a bit too chilly for this !

Got inspired by this… and I apologize for all the fluff omg the fluff…


Yuri is making himself a cup of coffee in the morning, wearing one of Otabek’s shirt, too short on him now but also a bit too big around the shoulders. It’s falling a bit, exposing his collarbones and leaving a silver of his stomach bare. He is wearing thick grey sweatpants too because winter is at its peak and despite the heating it’s still a bit chilly in his appartment.

He is thinking about last night, knowing that there is some bruises and bite marks covering his pale skin, he is lost in the wonderful memories of Otabek’s mouth against his skin… And suddenly there is a pair of strong arms around his waist and said mouth is pressed against the side of his neck, “Good morning.”

He knows his cheeks are turning pink, they always do whenever Otabek shows the smallest kind of affection. He feels his boyfriend’s smile against his bare shoulder and there his a low chuckle vibrating from Otabek’s chest to Yuri’s own, straight to his heart. And those lips, this smile is pressed against the heated skin of his cheek when Otabek reaches up on his tip toes to kiss him again.

“You hungry?” Otabek asks him, as he leaves him suddenly cold without the wonderful pressure of his body against Yuri’s. He walks towards the fridge and starts making them something to eat, stealing a few glances over his shoulder at Yuri’s, eyes gleaming when he takes in the flush still covering his lover’s cheeks.

*

A few days later, Yuri comes back home and there is a huge bouquet of flowers on the kitchen counter. Flowers of all shades of purple and it’s the prettiest bouquet he’s ever seen. Otabek is smiling at him from the couch where he was lounging, his book left open on his knees.

“What?” Yuri starts but he is speechless, his face turning red because as he forgotten something? Is it there anniversary already?

“You had a few rought days at practice, thought it would cheer you up,” Otabek says as he is walking closer, hair still damp from his shower and smelling like Yuri’s honey shampoo. 

Yuri looks at his feet, a bright smile taking over his features and his face burning up. Otabek puts a few fingers under his chin, silently asking Yuri to look at him. He is frowning a bit, concern filling his deep brown eyes, “Is this alright?” 

Yuri only nods, wrapping his long arms around Otabek’s shoulder and hugging him close, “Yeah, it’s perfect.”

Otabek frees himself from Yuri’s embrace just for a few seconds, just to press a few fingertips against Yuri’s cheeks, then he kisses it. Yuri can feel Otabek’s smile against his skin.

*

They are waiting in line at this nice little coffee shop close from Yuri’s flat and he is looking through his Instagram when he feels Otabek’s arm around his waist, a soft peck left at his temple. Yuri is thinking about getting an undercut but is a bit scared of the big change so, Otabek braided his hair this morning, close enough to his skull that it almost gives the same effect. Yuri loves it.

Otabek reaches up and kisses his handiwork. Yuri can feel him smile as soon as he knows his cheeks start heating up. Otabek leans his head on Yuri’s shoulder as they wait, fingers reaching up and under Yuri’s shirt leaving a warm, comforting presence against the skin of his waist.

On cue, Yuri’s skin is getting redder and Otabek starts laughing.

Yuri turns his head to look at him with a fond smile “Why do you enjoy making me blush so much?”

Otabek looks up at him, with a smile and a wink “It’s my favorite thing. That I can make the Ice tiger of Russia a bit weak.”

“Shut up!” 

Otabek shrugs, still smiling, “It’s true though, in all the years we’ve known each other, I never saw you blush for anyone else.” And he looks so proud of himself as he says those words, and he says them with a straight face like he is not ashamed of being so sappy and in love. 

“I don’t wanna blush for anyone else, anyway,” Yuri mumbles, looking at his phone instead of Otabek’s eyes because he isn’t brave like his boyfriend is. Yuri doesn’t wear his heart on his sleeve like Otabek does, but he wants to try. For him.

He is rewarded by a quick kiss against the corner of his mouth because they are still in public and the coffee shop if a bit crowded but there is some stars shinning in Otabek’s eyes when he looks up at Yuri and he smiles so bright when he whispers “good” with his lips pressed against Yuri’s cheeks, “that’s all I’m asking for.”

anonymous asked:

Do you have any acd fic recs?

Hoooo boyyyy do I ever. In no particular order:

The Incident In The Room With The Red Curtain, 9k, teen. Friends to lovers. “Holmes investigates the mysterious disappearance of Francis Colleton, a case that requires some of Watson’s specialist knowledge.” Absolutely one of my favorite fics of all time. They are so gentle with each other.

The Adventure of the Doctor’s Heart, 12k, E. Friends to lovers. “Holmes has observed much of Watson’s habits and tastes over time, which is why it surprises him when his friend objects strangely to a folk song sung at the conclusion of a case. Disturbed by the Doctor’s unexpected display of emotion, Holmes becomes determined to lift his spirits by any means necessary, with mixed results.” This was one of the first Doyle-style fics I read. Holmes’ quiet adoration of John is so good.

Grit, 5k, M. Friends to lovers. “Watson, still bruised and damaged from the Afghan War, decides to hide his inversion so Holmes will remain his friend and flatmate. He thinks the trade-off won’t be difficult, but in a moment of weakness he goes to an underground club with an erstwhile lover. What he discovers there is more than he’d bargained for.” Funny and sad and sweet, with a beautiful ending.

A Man Of Great Character And Better Humor, 2k, gen. Established relationship. Retirement. “When a bit of bad news threatens to crush Watson’s spirit, Holmes knows just the solution.” Absolutely the loveliest little sketch of two old men in love.

Five Times Sherlock Holmes Lied, 5k, gen. Friends to lovers. TAB verse. “Something in Wilde’s persecution has touched a nerve in Sherlock – snapped that tenuous thread of hope holding him upright – and it feels as if he has taken to bleeding internally.” This one’s hard, but gorgeous.

The Ill-Tempered Patient, 1k, gen. Pre-slash. “Holmes has a cold and is being disagreeable, but Watson is used to indulging his moods.” A funny glimpse into their affection for each other.

Mon Couer, 1k, teen. Established relationship. “Holmes tries out a new endearment in the midst of pillow talk.” Holmes gets insecure, and Watson comforts him. The two of them trying to figure out how to be sweet with each other–and flustering themselves–is too lovely.

A Taste of Honey, 3k, teen. Pre-slash. Sickfic. “A failure to observe leads to a successful deduction.” Watson becomes deathly ill while Holmes is away, and Holmes is forced to confront how badly he needs him.

The Incident With The Bicycle, 2k, gen. Established relationship. “We know Holmes can ride a bicycle, but when exactly did he learn?” A bit of a wobble in the early days of their love. I adore Watson’s kindness in this.

Wintry Morning, Victoria Station, 1k, teen. Established relationship. “Watson had come to see me off at the station, that chilly morning in November when a quiet yet momentous shift took place in that strange thing that existed between us.” Watson and Holmes find words for something deeper than anyone around them could imagine.

The Tempest, 3k, teen. Friends to lovers. “Now that Holmes had come back from the dead, things could return to how they were before.” Aftermath of Reichenbach–Watson is so brave.

As Yes To If, 3k, gen. Friends to lovers. Granada. “Leave for your own sake if you must, but on no account shall you leave for mine. I can imagine no sadder outcome of the insight you have gained tonight.” Watson lets slip more of his heart than he realizes, after they nearly lose their lives.

Winter In London, 45k, NR. Friends to lovers. CW: rape. “The last stages of a case go dangerously wrong. Afterwards, Watson tries to live with the memory of a terrible bargain in secrecy.” This is heartbreaking, and deep, and beautiful. Be careful of the content; but if you can manage it, it’s worth it.

I May Be Speaking To Closed Doors, 2k, teen. Established relationship. “Watson makes a Valentine, and then isn’t sure what to do with it.” Poor Watson, a romantic in a relationship with the world’s most unromantic man–so it seems.

Invasion, 2k, gen. Established relationship. Watson can’t bear mice. Holmes thinks it’s rather silly, but humors him, until he understands. This starts off a bit cracky and then ends so sweetly.

Tea From Terai, 700w, gen. Established relationship. “Sherlock Holmes gets a letter from Terai, and remembers that he does know someone in Terai. Or, knew.” Watson learns a little something about his love’s past.

What Is Right, And What Is Easy, 600w, NR. Established relationship. “There’s a reason that Article 28 (which criminalized homosexuality) was called the Blackmailer’s Charter.” This cuts deep for how brief it is.

The Red Notebook, 10k, teen. Post-Reichenbach. I hesitated to include this because it’s a bit too much heartbreak for me–I can’t believe that they would ever willingly give each other up, after love. But this story’s Mycroft is so good, his relationship with Watson so bittersweet, I had to. And it ends joyously, as it must.

Masked Ball, 30k, teen. Friends to lovers. “Six months after Holmes’ return from the dead, the delicate equilibrium in Baker Street is disturbed when a stranger walks out of the London fog with a case–for Watson. Holmes is wary, Watson is fascinated. But who is the man calling himself Álvaro de León? And what does he really want?” I love, love, love this story. I love Alvaro, I love the way Holmes deduces Watson’s bisexuality, I love the mystery and the sweep and the humor of it. It’s wonderful.

Text Omitted, 1k, teen. Established relationship. CW: child abuse. “Watson learns something disconcerting about Holmes’ past.” This makes me cry, and smile: the courage with which they love each other.

The Bee Grove, 14k, teen. Friends to lovers. CW: suicide. “Watson travels to Kent to attend the funeral of an estranged friend from his past who committed suicide. Certain things transpire to make Watson wonder if his inappropriate love for Holmes could possibly be requited.” Beautiful.

Idée Fixe, 1k, teen. Friends to lovers. Granada. “He does not know what to begin with it. It is too grave a thing to be treated as a mere distraction, too tenacious to be dissolved in tobacco smoke. What does one begin with an idée fixe? With a mind bent towards one single thing.” This is almost infuriating in its restraint, but fascinating, too.

The Thieves’ Den, 6k, teen. “The discovery of a large cache of stolen goods ends badly.” Words cannot express how I love this fic–particularly the meddling Mycroft, and the protectiveness of both of them, in spite of each other.

Since I First Saw Your Face, 70k, M. Developing relationship. “During the Great Hiatus, Holmes, studying in Tibet, reflects on his first meeting with Dr John Watson.” The only WIP I’ll rec, or read, because the wealth of historical detail and depth of their intimacy is such that I’d be immensely thankful to have read this even if it never ended. The author can be found on tumblr at @artemisastarte.

When You Know Something’s Wrong, 1k, M. Established relationship. Sickfic. “Holmes gets it wrong.” This is just 1k of lovely Watson gently forcing his medical attention on a truculent Holmes.

Pilgrims Of A Sort, 12k, teen. Friends to lovers to retirement. Absolute classic. “A pair of young travelers turn up at the Sussex cottage of an aging Holmes and Watson, searching for proof that love like theirs can last a lifetime. Watson tells them the story of himself and Holmes–which also happens to be the story of Mary Morstan, and her own unconventional love affair.” Featuring a fantastic old married Holmes and Watson and TWO pairs of happy lesbians.

A Matter of Integrity, 3k, gen. Established relationship. “It is a curious thing when a celebrity whom you’ve never truly met is widely considered your most prominent suitor. Irene Norton sets out in search of some answers, and discovers that sometimes the truth is a delicate matter.” Irene is wonderful, Holmes is careful, and this is good.

Cameo, 8k, teen. Friends to lovers. “Holmes and Watson become embroiled in a case Scotland Yard refuses to acknowledge. A soulmate AU.” One wouldn’t think a magical AU in Victorian times could be very delicately done, or mesmerizing. One would be wrong.

Chimera, 800w, gen. Pre-slash. Post-Reichenbach. “My dear Watson, It is with reluctance that I begin this letter to you, for there can be no doubt regarding its fate. It will follow into oblivion all the other letters I have written to you over the past two years, the only difference between them their means of demise.” Poor Holmes.

Something To Retire To, 9k, teen. Friends to partners. Asexual Holmes, miscommunication, jealousy. “Watson contemplates the future while he and Holmes investigate the three Garridebs.” This fic will break your heart into a hundred pieces and put it together again.

Hallowed Be Thy Name, 40k, E. Established relationship. “A word must be said upon the subject of witticisms first, within the context of the manuscripts which have begun littering our rooms.  My friend the Doctor’s sense of humour exists in direct correlation to his state of physical well-being, and the more active a man he becomes–a felicity for which I am grateful as much to his ferocious tenacity as to any higher power–the more wry grow the invariably poetical descriptors applied to my person.” Holmes’ past, Watson’s love, and an epic poem of a story. This fic changed me.


Of course, look up each author’s full body of work if you want more. Mistyzeo is on tumblr at @mistyzeo and posts recs frequently. I write Doyle-style here. @granada-brett-crumbs has another magnificently expansive canon fic rec here. @knightfury1895 and @jeremyholmes post canon-style ficlets on tumblr. Basically, there’s a wealth of wonderful fic out there!

anonymous asked:

I love your writing! Can you write a harry imagine where he wakes up one morning feeling really sick and not well at all but he doesn't want to disappoint his fans and cancel a show just from sickness so he carries about his day not telling you he's feeling ill but you can tell something is off and harry is being really weird and clingy and looks sick.. eventually he feels so bad that he has to tell you? Thanks!

Not Just Allergies

You had your suspicions the night before. He had collapsed onto the couch with a warm cup of tea after he’d gotten home, and had remained mostly quiet as you cooked dinner and went about your daily activities. You’d even caught him dozing off on the couch a few times, only to be startled awake and claim he was only resting his eyes when you came into the room.

Later that night, you curled up with him on the couch to watch the episodes of your favorite show you’d missed throughout your busy weeks. He rested his head on your shoulder, letting you hold him. It was when he fell asleep, only twenty minutes into the first episode, that you thought something might be wrong.

You sighed and quickly paused the episode, pressing the home button on your phone and seeing that it was barely past 8 o'clock. Harry usually wasn’t one to go to bed this early, especially not when he knew he’d be spending the night cuddling with you on the couch and stealing kisses from your lips every time you fast-forwarded through commercials.

You rubbed his arm, trying to wake him up slowly so you could make sure he was feeling alright and find some kind of medicine if he wasn’t. He groggily opened his eyes, looking up at you with exhaustion clear on his face.

“Is everything okay?” You asked quietly, as Harry squinted at the soft light of the lamp in the room. He yawned, tipping his head back and stretching his achy limbs.

“M’ fine. I think I’m going to head up to bed, though.”

Your eyebrows narrowed, rubbing his back as he slowly escaped from your grasp and began to sit up.

“Are you sure you’re feeling okay? It’s still early.” You pried; the sun had barely set and the dishes from dinner were freshly sitting in the sink. On a normal day, it would be at least a few more hours until you started thinking about going to sleep. He nodded convincingly, standing up off the couch and adjusting the sweatpants on his waist.

“Just tired, that’s all. I’ve been busy.” He assured you, leaning down to kiss your temple gently.

“Finish the episode, don’t worry about coming up with me. Love you.”

You heard his footsteps fade as he made his way up the stairs, and you were left to flip through a few channels on the television until you could find something to entertain yourself with. It wasn’t long before you ended up watching some reruns, and it had barely been over an hour when you found yourself too bored to pay attention any longer. So you slowly trudged upstairs, and peeked into the bedroom before heading to the bathroom to get ready for bed.

Harry was practically hidden under the sheets, in a different way than usual. It was common for him to get tangled in the blankets while he tossed and turned throughout the night, but this time Harry had piled up layers of warm fleece on top of his body until he was practically unrecognizable beneath them. You frowned as you walked quietly into the bedroom, slipping into some pajamas and and curling up on your side of the bed, careful not to get too close in case your suspicions were correct and he was getting sick.

The next morning, you woke up to the sounds of drawers being opened and shut clumsily and you weren’t surprised to see Harry fumbling around as he tried to get ready for whatever he had on his schedule that day.

“Good morning.” You yawned, craning your neck upwards to watch him slip a shirt over his freshly showered body.

As he turned towards you, you sat up straighter to get a better look at his face. There were dark bags under his eyes, despite the fact that he’d gotten more than enough sleep, and his skin looked ghostly white. His body moved with a certain slowness, it looked like he was contemplating every step as if his body couldn’t hold him up.

He mumbled a quiet ‘good morning’ in return, rubbing his eyes miserably as he fought off the urge to fall back into the mattress and go back to sleep. You slowly got off the bed, and walked to where he was gathering a few things from the chair where he’d slung a few shirts the night before.

“Hey, mister, I think you’re sick. You’d better stay in and rest today.” You advised.

He flinched away when you reached to press your palm against his forehead, not wanting you to feel the warmth that indicated his temperature. He didn’t know for sure if he was running a fever, but based on the way he felt, he wouldn’t be surprised if it was much higher than normal.

“I’m okay. I feel fine.” He protested, making an effort to stand up straighter and appear like he wasn’t about to double over from his pounding headache and sore limbs. You raised your eyebrows, not believing for a second that he was actually okay. But you left him alone for a few seconds, while you shut the bathroom door behind you to brush your teeth.

When you came back out, Harry had slipped a sweater on over his t-shirt and pulled the sleeves down so they covered his hands.

“Baby, it’s warm outside.”

It was obvious at this point that you were concerned. Meanwhile, he was trying to convince himself that he was alright so he could convince you too.

“I’m just a bit chilly, that’s all. The water was cold in the shower this morning.”

You didn’t believe him for a second, but you knew how stubborn he could be, especially when he had something to get done. You followed him down the stairs and watched him pour himself a cup of black coffee, gulping it down and wincing when the hot liquid burned against his sore throat.

“Harry.”

“I’m fine.”

He gave you an unconvincing smile and patted your shoulder as he walked past you to grab his bag by the door.

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay home? I’ll get some blankets on the couch and we can watch a movie. I can start some tea right now too if you-”

He cut you off when he stepped forward, placing both hands on your shoulders and forcing you to look up at his face looming over you. You could see that he just wasn’t himself; he looked completely exhausted and like he could fall apart at any second.

“I’m okay. I feel fine. I’m probably just having some kind of allergy thing, now that it’s spring. Please, baby, don’t give me that look.” He raised his eyebrows when you pouted at him. If there was any way of getting him to stay home, that was your last option.

He pulled away when you flicked your hand up and tried to reach for his forehead again; his reflexes were too quick. It was silly, really, because if there was nothing wrong with him, he’d have no problem with you pressing your hand against his forehead to judge his temperature. You knew he was hiding something, and he knew that you weren’t gullible enough to believe him when he said he was fine.

“Promise me you’ll come home if you feel too sick. I’ll come pick you up if I need to.” You gave in, rubbing his arm as you looked up at him in concern. He nodded, a small smile on his face as he took a step towards the door.

“I promise.”

You quickly hugged him goodbye, and he opted to press his lips against your cheek instead of kissing you. If there was any last confirmation you needed that he was sick, that was it. He would always give you a real kiss goodbye, which usually turned into a short make out session, before he left for the day.

As you busied yourself with things around the house, you couldn’t keep your mind from wandering to the way Harry was acting. You were starting to doubt yourself, thinking that maybe Harry really was just having a flare up of his allergies and there wasn’t anything to worry about. If that was the case, you felt bad for pressing the issue if there was never one to begin with. You’d hate to give him a hard time, but at least that way he knew you cared.

The hours ticked by slowly, and it felt like days had passed by the time you heard Harry’s keys twisting in the lock. Needless to say, you’d spent all day worrying if he was alright.

You tried to give him some space, and continued drying some dishes while you waited for him to kick off his boots and take off his jacket. However, you felt his arms wrap around you from behind sooner than you expected, and you turned around to see his sweatshirt still covering his body and his shoes still on his feet. His nose was red, his eyes looked puffy with exhaustion, and his face was even more pale than it had been that morning.

“Baby…” You cupped his cheek and he leaned into your warmth, closing his eyes in comfort and sniffling softly. You wanted so badly to say ‘I told you so’, but you knew that wasn’t what he needed to hear. He already knew you’d been right.

This time, he didn’t flinch away when you pressed your palm to his head and felt it burning under your touch. Instead, he looked you in the eyes, nearly begging for you to make him feel better. You’d heard it a million times that men were babies when they’re sick, and Harry was definitely no different. There were times when he was able to push past it and get on with his day, like he had that morning, but he always needed a warm pair of arms to hold him and take care of him at the end of the day.

“Go get out of those skinny jeans, okay? I’ll start the tea.” You smiled sympathetically and tried to turn around, but Harry wasn’t having it. He grabbed your wrist, holding your hand against his cheek and letting out a soft whine. Although you should’ve found it annoying, it only made you want to wrap him up in a blanket and cuddle him against your chest like the big baby he was.

“Sweetheart, just let me get the tea, okay? Once you get changed I won’t leave your side the rest of the night, I promise.”

He hesitated, but slowly backed away and trudged up the stairs to change. You got busy with the tea, thankful that he was moving slowly so you had enough time to finish before he returned.

You felt him next to you, his body radiating even more heat than usual, and he dropped his head against your shoulder as you poured some tea into a big mug.

“Good?” You asked, cautiously handing him the tea and looking up at him. He nodded slowly, muttering a soft 'thank you’.

“Let’s get you all comfy on the couch, okay? We can put on a movie if you want.”

He clung to your hand as you walked over to the couch, tightening his grip whenever you tried to pull away to do something. You managed to lay some blankets on the couch and fluff the pillows with only one hand, letting him hold onto you. You knew he must be feeling pretty bad if he was that clingy.

“Wanna be the little spoon.” He sniffled, looking at you with the most innocent expression you swore you were going to melt into a giant puddle on the carpet.

You nodded, laying down first and opening your arms, letting him snuggle his back against you. Propping your head up on some pillows so you could see over his broad back, you handed him the remote so he could pick a movie and let your hands rest over his stomach. The couch wasn’t big, and you were somewhat afraid he’d roll off the edge if he wasn’t pressed so close against you. You slung a warm blanket over you both as you felt him shiver and rubbed his arm gently. His body was stuck so tightly against you so you could feel his slightly labored breathing, and felt his chest rise with each sniffle and cough.

You pressed your lips to his head as he reached for your hand under the blanket. It wasn’t hard to tell that he wasn’t paying attention to the movie that was playing, especially when he flipped around in your arms so his face was nuzzled into your shoulder. With a loud sniffle, he sighed and clung to your body tighter.

“I don’t feel good at all.” He moaned.

You pouted and rubbed your hand over the soft fabric of his shirt, and kissed his forehead again.

“I know, baby. Try to get some sleep. I think it would help.” You whispered, pulling the blanket up slightly so his body was covered and warm.

“Don’t go.” He whined, clutching you tighter and coughing into your neck. You winced, picturing the germs splattering onto your skin, but you stayed as still as you could. You weren’t about to deny Harry comfort.

“I wont, I promise. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

He didn’t want to fall asleep, but it was getting hard to fight the urge when he was just so tired and you were so warm and comfy. With your arms around him and his body warm from the tea and blanket, he found it impossible to stay awake any longer.

You couldn’t even complain when his loud snores nearly burst your eardrums, because he was clearly exhausted and all he needed was your warmth and comfort to make things a little better.

Birthday Bows

Originally posted by smiling-calum


Warning: light bondage.

Snow fell soundlessly from the heavy clouds above as you and Harry trekked home from his birthday dinner. He had suggested calling a taxi when you left his friends at the restaurant, mentioning that the two of you may have had a few too many and it was a bit chilly for a midnight stroll. But the second the first flake hit your nose and you took in the way the light from the street lamps reflected off the fresh fallen snow down the path toward home, you insisted on walking.

“It’s like a postcard, Harry,” you said hopefully, pushing him to concede. Your giddy smile and flushed cheeks are what got him to agree even though he knew you’d both be chilled to the bone by the time you got home. But for now you had each other and the alcohol in your bellies to keep warm.

You had both drank more than you planned, especially Harry. But the wine had been flowing and the conversation among friends was rolling; it was the most at ease you had seen Harry in weeks. Prepping for tour always got him a bit stressed, and you only had a few more weeks before he hit the road again, so you weren’t going to put a stop to the drinking and dampen the mood. You just hoped Harry would be up for all you had planned upon the return home; you knew how a wine drunk got him a bit sleepy.

But you were reassured that Harry was less drunk than he seemed as you cut through the park together and you lost your footing a bit on the slick footpath. Before you could tumble sideways into the snowdrifts, Harry’s grip on your hand tightened as he reached to steady you by the waist. He looked down at you, checking to make sure you were all right and as an amused smile broke out across your lips, he busted out laughing.

Laughter echoed through the empty park. You clung to the edges of Harry’s coat, burying your face in his chest as you continued to giggle. His hand caressed the back of your neck as he kissed your temple. “And I thought I had too much to drink, love.”

“Hey!” You swatted his chest playfully, causing him to put his hands up to defend himself. “I’m not drunk, the path is icy.”

“Sure, love.”

“Harry, really!” you giggled. “I’m not drunk.” He eyed you knowingly. It may have been dark, but you knew his eyes were shining as they always did when he was being playful. “Just a bit tipsy.”

“Just a bit tipsy,” he repeated, throwing his arm over your shoulders and continuing the journey home.

“Yes,” you said firmly before adding under your breath, “I needed to boost my confidence for later anyway.”

“Hmm?” Harry glanced down at you with intrigue. You gave him a coy smile and shrugged. He wasn’t satisfied, but he didn’t feel the need to press further. Home was close and he’d get it out of you soon enough.

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Yacht love.

Authors Note: This was requested, “idk if you are taking requests for Harry sorry for bothering you if you aren’t, but could you write an imagine where the boys and Harry your boyfriend of 3 yrs rented a yacht like they always do and you go on it with them and Harry is being clingy (but in a cute cuddly way constantly holding your hand, arms around you, head on your shoulder,kisses,etc) and he barely even interacts with the boys because he is so drawn to being with you and they call him whipped but he doesn’t care bc he loves y/n.” Here is what I came up with, it is not the best, and it was pretty hard to include the boys’ but I tried. I hope you enjoy. Xx

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At first, you were sceptical about the idea of setting off on a yacht with Harry and his old band mates. Their hiatus has been a prolonged hiatus, lasting the last four and a half years, all of them going off and doing their own thing, starting families, starting solo music careers, living the life they all individually want.

It took a lot of convincing for you to agree to the outing, not for any reason but the fact that the boys’ have no reunited all together for anything other than music events as solo artists. They have cheered each other on from the sidelines, but never have they all hung out at once for anything other than music, there is always some sort of issue when a social gathering is brought up.

They decided to rent a yacht like old times, when things weren’t so rough, when they weren’t off doing their own things, they’d rent out a yacht and breathe, they’d have a few drinks, throw around some banter, and laughs. It was more of a ‘Boys’ outing more than anything. But, since Niall declared he was bringing his girlfriend, you gave in and complied.

You relax on the sun deck, soaking in the sun for a sun-kissed tone, Niall’s girlfriend doing the same as the boys’ do only God knows what, probably causing havoc below deck.

You feel the sun fade away, a shadow casting over you as you open your eyes, your boyfriend of three years standing over you, blocking the sun. “You are blocking the sun.” You comment, sitting up and lifting your sunglasses to rest on the top of your head, a habit that Harry managed to rub off on you.

“Mhm, you goin’ to lie here all day?” He raises a brow, smirking as you take the moment to admire his shirtless body, his toned abs, and his tattoo covered skin.

You shrug, a small grin etching on your lips, “maybe, you going to stand in the sun all day?”

“Maybe.” He smiles, leaning down and kissing you sweetly, the two of you being interrupted by a row of cheering. “Damnit,” Harry mumbles against your lips, moving away from you. You glance over and notice the boys joining on the sun deck, beers in their hands, sunglasses on heads.

“Did all of you copy the trend of wearing glasses on your head?” You question, “They are meant to cover your eyes.” You playfully fool around with them as they scatter around on the other sunchairs.

“Yes, Harry is the only one to wear sunglasses on his head.” Niall nods, gesturing to Harry as he continues to stand over you, obstructing the sun from your body.

“Harry, can I have the sun back, please?” You gaze up at him. With a sigh, he nods, sitting down at the end of your sunchair wanting to be close to you.

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Whipped...Boyfriend!!...(PT.3)

I’m sorry it’s taking forever to update, but thank you for being patient and sticking around!

If you haven’t, this follows the Whipped Friends series which you can read here

And then this came to be. You can read part1 and part2 first if you’d like.

Flashbacks*



Every tear that slipped, every muffled cry that got caught in his throat, every heart breaking sigh made Y/N break just a little more. Her Harry’s breaking down right before her eyes and she doesn’t know what to do, what to say, to make him feel better.

It’s never been this bad either. On days when he didn’t feel like himself, whether it was because he was feeling under the weather or just having a bad work day, a bath and a cuddle normally did the trick.

He would get home from a particularly bad day, body slumped and feet practically dragging on the floor. And Y/N would be sat on the couch in one of Harry’s shirts and a pair of boy shorts, feet propped on the coffee table, flipping through channels, the rim of a glass of red wine between her lips. She’d glance his way when a soft ‘hey, love’ escaped his lips, and she’d look at the way his tall frame would walk over to where she was, and knowing what was to come, she’d sit up straight and plant both feet on the white carpet, wine glass sat on the table. He’d offer her a small smile before toeing off his shoes and plopping down at the edge of the couch, giving himself enough room that when he lies down, his head would rest on her lap, eyes meeting hers. Only then would she ask what was wrong, and feeling safe, Harry would tell her about how his day went from bad to worse. She would let his fingers play with hers, his other hand resting on top of his chest, sometimes mindlessly fiddling with his necklace. She’d hear him out and nod accordingly, speaking when necessary while the fingers on her free hand worked to pull at his hair in twists. And Harry would feel better after, he always did. Just having his Y/N listen to him and empathise is all he needed sometimes, Harry just felt like he needed to be heard.

And that’s what she did. No matter the situation, even before they started dating. Y/N always made time for Harry, as did he for her.

She would listen and give him advice. When they were best friends she would gladly take on Harry’s problems, and she would console him the best she could by doing things Harry enjoyed, to get his mind off things until they came up with a solution together.

She still listens, and gives advice, now that they’re dating. She still takes on his problems, and she’ll console him the best she can by still doing things Harry enjoys. They’ll go out for late dinners, Harry still choosing to sit next to her, taking the chance to lay his head on her shoulder, arms crossed as they think up a solution to his problem. They’ll go for walks around town, popping by their favourite little cafe for coffee on a nice chilly day, and stay for a bit to chat to their favourite waitress. She’ll gladly watch rom-coms until the next day, too, and pepper him with kisses when she gets the chance.

But now, she’s not so sure that would even help.

What can she do? Other than let him get it out, let him sulk as she stays kneeled in between his thighs. The room’s fallen into a heart breaking silence, and no matter how many times Y/N’s pleaded with him, begged him to tell her what’s wrong, Harry hasn’t budged, hasn’t muttered a single word other than the phrase ’m'sorry, love. M'so so sorry.’ It’s the only thing he’s said since he wrapped his arms around her, grip tight like if he was scared that if he let go she wouldn’t be there. His sobs rack his body uncontrollably, she can feel the heaving of chest against her own in attempts to gain control, failed attempts to stop crying. She feels his hot breath on her neck every time he whispers those words, and it’s starting to scare her, not knowing exactly what he’s sorry for.

All she knows, all she sees when she finally pulls away from his tight embrace is red bitten lips. His cheeks blotched a dark tint of pink, and damp from the tears that’ve finally stopped. His eyes are red and puffy, eyelashes wet. Nose red from when he’d rubbed at it with the back of his hand to rid it of any snot.

“Need t'take a shower,” is all he says.

He’s not meeting her gaze.

“Harry-” she begins. She needs to know what’s wrong. She needs to know what he’s sorry for.

“G'na take a shower.” His head is pounding, the pulsing on his temples sending him into a daze the second he makes any effort to push himself up off the chair. He can’t remember the last time he cried this much.

But his head hurts, his eyes hurt, his throat hurts…his heart hurts.

And he can’t bear to look at the woman he’s hurt.

Heart heavy, he makes his way to the bathroom, heel of his hand pressing into his eyes.

He strips down, movements too weak that it seems he’s taking longer just to remove his shirt. When his feet hit the cold tiles of the walk in shower and the hot water begins to trickle down his back, he lets himself break down for the second time since he’s stepped foot in the house. He stands under the shower head, hoping the steam that’s building up mixed with the sensation of water washing over his body would relax him in the slightest, but it doesn’t. Of course it doesn’t.

Now, he’s gotta decide. Does he tell her now, or does he wait.

***

“You’d think Netflix would stop asking if we’re still watching after the tenth time of clickin’ yes,” Harry laughs, pressing the button to assure the telly that yes, they’re still wide awake.

They’ve been binging on the US version of The Office ever since Harry mischievously woke her from a nap.

She’d seemed spent when she got to his, instantly letting her body fall on his comfy white sofa. Harry had stepped away for no more than five minutes to fetch a blanket, only to find her asleep when he walked back into the sitting area. He’d taken off her shoes for her, leaving her to rest for about two hours, until he got bored of course. He’d finished the book he was reading, and had even taken some time to jot down ideas on his brown leather journal. When he had nothing else to write, he’d tiptoed back into the room, undoing the bun his hair was in and slipping the hair tie on his wrist. He had admired the way she looked, so serene, lips parted slightly to allow her lungs to fill with air. He thought maybe, if he pressed his lips to hers and she didn’t wake up, he’d finally find out what she tastes like. He’d always wondered. But no, he couldn’t. Not his best friend. Not like that and definitely not if it might ruin things. So he pushed the thought to the back of his mind and instead grinned cheekily, taking a few strands of his hair in between his fingers and bringing the edges of it to the apples of her cheek. He choked back laughs as he tickled at her temples, then just behind her exposed ear, and to the top of her lip. Harry’s eyes smiled at the way her brows knitted, and she’d brought the pads of her fingers to scratch where his hair lingered. It’d taken a good five minutes until she’d finally gotten up in disgruntlement, knuckled at her still tired eyes, and lightly pulled at Harry’s hair only for him to over dramatise the gesture and tumble forward, over the back of the sofa, and on top of her still laying body.

Harry had laughed at Y/N’s incapability to push him up and off her, his body clearly much stronger. And she’d only settled when Harry sat up, wrapped an arm over her shoulder, and pulled her up and into him, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. They’d talked about her day for a bit until Y/N insisted they watch the telly, and Harry couldn’t help but feel like there was something she wasn’t telling him, but he obliged none the less.

So now here they are, arguing over how Jim hasn’t said anything about his crush to Pam.

“What was that??” Y/N’s so involved in the show that Harry thinks she thinks if she screams loud enough at the telly, somehow the characters will be able to hear her.

“Harry, did you see that??” She moves to sit up, taking Harry’s arm with her.

“Paper, love. They do work at a paper company y'know.” She scolds him, stare kept no more than a second before she’s turning back to the telly.

“But why’d he take it? Didn’t he put it there for her to read!” She wasn’t questioning the fact that Pam was meant to see it, rather stated that Jim meant to give it to her for a reason.

“Maybe he changed his mind.” Harry knew what that would set off.

“Ugh-” she grunts, plopping back into his chest with force, but not enough to really bother him any, “why can’t he just tell her! Would save a lot of trouble.”

“S'not as easy as it seems, kitten.”

It never is.

“But-” she chokes out, “why?” Her voice small, hurt.

“Hey,” he whispers, like you would to get the attention of a sad toddler, “hey. Wha’s wrong, kitten?” He feels like there might be more to it than just Jim discouragement to tell Pam he likes her.

The light emitting from the TV allows him to see the single tear that’s making its way down her cheek, and he reaches out to wipe it with his thumb.

She laughs half-heartedly, “nothing, nothing. M'fine.”

But all it takes is that look. All Harry has to do is stare at her long and enough, and right into his arms she goes, sobbing and shaking.

It isn’t long until his white tee is soaked at the shoulder, his best friend clenching by where it’s ripped in a hole.

Harry rubs at her back when he moves her to sit on his lap. He sighs into her hair, eyes closed and chest heavy just at the thought of her hurting. His large hand strokes her hair as he rocks her back and forth. And when she seems calm enough, he detaches himself to look at her face, his hands reaching out, removing the strands of hair sticking to her cheeks, thumbs caressing at the flushed skin.

“Who did this to ye’, pet?” He’s pleading for her to tell him.

But she doesn’t say anything, just nods her head no and wipes harshly at her eyes to dry them.

“C'mon then.” He pats at her thighs once, and Y/N tucks a strand of hair behind her ear as gets up off his lap.

Harry kisses her forehead and whispers “be right back” before clicking the telly off and disappearing into the hallway in the direction of his room.

“Here.” He reappears with his long black coat on, his beige jumper in hand, handing it to her with a small smile. And yes it’s much too big for her, but it smells like Harry. And that’s okay.

She might not want to tell him exactly what she’s got going on, but he’ll be damned if he’s just gonna sit around not doing anything to lift her spirits up.

“Harry,” she whines. She really doesn’t feel like going out, not for the next year at least.

“Please, kitten. Jus’ put m'jumper on.”

She doesn’t question him after that. He hands her her shoes from where he’d placed them, and slips on his own.

They walk down the streets in silence with their hands in their pockets, Harry occasionally glancing to make sure she was okay.

“Know ye’ too well, kitten,” he says, hoping to get her to talk to him.

“M'fine, H.” And again, a weak smile he’d come to know as her 'tell’ in situations like this.

They’re nearing a corner when a body bumps into her.

“Sorry. M'sorry-” the guy starts, “Y/N?”

“Oh, hey man.” Harry greets, nodding his head once as an informal 'hello’.

She tenses up.

“Hey, Harry,” the hello’s rather quick as he turns his attention back to Y/N.

“Y/N, can we talk?” He reaches a hand out, but she steps back from his reach.

Harry notices how she’s looking anywhere but at her boyfriend.

The man glances at Harry once, a flash of irritation in his eyes.

“I need to talk to you,” and this time he grips her arm. All Harry does is stare at where he touches her, eyebrows knitted in…concern. Maybe even anger. And he can’t ignore the fact that his tummy had tighten in…jealousy?

Harry doesn’t need to see more, the situation clearly uncomfortable for her, so he removes the man’s hand, “don’ think she wants to, man.”

He snaps, “doesn’t concern you Harry. She’s my girlfriend.”

“Was.” It’s the first she’s said since they’d left his place.

“No. I just, let me-” he takes another step towards her, and this time Harry wedges himself in between them, one hand finding Y/N’s behind him, the other firm on the guy’s chest to halt any other actions.

He tries to look at her, eyes pleading, but Harry’s body seems to shield all of her from his view.

“I’m sorry okay.”

Y/N turns her head to avoid the man she thought she once knew as he makes his way around Harry and past her, the sob that’d been caught in her chest erupting from her throat.

“Wha’ happened?”

If Harry recalls correctly, he remembers Y/N was completely smitten with that guy. It was as clear as day when she first introduced him, eyes brighter than Harry had ever seen. And Harry was courteous with the bloke. Made conversation when Y/N brought him to gatherings, but they were never really friends, per-se. He couldn’t pinpoint what it was either. Maybe because she’d stopped going to his, making the trip only once in a while and no longer staying at his when he asked. Maybe Harry was jealous because for the year or so they dated; he had to share Y/N with another man.  No, not maybe, definitely, but he’d never admit that.

Y/N wipes at her eye harshly, a tear already threatening to fall.

“Don’t wanna talk about it.” And she’d kept walking along.

***

Harry presses his forehead to the shower wall, tile cool despite the temperature in the room due to the hot water. He remembers that day. It was the first time he’d seen her that broken. It was the first time he realized how fragile she really was.

He also remembers the night she’d revealed to him the reason for the breakup. It was the same night he’d confessed his love for her. They had been talking about everything and anything, and after Harry confessed that she was the reason for the lads’ teasing, she’d shyly mumbled 'y'know. That’s why my last relationship didn’t work out.’

He’d been confused at first, until she’d explained that her ex had become overbearing. He had compiled an endless, and frankly absurd, amount of reasons for why he thought she was cheating. He’d admitted that he was very wary of Harry. He’d insisted and insisted that surely Harry didn’t want just a friendship from Y/N. It’d started with 'a guy knows when another guy is into his girlfriend.’ Which turned into 'I see the way you two look at each other’ until it became everything he could talk about. She’d tried to explain more than once that it wasn’t at all like what he thought. That Harry and her were only friends. But of course that didn’t help. Not when her ex knew them before he’d expressed an interest in her, not when he saw them cuddling at gatherings, or sharing lingering glances.

She told Harry how she tried to make it work, tried to defuse the situation, but when her ex had gone banging on her flat door, drunk and in the mood to fight, is when she’d called it quits. She told Harry how she wasn’t going to stand for it, not after he’d yelled harsh words, accusing her of having an affair and calling her a whore.

Harry remembers it all because it was the same night he’d promised he’d never hurt her in any sort of way. He didn’t want to be the cause of her sadness.

But now here he is, in a position he could never have thought he’d be in.

He exits the bathroom to find his bedroom empty, curtains still closed, rays of light illuminating a picture of the both of them in its respective frame. He walks to the dresser to pull out a pair of briefs and shorts.

Meanwhile Y/N’s been sat quietly on the white, soft sofa. Telly background noise to her thoughts, a foot tucked under her knee and her hands clasped together on her lap.

Her head whips up when she hears footsteps nearing from behind to see Harry, damp hair and all making his way to her.

She says nothing, rather watches meticulously at the way his body moves, a hand running through his hair to push the wet strands slickly back, his nose scrunching for a second and his eyebrows knitting.

“What’re we watching?” He coughs into his fist before taking a seat next to her and giving her a small smile, his hand on her bare thigh.

It feels like she hasn’t heard his voice in a hot minute.

When she doesn’t answer, Harry turns his head to press a kiss to her temple, allowing his lips to linger and his eyes to close as he breathes in her scent.

“I love you, y'know tha’ right?” His thumb rubs her skin, state holding hers.

She’s somewhat relieved to hear that, but it doesn’t settle her worries fully.

She nods anyway.

“Love you, too.”

Mind o’ Mine

Harry X Reader: Angst

Request? No

Author’s note: This is part 3 of “Mess o’ Mine”. Read the first two parts if you haven’t already! Also… idk how I feel about this?? Let me know what you guys think.

Part 1: Mess o’ Mine // Part 2: Mouth o’ Mine


You hadn’t noticed just how close you were to Harry before your little falling out, but now you can feel the fingertips of loneliness clawing at your insides.

Bunch of us are down at the pub if you wanna drop in

You’re relieved when you receive the text, springing up from the couch to get yourself ready. You’ve messaged a lot of friends in the past few weeks and have barely gotten responses. Apparently you’ve neglected to reach out to a lot of them for months. Maybe you’ve been wrapped up with Harry and his new solo career. Whatever the reason, you’re disappointed in yourself.

It’s a half hour later when you’re ready and slipping on a pair of shoes. You lock the door as you leave and tromp down the steps. The pub isn’t too far away, just a fifteen minute walk. It’s a bit chilly out, though, dreary and gray with cloud-cover. Your arms hug your coat close to your frame, head down to protect your face from the air. The pub is in front of you soon and you press through the door.

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Sweet Serendipity

Muse: Min Yoongi x Reader
Genre: Fluff. I promise it’s fluff.
Word: 3.7k
Type: A friends with benefits AU ─In which one of you falls in love with the other and confesses without saying the three little words. + College AU
Note:
I was very conflicted about whether I should end it with fluff or angst but oh well, I hope yall enjoy this.

Parts: I , II & III

+ To say his heart skips a beat would a complete, big, obese lie. You’ve effortlessly gathered the bits and pieces ─ the littlest things between you and him, - he bemusedly quotes - the late night unhealthy snack fest, and getting cheeseburgers and McNuggets and don’t forget the pineapple pizza condemning, all into a single, simple syllable, us,  that seems to make sense of everything and anything. Forget butterfly, the whole damn zoo is stampeding inside his stomach and his heart is a stuttering mess.


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Please- Taehyung Best Friends!AU

Originally posted by pangguk

Genre: Angst

Pairing: TaehyungxReader

Word count: 6k

Summary:  “I’m completly in love with you.” You wanted to say, every time that he asked you to lay down next to him.


“Y/N, are you still awake?” You hear Tae’s slurred voice on the other side of the line. You sit up from the spot that you were previously laid on, on the bed and turn on the lamp, rubbing your eyes.

“I am now. What is it Tae?” You ask. You were peacefully sleeping when you heard your phone ringing. You were ready to kill the person that was calling you at one thirty a.m., perturbing the only good sleep that you had in a while. Until you saw who it was, that is.

“Could you come and pick me up?” He says and you hear the sound of music blasting through his speaker. You rub your forehead and try to focus only on his voice, to try and comprehend what he was saying.

“Where are you?” You question him, getting up from your bed and putting on a pair of jeans, still with the phone tucked between your ear and your shoulder.

“The same place from last night” And from the previous months, you wanted to add. From past months this has become a routine to you, getting up in the middle of the night and picking up Tae from whatever club he was on. By the time you got there he would be already out, drunk and high out of his mind waiting for you, with some lipstick marks all over his face and neck.

The reason why you kept doing this was because you knew you were the only stable thing in his life, you knew that you were the only person that he allowed himself to get this close to. And you just couldn’t let him down.

“Okay, I’ll be there in ten. Be careful” You say putting some pair of sneakers on.

“I always am.” He responds and hangs up.

You get out of your apartment, closing the door behind you, walking down the stair to the front door of your building, towards your car. It was completely dark outside, with the exception of a few sidewalks that were illuminated by the light posts and some houses who still had the lights turned on. It was a bit chilly as well so you rub your hands against your arms in hopes of getting yourself warmed up.

You open the car door and get inside, turning the engine on. The club isn’t very far from where you are staying so you don’t take too long to get there, just as you told him. You could tell him to walk to your place since it is close to where he is, but the last time you told him that, you ended up having to go pick him up anyways, since he almost passed out on the way there from the quantity of alcohol that he had on his body.

“You are a good person Y/N.” He once told you, or even better, slurred to you. You were tucking him in on the sofa of your apartment and he was completely drunk, for a change.

“Why do you say that?” You ask, ruffling his brown hair.

“Because you always put up with my shit” He simply states with his eyes closed “I don’t think I have ever told you this, but thank you, that means a lot to me.”

You couldn’t help but to smile at the broken boy that was laying besides you.

“You are welcome.” You said getting up and walking to your room. You stop midway to admire the state that he was in. Sleeping, and slightly snoring with his mouth open, he looked so different from his usual self, more calm, more at peace. “You mean a lot to me too.”

You pull up near the sidewalk. He was there, alone, leaning his body against the light post with his eyes closed, waiting for you. His white shirt was slightly open on the top, reviling a bit of his tanned chest that was covered in red lipstick stains. Typical.

“Hey” He said, still with his eyes closed, as you got out of the car and walked in his direction “You came”

“Yeah, are you okay? Can you walk to my car by yourself?” You ask and he nods with his head.

He took a step or two, clumsily, before almost falling down on the ground. You sigh, helping him up and putting his arm around your shoulders.

“Your house or my apartment?”

“Jimin is having friends over, besides I don’t want to argue with him about all this anymore” Jimin was Taehyung’s roommate and one of the first friends that he had ever made in college. You have talked to him multiple times, when you brought Taehyung home or when you saw him around your campus, and from the contact that you had had with him, you could see that he was a very cool person to be around.

Jimin shared the same opinion as you did when it came to Taehyung, that he had changed. He was always warning him about his constant drinking and the fact that he always came home high, which Tae absolutely despised and always answered with a shrug of his shoulders. But he was only watching out for him, even though that Taehyung couldn’t see it.

“My apartment it is then” You say and keep walking.

“Do you remember when we were young and my mother used to take us star gazing?” He said and pointed at the sky. “I remembered that you fell one day while you tried to see one up close. It was so funny, you got your face all covered in dirt!”

“You still remember that?” You laughed. It wasn’t easy walking with all his weight on you but with the time it got easier for you.

“How could I forget? It was one of the best days of my life, I had so much fun” He said and smiled, as if he was remembering of it all. “Speaking of that, you should have come with me tonight, it was really amazing.”

“Yeah, I bet it was” You said, getting him inside the car and putting his seatbelt on.

“The music was really loud and the drinks… God, you should have been there, you would have a blast.” He smiled at you “But, you know what” He said turning the radio on and putting the volume in the maximum “Since you couldn’t go to the club tonight, I’m going to bring the club to you”

He suddenly started dancing and you couldn’t help but to laugh at his movements. It was at moments like this, even though that he was highly intoxicated, that you liked being his best friend, since he acknowledged you more than simply a ride home.

It didn’t used to be like this before. You and Taehyung had been friends since you were little kids, running around your mother’s garden and playing hide and seek behind the big old tree that was on your backyard. But as you grew older and his mother passed away that Taehyung had become a completely different person. The both of you still remained best friends, but he grew more distant from you, and the more you tried to pull him back, to keep him altogether, the more you started falling for him.

You ignored that feelings, in hopes that if forgot about them they would go away, but they didn’t.

You pull off into your parking lot as he got out of the car. In fear of him falling down since he could barely keep himself up, you run next to Taehyung to help him.

“Don’t worry about me, I can do it” He said while walking up the stairs.

“The last time you said that you almost broke a leg. Now stop being stubborn and let me help you” You said and help him walk towards your apartment door.

“Hey, Y/N, do you think that fishes are thirsty?” He suddenly asks.

“What?”

“Do you think they are thirsty? Or that koalas have feelings?”

“I don’t know, maybe. I never actually thought about it.” You say as you open your door for him to get in. In a normal conversation, if you could call it that, you would try and engage more in his questions, no matter how stupid they were, but now it was very late at night and you were really tired, so you didn’t feel very chatty yourself.

You leave him standing in the middle on the living room alone when you go to your closet to find him some warm blankets since your apartment isn’t very warm at night time.

“Well I think that-” He starts but quickly gets cut off. Oh no. He just didn’t do what you think he did.

You turn around, only to find a pool of vomit on your carpet and on Taehyung’s shirt. Great, just great.

“Sorry” He says and you groan. He goes to your kitchen and picks up some paper towels to clean the carpet, but only ends up smearing it even more.

“You know what” You say, taking the papers off his hands “Don’t worry about it, I will take it to the dry cleaner tomorrow morning. So, how about I get you cleaned for now?”

You grab his arm and lead him towards your bathroom, sitting him on the edge of your toilet .Your bathroom wasn’t very big, with only a sink, a bathtub and a toilet on it, so you two were standing very close to each other.

“I need you to hum… take off your shirt.” You say. He seems a bit nervous with your statement and you can’t help but to wonder why. He gulps, nervously, and you turn around to one of the cabinets, to take out a towel and wet it with a bit of water.

“Tae, you are getting kind of smelly with the vomit on your shirt. You should hum.. take it off” You repeat, blushing. He starts to unbutton it and you tear your eyes away from him and into the white wall that was right before you. He stops midway and looks at you, taking a deep breath, before continuing to do so.

However, you definitely weren’t expecting that. Right on his stomach was a very big purple bruise that seemed to have been made very recently.

“What, what is that?” You said pointing at it. “Are you okay? Who did that to you?”

“I… I owed money to some guys and-“

“Tae, you are still doing that?” You said, disappointment evident in your voice. He looks down, embarrassed by his own actions, and you sigh, taking the first aid kit from under your sink. You put some betadine on a piece of cotton and start pressing it against his stomach “This may hurt a little.”

He groans at the contact and winces in pain.

“This pain is going to sober me up” He says.

“Well, maybe this will serve as a lesson to not do that next time”. You stated and he rolled his eyes. “I want to slap you so much, you know?”

“What? Why?” He asks, confused.

“You make worried sick every time you go out. I’m always afraid that someone might beat you up and I will not be there to help you. Don’t you ever consider the other people’s feelings?” You ramble.

He grasps your wrist with his hand, making you stop your movements, and presses his other hand against your cheek. Your heart starts to race and it feels like it is going to pop out of your chest at any moment and your whole body starts to feel really hot, especially your cheeks.

“I do consider them. That’s why I do what I do.” He simply says. His statement makes you even more confused than you already were. What did he meant by that?

He starts to lean closer and you do as well, until your noses are touching. But you suddenly notice the lipstick marks all over his neck and back away from Taehyung, getting up and clearing your throat.

“I will give you your shirt tomorrow morning. Do you want some other to sleep with or…”

“I’ll be fine like this” He says and gets up from his spot. He walks over to the couch and lays on it, leaving you standing alone on the bathroom.

You then have this sudden feeling of regret. There was a part of you who wanted him to kiss you, a big part, but the reasonable one said no. Mainly because you knew you wouldn’t be able to control yourself if that actually happened, and that it would cost big on your friendship with him. Besides, you knew how he treated girls, and you didn’t want to be one of them.

You join him in on the living room with the blankets on your arms.

“Here” You say while stretching them over Taehyung’s body. He was laying flat on his back, with his arms under his head, and had his stare focused on the ceiling above him.

“Y/N, could you please… just stay with me for a little while… just for today?” He asks, looking you straight in the eyes.

You simply nod your head and lay besides him, under the blanket as he closes his eyes and you ruffle his hair, lovingly. He stretches his arm and wraps it around your body, pushing your back against his chest. Now, under the dim light of your living room’s lamp, he looked beautiful.

“Y/N, come here honey” Taehyung’s mother says and pats on the chair next to her hospital bed, as if mentioning for you to sit down.

“Hello, how are you?” You say, politely, while sitting down on the chair. “I heard that you wanted to talk to me”

“Ah, yes I do. I wanted to talk to you about Taehyung” She smiles.

“Oh.” You blush.

“I know that you care a lot about him. As he does about you” She says and you widen your eyes “So I want you to do me a favour. I want you to look out for him”

“There is no need of that. You are going to get out of this hospital and you-”

“Y/N, I’m dying.” She simply states and a tear starts to slide down her face. “I know my son, and I know how he is going to react when I pass away. He will push everyone away, but please, promise me that you won’t give up on him”

“I… I…” You try to answer to her but nothing seems to get out.

“Please, promise me that. He is just a boy, a lost boy. He just needs someone. He just needs you.” She says, wrapping her hand around yours.

“I… I promise.” You finally say.

You looked at his sleeping figure and smile.

I’m trying the best I can.


You wake up the next morning feeling a bit dizzy. You roll over to your stomach and come face to face with the empty, cold space besides you.

You were already expecting Taehyung to be gone in the morning when you woke up, as he usually did, but this time you felt even sadder and lonelier. You were hoping that maybe, just maybe, what had happened last night had made him change his mind. But you should know better by now, nothing will ever change.

You get up from the couch and boil some water for your morning coffee. God forbid you to go to your morning classes without your coffee.

You get dressed and brush your teeth, tiringly, with your eyes still half closed. When you get back to the kitchen you notice the brown stain on your carpet with a funny smell on it, and all the memories from last night come crashing in to you.

You look at the clock and realize that it’s time for your classes, and today isn’t the best day to be late since you had a very important presentation today.

You get out of your house and walk to your college as fast as your legs allow. If it was like before you would be cautious since you may find Taehyung walking around the campus, but now he barely came to his classes so you were good. You weren’t ready to face him after what happened last night, after you two had almost kissed.

“Y/N!” You hear someone scream behind you. You turn around to find Jimin running while waving at you.

“Jimin, hey.” You say.

“Did you see Taehyung last night? He didn’t come home so I got a bit worried. I even called him but he didn’t answer.”

“Oh.” Your face falls at the mention of his name “He… he called me and I let him crash at my house.” You say as the wind starts to blow a bit stronger.

“Again?” You could hear the sad tone on his voice. Jimin may not know you for long but he wasn’t dumb, he knew exactly what was going on between you and Taehyung. “Y/N, are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” You brush your hair behind your ears.

“I mean, are you really okay?” He says, looking straight in to your eyes.

“I… I don’t know, to be honest.”

“How about we do this, I have to go to class now but I’m going to be at the university café the whole afternoon, so… If you want you can pass by so that we can talk.” He offered and smiled at you.

“Okay, sounds good to me” You agree, shaking your head.

“Okay, see you then.” He said goodbye and then walked away.

You weren’t expecting this, for Jimin to ask you if you wanted to talk but you really wanted to go. You felt this need to just talk it out with someone and you didn’t have any more close people to you other than Taehyung, and Jimin didn’t seem like a bad person. Besides, he already knew about the whole situation between you two.

The time never passed as slowly as it did today and to make it all better, your teacher gave you one and a half hour more of new contents so you didn’t have any way out.

By the time you were finally finished it was already dark outside. You looked at the watch that you had on your wrist that read seven thirty p.m. Crap. Was Jimin still at the café?

You ran as fast as you could down the street and in the café direction. The students who were passing by were looking at you with a funny expression on their faces and some of them were even encouraging you to run much faster by giving you thumbs up. College students.

When you finally see the café name from afar you can’t help but to pray that Jimin is still inside, otherwise you would have to walk all the way back and your legs were killing you.

You adjust your hair and your shirt one more time before deciding to go in. To your surprise, there are still a lot people inside, the place is practically packed, so it takes you a while to find Jimin.

He is sitting on the table right beside the window, with his computer in front of him, indicating that he was probably doing some essay.

“Hey” You say as you sit down on the empty chair that was in front of him, and put your stuff on the ground “I’m sorry I’m  late, my teacher decided to make us stay inside for almost two hours”

“Don’t worry, it’s okay” He said and smiled at you.

“Miss” The waiter said, interrupting your conversation “Can I get you anything,?”

“Water please” You answer and he walks away. You focus your attention back on Jimin, who was closing his laptop and clearing his table for you.

“So” He starts “What happened last night?”

You take a deep breath before explaining him everything. From when Taehyung called you to him vomiting on your carpet, to the bathroom scene when you discovered about the bruise on his abdomen and the almost kiss, and finally about when he asked you to lay down with him.

It felt good talking all of your feelings out for a change. And instead of what you were thinking, Jimin didn’t judged any of your actions, he just listened. It was nice to have someone who finally understands your point of view on things for a change, since most of them limited themselves to blame you for everything.

“Woah” He said after a while. You had already finished talking but he hadn’t reacted, which left you a bit nervous. “That’s a lot to process”

“I know” You sigh.

“Have you talked to him yet?” He asked.

“No. When I woke up he was already gone and since he doesn’t come to the classes anymore…” You ramble on. “I just don’t know what to do.”

“Do you plan on going to his rescue every time he is going to call you?”

“I… I have to. I promised his mother that I would watch out for him and-”

“Y/N” He interreputs you, passing a hand through his hair “Do you have to or do you want to?”

“What do you mean by that?” You ask, furring your eyebrows in confusion.

“Do you like him? Y/N, do you like Taehyung?” Did you?

The moment  that those words came out of Jimin’s mouth that the world around you stopped. Did you liked him? It was true that you did felt something different when you were around him, when he hugged you or when he would just simply look at you. Besides that, there was the fact that you always came back to help him, even when you knew that he didn’t deserve your help, because there was something deep down that always kept pulling you towards him. And the time when he said that he cared about you… Did you actually liked him?

“Y/N? Are you there?” Jimin said, waving his hand right in front of your face.

“I… I think I like him” You say and he smiles.

“I knew it.” He smuggled.

“But there is no use in that, he would never see me in that way.” You say as realization hits you hard in the face.

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that…” Jimin whispered while scratching the back of his neck.

“What?” You ask, tilting your head a bit.

“I think that he… he may like you” He says and you laugh. You knew Tae very well and there was no chance that he would ever like you that way. But, what if Jimin said was actually true? You wanted to believe that, you honestly wanted to, but you didn’t want to end up even more hurt than what you already were.

“Why do you say that?”

“Well, something happened a few days ago…” Jimin starts and you nod your head as a sign that you were listening to him “Surprisingly, he had come to our apartment and was not high, just a bit drunk. -trust me, I know he is very drunk. - and when I tried to help him get to bed, he started saying some stuff…”

“What stuff, Jimin?” He just couldn’t stop there and expect you to be fine about it.

“He started calling out for you, saying that he needed you…”

Your mouth hangs open at his words and you can’t help but look socked. Your heart and brain start to race at the same time and you feel like you were going to explode.

“After that, he started crying. It was the first time ever that I saw him cry. He looked so vulnerable and I couldn’t help but to feel sorry for him” Jimin continued. “And then, well, the rest is history.”

He looks at you in hopes of you saying something but you keep yourself quiet. You didn’t move a single muscle since he had finished speaking, you did not even blink.

It was like at this moment a thousand bombs were being thrown at you and you didn’t have any places to hide. It was just too much information to process, especially when all of it was all at the same time.

“I… I…”

“He likes you Y/N, and more important, he needs you.” He says.

“Do you really think that?” You say, your vice filled with hope.

“No, I don’t think that. I know that it is true.”

“It’s just… I just don’t know. I don’t know.” You say and run a hand through your hair. “What do I do?”

“How about you tell him how you feel?” He states as if that was the most simple thing to do in the entire world.

“I can’t do that” You shake your head and scratch your arms. It wasn’t as simple as he made it out to be.

“Why not?” He asks.

“It’s just… I don’t know how to do it. To be honest, he is the first person I have ever… liked. This is all new to me.” You tell Jimin.

You push your hair out of your face and take a deep breath. It was just so funny how your world could collapse in just a matter of minutes. I guess you we are never fully prepared for it.

“I know it isn’t easy to be in the position that you are in, and I admire you for that. But it is time for you to stop thinking so much about him and start focusing more on yourself and from the experience I have, the best thing for you to do that is to talk it all out.” He said.

“Are you sure about that?” You question him again and he smiles at you. Maybe he was right, what did you have to lose? And it was good to take a risk every once a while, to live a little.

“Okay.”

“Okay, what?”

“I’m going to tell him” You say and get up.

“Then go! What are you waiting for? He must be home by now, if you get there quick you might catch him before he goes out!” He says as proceeds to shush you away from his table and towards the door. You smile apologetically at the waiter who was coming at your direction with the bottle of water and at the lady who was cursing at you two for making so much noise.

This is it. You thought while leaving the café.  I am actually doing this.

You swore you had never run this fast in your entire life. Your legs were begging for you to stop, to take a rest, but you just kept going. You were careful to doge the obstacles that came in your way, some of them being people that were going for a walk or a simple trashcan, and that contributed to rail up the emotion that you were filling, like you were in some kind of movie.

In the middle of your way to his house it started to rain and your hair started to get all wet and sticky. Nevertheless, you continued to run. It didn’t matter the fact that you were getting tired, it didn’t matter the fact that you were all soaked in rain, what did matter was that you were going to tell Taehyung that you liked him. And that was the only important thing.

By the time you spotted his house you saw that the lights were turned on, which meant that he was still home.

You tried to make yourself look the most presentable possible and took multiple deep breaths before deciding to knock.

It doesn’t take long for him to open the door, a few seconds or so. When he sees you on the other side, his face goes from a blank to a confused expression. He definitely wasn’t expecting you to come and knock at his door at this hour of the night and he sure has hell wasn’t expecting for you to be all soaked in water and breathless. However, he wasn’t the only one who was surprised, you were too, since it was the first time in days that you actually got to see him sober.

“Y/N, are you okay? Do you want to come in? It’s warmer inside” He says and leaves the door opened for you to come in. You wipe your forehead with your hand, not sure about what you were trying to clean, the rain drops or the nervous sweat that was starting to form on your face.

“Thank you”. You respond as he closed the door behind you. It seemed easier and simpler to do this when you were at the café or when you were running all the way here. Now, it felt like the most difficult thing that you had ever done in your entire life, as if you said the wrong world you could ruin everything.

“I wanted to say something to you” You start, taking a deep breath.

“Jeez, and it couldn’t wait till tomorrow?” He laughed but stopped as soon as he saw the nervous expression that was on your face.

You sat down next to him on the couch and start playing with your fingers, a nervous habit that you had since you were a child. The both of you stay silent for a while, while you get uo the courage to tell him what you really wanted to.

“I like you.” You say, catching him, and yourself, off guard.

The room went quiet for what seemed like hours, the only audible sound being the tick-tack from the wall’s clock and the sound of the rain drops falling against the window. Taehyung suddenly got up, with a blank expression, and walked to the centre of the living room, his back facing you.

“No, no, no.” He said “You can’t like me.”

You get up from the couch and walk towards him, until you are standing in front of him. His eyes were filled with tears and his bottom lip is shaking in between his teeth. You were confused by his reaction. From all the million scenarios that you were created in your head for the possible outcome of your words, this certainly was the least probable one.

“Why not?” You asked, confused.

“You just can’t. Y/N, please, you can’t like me.” He says.

“No, Tae! You just don’t get the right to drop a bomb like that and then walk away like nothing happened. Talk to me, please.” You say. Now it was you who had tears in your eyes. Your face was all wet, your sweat and rain drops were starting to get mixed with your tears, and your insides started you break a little.

“This is why!” He says and cleans the tears off your cheeks with his thumb. He secures your face in between his hands and gets closer to you. “You are crying because of me, I caused this. I hurt you, and I don’t like seeing you hurt, it kills me inside every time I see you sad.”

“No Tae, you don’t hurt me.” You say, smiling. “You make me really happy”

“No I don’t, Y/N. I have seen the look on your face when you are around me. You look sad, lifeless, like someone had sucked all the energy from you. And knowing that the cause of all that was me…” He says. He was now fully crying and you were too. You never knew that he felt this, you never even thought about that. “That was why I always kept pushing you away, and why I am doing it now. This is for the best, Y/N. You will find someone who isn’t broken as I am, someone who can make you smile every day and be there for you. Someone who actually deserves you.”

“No Tae, no. Please don’t do this, please.” You begged.

“I’m sorry Y/N. But I can’t live with myself knowing that I’m hurting you, tearing you apart. So please, I’m begging you, please don’t like me.” He said, hugging you, while you cried in to the crook of his neck. “Please”.

He’d Be a Really Good Father- Cole Fluff & Smut

Request:  Hey could you write my request with Cole? ❤ so Cole and reader have been together for a long time (fans ship them, they r relationship goals), they visit a friend who has a little baby and Cole plays (being really sweet, i mean fluff 😂) with the kid and when reader and him come back home, Cole tells herbie wants a baby (maybe smut in The end? 😏it’s up to you, but i’d love to read it😂) I know it’s weird, but I jest thought it might be cute 😂❤ I really love ur tumblr

Warnings: Mild language, fluff, smut

Notes: y/j = Your Job.

T
o clarify characters:
- Maggie = Your friend who’s married.
- David = Maggie’s husband
- Hannah = Maggie and David’s baby
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*YOUR P.O.V*

“Hey guys! Come in, come in!”, my best friend, Maggie smiled widely at my boyfriend, Cole and I. I let go of Cole’s hand to hug Maggie, and Cole hugged her after me. 

“Cole! Y/n! It’s so good to see you!”, Maggie’s husband, David said, kissing my cheek, then shook Cole’s hand. We all went into the living room and sat down on the couches.

“So what’s been happening?”, David asked. 

“Well, I just finished up filming Riverdale and Y/n has been busy with her job as y/j”, Cole replied. “And yourself?”

“Busy with my job and here with Hannah, who’s now in the household”

Maggie asks if I wanted to help out in the kitchen, to which I agreed and left the guys to talk. 

“So, how are you and Cole doing? You know relationship wise”, Maggie asks, getting out the wine from the fridge and pouring it into glasses for us. Then pouring the beer for David and Cole. 

“Good good. We’ve managed to get through the long distance thing, with him filming and me being really busy with y/j”, I reply. 

“Wait, so how long have your guys been dating?”

“5 years and still going”, I laugh. 

“Damn, 5 years!”, Maggie raised her eyebrows and smiled. “Is there any future plans?”, she winks. I blush and look down;

“I’m hoping so. I love him so much, that I feel ready to start the next chapter”.

“It’s work, let me tell you that. But love is the thing that holds us together. It gets more complicated when you start having children, but again, it’s about love and sacrifice”, she advised me. 

“I know and I’m willing to put in the work”, I smile. We take the drink out to Cole and David. 

“Aw thanks, love”, David smiles at me, taking the drink out of my hand. I realised Maggie wasn’t in the room, but then she came back with Hannah, their child. 

“Here, let me take her”, David said as he stood up and reached his arms out. Maggie carefully placed Hannah in his arms. He sat back down and Maggie and I went back to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

—-

I walked out to the living room to ask if they needed a refill, when I found Cole playing with Hannah, who was laying on the floor next to him, laughing and squealing happily. 

I sneakily got my phone out and took a picture before they could notice. After I took the photo, David stands next to me, also looking down at Cole and Hannah;

“He’s really good with her. He’d be a really good father”, David whispers to me. 

“I know he will”, I smile back at him. 

“Hey, baby”, Cole smiles when he notices me. I asked for refills to which they happily accepted. 

—-

The dinner plates were placed on the table and everyone immediately dug in, except Maggie, who was feeding Hannah. We had started up a conversation about the roadtrip that Cole, K.J, his girlfriend and I went on. 

After we finished dinner, Maggie excused herself saying she needed to put Hannah to bed.

“Oh, can I help?”, Cole asks.

“Of course you can”, Maggie smiles at him and they go off with Hannah to put her to bed. 

“He’s a keeper. You know that right?”, David suddenly says. 

“I know”, I laugh. “Hannah is very cute, by the way”

“Yeah I know, she get’s it from me”, he jokes and we both laugh. 

—-

Cole and I got home after leaving Maggie and David’s. I looked at my phone: 11.47, it read. It was dark and a bit chilly outside, but it was nice and refreshing. We made it to our bedroom and Cole shut the door behind him. I sighed as I sat on the bed, taking my heels off. 

“Y/n can I tell you something?”, Cole asks, still in front of the closed door. 

“Of course you can”

“I want a baby”, he admits. 

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“Me too. When I saw you with Hannah, it made me realise how much I want a child, especially with you”, I reply, as I stand up, walking over to him and kissing him on the lips and he kisses back.

“Jump”, he said between a kiss. I jumped and wrapped my legs around his waist. He turned us around and pinned me against the door. Cole kissed down my neck, making me moan when he sucked on my sweet spot. He grinded his hips into mine, causing my hands to immediately fly to his hair and tangle themselves in it, tugging at the ends. He groans and kisses down to my collar bones, sucking them. 

“Cole”, I whined. He got the message and turned around, carrying me over to the bed, gently placing me down. He took his shirt and pants off and I took my dress off, before we proceeded. He slowly kissed down my chest, slipping his hands underneath me, unclasping my bra, then threw it behind him. He continued to kiss down to my panties, again taking them off and throwing it behind him. 

“Can we skip the foreplay? I just want it to be just you and me and creating this new life”, Cole whispers.

“Of course we can”, I smile at him. He took of his boxers then lined himself up at my wet entrance. He slowly pushed himself in and groaned. I gasped when he was fully in. Cole didn’t move, as he allowed me to adjust a bit. i gave him a nod and he began slowly thrusting. 

“You’re so beautiful. I love you so much”, Cole moaned into my neck, then kisses me passionately. 

“I love you too, baby”, I whispered back, in between kisses. I wrapped my legs around his waist, allowing him to go deeper. 

“Fuck, Cole”, I moaned, when he thrusted deeper, keeping the slow, steady pace. Cole grunted softly at each thrust of his hips. He leaned down and kissed me again. We kept like this for a while; just him thrusting slowly and deeply, kissing passionately and just letting our love filled the space between us. 

“Cole”, I moaned. 

“Me too, baby”, Cole moaned, getting the message that I was close. He didn’t speed up like he usually would, but instead, he whispered sweet nothing’s into my ear. 

“Oh, Cole, shit”

“Y/n!”, he moaned loudly, shooting his load into me. I came shortly after. He rolled off and laid down next to me. We both were panting. I turned to him;

“Cole, what if I do get pregnant? What happens then?”

“We’ll figure it out baby, we always do”, Cole said back.

*COLE’S P.O.V*

Little did she know, I was planning to marry her. 

anonymous asked:

Sexting Harry whilst your both at a friends house and one is in the house and the other is in the garden both with friends x

Harry. Missus.

Can you come outside and sit with me? It’s getting cold out here and you nicked my jumper when you got chilly earlier.

Pretty sure my nipples are going to tear through this t-shirt in a minute.

They’re all perky.

All the better to play with.

Always get nice and perky when I play with them, don’t they? When I’ve bit them and sucked them a little. You like perky nipples. Stop complaining.

No.

Do not start this now, (YN).

I already have erect nipples that Nick will tease me over. I don’t need an erect cock, too. They’ll never live that teasing down.

Who said anything about an erect cock? ;)

You damn well know what you’re doing.

I don’t appreciate it.

Do you want me to play with them when we get home?

Those clamps arrived yesterday morning. I can clamp them when we get home. Use that blindfold you purchased a while ago. We haven’t used that yet, have we?

I can turn full Dominatrix on you. Get my toys out and everything. I know you like that kind of stuff; seen your internet history on your laptop, you pervert.

That was not me!

Who was it then? 

I don’t know, but, that was not me.

You shouldn’t even be on my laptop when you have your own.

You’re such a bloody liar, Harry.

You can tell me. I won’t be angry. I’ll just have to watch them for inspiration. If you like this kind of stuff in the bedroom, I’ll bring it there.

Besides, all my tabs are saved on your laptop when we were looking and venues and websites together.

It wasn’t me.

I swear.

Are you sure?

Very sure.

Then we must have a ghost in our house? A ghost who enjoys have an ectoplasm wank over ball-busting orgasms and milking…

You want me to tie your cock and balls up until they’re a burning red colour? Until you need to cum but I won’t let you? Until all the blood rushes to your tip and paints you nice and pink? Until your balls feels strangled and makes you throb and ache?

You want me to milk you until you’re dry, yeah?

..

.

It wasn’t me.

But, that sounds very appealing, I won’t lie.

Always loved the idea of you being my dominant. Getting hard just thinking about it.

You are, huh?

Maybe we can try something…

Have you ever tried to cum free-hand?

..

.

Where are you going? Sam and Lou are laughing at how you scurried passed us in a frenzy. Silver and Lux think you need a poo and they’re both giggling away at you. Spike and Sid are bloody clueless but they’re laughing, too.

..

.

Wait, do you need a poo?

Meet me in the bathroom.

Why?

Just, meet me in the bloody bathroom!

Why?

For fuck sake, I was about to nut so hard out in the garden. In front of Nick and Jeff and Tomo and Tom. All because you just can’t keep your dirty mouth shut. Hell, you just can’t keep your dirty fingers at bay, can you? Always have to try and make me squirm. Even when you’re not in the same part of the house as me.

You drive me fucking nuts!

You’re a menace!

Now get your fucking arse up in this bathroom so I can fuck you so hard that I’ll have to take you home because you won’t be able to walk properly.

Say please…

You think this is the time for manners!?

Get. Up. Here. Now.

I mean it.

Just wank yourself off.

I’m busy.

We’re discussing wedding plans right now.

Is this your fucking plan?

You work me up and get me hard just to leave me hanging with the sorest of boners ever? This is the hardest one I’ve had. And I’ve had my fair share of aching erections. Why the fuck are we even getting married if this is how you treat me when I need you? I give you the best orgasms you want. I make sure you’re content with what happened and feel happy with how many I gave you. I even give you quickies and eat you out in the bathrooms of people’s houses, but, you can’t do this ONE thing for me?

You can’t bring your arse to me so I can cum inside you?

What kind of fiancée ARE you? 

Oh, calm your perky tits, Peaches.

I REALLY dislike you right now. I won’t say hate because I could never hate you, but, I really dislike you at the moment…

I really want to pound into your pussy right now and show you just how much.

Take me home, right now, and my pussy is yours to pound all night. :) xxxxx 

alec loves cosy winter mornings with magnus

requested by the lovely @outerspacebabe7!! thank you for your prompt and i apologise for this is QUITE overdue lmaoo.

this was originally going to be a morning after scene but it’s winter rn and i just felt like writing a cosy, snuggly morning scene. let me know what you think!

(also ya alec is little spoon fight me or deal with it ty)


Alec stirred awake to find Magnus trying to remove his arm from under the boy’s body. He could feel Magnus’ front pressed up tightly against his back. Their limbs were tangled up and messy in a sea of blankets. “No,” Alec stretched out in a groggy voice, protesting Magnus’ change in position.

Magnus chuckled and Alec could feel his own chest vibrating. He didn’t want Magnus to leave just yet, it was way too early to be up. Magnus curled his now free arm back around to Alec and draped it over his boyfriend’s torso, the feeling slowly returning to his fingers. “I wasn’t going to go anywhere,” he whispered and Alec felt his spine shiver. Magnus moved even closer than he already was and snuggled his face into the crook of Alec’s neck. It was really the only bit of skin touching other than their toes.

It was mid-winter and the weather hadn’t cleared from its usual snow for weeks now. Even with the heating on, the two found the early mornings much too chilly to be comfortable. Though, they were glad they had each other. Instead, they would pile on blanket after blanket until it was almost too heavy to move underneath, and then they would hold each other close, the small amount of body heat they could feel through their clothes warming them up.

Alec hated wearing socks to sleep, he often argued that his feet would get too hot. Magnus didn’t understand it at all. But Alec loved playing with their toes under the covers so he would force Magnus to not wear socks either, much to Magnus’ chagrin.

The tip of Magnus’ nose was cold and Alec curled away from the touch. Magnus smiled again as Alec rolled over to face him instead. Magnus adjusted the covers slightly so that Alec could press his head to his chest. The boy pulled on the sleeves of his shirt to cover his palms before hugging Magnus’ torso and tangling their legs together once again.

The entire apartment was so quiet that all each of them could hear was the other’s breathing. Every now and then they heard the Chairman pattering around the bed. Magnus pulled the numerous layers of covers over their heads to avoid any and all possibilities of Chairman getting to them. He was sure the cat would find a way, though.

Alec pulled away from the cosy nook that Magnus had created after a couple of minutes, moving to be eye level with him. Magnus’ hair was soft and fluffy, a polar opposite to its usual spiky coloured state, threatening to almost completely cover his face. Alec reached out a pushed the soft locks away and Magnus opened his eyes groggily as a lazy grin spread across his face that made Alec’s stomach do funny things.

“Did you sleep okay?” asked Magnus in a whisper.

“I wish,” replied Alec with a chuckle, struggling to keep his eyes open. “You were snoring the whole night.”

Magnus scoffed, clearly offended. “I was not!” he defended. “It must’ve been the Chairman,” he said, knowing Chairman Meow wouldn’t appreciate the blame being thrown to him.

Alec smiled. “You mean to say… Chairman somehow had his nose nestled into my neck the whole night and has the exact same breathing pattern as you?”

Magnus raised an eyebrow and shrugged. “You’d be surprised.” Alec let out a laugh and Magnus felt his grogginess fade away, wanting to be fully alert to appreciate the boy’s happiness. Their toes played with each other below. Alec noticed that Magnus’ were stone cold and giggled as he tried to warm them up by rubbing them with his own. Magnus smiled at his attempt and rubbed at his eyes. He reached out a slow and steady finger to pick a bit of fluff from the duvet cover out of Alec’s messy raven hair. Magnus trailed his fingertip down the bridge of Alec’s nose and the boy smiled contently.

“Can I have a kiss?” asked Alec, quietly. Magnus frowned, Alec didn’t need to ask. “I’m too lazy to move.” Magnus laughed, realising that Alec meant he wanted Magnus to lean in. Magnus’ laugh vibrated and warmed up the inner most core of Alec’s heart. He leant in and gave Alec a quick kiss to his lips. Alec scrunched his nose and Magnus frowned, not anticipating that kind of reaction.   “Did you have that whisky before bed again?” he asked.

Magnus bit his bottom lip. “Maybe…”

Alec groaned. “You know it makes you snore!” he said. Alec sighed, hands travelling to Magnus’ back where they remained to draw circles in the soft material of his shirt.

Magnus pouted playfully. “But you love my whisky breath,” he teased.

“Nobody loves whisky breath, Magnus,” he said and Magnus laughed, and Alec decided this was the only way he wanted to wake up for the rest of his life. Magnus pulled Alec close, muffling his smile into the boy’s mop of hair. He knew Alec secretly like his whisky breath.


i hope you enjoyed, let me know what you think! if you have any prompts or scenarios for me, please head over to my ask box.

in the meantime, maybe maryse will reach out and apologise to magnus as well?

All I Need

Part 4 to “A Muggle?”/”It’s Me”/”I Think We’re In Trouble” Part 1  Part 2  Part 3 

Word Count: 4,495

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“Y/N, are you ready to go to Hogsmead?” Sirius asked, barging into her dorm. “How do you keep doing that?” She muttered, not taking her eyes off of the mirror. “You see, I spend all my time studying the dorm charms rather than the stuff we’re supposed to study,” he smirked. “Little dressed up there to be raiding Hogsmead, aren’t we, Love?” Sirius asked, noticing that Y/N was wearing an infinity scarf over a sweater, with skinny jeans and tall boots-her hair in loose curls and her makeup done; rather than an old flannel with her hair messy and minimal makeup. “I’m not raiding Hogsmead with you guys today,” she shrugged, finishing up applying her lipstick. “What do you mean ‘you’re not raiding Hogsmead with us?’ It’s Saturday. You stayed back with Moony last week, it’s our turn-Why are you putting on lipstick? You never wear lipstick?” Sirius rambled. “I’m going on a date, if you must know,”'Y/N said, leaving the mirror and beginning to search the room for her bag. “No you are not!” Sirius exclaimed.

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Imagine...Getting Sick

Originally posted by demondetoxmanual

Pairing: Dean x reader


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Quick and Easy Vegan Snacks

Apples and Peanut butter

This is something people either seem to have known about forever, or they find the concept so weird that when you mention it they just look at you funny and back away slowly.

Slice up some apples, grab some peanut butter, and use the apple wedges to scoop up the peanut butter. There’s a bit of an art to manipulating the peanut butter, but it’s one worth mastering because omnomnomnomnom.


‘Baked’ Potatoes

Grab a potato, wash it if you need to. Stab a bunch of holes in the top or slice a cross halfway through it. Microwave on high for a few minutes then stab it with a knife to see if it’s soft inside, it’s different depending on the size of the potato and the power of the microwave. Once you know the rough time, you can just do that.

Toppings - vegan butter/marg, hummus, crushed garlic or garlic salt, cashew cream cheese, brewers/nutritional yeast, chopped fresh chives or spring onion, the list goes on


Couscous

Instant couscous like you can get in most supermarkets is super quick and easy to make. It tastes like pasta (because it’s made of the same stuff), and you can flavour it however you want.

Boil water, pour a cup of boiled water for every half cup of couscous, leave it for a couple of minutes, add a pinch of salt if you want, and fluff it up with a fork.

For flavourings (if you want them) you could just add a dab of vegan butter or margaraine, a teaspoon of mustard, or a splash of whatever stirfry, curry, or pasta sauce you have in the cupboard.


Noodles

Instant noodles are awesome. The instant noodle cups are rough on the environment, so I try to avoid the ones with the styrofoam cups at least, or use noodles you can cook on the stove or in the microwave instead.

Sometimes finding your preferred noodles that don’t use animal unfriendly oil can be a bit of a challenge, but they’re out there! And there’s a whole range of noodles to choose from that cook almost as quickly as the instant variety (my favourite are these awesome ones made from sweet potato starch that are so springy you could use them for slingshots if you weren’t busy nomming them because they’re AMAZING with peanut sauce).

The flavour options can vary too. I’ve come across a fair few ‘chicken’ noodle packets that were accidentally vegan. If you just got plain noodles, or you’re mixing it up a little, here’s some of the easy sauces I like to use.

Sweet chilli sauce - make sure you drain the noodles for this one

Soy sauce - combined with sweet chilli sauce it’s really frickin’ good. You can drain the noodles or keep the water, either’s good.

Veggie stock - one cube to a cup of noodles (with water)

Barbecue sauce - just a little bit sweetens the noodles up nicely. Drain the noodles.

Peanut butter and soy sauce - A tablespoon of peanut butter, a splash of soy sauce, heat in the microwave (to melt the peanut butter) or stir straight through hot drained noodles, nommy. Add a bit of chilli if you like it spicy.


Optional extras

Frozen mixed veggies will also cook in roughly the same time as the noodles so long as they’re small, if they’re bigger, just put them in a few minutes earlier and then add the noodles to the boiling water.

You might find you like nuts and seeds in noodles, I prefer them in noodle dishes with thicker, more complex sauces, but that’s a personal preference.

Small TVP chunks will cook in roughly the same time as the noodles, and they flavour easily.


Sandwich type constructions

The humble sandwich. Cultures all around the world have developed technology to wrap some kind of delicious bread type scaffolding around other types of deliciousness. Pita pockets, Tortillas, Bagels, Burgers, Subs, the list goes on.

Some easy things to stuff in your bread type scaffolding:

  • Fresh tomato slices, fresh Basil (optional), and hummus. It’s super simple and it’s delicious. Also great toasted.
  • Banana sandwiches. I don’t know if this is a New Zealand thing only or what, but seriously, dry bread, or margaraine, or whatever, and banana slices. That’s all. It’s divine.
  • Avocado and tomato. With a sprinkle of salt and a splash of lemon juice if you’ve got it. Also fabulous toasted.
  • Tabbouleh. If you can get it easily ready made from the supermarket, this goes great on any kind of bread related construct. Also goes fabulously with hummus.
  • Falafel. Microwave a few spoonfuls for a minute or two, add to bread, add tomato sauce, barbecue sauce, mustard, hummus, whatever. Devour.


Cracker type things

There’s all kinds of crunchy crispy nommy things out there - rice or corn cakes, rice crackers, water crackers, the list goes on.

Stuff to put on them or dip them in

  • Peanut butter - surprisingly nommy on corn/rice cakes
  • Hummus - unsurprisingly nommy on everything
  • Fresh tomato (awesome with fresh basil)
  • Avocado
  • Olives - There’s two kinds of people in this world. The ones who love olives, and the unlucky ones who don’t have the joy of olives in their lives.
  • Sliced banana - especially good on rice/corn cakes


Sticks, chips and dips

Stuff to dip with -

  • Carrot sticks
  • Celery sticks
  • Corn chips
  • Tortilla chips
  • Toasted pita bread
  • Mini spring rolls (raw or cooked)

Stuff to dip in -

  • Hummus - it comes in a million flavours
  • Pesto (just need to find a vegan one, or make your own :) )
  • Mustard
  • Salsa - home made or store bought
  • Sweet chilli sauce


Toast

Much like the humble sandwich, perhaps even pre dating it, we like to put stuff on bread, all kinds of bread.

  • Peanut butter - seriously. Just go buy some peanut butter and eat it
  • Bananas - yep, sliced bananas on toast is amazing.
  • Fresh tomato - Add salt, pepper (if you like it), and it’s divine
  • Avocado - mashed on toast with a fork, a pinch of salt, and some lemon juice, it’s divine.
  • Marmite - So about half the western world will know what I’m talking about. The rest will be dazed and confused. Google it. It’s awesome. Half of you will instantly hate it. Half of you will become helpless addicted to the magnificent mountain of b vitamins that is marmite. Also related to vegemite.
  • Baked beans - Heat em up, pile em on.


Pretzels

They’re cheap, they’re crunchy (cept for the giant soft ones, which are awesome in their own right), and they’re little edible bows. what more could you want? They’re usually vegan friendly, but it’s worth checking the bag just in case.


Vegetables

Yep. Grab some veggies, I quite like cauliflower and broccoli, put them in a covered microwave safe bowl and heat on high power for a couple of minutes. Then add whatever sauces you like (there’s a whole bunch listed here)

If you don’t have a microwave or don’t want to use one, just add about two cm (just under an inch) of water to a pot, add the veggies and cover. Bring to the boil on high heat, let it boil for a couple of minutes, then drain the water and the veggies should be cooked and nicely crisp.

Rated R - Sodapop Imagine (Requested)

SEMI-SMUT WARNING!

“Aw, I love that movie!” Steve chanted as Two-Bit flipped through a stack of movies.

Soda and I were laid back on the couch while the rest of the gang crowded around Two-Bit like a herd of wild monkeys. It was a chilly Friday night and since it was too cold to go out to the drive-in, we were all huddled inside trying to pick a movie to watch.

“Nah I think we should watch this one.” Pony said, grabbing a disk from, the now, very messy pile the boys made.

“Yeah, pick one with James Dean in it!” Johnny piped up.

I sighed and rested my head on my boyfriend Soda’s shoulder.

“Will they ever pick something to watch?” I half-smiled.

“You know how the guys can be” he laughed, flashing me his world famous smile.

I’d been so busy with juggling school and work this week that I’ve barely had any time to spend with my boyfriend Sodapop. Not that I didn’t love hanging out with the gang or anything, we always have a lot of fun. It’s just been so long since I’ve gotten any alone time with Soda. Not that I was worried though, I’m just glad I got to see him tonight. Any time together is worth it.

The boys finally picked a movie and we all settled in. Johnny and Pony sat on the other couch while the rest of the gang stayed on the floor.

I felt Soda’s hand come around and rub my thigh. Chills shot through me, but I brushed it off, figuring he probably didn’t notice he was doing it. The rest of the guys were making small talk or laughing about the movie as it began.

Minutes later I felt a hand caress me again. But this time, he brought his hand even higher up my thigh than before, slowly rubbing me under the blanket.

“Soda” I whispered so only him and I could hear it. “Cut it out.”

“Oh come on baby, I haven’t seen you in forever..” he gave me puppy dog eyes, knowing damn well what he was doing.

I glared at him and he eventually moved his hand back, resting it over my shoulder.

Minutes passed when I suddenly felt Soda lean into me, his hot breath hitting my neck. It was clearly intentional.

I furrowed my brows, now even more sexually frustrated than before.

Fine I thought to myself. If he wants to play dirty, than I’ll show him just how dirty I can be.

I slowly moved my hand across his jeans. A small gasp escaped his lips followed by a smirk as I ran my small fingers up and down his now growing erection. The guys didn’t seem to notice.

“(Y/N)” he warned.

“What baby?” I pouted, imitating his actions from earlier. “We haven’t seen each other  in forever, remember?”

“Besides..”I whispered slowly in his ear, carefully unzipping his jeans. I knew he was bound to crack soon.
“I miss how good you feel inside me.”

“Jesus” he sighed.

“I miss the way you feel..I miss the way you moan..”
“But you know what I miss most of all Sodapop?” I smirked.

“(Y/N) baby, please” he whispered, sounding uncomfortably horny.

“I miss the way you taste.”

With that, I quickly slid my hand out of his pants and right back into my lap. He let out a small whimper at the loss of contact.

“But I guess I’ll just have to wait. Besides, we should finish this movie anyway.” I smiled.

I turned my head to face the TV, completely ignoring Soda’s reaction.

“Oh you’re gonna regret that” he said.

All expression drained from his face except for a look of lust in his eyes.

“Oh, am I?” I smirked back, pretending to laugh at his words.

I could tell Soda’s dominant side was coming out. It was rare to see him like this when he’s usually so sweet all the time, but god did it turn me on even more to hear him take control.

“Touch my cock” he growled in my ear.

I practically choked on my own breath at his words. My confidence in this little game shattered.

“What?” I turned to him.

The Sodapop I knew was never this nasty; it was always about pleasuring me first. By this time, my panties were beyond wet.

“You heard me. If not then get on your knees.” he smirked.

“You mean..r-right here? Like - now?” I choked out, looking around the room at the rest of the gang hypnotized by the television.

“Did I stutter?”

I looked up at him, flashing my best innocent face. I slid my hand back under the blanket and back into his already unzipped pants. My tiny fingers were nothing compared to his enormous bulge showing through his boxers, I practically moaned at the sight of it.

Then, I did the unthinkable. I slowly moved my hand into his boxers, rubbing up and down his length. I could already feel the pre-cum dripping onto my hand. I brought a finger up to my mouth and licked all off his juices off, making sure he saw all of it.

“God, I love it when you’re nasty” he groaned.

I brought my hand back down, going at a teasingly slow pace. I grabbed his length with my small hand and dragged it up and down, running my thumb over the head.

“Fuck (Y/N) - more” he demanded into my ear. His hot breath made my thighs clench.

I squeezed my fist and picked up the pace. Thats when he lost it. Soda’s head tilted back by now I was sure the guys noticed.

I could feel him tensing around my hand and I knew he was close.

Suddenly the tension in the room was sliced in half by the sound of laughter. The lights flipped on and our eyes widened in fear.

“Hey, look at these two!” Two-Bit laughed, pointing towards me and Soda on the couch.

A chant of “Oh my god”, “Y’all are nasty”, “Couldn’t hold it in Soda?“ and “Somebodys getting a little frisky”  erupted along with tons of laughter from the gang.

I flushed as bright as a tomato and quickly pulled my hand out of his pants, still hidden under the blanket.

WORTHY [BARRY ALLEN]

request: “Okay no worries! :) Can you please do a Barry x reader where he is introducing her to Joe and Iris and Iris doesn’t like the reader for some reason (maybe jealousy) and Barry reassures the reader that he will love her no matter what. Something super fluffy with a jealousy theme pleaseee!” — by anon

a/n: i honestly didn’t want to make iris look like the bad guy (because she’s a sweetheart and i don’t believe she’ll act rude to someone she knows barry loves) so i didn’t make it too obvious that she didn’t like the reader lol.

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     Her hands were clammy and her jaw was already hurting from the forced smiles she has been managing to show the whole time she has arrived the West household. She was sitting beside Barry at the dining table, getting introduced further more to the most important people in her boyfriend’s life: Joe and Iris West.

     From what she has been aware of, it seemed like Joe liked her already. He asked more about her life and expressed true interest on the things she was telling him. Iris, however, was giving her a weird look and didn’t look like she wanted to be in the whole conversation. Though she at least acted civil, smiling once in a while whenever Y/N cracked a joke and bothered to question her about her job and hobbies.

      But even though nothing really major happened, Y/N knew that Iris wasn’t entirely supportive of their relationship. Especially when Iris began to tell stories of her own, stories wherein she had the best moments with Barry as if telling Y/N that she could never have what they had — that Iris was the better girl among them.

      “You alright?” asked Barry once they were already walking out of the house, her gaze up ahead with a frown etched on her face at the thoughts running around her head.

      She looked at him. “Yeah, I just —” Y/N stopped herself. “It’s nothing, just forget about it, it’s stupid, anyways.”

      Barry raised an eyebrow. “How will I know if it’s stupid if you won’t tell me?”

       "It’s already stupid without telling you.“ smiled Y/N, stopping just in front of the car with hands tucked inside her coat for the chilly night.

      "Is it Iris?” Barry frowned.

      “Is it really that obvious?” whispered the girl before him, the frown back on her lips. “I mean, it’s not entirely Iris but — like I said, completely stupid.”

      Barry sighed, scratching the back of his neck slowly. “Look, I wasn’t completely oblivious to the way she was acting earlier. I know she was being a little too much in proving that she was really my best friend.”

      Y/N nodded. “She is, right?” She bit the inside of her cheeks. “That’s why she was was your first love. I don’t even know how I can ever compete with her or how I can even be an equal compared to Iris.”

      “What are you talking about, Y/N?” Barry walked closer to her. “You do know that whatever I felt for her in the past, remains in the past, right? I love you, not her.”

      “I know and I’m sorry for thinking such things. I told you it’s stupid.” She brought her hands against her face, rubbing her flushed cheeks with her palms. “It’s just — Iris is so beautiful, and smart, and she knows you so much. As someone who just started dating you for only what have been four months, it’s easy to think that maybe I’m not worthy at all.”

      Barry placed his own hands on top of hers, tilting her face up so that he can look at her eyes. From what he was seeing, Y/N was trying to hold back the tears that were beginning to form on her eyes and the sight made him frown as well, another sigh escaping his system.

       "Y/N, you are worthy. You might have only known me for about two years but the way I feel for you, it’s enough to feel like I’ve known you for my whole life.“ said Barry. "You and Iris are both important to me, alright? But she’s more like a sister to me and you’re more like the person I want to spend my life with.”

      For the first time, she snorted a genuine laugh. “Very smooth, Allen. You gain three points for that.”

     He laughed too. “What? I’m only saying the truth.”

     "Well, it made me less worried either way.“

     Y/N removed both of their hands on her face and tightly held his as she brings it down. Barry leaned down and softly kissed her forehead, letting go to instead wrapped his arms around her shoulders and pull her closer. She breathed in his scent, smiling to herself.

      "I love you.” said Barry.

      “I love you too.” answered Y/N, chuckling. “Oh, and Barry?”

      He leaned back slightly to look at her. “What is it, babe?”

      “Can we stop by at Big Belly Burger before I go home?”

     "But we just ate?“ laughed Barry.

      Y/N grinned. "I wasn’t full enough. I couldn’t exactly eat when I kept on thinking of ways how to keep you in my life.”

      Barry rolled his eyes upon hearing her statement. “Okay, fine. My treat since I know it’s partially my fault why you’re thinking too much.”

     "Yey!“ She childishly kissed his cheek before hastily opening the car door and entering, Barry grinning as he closes it, speeding to the driver’s seat and starting the engine — amused at how the night turned out to be in the end.

The unexpected - Calum Hood

Pairing: Calum x Reader

Word Count: 2,4k

Rating/Warnings: General Audiences, no warnings.

Request: “can you PLEASE do another part where idk calum figures he wants to marry her like P l e a s e“

Summary: After your break up with Calum, you’re devastated but you try to move on. When you bump into each other again though, something completely unexpected happens.

A/N: Please leave some constructive feedback to help me improve my writing. Also, don’t forget to request new stuff!

***This is not a continuum of “Are you ok with that” because I wanted it ot be more original. However, if you’d like for me to do a continuum of “Are you ok with that” with the same idea (wedding proposal), I can happily do that, just message me.*** 

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Richonne “Say Yes” Review by Lauren Avila

WARNING: THE FOLLOWING POST CONTAINS SPOILERS TO TWD’S 7.12 “SAY YES”….. AND IT’S ALSO YVETTE NICOLE BROWN’S NOTEBOOK LONG!

I’m the queen of the world! Woo-hoo! I feel like I’m flying at the front of the most magnificent ship on television. Rick and Michonne Grimes are honestly one of the strongest, healthiest, and inspiring couples I’ve ever seen in any media form. I know it sounds cliche, and they are anything but cliche, but they complete each other. It’s remarkable really because independently they are already capable warriors who don’t NEED anyone but that’s essentially what makes this pair so amazing. Rick and Michonne on their own are survivors, but together they are an unstoppable force. This episode really was a beautiful tribute to each character but a undeniable display of their impressive teamwork. I loved this episode so much I can hardly express why. It was the little things that made me the happiest. I truly appreciate the hardwork that goes into The Walking Dead. The whole cast, crew, writers, and producers are in a caliber quite different from any other tv show out there. It’s such a gift to be able to pick up on new things each time you see an episode. As some fans might have noticed. There was a lot more to the episode than just what was at the surface, as often there is in any episode. Okay, so let’s dive in. There were parts of the episode that I was swooning over as a fangirl but other parts that I found I was completely fascinated by as a regular viewer. I found there was a lot of symbolism and signs going on especially regarding callbacks to other episodes and possible foreshadowing to the future. Let’s first discuss all the callbacks. As a whole, I feel like this episode sort of embodied their journey so far, individually and together. If you look enough into it (as a fangirl), you might even say this was like going down an AISLE of memory lane. ;)

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Picture Perfect (Photographer AU Luhan)

Originally posted by fyeahluhan

Type: Fluff Angst


There were the ups and downs of being married a photographer. Bring a muse was nice, but having sometimes completely naked or seductive models around wasn’t your cup of tea. Not that Luhan would ever cheat on you, he was very strong on the relationship you had. Its the girls that flirted with him that bugged you. They had just about everything and they still went after your husband. They had a talent of doing it subtly as well.

Luhan was a passionate man, being a father of two. A biological son named Wei and then a sweet little girl you adopted a few months ago named Meilin who was actually older than your son by a few years. Their pictures covered the walls of his studio and the models would comment about how they wished they could have a man like him be the father of their children. It irked you but you kept yourself as calm as you could.

~

“I can’t believe your son doesn’t look completely like you” one of the models said to Luhan as he made a sound and looked up from his camera. “Your son looks like your wife more. Its sad” she said as Luhan gave her a confused look. “Why’s that? Wei is a great looking boy” Luhan said back. “He would have been better looking if he looked more like you” she said as he scoffed. “My wife is gorgeous thank you” he said as he sent her a glare. “Why don’t you go get a touch up or a coffee” he said with a slightly annoyed tone. “Aw but I like hanging out with you when you look over my pictures” she said as she walked over to him with a flirty smile.

“Well I’m done looking at your pictures” he said as her face dropped “why?” she said. “You insult my wife and my son. Do you think that’s okay?” he asks as she cowers back. “My children and wife mean everything to me and I don’t like your words so I’m kindly asking you to go before I yell” he said as calmly as he could. She nodded ashamed before rushing out of his studio.

Luhan sat his camera down on his desk as he moved his mouse and his monitor light up. He smiled at the picture of you, him, and the kids. It was a dorky picture he took with the camera. One he promised he deleted because you hated how you looked but he found it perfect. He picked up his phone and unlicked it before he called you.

“Hey” he said calmly as he sat back in his chair. “How did you know it was nap time?” you ask as he could feel your lovely smile through the phone. “Daddy’s intuition” he said. “Well what’s up daddy?” you ask as your voice grew quiter. “I missed your voice. A model made some comments. That I just couldn’t stand” he said as you made a sound “do you want to talk about it?” you asked. He smiled “no baby. I want you to tell me about the kids and what you have planned” he said as you sigh lightly. “Meilin really wants Wei to walk like she was holding his hands and everything” you state. He chuckles “she wants to see brother walk. Daddy wants to see Wei walk too” he said as you laugh lightly. “She’s trying so hard to be a good sister” “she is a good sister” Luhan corrects as you make another sound “sorry sorry you’re right” you say.

After just minutes of talking to you. He was happy again. “Why don’t we go on a family date then?” he asks “where its a bit chilly for the park” you tell him. “We’ll get food and go to a kid movie” he offers “that sounds nice” you tell him. He sighs “I have photos to touch up but I rather listen to you” he whines. “My voice is very distracting isn’t it?” you joke “the good kind though” you were told as he sighs again. “I’ll let you go alright work hard” you say “I will” he said as he leans against his desk. “Love you” he says “love you too” you say back making a kissy sound through the phone before the call disconnected.