to her now and that feels good—his thigh pressed against hers, his arm around her shoulders, her laugh in his ear—but he knows. And he knows she does, too. 

-- 

Isla comes over on Boxing Day. She looks so pretty bundled up at his door and all he can think about is how ridiculous it is that she makes him feel so much—that there are girls lined up screaming his name every time he goes outside in London, and yet that doesn’t even come close to how Isla, standing at his door in sweatpants, makes him feel. 

Up in his room they kiss on the bed, hands under clothes, lips and teeth sharp on skin. He feels so comfortable with her underneath him, so safe, so sure, and he doesn’t want it to stop, even though he knows it has to. It’s biting at the back of his mind as he presses his tongue between her lips, as he gets his hands on the soft, maroon lace of her bralette, as she arches her back against his hips and tugs gently on his hair and whimpers in his ear. It’s the sound of his name on her lips that pushes him over the edge, that sets the rancid feeling in his stomach up to the ‘Impossible to Ignore’ setting. This isn’t fair to her. He sits back on her thighs, still straddling her, and scrubs a hand over his face. 

‘Isla,’ he starts, already breathing a little too heavily.

‘Are you gonna say it now?’ Underneath him, Isla scooches up the bed a little bit. She’s just in her bralette and sweatpants, slung low so he can see her hips. 

‘Yeah,’ he takes another deep breath. ‘I think I have to.’

‘Okay,’ Isla’s voice is soft but sure. ‘Just let me sit up?’

He swings his leg over her body and together they get reseated, Isla criss-cross-applesauce with her back against his headboard, him with his shins pressed against the side of her thigh, his back against the wall. 

‘I’m going to America next week,’ is how he starts. 

‘I know, I’m excited for you.’

‘There’s going to be an eight hour time difference between us.’

‘That’ll be tough.’

‘Yeah. And I’ll be working a lot, like. Writing the album and recording it and practicing my singing. And they think there’s gonna be a tour, too, around America and Europe, after the album. I don’t think I’ll have, like, a lot of spare time? I think it’s going to be pretty full on, from here on out, and I just… I don’t think it would be fair. On you.’

‘I agree.’

‘And I—wait, what?’ Niall stops, entire prepared speech thrown off the rails. 

‘I agree,’ Isla’s looking at her hands, picking at her nails. ‘I agree that it wouldn’t be fair on me. It wouldn’t be fair on you either, Niall. I love you, but you’re not here anymore. And that’s not your fault, and this is what I want for you. It’s just, like. There’s no room for me on the plane, you know? Sold out show.’ She looks up at him then, a soft, sweet smile on her face and his heart swoops dramatically and gives out. His next breath comes out shaky. 

‘I love you so much,’ he tells her. ‘I can’t imagine I’ll ever stop.’

‘Ah, sure you will,’ Isla’s smile is sad, her voice strong. ‘Think of all the models you’ll meet.’

‘Don’t care about them.’

‘You will,’ she laughs a little, sniffles a little more. ‘You’ll forget about me.’

‘I don’t want to hear you say that,’ Niall shakes his head. The thought of that makes him want to scream, run, go back in time and un-do it all. It feels violent, the idea that he could ever forget about loving Isla. ‘It’s not true.’

Isla doesn’t press it. Instead, she reaches up to wipe her eyes and says, ‘I got you a Christmas present, though. If you want it before we break up officially.’

‘Christ,’ Niall laughs, biting back his own tears. ‘You’re so—I got you one, too, hold on.’

He scrambles off the bed and fishes the gift out of the back of his closet, while Isla does the same, rifling through her bag. Back on the bed Isla goes first, handing him a small gift bag stuffed with red and green tissue paper. She tells him it’s not much but Niall knows without opening it that that can’t be true—that anything she gives him is coming along to America, to Europe, everywhere. 

It’s wrapped up neatly inside the bag: a new, leather guitar strap, embossed with his initials and a series of numbers he doesn’t recognize. He blinks back the wetness in his eyes, as Isla reaches over and runs her fingers over it. 

‘Coordinates,’ she says, fingers brushing the numbers. ‘Latitude and longitude for Mullingar.’ 

‘Isla,’ when he looks up all he can see is her, brown hair falling over her collarbone, lips chapped from his own against them. ‘Isla, this is too much.’

‘Wasn’t that expensive,’ she’s whispering, matching his tone. ‘Just wanted you to have something to remember this all by.’

Niall shakes his head, rolls his lips into his mouth. ‘Fuck’s sake, petal. You fucking nailed it.’

Isla laughs, hand coming up to cover her mouth and all Niall wants to do is kiss her, pull her into his lap, hold onto her, onto this moment, onto this spot, forever. Instead, he passes her the bag he’d been hiding behind him, hands shaking with nerves. He’d gone to Harrod’s for the first time in his life to buy it for her, spent hours wandering around a department store he had never even dreamt of being able to afford. Isla eyes the bag with surprise, knowing. 

‘Harrod’s? Niall…’ 

‘Just open it, will ya?’

She giggles as she does and Niall can see that her hands are shaking too, that she’s feeling just as much as he is. His heart is in his throat watching her carefully undo the immaculate wrapping he’d paid extra for, watching her wriggle the top off the box, watching her face as she realizes what’s inside. She whispers his name and he almost cries, has to take two deep breaths to keep himself from breaking down. 

‘Can I help you put it on?’ his voice drops back down to a whisper and Isla nods, holding the necklace out for Niall to take. It’s even more delicate than he remembers: a thin, silver chain, a tiny, solitary pearl placed in the middle. She turns around and lifts her hair up so he can clasp it, so he can watch as the tiny hairs on the back of her neck stand up at the touch of his fingers, at the brush of his breath over her skin. He gets it clasped easily, despite shaking hands, and then he bows his head and presses his lips to the back of her neck, soft, precious, and whispers against her skin, ‘it looks beautiful on you.’

‘You haven’t even seen it yet, you liar,’ she says, voice thick as she holds back tears.

‘Don’t need to see it to know,’ he presses one final, firm kiss to the back of her neck and then Isla drops her hair, turns around, and he was right, of course. It fits perfectly, falling so the pearl sits right in the hollow of her neck, sparkling against her skin. He shoves his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants to keep himself from touching her. Deep breath, then, ‘so, that’s it, then?’

‘I guess so,’ Isla swallows thick, smiles sad. ‘Thanks for being the best first love I ever could’ve hoped for.’

Niall’s mouth feels dry, tears pricking at the back of his eyes and rising in his throat, threatening to spill over any second now. He doesn’t know how much he can say without breaking down, without making this worse than it needs to be. ‘I love you so much,’ he gets out on a sad laugh. ‘Even right now when we’re breaking up, I love ya.’

‘I love you too,’ she reaches up to run her fingers over the necklace, her eyes flickering down to Niall’s lips and then back up to meet his, wet with tears. ‘Can I say one last thing as your girlfriend? Before we call it?’

‘Anything.’

‘I just kinda wish you’d have let me come before you decided to stop and break up with me. A little annoyed about that, actually.’

Shocked, Niall snorts out a laugh, and Isla does too, the two of them matching each other until they’re both doubled over with it, laughing, crying, a mess of tears and snot and butterflies in their stomachs, hearts in their throats. Niall wipes at his eyes, collects himself as best he can, and tries it out: ‘I mean. I think I can do something about that, if you want? One last time, like? Before we call it.’

Isla rolls her lips in to hide a smile, but her dimples give her away. Confident, she steps forward, traces her fingers over Niall’s lower stomach, the shadow of his abs, the waistband of his joggers. ‘For old time’s sake,’ she smiles. ‘Before we call it.’

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The Assistant / Chapter Forty-One, “Finally”

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                                 SNEAKYYYYYY PEEEEEK

For the fiftieth time in the last two days, I couldn’t be more grateful for how easy things are coming together. I couldn’t be more thankful to have him by my side. It still feels like a dream getting to live this life now, and getting to work with him on the daily, singing Spice Girls amidst stolen cheek kisses.

One puzzle piece at a time, and there’s only one or two pieces left in this puzzle of ours.

"And then my soul saw you and it kind of went ‘Oh, there you are. I’ve been looking for you.’"

                             - Iain Thomas, ‘I Wrote This For You’

There was truly nothing that could rock the waves I was currently riding, and I couldn’t wait a second longer to do the very thing that would make them even bigger. They had only climbed since telling Asher earlier this evening, and the smile that shared on our faces. 

Skye was sprawled out on the sofa when I opened the door, finding it impossible to hide the grin on my face as I read a text from Harry that had dinged a moment before. 

i havent been this excited for somethin in a long time bug. absolutely cant wait to see u on friday, idk if i can wait that long ;) good luck on ur case with Myles 2moro, you’ll do great Becks xo

“Well, look who has a pep in her step, all of a sudden. I don’t think I’ve seen you smile in days, since Harry’s left. What’s the occasion, Ree?” she teases, surprising me with the simple act of muting an episode of The Great British Bake Off that our nights consist of as of late. 

“I may have had a good day,” I suggest with a shrug of my shoulders as I put my coat away in the closet. 

“Since bloody when? You were in a shitty mood the last time we spoke, having ‘Harry withdrawals,’ or something. I’d say the only reason you could be happy right now is if you’d seen him, which would be impossible seeing he’s in Glasgow for another few days,” she mutters. I observe the look on her face change and how her eyebrows dance along her forehead after I turn around to face her, letting the smile lose. “Wait, he’s still there, isn’t he?” she questions, reaching a hand out as if looking for an answer with her body, too. 

My head shakes from side to side slowly as my lips part to show my teeth, a rarity among my smiles, and the expression dawning on her face tells me she recognizes it too. “He came back today, his case finished early, Skye. And I asked him out on a date!” 

“You didn’t?! Ree, you better not be kidding with me, or I’m gonna be really pissed at you!” she chuckles, feigning intimidation in her voice. Hints of the emotions buzzing around inside of me play across her face, meanwhile, my happiness keeps growing notch after notch. 

I don’t know if I can wait that long either, Harry, cause I can’t remember the last time I was this excited. Thank you so much xxx

“I’m not kidding, Skye, and he said yes! He didn’t even let me finish asking and he said yes!” I exclaim after sending the text I had been typing, feeling her arms come around me in a shock when I look back up. 

“I’m so fucking happy for you, Ree, it’s about bloody time!” she remarks excitedly, almost crushing me in a hug. 

“Me too, I can’t remember the last time I was this happy,” I admit softly, relaxing in her arms, even though part of me wishes they were the arms of somebody else. Only an hour later, and I already miss him. Wow, I’ve got this bad. 

“Did you kiss him at least?!”

“No, I’m waiting for the date, I guess. I looked like proper crap today, I’ve been up so late the last few nights prepping for the case with Myles,” I laugh, pulling away from her smell of peaches and chocolate when my pocket dings. 

“First kisses aren’t something you plan, Ree, they just happen out of nowhere. The sooner, the better.” 

“I guess you’re right,” I confess with a smile stuck to my lips. “We’ll just see what happens.”

+

Happiness and its synonyms still fill me to the brim an hour later, and whilst my thumbs flit across the screen of my phone. Her words stare back at me, and unbeknownst to me how, I wish I could see her again already. My footsteps wander down the main hallway, and before I know what I’m doing, I arrive at her door. Low and behold, it’s closed and my heart sinks into my chest when I find darkness waiting behind it. 

miss u already bug xoxo

My words are whisked off to her, and soon my legs are entering the doorway of a certain somebody’s office, although not the one I was hoping for.

“It’s about time you made your rounds and came to say hi to me. Should I feel offended I’m the last one on your list?” Myles teases from behind his desk with a grin lining his lips. 

“Oh, shuddup. Did Becks leave already fer tha night?” I question, letting my shoulder fall to the door frame as I watch the small ‘delivered’ appear under my blue text. 

“Yeah, I ran into her about twenty minutes ago in the break room when she was clocking out. What, didn’t you already see her?”

“Ya, she was me first visitor. I was jus’ hopin’ t’ see her ‘gain,” I shrug, well aware of the terrible job I’m doing of hiding the one hundred watt smile I’m wearing. 

“And does that have anything to do with you blinding me with that smile of yours?” he inquires, raising a sandy blonde eyebrow at me. 

“Maybe it has sumthin’ t’ do with me havin’ a date with her on Friday, as of an hour ago,” I reveal casually with a shrug of my shoulders, feeling the smile grow larger somehow. 

“Fucking finally,” Myles chimes with happiness spreading across his face, and I nod quickly. 

“I know, ‘s all finally comin’ t’getha fer us.”

+

It would be accurate to say that I was still in utter disbelief after yesterday, and rehashing it all to Skye the second I got home only made it all seem more real, and even better. Then again, that was an understatement, because I had been waiting for this for years. I had been waiting to feel this way for too long, and to be able to say and think that I have a date with Harry tomorrow. An actual, proper date. Several times, I cursed myself for not making the date on Thursday night, tonight, because although I had waited painstakingly for five days, another two felt like twenty years.

It was even bittersweet coming to work the next day and not seeing him there, confusing the habits and expectations I had come to know. I still had to finish up the case with Myles that he would finish arguing, with my help, for the next two days. I tried to think of it that way, that the date would be even better after finishing that case, and in a way, signifying my return to Harry. God, it was all too perfect, but it would be even more so if I didn’t have to wait another bloody day, well actually two, to see him. Yesterday wasn’t long enough, but when I think about it, no length of time ever is with him and that’s how I know I’m in trouble.

Also, that I’m walking right into one of my dreams.

+

After a morning spent in court starting off the case, I was back at the firm with Myles after lunch to work on it some more. He had given me more time to myself to work on my own than Harry had, but I preferred it that way. Harry was right, Myles was good to me, and I did learn a lot from him, but it wasn’t the same as being with Harry. Nothing has ever and never will be the same as being with him, certainly not. Also, the whole Family and Interpersonal side of court was depressing as fuck, I found out. The topic littered Harry and I’s conversations the last almost week, resulting in me taking after him and deciding to stay far away from it for now. 

I’m reminded of him everywhere I go, and it definitely makes trying to get my work done all the more difficult. I see his face in the succulent sat at the corner of my desk, behind my office chair where he would lean over me to help me on my laptop, on my sofa where he opened his birthday presents with explosive happiness, and in the reflection on the tall window where I now stand in the same spot as on his birthday when he hugged me against his front with a kiss to my head. A day later, and it all still feels so surreal to me, and I’m not mad about it. I appreciate its distracting qualities, leaving me to not worry as much about what the hell I’m going to wear tomorrow, and messing things up. Skye’s already picked out five outfits for me by now, I’m sure, but I was at a loss last night when I perused my closet. The pressure to impress somebody I’ve already met a hundred times, feels even greater than my second interview I had at the firm, and I tell myself I don’t know why, even though I do.

I want to wear the right thing, and feel beautiful. More than that, I don’t want to mess things up between us, again, no matter how stupid that sounds. No matter how premature it is to worry about right now.

With the happiest of sighs, I wander over to my bookshelf that now sits a dozen law books, gifts from Harry, Skye, Robbie, my dad, and Asher. Perhaps my favorite, to no surprise, is the Lawyer’s Dictionary that Harry got me. It has a section for all of the law jargon, another on many important laws, and lastly finishes with a guide for working the courtroom. I was just getting on my tippy toes to grab it when I feel a pair of arms surround my chest and pull me against theirs. 

“Hiya, brat,” a voice teases, tickling my neck. 

“Harry!” I exclaim with surprise, grabbing hold of his forearms. “Why do you love to scare me so much?”

“I dunno, ‘s fun, and coz yer a brat, so ya deserve it,” he giggles, and finally I relent and do too as I turn around to face him. 

“I am not a brat!” I argue, finding his flushed stubbly cheeks, taking a second to get used to the thick stubble covering them now. 

“Ya are, I reckon, couldn’t even wake me up last night t’ finish tha rest o’ tha FRIENDS episode on FaceTime, jus’ kept watchin’ along without me. If that doesn’t make ya a brat, then I dunno what does,” he tuts, clucking his tongue as he shakes his head at me. My giggles grow into a hearty chuckle as his folded hands settle at the small of my back. 

“Harry Edward!” I scoff, swatting at his chest once again hidden by his Northface coat, matching his black skinny jeans. 

“Hey, ya betta watch that hand o’ yers, bug, and that mouth too.”

“I’m not a brat,” I whine, all facial features falling into a pout that immediately grabs his attention. 

“Rebecca Ann, don’t even start with me. Put that bloody pout away befo’ ya regret it,” he insists, pointing his eyes at me with the smallest of smirks peeking through on his lips. It wins him over and soon his dimples accompany his deep laugh. “Stop, yer not a brat, bug, ‘m jus’ teasin’ ya. Y’know that. Jus’ can’t believe it didn’t even take a week fer ya t’ skip ahead o’ me in our show.”

“The episode was already three quarters of the way over!” I protest, earning a good finger wag at me. I fight back and push against his chest. “And I didn’t want to wake you up, you were so tired.”

“No, it was not! It was only half way through and ya couldn’t even wake me up! How rude o’ my Becks t’ be makin’ up excuses.” 

“Stop being mean to me,” I pout again, beginning to turn away with my arms crossed over my chest. 

“Hey, ‘m jus’ givin' ya a hard time, bug, y’know that. Yer neva a brat, and even if ya are, yer my brat,” Harry hums warmly, the honey returning to his voice in full force as he catches me around the middle with his arms once again. I can’t remember the last time I heard his voice absent of the honey, though. I don’t ever want to. “I wouldn’t want ya any otha way.”

“I knew you were only joking.”

“You li’l liar!” he laughs against my temple and mine joins his ever so contagious one. “Y’know, ‘ve always loved how ya neva take me shit and how ya can dish it right back, Becks.”

“Of course, I figured out at  the very beginning that I wouldn’t get by without it.”

“That’s me girl,” he coos, bringing me forth and round to find his gentle green eyes once more. They smile at me with a sparkle to them I haven’t had the pleasure to know before. I’ve yet to see him look at anybody this way, and I wonder if I have my own special look in my eyes for him, too. If I do, it was born long ago. 

“What are you doing here? I thought you had said you were going to take it easy until Monday, since your case got done early,” I wonder aloud, unsure of what to do with my hands until they venture to his coat’s zipper on their own, pulling it up and down distractedly. 

“I was, until My’ roped me into a partner meetin’ t’day, and I wanted t’ see a special sumbody,” he sighs with an accented roll of his eyes at first, and then they dish out their dazzle on me. “But that’s it, and ‘m off afta that. I hafta do a li’l work fer my case afta finishin’ it, but it’ll only take ten minutes tops. Then laundry, cleanin’, and tha like at home before grocery shoppin’. Only jus’ now got outta bed, tha bloody jetlag.”

“Ah, I see. The work of a lawyer never ends, it seems,” I comment and he nods above me, eyes watching my every move closely. “God, if I knew you’d be here today I would have tried a little harder when I got dressed this morning,” I laugh nervously, my eyes falling to his crimson button-up peeking out from his coat, decorated with gray flowers and foliage. 

“Ya don’t even hafta try and ya look gorgeous, Becks. Promise,” Harry disagrees, the molasses pouring out from his words and into my heart, pushing the very last chip away. Just like that, I’m all his again, but I think it happened long before this and I didn’t know. Daring a look up at him, the dimples couldn’t be deeper in his cheeks as his sunshine smile radiates onto me, the pad of his thumb rough against my cheek. “I sure missed seein’ that smile, ‘s me favourite.” 

My anxiousness carries away with the sunshine, and I’m left with red cheeks and a smile that makes them hurt. It almost pains me to look into his bright sunny eyes, but I wouldn’t want to be looking anywhere else. Finally, I let myself look and with that, I let him in a little further and start to let go. 

“You’re really laying it on thick,” I jest harmlessly with a smile, dragging my finger down the seam of his chest where the two sides of the fabric meet in red cloth buttons. 

“Ya, coz I finally can,” he grins, and the warmth spreading across my body in tingly waves finds an outlet in a soft laugh of mine. 

Anxious yes, but ever so happy while his hand spreads out flush against my back, fingertips moving lazily. I’ve already pinched myself once or twice today wondering if this is all a dream, and shocked that I could ever be this happy. There were so many times I doubted the existence of it and its possibility, and everything it had to do with having this with Harry. Predictably, an electronic twinkle interrupts our conversation, and I’m confused to find him lifting his wrist. 

“Woah, look at the fancy lawyer,” I tease, his already colossal smile growing taller as he flicks a finger across his shiny new Apple watch. “That must have cost a pretty penny.”

“Ya, and My’ dished out e���ry last cent,” he titters, pressing his palm to the shiny surface rounded by space grey edges, returning his eyes and hands to me. “It was his birthday present t’ me, sayin’ that I should be mo’ organized at me age, or sumthin’.”

“Talk about brutal honesty right there.”

“Don’t go bloody agreein’ with him now!” Harry scoffs, but his mouth open in disgust is no more, lined by joyous lips that soon attack my cheeks in kisses. 

“No, no, no!” I beg aloud in shrieks when his quick fingers dance along my ribs, sending jolts of electricity across my body. More exclamations and pleas escape them before I say the magic words, “Harry Edward!” 

“What d’ya want, hmm, Rebecca Ann?” he asks breathlessly, that adorable breathy laugh falling off of his glossy cherry lips. 

“I think you like saying my full name too much,” I contend, giving up and falling into the sage green abyss of his eyes for the hundredth time, or more. 

“Maybe I do. Maybe I like it,” he shrugs mischievously, that smirk glued to his lips that pull me in. 

“Do you like it, the watch?”

“Ya, ‘s nice. I thought ‘d told ya ‘bout it, sorry. Reckon it has helped me t’ stay organized. Speakin’ of, me meetin’ ‘s inna few, so I hafta take off, bug,” he croons with disapproving lips, his bottom lip soon jutting out from the top. 

“Harry Styles, don’t you even!” I threaten rather weakly, the sounds of happiness leaving my lips doing a good job of that. 

“Oh, and what if I don’t? Hmmm, Rebecca Holte, jus’ what will ya do ‘bout it?” Harry returns, wiggling an eyebrow at me that makes my chest rumble with harder laughter. 

“I’ll just have to stop you, but I don’t know how just yet.”

A devilish smirk is born on his lips before my eyes, and soon leaves my view while his face escapes to the crook of my neck, his voice soon tickling my skin, “Lawyers gotta be quick on their feet, bug. Reckon I can think o’ a way ya can make these lips stop poutin’, maybe ya can try it on me t’morro’ afta our date,” he hums against my neck, knitting up his sentence with a whisper of a kiss below my ear.

I feel like a fricken sixteen-year-old all over again, and I’m loving every second. 

“You better get going to your meeting, before you’re late, Harry,” I giggle uncontrollably,  sure that my face is blotchy with red all over because of what he just said. My suspicion is confirmed when he lifts his head of moused curls to look me in the eyes again, and the glint in them tells me so. I feel like I can read him even better now, all because he’s letting me. 

“‘s alright, they expect me t’ be late by now, ‘s a given,” he insists with a comedic shrug of his shoulders, hands wandering away from my back and to our sides where they invite my hands into his. 

“Will you stop and say goodbye this time?”

“‘Course, bug. ‘m sorry I missed ya yestaday, ya had already left afta I had made me rounds,” he assures me, receiving a quiet ‘it’s okay’ from me. 

“Try not to fall asleep at your meeting today,” I joke, watching his eyes roll into the back of his head briefly before he scoops me into his arms for a squeeze. 

“I won’t if ya promise not t’ be a brat anymo’ and skip ahead in our show.”

“Get lost and go to your meeting already!” I laugh, shoving him away by his chest, observant of his mouth relaxing into a disbelieving ‘O’. His laugh echoes mine quickly, only disrupted when my hand comes to his cheek to plant my lips on his other for a few seconds longer than necessary. “I’m so glad you’re back, Harry.”

“So am I, Becks, so bloody much,” he echoes, holding my hands a little tighter in his, even bringing one to his lips for a kiss. “Good luck on yer case, love, for tha thousandth time. ‘m so proud o’ you.”

With that, he leaves me in a puddle of my own surreal emotions, disappearing from my office with a look over his shoulder wearing that smirk. That very smirk I want so desperately to kiss off those cherry lips already. Tomorrow, I think, if I can make it until then. Just one more day.

+

I had been struggling with finishing this last part, or rather redoing it, for too long now. When my eyes again strayig to the violet clock, I was surprised to find that it had been almost an hour, and I hadn’t gotten much further. With my head in my hands, I sigh as feelings battle to be felt within my insides. After today’s argument, Myles and I had to shift our approach, and I still wasn’t sure of how to do that. He had been helping me, of course, but I still felt so lost. It doesn’t help that he’s currently caught up in the partner’s meeting that Harry is also at, and Jennings who is but isn’t a partner. I still don’t get it, even though Harry explained it to me a few times. The next time he does, I’ll have to remember to ask him to dumb it down for me. 

Even after pouring over our shared notes in Google Docs, and my several law books strewn across my desk, I’m at a loss for what to do.

I wish more than anything that it was already five pm tomorrow, and that the only thing I have to think about is my date with Harry. I still don’t know what the hell to wear, or to do with my hair, or how heavy to go with my makeup. 

“Why tha long face, bug?” somebody pipes up, pulling me away from my immersive thoughts. Blinking hard, I tear my eyes away from the laptop screen and look over to the door, but I don’t lift my tired head from my propped fist. 

“I don’t know what to do for my argument.”

“Still? Why didn’t ya jus’ ask, Becks?” Harry hums with an inviting smile, pressing the door to come just shy of closing. 

I shrug my shoulders with a heavy exhale, scrolling through what I have so far, quickly realizing how embarrassing it’ll be to show him. I can’t exit out quickly enough, hearing his footsteps arrive behind me. 

“Hey, what d’ya think yer doin’?” he teases when I switch tabs, quickly feeling the weight of his hand on top of mine, dragging the mouse along. “Don’t be nervous, love, ‘m here t’ help. Always am,” he coos softly, a hand settling on my adjacent shoulder, earning me an encouraging squeeze. 

“It’s embarrassing, Harry. I’ve been sitting here for over an hour trying to figure out what to do, and I have next to nothing to show for it.”

“Relax, ‘s only yer first official case yer arguin’. Don’t be so hard on yerself, Becks. It sounds like ya need a break, bug,” he insists, sending sparks along my left arm as he rubs stripes along the skin. It’s not long before I hear a familiar laugh and slowly, Harry’s dancing figure comes into view. “Yo ‘ll tell ya what I want, what I really, really want. So tell me what ya want, what ya really, really want,” he belts out, his phone blasting the song cupped in his hand. 

“Oh my God,” I sigh with an accidental laugh, my head falling into my hands. I’m too curious though, and so I peek out from behind my spread fingers to watch him sing passionately with his eyes closed while breaking out some amusing dance moves. “Please, stop,” I chuckle, but I’m sure he also hears the lie in my voice. 

“‘m not stoppin’.”

“Please, Harry. You’re going to make me die from secondhand embarrassment,” I confess into my hands, feeling brave and letting my fingers fall down to below my eyes. Mistakenly, his catch mine and they fly back up to cover my eyes, or for the most part. 

“Rebecca Ann, ‘m not stoppin’ ‘til ya come and join me.”

“Then you’re going to be there for a while,” I say with a shrug of my shoulders, certain of one thing and that’s the smile claiming my lips, and the forgotten document staring at me. I’m too preoccupied with the silly, dancing man in front of my eyes, and how somehow this makes me love him all the more. 

“Becks,” he insists, in between singing along to the song very badly. Oh no, I think as his steps near me once again. Before I know it, I’m staring into darkness as his breath tickles the back of my neck. 

“Stop,” I beg with laughs interjected among my pleas. They grow into near shouts and exclamations when his singing is accompanied by his fingers dancing across my sides, and along the slopes of my neck. “Harry!” I almost yell, and when my laughs couldn’t hurt my belly more, it all ceases. Only the singing remains and is joined by his stubbly cheek against my temple, and his arms coiled around my shoulders. “If ya wanna be my lova, ya gotta get with my friends.”

“Make it last forever, friendship never ends,” I continue for him, giggles heard at the end when his nose tickles the corner of my sensitive neck. 

“There’s me happy Becks, ‘m glad I found her ‘gain,” Harry coos, leaving a kiss on my temple before he helps me to tackle my argument. 

Five days did and didn’t feel very long when I think about it now, with his arms wrapped around me as his voice tickles my ear. Too easily, I can remember his absence over those long days, and how effortlessly they felt far longer. I barely survived with his texts and phone calls alone, and it hurts to think that if it hadn’t been for his case finishing early, I’d still be sitting here in my office all in my lonesome. 

Those thoughts are yanked away - thank God - when his voice brings me back, spewing legal mumbo jumbo that luckily nowadays I can understand, but I couldn’t have always said that. Harry makes quick work of what would be my best route to take and how I do that, and for the fiftieth time in the last two days, I couldn’t be more grateful for how easy things are coming together. I couldn’t be more thankful to have him by my side. It still feels like a dream getting to live this life now, and getting to work with him on the daily, singing Spice Girls amidst stolen cheek kisses.

One puzzle piece at a time, and there’s only one or two pieces left in this puzzle of ours.

+

The murmur of voices assaults my ears when I walk through the door, and feel my vision tugged towards the ceiling decorated with chandeliers. A song by Frank Sinatra floats around the entryway, hardly calming my overactive nerves, despite it being a favorite of my late grandpa’s. When I finally reach the host’s stand, the nerves topple out with my words, jumbling them.

“Reservation for H-Harry Styles, please,” I tell the towering, dark haired man. After a few moments tapping away on the kiosk, he grabs two menus and leads me through a maze of linen covered tables sat under the glow of the several chandeliers. 

I try to hide my disappointment when he leads me to an empty, round table, leaving with a few words about my server being with me soon. Another feeling bubbles up inside me, forcing itself to join all of the others mixed together within me. I had a feeling I was too early, I think silently as I shrug off my long pea coat to hang over my chair. Skye’s wishes of good luck and ‘lots of snogging’ float back to me, filling my sad cheeks with another wash of pink. ‘No, you aren’t driving yourself, I’m dropping you off so then you can get a ride home with him, and lay a big one on him when he walks you up,’ she had insisted, but the anxiousness years in the making is doing a good job of making me doubt myself tonight. 

My attention drifts to my phone that is silent with no new messages, but I still check our conversation. The last message was from him:

see u in half an hour for our date bug :) xxx

My thumb scrolls through our previous messages, straying to last night’s that brings a smile to my face. 

I have no idea what to wear tomorrow :/ 

meant it when i said u look beautiful in anything Becks ;) help what should i wear ? xx

I might be a little impartial to that gray suit you wore to my class lecture that one time ;) 

noted ;) i may especially love the color red on u if u wanna know 

Noted ;) Question....

shoot, love 

Skye was gonna drop me off tonight on her way to her boyfriend’s …. Would a ride home be too much to ask?

course not Becks. anytime u need a ride im here. id love to give u a ride home. perfect we can jam 2 some spice girls in the car then ;) 

I can’t wait

neither can i bug :) 

My reminiscing is interrupted when my eyes fall to my outfit of choice, tugging up the scoop neck that Skye insisted wasn’t ‘too slutty.’ Now, I’m not so sure about it, and I can’t decide if I wish he’d show up already, or if I’m not ready. Those thoughts are stolen away when the texts disappear on my phone, his smiling face claiming the screen with a jingle. 

“Hello?” I answer with a gulp, trying to hide the anxious tremble in my voice. I can’t help it, my eyes dart to my wrist, noticing it’s already 6:05 pm.

“Hi, bug. ‘m sorry but tha traffic ‘s horrendous and ‘m afraid ‘ll be late gettin’ t’ tha restaurant. E’rybody else ‘s comin’ home from work too,” Harry explains from the other side, a weird sound taking over his voice. Yeah, we’re not too good at this pretending thing anymore, are we? I can hear the nerves in his voice, probably just like he can hear them in mine. 

“Oh, it’s okay, Harry. I don’t mind at all, just be careful driving,” I respond, feeling a sense of relief at knowing where he is. I know he never would, but it squashes the tiny voice inside of me saying he wasn’t ever going to show up. 

“‘Course I will, love. Thanks fer understandin’. Reckon ‘ll be there in ten. Are ya there already?” he responds, just the sound of his voice doing wonders at calming me down. The only thing that could take it all away is a hug, one of his.

“Yeah, I just sat down.”

“Mmmm, d’ya mind scopin’ out tha menu while yer there? I won’t be too long, we can order once I get there, if that’s alright,” he asks, the sound of traffic sneaking into our phone call for a second. Then, I hear him sigh ‘finally’ and the subsequent thrum of the motor.

“Yeah, sure. I’ll see you soon then, careful driving.”

“I can’t wait t’ see you, Becks,” he hums before hanging up, leaving me sitting across from an empty chair that I can’t stop picturing him sitting in. 

This is really happening.

Finally.

+

The sound of her voice rings in my ears, and does nothing to stop the anxious shakes coursing throughout my body. Curses fall under my breath as I honk at somebody who pulls out right in front of me, making me slam on my brakes. With a sigh, I turn on my indicator before making my turn.

Pulling my keys from the ignition drenches my surroundings in silence, and reminds me of my heart beating wildly within my chest. Looking up, the decorative windows of the restaurant appear before me in shrouded light. She’s somewhere in there . . waiting for me.

Get it together, Harry. You can do this.

My eyes drift to the rear view mirror and I card my fingers through my hair until it looks decent enough. That’s as good as it’s going to get, I almost mutter while smoothing down my blazer underneath my coat. The bone chilling February night nips at my face once my feet touch the tarmac. Streetlights cast glows all around me, as well as the headlights of several cars. The thumping within my chest grows louder and faster as my feet near the door, and then the stand where a manicured man waits.

“Hi. I made a reservation unda the name ‘Harry Styles’,” I tell him, immediately casting my eyes to the tables within view, searching for her dark chocolate locks. 

“Right this way,” he replies, waving a hand to follow him and I do. He leads me past several tables, empty and occupied, and almost gets me lost in the process.

The last thing I feel is lost when my eyes finally find her.

“Thank you. I-I got it from here,” I tell him hurriedly, holding a hand out that brings us both to a halt. He walks away after a short ‘you’re welcome,’ leaving me there, right where I want to be.

I don’t remember the smile reaching my ears or my heart quieting within my chest as I watch her flip through the menu thirty feet away from me. The prettiest red dress dons her long body, falling just underneath her collarbones and draped over the curve of her shoulders. Her hair falls in dark, natural waves, almost hiding the round opal sitting above the scoop of scarlet fabric. A tingling sensation blankets my body from head to toe, and the image of Becks sitting there waiting for me is burned into my mind.

It feels like I’m meeting her again for the first time, but I’m not. This feels like a new first time, and I know it’s one I won’t ever forget, much like the very first time I laid my eyes upon her. 

It felt like a Monday. For the bloody life of me, I couldn’t remember if it was one at the moment. Is it Monday? I’m not sure, but with the way things were going today, it sure felt like one. The copier had a jam, I forgot the first lunch I’ve made in years at home, and my girlfriend had been annoying the fuck out of me this morning. To top it all off, I had applicants being interviewed today to fill the position of my personal assistant, ever since the last one bolted. She didn’t last more than two weeks, a big surprise. 

Pete had been blowing up my phone for the last ten minutes, and I finally had had enough. Without an announcement or a knock, I stride into his office, fully intent on finding out what the hell he wants. 

“I’m a little busy, if you haven’t noticed,” he retorts over the head of dark chestnut locks sat in front of him. Presumably, one of the new applicants for my personal assistant. Hmm. 

“Well, ya kept ringin’ me bloody phone, Pete. So, what tha hell d’ya want?” I insist, throwing up a hand that falls to my thigh with a loud slap. 

Suddenly, I wish the quiet little thing would turn around, and give me a look at her. Shy, she is, it seems. There she sits, tucked away into her little shell, dressed to impress in a dark dress. 

“I’m in the middle of an interview!” he exclaims, certainly making a good first impression with the applicant. It makes me wonder for the tenth time why I bother having him do the interviews, but then I remember that I don’t really give a fuck, as long as I don’t have to do them. 

“What fer, huh?” I tease, instantly getting a snappy response from Pete about it being for me, as if I didn’t already know. But, I did, and am only doing this to bother him even more. 

“Ooo, ‘s it now? Ya get me a good one? Huh, Pete?” I grin, taking a step forward as a hand in my pocket plays with the tiny, metal guitar attached to my key ring. Sticking my head out as I move forward, my eyes dance across her head, and her profile that soon comes into view. “Hullo, love. Gonna be me new one, are ya? Petey here says I can’t keep one fer tha life o’ me, so here he ‘s interviewin’ me anotha one. How’s she doin’ so far, Petey? Think she’s a winna?” I joke aloud, knowing full well the effect my words have on the both of them. 

My subsequent introduction falls from my lips after a retort from Pete, and then the stranger finally turns to look me in the eyes. I rack my brain, trying to put a name to her face from a prior conversation with Pete. Or was it going over her resume when it came in the other day? I can’t remember which, and I blame it on her captivating baby blue eyes, as well as the intoxicating smile that greets my own. Words float from her lips and grace my ears for the very first time, and I knew immediately that she was something else. 

“Hi, my name is Becky. Becky Holte.”

Little did I know how drastically she would change my life, sometimes I thought for the worse, but ultimately for the better. The better, always. I had no way of knowing at that very moment, how many times she would come to save me.

My Becks.

+

The sound of homemade ravioli filled with chicken and three kinds of cheese is almost making my mouth water. It also makes me wonder when Harry will finally be here, and habitually, my eyes lift to look for him. To my surprise, I find him standing a ways away with the sweetest smile stuck to his lips. 

“Hiya, Becks. Sorry ‘m late. Ya look . . absolutely gorgeous, by tha way,” he comments once he’s within a few steps of the table. He reaches across to squeeze my arm before sitting down across from me, a blush pinching his cheeks. 

“Thank you, Harry. I uh, like the suit you went with, you look very handsome in it. Good choice,” I return, failing to not focus on the fast thrumming deep inside of me. 

“Ya, a certain sumbody said it was their favourite on me, so I couldn’t disappoint,” he grins with a shrug, unfastening the button at his waist, exposing the satiny black button-up hidden underneath. 

“Good, I’m glad you didn’t,” I smile, sure of the warmth he can see filling my cheeks, because I can see it mirrored in his own. “I like that you kept the stubble.”

“Why thank you,” he comments, once again rubbing it with his thumb and forefinger, and like before, making me all the more jealous. “I trimmed it up a li’l bit, figured I betta.” 

“Oh, I hope you keep it. I think I prefer you with it.”

“D’ya now, Becks?” he teases with a lift of his eyebrows, his tousled curls almost tickling his forehead, but just barely. “‘ll hafta rememba that,” he smiles, and more than ever, it’s incredibly contagious. My cheeks are starting to hurt from smiling by now, but I don’t even mind. 

“The um,” I begin nervously, my eyes falling to the elegant paper menu opened in front of me. It pains me to look away from him and the sunshine emanating from his smile, but it’s not so bad when I feel his chelsea boot knock against my heel, remaining there against the back of my ankle. “Chicken ravioli sounds good, as well as the margherita pizza, and Cacio e Pepe. Lots of good choices for dessert, too.”

“Mmm, they all sound good, love. Thanks fer lookin’ fer us,” he muses aloud, head bent down to peer at the menu when I glance over to him. 

His habit returns and his bottom lip is caught between his teeth, and somehow, it makes my smile grow bigger. I didn’t think that was possible, but here I am with aching cheeks. I nudge his foot with mine and he looks up with a question on his face, soon relaxing into a sparkling smile. That effervescent look in his eyes from the other day returns, and if I hadn’t known it already, I truly could look into his eyes for the rest of eternity. The dimples haven’t left his cheeks since he arrived, and his raspberry lips beg at me from across the table. 

“Let’s give it a try then,” he remarks, closing his menu without breaking our eye contact. The words dipped in honey flow from his lips and tickle something inside me, and I want more than anything to hear another meaning in them. His foot nudging at mine in return only makes me give in to it, and so does his wink. 

Our server arrives at our table shortly, and I thank God for the champagne she pours into tall flutes, not taking the edge off fast enough. A conversation blossoms between us about his case, and then mine with Myles. 

“Ya did great by tha way. Congrats on tha win, Becks, ‘m so fookin’ proud o’ you,” Harry grins adamantly, sweetness pouring off of his words that come out with a shake of his head. 

“Thank you so much, Harry. Wait, how’d you know we won it? I was just going to tell you,” I ask with furrowed brows, and receive a measly shrug of his shoulders in return. The look on his face, as if a revelation is threatening to burst from his lips, teases at me until it abates when the server brings us waters and we order. 

“So so bloody proud o’ you t’day, Becks,” he whispers as she pulls out her notepad and a pen. Possibilities blossom within my mind after he sends me a coy wink and knocks his foot against mine again. It doesn’t leave my own throughout the rest of our time there, during our meal and the laughs we share over glasses of champagne, and a plate of Tiramisu that I somehow let him share with me.

+

“I knew it! You were there today, sitting in the gallery, weren’t you?!” I exclaim, mumbling a short ‘thank you’ when he opens the car door for me. 

“Maybe,” Harry shrugs casually, walking around the front of the car as I fall onto the leather seat. 

“Harry Styles!” I nearly shout, if it weren’t for my voice dissolving into a giggle as he slides behind the steering wheel next to me. 

“What? I had some stuff t’ do at tha courts, so I may have popped in fer a mo’,” he explains. 

“Sure,” is all I say as I pull the seat belt across my chest. 

“Hush, and play some music, bug. Here,” he insists, handing me his grey iPhone that looks normal sized in his hand, and then gigantic in mine. 

“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming to watch?”

“Coz o’ that right there, Becks. Yer nervous ‘bout it right now afta tha fact, imagine how ya woulda been if ‘d told ya I was comin’ befo’ yer argument t’day,” he returns, pressing buttons on the dash and soon, waves of hot air greet my cold body. 

“I guess you’re right.”

“‘m what? I didn’t catch that,” Harry jests, cupping his ear. A scoff flies from my lips and I playfully swat his shoulder. “Hey, watch it. ‘m drivin’.”

“You haven’t even switched gears, so shut up,” I laugh, catching the eye roll he thinks I don’t see. “I see that eye roll, Styles, you better watch it.”

“You betta watch it, Becks. Betta pick a good Spice Girls song too, ‘m payin’ attention,” he jokes, soon his fingers diving into my side. A laugh escapes me unwillingly, and yanks my eyes over to his giggling lips. 

His name leaves mine in a near shriek, and after a blink, his tickling fingers are gone and lacing between mine. The dark flecks in his sage green eyes catch under the overhead light before it turns off automatically. He gives my hand a good squeeze as his eyes melt into mine, and a zing of electricity runs up my fingers and then my arm. The smile falling into his cheeks mirrors the one that’s been glued to my lips all night, and now grows higher and higher. I return the squeeze just as he looks to his mirrors, the click of the doors locking when he shifts to Reverse. 

It almost hurts to look away, but so many other feelings and thoughts are occupying me as my eyes fall to his phone. Disbelief washes over me as his long, ringed fingers sit between mine. It only grows when he lifts our intertwined hands up and over the middle console, to sit on his warm thigh.

An uninvited wave of pain hits me when I spot familiar sad songs amongst his music library, like the familiar ‘When She Loved Me’ that could make any Toy Story fan weep within seconds of hearing it. It intensifies when my eyes run over the songs Before You Go, Wish You Were Here, Say You Won’t Let Go, and With or Without You. Chancing a glance over at him, he stares straight ahead into the dark night, and a bittersweetness greets me. I try not to let it in, and the realization that perhaps those lost seven months were hell for him too, as were those five days apart. 

“Find it? I have Spice World on there sumwhere. I know I have loads o’ shit on there, sorry,” he comments, turning his head to check his left before pulling onto the busy road. 

“Y-Yeah,” I stutter, looking back to his expansive music library spanning from the 50’s to current music. His thumb drawing circles onto my knuckles brushes some of the sadness away as I bring up the album he speaks of. 

“Bloody hell, why ya choosin’ tha sad one, Becks?” he titters, glancing over to me when we come to a stop at a light. His smile shining back at me whisks away the last drops of the sadness, but hints of it remain with me, begging to be felt. I shrug my shoulders as the beginning lyrics of ‘Too Much’ fills the car, and I only turn it up louder. “I get t’ pick tha next song, if yer playin’ sad stuff. Bloody rubbish you are at pickin’ songs,” he sighs jokingly with a shake of his head, curls tickling his ears and the nape of his neck. 

“I am not!” 

“‘Kay, brat, keep talkin’,” he snickers, earning another scoff from me that he answers with a harder laugh. I cast my eyes to the window with an exaggerated whimper, soon hearing his profuse apologies. “‘m kiddin’, Becks, bloody hell. I already know ya have a good taste in music from all o’ our talks. I like this song too, jus’ thought ya’d go fer some happy songs, seein’ tha . . occasion and e’rythin’. Hey.” 

I answer him with my eyes returning to him, finding his wink before he looks back to traffic, and with my thumb coasting back and forth across his smooth skin. I listen to the lyrics, feeling another squeeze of my hand from him before I change the song. 

“Hey, don’t change it befo’ ‘s done!” he exclaims, and I just laugh, watching his shocked lips soon do the same. 

“Then stop complaining,” I argue, catching another roll of his eyes as the car slows to a stop in front of another light. Joy buds on my lips as the surprise unfolds on his features, meanwhile his eyes crinkle, the dimples fall deeper, and his raspberry lips thin out as a smile consumes his face. 

“I knew ya were sumthin’ special,” he notes aloud with a shake of his head, a giggle emanating from his joyous smile, right before he joins me to sing along to Shania Twain’s ‘Man, I Feel Like A Woman.’ 

His fingers laced between mine continue to send my heart into overdrive as we belt out the song between contagious laughs, and then another crowd favourite, ‘You’re Still The One.’ This one gets me and sometimes throughout the song, I can’t get myself to look at him with the sincerity held in the lyrics. As well as the words that hit too close to home. 

Finally, I can’t stand it anymore, and my eyes drift over to his at the end of the song, finding that his are already on mine. “‘m so glad we made it. Look how far we’ve come, my baby,” Harry finishes with his eyes dancing upon me with that smile dripping with molasses. As if his hand squeezing mine periodically throughout the song wasn’t already making me want to cry, now I really could. I return the gesture before looking out the window, blinking back the arriving tears from my eyes as those lasting words sing inside of my head. 

Yeah, we finally made it, Harry. Belatedly, but finally.

+

“‘s been years since ‘ve been here, hasn’t changed much tho’,” Harry remarks softly, only a few steps away from my door. 

“Yeah, the inside looks bout the same too.”

“‘m sure. Maybe I could see fer meself one o’ these days,” he remarks aloud, and when my eyes drag over to his nervously, I answer him with a nod. 

“I’d like that.”

“Me too,” he coos, rubbing the pad of his thumb along the back of my hand. A shy smile nudges at the edge of my lips as he stands in front of me, my right hand still safe within his. “Well, I had a wondaful time t’night, thanks again.”

“You’re welcome, and thank you too. I had a lot of fun . . with you.”

“So did I, bug. ‘ll um, text you later then?” Harry says, clearing his throat awkwardly, his bottom lip soon returning to its nervous spot. 

“Y-yeah, sounds good,” I mumble quietly, eyes falling to my hand that he drops. The absence of his warmth against mine feels very strange now, having been holding hands for the entire drive and subsequent walk up to my apartment. 

“Night, Becks.”

“Goodnight, Harry, careful driving,” is the last thing I say before slipping behind my door, finding Skye perched on the sofa. The monotonous, forced words echo in my ears and my eyes fall to the floor, disappointment flooding every inch of me. 

“So, how’d it go?! Did you finally fucking kiss him?!” she shouts the second the door meets its frame. 

“No,” I admit between shy lips, the steps I take seeming as if they’re from somebody else’s body, not mine. The entire last five minutes feels like somebody else had lived them, not me. No, it can’t end like that. “Not yet, anyways,” I rush, ignoring my shoes I already toed off, spinning around and ripping open the door. “Harry, wait!” I exclaim, finding his surprised expression waiting in front of the lift. 

“What?” he asks, eyebrows bent into a questioning mess. 

“I-I forgot something,” I manage, the words spilling out in a heap while he closes the distance between us, stopping right in front of me. Right where I need him. 

“Forgot what, bug? Did ya forget yer shoes in me car?” he titters, the fluorescent glow overhead picking out the few blonde hairs in his stubble. 

“No . . something else,” I finally admit, taking a step when there aren’t any left. 

The dimples remain set into his cheeks while his eyes fall to my lips and mine raise to his. His facial hair is prickly and dense under the pad of my thumb, and his coveted bottom lip is warm and pillowy. The golden hue of his olive green irises fills my mind when my lips finally meet his, and at last, I find his bottom lip between my own. His sweet giggle sounds against my lips as my fingers get lost in his buttery curls. I come to echo it when his hands shock me with their coldness against my hips, pulling me closer to him. One strays to the back of my head as his lips move against mine, the word ‘finally’ repeating incessantly within my mind. His barely there beard is scratchy against my skin, contrasting to the smooth tip of his nose grazing my cheek. The cinnamon and cocoa powder from the Tiramisu cake tickles my taste buds while his spicy vanilla smell covers me like a blanket. Zings shoot across my palm pressed to his smiling cheek, his facial hair prickly against the sensitive skin. 

Not feeling like what was actually mere seconds later, air fills my lungs when we pull away at the same time, sharp inhales filling the air. Quickly, his sweet giggle joins it, and ropes one of my own in. The tip of his nose leaves trails on my cheek as his forehead falls onto mine. 

“Ya have no idea how long ‘ve waited fer that,” Harry rasps, his warm breath dancing across my lips. His own press a whisper of a kiss to mine briefly, although after that, now I’m sure it could never be long enough. 

“I think I do know,” I mumble, my hand straying to his chin where I brush the tip of my thumb against the flesh of his bottom lip. 

“‘m sorry it took us so long, bug.”

“It’s okay, we’re here now. Finally,” I tell him and he nods, the twinkle in his eye bright as can be. For the first time, I let myself melt and lose myself in the greens of his eyes. Something I have wanted to do ever since the very first time I looked into his green eyes and knew I was fucked. 

“Yes, we are. And look at you, Becks. Ya beat me t' tha first date and tha first kiss,” he smirks with a decadent laugh adorning his words. I can’t help but join him while I twirl a ringlet of his hair around the tip of my finger against the back of his neck. 

“Oh, it’s okay, Harry. You got the first hand hold, and the first Shania Twain car duet.”

A roll of his miraculous eyes accompanies his continuing laugh, “Ya, well, so did you, but I got tha more romantic one,” he insists, words welcomed by my surprised scoff. 

“Wait, you don’t find ‘Man, I Feel Like A Woman’ romantic?!” I nearly exclaim in faux disbelief, my voice softening into a giggle quickly. 

“Only when you sing it, bug,” Harry smiles, thumbing circles into the small of my back. 

“Wait, you got tha first handhold, brat. Rememba, when I visited you at yer old work that day? Bloody hell, you beat me t’ all tha good ones, Becks. No fair,” he snickers with a sigh to his words, the two contrasting the other. I suffice my response with an obligatory nod, feeling my heart just now starting to settle into a regular beat. “Becks, there’s so many things ‘ve wanted t’ say t’ you, and now, I finally can.”

“I think I know how you feel.” 

“First thing ‘ll say ‘s I get tha second date and tha second kiss,” Harry contends with a smirk held in his eyes. 

“Oh, really?” I giggle and he soon nods. He quiets the laugh beginning on my lips with his own giddy ones, my lips molding against his effortlessly. Thoughts blossom quickly within my mind, including why I waited so fucking long to kiss him. If I’d known all of these years how wonderful it feels to kiss him, I never would have waited this long. Our kisses are slow although hurried, our lips searching for the other’s desperately, and somehow perfectly. Years overdue, and it couldn’t feel any more perfect. 

“Fookin’ hell, I jus’ wanna keep kissin’ you, Becks. Dunno if I can stop,” he chuckles, brushing his nose against mine softly. Shockingly, his eyes are even more gorgeous from this view, and I didn’t think that was possible. Evidently, anything is. 

“You don’t have to,” I laugh and he shrugs his shoulders while his eyebrows mimic the expression, his giggle soon vibrating against my tingling lips. 

“We have loads o’ lost time t’ make up fer,” he notes aloud. 

“Yes, we do. A couple years, give or take.”

“Mmmhmm, yer right there, li’l one. Fook, there were so many times I wanted t’ kiss ya ova the years,” he sighs with a sad shake of his head. His dimple is soft under my fingertip, hidden under the warm brunette facial hair. 

“Then kiss me.”

Too soon, his lips leave mine after a short peck, but I press at the back of his curls and envelope his laugh with my lips. My name falls from him in a delighted whisper before one more kiss. Our laughs grow louder only to be muffled, although weakly, when a figure walks by into their nearby apartment. My face runs to the crook of his neck, my very favorite song dancing along my ears as he holds me against him. 

“Nothing to see here, sir,” I joke, and the warmth filling my insides grows at the sound of his happiness. 

“No, I rememba I got tha first handhold that night we went out fer drinks tha first time. Tha night with tha Purple Hazes and all those shots,” Harry insists from above me, and I give him the funniest look when I come out of hiding. 

“You’re still going on about that?” I ask in near disbelief, watching his curls move when he nods his head, dipping to meet my lips with his for a slow kiss. 

“I don’t want this night to end,” I hum against the strawberry color of his decadent mouth. 

“Neither do I, Becks. ‘ve been waitin’ fer it fer so long,” he agrees, the wispiness of his eyelashes ghostlike against my forehead. 

“It’s getting late, and Skye is probably dying to hear how tonight went.”

“Ya betta go and tell tha poor girl then,” he responds, pulling my eyes towards his that sit just a moment away, sending all of the sunshine in my direction. 

“That’s okay?”

“‘Course. I may or may not ring Myles on tha way home t’ tell him all ‘bout it,” he shrugs with a telling lilt to his sing-song voice. The only sound that leaves my lips is an amused laugh that he echoes, and I know that he feels the same way.

At last, I know after over two years that he feels the same way, through and through. 

“We’ll figure out sumthin’ fer this weekend t’getha, sound good?”

“Yeah, sounds great, Harry,” I agree slowly and he nods ever so slightly, leaving kisses starting from my temple and down my cheek. 

“G’night, bug.”

“Night, Harry. Drive careful,” I tell him and once again, he answers me with a nod. 

“I promise, babe.”

“Goodnight,” I almost whisper, the very last breath of the word stolen away by his lips. I wouldn’t want it any other way, I barely am able to think as his lips massage mine between his. His neck is fiery beneath my palms and I’m sure mine is likened to it underneath his fingertips, surges of electricity passing below my skin. The skin is balmy against my blushing cheek when my arms come around his middle, surprising us both with a long hug, before I pull away first. 

“Night, my Becks,” he murmurs against my lips, a shiver running down my spine when he leaves with a final squeeze to my hand. If that didn’t do it, the song flowing from his humming lips sparks memories behind my eyes, but I still can’t figure out where it’s from. But, I know that I have plenty of time to figure it out, and to get all of the kisses that I want from him. 

Fucking finally.

[littlesliceofmarvel]

Nice Try, Losers

Request/Synopsis: Reader is on the phone with Steve while he’s staying at the compound and while they’re talking, a couple Hydra agents break in and try to kidnap her.

Warnings: Language, violence

Pairings: Steve x Reader

A/N: I’m currently working on another fic at the same time as this so that’s why I’m publishing this one first, but the next one is coming soon! As always, gif isn’t mine (credits to the owner) and my inbox is always open! x

“He didn’t!” You gasped, laughing at the story your boyfriend was telling you over the phone as you sat yourself down on the couch, ready to fold some laundry. You muted the TV, the news channel could have nothing to say that you would deem more important than listening to his voice. 

“He did, Barton was pissed,” Steve replied, a small chuckle in his voice as he told you the story of Tony pranking Clint - again. You loved hearing about what was going on in his life as an Avenger, and even though you hated that he was always away, you were so proud of him.

“I mean, that’s understandable,” you smiled, folding a pair of pants and leaning back on the couch, leaving the rest of the laundry until later, Steve taking all of your attention. He had been staying at the compound for about two weeks, and even though he called you everyday, sometimes twice a day, you missed him so much. Your bed felt empty, the apartment was quiet, and you started running out of ideas of what to make for dinner, Steve always wanting to spoil you by doing the cooking.

“So, anyways, how was your day, darling?” He asked softly and you could hear a door close on his end, letting you know he was probably off in his room to be alone, letting the two of you talk privately. 

“It was alright, I took Mrs G’s dog for a walk,” you answered and you could practically hear Steve smile. Your neighbour, Mrs Gregory, was this lovely 80 year old woman who had a gorgeous golden retriever named Sandy, and she was too old to take her for walks, so you volunteered and did it for her everyday, and she would bake you cookies in return, “I also taped the latest episode of the Bachelorette, aren’t you excited to catch up when you get back?”

Steve chuckled, “Oh, yay, I can’t wait,” the sarcasm in his voice making you grin, looking out the window to where you could see the beautifully lit up Stark Tower, making you miss Steve even more. 

“When do you get back?” You asked quietly, “Just out of curiosity.”

You heard Steve sigh, “Fury says proba-”

Steve’s voice was cut off by the sound of your front door breaking down. You jumped up off of your spot on the couch, dropping your phone as you turned to face where the noise came from. Three men wearing full body bullet proof suits and masks came charging in, two of them had guns but not the third guy. You could feel your entire body freeze as you stared down the barrel of the machine gun, knowing all colour had gone from your face. You could hear Steve shouting for you over the phone but you were too frozen to do anything. 

“We got her,” one of them said, their deep voice making you snap out of your terrified trance. You still stood next to the couch, not moving, but oddly enough, none of the three men were moving either, and you wanted to take advantage of that. 

“Who the hell are you guys?” You asked, keeping your voice super steady as you reached your foot under the couch, trying to find the gun Steve hid under there for emergencies. You moved as slow as possible, not wanting to gain attention to what you were doing.

“Hydra, sweetheart,” the guy without the gun said once again, making you think he was probably the leader of this little clique. You had a feeling they were Hydra from the moment they broke in, their outfits were a bit of a dead giveaway. Which got you thinking, how did these guys even make it past the security desk downstairs? Your blood ran cold at the thought that they probably knocked out or killed the sweet old man who worked at the desk and you felt your blood boil.

“Of course you are,” you quickly leaned down, grabbing the gun from under the couch, and rushed back up, pointing it at the guy in the middle. The two guns were immediately much closer to your face as the guy in the middle let out a long sigh.

“We need to bring her alive, Rogers won’t come looking for her if she’s dead,” he said and you took that to your advantage, realizing they weren’t here to kill you, and shot the guy in the kneecaps, making him fall to the ground in an agonizing cry of pain. You were about to do the same to the other two men, but when you pulled the trigger, nothing came out. You dropped the gun and charged, the guy on the left shooting at you by missing by a couple of inches. 

You found yourself between the two men, and turned to the one on the right. You grabbed hold of his gun and twisted, kneeing him in the guts, then in the sensitive area between the legs before he leaned over, causing you to grab the gun out of his grasp and launch it backwards, knocking the other standing agent in the face with it as he leaned against the wall, holding his cheek. You  turned back to the other guy and grabbed a hold of the back of his head and pulled his face down to meet your knee, causing a crunch to sound throughout the apartment as you could feel his nose break. You lifted your knee once more to meet his face and he let out a cry of pain before falling over, leaning against the wall, blood dripping down his face.

You turned back to the guy you hit with the gun and lifted your leg, kicking him in the kidney, and pulling his gun out of his grasp, pointing it in his face, and then down to the guy on the floor whose kneecaps you shot.

“I suggest you get the fuck out, sweetheart,” you spat, motioning the gun to the door, causing the guy on the floor with the bloody face to nod, scrambling out the door. You figured Hydra probably sent their weakest men, there was no way you could easily take down three assassins that easily. 

The guy with the shot kneecaps gave you a glare, starting to stand up, grabbing a knife from inside his jacket, but you used the butt of the gun and knocked him over the head with it, causing his body to fall limp on the floor, blood coming out and staining your beautiful hardwood floors.

The other conscious guy started to approach you, but once you turned to point your gun at him, his eyes widened and he started stepping out the door.

“Hey!” You shouted and he turned around, “Bring your friend with you, yeah?” He nodded vigorously and picked up the body on the floor, slinging him over his shoulders as he made his way out of the apartment. 

“Nice try, losers,” you flipped them off before shutting the door, locking it behind you as you went to sit on the couch, wiping the blood off of your knuckles, picking up your phone which showed Steve was surprisingly still on the call, wanting to figure out what was going on.

“Hey, sorry about that,” you said once you picked up the phone. 

“Y/N? Oh my god, wh-” he took a deep breath, “What the hell happened? I heard gunshots, and yelling, I - I was so worried, Fury is on his way. Are you okay, baby?”

You giggled at his rambling, “I’m alright, they’re not though, I took care of them.”

Steve let out the biggest sigh of relief you’d ever heard, “Shit, I was so worried about you, I - I didn’t know what to do, my god.” You could hear him sit down on the other end of the line, probably because he was pacing around the whole time he didn’t hear your voice. Steve knew you could handle yourself, he let Natasha train you once the two of you started dating so you could handle situations like this, but he never wanted you to actually have to use them. He was filled with guilt knowing he couldn’t be there to always protect you.

Like Steve had said, Fury burst in the door two seconds later, gun raised, but  lowered it once he saw you sitting on the couch, unscratched, and phone in hand, giving him a small wave.

“Hey, Fury,” you smiled, both acknowledging his presence, and letting Steve know he was here.

Fury walked over to you, looking slightly surprised as he tucked his gun away, looking down at the smeared blood on the floor, “So, didn’t need backup, huh?” 

You smirked, shaking your head, “Guess not.”

Fury nodded and explained to you that for your safety and to ease Steve’s conscious, he was going to bring you back to the compound to stay until he could return home with you, and you agreed. You told Steve you were on your way and packed a bag quickly, and rushed downstairs to meet Fury in a large black SUV. Within seconds, you guys were off to HQ. The whole time, you thought about why these guys wanted to use you to get to Steve. Of course, Steve would look for you non-stop if you were kidnapped, but why now? Hydra had a weird way of working.

Once you showed up, Steve ran up to you, engulfing you in a huge hug, making you drop your bag as he scanned every inch of your face and hands, making sure you had no injuries. 

“I told you, I’m okay,” you laughed as he started placing small kisses all over your face, holding you tight. Fury excused himself awkwardly, leaving the two of you alone to be with each other again.

“I know, I was so worried, though,” he pulled away and looked into your eyes, making your heart do a summersault, “I love you.”

You lifted yourself onto your tippy-toes and placed a soft kiss on his lips, “I love you too, Rogers.”

[molzies-fanfics]

Our relationship in emojis pt.1

•🎆

It was New Year’s Eve, the turtles, master splinter, Casey and Vern were round at April and Y/N’s apartment to celebrate. The thing is, every year Y/N found herself on the roof of the apartment complex with her mom thinking about the year to come. Except this year was different...because her mom was no longer there.

Splinter told Y/N once that your pain makes you stronger...but right now, she was trying so hard not to fall apart. This was the one thing they always did together and Y/N felt like she could barely do it alone. Thank god Raph found her.

“Y’know the party is goin’ on downstairs, right?” He spoke aloud as soon as he got up there

Y/N quickly wiped the proof of her sadness from her face before he could see. “Y-yeah, this is just something me and my mom would do...every year...” she trailed off

“...you okay?” Raph knew Y/N hated it when people saw her cry, but he could tell she was hurting.

She turned to look at him, a single tear trailing from her eye, “I just don’t want to be alone right now.” Was all she could find herself saying.

Raph gave her a fond smile before sitting down on the gravel next to her.

Out of everything that had happened in the past year, Y/N was so grateful that she had met the turtles. It was funny when April found footage of when Y/N was just a baby and she was looking at the turtles in that lab all those years ago. But having friends her age, it was the greatest gift she could’ve ever asked for.

Especially Raph, he gets it. How it feels to struggle with sharing emotions, how anger was always bubbling somewhere. He just...understood her.

And she understood him.

“Thanks Red” she breathed.

“No problem.”

Their breathing evaporated into white smoke, drifting into the night air that seemed to be buzzing with energy.

They can hear the excitement from Times Square, the anticipation of the ball about to drop and bring in the new year.

That was when something popped into her mind.

“Raph, what do you and your brothers usually do for New Years?” Y/N found herself asking.

Raph seemed a bit taken aback that she had even asked that. “Uh, nothin’ special, we just watch the ball drop on tv and watch other people celebrate and that’s about it.” He sighed. “Too busy out to patrol so we just stay in. Mikey always tried to bring in new traditions to make it more excitin’ but it never really stuck. But this year is special since we don’t have to spend it underground and we’ve got friends to spend it with.” He grins at her when he finished.

Y/N could feel the breath being stolen from her lungs when he made eye contact with her like that. “so you guys don’t have any New Years traditions?” She could feel the butterflies fluttering around in her stomach from the mere idea that her brain had produced.

“Nah, none”

“Huh...”

Silence settled over them like a blanket before they both could make out a distant countdown echoing from the heart of the city.

“Is it almost midnight already?” Y/N found herself asking before standing up, she wanted a good view of the fireworks

“EIGHT!”

She felt Raph join her at the edge of the roof, looking out over the streets.

“SEVEN!”

Finding herself staring at one of her best friends, she couldn’t help but smile at the look on his face from the magic of it all. New Years in New York City.

“SIX!”

That’s when the idea started nagging her again.

“FIVE!”

Breathing in, she walked towards him.

“FOUR!”

Breathing out, she placed her hand on his bicep.

“THREE!”

She watched his head turn around to meet her gaze.

“TWO!”

Placing her other hand on his cheek she felt herself rising onto her tippy toes, just like in ballet.

“ONE!”

And just like that her lips met his.

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

She found herself wrapping her arms around his neck as he started to respond to the kiss, with him placing his hands on her hips, eventually crawling around her waist, pulling her closer as they melted into one another.

Lips gliding over the others, they ignored the fireworks going off around them as they got lost in the others embrace.

But they found themselves coming up for air.

“Wow.” Was all Raph could find himself saying. “That was...amazing.” He breathed into her lips, still wrapped around one another.

“I could say the same about you.” She stared up into his eyes, mesmerised by the colours she found there.

“I can’t believe I’m your first kiss.” Raph found himself saying, remembering the situation Mikey had brought up a couple months ago when they were playing a game of truth or dare and first kisses had come up as a subject, revealing that Y/N hadn’t actually had hers yet.

“Well I’m yours too Red.” She rested her forehead on his, looking into his eyes with so much fondness. “Does this...mean we’re a thing?” He asked hesitantly, hoping with all his heart it wasn’t just a one time thing.

Y/N’s heart stuttered at the thought, “Only if you want us to be” She found herself saying.

And instead of answering, he just kissed her again, knowing that this year was going to be amazing as long as she was by his side.

* 🌹

February 14th, Valentine’s Day. Usually Y/N spent it alone watching Brooklyn 99 or friends with April but this year, April was on a date with Casey. Leaving y/n alone in their living room trying to decide which movie to watch...

That was until she heard someone tapping on the window leading out to the fire escape.

Pulling up the blind Y/N saw her terrapin boyfriend staring back at her behind the glass. A smile broke out across her face.

“Hey red. What are you doing here?” She asked once she opened the window.

That was when Raph pulled out a single rose from behind his back.

“Happy Valentine’s day.”

Y/N was so shocked she had to take a step back.

“Oh my god, thank you. It’s beautiful Raphie.” She commented as she took the rose from him.

“Also, to answer your question, I’m here because I wanted to spent Valentine’s day with my girlfriend.” He smirked up at her.

“Well come in then.” Y/n blushed at him referring to her as his girlfriend. They’d only been dating for a month but all of this was still fairly new territory.

Straightening up, Raphael stepped into the human girl’s living room.

“What you watching?”

“Brooklyn 99”

“Huh, never seen it.”

“YOU’RE JOKING.”

Raph chuckled at Y/N’s expression.

“Ok, wait one second and then I’ll put the first episode on.”

The giant turtle made himself comfortable on the couch whilst Y/N filled a glass vase with water and placed the rose inside it. She then walked over and joined Raph, cuddling into his side as she flicked through Netflix.

“So, what’s it about?” He asked.

“It’s a dark comedy about cops in the Brooklyn precinct.” She stated offhandedly.

“Oh...a dark comedy?”

“Basically it’s just a comedy except without the audience laughing in the background.” She explained.

“Ah.” And for the rest of the night they stayed and watched, glancing at one another every once in a while.

Y/N sneaked looks at Raph to see if he liked the show and Raph glanced over at Y/N to see if she wanted to do anything else at one point. Not to say, he didn’t enjoy her warmth.

“Are you having a good day so far?” Raph asked nervously.

“What do you mean? I’ve been home all day.” She answered

“You could’ve come down to the lair.” He suggested.

“I was helping April get ready for her date with Casey, you have no idea how difficult it is to get that woman to pick out an outfit.” Y/N rolled her eyes and laughed afterwards.

Raph shot her a fond look and thought to himself how lucky he was to have someone on Valentines this year.

He found himself leaning in.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?” Y/N turned away from the screen to find his lips on hers. She melted into him, wrapping her arms around his neck once again and falling backwards until the couch cushions hit her back.

Sighing into his lips, she let his tongue dart out to taste her before she let him in. Y/N let out an embarrassed moan. “Sorry.” She mumbled, a crimson blush blooming across her cheeks and spreading to her ears. Raph found himself smiling at her adorableness. “Don’t be.” He leaned back down again, trying not to squash her, being oh so delicate.

“Thanks for coming over.” She gasped into his mouth.

“No problem.” He groaned back, that was, before they heard April’s keys jingle in the lock.

“Shit!” Y/N whisper shouted to herself. “Just pretend we were watching the show.” Her eyes widened almost comically as she resumed to cuddle into Raph, wiping his saliva off of her mouth hurriedly.

Casey let out a bark of laughter as he and April stumbled into the apartment.

“Sounds like you two had fun.” Raph let out awkwardly as the pair watched the other slightly more drunk pair.

“Oh, we did.” Casey snarked, April hit his chest playfully.

“Please don’t be spending the night, you two are way too drunk to be fooling around.” Y/N chastised.

Pissed off that they had ruined the only action she had gotten in like...ever.

•🌨

This is two months after their New Years kiss/first kiss (ever), and so it is also two months into their relationship. Y/N visits Raph during the cold winter months of New York (early March) and brings a whole load of blankets and quilts with her since she knows how the cold effects her terrapin boyfriend. She ends up dragging them all into his room and on top of the bed until she’s made a mutant-turtle sized cocoon of blankets.

After wrapping themselves in blankets and settling herself into his side, Raph looks down at her fondly, noting her increased heartbeat against his plastron.

“There’s nothing I love more than the warm feeling in my chest or cuddling up to the person that puts it there”

Raph freezes for a minute, seeing as y/N, like him, struggles to talk about their emotions sometimes. He’s not only shocked but astounded at the words that just came out of her pretty mouth.

Except what came next shocked him even more

“God, I love ya.”

This time it was Y/N’s turn to freeze, seeing as she didn’t directly tell Raphael that she loved him but went for the more indirect route. She slowly turned so she was looking up at him, her chin perched on his chest.

A smile spread across her face as she read the nervous look written on the red masked turtle’s expression.

“I love you too Raphie.”

Raphael felt tears build up in his eyes as he finally heard the words he thought he’d never get to hear. Especially from her of all people. What happened after that was obvious.

He kissed her as if she was his oxygen, and without her, he couldn’t breathe.

[zombryz]

A Drummers hands (Part 2)

~ Machine Gun Kelly as Tommy Lee Imagine ~

Just a heads up! Read before continuing:

I’m just writing and going with the flow, I’m not sure how many parts this will be so buckle up and enjoy the ride!

**There is cursing, smut, abuse, and multiple partners  **

Tags for my favs: @colsons-crue​ @stevenandsam​ @inthebackofmycarlaytheirbodies​ @lain-ee 

You woke up to yelling, you rubbed your eyes as you yawned yourself awake. “FUCK YOU AND FUCK YOUR MOTHER!” you hear Roxie yell. You stand up quick realizing something is wrong. As you walk down the corridor you hear Tommy yelling back now, “Get the fuck out!” and all of a sudden there was silence. You stop in your tracks unsure if you want to open the curtain to whatever shit show was going down in the front of the bus. Peeking your head out from behind the curtain you see Roxie bent over with blood in her mouth, she looked pissed. Tommy starts walking towards you and you close the curtain and jump back into your bed. He passes you with anger filled footsteps. You slowly turn off the bed and follow him to the bathroom “Hey Tommy, it’s (Y/N)... everything okay?” you say in the sweetest voice you can. You hear sniffling before the door opens. You look up to Tommy and lock eyes with him, it's so sad seeing his ocean eyes filled with tears. “Yeah I’m fine, Roxie is a cunt... I didn’t mean to hit her..” he looks down at his hand as its shaking uncontrollably, “Hey, hey, hey, it's ok... Shhh.” you grab his hand to try and stop the shaking, you look in the mirror behind him and notice that there is blood coming from his left shoulder blade. “Tommy, you’re bleeding,” you answer still with the gentlest voice possible. “Oh yeah, you can thank THAT BITCH!” He yells towards the front of the bus in hopes that she can hear him. You slowly push him into the bathroom and close the door behind you. You sit Tommy down on the toilet and tell him to take his shirt off. “uhh, ok,” Tommy responds with puppy dog eyes but in a matter of seconds he's tugging his shirt off. It's funny, he's so tall that even when he's sitting on the toilet his eyes are almost parallel to yours. You grab the hydrogen peroxide out from under the sink along with a bandage. “This might sting a little,” you say with the cap to the hydrogen peroxide bottle in your mouth before blotting the soaked cotton ball on his wound. “Ouch, damn.” he hisses. You cover up his cut and he turns around towards you to say thank you with tears still fresh in his eyes. “We haven't stopped the bus yet which means she's still on. Can I lay in your bunk until she gets off this fucking bus?” he tried responding in a smile. “Yeah drummer boy, I gotcha.” you giggle before twirling and walking out of the bathroom back to the front of the bus. Tommy whispers “fuck” under his breath but you didn't hear it.

You and the band arrive in a small town where their next gig was going to be. You haven't spoken to Tommy since the whole bathroom incident and you didn’t really mind, you and the band would play small pranks on each other like hiding the toothpaste and hanging the boys' underwear out the window. Tommy always got a kick out of your humor but operation Nikki was still in effect, at this point it was just fun being around all of the boys. Tom would get upset with you occasionally because this was his job and you kept fucking around. The band was sitting in the front of the bus when Tom tried to tell you to calm down. “Okay dad, whatever.” he rolled his eyes at you, you guessed that playing that baby powder to the face prank on him was a bad idea, oh well. “Wait, you call Tom dad?” Nikki turned to you with an intrigued look in his face, this was the first time he really acknowledged you so you took what you could get. “Yeah, but I could call you daddy,” you responded with a wink. Nikki got up and walked over to you, your legs were laid out across the couch seats and you were chewing bubble gum. He picked up your legs to sit down and put your legs back over his lap. “Hmmm, what else do you want to call me doll face?” he replied in an almost seductive manner. “Okay, okay stop” Tommy shouted in an irritated fashion. “What?” Nikki responded, this almost struck up a very awkward conversation for Tommy because he didn't know how to reply before the bus came to a sudden stop. The boys got up one by one before walking out of the bus, it appeared to be a hotel in the middle of nowhere. Looks like this was going to be your home for the night. You and Tommy were the last ones to get off the bus, “Do you really have a thing for Sixx, (Y/N)?” Tommy says with jealousy in his eyes. You didn’t really know why the drummer was approaching you, he still seemed fucked up over Roxie and he would flirt with girls every night after a concert. If there was really something there it would’ve happened already seeing as your both single. “What’s it to ya, Lee,” you reply with a pop of a bubble between your lips. The drummer fell back his last words before getting off the bus were, “Whatever, man.”

Nikki walked over to you and put his arm around your shoulder before whispering in your ear, “I’m going to sneak into your hotel room tonight,” he bit your ear and it sent shivers down your spine. You reached up and licked his neck in response, “Okay babe, I’ll be waiting.” Nikki winked at Tommy who was walking behind the two of you, he was pretty upset seeing Nikki being flirty with you. Nikki had a type and it wasn't you, you were just going to be another fuck to Nikki. Tommy was a hopeless romantic and he was starting to fall for you and he couldn't stop himself.

You went up to your hotel room, Tom came to apologize for being so mean to you earlier. You hugged him and told him you loved him. The two of you agreed to get breakfast in the morning as a makeup date for not being able to spend time with him for the past few weeks. You showered and lotioned your body. You were ready for Nikki to come upstairs, you hear a knock on your door and go to answer. You opened the hotel door to a tall lanky figure with shaggy dark hair, definitely not who you were expecting. “Tommy, what are you doing?” you walked back into your hotel room leaving the door open as an open invitation for him to come in. “Listen, (Y/N) I love Nikki but you don't want him.” You can’t believe how upset he is. “Tommy, I-” you start to say before he cuts you off as he's pacing around your hotel room. “No, he was talking about fucking you all night and I couldn’t take it. I don’t want you to be someone's sex toy.”  You were sitting on your bed in a towel and he was so heated he didn’t even notice. You stood up and placed your hand on his shoulder to stop him in his tracks, “Tommy, I don’t care about being his sex toy. I just want to have sex, it doesn't matter to me if he never talks to me again. I don't want to be in a relationship. You don’t have to worry about me okay?” he doesn’t say anything for a minute, he looks hurt. Tommy was a hopeless romantic and you didn’t like seeing him hurt. You figured you’d comfort him in the only way you knew how so you let your towel drop to the floor. Tommy looked you up and down before moving forward and cupping your face into a kiss. It was longing and sweet, it felt loving, nothing like anything you’ve felt before. Tommy was so tall you had to stand on your tippy toes to kiss him, he must’ve known that it was a struggle for you because he picked you up and you ended up wrapping your legs around his torso. You were kissing him on his neck and his face, anywhere that you could plant a kiss you did. You bit his lip as he walked you over to the bed and placed you down. You saw those blue-green ocean eyes you loved so much. You hated that you actually did want to be in a relationship with Tommy. It felt like this could be a forever thing. He reciprocated kisses and made his way down your neck and you let soft moans escape your lips. You suddenly jolted at the sudden knock at the door causing you to bump heads with Tommy. It was Nikki, it had to be. Tommy stood up fast and you sat up on the bed looking for your towel. You were so heated you just wanted Tommy to come back to bed. For some reason Tommy walked over to the door, you could still see his bulge inside his tight leather pants, it was honestly already bigger than any other boy you’d been with. “It’s Nikki,” Tommy states peeking through the peephole, “and he has-” You mind wandered, he has what? “He has flowers..” Tommy’s voice broke. Flowers? Why did Nikki bring you flowers if you were just going to be his “fuck” for the night? “You have to let him in (Y/N), I’ve never seen him so giddy,” Tommy said looking down at his feet. “UHH, just a second you yelled through the door. You were face to face standing with Tommy at the door now, he looked so sad and all you wanted to do was kiss him and tell him everything was ok. Now that you had tasted his lips you craved more. “What are you going to do?” you asked before Tommy shrugged not knowing himself, “I’ll sneak out while he's in the bathroom or something!” “Okay,” you agreed shoving Tommy in the closet. You grabbed one of Tom’s oversized band T-shirts and threw it on over your body to greet Nikki at the door.

You opened the hotel door yet again and met Nikki who seemed so eager to be in the room with you. “Hey Nik,” you started grabbing the flowers he handed you. “Hey Dollface,” he kissed your forehead before walking into the room. You’ve never seen Nikki like this, it was almost like he was love struck and you didn’t know why. Nikki sat on your bed before turning the TV on. “Hey Nik, can you come kill a spider that was in the bathroom with me earlier?” you called from inside the bathroom giving Tommy his cue to leave. Nikki walks into the bathroom and looks for the spider. Tommy sneaks out and walks back to his hotel room in distress, he didn’t want to leave you. You looked so beautiful and he wanted nothing more than to spend the night with you but he also didn’t want to hurt his best friend. He closed his eyes and hoped to god that you wouldn’t fuck him.

Nikki was down on his knees looking for the spider under the sink, you were sitting on top of it. You almost forgot that you weren’t wearing any underwear until Nikki reminded you, “Oh wow,” he said looking between your legs as he stood up from the floor. “Is that for me?” he asked you didn’t really know what to do so you responded with “mhm” as you bit your lip. You couldn’t stop thinking about what just happened between you and Tommy. What would happen tomorrow? What do you do right now with Nikki? These thoughts were racing through your head. You stopped thinking when you surprisingly felt the bass player’s face go between your legs. Wow. His tongue felt good, you spread your legs letting him do his thing. You grabbed the mirror behind you and moaned in response. He stood up and started kissing you while you still sat on the counter, you didn’t want it to stop. All you wanted was to feel good. Nikki ran his hand up your thigh and under your oversized t-shirt, he stuck his fingers inside you and started sucking on your neck. You kissed him back hard but thought about Tommy. You finally realized you had a splitting headache. Nikki stopped and asked if you were ok. “No.” you replied and Nikki brushed your hair out of your face. “You’re so beautiful, (Y/N). For you, I’d be willing to wait” He sounded sincere. Nikki carried you to bed and invited himself into bed with you. He fell asleep within minutes while you laid awake. You had blue balled two Motley Crue boys in one night. You didn’t want to believe it but you somehow got yourself into a love triangle. “Fuck,” you whisper under your breath.

[detective-sonshine]

“Is this the end? After everything we’ve been through?” with mr sonny carisi?

A/N- Omg… I cried so hard when I wrote this… all I want to do is crawl into a hole and drink away my sorrows now wow… anyways I hope you enjoy? Does one even enjoy this stuff? Ugh

Warnings- Well… if you love sonny you will probably cry. 

It was 6:45 as you walked into La Rose, Time Square’sfanciest restaurant, in a new, skin-tight little black dress and velvet maroonstilettos. Normally, you would wear jeans and a cute blouse out to dinner, buttonight was different. Tonight, was you and your boyfriend, Sonny’s, four-yearanniversary. You were so excited. The two of you hadn’t seen each other muchlately. He lived in a small apartment two blocks away from his job, while youlived half an hour away. It was hard to make time for each other after he wouldget off. His work as an SVU detective really took a toll on your relationship. However,your love for each other was strong. Sonny had promised you that tonight wouldbe the best night of your life. You couldn’t wait to see him.

“Hi, I have a reservation,” you say to the host.

“Name?”

“Carisi.”

The host smiled. “Right this way, Mrs. Carisi.” Your heart fluttered,and butterflies erupted in your stomach. You weren’t Mrs. Carisi but you wantedto be. You and Sonny always talked about your lives together, but he worked toomuch. Someday, you think.

You were sat on the side of the restaurant, right next to thewindow. The view was breathtaking. You had been in New York for almost ten years,but you had never stopped to look at Times Square at night. It was beautiful.

“What can I get you started to drink, ma’am?” the waiterstartled you.

“Um… I will have a glass of your house Rosé, and he willhave a Johnnie Walker Blue, neat.” You say, gesturing to the empty seat acrossfrom you. He nodded, walking towards the bar.

You took a deep breath, looking towards the door. You wereearly, so you weren’t too worried when you didn’t see your boyfriend. When yourbeverage arrived, you sipped lightly, trying to pace yourself.

15 minutes had passed, and you still weren’t too worriedyet. Sonny was usually a little late when the two of you would go out. And, he knewhow important tonight was, as he was the one who made all the plans for thisevening. He had promised you numerous times that he would make it.

By the time your glass was empty, it was already 7:30. You lookedaround again, first for Sonny, then for your waiter. You were getting nervous. Youhadn’t seen Sonny in a week and you hoped he would like your outfit. You neededanother drink. When you couldn’t find your waiter, you picked up the smallglass containing Sonny’s whiskey, and brought it to your lips, downing it. The liquidburned your throat as it trickled down into your stomach.

By 8:30, you had ordered a bottle of your Rosé and had a shotof patron. But at this point, you weren’t nervous, you were worried. You hadmade several calls to Sonny so far with no answer. You scrolled through thecontacts before making a call to Olivia Benson.

“Benson,” She answered. You could here small noise in thebackground.

“Hey Liv, its Y/N. I was just wondering if you could possiblyput Sonny on the phone?” you ask shyly. She had always intimidated you greatly.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, but Sonny isn’t here. He left today atnoon.”

“Oh…” you say dumbfounded. “Th-thank you.” You hand up thephone and look out the window. The worry had left your body. Now in its placewas anger. He hadn’t contacted you all day and now you find out he’s been offwork for several hours now.

Your waiter came up to you. “Ma’am are you sure I can’t getyou any food while you wait on your guest?”

You looked down at the time. It was now 9 pm. You shook yourhead.

“I’m sorry to have wasted your time. Can I get the check?”he nodded, walking away.

You were pissed. When he came back with the check and a winebag, you tipped him well. You put on your coat and walked out of the restaurantto grab a cab. The alcohol that was stirring around in your veins made youexceptionally angry at your boyfriend. He had promised you he would show up. Oncein a cab, you gave the driver the address to Sonny’s apartment. You dialed hisnumber once more. When you got his voicemail once again, you decided to leave amessage.

“Dominick, you better be lying on the side of a ditch rightnow,” you say through your teeth. The driver looked back at you through hisrearview mirror with a shocking look.

When you arrived at his apartment, you stumbled out of thevehicle. Taking your keys out of your purse, you opened the main door and walkedthrough the hallway. Once you reached his door, a wave of fear brushed throughyour body. What if he’s cheating on me?

You put your key in and turned the lock. The door opened,and you walked in, nervously. The only thing allowing you to proceed was theliquid courage running through your body. You opened his bedroom door and sawhim passed out on the floor with several bottles of beer surrounding him.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” you yell down at him. You droppedto your knees and began to shake him.

“Sonny wake the fuck up,” you exclaim sternly. He groans andopens his eyes. When they meet yours, they go wide.

“Shit, doll. What time is it?”

“Quarter till 10.”

He grabs his phone from beside him and sees all the missedcalls he has.

“Doll, I am so sorry.”

“Save it, Dom. I am so sick of your excuses. I was at therestaurant for more than two hours only to find out that you’ve been off tillnoon. You’ve had more than enough time to get off your ass and be on time. But no.You decided to sit here and get shitfaced while your girlfriend is halfway acrosstown, worried about where you may be. I’m done,” you threw your hands in the air.

“Doll don’t say that. I—”

“Look at you!” you interrupted. You gestured to his body. Hishair was matted against his head and he was still wearing his work clothes, thoughnow they were severely wrinkled.

“This is absolutely ridiculous! You always say how you wishwe could spend more time together and yet instead of actually spending timewith me, you do this. Tonight was supposed to be a celebration of us but youblew it. You promised me Sonny,” you attempt to say through the tears that arenow spilling out of your eyes.

“I know, doll. I just got nervous, so I thought I’d have abeer to calm my nerves and—”

“Well I sure hope you can stay calm when I out this door.” Hiseyes sadden, and he follows you through his apartment.

You try to wipe the tears out of your face and reach thedoor, but Sonny beats you to it, blocking you from leaving.

“Don’t do this, Y/N.”

“What else am I supposed to do, Sonny. You’ve left me with nochoice!” By this time, you were sobbing and so was he. “I can’t keep going throughthis cycle with you. We are going nowhere. You never have enough time for meand its not working out. You know its not. I can’t just put my life on hold foryou, not anymore.”

“So, what now? Is this the end? After everything we’ve beenthrough?” His previously blue eyes were now a light shade of grey. They werered and puffy, you were sure yours were as well. A part of you wanted nothingmore than to hold him close to you and say you were sorry. People makemistakes. You could understand drinking to calm your nerves as that was what youwere doing tonight too. But before you could talk yourself out of it, you stoodup on your tippy toes and planted a soft kiss on his cheek. You lingered therefor a few seconds, shaking. You pulled away and couldn’t bring yourself to lookback at him as you walked out the door.

3rd personPOV - Sonny

 He dropped to his knees, shaking and sobbing, as the love ofhis life walked through the door. He didn’t have the strength to chase afterher. She was right. He never puts her first. He works too much. He was a fuckup.

He continued to sob as he sat down on the floor. He pulledthe light blue box out of his back pocket and opened it, staring at the ring hehad bought for her today after work. Looking at what could’ve been, he threw itacross the room, utterly and completely disappointed in himself. If only he hadstopped drinking after that one beer, if only he had spent more time with her,if only he had given her all his love… if only.

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↳ Pairing: Sungjin X Reader ft. Rest of Day6  ⇾ Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff  ⇾ Summary: After Sungjin comes home after months of touring you put so much effort into planning the perfect day for his welcome, but he seems to keep ignoring you and you’ve had enough. That’s until everyone falls asleep, and he decides to deal with your bratty mood... ⇾ Warnings: fingering with other members present (LiTTlE oNEs), dirty talk, horny Sungjin ⌦ 1.9K WORDS

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“Fuck! I can’t find a place to park, the one day I need one parking space there isn’t one!” You yelled as you continued to drive past parked cars, waiting for someone’s back lights to turn on and tell you they were leaving. Of course, finally one person did and it felt like they were taking forever. Their car was a piece of shit and you didn’t have time to waste, pressing down on your steering wheel to get them to hurry.

You saw the drive put their hand out the window and give you the finger as they drove off to the exit, you rolled your eyes and pulled into the parking spot. Glancing at the time on your phone 12:37pm, you can make it. You got out of your car with your bag and keys, locking it as you began running towards the escalators. You kept running past different place entries, trying to push past people.

You needed to get to gate fourteen, finally the number in sight as you ran towards it but everyone was out. Your smile to see your boyfriend faded, he wasn’t there. Hands were placed over your eyes and you gasped loud enough for the person to hear.

“Miss me?” Your anxiety calmed down allowing you to smile and turn around, his hands falling to your waist as you got on your tippy toes to give him a kiss.

“Way too much.” You said smiling, Sungjin had been touring these last few months with the guys just around Japan though. You missed him like hell still, the bed was definitely colder with him gone. After snaking his fingers through yours he began walking towards the exit. You were confused though, giving him weird look.

“My flight actually was earlier than I thought so I got here at 10:30 not 12:40.” He said with a cheeky smile as he walked towards the exit while you stood there trying to calm yourself down once again, that means he was in this airport for two hours and didn’t even send a text? When did he find out that his flight was earlier? This morning? Did they put him on an earlier flight? Too many stupid questions.

You both got in the car, Sungjin immediately pulls out his phone and starts talking to Jae. You had to admit you were a bit hurt that he didn’t want to talk to you, it’s not like he just spent half a year on tour with Jae and hasn’t seen you at all. You had a great day planned, you were going to throw a surprise party tonight for his welcome home with the guys and your family and his family there. 

You weren’t going to let it bother you though, there was nothing he could do that could bring your mood down in any way today. 

“So do you want to go get some lunch?” You asked as you entered the familiar area you live in. 

“I actually wanted to go home so I can unpack.”

“No!” You slammed your foot on the breaks in the middle of the street, Sungjin giving you a weird look as if you were crazy. 

“I am really hungry Sunny! Can we please go get ice cream?” You asked, hoping your eagerness to keep him out of the house didn’t spark any suspicion. 

“Ice cream does sound good right now.” You smiled and continued your route to the ice cream shop, hoping you’ll be able to stall him enough times to day for everyone to set everything up at the apartment. 

You had been trying to stall him all day, saying you needed to go to the bathroom and trying to find a place where you didn’t have ti buy something to use it. Using the excuse you were hungry or thirsty, a lot. You could tell Sungjin was exhausted and clearly tired and he had every right to be. 

You felt bad that you had been dragging him around all day but right now he just wanted to relax. 

Sis [4:37PM] All set for the party! U can head over now :) 

Crap! The party, Sungjin looked like he was about to drop and you had this party all planned out and now he’s probably going to be annoyed with you. Sungjin had been on his phone this entire time as well so you both hadn’t really spoken to each other much today. 

“Hey babe, why don’t we head home? You look exhausted.” You said sweetly as he nodded and you both walked back to the car, still as you drove home he sat on his phone as you tried to talk to him. Something was up, you didn’t know what it was. Could he be…No that’s stupid. He’s loyal and kind to you, he could just be reading a news article.

When you pulled up you saw all the lights were out, just as planned. You grabbed Sungjin’s bag, taking it inside for him. As soon as he stepped inside the lights turned on and everyone jumped out yelling ‘SURPRISE.’ And you couldn’t deny that he really did look surprised. 

“Thank you! Did you plan this?” You nodded and gave your boyfriend a small smile. Walking off he began hugging his family, you didn’t want to sound like a child but his attention had been everywhere else except you all today. 

“Glad the boyfriend is home?” Your friend teased as she handed you a glass with champagne in it. You nodded and placed the glass to your lips, you tilted your head back and let it all go down your throat. 

“Okay, slow down. You’re not in college anymore.” She chuckled playfully as you took her glass and downed that one too. 

“Y/n, your family is here. What is going on?” She asked through gritted teeth, glancing towards where your family currently was. Luckily they were immersed in a conversation with Sungjin’s family. 

“Sungjin has been ignoring me all day and I’m starting to worry because he was on his phone a lot and I think he’s been texting a girl. I mean it’s harmless and I’m not crazy, am I? Am I crazy?” You asked gripping her shoulders and shaking her lightly. 

“Dude...chill! I don’t think Sungjin would do that to you, that boy has asked you to marry him twice already. I don’t think he’d throw away his life with you for some dumb girl. So calm down, go talk to him and slow down on the drinks.” You nodded and hugged her before walking around to try and find him. 

Finally seeing him in the kitchen talking to Wonpil and Young K, all of them laughing about something. You walked up behind him, wrapping your arms around your waist and making a failed attempt at putting your head on his shoulder. 

“Oh hey.” And back to his conversation, you had to admit you were still pissed about the lack of attention so maybe you need to gain it? You began rubbing soft circles on his stomach, knowing he sensitive there. You could feel him shiver in your arms before moving your hands away from there and away from his body in general. 

You almost did a double take, sighing you moved away from him and began pouring yourself another glass of wine. Gulping it down and pouring another. And another. And another. And another. Until the bottle was empty and you were sitting down waiting for it to kick in more. Your parents said goodbye and so did Sungjin’s. 

It was only 9:03pm at this point but it might be best if they don’t see you in the state you have gone into. You stood up when you saw Sungjin come into view, he was still chatting away to his band mates. His band mates he just spent months on tour with. You stumbled your way towards him, knocking over some glasses of wine and water causing a small commotion. 

“I’m O-to the-K! Sungjin-ah! Come here!” You said as you stumbled towards him and stumbled into his awaiting arms. 

“Y/n how much have you had to drin--” His voice disappeared when you began to shush him and place your finger to his lips. 

“I need to tell you a secret, I want to marry you but can’t because your fans would go cray cray.” You said, no control over your words or anything at this point. Just giggles and mumbled words. 

It was now 11:28pm and everyone had gone home except for the members, all the lights were off and the TV was the only thing providing any light in the room now. You were watching some kind of drama that you can’t remember the name off, Sungjin was laying on the couch with you on top of him. 

The other members sprawled out on the other couch or the floor, everyone basically asleep now. Seeing everyone so peaceful had you getting sleepy in seconds, but Sungjin wasn’t having it. Placing his fingers underneath your chin to stop you from falling asleep. 

“Nuh uh love, not yet. I’m finally giving you what you want and you’re gonna fall asleep? I don’t think so. You caused quite the commotion earlier.” His fingers drew circles on your thighs softly. Slowly his hand began to move to your inner thighs, you automatically opening your legs a bit more for him. 

Wait, he has ignored you all day. And the guys may be asleep but they are still in the room and could wake up any second. 

“Don’t worry, if you’re quiet they won’t even twitch.” He whispered, dipping his hand beneath your shorts and underwear, teasing you by running his fingers directly over your clit for only a split second. 

“S-Sungjin.” You breathed, bucking your hips towards his hand. You needed to feel him, knuckles deep inside you badly. You whined, trying not to wake the others but it was so hard with him teasing you like this. As if answering your prayers though he finally slipped one finger into you, not all the way though but enough for you to feel it. 

You could almost feel him smirking against your skin, when he pushed his finger back in another joined, this time them going all the way in and curling up to brush against your g-spot. You wriggled a bit in his lap, you needed him to start moving faster because you were getting impatient. 

His fingers started to pick up the face, your nails dug into his thigh which was constricted by his jeans. Your eyes fell shut as you tried to chase your high. 

“Do you like it when i play with you while the others are just a few meters away? You must love it since you’re so wet.” He growled in your ear, edging you closer to your orgasm. Your toes curled and your fingers dug deeper when your orgasm came crashing down on you. You bit down on your lip, almost drawing blood as your cry was muffled by your closed lips. 

You were panting and his fingers had stopped moving, pulling them out and slipping them into his mouth to clean up. You sighed, rolling your eyes at his clear smirk lit up by the screen of the TV. 

“Really? You couldn’t wait til we at least left?” You heard Jae muffle into his pillow, so maybe not everyone was asleep. Your cheeks were red and you knew they would never let this go. 

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Did you at least win?|| Steve Harrington

Request: HI okay so i have a steve harrington imagine request. so basically steve is dating me and we’ve been dating for a while and he thinks i’m cheating on him with billy and billy keeps making snarky comments and they fight and then i get mad at him because i would never cheat and steve comes back to my house begging for my forgiveness and i help him clean up and then it’s all happy at the end. yay

THIS IS SHORT IM SORRY BUT YAY THANKS FOR BEING MY FIRST REQUEST ON THIS ACCOUNT LOVE UU!!! I don’t know why I had a hard time writing this Steve Harrington x reader

Word Count: just under 900 i think

You and Steve had been dating for about a year and a half, the whole school knew you two as the “it” couple. And it was easy loving him and him loving you, it just came naturally. That was until Billy Hargrove was not only fighting for the title “King of Hawkins” he was also fighting for you.

“Hey hot stuff,” He said his breath reeking of cigarette, placing his hand on your locker door, standing above you so you couldn’t open it. “What the hell do you want Hargrove?” it didn’t take long for you to get pissed off at him especially not now. You and Steve had gotten into it this morning in the parking lot at school.

“I don’t like you spending that much time with him” Steve through his hands up defensively, causing you to scoff in return “Oh yeah because I definitely said “Mrs.Williams please partner me up with Billy”” you rolled your eyes “I just don’t want anything happening, you’ll be just like Tina fucking in love with him” “What the hell Steve, so now I’m a cheater?” “That’s not what I said but if the shoe fits” he shrugged “Oh fuck off,” you said getting out of his car and slamming the door.

“I saw you and your boy arguing earlier, you need a real man,” he said leaning in toward your ear pressing his body on to yours “Get the hell off of my Hargrove” “I like it when you act like you don’t want it” he replied with a smile and hard smack to you ass which caused you to yelp. You stood still slightly shocked at what had just happened. “Hey! Hargrove!” You heard Steve voice from the other side of the hall “Paws off my fucking girlfriend” “Or what?” “Or this” Steve was directly in front of Billy now, his fist coming into direct contact with his jaw causing him to fall back into the lockers and you to jump out of the way. 
You made your way quickly down the hallway hearing the two boys shout things back and forth, thankful for the fact that it was finally spring and it was warm and sunny for your walk home.

After cutting class you found yourself heartbroken on the living room couch, soap operas playing softly in the background as you twirled a piece of hair between your fingers. There was a soft knock on the door causing you to squint at the clock “4:30” you made your way to the door opening it to reveal a slightly bloody Steve. Your mouth hung open, shocked, angry, and hurt. 
“If you think I look bad you should see the other guy” You scoffed and tried to shut the door but he stopped it with his foot. “(Y/N) wait”  he pushed the door to the side and stepped into the living room. The light from the window hitting his face showing how bad some of his scratches were, you didn’t say anything just simply grabbed his hand and lead him to the bathroom. Making him sit down on the toilet as you stood on your tippy toes to grab the first aid kit. Opening it and soaking a cotton ball in alcohol, looking at his face and applying it to one of his cuts causing him to hiss in pain. “Good I hope it hurts,” you said “(Y/N)” he started but you cut him off by dabbing another one of hit cuts roughly “I’m sorry” “Good.” you kept it short, grabbing Neosporin and putting it over hit deeper cuts before covering them with a band-aid “I hope you are, making me feel like shit about myself ya know?” He sighed softly “I know” “It’s always this, I’m not fucking Nancy Wheeler. I’m not going to hurt you” you said throwing the wrappers in the trash can more aggressively than needed. Unable to stop the tears from falling “I love you and it hurts to know that I clearly don't do enough to show it for you to trust me” He was standing his arms opening just to close around you, “Baby no, it’s not that. I trust you (Y/N) one hundred percent” he sighed placing a light kiss on the top of your head “I don't trust Billy” he held you a little bit tighter “he already stole everything else from me, I don’t want him stealing you too” “I don't want Billy, Steve, I want you,” you said looking up at him, even with bruises and cuts he was still the most handsome man you’d ever laid eyes on. “Good” he replied leaning down and closing the space between you, pressing his split lips softly against yours. You both pulled away after a few seconds, you looked up at him mumbling “did you at least win” causing him to chuckle.

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F R E E Z E

“Outta the way, bitch!” Damon pushed Timmy into the pile of snow the plow had created earlier. Timmy fell backwards into the snow and tried to push himself upright. He felt and looked much like a turtle stranded on its shell. He was unable to get his feet on the ground for the needed leverage which left him stuck flailing his arms wildly. All the other kids at the bus stop laughed at Timmy and when they no longer found enjoyment from his struggle they turned inwards at each other and made inappropriate jokes to keep entertained.

Timmy wiggled around in the hole, pushing himself deeper into the snow pile until he was able to put one foot on the ground, then the other. When he stood up the kids stopped talking and looked over at him, eager to see what would happen next. Timmy made no move at retaliation. He knew if he did it would end ten time worse for him. Damon walked over to where Timmy stood.

“Aw, look, the little bitch made it out of the hole!” He laughed and the rest of the kids joined him.

“Put him back in the hole!” Some kid yelled above the laughter.

“Yeah! Put him back!” A chorus of agreeing voices rang out. Damon took a step closer to Timmy which hushed everyone quickly. Timmy stared at his shoes and didn’t dare look Damon in the face.

“You want to go back in the hole?” Damon asked.

“N-no.” Timmy answered.

“N-no.” Damon mocked. “How about we do it like this?” Damon walked over to the hole Timmy had just removed himself from and unzipped his jeans. He freed his prepubescent cock and pissed into the Timmy shaped hole. The other kids watched him with awe. Damon shook his penis twice to remove any residual drops and tucked himself back into his pants. He walked over to Timmy and grabbed him by his hair. “You seem a little cold, Timmy. Let’s warm you up.” Damon threw Timmy backwards and he fell into the hole once more. Immediately the urine soaked into Timmy’s pants and underwear.

“Ew!” A girl yelled from the crowd. “Piss puddle!” She laughed and pretty soon after the rest of the kids laughed with her. Damon felt pride swell in his chest. He loved being the center of attention, though he did feel bad for Timmy. Timmy hadn’t really done anything to Damon. He was just the easiest target and Damon took advantage of that. A chant had broken out among the kids at the bus stop about Timmy sitting in a puddle, “P-I-S-S-I-N-G” which was quite unimaginative on their end and Timmy did not find it to be amusing. As he pulled himself out of the hole for the second time that morning, the bus pulled around the corner.  It slowly came to a stop in front of the children and everyone piled on making sure to cut in front of Timmy so he was the last one on the bus.

Most of students on the bus were also in Timmy’s homeroom. The kids all rushed past Timmy to get into the classroom and when he finally made it himself, he noticed one of the girls from his bus talking to Ms. Sain. Timmy found his way to this seat and sat down. His pants and underwear were still soaked from the snow and piss but he didn’t have any other options. The girl who had been talking to Ms. Sain walked towards her seat, giving Timmy a smirk as she passed.

“Timmy?” Ms. Sain called to him. He looked up. “Can you come here for a second?” Timmy got out of his chair. He left a wet mark on his seat and walked up to Ms. Sain. She talked to him in a low whisper. “I heard you had an accident this morning at the bus stop?” She asked him. He nodded his head. Finally Damon would get in trouble for the bull shit he’d been putting Timmy through. “It can be quite embarrassing to-” She cleared her throat, “To, um, not make it to the bathroom on time.” Timmy was confused. Did she think he peed himself? “But it’s okay, accidents happen. Why don’t you go see the nurse and ask if she has some clean clothes for you to borrow?” Ms. Sain smiled sweetly at him.

“I-I didn’t pee myself.” Timmy finally stammered.

“It’s nothing to be ashamed about, Timmy, it happens all the time.” Ms. Sain told him. “Go see the nurse and when you’re all cleaned up you can come back.” Her attention had already moved from Timmy down to her attendance sheet. Timmy hung his head and walked to the nurse’s office, dragging his feet the whole time.

The nurse gave Timmy new underwear and pants to put on. He slipped out of his urine soaked jeans and pulled on the dark grey sweatpants. Everyone would know that something happened now that he had change his pants but he imagined the rumor had already gotten around that he peed his pants. Timmy was exhausted from Damon’s antics. He didn’t know how much longer he could put up with it. Every time he tried to talk to his parents they were too busy fighting with one another to listen to anything he said. The teachers also didn’t listen because one of Damon’s goons got there first and spun the story in a different way. Timmy was running out of options. He knew he was going to have to take matters into his own hands he just didn’t know what that meant yet.

The whole day people laughed at Timmy as he walked through the hallways. He tried to make his locker trips as brief as he could to limit the amount of people who saw him. He ran into Damon at one point after lunch and he cursed whatever God had been in charge of that encounter.

“Hey Timmy.” Damon said in an overly friendly tone. “Cool pants.” He snickered. Timmy kept his head down and walked away as fast as he could. Damon didn’t like that. He ran to catch up with Timmy and grabbed his shoulder, spinning him around to face him. “I said cool pants.”

“Thanks.” Timmy said under his breath. Damon smirked.

“Where’d you get them?” Damon asked. Kids had stopped to watch the interaction. Timmy remained silent. “Where. Did. You. Get. Them?” Damon punctuated each word.

“Th-the nurse.” Timmy replied. His head hung low and eyes began to water.

“The nurse!?” Damon exclaimed. “She dresses you now? What is she your mommy?” He mocked. The tears in Timmy’s eyes spilled over and fell to the floor. “Are you crying?” Damon laughed. “Do you need your mommy?”

Timmy sprinted away from Damon and headed for the front doors of the school. He didn’t care if he got in trouble for skipping the rest of the day. He refused to go back inside. It’s not like his parents would care if he got in trouble anyway. It took Timmy about two hours to walk home from school. Neither of his parents were home and he relished the silence of his house. He walked up the stairs to his room and closed the door behind him. He leaned his back against the closed door and slowly slid down to the floor. Timmy released his tears.

After Timmy had let go of everything he had inside him, he started thinking about his plan of revenge against Damon. He knew it’d have to be big, or he would never leave Timmy alone. As he contemplated his options he heard his parents start to fight downstairs. They had come home when Timmy was still crying and neither of them checked on him. It was as if Timmy didn’t exist in their lives anymore.

“I could just fucking KILL you.” He heard his mom scream at his dad.

“Oh yeah? Could you?” His dad yelled back. Timmy heard a glass shatter and the screams continued. He tried to tune it out as best as he could but the screaming went well into the night. Timmy got into bed and covered his head with his pillow and prayed it would be over soon.

The next morning Timmy woke up to his mom shaking him gently.

“Timmy? Sweetie?” She looked down at him. The first thing Timmy noticed was her black eye. The second thing Timmy noticed was the snow falling outside the window.

“Hm?” He asked as he pulled himself out of his slumber.

“School’s canceled today but your father and I still have work. Are you going to be okay to be home alone all day?” She asked him. Why was she even asking? Timmy thought. He was home alone almost every day.

“S’okay.” He answered and closed his eyes again. Timmy wasn’t awake long enough to hear his mother tell him she loved him and she was sorry for everything. She left his room and headed to work followed closely by her husband. Timmy slept for another couple hours and when he woke up again the snow was still falling. He got out of bed and walked over to the window. There were already a few inches that had accumulated on the ground. The sky was gray and didn’t look like it was going to stop snowing any time soon. Timmy decided today would be a perfect day to build his first snowman of the season.

Timmy dressed himself in his snow clothes and went outside. Timmy made snowmen every year. It was one of his favorite things to do in the winter. He even had a special scarf and top hat that his mom had bought him years ago to decorate his creations. Timmy began his process by making a small ball of snow in his hand. He dropped it in the snow on the ground and started to pack more snow on top of the small ball. He continued until a ball about the size of Timmy’s arm span was created. He rounded it out with his gloved hands, ensuring a smooth base. He repeated his method and stopped when the next layer was just slightly smaller than the first one. Timmy added it to the base and rounded out this one as well. He started working on the head and when Timmy got it to a size he was happy with he put it on top of the other two. Timmy sculpted each section of the snowman to be exactly how he wanted it to be. Satisfied with the snowman, he took a couple steps back and admired his work. The snowman stood slightly taller than Timmy did so he’d have to get on his tippy toes to put the top hat on its head.

Timmy looked at his snowman for a minute or two longer. He went back inside to get the finishing touches. He grabbed the scarf and top hat, he had a bag of coal he used for the buttons and the face and a carrot for its nose. He would have to cut two branches off a tree for its arms so he grabbed a kitchen knife and carried everything outside. Timmy balanced all of the things in his arms while he slowly closed his front door. He successfully closed the door and brought his items over to the snowman.

Damon jumped out just as Timmy reached the snowman. Timmy screamed and dropped everything in his hands. His heart pounded from the sudden shock.

“Got cha!” Damon yelled. “You should have seen your face.” He laughed. “What are you doing, little bitch?”

“I’m making a snowman.” Timmy answered. He looked at Damon directly this time, knowing he needed to finally stand up for himself.

“You’re making a snowman, huh?” Damon repeated. “Hey, it looks pretty good!”

Timmy’s eyebrows rose at the compliment. “Thank you.”

“Sure would be a shame if it fell, huh?” Damon smiled mischievously. Before Timmy could answer Damon kicked the snowman through its middle section and the whole thing collapsed.

Timmy was frozen at first. His brain took a second to process what had happened. When he understood what Damon had done, Timmy narrowed his eyes. The blood rushed to his ears as the anger began to rise inside of him. He was sick and tired of Damon bullying him.

The words his mom had spoken last night came forward from the depths of his mind. ‘I could just fucking kill you’ she had said. He heard Damon laughing but it was muffled in his brain, almost like it was underwater. Timmy caught sight of the knife lying in the snow. The sun glinted off of it almost like it had winked at him and said, “Pick me up! He’ll never stop if you don’t kill him!” He picked it up and walked over to where Damon was bent over laughing. Without hesitation Timmy thrusted the knife into Damon’s neck. Damon’s laughter stopped promptly. It was replaced by a half cough half choking sound. Timmy pulled the knife out of Damon’s neck. Each time Damon coughed, blood squirted out of the hole. Timmy thought it looked like that one time when his mom and him were outside on a hot summer day and his mom grabbed their hose and covered half of the opening and sprayed him with the cold water. He watched as Damon clutched at the wound in his neck getting his hands covered with his own warm and sticky blood.

Damon struggled with his neck for another minute or two before he passed out from the blood loss. The blood still pumped from his neck but at a slower rate now that he wasn’t coughing. Timmy dropped the knife on the ground and picked up some snow to wash his hands of the warm blood. He looked at his snowman mournfully. Well, why waste the rest of the day? He thought to himself. Timmy walked over to the base of the snowman and broke it apart. He wanted to start from scratch.  Timmy started to form another ball of snow. When he made it as big as he wanted it to be, he carved out a hole in the middle. He made the second part almost as big as the first and carved out a hole in the middle of that one, too. Timmy formed the head last and hallowed out the inside.

He dragged Damon’s now lifeless body over to the base of his new snowman. He picked Damon up and coaxed his legs into the hole he had made. Damon’s body slumped over the edge when Timmy let go. Timmy filled the hole with snow, tightly packing in Damon’s legs. He grabbed the middle part of the snowman and pulled it over Damon’s head and shoulders. Again he packed in snow so Damon stood upright and not slumped over. Finally, Timmy grabbed the head and slipped it over Damon’s like a helmet. He grabbed the scarf and top hat from where he had dropped it earlier. Timmy dug the coal and the carrot out of the snow and carried them over to his new snowman. He decorated his snowman while he hummed Christmas carols. He picked up the bloody knife once more. He walked over to the tree line and cut down two branches of equal size. Timmy stuck them into the middle section of the snowman. Timmy took a couple steps back and smiled. This was the best and biggest snowman Timmy had ever made. After admiring his work he decided to go inside and make a cup of hot cocoa. Timmy opened his front door and walked inside as the snowman slowly turned red.

Colleen Burke

10.4.2019

[dreamin-of-somewhere-else]

You’re Officially On a Time Out, Kiddo

Request: How about when Sam and Deans sister gets turned into a toddler, and she does something that a toddler would do to get in trouble and pit in time out. I think that would be funny — sushisector

Characters: Sam and Dean Winchester x toddler!sister!reader

Words: 2000

A/N: Hopefully it turned out somewhat like you imagined :)

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Last night something happened. Something really weird — even for you Winchesters.

Dean had thought that he, Sam and you had the situation under control. Yes, she was a witch, and they could be tricky. But, she was just one, and you were three. It should have been a quick hunt, and then you would go back home and watch a movie or something. Dean even thought that he could make a quick run to the bar, if he was lucky. Though, those plans went out the window, when the witch first knocked down Dean himself, sent Sam flying towards the wall, and then, when you pounced on her, hit you with a spell. And here comes the weird part — Dean and Sam then watch you shrink. Bright light, bam, and then you were sitting on the floor, in a pile of your own clothing. And you weren’t more than three years old. A toddler.

Dean — after he had brought himself back to the situation after spending a few moments in pure astonishment — managed to crawl over to his gun, while the witch focused on Sam, and put a bullet in her head.

Both he and Sam had breathed out in relief, but you did not share the same reaction — you started sobbing as the witch fell to the floor.

Dean instantly hurried over, his older brother instincts driving him to act as if he was on autopilot.

”(Y/N)?”

Round, youthful eyes looked up at him. Chubby, rosy cheeks covered in glistening trails of tears. Arms wrapping around Dean’s leg and face hiding into his pant leg. The t-shirt you wore clung onto your narrow shoulders and looked much more like a dress than a shirt.

From the other end of the room, Sam’s voice rung out. ”Holy crap.”

So, here you were. It was close to five in the morning, and you were as awake as an owl. You had been sleeping since you, Dean and Sam arrived back at the motel room, and were now full of energy. Your brothers weren’t. They had been staying up all night, researching. Well, Sam did most of the work, Dean was a bit too distracted and ended up just watching over his younger siblings, especially the one that was three feet tall.

You climbed off the bed you had been sleeping in, almost falling, while Dean jumped off the chair he was sitting in, his heart fluttering in fear. But you made it down without any mishaps and waddled over to the table where your brothers were, and Dean was left muttering curse words under his breath over how scared he got and how he should have kept a closer eye on you.

”What’s you doing?” You asked, with your curious, childish voice. Your eyes, framed with long lashes, wandered from Dean to Sam.

”Oh, we’re just researching. Boring stuff.” Dean responded, having recovered somewhat from the previous scare.

”Can I help?” You queried as you shuffled closer to Sam.

You came to stop by his side, and stood up on your tippy toes, trying to get a better view of your older brother’s laptop, but it didn’t help much, you still couldn’t see well over the table top.

Once Sam noted this, he reached down and picked you up, placing you in his lap.

”There’s not a lot to see really.” Sam responded, as he held his arms wrapped around your waist.

You took in his words, and then decided that he was right and you turned your attention elsewhere — Sam himself.

”Why is your hair so long Sammy?” You asked as you reached up to his locks and ran your little fingers through them.

Sam let out a sound of discomfort as you accidentally tugged a bit to hard at one piece.

”Why don’t you cut it?” You continued, eyebrows knitted over your wondering eyes.

Dean chuckled. ”I’ve been asking myself the same thing for years, (Y/N).”

He then stood up from his chair across the table, and walked over to Sam, much like you had done minutes before. Then he lifted you from Sam’s embrace, after detangling you from the middle Winchester’s hair. Sam sent him a grateful look, but couldn’t help but to laugh a little. He liked seeing you so energetic, in such a good mood.

”Come on.” Dean murmured as he carried you towards the bed once again. ”Let’s watch some TV.”

You squirmed in his arms as he sat down on the bed with the remote in hand, breaking free. ”Don’t wanna.”

Then you started jumping in the bed.

”Dean…” Sam uttered, warning Dean, a hint of worry in your voice. He wanted Dean to stop you.

Dean was already on his way, gently grabbing one of your forearms, trying to lead you back to him. ”Don’t jump in the bed. Come and sit down.”

”Why?”

You really asked a lot of questions this age, didn’t you?

”’Cause you might hurt yourself.” Dean patiently responded, and was actually impressed by how calm he managed to be. He was still exhausted though, his eyelids heavy and his mind a bit sluggish, not to mention the constant yawning.

He wrapped an arm around your small shoulders, as he sat you down next to him on the bed, resting against the headboard of the bed. But you didn’t want to sit still. You resorted to repeatedly poking his cheek.

”Deeeaaaan…” You whined, as you squirmed in his arms once again. ”Can we pwease do something? ’M bored.”

”Sorry, kiddo, but I’m too tired. Big brother gotta rest.” Dean responded, as he glanced down at you next to him.

Your round eyes reverted into puppy mode — something you had picked up from Sam, dammit Sam — and you looked so cute. Dangerously adorable. Long lashes, a cute little nose, glimpse in your eyes. You still had the worst of bedheads from sleeping, and Dean reached up to try and smooth down your hair, but it didn’t work one bit. You were so tiny, and yet so energetic. You just couldn’t sit still.

”I wanna go out, Deanie.” You began pulling on Dean’s shirt as you glanced between the your eldest brother and the door to the much longed for outdoors.

Dean sighed, and caught Sam looking as he tried to suppress a laugh. Dean glared in return. ”Don’t you dare.”

Dean detached your fist from his t-shirt before it got stretched out. ”Later, (Y/N), okay?”

You pouted and sat back down on your bottom. Then you peered at Sam with your awake gaze, and saw another opportunity. Sam noticed this even before you began begging.

”Sorry, (Y/N), I have to do this.” He looked at you with gentle hazel eyes and flashed an apologetic smile. Then he got an idea, grabbed a pen and paper from the table, got up from the chair and handed them to you. ”Do you want to draw a little instead?”

You contemplated it for a moment, but then grasped the paper with your tiny, chubby fingers, climbed down on the floor with Dean’s help and began creating all kinds of colorful figures on the blank sheet.

An hour passed until Sam finally closed his laptop. He couldn’t find anything indicating on something else than what they had hoped for from the moment you were de-aged; that the spell would wear off if the witch or warlock that casted it was dead. And with that, Sam decided to at least take a break and go shower.

So, he stood up, stretched out his arms and back, and then glanced over at his siblings. One was watching the TV as if he was in a trance, looking like a zombie. A tired zombie. Then Sam checked on the one that was 3 year old. You were still fiddling with the paper, but looked about as bored as you earlier had said you were.

The situation seemed to be fairly calm, so Sam saw grabbed a fresh pair of clothes that weren’t dirty from some hunt, and went into the bathroom.

Soon, Sam walked out of the bathroom again; clean, dressed in new clothes, and absentmindedly drying his curls with a towel. But the sight he was greeted with quickly brought him back.

Dean had drifted into sleep, and meanwhile you were making a run for it. Reaching up, and surprisingly quickly getting the door open, you took off. You just wanted to go outside, go on an adventure. You didn’t know why your brothers didn’t like that, you didn’t understand what was wrong with it.

Sam’s heart fluttered in fear as he threw the towel away. Unknowing to him, it landed perfectly on Dean’s face and he woke up with a snort. Sam was already out the door though.

Thankfully you weren’t fast. Your short legs in comparison to Sam’s very long, resulted in him catching you quite quickly. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he lifted you up into his embrace and clutched you tightly against his chest as his heart hammered against his ribcage, his pulse high.

Sam had expected you to squirm like you did the other times, but you just let out a little whine, and then you were too distracted with the surroundings. Even though Sam still was scared, he loved seeing the way you were so fascinated. Every little detail interested you, from the birds chirping in the trees to the flowers planted by the motel. Sam could tell that you just wanted to play outside.

You looked up at him and Sam met your eyes. They were so bright, gleaming just like the sun that had started to peek up over the tree tops. And they were full of excitement. You were lucky you were so cute. Sam couldn’t be too angry with you.

”Sam! (Y/N)!” Dean’s worried shouts gained the attention of you both.

Sam turned around, and began walking towards the motel, where he saw Dean standing in the open doorway. Sam then also realized that he was too relieved to be too pissed at Dean for falling asleep either.

It only took a moment until both of you were inside with Dean, the door closed and locked.

”You, (Y/N) Winchester, are taking a time out.” Dean then declared, putting on his best stern, parental voice, trying to ignore the pout on your face. ”Now, you’re going to sit with me, and think about what you’ve done.”

You continued to pout from where you sat in Sam’s arms, placed on his hip. With those soulful damn puppy eyes that once again made Dean make a mental note to scold Sam about later. It was his fault.

”Stop that, I’m trying to be disappointed at you.”

You only giggled, seeing right through your brother. Then when Dean sent you another stern look, you nuzzled your face into Sam’s neck. Sam rubbed a hand over your back.

”You really scared us, (Y/N).” Dean then stated in a gentler voice, wanting you to know that. ”Come here.”

He reached out and took you from Sam. You instantly wrapped your thin arms around his neck. ”I’m sowwy Deanie. I’m not gonna do that again, pwomise.”

”That’s good, (Y/N). I forgive you.”

Then, he sat down with you in his lap on the bed. It didn’t take long before both of you were asleep sprawled on the bed, side to side, Dean with a protective arms wrapped around your small form. Sam smiled at the sight.

Later, the next day when you were back into your right size and everything was back to normal, Sam was curious.

”Hey, (Y/N), do you remember anything at all?” He asked as he watched you with curious eyes from across the table. You were currently having lunch at some diner.

You let out an embarrassed laugh and gently scratched the back of your neck, a nervous habit of yours, as you felt your cheeks getting just a little bit heated.

”Uh, well, it’s a bit blurry.” You paused. ”But I remember most of it. Sorry, for being such a piece of work.”

Dean snorted, and Sam grinned.

”It’s okay.”  

I don’t know if this is something a toddler would do, but I couldn’t come up with something better. At least it’s something I know I did once so, yeah, haha.