and his mum did

Can we all take a moment to notice the difference in their styles.

Here’s Steve with this great majestic kick into a standing position and then there’s Bucky.

Bucky is like he just got told to get out of his bed by his mum.

“Ugh why do I have to get up? What did I do to deserve this? Sure u flick up Steve like a dumb prancing pony whilst I crawl around in the dirt like a mealworm.”

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Kingsman’s Taron Egerton Reveals He Bought His Mom a House to Thank Her for Supporting Him Through Drama School
The Welsh actor surprised his mom with a major aww-some purchase

Taron Egerton says he wouldn’t be the successful, rising star he is today were it not for his family’s unyielding support.

The Kingsman: The Golden Circle star recently revealed to PEOPLE that his family have always been hugely supportive of his chosen career — they even took up a collection to help pay for his audition to drama school.

“I’m not from an affluent background in any way, so there was never that [directive from my family] to, ‘Go and be a lawyer because you’ll make more money,’ ” he said. “There was never any expectation I would make money so it was [encouragement] to go and do what makes you happy and I think they felt I was good at it, and that was lovely to have that support.”

The Welsh actor said they’re a big reason he went to drama school — London’s prestigious Royal Academy of Dramatic Art (RADA).

“My mother especially, they were all very excited about it. My auntie, my father, my mother, my stepfather, it’s about 40-50 pounds [to audition], probably $90 or something like that, and they each gave me the money to go and audition,” he recalled. “And they each helped me get accommodation down there when I wasn’t able, I stayed with friends and things, it was a real family effort to pay for me to audition for drama school. … when I got this place at RADA, and I was very lucky – I [auditioned] at a couple other places, but it felt like something that we’d achieved and it’s still, the success I’ve had still very much feels like my family’s success.”

Has Egerton been able to return the favor for his family’s early monetary support?

“I bought my mother a house last year, I’m very proud to say,” he said with a smile.

And how long did it take her to stop crying after he gave her that news?

“I think she’s still going!” Egerton said with a laugh.

  • *221B*
  • Sherlock: *thoughtful* I love-
  • Rosamund: Molly?
  • Sherlock: No, I need-
  • Rosamund: Molly?
  • Sherlock: *frowns* No, I want-
  • Rosamund: *nods* Molly.
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: *hugs his knees; pouts* Whatever. I miss Molly.
  • Rosamund: *rolls her eyes* It's only for the weekend.
  • Sherlock: *sulking* But why did she have to go with him?
  • Rosamund: *shrugs* They're just friends.
  • Sherlock: *bitter* You should have seen him. Drooling all over her.
  • Rosamund: *sighs* Men *gets up; walks into Sherlock's bedroom*
  • Sherlock: *looks up* What are you doing?
  • -a few minutes later-
  • Rosamund: *skips back in; on the phone* I know you're busy, Aunt Molly, and I'm sorry to interrupt but Uncle Sherlock has something important to tell you *holds out the phone*
  • Sherlock: *eyes wide; shakes his head*
  • Rosamund: *frowns* Or you could put this on speakerphone and I'll do it.
  • Sherlock: *snatches the phone; swallows* Hi, Molly. How's it going?
  • Molly: *exasperated* Actually, Sherlock, I'm in the middle of a lecture. Rosie said it was important so...
  • Sherlock: *coughs* Right. I...um, I miss you.
  • Molly: ...
  • Molly: That's the important thing you wanted to tell me?
  • Sherlock: *sweating* Well, yes, that and...I...I love you.
  • Molly: ...
  • Molly: ...
  • Molly: *giggles* I love you too.
  • -a chorus of 'awww's can be heard in the background-
  • Molly: *to her class* Oh, be quiet, you lot.
8

Happy 26th birthday, Thiago! (11.04.1991)

If Harry Potter had been sorted in Slytherin House.

In the first year, Harry Potter decides to shake Draco Malfoy’s hand when he first offered to be friends. Even though he doesn’t like to admit it, it is Voldemort that spoke for him at that moment. Immediately after, he’s sorted with the blond in Slytherin. They team up quickly and Harry convinces Malfoy that Snape is not the nice guy. Harry discovers how Draco Malfoy was raised by a racist family and fights a lot with Malfoy and his nasty comments because he knows what it is like to be rejected for something you have no control on. Harry (and Draco, though he doesn’t want to admit it) becomes friends with Ron and Hermione when they find Ron, by himself, looking for Hermione at Halloween. Draco and Harry were sneaking out, trying to find the troll for the lols of it and Ron was doing according to the canon storyline. The four of them don’t completely get along first, mostly because Draco cannot stand the mudblood, but after heated arguments and a deal on the quidditch field (”If I catch the snitch, and I will, before you make a single goal, Malfoy, you stop calling Hermione a mudblood.”) he finally accepts to keep his mouth shut and roll his eyes a minimum when they hang out with the Gryffindors. The four of them goes in the trap for the philosopher stone. Draco helps Hermione carrying Ron to the infirmary.

In the second year, by having a true friend, Draco jerk attitude gradually fainted. Harry and him, both understand each other without words ever needed. They also hang a lot with Ron and Hermione. Draco is always quiet when they are with them. He’s too busy rolling his eyes. Harry tells Draco about Dobby and Draco forces Dobby to stop trying to kill his friend and tell them about the Chamber of Secrets. They practice Quidditch together all the time. Draco complains about his dad a lot. They use polyjuice to spy on the teachers to learn more about the chamber of secrets, instead, all they learn is about McGonnagall’s wife. Draco and Ron are both with Harry in the Chamber of Secrets but are separated when Lockhart uses Ron’s wand. They let Harry go find Ginny and stay quiet for a bit. After a couple of minutes, they start talking and recognise that they have a lot more in common than they thought. They start arguing about their collection of chocolate toads cards.

In the third year, Draco was with Harry, in the train, when the dementors strike. He says a sassy comment when Harry wakes up after fainting, yet he did hear a woman screaming. It was his mum. Screaming at his dad. They always fight. He’s jealous that Harry spends time with Lupin. He feels lonely. He hates the other Slytherins. Especially, Pansy Parkinson. She’s always following him around. He finds himself spending more time with Ron and Hermione in order to avoid her. They talk about how shitty is Divination class. Pansy Parkinson is the one that gets hit by Buckbeak. She wants to impress Draco. She’s the first one to notice that Draco is hypnotised by Harry Potter. She hates it. Draco is the one that falls off his broom. He cannot participate in the saving of Buckbeak nor Sirius because he’s in the infirmary for a long time (don’t worry Harry visits him often).

By the fourth year, we get to see both of characters to evolve together, tease each other, flirt with each other under sassy comments. Draco helps Harry getting ready for the Triwizard Tournament. Harry finds Draco tied up in the lake; he’s the person he cares the most about. Harry tells Hermione about how if he was a girl he would invite Draco to the Yule Ball. Draco invites Pansy (because he knows she’ll accept) to make Harry jealous. Harry goes with Parvati to convince himself he doesn’t have feelings for Draco. He promptly realises he’s been lying to himself when he sees Draco holding Pansy tightly. Draco starts going out with her. Lots of drama. The third task happens. It kills Draco to see Harry so devastated after Cedric’s death. If finds him in Maugrey’s office with Dumbledore and Co. Harry is angry at Draco because he saw his dad that night. Their dads. Draco is petrified, struck for the first time of the horrors his father took a part to. Maybe even is mother. Reconciliation. Draco’s character development of the end of the seventh book happens.

By the fifth year, Harry sassy comments to Draco’s father made Draco realise that his home is not at the Malfoy’s manor. Narcissa, loyal confident of her son, offers that he moves definitely with Andromeda after a torrid fight she has with her son about their link with Voldemort. She knows he will be happier there. She also knows Voldemort plans and she wants to distance her precious son from this toxic household. Andromeda’s house is also very close to the Dursleys. Draco teams up with Harry for the Dumbledore Army. They also team up with Fred and George to prank Umbridge, a lot. Harry and Draco kiss for the first time at a meeting everyone forgot except them. Harry tells Hermione. Draco tells Ron. Draco goes to the Christmas party at 12 Grimmauld place. Harry tells clumsily Sirius about his bisexuality. Sirius is moved by Harry’s confidence and tells him about how James and Lily would be proud of their son. How he is proud of the man he became. Harry and Draco cuddle secretly and it helps Harry with his nightmares. Draco freezes at the fight of the ministry. What if his father or his mother are there? He cannot risk hurting them. He holds Harry when Sirius dies. He holds Harry after Voldemort’s fight. His parents learn about it. Narcissa knew. Lucius is infuriated, goes to Andromeda’s to talk his son out of the noxious relation he shares with Harry Potter. Draco stands up for the first time against his father.

In the sixth year, they accept their affection for each other and team up with Ron and Hermione to destroy Voldemort. The whole Halfblood Prince thing isn’t happening nor is Draco plotting against Dumbledore, Snape is charged to kill Dumbledore and he’s the one that lets the Death Eaters into the castle. Draco is constantly haunted by the face of disgust of his father when he looked at him the last time they met. He accepts to help Harry but makes him understand he won’t be able to fight Death Eaters if they meet any. 

It all goes according to canon until they are at the Malfoy’s manor and Bellatrix tortures Draco for having betrayed his family and his blood. The scars he gets replaces the one left by Sectum Sempra in canon. Narcissa is at Andromeda’s when it happens. When she learns about it, she breathes in painfully and promises to herself to help Harry when the time comes. Lucius tells her when she comes back in order to win back her trust. She’s so angry at Bellatrix but she hides it impeccably, she volunteers to do extra work for Voldemort to conceal her rage. It makes her gain even more his trust for when the Moment comes. Everything goes as canon, except that it is Pansy Parkinson that goes hysteric in the Room of Requirements and set fire to it. Draco was the one that went in the Chamber of Secrets because he always hears his boyfriend talk in Parseltongue in his sleep. Draco has a breakdown when he sees Harry in the arms of Hagrid and Narcissa, helpless, by his side. When Harry moves, he automatically runs to him and throws his wand at him. He then runs into the castle to find another wand but ends up helping Sybil Trelawney with an injured student. He understands that even if he despised her classes, she’s a good person and is worth respect.

The epilogue is that after the war they both become professors at Hogwarts; Harry is the D.A.D.A. teacher and Draco is the potions teacher. They adopt Teddy Lupin and it makes them want to adopt more children: James, Scorpius, Neville and Lily. All is well.

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A loud moan passes your lips as your boyfriend rolls his hips into you again, hitting your g-spot with force. You grip onto his arms which rest either side of you as he speeds up and can’t stop yourself from yelling out his name. His loud moans mingle with yours, and soon the room is filled with the sound of slapping skin and moans. It’s no wonder you couldn’t hear his mum walk in, until she screams in shock.

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Come Closer

Summary: It’s the 19th of October, 2009. This is Phil’s story.

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 10.5k

Warnings: mentions of alcohol

Extra tags: 2009 phan, reality, slow burn

A/N: So I’ve been working on this fic since late July??? And honestly, I can’t believe it’s finally ready to go out into the world! Huge huge thanks to the wonderful @burgundyhowell and @insectbah for looking this over and just being lovely people in general! This fic wouldn’t be where it is now without your awesome help!

Happy 8 years, everyone!

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New tweet from @danisnotonfire: there are absolutely no good magazines in any of the whsmiths. ended up purchasing a kerrang because xbox magazine was shit. ON THE TRAIN :)

Those last three words did more for Phil than his morning coffee ever did.

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Cupcakes and a child’s love

Words: 2.9k

Genre: Fluff

Description:  Dan is working at the bakery “The Cake Whisperer” when a man and his child come into his life. All it took was a spiderman cupcake.

Warnings: none (mention of a creepy dude)

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Guarding The Goddess

Originally posted by jetaimeps

I know that it’s been forever lovelies, but I hope this one makes up for it. It’s pretty long and I think that it’s pretty good too. Also I’m going to tag @txhohood in this bc I totally didn’t see her Harry night last night and I feel like such a shitty person bc I have so many Harry things that I could have sent in. Love ya bubs!

“Know tha yer all upset bout those petty people online, but I promise tha I won’t ever let them hurt yah. I won’t ever let anyone hurt yah or our baby girl, d’yah understand?”

Harry was kissing down her breasts and onto her stomach. Spending a bit more time there than he usually would just because he knew that’s where his little lady was growing.

“You don’t even know if it’s a girl Harry.”

Y/N was teasing him, but she did have to admit that she found it so endearing how much he seemed to want a little girl. She could only imagine what a heartbreaker their baby girl would be.

“Know we don’ know yet love, but feels weird calling her an ‘it’ dunnit?”

Y/N laughed, but nodded. She leaned down and met his lips for a gentle kiss, just wondering how she had gotten so lucky to have this amazing man beaming up to her and talking about the baby that they were going to have together.

Harry was just sitting there smiling up at Y/N, watching her pretty face staring down at his.

“Well don’t just sit there and stare, do something.”

or 

There is a bit of backlash from Harry’s little rant and Y/N isn’t taking it too well, so Harry decides to comfort her the best way he knows how. 

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Too Good To Say Goodbye | 2

I wrote this before-hand a part two even before it was requested and I WAS SO FUCKING HAPPY FROM THE ASKS SHIIEEEEEET. Here’s part one!

//

Pardon?”

Harry asked, the three of them fully-knowing that he heard it, his tone being the start of his emotions as opposed to what they think he would react.

“Y/N — Y/N left, Harry.”

All the signs of him being tipsy vanished, setting his glass down on the counter quite harshly which was unknown to him, his eyebrows coming down to furrow.

“What do you — what do you mean she left?”

Both Gemma and Anne abruptly stood up once he leaned himself on the granite counter with his arms, his fingers adorned with rings making noises against the surface.

His mum sighed slowly, her hand going against his shoulder that did not do much to calm Harry at his state nor prevent him from what his panicked actions.

“She’s not — she’s in some other place, love.”

He stopped, a scoff leaving his lips as he shook his head no slowly, looking at his mother who’s trying her best to keep her son’s self-control.

“You’re lying.”

Anne had her mouth slightly apart, her eyes squinting at Harry who’s clearly in disbelief, his face showing both hope and hesitance.

“M'not, Harry.”

He looked around him, his eyes scanning over to every person in his eyesight before looking down again, slightly chuckling.

“No, no. You’re lying, mum. Tell her, Gem,” he turned to his sister who’s just as surprised as their mother, her grip firming on Harry who’s despearate for her answer.

“Mum’s not lying, Harry.”

“You’re — the both of you. You’re shitting me.”

He took a step back, his finger taking turns on pointing the both of them, mumbling words over and over again until he felt a hand on his arm.

“She’s here. She’s got to be here.”

Harry started walking with the both of them following suit, pleads leaving their mouths for him to stop for awhile and talk to them, each time with his heart dropping every time he can’t find you on a spot where he thinks you are.

He’s undeniably nervous, a little prick on his chest when he knows he’s running out of places for you to be found, his hands clenching and unclenching every time.

“Where — where is she? I mean-…”

Harry’s rambling, his head snapping to every direction when he’s out at the balcony, the last place for him to look for you, the music being too loud in his mind and the conversations turning to chatters.

“Why does it matter?”

Gemma asked, her stern yet accusing tone immediately catching her brother whose head just snapped to look at her, his mouth parting open, admittedly being a bit intimidated on how harsh he’s looking at her.

“Why? Why does it matter? For fuck’s sake, Gemma, she’s my friend! She isn’t here and you-…”

“Well there goes the reason! Y/N left because she doesn’t just look to you as a friend!”

Anne couldn’t do anything about the siblings’ intense banter, noticing that Harry’s shoulders visibly fell as there were no words that were being able to come out of his mouth.

“You’re lying. Mum, tell me that Gem’s lying because I swear-…”

She deeply exhaled, her finger pointing to her younger brother who’s resorting to their mother for him to be atleast comforted with a lie, wanting to hear what he needs.

“It’s the truth, Harry. It’s all on you because you’ve been blind as a bat to see it!”

He’s unknowingly shaking, his fingers not being able to stay still as he looked down the ground, not being able to swallow the knot in his throat.

Harry couldn’t take the what he’s feeling in him for any longer, his figure slouchening as he shakily sat on the bench, Gemma and Anne standing in front of him to give him his space.

“Where — are you still talking to her?”

He didn’t know where to start. He didn’t know what to ask first nor didn’t even distinguish his thoughts one by one from each other as everything’s flooding his mind. He doesn’t even know what to do.

Gemma already unlocked her phone, giving it to Harry as his shaking hands got it from her, pressing the first thing he saw which were the messages, his trembling being visible as his mum tried to calm him down.

He scrolled past every single message, a drop in his chest as he knew it wasn’t you that he knows who’s replying to every single one.

Harry was used to having follow-up messages after each one instead of short-worded replies. Harry’s used to seeing you in tagged pictures smiling, not the other way around of you smiling both fakely and tiredly.

Harry’s used to seeing you being so happy that it was contagious. That it was almost unbearable to feel less whenever someone’s with you.

He’s so used to it that it makes him feel worse than it should now that he knows he’s the reason behind it.

“Call her.”

He held the phone to Gemma, a look of confusion in her face as why he wouldn’t be the one to do it.

Please, just call her. Put her on speaker.”

Harry let her be the one to do it not just because he couldn’t properly hold the phone with his shakiness but it’s also because he doesn’t know what to say.

“Hi, lovie. Did I wake you?”

His head raised upon Gemma’s opening line, undeniably hurting once he heard your tired reply.

“Not at all, Gem.”

“Just wanted to check on you. See, uhm-…”

Harry nudged his sister as he mouthed the words she barely understood, getting the mean of it as she tried to put herself in his position.

“The company I’m in is offering to fly me somewhere I’d like to do a feature on it. Then I figured, I wanted to see you again.”

He’s visibly upset over the fact that you’re a plane ride away than what used to be minutes, let alone be the fact that you left.

Harry feels and is empty, the ache in his chest increasing when he knows what he’s done.

//

Jet lag didn’t stop Harry from going straight from the airport to knock on your door which he knew from the address you texted Gemma with.

Nothing stopped Harry either from crying unexpectedly, when you answered the door, the both of you least expecting each other at this situation.

He said nothing, not even waiting for the invitation for him to come in he had the feeling wouldn’t even be given to him by you, tightly hugging you as he kicked the door closed.

No words were spoken, only his loud sobs filling up the space you’ve crashed in that belonged to your friend who wasn’t there at the moment.

“I should’ve said I love you.”

Harry’s mind went blank, everything coming back to him that made his head to be buried deeper on your shoulder.

“I should’ve done a lot of things.”

He hiccuped in between his sobs, his grip tightening on you as the pain increased, his chest feeling like it was being sickly twisted.

“I should’ve realized earlier.”

He’s heavily breathing, both wanting to look and not to look at you due to the facts he hasn’t seen you for a month and that he’s afraid of seeing your state respectively.

“I should’ve loved you earlier.”

He’s almost relieved, his sobs dying down as nothing has really settled in his mind except for you.

“I — I should’ve done a lot of things.”

Harry stopped, looking at you momentarily as he felt the pain ease down with you who he has honestly prayed for, his eyes closing just so that he’d calm down, swallowing the lump in his throat.

“But I know I shouldn’t repeat the mistake of letting you go again.”



Impromptu part three! | Masterlist

Cramps & Cozy Baths

Heyyyooo! This is just a small little blurb, because I am having a hellish period right now and the thought of Harry cuddling me makes me feel better!

Warnings: None it’s just cute. Slight mention of nudity?


You hated periods.

You were pretty sure if you were a lesbian who never wanted kids, or just someone who didn’t want kids in general, you would immediately get your tubes tied. Of course, you had to want children in your future, so getting your tubes tied, unfortunately, was not in your near future, and this meant suffering for 5 days every month.

This month, for whatever reason, your cramps were rendering you absolutely useless. For the past two days you had been bundled up in your bedroom, curled around a heating pad with a bottle of Midol on you at all times, but you still felt like your stomach was twisting in on itself and trying to kill you. You had barely touched your phone, and even when you tried, the pain in your stomach was so bad your vision was too blurry from the tears in your eyes to read whatever was on your screen. It was obvious your period was going to be bad this time around, considering you went through half a box of tampons in one day, and you really just wanted to relax in the bath. But, you had just forced yourself to take a shower a few hours earlier, and the thought of leaving the comfort of your bed and your heating pad again made your stomach hurt even more, if that was even possible.

Harry had been worrying about you all day due to your lack of communication, something that was rare between the two of you. You had been best friends for years, and you rarely ever went a day without talking to one another, even if it was just a quick text message to say hello and make sure everything was going well. He immediately noticed that you had been acting off the other day over the phone, and after not hearing from you at all yesterday or today, despite how many times he had called and texted, by 1pm he decided it would be best for him to pop by and make sure you were okay himself. 

The second he slipped the spare key you had given him into the lock and opened the door, he knew something was off. Usually the second he entered your apartment he was assaulted by the scent of whatever candle you were burning that day, the sound of a vinyl blasting through your living room, and the sight of you jumping around the small area with a smile on your face; today, there was absolutely no sign of life in the small apartment, which caused Harry’s worrying to kick into overdrive. The door was quickly shut behind him before he was popping his head into your kitchen, his eyes immediately falling on your cell phone which was currently on the island counter plugged in, meaning you definitely had to be home. Earlier in the day, you had pulled yourself out of bed to grab a bottle of water and ended up leaving your phone downstairs to charge, and you just couldn’t be bothered to go downstairs and grab it when you remembered.

Next, Harry was toeing off his boots quickly before jumping up the small set of stairs you had that lead to your bedroom, and he let out a sigh of relief as he turned the corner and saw your figure lying on your bed through your bedroom door which was currently wide open.

As soon as he entered your bedroom, you could smell him. His cologne was something you had gotten so used to smelling that the scent immediately brought you comfort as it wafted throughout your bedroom, signaling that he was there. You didn’t jump or scream as you felt the bed dipping next to you, all you did was sigh as he wrapped his arm around you and pulled your back against his front, taking on the role of the big spoon (which you would hear about later, when he would say you owed him because he liked to be the little spoon), his hand resting on the heating pad that was over your stomach, and it finally clicked. Harry knew all about your periods, which is to be expected when you’ve been best friends with someone for over 10 years. You had always been very open about it, and Harry always did his best to comfort you; talking about periods never bothered him, after all, he did grow up with his mum and sister, and he felt that acting grossed out about something that was natural was just childish. Periods didn’t bother him whatsoever, he just hated seeing how they affected you every month.

“Had me worried sick, bug,” his voice was quiet, his chin resting on top of your head as his hand slipped in-between your stomach and the heating pad as he began to slowly knead his fingers against your lower stomach, where he knew your cramps were always the worst.

“M’sorry, haven’t been on my phone much,” your voice was rough as you spoke, considering those were the first real words you had spoken in the past two days that weren’t you groaning about pain to yourself.

You could already feel yourself relaxing into Harry as he spoke and his fingers kept working on your stomach, and you were suddenly regretting not grabbing your phone earlier and sending him a quick text, asking him to come over.


Eventually, you ended up falling asleep in Harry’s arms, and he fell asleep not long after you. By the time your cramps decided to come back full force and wake you up, it was now 5pm and even waking up in Harry’s arms wasn’t enough to make the pain go away. You slowly moved out of his arms, forcing yourself out of the bed and into the bathroom, knowing you would need a tampon change and hoping you could find something that was stronger than the midol you had been relying on. Of course, as your luck would have it, the cabinet was empty and the pain in your stomach was so bad you decided to take a seat right on the cold floor, your head leaning against the cabinets. 

It wasn’t long before Harry woke up as well, the lack of warmth from your body causing his body to flip over onto your side and shoot awake when you weren’t there. The light from the bathroom was peaking through a sliver in the door, and he got up slowly, peaking in the bathroom where he saw you now lying on the ground.

“Love,” he groaned, pushing the door open fully as he walked in and kneeled down in front of you, “Should’ve woken me up,” his hand was running through your hair softly as you shrugged, mumbling something about not wanting to bother him, which only caused him to huff and shake his head, “Stubborn, ya kno’ that? Drive me crazy.” As a response, all you did was pout up at him, which he responded to by tugging on your bottom lip lightly before standing up and reaching over to the bathtub to get it started.

“What are you doing?” your head was now tilted towards him, watching as he made sure the temperature was perfect before blocking the drain, letting the water fill the bath.

“M’runnin’ ya’ a bath, what’s it look like silly?” the bag of bath bombs you had next to the bath was now in his hands as he rummaged through it, trying to find your favorite one for when you had cramps, “The warm water will help your cramps, and I’ll stay in here and keep ya’ company so I know you’re okay.”

All you could do was manage a smile, pushing yourself up into a sitting position as you watched Harry tossing the bath bomb into the bath, his eyes widening as he watched it explode with color for a few minutes before his attention was back on you. You were staring up at him, a fond smile on your lips as he raised his eyebrows at you, reaching his hands down and signaling you to grab onto them, which was met with a grunt from you as you slapped your hands into his, letting him pull you up.

Harry had seen you naked plenty of times, that was something that was bound to happen in years of friendship. Neither of you were a stranger to barging in on one another completely in the nude, so when Harry’s fingers wrapped around the hem of your shirt and started to tug it off, you didn’t even flinch, all you did was raise your arms so he could toss it off. No matter how many times Harry had seen your boobs though, he couldn’t help the way his eyes wandered on them longer than they definitely should, but who could blame him? You had really nice boobs, which he had told you before, to be fair.  The next thing to be thrown off were your panties, before Harry was helping you into the bathtub and tossing your discarded clothes into the laundry hamper that was next to the door.

“S’the water okay?” he had pulled up the makeup chair you had in your bathroom next to the tub, and you gave him a nod and a smile as you leaned your back against the tub wall. Due to the bath bomb, the only thing that could be seen through the water was a slight outline of your body, but nothing else.

“Thank you,” you spoke up after a moment of sitting in the water, the scent of your bath bomb and the warm water working to relax your muscles, and stomach. 

“F’course, bug,” he smiled down at you, his hand playing with your hair that was falling over the side of the tub, his fingers massaging your scalp every now and then.

“Can you braid my hair?” a few moments of comfortable silence had passed before you spoke up, sitting up in the tub and bringing your knees to your chest as you looked at him with wide and hopeful eyes. A laugh left his lips as he nodded, and you smiled wide as you turned so your back was now facing him and your head was tilted against his lap as he began to run his fingers through your long hair, separating it and beginning the braid.


Harry was currently bouncing around your kitchen as you sat at the table, your eyes following him as he whipped together a dinner for you two, even though you had protested and said you could just order take out. He refused, of course, because he knew you probably hadn’t eaten because of your cramps and your first meal wasn’t going to be take out. You had spent a good amount of time in the bath, and by the time Harry was helping you out and finding you a shirt to wear (he had opted for a sweater that was his that he found hidden in your drawer, being sure to comment that it looked better on you anyways) your cramps had finally dissipated. 

You had been in love with Harry for as long as you could remember, and times like this only made your feelings for him intensify, even though you knew you would never act on them. You didn’t want to lose Harry, because at the end of the day he was your best friend, and you couldn’t live without him. But, that didn’t stop you from coming up behind him in the kitchen and wrapping your arms around him tightly from behind, your cheek resting against his tone back.

“Thank you for taking care of me,” you mumbled quietly, and you could feel Harry’s hands sliding over yours that were resting on his stomach and lacing with yours, giving your hands a soft squeeze.

“Always gonna take care of ya,” one of his hands slipped out of yours, and you heard him turning the stove off and pushing the pot with spaghetti off of the burner before he was turning around in your arms, wrapping his own around you and pulling you in closer to him, “Wish you would’ve called me earlier though, could’ve been here all week.” he was sincere as he spoke, and you knew 100% that he wouldn’t hesitate to stay with you an entire week, just making sure you felt better and were being taken care.

“Nooo, couldn’t keep you from all your friends for that long just to take care of little ole’ me. Not that important,” you shrugged, your chin resting on his chest as you looked up at him and he frowned down at you. His arms unwound themselves from around you and only seconds later his hands were on either side of your face, holding your cheeks as he pressed his forehead against yours.

“F’course you’re important, bug. Most important person in m’life, ya kno’ that,” his nose was bumping with yours in an eskimo kiss, something you two did often without even really thinking about it, “Wouldn’t wanna be anywhere but here, takin’ care of you, to be honest.”

You didn’t respond, because you didn’t really know how to without spilling your guts to him, so you just bumped your nose back against his, letting your eyes fall closed as you relaxed into his body. In the next minute though, his lips were on yours and you completely froze for a second, causing him to start to pull back which quickly snapped you out of it and your hand reached behind his neck quickly, refusing to let him tilt his head back as you pressed your lips firmly against his again until both of your lips were moving in sync. You were now backed up into the island, his body pressed as close to yours as it could get as his hands slipped under your (his) sweater, resting on your hips as his fingers dug into your skin softly, and both of your bodies felt as if they were going to explode any second, but in the best way possible.

Harry had no idea what came over him, but he knew he had been wanting to kiss you for years and for some reason, standing in your kitchen at that moment, he just couldn’t hold it back anymore. He had realized throughout the day that taking care of you was one of his favorite things to do, and he really wouldn’t mind doing it for the rest of your lives. But, he didn’t want to do it at as a friend. He wanted to be able to lean over and kiss you on the lips whenever he felt like it, rather than having to settle for kisses on your forehead or cheek.

Eventually you both had to pull back for air, your breathing ragged as you looked up at him through your eyelashes, both of your cheeks flushed and a wide smile now on Harry’s face.

“Have no clue how long v’been wanting to do that,” and you couldn’t help but laugh as the words left his lips, because of course you did.

“Think I’ve been wanting you to do it even longer.”

All Harry did was smile, his thumb running along your cheekbone as he looked down at you, and he felt as if his heart was about to burst out of his chest.

“Does this mean ya’ mine? Cause I don’ wanna kiss and then neither of us talk about it and be confused. I’d really like for you to be mine,” his words were rushed as he spoke, and you could see his cheeks deepening, the blush creeping down his throat, and all you could do was wrap your arms around his waist and place your lips on his once more, hoping that was a good enough answer for him.

Maybe you didn’t hate periods so much anymore.

anonymous asked:

okay but georgie walking in on bill giving stan a bunch of lovebites and hes just like "nooooo what are you doing billy?!" and he tries to protect stan for the rest of the day and he's 99% convinced his brother's a vampire, their parents come home and before bill can shoved georgie into his room he's yelling "MUM DAD BILLY'S A VAMPIRE LOOK WHAT HE DID TO STAN'S NECK!!" both boys are mortified and georgie doesnt understand why his parents are laughing

hkfjhkhdkjsdk georgie is trying to look after stan bc he is a Cool Dude n obviously WAY too good for billy if hes biting him like that!!!!!!!!!

jonas has always been a great character, young and flawed and trying his best. he was always there for isak through all the shit with his mum, and although he made some stupid choices about eva he did just want her to be happy. he just didn’t know how to make it happen.

BUT, the same way we saw isak grow up a lot, we really saw it with jonas too. in season three he’s taken a big step away from the guy teasing, ‘you only know gay songs’ to then calling out isak when he said that the dance instructor was 'so gay’. he’s obviously environmentally and socially conscious, he works hard, and the guys seem to really admire and look up to him.

so here is this sexually confident, and emotionally strong character that has always worked as a foil for people who don’t really know who they are or are struggling with what that is. celebrating self love and self care has always been central to skam characters, and jonas has so much of that, both for himself and to foster in others.

it begs the question then, DOES he get a season? do we find out more about how he was raised, and what he was taught, and how he uses that privilege for better? or does he take a back seat BECAUSE of that? does he continue to simply be there, and be available, as characters who struggle with bigger things are finally given a voice?

I’d be so interested to see his season, to see more of what makes him tick - I just wonder where they’d take it.

Headcanon that Peter was very, very worried about Yondu’s appearance at first.

Not because the man was blue, or scary sometimes, or threatened to let the others eat him, mind you. Little Peter quickly understands that it’s actually the man’s influence who keeps him alive – as long as Yondu is there, nobody wants or can eat him. Or kidnap him. Or just… hurt him.

No, Peter is worried about Yondu’s bald head and the scar adorning it.

It reminds Peter of his Mum – how she lost her hair after the cancer took hold, and how the doctors left a scar on her head when they tried to take the tumor out but failed.

Not so sure if cancer is really a problem here in space and if blue people (aliens???) like Yondu could get the illness, too, Peter becomes very, very worried. What if Yondu dies like his Mum and he is all alone out here? In space, with no family, no home, and no one to protect him from the mean guys who want to eat him anymore?

He doesn’t want Yondu to die. But he’s also not sure if he’s allowed to just walk up to the Ravager and ask him about stuff like this.

It becomes something Peter is constantly thinking about. He watches – from a good distance – if Yondu shows any signs of illness like his Mum did. He lingers when others already left the room, just to see if Yondu is alright (until the Captain barks at him to get lost, what’s the business with all that staring anyway?). He basically stays glued to Yondu’s side even more so than before.

It’s not lost on Yondu, either, and it starts to annoy him. He can’t stand the worried, almost fearful look Peter directs at him constantly, especially since he had estimated that the boy was no longer afraid of him. 

So when they are alone on the bridge one day, Peter once again lingering behind when everyone is already out to get to work, Yondu snaps and barks, “What’cha staring at the whole time, boy?! Something wrong with ma face?!”

Peter blinks (doesn’t flinch or go pale, so he is not afraid, the Ravager notes). He seems to hesitate, frowning, before he points to Yondu’s head and the pale crisscross of scars there. “Is that… are you… how did you get that?”

Now it’s Yondu who hesitates, taken aback. “…’S an old thing. None of your business.”

“So you’re not… sick?”

“Ain’t been sick for a long time, boy, why would I be now?”

And to Yondu’s utter disbelieve, Peter smiles, wide and happy. “That’s good!”

(And who the heck had been the last one to really truly think that it was good that Yondu was okay, that he was healthy and there and…)

“If that’s it, ya can scamper of now, Quill.”

“Okay!”

And still beaming and all but skipping with every step, Peter – for the first time since being “picked up” – actually does as he has been told and rans off, all but radiating joy.

Yondu is left to ponder over the little boy that was supposed to be cargo, and who is now slowly but surely starting to become much more than that.

And if Peter still stays very much glued to Yondu’s side and if Yondu doesn’t shoo him away but lets him, the Ravager seemingly ignoring the boy who once in a while smiles up to him full of relief, then nobody dares to say anything.

And if Yondu hears about how Peter’s Mum died for the first time, the pieces click together, and he proceeds to slap Peter over the head for thinking that he would die on him and Peter only protests a bit before laughing – then that’s also only their business.

Ride Me Baby *Part 4* (Harry Styles Mini Series)

Originally posted by perfectfeelings


Hey guys this chapter is very sexual/sad so this is a warning. But I did enjoy writing this chapter, there is going to big a big story line in the next chapter so be sure to keep an eye out. But without further of due here is chapter 4, I hope you guys enjoy this one-K xxx

 

**WARNING EXPLICIT AND DETAILED CONTENT, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK** +18

 

 Word Count: 4,832

Harry’s POV

Sitting in the coffee shop looking at my phone, trying to think of who to call. I only really have Y/N here with me in LA that I could really stay with and talk to, I miss London. The only person that comes to mind is Kendall but its only going to make things worse if I call her. She is the only person who I can think of right now. “Hey Harry, how was your vacation?” Kendall’s voice, so chirpy on the other line. This is the awakening I needed, I knew I was making the wrong decision. “Eh, sorry Kendall, didn’t mean to dial your number” “Oh, no worries, Ill talk to you later on” “Okay take care” I immediately hung up the phone. I paid the cashier and walked back to our apartment, well I ran, to make sure that Y/N was still there, hopefully waiting for me to come back like she always does.

I swiftly opened the front door and I walked into the living room to see my beautiful fiancé sleeping on the sofa with her legs tucked in front of her stomach. She looked so peaceful, but most likely not the way she fell sleep. I walked closely to her and knelt down to see her face, her makeup smeared down her face. To think I had done that to her was the worst feeling in the world. I knew that I had to fix this. I slowly pulled her body towards mine and I lifted her to our bed and tucked her in. I gave her a light kiss to her forehead and tip toed out the door. “I didn’t think you would have came back” I wimper of a voice whispered and I turned around to see her pale complexion looking directly at me. “Baby of course I came back, I love you, so much. I just needed a little breather that’s all” I sat down beside her and took her hands into mine. “You know nothing will ever break us, not Kendall, no the media, no one. Okay?” “Okay Harry, I love you. And I’m sorry, for everything” Her lip started to quiver as she looked down at our hands intertwined. “Y/N don’t ever think this is just your fault. I’m the main one to blame here” “No Harry your not. Your a nice guy that likes to keep everyone on good terms and I get that. I was never worried about us or you ever cheating on me because I know that you would never do that. Its just what she would be capiable of doing was something that I was more worried about.” “What do you mean?” She raised her body so she was sitting up properly facing me. “I don’t know the girl, but she comes across nice and polite because that’s just what the media is painting her out to be. And the media paints me out to be some nobody who stole harry from a celebrity, which don’t worry I’m not saying that I’m offended by that which I’m not. Its just that’s what I think she thinks of me too” I sat and thought long and hard about what she was saying, and you know what? It actually makes sense. I mean, yeah loads of celebrities always marry or date different celebrities, but that doesn’t mean that its always like that. “I get what your saying, it does make sense. But right now, I don’t care, and you shouldn’t let that affect our relationship because at the end of the day if Kendall was a decent friend, she wouldn’t even be having them thoughts. If that’s her plan well then she’s turned out to be a cunt, just saying” We both started laughing and I looked at her face studying mine. “Yeah your right” “I know I’m right, okay?” “Okay” “I love you and I don’t want you listening to anyone else and get on with our lives, right?” “Right” She giggled as she sat up and kissed me hard. “Right then, lets go and tell everyone the good news” Her face dropped as if I had pulled the P word out on her. I looked at her ring and pointed towards it. She immediately started laughing “Yes oh my god, I completely forgot” “Well lets make it something that you never want to forget” I lifted her off of the bed and swung her legs around my torso and pushed her lips onto mine. My hands went swiftly to her perked bum and gave her cheeks a good squeeze. “First stop, mums?” “But, that’s in England” “Well youll need to start packing”

Y/N’s POV

I couldn’t believe that me and Harry were on our way to visit his family and tell them the good news. I just hope that the press haven’t leaked anything out to the public, but so far so good. Once me and harry got off the aeroplane we walked straight to his car and drove off to Cheshire. I love it when we go places so spontaciously and that paps don’t know a thing, it just makes you feel like your you, and your free, like a nobody. But in a good way. I rolled down the window as he drove down the motorway to the town and just took in the lovely fresh air and looked around the natural scenery around us. So peaceful, I wish we could come down to his home more because its just so refreshing. “Im so happy we are finally telling people about us, I cant wait” Harry stated as he took my hand from my thigh and intertwined our fingers to softly yet passionately. “Im so glad we are back home, feels like ages from we have been here” “I know I’m sure your excited to see everyone again, especially the fam bam” I giggled as he looked at me in complete awe in what I was saying. I loved the way he looked at me when I was talking. It felt like he was just lost in my words. I loved the way his mouth sometimes moved to the words that I was saying, the way his eyes diverts to mine then back to my moving lips. “Your my family now too, so no matter where I go, you are my family” “Harry” I gave his cheek a quick peck, I didn’t want him to loose concentration of the road ahead.

We finally got to the village/town, and it was so homey, the tiny markets outside, the small shops around the squared off town, it was just something about it that made me see that this is was peace is like. “Here we are” “Thank god my bum is going numb” Harry giggled when I said that while rubbing my bum under the seat. “Ill help and make the numbness go away babe” His hand clung straight to my waist to move me up and he put his hands right under my bum. “Babe I think its okay” His chuckle filled the whole car, my favourite sound. We got out of the car and went straight to the boot to grab our bags, of course mine being heavier than his. And being the gentleman that he is he took most of the bags and let me go in first to help him open the doors, but I always knock, its very rude if you don’t, mother in law to be or not. “Harry! Y/N! I’m so happy you guys are here, oh my word” Anne came rushing out through the door before I even had reached it. “Y/N let me take them off your hands love, please come inside” “Thank you Anne” As I walked into the porch of their beautiful home I was welcomed by Harry’s dad, step dad, Gemma and a whole lot of his family and old friends. “Wow mum this is amazing, did you tell the whole town to come town and surprise us?” “Harry this is a rare moment, we almost never see you down here so we had to make the most of it” Robin said as he came from the kitchen and grabbed the suitcases from Harry then went for a hug. “Missed you guys so much” He went to Anne and gave her the longest hug ever. Looking across at Harry I seen a few tears streaming down his face, but of course Harry tried to hide it from everyone, but nothing passes me. “Thank you all so much for coming” He mumbled as he tried to save his voice from admitting he got abit emotional. Of course I would want him to be emotional. He hasn’t seen his family from my birthday which was a good 7 months ago. I walked over to Harry when everyone started walking into the kitchen to serve out food and what not. “Hey, you okay?” “Yeah baby I’m good” We shared a quick kiss and made out way into the kitchen to join the rest of the party. “Harry” Gemma screamed, running towards us as fast as she could get past people. The amount of people is incredible, its so hard to know where to go. “Oh my god Gem” Harry whisked her up off of the floor doing a little twirl. “Harry I cant believe your here, this is insane” Her eyes diverted to mine and again her eyes widened and she made a little scream out of her little frame and tried to tackle harry to get at me. “Y/N oh my god I didn’t know you were coming this is unreal, ahh I missed you girl” She gripped my waist and lifted me off of the floor giving me the tightest hug ever. Im not a very forthcoming person when it comes to hugs and stuff, but with Gemma ill have to get used to it. “Hey Gemma its so nice to see you too” “We have so much to catch up on girl” “I know its been ages, so happy that I’m here” “Good, were so happy that you came” “Me too chick me too” “Listen up everyone” I hear Robin shout to the crowd. “Im so happy ad grateful that you guys have came out here today to celebrate our main man and his woman back home” The applauds filled the room as we looked around, everyone looking at us, I hate this kind of attention so I rolled my headi into Harrys shoulders, and his hand moved directly to my waist and kissed my head. “But Harry I have a surprise for you, cmon out lads” Thats when Niall and Liam came strutting out of the living room and into the kitchen with their sassy walks they put on making all of us laugh and cheer. “Lads” His hands left them to go over to them and give them a hug. Its so nice to see them all still friends and getting along, I think that’s what all of us wanted.

Harry’s POV

I’m so happy that everyone came out here to welcome us home, even the lads, I’m still beyond shocked. I was sitting with Liam and Niall catching up. Talking about the movie, their new music, personal lives, everything that we needed to talk about. I miss these lads so much, but there is only so much time of your life you can be with them. I do really miss it though. I caught a quick glimpse of Y/N talking to mum, dad and Gem, I love the way that they connect, I just knew that she was the one for me, but seeing them get along with no drama is what made it the final decision breaker. It wouldn’t have mattered either way but its brownie points really. “Y/N” I shouted over to grab her attention from the deep conversation they were having. “C ’mere love” “Okay ill be right over” “Lads gimmie one second I just need to talk to Y/N is that okay?” “Of course it is man take your time with the missis” Niall replied. “Cheers mate” I replied and met Y/N half way. “What’s up babe” Y/N smiled at me with that cute smile, she’s irresistible. “I think its time to tell them about us” Her eyes gave a doubtful look, then looked around us. “I mean, here, now? I mean I thought we were just telling you parents?” “But what a perfect way to tell everyone. This is all my friends ad family here, everyone is going to find out eventually, and I would rather let them hear it from us than the media, then that would be a whole blow up, and that’s the last thing I want. Please” I pouted at her, I grabbed her hands and placed them on my waist. I pulled her in more towards me so I could read her expressions better. “Okay if that’s what you want I don’t mind” “Look I know that you don’t like big crowds, but I think the time is perfect right now” “Okay” She looked down at her hands on me, trying to hide her nerves in her face. “I love you” “Love you H” She pulled up her face to give me a kiss. Her lips. I could taste them forever. “Guys can I have everyone’s attention, we have a announcement. Everybody” All eyes diverted to us as we stood with our hands interlinked. I looked down at Y/N which she was already facing me. “Me and Y/N are engaged” Everyone’s awes and applauding came with no hesitation, and the floods of all familiar faces came straight towards us to congratulate us. This is going to be a long but unreal day.

A few hours had passed and everyone had left, bar a few close friends that lived nearby so they took it upon themselves to stay longer, which they are more than welcome to. Me, Y/N and Mum were sitting in the kitchen beside the island continuing talking, but most importantly about the wedding. “I still cant believe you guys are engaged. More to the fact I still cant believe that I missed this huge rock on your finger, how could I miss that” Her hand couldn’t let go of Y/N’s, looking at the ring. Y/N couldn’t swipe the smile off of her face as Mum couldn’t take her eyes off it. “Harry has good taste don’t you baby” “I do, anything for my princess” I walked over behind Y/N and put my arms around her shoulders and gave her a kiss to the top of her head. “I think this is enough wedding talk for one night, I think me and Y/N will hit the hay” “Yeah I am getting a little tired” “No problem my lovelies, we can discuss more about the wedding tomorrow, ahh, the wedding, this is so exciting” Mum started to welt up as mothers do. “Mum c’mon don’t be a blubbering mess now, what are you not going to be like at the wedding” I walked over to her and gave her a hug. “I know I know, its a mum thing I think” A mini chuckle came from her as she looked up at me, smiling. “I love you mum but were going to bed, night” “Goodnight my lovelies, sleep tight” “Goodnight Anne”

We both walked upstairs into the bedroom and closed the door shut. I sat down on the bed and took my shoes off giving a sign of relief. “Thank god that evening is over, now I can just sleep” Y/N made her way over to me and pushed me back onto the bed. She pushed herself up on me and pulled her hands through my hair. Oh my god. “Is that all you wanna do..? Just sleep?” Her smirk just lit up the whole room, that sexy smirk that only I see behind closed doors. “Well what else did you have in mind?” I looked at her sexy curves, her dress so tight that it fit and extenuated her body to perfection. “Mmm I’m not sure, but defiantly not sleeping” Her face was not even inches away from mine, torturing me to kiss her, but I wasn’t going to give in, not yet. She quickly got up and made her way til a few feet in front of me. “Babe where are you doing?” “Watching you squirm as I tease the fuck out of you” She slowly took her hair out of her bun and shook it like in one of those hair adverts, so hot. Her hands made her way down to her hips, around her waist and back up to under her breasts. A massive gulp noise came from me as I witnessed her hands moving to remove her dress. My dick is rock hard right now, and I know she can see it. She slowly took her dress off, strap by strap. She pushed it down her waist until it landed like a pool at the bottom of her feet. She pushed it to the side, when I realised what she was wearing. The underwear that I got her before we left for England. “Fuck” I whispered to myself, which was pointless because she heard anyway. Her hands went straight down for her heat, and she didn’t hesitate to move her hand right underneath her knickers and inside of her. Fuck. Her hand started to move in circular motions as her eyes closed with pleasure. I sat on the bed, wanting to touch my rock hard on but I wanted to tease myself, I couldn’t give in, even though this was something that I imagined every single time I was away for work and I was alone. All I could do is imagine her rubbing herself while I fucked my hand to get me off, even though I wanted it to be her. Her moans escaped her mouth when her fingers went deeper. “Let me touch you, please let me touch you” “You have to be good Harry, you cant just get me and not work for it” Her smirk still was the only prominent feature on her face tonight. She was up to something and I liked where this was going. “I don’t care” I quickly got up and lifted her off of the ground and wrapped her legs around me. “Did you really think you were going to get away with teasing me like this? Your going to pay for this” I walked us into the bathroom and pushed her down, turned her around and bent her over the sink. I quickly took out my hard cock and bashed it right into her slick hole. “Aw oh my god Harry” Her moans sky rocketed so loud that the neighbours could hear her. I quickly moved my hand to her mouth while I rammed harder into her tight little virgin like pussy. She doesn’t stretch out which is insanely hot, its like she’s a fucking a virgin every time. “Harry” “Fuck your always so tight for me, you wee whore” I felt like I could feel every inch of her wrapped around me, she feels so warm. Fuck. I’m not wearing a condom. “Baby I have to stop, I’m not using a condom” “Don’t care, just keep going” Her pants and pleasure was all she had in her mind right now. My wit went straight from my head and listened to her and continued pounding into her. My other hand was helping balance her while I fucked her senseless, and my god was this hot. The mirror started to steam up in front of us but I don’t care. She was looking into it while I fucked her. If this is the main thing that is getting her off, ill fucking buy a million mirrors for our house. “You like watching me fuck you, you little slut, you fucking like seeing me ram into you don’t you?” Her moans again got louder which made he smack her ass to get her to shut up, but that never was going to happen. She liked being smacked really hard along her ass. There isn’t a lot of things this girl doesn’t like, and its fucking filthy and sexy. Her body started to shake and she grabbed the sink until her fingers turned white from the pressure, I knew she was coming. As her orgasm came, her walls started clenching around me tighter and tighter. One more thrust, one more thrust and I need to pull out. I pulled out before I came and I quickly started to pump onto her back, watching her in the mirror using her fingers to rub her bean until she came again. I busted my nut all over her back with the biggest moan I’ve ever let out of me. Even when we are in our on house I don’t think we’ve ever been this loud. Maybe its the thought of getting caught in my parents house is the thrill. “Satisfied?” She asked as I pulled some toilet roll off and wiped my cum off of her back. “More than that baby” We left the bathroom and I went straight into the bed, curled up and enjoyed the nice cool duvet’s sheets. Even though its November, I still loved the cool bed linen against my skin, especially after sex. Minutes later Y/N joined me in bed with her little silky shorts and lace bra on and wrapped herself around me and placed her head on my chest. “Gnight H, love you” “Love you more”

Y/N’S POV

I woke up extremely early this morning, like I do every morning. But of course a day that I wasn’t to sleep in, that never happens. The sun was splitting through the curtains which probably didn’t help either. Me and Harry were to worried about riding each other to care about the curtains. Thinking about last night, and how hot it was, it was such a turn on. I had to snap out of it, or else id get horny again. I got up every so quietly and got myself into the shower. I couldn’t get last night out of my head as I continued to wash my body and hair. I couldn’t contain it anymore, I have to do something. I pushed my fingers down to my core and pushed them in as the other hand went straight to my clit, rubbing it abit. And by god was I wet, not from the shower of course. It felt amazing as always. But it wasn’t enough for me. When I tilted my head up from the pleasure I realised the shower head. The shower head is removable. I quickly removed the shower head and brought it straight down to my heat. I moaned out loudly in pleasure, not caring if anyone heard. I took it deeper to my clit, making sure it got everywhere around and in my pussy. My fingers help pump ever so slowly then bashing in so hard to get that spot Harry loves. Thinking about all these different scenarios in my head and repeating the memories from last night was getting me to come quicker than what I thought. “Y/N what are you doing” Harrys faced scared the living death out of me, and the worst part is he caught me masturbating. He has never ever seen me do this before. Oh god, this is so embarrassing. What do I say or do? I froze and dropped the shower head out of my hand.

Harry’s POV

I started to waken up a little when I realise Y/N isn’t here in bed with me, but then I turned around to go back to sleep again. She’s probably went to get water or something, she will be back soon I’m sure. As I went back to sleep I suddenly heard this massive moan coming from the bathroom. I jolted up out of bed and continued to listen. Then I realised that the bathroom light was blaring and the door was slightly open. I wonder what she is doing in there. I put on some boxers and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, then headed towards the bathroom door. I peeped through because I didn’t want to invade her privacy but I wanted to make sure she was okay. Then I see the outline of Y/N. The shower head wasn’t showering her, it was pleasuring her. Ive never ever seen her masturbate, and this just throw me off the edge, I have to help her out before I cum in my boxers just watching her. I slowly went up to the shower door because I didn’t want to scare her. I opened the shower door to her fingering herself and the shower head stuck to her clit, her unaware of my presence. “Y/N what are you doing?” Her face and body froze when I startled her. I don’t think she ever waned to get caught, especially by me. She dropped the shower head and left it dangling from the machine. “Nothing” “Doesn’t seem like nothing to me” I threw a cheeky smile her way, then her face went red. “Babe don’t be embarrassed, I do it all the time when I’m not with you, but you d it so well, it never satisfies me. But its so hot to see you though” I quickly took my boxers off and joined her in the shower. “Mind if I give you a hand?” “Um, yeah, okay” She is still lost for words, she’s so innocent, but pure filthy at the same time. I grabbed the shower head and put it straight to her clit causing her to jump from pleasure. “Does that feel good baby” Her moans just gave me the answer. She didn’t have to say anything else. I lowered myself down til my face was parallel to her heat. I pushed the shower head away and went straight to eat her out. She tasted so sweet, and her juices were creating a pool in my mouth. “You didn’t get enough last night no? You dirty girl” Her hands went straight for my hair, dragging each strand through her fingers. “I’m cumming H oh my god I’m cumming. I grabbed her waist and pulled it further while her juices started to flow down my face. While she is shaking I try to lap up and down her pussy until she is finished from her high. “Wow” was the only thing that came out of her mouth after I was finished with her. “Satisfied?” “Haha very funny” She mocked with a hint of sarcasam in her tone. “Hey watch your words missy, or  ill not eat you out for a week” “Thats okay I have the shower head to keep me company” She giggled in the process of leaving the shower and wrapping a towel around herself. I got out and grabbed another towel and wrapped it around my waist. We both walked out to the bedroom and I sat down taking out my phone, checking out some emails. “You didn’t even get washed you just got dirtier” “Hey watch your words Styles, or ill not give you a blowjob for a whole week” She scowlded, again in a sarcastic tone. “Okay you win” mumbling under my breath I gave into her. “Works everytime” A satisfied grim wiped along her face that I could just kiss right off if I could twenty four seven. There was a sudden loud banging on our bedroom door which knocked us out of our sexual tension. “Harry, Y/N please answee the door, hurry” Harry looked at me in pure fear and ran to answer the door to reveal a crying Gemma, shaking and in utter shock. “Gemma what is going on” “Harry, its dad” My heart sank into the lowest part in my chest that I didn’t know was possible. Not again. “He better not be…” “He’s gone” Gemma started squealing bloody murder. His he gone?

I know the ending is a massive cliff hanger, and I’m sorry if the last bit has distressed any readers/fans of this series. But I hope you guys like this chapter. I will be posting again on Wednesday/Thursday latest. So make sure to keep a eye out on my page. If you have any thoughts or comments please don’t hesitate to contact me and ill get back to you asap. Thank you -K xx

Genuine

“I had to beg Harry just for me to see you first instead of him.”

A distinctly familiar voice struck you out of your thoughts as you looked up from your lap to the door that opened that’s in direct vision from your hospital bed, becoming familiar with it since you’ve been confined in it for two days, starting when a friend obligated to drive you to the hospital when things felt more than having a fever.

“Anne.”

The happy tone in your voice even if it was cracked delighted her in many ways, a smile spreading onto her face as she slightly hunched over you to give a little hug enough to not hit the dextrose in your arm.

“Y/N,” she said as equally as happy, pulling up a chair to sit beside you as she remembered that you’re getting released today, a small chuckle leaving her lips as she could still feel his son’s eagerness and desperation through the walls.

“Harry went absolutely mad when he learned you got rushed in here. I mean, he won’t stop asking questions and all that. That boy couldn’t sleep in peace.”

She rolled her eyes as she could picture clearly the moment when her son called her up in the middle of the night with the least bit of care for timezones when he struck about the news, his voice being in the middle of the verge of crying to being panicked.

“I mean, mum — mum. You’re the nearest to her. Like did she — what happened?
Is she — oh my fucking god.”

“Especially when management told him he needed to finish the show for the night later on before he could catch a flight going here. And for goodness’ sake, he couldn’t keep still.”

“Is she okay? Did she hit her head or something? Did she-…”

Anne let out a little smile even if his son was almost livid from panic and nervousness, letting out a sigh as she pressed the phone closer to her ear and could take the ragged breaths her son’s having from walking back and forth as his characteristic when he’s genuinely not given the assurance of something importa
nt, his fists clenching and unclenching.

“When his plane landed, the first thing he did was ask the driver to fasten up the driving a little over the legal speed limit. He used to complain about jet lag but no, not this time.”

She shook her head, looking at some of the bracelets adorning her wrists as she looked up at you smiling, the happening that happened hours ago still fresh in her mind.

“And you know what?”

“What?”

Your voice was little yet excited as you pursed your lips, your eyes glossing over just the thought of Harry caring for you unconditionally and undoubtedly.

“Saw this thing in him. I knew he couldn’t admit it to anyone else but I know how Harry is and well,” Anne paused, exhaling deeply as she feels fulfilled that Harry is still as down-to-earth as she taught him to be no matter what, a grin coming out.

“He’s scared.”

Your mouth slightly dropped open, the fiddling of your fingers with each other stopping as the statement held so much emotion in them.

“Even if it wasn’t the most major thing, it was to him. Harry’s scared. He was silent, just so nervous thinking about it. He couldn’t let it go.”

Anne chuckled, putting her hand on top of yours gently as the look on her face is genuine and happy, her eyes crinkling that reminded you of Harry every time he did that with you.

She’s testing out the words on her tongue as she sighed as she’s happy on everything that’s happening between you and her son, finally saying it out loud which she didn’t regret.

“My son’s in love with you, Y/N. So much.”

The sigh that went out of your lips wasn’t out of disappointment but rather, it was out of pure joy, looking at the selfless woman Harry told you about yet little did you know that you remind him of his mum.

Someone so selfless and devoted.

“Mum? Your five minutes are up! S'my turn!”

Anne laughed softly as you did too, knowing it’s the queue for her to leave the room and give way to Harry who just knocked and raised his voice through the door eagerly.

All aside, she smiled as what Harry labeled it as ‘the one that would make you smile nonetheless’, her eyes boring onto you as she sees to what Harry sees in you everyday that the both of them adore.

“He puts everything to what he loves, and from what I could see, he’s giving you more than what he has.”

Anne combed her hand through your hair softly, pressing it upon your cheek as she’s grateful his son already has a plan to make you his wife.

She smiled, her final pieces of hesitation towards you diminishing completely.

Don’t go breaking my boy’s heart, okay?”



Masterlist

Mikleo’s confidence

So, we all know that by the time Sorey awakens (however many centuries it may be but I’ll talk about this later on) Mikleo’s appearance significantly changes. Which, by any means should come normally to us, but I’ve been thinking about the parallel between him and Edna.

I know this may seem a little bit strange but hear me out.

From the point Edna lost Eizen to malevolence she hasn’t changed a bit. There are hints how Edna may looked in Berseria (*spoilers* when Eizen’s party encounter Legend Wyvern for example), so from that we know Edna already looked like the Zesty Edna by then. Which brings us to a question:

Is this form of Edna is her adult form or does she look like this because after Berseria Eizen becomes a dragon and she doesn’t want to let him go? Even though she may as well be thousands of years old?

More under the cut ^^ (will contain spoilers for the end-game)

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