and we kissed so nothing could fall not even us my love

Two weeks. They had only been together for two weeks before people had found out.

 Draco paused before the entrance to the Great Hall and pressed his forehead against the cool stone wall. He could do this. So everyone knew that he was dating Harry Potter. So what? He had ignored the sneers when he had returned to Hogwarts for his 8th year, he had suffered through the occasional hex and had pointedly ignored any waspish comments that had floated his way. Somehow, he had endured all of this with his chin up and a disinterested look on his face.

He straightened determinedly, took a deep breath and walked in. Keeping his eyes on the wall above the Slytherin table, he still couldn’t miss how the noise of people chattering tapered off. Undeterred, he marched on. Pansy and Blaise, who had their heads close together in conversation, looked up. They glanced quickly at one another and then slid apart making space for Draco. He didn’t let the relief show on his face. Pansy was smart enough to wait until he was settled in and had filled his plate before asking, “Really, Draco? You didn’t think to tell us before we found out from a shrieking Weasley?”

Draco huffed out a sigh. “Of course I did. When we were ready you were the first people I was going to tell. It’s not my fault Weasley and Granger had the same idea we did and happened upon our broom closet.”

After giving him a searching look Pansy nodded, satisfied. She leaned in and whispered, “Tell us how it happened.”

Sneering, Draco was about to tell her to mind her own business when a hand fell on the back of his neck. He turned and found himself mouth to mouth with Harry. Whistles and cheers, and a few other less pleasant sounds, rose from around them. Panic rose thickly up his throat. He used both hands to shove Harry off of him. “What are you doing, Potter?” he whispered harshly.

Harry was looking rather taken aback and more than a little confused. He glanced at the surrounding Slytherins who were all watching with interest. Clearing his throat he answered, “I came to say good morning. I thought that since everyone knows..” He trailed off. The uncertainty in his bright green eyes made Draco uneasy, but he couldn’t ignore the panic he felt or the blush blooming on his cheeks.

“So because they know we are seeing each other it’s alright for you to maul me in front of everyone?” Draco asked.

A hint of amusement lit in Harry’s eyes. “Maul? Really, Draco. By now you should be able to tell the difference between a chaste kiss and when I’m trying to maul you.”

There were snickers around the table and a delighted laugh from Pansy. She moved over and patted the seat between her and Draco. “Potter, please do sit and tell us more.”

Draco made a choking noise. “I think that’s rather too much already. Potter, why are you sitting down?”

Harry reached for some toast and buttered it. “I’m having breakfast with my boyfriend.” He looked around at the many Slytherins still staring at him. He tilted his head to the side and added, “And all of Slytherin apparently.” More snickers.

This was too much. Far too much. And when Harry extended his hand for Draco to take a bite of his toast, he couldn’t believe it. He looked down at the toast and up at Harry again. Harry raised an eyebrow. “I am not eating toast from your hand, Potter!” Draco sneered.

Harry sighed, put the toast down and turned to face him. “What’s wrong?”

Draco huffed and looked down at his untouched plate. “Nothing.”

“Are you sure? Is it because I mentioned mauling and didn’t follow through? Because tonight-”

Horrified, Draco could do nothing but cover his eyes with a hand and weakly say, “Harry..”

Which, thankfully, was enough to shut him up.

With a sigh, Pansy offered. “Purebloods aren’t very affectionate in public, Potter. Or possibly at all, I really couldn’t say for sure since I don’t think I have even seen my parents kiss.”

There was a drawn out silence and Draco couldn’t take it anymore. He lowered his hand to find Harry was staring at Pansy in shock. He looked at Draco and quickly shuttered his expression. “Right. Sorry. I guess we didn’t really have time to prepare for this.” He cleared his throat. “I’ll just go back to the Gryffindor table.”
“No!” Draco said. “I don’t want you to leave. Just.. behave?” He smiled tentatively and was relieved when Harry grinned at him before he resumed eating.

One month later.

Harry watched Draco roll his eyes at Ron. They were sitting in the Three Broomsticks on a Saturday night with Ron, Hermione, Pansy and Blaise. Looking back at the past month, Harry couldn’t believe how smoothly it had gone and how well everyone was getting on. After that first awful morning when he had kissed Draco in the Great Hall, Harry had learned to keep his hands to himself when they weren’t alone. He was enormously relieved to find out that Draco still wanted to spend as much time as possible together in and out of their rooms. He was not embarrassed that people knew that they were together; he just did not want people to see them being intimate.

Something that Harry, several times a day, thought was a great pity. In fact, he was thinking it right this very second as he watched his beautiful boyfriend smirk at Hermione and that now familiar feeling rushed through him and all he wanted to do was kiss those smirking lips. Draco glanced at him and he must have had a dopey smile on his face because he saw the smirk fall away as Draco gave a soft smile meant just for him. The feeling grew along with Harry’s smile and he knew he should tell Draco that he loved him soon.

“Harry, Mrs Weasley wants to know if you’ll be having Christmas with us at the Burrow. She says she asked Ron to ask you ages ago, but we both figured he hadn’t said anything yet.” Hermione said, eyeing Ron who was sheepishly avoiding her gaze.

Harry laughed and quickly looked at Draco who was watching him carefully. Turning back to Hermione he answered, “I haven’t actually thought about Christmas yet. I’ll be sure to let you know my plans soon.” There was warmth and pressure on the side of his leg as Draco scooted closer to him on the bench. Harry glanced up but Draco was focused on the Butterbeer that he was busy sipping.

The conversation continued and Harry was laughing at Pansy’s impression of Filch when he felt warm fingers on his wrist. He looked down at his lap underneath the table and saw Draco’s pale hand flip over his own and intertwine their fingers. Looking up, he found Draco engaged in a potions conversation with Hermione. The only proof he had that Draco’s hand hadn’t acted of its own volition was the pink staining Draco’s cheeks. He recovered rather slowly but managed to rip his eyes away from Draco and look around the table to see if anyone else had noticed. They hadn’t. Nobody questioned the big goofy grin that stole across his features when Draco squeezed his hand either. He risked another glance at Draco and their eyes met. Draco’s cheeks were becoming pinker and he rolled his eyes at Harry, but Harry still saw the quirk of his lips.

“Wait,” Pansy interrupted them loudly. “Are you two holding hands under the table?”

Harry’s smile vanished and he made to let go of Draco’s hand, but Draco held on.
“Yes, Pansy. We are holding hands. So what?” He drawled.

“No, I don’t mean it like it’s a bad thing, Draco. I was just surprised. What made you change your mind?” she asked.

Harry was also particularly interested in this answer. He watched as Draco’s blush deepened. “Well, I thought about it and I don’t really understand why purebloods are so opposed to showing affection. The only thing I could think of was that a lot of the marriages are arranged, so maybe there was no affection there.”

Hermione was smiling and nodding at Draco while Pansy looked pensive. Blaise on the other hand, was grinning slyly. “So, Draco.” He started. ”You finally decided there was nothing wrong with showing the world that you’re in love?”

Everyone was silent, so Harry could clearly hear his heart thumping in his chest. He watched as Draco chewed on his bottom lip, face aflame. Slowly he turned to Harry, his grey eyes cautious but full. “Yes,” he cleared his throat. “I did.”

And finally, Harry got to kiss his boyfriend in front of other people. And he did. Thoroughly. Even when their friends started to laugh and groan. Draco was laughing against his mouth when he pulled away and said, “Thank Merlin, because I have a lot to show.”

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An Aquarius and I were sitting out in the park just relaxing, and suddenly she started kissing my neck and whispered, “I’m scared of getting too attached too quick to you, but you’re making this too difficult for me. I can’t stop thinking about you and I hate you for this..” She then bombarded me with kisses.

An Aries rubbed her hands together and sighed. “I’m so scared..” She said, “I’m scared of being a failure, to fail is something I can’t really see myself doing, and IF this relationship between us fails l, then I am too blame because I probably didn’t do my part.”

A Cancer looked at me with a small smile on her face and said, “I’m scared to love you. I’m scared to even think of loving you, but I have been through so much, so just wait for me to open up, okay?”

A Capricorn let out a small laugh and just looked at me and pushed me playfully, and then suddenly she got quiet and gently held my hand into hers. She looked back at me and said, “I’m not very good with words. I can’t always express myself the way you want me to, but believe me, I love you so much and I just don’t want you to think that I don’t. I see you. I feel you. You make me happy, okay?”

A Gemini slowly placed her hands on my face and squeezed my face playfully, then slowly got quiet before letting go and smiled. “Get use to me..”, she said as she backs away from me. “I’m the accurate Gemini and you wouldn’t want to get too attached if I just up and leave..” she slowly slowed down and stopped, “but that doesn’t mean you can just accept that, because for once I want someone to chase the fuck out of me..”

A Leo and I were cuddling and she slowly lifted my hand and looked at it and she snuggled closer to me and said, “I’m sorry if you think I’m very demanding at times, and I know that my pride gets the best of me, and I can’t seem to lower my pride when I know I’m in a wrong, but for you..” She looked up and stared at you. “I’m going to do everything for us to just work and we better meet halfway, okay?”

A Libra sat ontop of me in bed and we just talked the whole night like this, and slowly said, “I always think that I’d feel lost, or lose myself, when I know I’ll be deep in my feelings and no one is there to really listen to me, or even when I need someone.. I fear that I’d be just alone.. I’m scared, you know?” I watched her got quiet and I pulled her down and held her close to me and whispered to her that I will be here for her and she buried herself to me, holding onto me tightly..

A Pisces rolled and slowly inched herself closer to me and said, “I’m scared to wake up and to find you not in love with me anymore. To give my all to you, and you’ll just slowly just lose feelings for me right away…” She started to whimper and continued, “to feel like this will all be just a dream because you have been nothing but a blessing to me and I can’t lose this. I don’t want to lose this, to lose you. So, please reassure me every single damn day, asshole..”

A Sagittarius placed her arms around her my neck and whispered softly, “I overthink too much about things and I can’t stop. You’re in my thoughts alot. You always do..” Her hands rub the back of my neck and she slowly starts to sway us together. “I just can’t help that I’m like this when I’m with you..”

A Scorpio reached for my hands and squeezed them as tightly as she can and said, “I told you I have trust issues, and I have been hurt in the past, and I couldn’t put myself out there for you, and I just wanted you to know that if you give me a bit more time you’ll know.. you’ll know when I’m ready again.”

A Taurus and I were out in downtown and I watched her walk infront of me. She then turned around with her hands on her back and slowly walked towards me and said, “I’m falling for you, you know? But I’m not there yet. I’m scared to fall, because [laugh] I haven’t had anyone tried to catch me.. and I’m scared..” She looks into my eyes and slowly she reached for my hands. “I am falling for you, and I hope you’re there to catch me…”

A Virgo stared at me long and hard, she then leaned to kiss my cheek softly and said, “I have a fear of commitment. I’ve had alot of people promise me things and completely mistreated me and I know you mean well, but could you just.. can we take things slow? Because I don’t want to ruin this. I don’t want to ruin us. I like you, I really do but you’re..” I kissed her and she kisses back and suddenly she pulled away with a smirk on her face, “There you go again.. God, you’re at it again..”

—  Fears
Curvy Hips and Pretty Lips - Loki

Curvy Hips and Pretty Lips Masterlist

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson X Reader

Words: 1189

Warnings: it’s Loki the god of Mischief. You bet your sexy ass it’ll be the most NSFW of all of them

@dark-night-sky-99 requested: Hey!! I love your writing, and absolutely love how you take conscious of us curvy girls, not many care so thank you!!, I was recently reading your Curvy hips and pretty lips series and I know it’s closed but I was wondering if you could do something similar with Loki since he’s my favorite character and I’ve never read about him and a curvy reader before.

A/N: Let me know if you want to be tagged HERE. Comments appreciated and welcomed. This is the first time I write for Loki so be kind :)

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Eight Months.

Even eight months after the break up, Harry still felt the overwhelming urge to check up on you and your life. He would check your social media accounts a few times a week, more so before going to bed when thoughts of you plagued his mind. It felt naughty, wrong in a way; after all, it was him who ended your two year relationship.

*

“It’s never going to change, Harry! Things will always be the same! You ‘forgot’ my birthday and you spent the day with Kendall. You ‘forgot’ our date night and you spent the evening with Cara. I know it’s what the media want and expect from you, and I know management want you to do this, but I think you want to as well” you sigh, the words you had held for so long in your mouth now finally spilling out.

“You’re joking, right? That was a joke? You seriously think I want to spend any spare time I have with Kendall or Cara over you? Management need me to do this, if I don’t, I can kiss goodbye to my pay cheque! Half the things I do in this job is for you! How the fuck else would you get the latest handbags and purses and shoes?! Who else is going to pay for your education? Because I don’t see you or your family offering to cough up!” he spits almost bitterly.

You gasp in shock at his words. He knew your financial situation at home and that your parent’s worked so bloody hard to provide for you, but it just wasn’t enough. Your future career depended on your qualifications, and those qualifications could only be acquired in higher education in which Harry had offered to pay for, before he knew anything about the money side of things.

“Really, Harry? That’s how you feel? You think I’m with you for the money? I don’t give a damn about the shoes or bags and purses or latest fashion trends. I love you because you’re my boyfriend and I see myself living the rest of my life with you. I don’t love you because you’re Harry Styles from One Direction!” you spit back, your words truthful.

“I’ve heard that one before” he tells you, his eyes averting to the floor.

“So now you’ve got trust issues with me? Other girls may have treated you like that in the past, but I’m not like other girls, Harry. Two years we’ve been together and you really think that of me? When you guys broke up as a band, and you didn’t know what was going to happen to your music career, who was the one sitting up with you every night holding you whilst you cried? Other girls would have run a mile because of the uncertainty of your future. I love you even if you have nothing!” you shout at him.

Harry shrugs his shoulders and bites his lip. “Look, it’s not even just this causing arguments. They’ve been going on for a while and maybe having Kendall and Cara as friends is something you can’t handle. But I can’t live my life like this anymore. I’m done arguing with you all the time” he tells you softly.

“You’re making it sound like I don’t want you having friends, which isn’t true. I want you to put me first, like you did at the start of our relationship. You would have done anything back then for me, Harry. I hate arguing with you too. Maybe if we arrange some sort of schedule and arrange dates in advance to see each other?” you suggest.

Harry shakes his head. “I think it’s too little too late, (Y/N).”

You frown, your bottom lip beginning to quiver as you ask the dreaded question. “Are you breaking up with me.”

Harry’s eyes avert to the floor once more and the silence between you both speaks more volumes than words ever could.

*

Your Instagram account had been almost inactive for the first month after the break up, with only the occasional bog-standard photos of new make-up purchases and Starbucks coffee. But no selfies and nothing that indicated any happiness in your life. After three months, your social media accounts portrayed some happiness returning to your life as you took selfies with friends on regular nights out, but Harry knew as well as anyone that social media is one massive cover up for reality. Were you really actually happy? Were you living or were you just alive?

It seemed to him that your life continued to appear happy, but after four months of opening the app, he noticed someone by your side. Photograph after photograph, upload after upload, this person would be stood next to you. You had a side when taking photos with Harry, but now somebody else was standing on Harry’s side, taking his place, standing where he should be standing. Then tagging each other on Twitter began taking place. Simple things such as “coffee dates” and memes.

Five months after the messy break up, Harry sighted a picture of the two of you kissing; you and your new beau, as it was publicised. Your lips on his, no doubt his tongue down your throat and he wanted to vomit. It didn’t make social media, but it made the headlines in the news. The media had left you alone a little while after the break up, but of course, a new relationship for you meant gossip amongst the public, especially One Direction fans and Harry girls, and the tabloids couldn’t resist the opportunity.

Upon reaching seven months, Harry noticed another change in you on social media. You were becoming more and more inactive by the day, rarely replying to tweets and the amount of photographs posted reduced. Anybody else would put it down to business in studying and spending time with loved ones, but Harry knew how much you had loved your interactions on social media, and something didn’t sit quite right with him. But then he remembered that he’s not yours and you’re not his, and you have someone else taking care of you now.

*

Eight months later, and Harry still had you on his mind almost every minute of the day. He would awake in the morning with the help of his alarm but your hair wasn’t sprawled across the pillows as he would expect; he no longer bothered eating breakfast in the mornings; gone are the days when he used keep something warm on the stove for you, for when you awoke, ensuring you had something warm for your hungry tummy in the mornings; he had nobody to send a morning text to. His routine was completely out of sync and nothing over the last few months made it any better.

He would come home every evening to an empty apartment. He had nobody to cook dinner for. He had nobody to talk to about his day. He had nobody to snuggle up to at night. He had nobody to kiss. He had nobody to love and he had nobody to love him.

Some nights would be simple; Harry would climb into bed and flick on the television, watching a favourite film in which he no longer got pleasure out of. He’d check his social media, and then check yours, before setting his alarm and falling asleep, his dreams of you haunting him throughout the night.

Other nights, he’d yearn for you. He loved you, still loves you, and wants nothing more than to hold you whilst you sleep and keep you safe in his embrace. But he would yearn for you in other ways too, awakening in the night from happy dreams of you, his cock hard for you. He would lay awake between the sheets, grinding his hips into them and rubbing himself vigorously as he imagined being inside of you. He would let himself go completely when he could imagine the moans that would leave your lips, the breathlessness you would encounter, and it was as though he could almost feel you come around him.

He hadn’t been in another relationship since the split, but there had been a couple of one night stands. In a way to get over you, ironically, he would fuck others that had similar traits to you. The same hair colour, the same laugh, the same smile. But neither of those girls were you. He didn’t really want them, they just happened along with the alcohol consumption of both parties involved. After two girls, he stopped. He wasn’t sure if it was the reality of the situation that made him stop, or if it was the slap he received one night.

*

The music was pounding against the speaker, the DJ’s were screaming out and giving shoutouts, mostly for people’s birthday’s and other celebrations, bartenders were leaning over the bar in an attempt to actually hear what the customers were ordering in the club, and everyone was like sardines, squashed together, but everyone seemed to be enjoying it and having a good time. Everyone except Harry.

He occasionally moved around and shuffled his feet in an attempt to dance, but he felt so lost without you there. He kept an eye out to see if you were around, almost forgetting that you didn’t go there together. He always used to keep an eye on you, making sure you were safe on the dance floor and that no drunken men took advantage of you. He was your protector. 

“What’s your name?” a young blonde asked. That was the only thing that was same about the two of you. You’re blonde and so was she. But she wasn’t you. Harry wasn’t too sure if she was just acting oblivious to the fact that he was the most famous, most well-known person in the club, or whether she was just so drunk that she barely knew her own name, let alone his.

“Harry” he told her, placing his hand on the small of her back and pulling her closer so as they could hear each other’s spoken words over the thumping music.

The girl nods. “Louise” she tells him. “Fancy getting out of here?” she asks. 

Harry nods. He realises she’s not as drunk as he thought she was, but taking in her features, she looked a few years older than him. Maybe she really didn’t know who he was.

“Mine or yours?” she asks as they stumble out of the nightclub and onto the streets of London. Louise quickly hails a taxi as Harry replies, “yours.”

Whilst his own place seemed more appealing as he wouldn’t have the awkward ‘leaving after a shag’ stage, he didn’t want to take her, or anyone, to his bed. Only you got the privilege to be in his bed. He didn’t fuck anyone else in his bed, only you. He didn’t want anyone else to come in the sheets besides the two of you together and for each other.

The taxi ride back to hers was soon over and they stumbled through her apartment, his lips pressed to hers. Their eyes remained closed as he thought about you. Undressing you. Running his hands up and down your body and caressing your breasts as you laid all bare for him, for his eyes only.

Harry breathlessly pulls aways as he lifts up the miniskirt. They both quickly realise this is nothing more than sex up against the wall. She’s not taking him to bed either, and Harry wonders if Louise is also getting over someone. Within the next thought, he doesn’t care. He does’t love Louise. He loves (Y/N).

The blonde grabs at his belt, unbuckling it and unzipping his trousers, his length exposed to her. He quickly reaches into his back pocket before letting his trousers drop and rips open the packaging. Covering himself with the latex, he soon pushes himself into her. She gasps, taking him in, before moving quickly against him.

They’ve both been drinking and he knows his performance will be affected greatly, so he’s not surprised when he quickly comes inside of her, moaning her name. She gasps and he withdraws from her quickly. Before even getting the chance to dress himself, her hand collides with his cheek.

“Louise! I told you my name is Louise!” she yells at him angrily.

And in that moment, he realises that he moaned your name when he came.

*

He arrived home from the studio and continued his evening rituals. No work the following day meant he could have a later night and whilst he was glad to be able to sleep in later and not have the demands of an alarm clock, he knew from experience that on a day off where he lacked a busy schedule, you would be on his mind more than ever.

The night passed with Harry doing nothing more than eating his evening meal and lounging around in front of the television, flicking through channels to find something to entertain him for a few hours. He occasionally reached for the bottle of whiskey, pouring himself small measures each time. Whilst the drinking had become a regular habit a few months back, Harry had realised that drowning his problems with alcohol helped nobody, not even himself, and he kicked the habit almost as quickly as it had started. No amount of alcohol got you out of his head.

The comedy shows provided some entertainment, and whilst there were a few forced laughs, Harry did find some of the jokes genuinely funny. He couldn’t remember the last time he laughed properly.

Tapping his watch with a yawn, he checked the time. Flicking off the television set, he threw the remotes back on the sofa and picked his body up from the position he had been in for hours. A loud, repeated knock on the door made him jump slightly. The banging got harder and more frantic and he could only wonder who would be calling in on him at this hour. “Alright, I’m coming!” he yelled in frustration. Couldn’t his unwanted and unwelcome guest wait two minutes?!

Heading into the hallway, he unlocked the door, pouting his lips to express his emotion, making sure the person on the other side of it knew he was angry at the disturbance and the complete lack of respect for him and his property. As far as they were aware, he may well have had work the next morning. Swinging the door open,  he gasps, taking in the demeanour of the person standing in front of him, the sight almost killing him as bile rose in his stomach and a nauseous feeling took control of his body.

husband highs — t.h

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author’s note: GUYS IM SCREAMING because i hit 1k and wow i just wanted to thank you guys by posting something. i love YOU THANK YOU FOR READING MY STUFF and since i never leave a link to my masterlist i thought i should this time so here it is.  → masterlist


  • tom would be the most extra fiance ever like he wouldn’t ever not talk about how he’s engaged to the most beautiful girl ever
  • LOL WHO AM I KIDDING HE’D SAY YOU GUYS ARE MARRIED
  • especially in interviews like he’d be on press tour to promote his movie and the interviewer would slip in a congratulatory and tom would be like
    • “thank you, thank you so much, really. i’m happy, my wife is amazing”
  • and the interviewer would be like tf i thought this kid was engaged
    • “it says here you announced your engagement yester-”
    • “WE’RE MARRIED”
  • and you’d always tell tom that he couldn’t go around telling people you two were married when you two JUST GOT ENGAGED
  • it was sending mixed signals everywhere
  • especially since tom liked to wear a ring on his wedding finger
  • he’d just wanted everyone to know that he was taken because if you had a ring showing the entire world that you were his, why couldn’t he have one to show off he was yours???
  • it was the cutest thing ever and it never failed to make you smile whenever you saw his hand 
  • anyways since he had to finish filming a movie and do a press tour you guys decided that your wedding would be after he finished both
  • that’s probably one of the reasons he couldn’t shut up about you to everyone because he was SO EXCITED
  • while he was away he’d always facetime you
  • sometimes he’d be so hyper
    • “HI MY BEAUTIFUL GIRL GUESS WHAT TODAY IS??
    • “it’s the second-”
    • “THAT’S RIGHT WE GET MARRIED IN 184 DAYS”

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Beg For It

Originally posted by nodenyingheisgolden

This is multiple requests in one. This is… dirty, to say the least. Love you all very much. Enjoy. xx - L

Harry sees what can make you feel better- toys or him.

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Sometimes I think about how Sansa thinks that she’s the least loved, and it just makes me want to cry a river.

It makes me so sad, because:

Jon has feelings for her (she doesn’t know this though, yet.), so his love for her is just as strong as his love for Arya, only it’s a different kind of love. I mean he went to war for her, because of her, and when she told him she’d kill herself if Ramsay won (and thus Jon died), he went to Melisandre a d told her not to bring him back should he “fall”, because he could not bare to live without Sansa (Romeo and Juliet anybody?). I mean, if that isn’t love, I don’t know what is.

Arya also loves her, it was made pretty clear at the end of S7, when she tells Sansa “I could’ve never survived what you survived”, which goes to show us that Arya has put aside her differences with Sansa, and has grown to trust her, understand her, love her (she always loved her, but their bond is much stronger now) and respect her, and her skills, and same thing goes for Sansa.

But thing is, in her mind, Sansa thinks it’s that way. 

Now, D&D made sure she mentioned Jon (in the crypts) & Arya (with Littlefinger). These two quotes were, in my opinion, included as a kind of setup for Sansa’s plot in Season 8, they wouldn’t bother to have Sansa mention that she thinks Jon loves Arya more than he does her and Arya loves Jon more than she does her, for no reason, they needed the GA to know. 

They wanted to establish that Arya and Jon always had a really strong sibling bond (as if we didn’t know already), that they were very close as children, which along with Sansa and Jon never having shared a scene together, and her line from S6, “I spent a lot of time thinking about what an ass I was to you. I wish I could change everything., give the audience this piece of information about Sansa and Jon never having had such a bond, never having been close, thus also subtly hinting at Jonsa.

“And I love this relationship that developed over last season and continues into this with Jon and Sansa. The fun thing to explore there, was the idea of two siblings that… they weren’t close as siblings. They weren’t close when they were kids. They had no real relationship. They…Sansa didn’t particularly like Jon. They had nothing to say to each other. They had no way to relate to each other, but they… they have, you know, they come from the same family and, you know… they didn’t even have a scene together in the pilot. I don’t think they’d even performed together until they were reunited last season.” — Bryan Cogman

Maybe this is what Sophie is talking about when she says that Sansa might feel a bit lost in S8 (Now that she’s run out of people to manipulate, I wonder if she feels a little bit lost!” — Sophie Turner), Just like Jon, she also has strong feelings for him, she loves him, so between thinking Arya is Jon’s favourite, that he loves her more than her, and Dandelion being there in Winterfell, and Sansa believing Jon’s is in love with her (even if he isn’t), in S8 she might feel set aside, lonely, lost, frustrated, even a bit jealous, and with this we go back to Sansa desiring, craving something she’s always wanted more than anything, love

“What about happy? Why aren’t you happy? What do you want, that you do not have? (love)” — Littlefinger - Do I need to add that there is flirting (Tormund/Brienne) happening in the background while this scene is happening? And Sansa is looking straight at Brienne and Tormund while Littlefinger is asking her all these questions about her happiness?? 

“You think he (Jon) wants to marry her?” — Sansa Stark - Sansa is visibly jealous here. 

“In his own horrible way, I believe he (Littlefinger) loved me.” — Sansa Stark - As I’ve said, season 7 made it pretty clear that she wants love, she wants to be loved. And why wouldn’t she? She’s been through so much, she deserves to be loved, truly and unconditionally for who she is and not for her claim and family name.

“This season (S8) is more a passionate fight for her than a political, manipulative kind of fight.” —Sophie Turner

I cannot wait until Sansa realizes Jon’s in love with her, I can’t wait until they both realize their love isn’t one sided, but that they both fell in love with one another. Jon ended up falling in love with the kind, beautiful, intelligent, strong and fierce woman that Sansa has become, and Sansa ended up falling in love with the gentle, brave, handsome and strong man that Jon has become.

#JonsaIsComing 💙

Uptown Girl

Summary: Billy takes interest in a girl who has to keep it secret from her family. The Wheelers.  

Originally posted by bouncycorgi

    Author’s Note: This shit took me forever to write, oh my god! 4k + words, my dears. Get a snack and get cozy. 

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        “Billy!” I exclaimed as he captured me around the waist and tugged me behind his locker door.

Billy and I had been flirting back and forth for a while now. I thought when he first approached me that he only wanted to get under Steve’s skin by dating his girlfriend’s younger sister. But after Steve and Nancy broke up, he kept on flirting.

He had yet to kiss me, even though he came close many, many, times. He was a tease, and he knew it. He also knew that I wasn’t self-confident enough to make the first move, so he went on teasing.

His lips would brush my cheek, in towards my nose, and suddenly he would pull back. He loved to watch my cheeks go red, always pulling away with his trademark smirk.

        “Missed you yesterday.” He told me, keeping his arms around my waist and tucking his head on my shoulder.

        “Mhmm.” I hummed, “Family thing.”

I had gone with Nancy to visit Barb’s parents after school. Despite the lack of clues in Barb’s disappearance, they hadn’t given up hope on finding their daughter. Nancy and I both considered them to be like a second family. And I think they enjoy having girls in the house, another child to parent in Barb’s absence.

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"Have anyone told you you have the most intimidating nostrils I've ever seen?"

“Yeah, I won an award, junior year,” Derek answers, frowning at his new IKEA (bought and built, all in a soft Henley sweater; Stiles knows, he supervised) book-shelf, like he hasn’t just finished a seven hundred page tome on Egyptian artefacts. A seven hundred page tome on Egyptian artefacts alone.

Derek Hale: epic nerd and assembler of easy-to-build IKEA products. Of course, Stiles thinks, cursing his stupid Professor and DIY kinks. Why not? The worst part is, he doesn’t even think those kinks are sexual. It’s just….a thing. That he has. A Derek thing. The Butterflies That Live In His Stomach were trying so desperately to move on with their lives, too. They’d shopped around. Hired a real-estate agent. They were ready, goddammit!  

Derek settles on a book - Stiles is pretty sure it also has the word ‘artefacts’ in the title - and sighs, all feigned nostalgia, and glances over his shoulder. “It was a golden nose, too. Across the bottom it said,” he pauses, grinning, “Stiles Stilinski needs to get a life.”

Stiles opens his mouth, clutches his chest, because rude much? Is it his fault Derek’s nostrils belong in some kind of anatomy museum? Is it his fault his Saturday nights are spent playing video games in his underwear, when his week days are spent chasing down monsters and researching things like how Scott and Erica managed to contract chicken pox when stabbing them does, like, nothing? (Except get Erica excited because she’s a beautiful, terrifying weirdo.) The moment he tries to tell Derek this, however, a copy of - is that Pride and Prejudice? - is thrown at his head. 

Stiles doesn’t know if he’s more offended when Derek rolls his eyes when it misses him, or the concerned look that crosses his face when the book sails past him and lands in an empty pizza box, like Derek is worried if it’s okay or not. 

And to think, Stiles was going to screw up his courage and finally invite Derek to see a movie this weekend. In an actual theatre. Where people go to be normal. Well, the laugh is on Derek because Stiles is going to buy the big popcorn and he’s going to enjoy it all on his own. 

Yeah, that’ll show him. 

~

“Has anyone ever told you your eyebrows could star in a disturbing kid’s movie about caterpillars?” 

Stiles is drunk. No, he’s wasted. Hammered. Loaded. Completely and utterly shit faced. Which is probably why instead of ending up on his ass on the floor, Derek just pinches the bridge of his nose, tips his head against the back of the couch and says, “what.” Not even a hint of inflection.

This dude, Stiles thinks, and then laughs because, ohmygod, Derek is this dude now. Not that dude or whoa, what are you doing crawling through my window, dude? but this dude. And that’s kind of beautifully heart warming, in its own way. 

Really, Stiles should write into Hallmark. It could be a trilogy. A Gay Trilogy ™. Bisexuals on ice. Except, without the ice because Stiles doesn’t know how to skate. Can Derek skate? Stiles totally bets Derek can skate.   

Speaking of Derek, he’s got this little crinkle on his forehead now, right between his eyebrows, and man, they really are very nice eyebrows. Animated but nice. A little dramatic but nice. Murderous but nice.

“What,” Derek says again, looking more confused than annoyed by the second. Stiles really wants to kiss him.

Instead, he stares. Stares and stares and stares.

Shit.

Slapping a hand over his mouth, he begins laughing uncontrollably and before he knows it, he’s clutching his sides and has his face pressed against Derek’s chest, because the hilarity is killing him. 

Because this is them now. Drinking peach-snaps at Derek’s loft, on a couch filled with throw pillows. Throw pillows. One is even soft and pink and frilly and another has a picture of the pack on it. Granted, no one is looking at the camera but Derek, Boyd and Kira and Derek is not so much looking at the camera as yelling at Stiles (holding the camera) for eating his secret stash of cookies, but it’s nice. It’s a nice picture. There is a plain black pillow too, of course. Somewhere. Stiles might be sitting on it, actually. He figures one can only expect so much when it comes to sour-wolves but Erica glued little cat ears on it last week and Derek said nothing. Fuck, he’d even smiled.

It says a lot about what a secret softie Derek is when it comes to vulnerable, drunk-ass people, because he doesn’t push Stiles away; just lets him laugh and laugh until he passes out, drooling on his chest. 

When Stiles wakes up, Derek’s sweater is pretty soaked through but he hasn’t moved an inch. He does, however, tell Stiles he snores like a deranged goose and that he owes him a pastry later.

He doesn’t even ask for a specific kind, Stiles chastises in his head, falling back to sleep. He’s in love with a pastry idiot. 

~

“Do you know when you smile, you brighten up the whole damn room?”

The question clearly catches Derek off guard because he falls head first…into a duck pond. 

Stiles’ first reaction is to jump in after him - he hates to admit it, but he gets a little nervous around water when Derek is with him; there have been several incidents where he’s unconsciously grabbed Derek’s hand in order to drag him away from pools and, one time, a very large puddle - but when Derek emerges, wearing his someone is about to die face, Stiles can’t be held accountable for the way he falls to the ground because, yup, that’s a tiny, outraged duckling perched on top of Derek’s head.   

“Oh my god,” he yells, rolling onto his back and kicking his legs in the air. He feels like a kid, grabbing his stomach, water practically pouring from his eyes. This was, quite possibly, the best day of his life.

Normally, Derek would be yelling threats - several, in fact, some in Spanish because he’s a show off - but he just stands there….in the middle of a fucking pond. The duckling is still sitting on his head, like he or she plans to set up home there and it’s so adorable Stiles thinks he actually coos out loud.

Still, Derek still doesn’t say anything. Not even when Stiles coos again, very, very deliberately. (And Scott said his middle name could never be Danger, pffft.) Stiles can’t actually guess what Derek is going to do but he doesn’t care. He looks a strange cross between wanting to murder someone - namely, Stiles - and a little kid who was told they couldn’t get a puppy only to get one on Christmas day anyway. 

Mostly, he just looks lost. And wet. Very, very wet. Somewhere out there, someone is playing It’s Raining Men and Stiles wants nothing more than to share this glorious moment with them. He’s just in the process of taking out his phone to at least snap a photo to send to the pack when - 

“Did you mean it?” Derek asks, and man, those water droplets just keep on running, don’t they. 

Stiles grins. “Did I mean for you to fall into a pond and adopt a new feathered friend? No but I think we can all agree-” 

Stiles.” 

Derek growls and it would be effective - at least in getting Stiles to help him out of the pond - if it wasn’t for the fact his ears were turning a little pink. A lot pink, actually and - 

Oh.

Sitting up, Stiles drags his butt over to the edge of the pond.

“Yeah,” he says. “I meant it. I mean, smiles can’t literally light up rooms, I know that, but when you smile it’s like…” He sighs and flaps his arms, suddenly nervous, hitting Derek in the process. The duckling practically glares at him and Stiles briefly wonders if he has competition here. 

Right. Better make this good then. He clears his throat. 

“It’s like, everything just makes sense for a little bit, you know? I look at you and it’s not that smiling is rare for you, at least not anymore, but it’s still pretty thrilling to see it and when you do I’m like, that’s some quality shit right there but then I get confused because it’s like, do I wanna punch it? Kiss it? Pet it? Who knows. Usually it depends on what you’re wearing.” 

Derek blinks and Stiles groans because, yeah, he just said that out loud. In real time. To Mr McGrumpy himself. Who is currently not reacting.

Great.

“Uh, I mean,” he attempts to correct himself but it’s too late. Derek is already slowly pulling him in and pressing his lips to his in what is the single most innocent, chaste kiss of Stiles’ life - because, you know, duckling and head movements - but somehow, it still manages to be perfect. 

“Nice,” Stiles whispers, after, waggling his eyebrows.

Derek snorts and kisses him again.

~

“Turn it off,” Derek whines, nuzzling further into Stiles’ neck. “This is why I leave my phone in the kitchen. Like we discussed.

Stiles tries to swat him, ends up kissing his temple. Sue him, he’s tired. “Says the person who can afford to leave their phone in the kitchen. We don’t all have supernatural hearing, asshole.”

Derek whines again. “You also have the worst taste in ringtones.”

Stiles gasps, suddenly sitting up. Well, he tries to. When your boyfriend is made of muscle and is half lying on top of you, it makes moving a lot more difficult. Not that Stiles is really complaining. Much. “I’ll have you know Bushes of Love is a Star Wars parody classic.”    

Derek rolls his eyes, Stiles can feel it, says, “just answer it, sweetums.” 

“Ugh,” Stiles grimaces, “I already told you I’m sorry for the pet-name thing. It was an accident!”

“Calling me your ‘slutty buddy’ in front of your dad was meant as a pet name?”

“It sounded better in my head!”  

Derek groans and wraps an “exasperated” arm around Stiles’ waist. Oh. So. Exasperated. Stiles grins. “Answer. Your. Phone.” 

Stiles finds his phone on the fifth try.

He has fifteen missed calls, all from Erica. Texts too. Every single one is a link to some article online, followed by a string of heart and eggplant emojis.   

Young Love and the Ugly Duckling’,” Stiles reads, clicking on the link. “Uhhh, Derek?” He prods him. 

What.” 

There’s a picture of us in the online Beacon Gazette,” looking into each other’s eyes, like a pair of love sick fools, Stiles wants to add because, wow, is he really that obvious when he looks at Derek? To be fair though, Derek isn’t much better and he is the one with an angry bird on his head.

He prods Derek again and again until he finally gives in, makes him look at the phone. 

“Huh,” he says, blinking at it. “Fred looks pretty pissed that I’m kissing you.” His face breaks out in a smug grin and Stiles rolls his eyes. Hard. 

“You are aware Fred is a duckling, right?” 

“Yes.” Derek grins harder, showing all his teeth, although his cheeks do colour slightly when he catches Stiles’ eye. 

Stiles sighs, totally not fond. “They couldn’t have come up with a better title, though?” he asks, brandishing his phone. “The Ugly Ducking, really?” 

Yeah,” Derek says, frowning. “I mean, I wouldn’t go as far as to call you ugly.” He laughs and Stiles smacks him across the chest with a loud, “hey!”

They both turn back to look at the picture. 

“We look so stupid,” Stiles whispers, shaking his head and biting his thumb. We fit, he thinks. We look like we fit. 

Leaning in, Derek smiles at him. “We do,” he agrees, burying his face back into the warmth of Stiles’ neck, muttering something about home and content and stupid Star Wars parodies.

Stiles snaps a selfie, captions it goals, and sends it to Erica. 

Writing Prompts

Send me your requests HERE with your prompt choice and ship / character of choice! (Please no more than 4) and also add your own request merged into it if you want??

  1. “Give me your jacket, I’m freezing.”
  2. “These shoes were made to kick you in the ass!”
  3. “Are you okay?”                                                                                          “I don’t know how to answer that.”
  4. “It’s no big deal, its just a few scratches.”
  5. “I’m so cute, I don’t see why you aren’t dating me.”
  6. “We made a deal and you’ll keep your end, one way or another.”
  7. “You look cute when you smile, you should do it more often.”
  8. “Why are you blushing?”
  9. “I’m always here and you just ignore me.”
  10. “I’ve worked my ass off to get you in this position.”
  11. “Grab my hand!”
  12. “No, listen to me.”
  13. “I don’t know if I can keep going like this.”
  14. “There’s no shame in taking a step back.”
  15. “I’ll kill you, you sick bastard. I’ll kill you, you’re a fucking monster who deserves to die.”
  16. “Is that… a dog?”                                                                                   “No, Its a fucking horse. Of course its a dog, dumbass.”
  17. “I walked here to you in the rain, this is how much I love you.”
  18. “You are quite the mystery, aren’t you?”
  19. “Let go of me!”                                                                                        “I’m barely touching you!!”
  20. “You’re so cute when you’re mad.”
  21. “Do you believe in love?”
  22. “Put me down!”
  23. “You’re so small, it’s adorable.”
  24. “Look, this isn’t a guilt-trip: I just genuinely want to know if you dislike me so I can stop bothering you.”
  25. “We can’t be friends anymore.”
  26. “Open your fucking eyes, it’s so obvious that I’m in love with you!”
  27. “Don’t you dare touch him/her.”
  28. “Please don’t be mad at me.”
  29. “Don’t do anything stupid, I’m gonna help you.”
  30. “They say less is more, but when have I lived by that?”
  31. “Hey, don’t touch anything. I don’t know how stable it all is.”
  32. “I hate how you’ve made me broken.”
  33. “I’m a screamer. Not sexually, just at life in general.”                                     “I can make that sexually.
  34. “This isn’t one of my more subtle plans, but considering how long it’s been since I ate or drank or slept, I think I’m doing pretty good.”
  35. “If I wanted you dead, this room would be a lot quieter.”
  36. “Do you ever shut up?”
  37. “You’re such an ass!”
    “But a fine looking one, yes?” 
  38. “You’re safe now, I’ve got you.”
  39. “Since when did you become a badass?”
  40. “I don’t know why, but I think I’m in love with you.”
  41. “Holy shit! You’re bleeding!”
  42. “I’d like to talk to you when you have your pants on, okay?”
  43. “If anyone could have saved me, it would have been you.”
  44. “Everyone has a breaking point.” 
  45. “I refuse to play along with this. No thank you, go away.”
  46. “What now?”                                                                                               “I don’t know, I didn’t think we’d live this long.”
  47. “They might not want you, but I understand you, and- well, I like who you are and I want you. Please don’t believe what they say.”
  48. “Are you done staring?”
  49. “Never let go.”
  50. “You broke your promise, you can’t come back from that.”
  51. “Hey, are you awake?”
  52. “I love how we all use affectionate pet names and flirt with one another. It’s nice, having such a close knit group of friends, you know?”        “Okay but have you considered: fuckpile.”
  53. “Stay here, I’m gonna go get help.”
  54. “Despite what you think, I can actually express emotions just like any other person.”
  55. “I’m so sorry-”                                                                                      “Then why would you do that to me?! You betrayed me!”
  56. “It happened again.”
  57. “I don’t like you, but for some reason you make me feel fuzzy.”
  58. “Can I kiss you?”
  59. “So what, you bitter piece of fuck? I’m nasty, lewd, I swear every third fucking word, and I am a better person than you. oh, that burns doesn’t it? That a shit like me is more moral and good and pure than you can ever be?”
  60. “Me? What about you?”
  61. “Oh shit, okay. I’m gonna toss you over my shoulder and book it okay, no way I’m trying to fight these fools. Don’t bleed out onto my back, ‘kay?”
  62. “I’ve been thinking about you. More specifically, where you fit in my future.”
  63. “I didn’t ever think I’d fall for someone like you.”
  64. “Stop fighting!”
  65. “Don’t ever talk to me ever again.”
  66. “Please, just give me a break. I’ve been so busy, trying so fucking hard- I’m doing the best I can. Please, please don’t ask more of me.”
  67. “I wish I could lovingly craft the words together to describe how angry you make me.”
  68. “Looks like we both have detention together.”
  69. “It was over when you said goodbye to me.”
  70. “I hate school and everyone in it.”                                                        “Even me?”                                                                                         “You’re an exception.”
  71. “Kiss me.”
    “No thank you- I don’t want your germs near me at all.”
  72. “Oh, fuck off you piece of shit. You think I care about you? That I give a damn about your feelings? Fuck off- I’m first in line for your head.”
  73. “Have sex with me.”
  74. “Please make me feel alive.”
  75. “You’re the only thing that is keeping me on this fucked up world.”
  76. “Even on the shittest days, you’re always there to brighten them.”
  77. “I love you just the way you are.”
  78. “Your stretch marks are like tiger stripes, it makes you look fucking badass.”
  79. “Stop asking me if I’m alright. My last answer was ‘annoyed’, why would it change any time soon?”
  80. “I will not leave you. No matter how hard it gets or how rough things are, I will always be here. I will not leave you.”
  81. “You are such a fucking cliché.”
  82. “Stay close to me.”
  83. “I can’t do everything!”
  84. “You’re art.”
    “But I’m nothing like your art.”
  85. “I think I owe you an apology.”
  86. “Have you seen- oh
  87. “Did you do that for me?”
  88. “That’s a weird way to say ‘I love you’.”
  89. “Are you happy?”                                                                                  “Yes, very.”                                                                                         “Good … that’s good. That makes me happy.”
  90. “Sorry to interrupt but you need to move your hands away from him/her before we have a problem.”
  91. “When I first met you, I thought nothing of you, now you mean everything to me.”
  92. “Please, I can’t live without you.”
  93. “Surprise!”
  94. “You told me it wasn’t my fault, so why are you blaming me now?”
  95. “Shut up!”                                                                                            “Make me.”
  96. “I’ll fucking kill him/her.”
  97. “Are you jealous?”
  98. “Are you flirting with me?”
  99. “You know me better than I know myself.”
  100. “What do you do when you realise you might not be the good guy?”
16 | You’ll Never Walk Alone

BTS + GOT7 X READER [GANG!AU]

WORD COUNT: 4,529

series warnings: mature themes, strong language, violence, substance abuse, eventual smut. this chapter contains graphic content such as mental physical abuse, violence, blood, gore, dead bodies, grief and death

Originally posted by herthealbum

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Bouquet of Roses -- Steve Harrington

Requested: “hi can I get an imagines with steve Harrington because he is a babe where you guys planned a date then he was late because he was fighting the demidogs and u think he’s cheating on u sorry for the long request but thank you if write” “I know you have a ton of requests but would you be able to do a Steve Harrington x reader smut? — stilinskisuggs” “Hi! I saw requests were open and was wondering if you could do a Steve Harrington smut? Literally anything you want, thank you love x”

Warnings: SMUT!!! (16+). Cursing.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: Your suspicions that Steve is cheating only grows when he ditches your date to go to Nancy’s house. He proves to you that he would never cheat on you in the best way.

Listen To: Roses by Shawn Mendes

Words: 1827

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Damn- Sweet Pea x Reader

Fandom: Riverdale

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Female!Reader

Words: 1107

Warning(s): Swearing, Fluff, Shade, Tea Pouring, Dirt Dishing

Description: All you wanted was a simple date with your boyfriend, but Mrs. Cooper has other plans.

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We’re Not All Bad - Sweet Pea

Prompt - after finding out Reggie cheated on you with Josie you leave a party meeting a handsome South side serpent
A/n this kind of came from a dream the start and end was a dream the middle kind of just happened when I stared writing hope you all enjoy :)
Warnings - anguish, cheating, swearing under age drinking and drug use
Pairing - Sweet Pea x reader

Story
It was the party nick st Claire was throwing, everyone expect for Betty was having a good time especially when nick started passing round straws of jj. You was already really drunk and the added drugs didn’t help.
Dancing with Veronica it had been one of the best nights you had in ages, but quickly became one of the worst. You went to find your boyfriend Reggie Mantle not seeing him on the couch where he was before. You walked out of the living room and heard his voice come from the bedroom. When you open the door your saw Reggie sleeping with Josie. Your ran out of the hotel room crying wanting to be anywhere but here and to get the image of them out of your head.
You had cried and ran the far you didn’t really know where you was, somewhere on the south side was about all you knew. You also didn’t realise how drunk you was until the fresh air hit you, sitting down on a bench before you fell , you tried to calm down and sober up.

A wolf whistle made you look up to see a tall dark haired boy in a leather jacket walking towards you. “save the whistles and comments I’m not in the mood for dickheads” you say looking back at the ground, tears filling your eyes again at the thought of Reggie.

The boy sat next to you “good job I’m not a dickhead then” he said mimicking the nasty way you had said it. You turn and look at him annoyed, the alcohol fuelling your anger. “look I’ve had a bad night who are you and what do you want” you snap hoping he’d leave you alone on the bench to cry in peace.

“my name is sweet pea but everyone calls me sweets or pea, and I live round here I was going home until I saw a beautiful girl crying” he said giving you a kind smile.
“oh scary gang name” you mocked at him, “don’t let the name fool you, I’m not always sweet” he laughed. You roll your eyes standing up to leave, sweet pea stood up following you. you turned round almost falling, “why are you following me” you scream at him. “I’m not following you princess, I’m going home, its not my fault I live the same way your walking” he says. you wasn’t listening to him, you felt dizzy since standing and now you had spots in your vision. Blinking you try a few deep breaths, although you wasn’t moving you could feel you body swaying. the last thing you remember was saying “I don’t feel to good” and seeing sweet pea run to you.

Sweet saw you swaying and ran forward, being part of south side he’d seen people on jingle jangle before and knew she was about to collapse. he managed to catch you before you hit the ground picking you up bridle style thinking what should he do. 

You woke in a room and a bed you’d never seen before. your head was hurting thanks to the drinks from the party but right now you need to work out where you was and how you got here. getting out the bed you see your shoes on the floor, you see your still fully dressed you get you heels putting them on before working the courage to walk out the room.

On the other side for the door you see sweet sat watching telly. “hello princess, how was the beauty sleep” he greats you with a smile. “What happened? how did I get here? where is here?” you demand. sweets stood giving a chuckle “calm down” he said going into the room you had just left. “your at my house, you passed out in the middle of the street, drunk and upset” he shouted from the room. he came out holding a pair of thick sweat pants and a tee-shirt. “I didn’t know where you lived princess, and I wasn’t leaving you in the street all night so I brought you here thinking you could safely sleep off the alcohol” he finished.

“oh” you said not knowing what to say, feeling embarrassed sweets handed you the clothes, “you must be cold, you can put these on if you want.” he told you. Taking the clothes from him, you didn’t notice how cold you really was until sweet pea said it. after putting sweets clothes on you can back out the bathroom, “thanks” you mumble to him. Sweet Pea stood up pointing for you sit “its still late so you can stay here I’ll take you home in the morning” he said, “why what time is it how long have i been asleep” you say holding your head the pain coming back. “not long 3 hours tops its only 4am” he said walking into the kitchen quickly returning with water and a painkiller. “here for your head” he said.
you sat for the next 20 minuets in silence, fiddling with the hem of the top you was wearing as sweets watched a movie playing on the telly, looking at you every now and then. “so you going to tell me why you was so upset last night” he asked, you felt your heart break as you remembered what Reggie had done. “nothing” you said trying not to let yourself cry.

“well whoever he is, he’s stupid letting you go” sweets said without looking away from the telly. your turned to face him “excuse me what” you say. Pea smirks at you “well it has to be a boy, to make a girl like you cry, and I’m guessing he’s one of those footballers” he said rolling his eyes at the last part. you looked at him sad “okay your right his name is Reggie was have been dating for six months and I found his sleeping with some other girl” you say as you try but fail to stop your voice braking “and yes he’s a bulldog” you finish.

sweet turns to face you, “that’s the problem princess, he’s a dog! You could do better” he said flirty. “what, with a snake like you, you mean” you laughed meaning it as a joke “and stop calling me princess” you add. “Serpent” he corrected you “but yes a serpent is better then a dog we live by loyalty, where as your bulldogs just look for the next best thing, something bigger, better. They can be holding a diamond and give it up for cheap gold all because its shiny and new” he said gently touching your hand “and I’m calling you princess because you haven’t told me your name” he said back making you blush,  “my name is y/n”. For the next 5 hours you both laughed and talked getting alone like you had been friends for years.

it was 10am and the hours flew with sweet pea, sweets offered you a ride home you felt a bit nervous at first getting on his bike but soon loved it once he started going. As you got to the top of your road you saw Reggie’s car outside your house. Sweets pulled over at the top of the road when he felt you grab him tighter, as you saw you ex boyfriend knocking on your door. you didn’t realize how tight your grip on sweet pea was until he turned to you “hey y/n its okay we can get out of here if you don’t want to see him” he says, you nod yes loosening your grip a little as he started the bike up again.

you wasn’t sure where he was taking you but it was back on the south side. you pulled up back other motorbikes and a few cars. “where are we?” you asked nervous. sweet smiled “the quarry, see my friends I want to show you we’re not all bad! or at least not in the way most of the north siders think we are” he smirked helping you get off.

he walked over to his friends a massive smile on his face, you noticed how it made you smile too, he then introduced you to a few people “y/n this is Topaz, Fangs, Fogarty and the girl over their is Lesley” he told you. You and Toni became friends fast both having a mutual friend in Jughead, you sat at the quarry with them all day enjoying the sun watching Sweet Pea and the other boys play fight, race bikes and just genuinely having fun. you laughed and joked with the girls joining in with some of the boys games and fights.

at one point you found yourself stirring at SP, biting your lip admiring hot and sexy he looked. how his dark eyes sparkled in the light or how full and soft his lips looked, you found yourself bushing when he looked at you giving you a cheek wink. finally you had butterflies when he came over to you and the other serpent’s you was sat with and put his arm around your shoulder and stayed like that as you all chatted about randomness.

Sweet and the boys left to get some food, Toni and another two girls all looked at you, “so you and sweets how long has that been going on for” one of them asked making you go a bright shade of red. “no! no no the is no me and sweet pea” you tell them. “well he likes you, he’s never this happy” Toni says smiling, “okay well if not together how did you meet, why have we never seen you before” a different girl asked. “well we only met last night” you say a little embarrassed “I was drunk and couldn’t stand never mind walk home so he” you didn’t finish as you heard sweets voice “she was literally falling for me the second she saw me” he joked looking at his friends, only saying it to keep his reputation. “falling in laughter at you” you tease back but the look in both your eyes told everyone there the was something between you and the serpent, even if nether of you saw it yourselves yet.

after it started to get dark sweet pea took you home, you both stood on your doorstep neither of you wanting to part ways from each other yet. “thank you” you said, he frowned his brows “what for?” he asked back. “everything, looking after me last night ,taking me out today it’s been amazing and your friends are not the monsters the papers say” you laugh sweet looking smug. “I told you we’re not all bad” he says as you kiss him. you didn’t know where the kiss came from but you knew if you didn’t do it, you’d would regret it later.

sweets kissed you back wrapping his arm around you bringing you closer, when you stopped “well that’s something I can get used to” he said kissing you again. As he finally left you arranged to meet him the next day, going to bed daydreaming of sweet pea, feeling happier then anytime you had during your relationship with Reggie.

You and sweets spent the whole Sunday and everyday for the next week together, mainly chilling in his trailer watching movies or hanging with the serpent’s, during the school break. On the last day before you both went back to different schools, sweets got up the courage to tell you he liked you and asked if you wanted to ditch your dog for snake. you liked sweet pea and told him you would, spending the rest of the night kissing and cuddling up.

Monday morning after the holidays finished, sweets dropped you off at school. “cant you transfer to south side” he asked with puppy dog eyes. Hearing Jodie’s voice “I wish I could” you smile at sweets kissing him. the day had been boring Kevin and veronica constantly asking where you had been during the half term break, you told them you’d met a guy being chilling with his friends, and he’s amazing before changing the subject to what they did, so they didn’t ask who your new friend was. 

Josie came in the common room her eyes went wide when she saw you. “y/n look I’m sorry I don’t know what made me do it the Al…” she stopped talking as you stood up holding put your hand for her to shut up. “don’t insult me and blame the drink we both know the was flirting with you and Reggie before the party” you tell her. Josie looked down feeling ashamed “but anyway you can keep him I’ve found someone better then him, someone who knows the meaning of loyalty” you tell them walking out the room.

During last lesson sweet pea texted you saying he’d finished school early did you want him to pick you up when you was finished. You quickly replied yes then sent the next dew minutes texting back and forth with him, a cheeky smile on you face as you did. You felt a tap on your shoulder turning to see Betty “Reggie keeps stirring at you” she says as you looked over to the other side of the classroom Reggie had a face like thunder. 

Sweet pea pulled up outside Riverdale high getting off his bike but leaned against it, he had his jacket over his shoulder hanging down his back as he watched you walk down the steps typing away on your phone not even seeing him yet. Sweets was about to shout her when he saw Reggie one of the bulldogs he’d fought with before run after her.

Reggie grabbed your shoulder “y/n wait” he said his voice leased with anger “so you going to tell me where you’ve been and why half of the school are saying your seeing some other guy” his arms folded over his chest as he spoke. You looked at him dead in the eye speaking slightly slower so he got the message “Reggie where over, we was the second you slept with Josie and yes the rumours are true” at the point out the corner of your eye, you saw sweet pea walking toward you. now Cheryl, Veronica, Kevin and the others all stood round listening to you and Reggie arguing.

you feel sweet pea put his serpent jacket round your shoulders hugging and kissing your cheek from behind, everything okay princess" sweets asks you, smirking at Reggie, “yes I was just telling Reggie that I traded an old dog for someone better” you answer. Reggie and the rest if the Riverdale high students all looked in shock gasping and gossiping. Reggie looked at you “really y/n your revenge plan was good but we both know you belong to me” he said grabbing your arm. Sweet pea knocked his arm from you “touch her like that again and watch what I do to you” sweet pea started in a chillingly calm voice “y/n doesn’t belong to you, you lost her when you when you made her feel like shit, don’t get mad when someone else shows her she’s a princess she is” he says gripping your hand bringing it to his lips for a light kiss, smiling at you.

You smile and blush back at sweet “let’s get out of here” you say as you walked with sweet pea back to his motorcycle. “y/n, stop you can’t just leave me” you heard Reggie shouting but ignored it driving off with your serpent prince.

Hero | Jeon Jung Kook | One-Shot

jungkook (bts) + you (reader)
word count: 5,326
warnings: this is purely netflix and chill graphic smut with kookie and it’s a mix of playful to hot and heavy there’s nothing too risky it’s mostly vanilla but there is fingering, oral sex, dirty talk, etc…
a/n: forgive me father i have sinned this is my first jungkook smut oneshot and it took forever to finish i have no idea why hehe anyway this fic is meant to be a fun time so sit back and enjoy i also named the dog Fish because of a jungkook drabble i wrote
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She’s A Devil Between The Sheets (Harry Styles Smut One Shot)

This wasn’t requested but I had inspiration to write this one because of the Victoria Secret Fashion Show! Sorry I got a little carried away, sorry if its abit long, but enjoyed every second of writing it, and I hope you enjoy reading it! If you have any requests let me know and ill get back to you asap. Enjoy! -K

Warnings: Extra smut

Word Count: 10K

Pairing: Y/N and Harry

Y/N’S POV
“Babe your phone is ringing” I heard Harry shout from the living room downstairs as I was putting my skirt over my legs, getting ready for the stressful day ahead. Well not really a physical stressful day, just emotional. Last week I had flew over to New York to meet with the owner and producers of Victoria Secret to talk about me walking this year. I worked so hard to get to this point, and to even be asked to come down and have a meeting with them was a big thing let alone actually getting picked. But I know for a fact I wont get picked, I’m not like the rest of the models. They are all like six feet tall, skinny. Its just not me.

I quickly ran down the stairs to grab my phone, which Harry had at hand at the bottom of the stairs. “Hello?” I jumped onto the couch tummy first, leaning on my elbows listening to my manager greeting me back. “Hey so I have some good news, the producers of the Victoria fashion show wants you back into the casting room in New York” “What again? I’m literally just back” “Well they want you back, you must of done something right Y/N” A slight giggle came from her mouth as I sat there not knowing what to reply back. “I’ve cancelled your stuff for the week and ill pick you up in a few hours to head to the airport, okay?” “Yeah sure ill see you soon” I hung up the phone and threw it behind me on the sofa. “Who was that?” “It was my manager, Ed Razek and Monica Mitro from Victoria Secret want me to come back to their casting studio like as soon as, Claire is coming to lift me in a few hours to go there and see what they want to say” Harry’s face lit up in pure excitement. “Y/N that is really good news, your going to be a angel” He quickly ran over to the sofa beside me, lifted my arms up to make me stand and grabbed my waist, pulling me off of the sofa. “Harry I haven’t got it, its just to talk or something” I giggled as he continued to dance me around the living room. “Y/N, c’mon, they would be pure idiots if they didn’t cast you. Plus, if you walk you’ll be with me, and you know how I love you wearing sexy underwear”

He grabbed my waist pulling me into him while he attacked my neck, giving me goose bumps all over. Harry is performing in this years show in Shanghai and he’s been excited ever since I had met them the first time to talk about walking. Harry was going to turn it down because he found women walking around in their underwear in front of the whole world very objectifying. The only reason why he accepted was because its really good publicity for his music, so it was a no brainer. But when I told him that I was being considered he was ecstatic, he couldn’t of been more excited to have someone there with him, and that he wanted to see practically naked.

“Harry your going to be singing, not judging. You should be concentrating on your singing. Besides you’ll be eyeing up all of the ladies anyway, I wouldn’t judge you” “Y/N your insane, yeah I will be looking at them because they are there, but ill not be looking at them the way I look at you when your dressed like that, fuck” His breathing got deeper with the thought of me dressing like that. His hands went straight to my bum like a magnet and clutched it, giving it a quick smack making me moan into him. “H don’t start something you cant finish, I have to start packing” I pushed his chest away from me and looked up at his grin growing on his lips. “I’m defiantly going to finish what I started” He grabbed at my waist yet again and lifted me over his shoulder making me yelp in surprise. “Harry put me down” I screamed with pure laughter rising within my chest as he walked up the stairs. “I’m just going to help you pack, after I’m finished with you”

Once I got off of the plane of course it was a media frenzy, trying to get the best picture of me, but I wasn’t having it. I wrapped my scarf around my face as I walked/ran down to get into my car to head to meet the producers. I’ve never felt so nervous in my entire life, this is such a big deal for me. I just hope that I done as much as I could do.

“Y/N, so nice to see you again” Monica Mitro, the main producer of the show, came over to greet me when I walked into the studios. As I made my way to her I was looking round at all of the drawings and planograms for the show. Looking the other way I seen the outfits on the manikins all ready for the show. “Thank you so much for coming back, I know you just landed back in London when you got our call” “No not at all, its fine” She wrapped her arms around me in a warm embrace as I tried to hold back my nervous shaking in my body. “So the reason why we brought you back is because we want to see you walk for us again. All of the models are so outstanding this year and we are having such a hard time deciding who to choose, so we wanted to make sure that we were picking the right people. I hope we haven’t put you through a lot of bother bringing you back?” “No no, honestly I would give up anything to be here so don’t worry” We both giggled as we walked to the dressing room. “So at this point it doesn’t really matter about what underwear your wearing, so you can wear your own that you have on or we have simple thong and bra’s here if you want to have a little nosey through them. We will be waiting in the casting room. Don’t panic about us and just enjoy it. Pretend your walking that stage and you strut your stuff” Her grin was contagious looking back at me. “No problem, thank you Monica”

I took off my clothes and looked at my underwear that I had on, baby blue with silver diamonds on the underside of the bra. Its perfectly fitting for this audition, if that’s what you would even call it. I quickly flipped my hair across my shoulders making sure it looked sexy, even though it was just pure jetlag hair. One of the stylists on the set gave me a pair of stiletto heels to match my undies. Lets hope I don’t fall with them on, that would be the biggest nightmare of my life. I pulled the curtain back and walked straight into the casting room, which had around 30 people with cameras and clipboards, with Monica and Ed sitting beside a desk. As I walked in everyone’s eyes were on me until I stood right in front of the two producers. Oh god. Panic and nerves set heavy in my chest as I couldn’t take my eyes off of every single person in this room. “Okay Y/N whenever your ready” Ed stated while he leaned onto the deck with his elbows resting on the marble surface. I gave them a quick smile and turned around to make my way to the back of the room. My mind was racing 100 miles an hour, thinking of all the things that could go wrong within these crucial minutes. I suddenly thought of Harry, and remembering when I was practising the first time at home. Just think that your walking for Harry, c’mon Y/N you can do this. The small prep talk gave me a sudden release of confidence and I turned around facing the VS team. I started walking down, swinging my hips with my hands on them. When I made my way to the end of the walk, I gave my most cheesy grin and posed the way Harry thought was the sexiest way, pulling my waist to the side I gave them a smile, wink and blew them a kiss and strutted my way back to the back of the room with pure sass and attitude in it. I know I went over the top, but that’s the only way they will even consider me.

A round of applause came from the bottom of the room as I made my way down to the desk and audience in front. My face turned a pink shade with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement emotions running through me. “Y/N that was brilliant” Monica gushed as the claps in the room started to die down. “What are you doing on the 20th of November?” My smile gushed to my face knowing what he meant. “Nothing I guess” I giggled looking at them in complete shock. “How would you like to walk for us?” “No way, are you serious?” My body just crouched down to the ground with my hands wrapped around my face, again in complete shock. “Oh my gosh yes of course I will, thank you so much” I got up and made my way over to them and gave them a hug. I couldn’t wipe the smile off of my face. “Your different than the rest of the models Y/N. You stand out, and that’s what we look for in this fashion show, originality. Walk just like that and the cameras wont take their lenses off of you, good job” “You have a month to rehearse and get ready, which you don’t need anyway, your a natural” “Thank you so much I cant explain what this means to me” I couldn’t let go of both of them, tears coming down my face, I’m on cloud 9 right now. “Now you can go tell Harry, I’m sure he will be ecstatic that your walking with him” “I cant wait to tell him, thank you so much” I ran out of the casting room and jumped right on Claire, my manager. “I’m walking Claire I’m walking” I shouted as her face lit up. “Didn’t I tell you that you could do it” “Yes oh my god I need to ring Harry and tell him the good news”

I quickly ran into the changing rooms where my phone was hidden in my coat pocket and quickly dialled his number with my hands shaking with pure excitement. “Hey beautiful, how did it go?” “Hey Harry, I’m walking, I’m fucking walking I cant believe it” “Your lying” “No I’m dead serious, this is actually happening H” “Y/N I’m so proud of you baby girl, you done it. Now we can go together, this is going to be so fun. I have to go sweetie, I’m in the middle of rehearsals for x factor tonight. When are you coming home?” “I’m coming home tonight, so ill see you in like 8 hours” “Okay baby ill see you soon, love you” “Okay, have a good show, love you too” I hung up the phone and ran to get changed. This is going to be the longest month of my life

**1 month later**

“C’mon Y/N were going to be late for our flight” I was rushing round and making sure that I was packing everything that I needed before I left. I didn’t wanna forget anything, this is the biggest thing that is happening in my career and I want it to go smoothly without any problems. “I’m coming H” I had a final look around the bedroom making sure I had everything and walked out to meet him in the car that was lifting us to bring us to the airport.

Once we got to the airport there was nothing but paps, reporters and fans waiting for us at the entrance. Once it came out the line up for the models and performers, social media went crazy for us two being there at the same time. Fans, radio stations, even Ellen had mentioned it on her show, I didn’t even think it was a big deal that I was walking when my boyfriend was performing. But yet again who’s boyfriend is Harry Styles? “You okay?” Harry brought me out of my panicked state and I looked straight at him. “Yeah of course I am baby” I lifted my hand and placed it on one of his hands, squeezing it a little. I knew that Harry could read through me, he knew how I was feeling. “Look babe I know you don’t like the paps and a lot of media but this event is what its about. No matter where we go in the next few days that’s all that’s going to be in our faces. I love you and I wont let anyone hurt you or do anything, but you just have to go out there and not let them bother you and walk as if their not there. At the end of the day we have bodyguards there to help us get through. If anyone says anything to you just brush it off and don’t reply back to them. Just make sure you get through to security without any problems. But don’t worry ill be right behind you, okay love?” His eyes never leaving mine, he takes my hand in his two. “Yeah okay, just don’t let go of my hand, please” “Of course I wont Y/N/N” All of a sudden our door swung open and we both walked out of the car. As soon as we walked not even 10 feet, we were bombarded with fans and paps, literally right in out faces. But I did what H said and just put my head down and rushed through the crowd of people who were screaming our names. No matter how many times I go out with Harry in public, I’m still not used to this whole thing. But I will have to be if I wanna be with him forever, because that’s the way its going to be I guess.

Once we got onto the plane and sat down, I took a massive sigh as relief rushed through me. Harry came and sat beside me and I placed my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pulling me in closer to him as I quickly went into a deep sleep. This is probably going to be the only calm moment were going to have for the next few days, so I’m making the most of it. The smell of him making me feel so much comfort, no matter where I go I always feel at home with him. And I hope he feels the same way.

The plane had landed a lot quicker than I had wanted it to be, even though the flight was 11 and a half hours long. “Babe c’mon we have to go” “But Harry I don’t wanna get out just yet, I wanna sleep” “I know babe, the time difference is crazy, but we have no time to sleep, were already late, lets go” Harry’s voice more stern and his grasp on my arms tighter as he dragged me out of the chair and brought me to the door of the plane. I was so shocked to see that there was no paps or fans waiting out in the airport for us, thank god I thought. “So the plan is you are going straight to the stadium to try on your outfits and go through the line ups, and then your going to a Victoria Secret dinner with all the models and directors of the show. Then your going straight to bed quite early, you’ll need as much sleep as you can get cuz you have to get up at half 5 to do your promo and a lot of rehearsals” Claire was listing off the schedule on her paperwork as me and Harry was grabbing our luggage from the conveyer belt in the airport. “Wow, okay, so I guess ill not see you until tonight when I come to the hotel room” I looked at harry giving him the cutest puppy eyes I know that he loves. “I know babe but it’ll be worth it seeing everything and knowing what you need to do, you’ll love the experience for sure” He grinned as we were putting our luggage into the back of the car, harry helping with mine of course. “Y/N your coming with me” Claire raised her voice when I turned around to face her, seeing her getting into a different car. “Wait, can I say bye to Harry?” “C’mon be quick” She yelled as she was getting into the car waiting for me. “Babe you go ahead before she drags you into the car” Harry smirked looking at the car then back at me. “I love you, ill text you later when I get a chance yeah?” “Course babe” He answered as he pulled me in for a quick but deep kiss. I ran towards the car and got in. I never took my eyes off Harry as the car drove off to the stadium, I miss him already.

Once I entered the stadium there was nothing but people and lights and even more people. It was all like a dream, I thought to myself that this is going to be the best week of my entire life. I cant wait to get started. One of the stylist came over to me and shook my hand. His name was Olivier, he is the owner of Balmain which is based in France, and has designed the pieces for the clothing line. “Hello Y/N very nice to meet you, i’ve heard and seen a lot of you recently, I cant wait to see you walk in my clothing” “Its lovely to meet you too Olivier, I know all about you, I follow you and your fashion everywhere, I’m such a huge fan” “Thank you very much I’m so glad you like my work, its good to see the models enjoying my clothes and want to wear them, that’s what makes this job worth while you know” We both laughed and he brought to a different room that had all of the clothing ready to be tried on. We walked to a specific piece of clothing on the stand, which was absolutely breath taking. It had a very rock n roll meeting sexy innocent girl vibe. It had a black silk bra with silver studs around the pads and the Victoria secret logo underneath, with the same material on the hot pants. He had matched it with a spiked silver necklace, thigh high laced boots, and to top it off, a metal designed leather jacket with the Victoria Secret logo placed on the back of it. It was absolutely amazing looking at all the pieces put together. “When I was looking at all of the models polaroid’s on the table a couple of weeks ago, I was trying to pair this look with some of the models, but I couldn’t find the perfect person that would suit this. But when I seen you I thought that you were the perfect person to wear this piece, so I want you to wear this” “But Olivier, this is a big piece in your clothing line, you normally give this to Cara Delevigne or Bella Hadid to wear because the always lead the show?” “Well I feel like your going to be the eye of the show this year, and I want you to wear it” He took my hand and grasped it into his. “No way, oh my goodness this is amazing, I would be honoured, thank you so much” I said as I looked towards the eye catching bit of clothing. “So lets try it on”

Harry’s POV
I sat here in the hotel room, for once not doing anything at all, which made me feel out of place, like I felt like I had to do something. I got up and rang one of my friends that joined us on this trip to see If he wanted to meet up for a walk around Shanghai, to take in the city. I never really get around the cities that I’m in when I’m working in them so this is the perfect opportunity to do so.

We walked around the nature part of Shanghai when we heard a lot of screaming coming from behind us, when I realised that no one had actually found out that I was already here because we were playing it on the down low. Me and Ben ended up staying here for a good hour going through each girl, taking pictures, signing books and my album. It was nice that I could take my time with each person and talk to them. I soon realise that it was time for some dinner before I went to lift Y/N from the models dinner. Me and Ben got some food sent to the hotel room. I couldn’t really be bothered going out for something to eat, I was just too exhausted. “So Harry, you excited for tomorrow?” Ben asked as she was stuffing his face with vegetable noodles. “You know what? I’m actually nervous. I don’t really know what to expect. I mean I know its girls walking around me in their underwear, and for most guys that’s their dream come true. But for me I just cant wait to get it over with, I never wanted to do it from the beginning” “Really, man as you said anyone would kill for to do that” “The only thing that’s getting me by is knowing that Y/N is walking around me, she always makes me feel so comfortable and she just makes me feel at home no matter where we are” I smiled looking down at my food, which I had no appetite for just thinking about Y/N and how lucky I am to have her. “Speaking of Y/N, how is things between you two?” “It honestly couldn’t be better, I sometimes look at her, if its when were out for dinner, out with friends, or even if its just her lying in our bed with no makeup on and she’s reading a book, and just think to myself how did I get so lucky to have her” I couldn’t whack the smile off of my face if I tried to. “Man you’ve got it bad, its good to see you happy though” “Yeah she’s defiantly the one for me. You know when you know I guess”

Me and Ben were just sitting talking about random shit when I realised it was time for me to get Y/N to bring her back to the hotel for a good nights rest. If anything I just cant wait to get into bed and cuddle her to sleep. When I got into the car I sped off to the entrance of the stadium and waited for her to come out. It didn’t take long until her face was in sight, looking out for me. I dooted the horn to make her look my way. She smiled and ran her way over to the car and got in beside me. “Hey baby how was it?” “It was the best day of my life so far I cant believe it” “I thought the best day of your life was meeting me?” I quickly frowned at her, with a chuckle rising from her chest. “No babe in my career, silly boy” She pushed her fingers through my hair and brought it down to my thigh giving it a squeeze. She better not start this, she knows the way I get when she touches me there. “We had done the dress rehearsal and after they were so impressed with me that they asked me to open and close the show” Her smile was so contagious when she was staring at me, just pure happiness radiating off of her. “Baby that is amazing I’m so proud of you baby girl” I pulled her towards me and gave her the biggest hug I could and gave her a quick peck, I never like giving too much pda in front of people because I always like to keep certain things between us. I know were not having sex or anything around other people, but there is always certain things you like to keep to yourself you know. “Thank you sweetie” She smiled up at me, I couldn’t take my eyes off of my girl. “Oh my god it just hit me, guess who’s opening and closing the show also?” “No way, are you kidding?” “No I’m performing kiwi and only angel at the start and at the end, not sure what order though but that’s all I know so far” “Harry that is amazing, I cant wait to see your face when I walk, I think it’ll be the only thing that will calm down my nerves” She said with a sigh of relief to it. “I think It will be the only thing that will calm my nerves knowing that your going to come out on stage with me too” I sunk my head into the side of her face and I whispered “It will maybe make me feel abit more excited too while your there, I don’t know what your going to wear but I know for a fact it will be something that I cant wait to take off later” Her eyes lit up as she smacked my harm harshly. “Harry, your so horny recently what’s gotten into you?” “You”

We finally arrived at the hotel and we made our way up to the hotel room. Once Y/N got to the bed she flung herself onto it and made a groaning noise. “Thank god that day is over, it was such a long day. Everyone was everywhere and there was so many people looking me at the one time I didn’t know whether I was coming or going. Don’t get me wrong I loved every second of it, but it was just so draining” I sat down beside her and placed my hands on her back, massaging her shoulder blades a little, receiving a little moan in return. “Love I know how you feel. Its the same when I’m on tour. One person wants me on stage to make sure that the lighting is right, then Lou wants me over to try on some looks, then my vocal coach is with me at all times checking my voice. It’s all just an adrenaline atmosphere, but you do get used to it after a while. I know this isn’t your true job, but this event will defiantly get you into modelling if that’s what you really wanna do” “Yeah it is, but signing is my natural calling I guess” “Well you can use both, sing for Balmain’s events” I chuckled at my own joke and Y/N turned around on her back, lifting her arms up to lean on her elbows looking at me in awe. “You can do anything you put your mind to, love. If you really want something, do it. Because I know that you can do it.  No matter what you wanna do ill be routing for you, you know that right?” I sighed as I looked down at her sleepy eyes, rubbing her stomach in small circles. “Yeah of course H, I love you so much” She brought herself up to me and gave me such a passionate kiss. The kiss quickly deepened as she quickly jumped on my lap with her legs wrapped around my waist, her hands trailing up my chest and into my hair. A small groan came from within me as my hands went straight to her tight bum, my dick twitching in my jeans when she started to grind up and down on me. “Baby you need your rest, you’ve got a big day ahead” I quickly let go of her lips to look up at her. Her face just full of lust, her emotion right now was pure desperation and need. She wanted me and I never ever turn her down, but under these circumstances she needs her rest. Even though I’m trying my best to contain my hard on in my jeans underneath her grinding on me. “Baby please, I’m just so stressed and horny, please just really quick” Her body still pulling and pushing against me, this woman pure tortures me. I flipped her over so she was lying on the bed, and I was hovering over her. “The things you do to me woman, its a good job I love you” Her face went a state of confusion at my statement, oh shit that came out wrong. “Do you not want to have sex with me?” My face was emotionless as I looked at her reaction, which was pure hurt in her eyes, the lust slowly draining out. “No no babe that came out wrong, I meant to say that I would do anything to make you happy, even though I want it too and I know you need your rest” “Just shut up and kiss me” She giggled as she pushed my head down to meet her lips and she immediately sucked on my bottom lip, she knows that gets me going. Her hands diverted straight to my jeans, unbuckling the belt within seconds. Fuck she must really want me. Such a turn on. Her hands went underneath them and my under and started to rub at the base of my dick, which made me leak instantly. I couldn’t hold in my moans as they escaped into her mouth. “Fuck” I mumbled when I decided to take my lips away from hers and took my clothes off so I was naked in front of her with my dick hitting off of my lower abdomen. She decided to take off her tiny little dress, her bra and knickers being pooled to the floor beside the bed and she just lay there, waiting for me. Fuck this is so hot. “Well what are you waiting for? Are you guna fuck me or not?” Her giggles filled the hotel room when her hands started to roam around her body until they got lower and her fingers started to roam around her slick little pussy, rubbing her clit. The pleasure ran through out her entire body while she was rubbing herself, which again made my dick twitch. I couldn’t waste anymore time and I took my dick and rubbed it on her clit, teasing the shit out of her. “Don’t tease me please Harry” Her pleads ran over her lips as she looked at me in the way that she always does when she wants something, especially when she wants my dick ramming into her. I forced myself into her with ease because she was so wet. “Jesus Y/N your soaking for me, fuck” I mumbled into her ear when I leaned down to give myself more balance to ram into her harder. I reached down to grab her legs and pulled them over my lower back and pulled her pelvis as close as she could get to reach deeper into her. Now that she is on the pill I can finally feel her without a condom, and it is like euphoria. The way she feels around me makes me cum in seconds. “Aw so warm, soft, so tight for me baby” Her moans got louder and quicker by the second when her orgasm was getting closer and closer. “Harry, fuck, I’m cumming” I love when she cums really hard, she just clenches around me, pulls the cum straight out of me, so hot. Her hips started to shake uncontrollably which made me have to hold them down with my hands. A loud scream whelped out of her voice as she came around me. My high was coming just as she finished, ramming into her harder. “Fuck, I’m filling you baby, I’m filling you oh god” I moaned just as I was cumming, spurting my load straight into her. Both of out sighs filled the room when we finished. When I pulled out of her my cum started to ooze out of her tiny hole, which I then got up and walked to the bathroom to get toilet paper to wipe her clean. “Look at you looking after me, such a gentleman” “Well I cant have my cum making you all dirty” As I pulled the toilet paper around her she winced with the sensitivity of her clit. “Sorry, love” “Its alright, just come to cuddle with me will you?” “Course I will babe” I threw the tissue paper into the bin beside us and got in, pulling her body into mine and resting my head on her waist. “Thank you” She mummered as her eyes tiredly closed. “For what?” “Fucking me until my stress went away” She giggled beaming down at me. “That’s what I’m here for, to help you de-stress” She quickly fell asleep which I joined, its going to be a hell of a day tomorrow.

Y/N’S POV
The hours of sleep felt like minutes when the alarm went off at half 6 in the morning. This is the day of the show and I am beyond excited. The feeling going through me was hard to explain, nerves, excitement, abit of everything I suppose. “Harry, get up” I poked at his back every second to get him out of his deep sleep. I felt so bad that he had to get up with me. He looked so comfortable and peaceful just lying there. I could have looked at him forever. “Okay I’m up, I’m up” His puffy eyes looked directly onto mine while I ran my fingers through my hair. “The car is coming in like half an hour so I’m guna go shower and all that stuff, then we should be ready to go” “Okay ill shower after, don’t be too long now, I know what your like” I sniggered whilst I got up to get ready.

Once we got into the stadium it was all fully ready for the show, the lights sitting perfectly, the names of the important guests stuck onto their seats, the décor looking 10 out of 10, I just cant wait to get up on stage. We were all gathered to the stage for a prep talk which Harry wasn’t apart off. At this point he was getting ready for to do his rehearsal sound check. “Okay ladies we only have a couple of hours to go until the big event. I hope everyone got a good rest last night.” The thought of last nights events running through my head was turning my mouth into a small grin, I wish we had more time last night, I was still so horny for him. But hopefully after today he will wanna go all night. “So the plan is were going to run through the performance one more time, then your going to do your hair and makeup, then your going to do some press interviews, Snapchat updates etc. Then the show will start. Y/N is opening and closing this year for the first time so Y/N the pressure is on you my lovely” All of the girls started to laugh and I joined in. Thanks for making me feel better about it Monica. “Harry is performing the opening song with kiwi, then Miguel is up, then Jane Zhang, then Leslie Odom, then Harry is closing the show. So there is plenty of time for you girls to walk then change, there is like 11 songs altogether so it shouldn’t be a problem. Then after the show you’ll be getting a lot of pictures for the class of 17. Then you’ll do more press, and then it’ll be the after party so you’ll need more glam and change your outfit of course. SO you guys have a lot ahead of you today, but just enjoy it and have fun. Good luck ladies” We all started to cheer and clap our hands while Monica walked off of backstage. All of us gushed to the dressing room to get everything set up and all glammed up.

A few hours later and I was all done with my glam. I hadn’t seen harry from this morning when I arrived, knowing the whole day is pure hectic, I would have liked to have seen him before the show started. But its still early days yet I guess. I put on my robe and walked towards Karlie Kloss which was standing there with Bella Hadid. “Hey Y/N girl how are you feeling?” Bella greeted me with a hug when she asked me. I also gave Karlie a quick hug and looked back at Bella. “I’m so excited its beyond words, but also terrified. Like if I fall or do anything it will be seen all around the world. A lot of people tune into see this. Its a lot of pressure” I awkwardly giggle to them. “Don’t think of it like that, just think that your going out there for a photoshoot or something and your having fun on set like you always do when you with us. You’ll be fine once you get up there” “Thanks girlies” Random photographers were coming up and taking pictures of us talking which is something I have never had done before. “This is a weird kind of photography” I laughed to the girls as I saw them taking photos of everyone and anyone apart of the show. “Yeah that’s what they do, they like to capture the moment without having to act fake in front of the camera, they like to take photos in the moment which I think is a good concept. It takes pictures of the energy and excitement of the whole day in the room” Bella explains as she is looking towards a lot of the photographers. “Yeah I guess that’s a really good idea, you would never even think about that” “Okay we have to on ahead to do abit of press interviews, wanna join?” Karlie asked as the started to put on their pink robes. “Sure”

Going through all of the media interviews and being asked the same questions all the time is very exhausting, all of which is about Harry, of course. “So Y/N are you excited to be with Harry when he performs for the first time on the big event?” “Of course, he isn’t used to an event that is as big as this one to be performing on it, its a good way to promote the album and I think that he will enjoy it” “And this is your very first fashion show how are you feeling?” “I’ve been so nervous this past week but now that its here I cant wait to get on the stage and start the show, it’ll be an amazing day. Especially wearing Olivier’s new clothing line is so exciting for him. He’s always wanted to work with Victoria Secret and now its here, its a very big moment for him today and I’m so proud of how far he has came” “Thank you Y/N have a good show” “Thank you, wish me luck, ill need it” I walked away back into the dressing room, sighing at the fact that the media interviews is done. I never liked that part of any event, especially at award shows. Its not something I’m very confident with.
“Okay so we have half an hour until the show starts so everyone into your outfits. Y/N your starting off in your grey and blue outfit first so make sure that your ready in 15 minutes” The first outfit I was wearing was a grey lacy bra and underwear with a silk material running down my arms, attached to them with diamond bracelet like jewellery around it.

I stood looking out at the side of the stage off all the photographers sitting all around, with fans sitting in the background, and I couldn’t even see the ending of the stadium it was that big. Seeing all of this now finally hit me, I now feel like anxiety kicking in. I seen Harry making his way over to me, eyeing me up and down. “Y/N you look absolutely stunning baby girl, cant wait to see you out there” He gave me a quick kiss and walked back to the side of the stage where he was going to enter out of. “Good luck babe I love you” I shouted as she turned around and faced me giving me a cheeky grin. The music started filling the stadium and I knew it was my queue to go in like a few minutes. “Okay Y/N get ready, your heading out in 10 seconds” A lot of people was working with my hair and fixing my tiara on my head. The crew ran off to the side of the stage and the doors started to open. Oh no what have I done. The screams of fans grabbed my attention and Harry’s instrumental part of Kiwi playing as I started walking out. Thinking about the way I walked in my audition was the only thing I could think of in that moment in time. I quickly raised my hands up so the silky material was waving at my sides as I was walking to the end of the stage. I stopped and pushed my hip out to the side and started to smile. I blew a kiss to the camera and made my way back, walking with pure sass in my hips. My smile couldn’t wash off of my face when I seen Harry coming walking onto the stage and he stood watching me walking towards him. His baby blue Gucci suit uncoincidentally matched my first outfit, and my god he looked so good in it. As I walked past him I blew him a kiss and he sent a wink my way, touching my arm as he started to sing the first line of the song.

As the show went on I went out a few times with the first outfit on. I was defiantly feeling more comfortable every time I walked out onto the stage. I was dancing to the different songs as I walked out, getting into the beat of the songs, which is what a lot of the other models were doing too so I didn’t want to look like I wasn’t having fun.

It came to the end of the show and Harry had changed into a different suit. A black suit with a pink shirt on underneath. Yummy. I had changed into Olivier’s outfit which looked amazing on me I have to say. Once Harry started singing Only Angel I couldn’t wait to get back out and walk around him singing. When I seen him perform it was always him by himself, and I always wanted to get up beside him and dance with his songs. This time I can actually do it and I couldn’t wait. Half way through the song I came out, and I was the first thing that Harry laid his eyes on as I walked past him. I could feel eyes burning into my stomach, radiating through out my body. I again stood at the end of the stage laughing at the camera as I done my poses. I walked back and again blew Harry a kiss while his voice was running right threw my ears. It came to the end of the song and I came walking out again, by myself. I walked to the end of the stage yet again and started to sing the lyrics and I then turned around to show the Victoria Secret logo on the back of the jacket. I stuck my bum out and moved it to the beat of the song, then turned around to stand in the middle of the stage and waited for the rest of the angels to come out to join me on stage to close the show. At this point Harry’s song had finished, and he was waiting for the rest of the singers to come out and he made his way into the middle of us. Of course he moved himself so he was standing next to me, applauding all of us as we applauded them. He was trying so hard not to look down at me because the media would take a picture in that split second and sell it to the media so he tried not to throw something out that people would report. They are doing enough reporting as it is about us being out here let alone anything else, which is understandable. We started to walk back to the backstage area once it was all finished and the class of 17 pictures were taken, I’m just glad its over now.

Harrys POV
Thank god the show is over, I actually had never felt so nervous doing a performance before, but this one was different. There was million upon millions of people watching this live so I kind of had to make sure that my voice was perfect. Another thing that was perfect was my girlfriend. She done the show so well, you would think she had been doing it for years. She looked sexy as hell. Through out my performance all I could think of was taking her back to the hotel and fucking her brains out. Once it got to the end of the show we all walked out and I went straight to Y/N. She looked so drained but still gorgeous. At least now I can take a look at her in her outfit, fuck she looked sexy. Her gaze was on one of the models, talking her life away as usual. “Y/N” I shouted to get her attention. Her gaze set on me and she quickly ran to me giving me the biggest hug and a kiss. “Harry you did so well I’m so proud of you” “I’m so proud of you, you looked really good out there” “Thank you H” Her lips retrieved back to mine for a quick peck. I pulled her head to my lips and whispered “Can you keep the underwear that you wore on stage, would love to see you do a walk for me tonight” “Maybe I will, just for you” her eyes grew a lust again, she is still horny from last night, I know she is. She’s always craving my cock even in public, I love it. “Right guys its press then the after party, so ladies lets get changed and lets go and get drunk” We all cheered at Ed as he walked off again. “Okay well I’m going to go and get changed and ill see you at the after party yeah? I shouldn’t be too long” “Wait are you not doing press?” “I done it before I went on so I don’t have to do it now” She smiled. Smart thinking my girl has. “Well you better make sure you take that baby blue undies home with you.” “Don’t worry I will”

A few hours passed and I was standing talking to Alessandra and her daughter when I seen Y/N make her way into the room, holy fuck. She was wearing a black cut out dress. It had a slit up the side and it had half of her body exposed with a bra top which faded into a full crop top on the other side of her body. She had her hair tied in a messy bun up so show the turtle neck finish on the dress. Could this girl get any sexier. She made her way to Bella to talk to her. “Sorry I’m going to be really rude but Y/N just walked in and I haven’t seen her for a while, do you mind if I go over?” “No not at all Harry, it was so nice to see you” “And you, have a good night” I replied and walked on to meet Y/N standing with my back to me. “Excuse me my lady but would you like a drink of your choice?” I tapped her on her shoulder and she turned around with Bella looking towards me. “ Harry you scared the living death out of me” She giggled as she looked straight back at me. That laugh. I could listen to that laugh every day. “I can see that you liked the blue suit better then H” I quickly changed my suit back to the baby blue one because I love the colour of it, plus it made me looked tanned and ripped so why not. “It looks good babe, like really good” Her hands made their way down my arms to my forearms and squeezing them lightly. “What do you say we get out of here early” “Sounds like a good plan baby girl” A hour or so later we left to our hotel to get some ‘rest’. We told the guests that we were too jetlagged and tired to stay any longer, what a good way out.

Y/N’S POV
We walked into the kitchen part of the hotel and immediately decided to take my shoes off. Wearing heels all day isn’t as glamorous as it may seem. “Did you have a good day love?” Harry asked as he was standing near me, eyeing up my body. “Yes it was the best day, just glad all the madness is over now though” I pushed my hair back from the bun and pulled it through my fingers, loosening the curls slightly. “So…” he sighed, taking another step closer to me. He’s suddenly in front of me, brushing against me and looking down at me with lust in his eyes. “What are we going to do now?” “Mmm, I think I have a rough idea” I pulled hard on the nape of his neck and pulled him into a forceful kiss. He returns the kiss immediately, his hands finding my waist as my fingers tangle through his hair, just the way he likes it. He steps forward and pushes me against the island in the kitchen while he pries my mouth open, giving him full excess to the inside of my mouth, licking inside, making me breathe out a small whimper. I feel him pouring everything he had into this kiss. It feels like everything is happening is going in slow motion, the way his tongue is grazing yours, his hands tracing the bottom of the waistline of your open cut dress and running his hands over your exposed torso. I grab him tighter with my arms roaming around the top of his muscular back, feeling each muscle tense with my touch, I just want to feel and kiss every inch of his body. “So you know that underwear that you wanted me to keep?” His face dropped. “Well its on me right now” I suddenly felt his trousers restrict below me on my thigh when his face smirked at me. “Baby girl you know what you do to me, you can feel it cant you?” I smile at him and press my lips against this again. His hands roamed around to the zip of the dress on the top of your neck and quickly pulled it down, stripping me doing so. The cold air hit my skin giving me goose bumps. “Bed, take me to bed” I whimpered, and he obliged, grabbing my hands and making his way to the bedroom. You squeal when he drops me onto the bed and his cute little giggle lifts the atmosphere to the way we normally are. I quickly started to shed his clothes off, piece by piece, ever so slowly, teasing the crap out of him. His raspy moan escaped his lips as I flipped him over so that I was straddling his hips once again, like last night. I started licking and kissing his chest making sure I never missed a exposed inch of his body. Harry groans again, and I fight back a smile knowing that this is what I do to him.

His eyes rake down my body seeing me in my underwear from the show, eyeing me like a piece of meat that he can only have. “Harry just fuck me until it hurts” I made my way to the bottom of his naval, looking up at him through my eyelashes as I was pressing feathery kisses to it. Harry lets out another raspy groan again and snaking your hair into his hands, bringing your face up parallel to his. “I will baby girl” His green eyes have become a dark emerald, his hands never leaving your body as they made their down from your chest to your waist, then to your naval, then down to your thighs. “Ill do anything you want me to do baby, I’m all yours” “I want you so bad Harry, just fuck me” He pulled me into his chest and wrapped his large ring covered fingered hand around to undo my bra and he took them into his hands kneading them. He took one of them into his mouth as you started to rock onto him slowly. His hand reached down to your ass to help you move on him harder. “Fuck” His head fell back in pure pleasure that I was giving him. “I bet you touch yourself thinking about me ramming into you when I’m gone, don’t you?” “Fuck” You whisper while you grind on him harder and squeeze my eyes shut. I don’t know how he does it. He can make me cum just by his words let alone his touch. I brought up the courage to say something that I know would make him bust a nut right in his boxers, which also is the truth. “No, I think, fuck, I think about you ramming into me, spreading me open, making me scream” I look down at him and I see his reaction to me. His face is filled with concentration and lust. He’s looking at me like he’s imagining the different ways he could destroy me. “Fuck baby, your so good to me, knowing that you do that will make me fuck my own hand way better when I’m gone” Just the image of him doing that alone while looking at pictures of me that I sent him so that he’s reminded of what he’s missing at home just gets me off.

He pulls me to lay on the bed and crawls between my thighs, looking at the wet patch on my knickers then back up at me. “Please Harry, just touch me, or do something” I’m begging him with everything I have for him to touch me, and he groans hearing the desperation in his voice. He curses just by looking at how wet I am for him and he pulls his face away to look at me in a moaning mess. “Jesus baby your dripping wet for me, soaking your panties is all I think about” He makes his way back down to my wet centre and pushes my knickers to the side, and pushes his fingers down, rubbing my folds, gathering the wetness from me and swirling his tongue around them. “So sweet, my favourite thing to eat” He puts his fingers back to where they were, only grazing my clit with the tip of his baby finger. The moans loudly roll off of my tongue, meanwhile Harry looking up taking in the sight before him. “Baby please, just give me your cock, I want it so bad” He brought his body up to me and started to kiss me again, and I pulled my hands down to his boxers and pushed them down his muscular legs. He pushes his boxers off of his legs and he uses his hips to pin me down on the bed which made me scream in pleasure. His hips rubbing against my heat, the only thing separating me and him was my soaking wet thong. The heat coming from my hips is starting to become unbearable, the sudden ache feeling went through out my body. Harry is taking far too long to touch me. All I want in this moment is to feel his head poking at m entrance, and rock his hips into mine, but he is purely teasing at his point. “Harry just get in me already, please I’m begging” His face began to smirk and his hands grabbed your wet thong and dragged them down your legs and throwing them on the floor. He finally made is way back to me and pushed inside me, and when he finally did, it was so fucking amazing. I tried to make a sound but nothing would come out. The little grunts that he makes while he is thrusting into me is echoing in my ears. He is so deep that I can feel him hitting my stomach, he feels like he is stretching me, making me feel so full of him, he’s so big, I can take him.

His pants take up the whole room as his thrusts become faster. “So… tight” He pants as his eyes are squeezing shut, pained groans filled your ears as he continued. It starts off with his hips slowly reclining, so slow that its pure torture, then ramming into with force, hitting places that you didn’t know he could. My hands reach up to touch his swallow tattoos then up to caress his hair through my fingers as he continues to get into a pattern with his thrusts that can reach so far up inside me. “Your… so deep.. Harry, I’m oh my fucking god” I cry to him with the burning pit in my stomach forming. “Are you close baby? He presses his lips onto my neck, bringing his lips down as low as he could go while he was still ramming into me with great force. “Such a pretty cunt, taking me so well, so wet, dripping for me, fuck” My hips buck up when he suddenly hits the spot I’ve been waiting for. “I’ve got every inch inside of you, do you feel it baby girl?” I couldn’t coherent an answer, I just looked up at him, in his eyes, which was still a dominant dark green colour, looking straight at where we were connecting, looking at his cock sinking in and pulling out of me. “C’mon baby girl, give me a good one” He whispered as he looked directly at me again. His speed slowed down as he decided to go for a forceful slow pump, angling his body so his pelvic bone hits at my clit as he rides me in and out, sending me to my orgasm. In a few thrusts after I came his trusts go faster reaching his high at the end. He pulled out of me and wanked himself off onto my stomach, letting out a massive inhumane moan. He moved himself off of me and lay beside me out of breath. He grabbed tissues from the side of the bed and wiped my stomach clean. Thank god he remembered to put tissues there instead of going to the toilet to get more roll. “Wow” I was speechless when I looked at Harry, still coming down from my high. “I haven’t came like that for a while” I said to him as I laughed. “Neither have I, it must of been the underwear.”

White Lies: Part 5

A Bucky x Reader / Fake Dating AU Series

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A/N: Omg, another part in less than a weeks time? I know, I know. It’s a miracle. But I’ve got my writing mojo back, and it feels good. Also, I’m sorry for this part, okay? It was bound to happen. Don’t hate me (or Bucky :/) As always, I live for your asks, reblogs, and replies, so keep them coming. Let me know what you think (aka let me feel your pain) ♥

Word Count: 1,431

Warnings:
- mild angst.
- language.
- Bucky is a little shit.

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Pizza’s here…

It played over and over in your brain, echoing like a broken tape recorder; the anger building inside you making it louder and louder. You felt your fists ball up at your sides, wanting to punch the nearest object.

How dare he? This wasn’t just a game anymore. That kiss meant more than some kind of stupid ploy to convince his parents that you were a real couple. They weren’t even here. Who was Bucky trying to impress?

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thecoolestgay  asked:

Can you please write some adorable reddie cuddling fluff? I've been reading tons of angst and I'm gonna cry 😭

with pleasure my dude

(FYI - they’re a little older in this, nearly 20, as theres a few lil mentions of smexy times and some teasing and making out etc because i don’t write that very much and wanted a change, sue me)

please listen to tee shirt by birdy to get super cutesy vibes and all the feels <3


It was still dark out when Eddie woke up, squinting up to look out the window at the early morning sky. He checked his watch, seeing it was 5:45 am, and smiled. He still had hours to kill before waking up. He felt something move from underneath him and he turned his head to come face to face with Richie’s sleeping form. And he smiled.

Richie had snuck in again last night, just before midnight like clockwork, and begged Eddie to just fall asleep on top of him. So he had, and god was he happy he did. Eddie had fallen asleep on his front, leaning on Richie’s shoulder and tucking his face into his neck, softly sighing as Richie stroked the side of his face to help him fall asleep. He had slept for a good few hours until he woke up, but those few hours were pure bliss. 

Richie shifted again and let out some air through his nose before blinking open his eyes slightly. He saw Eddie staring at him and he smiled.

“You’re staring again.” He whispered. 

“You look cute in the morning.” Eddie said quietly and Richie chuckled, his chest rumbling and making butterflies erupt in Eddie’s stomach. 

“Thank you. You look pretty adorable too.” Richie said, pressing a kiss to Eddie’s forehead. “What time is it? Do we have to get up now?” Richie asked sadly and Eddie shook his head, holding his wrist with the watch on to Richie’s face.

“We have ages. Go back to sleep if you want.” He said and Richie shrugged.

“Don’t wanna if you’re gonna be awake.”

“I’ll fall asleep too. You know I can’t stay away for too long.” Eddie pointed out, and snuggled into Richie’s neck, pressing a kiss at the base of his throat. Richie hummed in appreciation and rested his hand on the side of Eddie’s face, stroking the hairs just behind his ear. Eddie loved it when Richie was gentle with him, compared to how brash and loud he could be outside or with the others. He loved that side of Richie, it was fun and adventurous and he never knew what to expect from him, but soft, sleepy, Richie was his favourite. 

Eddie started pressing soft kisses across Richie’s neck, listening to the soft noises he was making, and then kissed behind his ear, making him shiver. Richie moved away slightly and Eddie whined, trying to kiss him again.

“I’m way too tired to flip you over right now, please don’t kiss me there until I’m wide awake and ready to go.” Richie joked, but Eddie stopped, knowing he was right. Even though Richie was more dominant in more than one aspect, when Eddie tried to take control he was putty in his hands. Eddie settled on resting the side of his face on the pillow and just staring up at his boyfriend instead. He was so beautiful, all freckles and pale skin and bright, brown eyes. He looked different without his glasses, but a good different. Older, more mature. Less like ‘Trashmouth Tozier’ or ‘Bucky Beaver’ that he had been known as during school. Now, he was just Richie. And Eddie loved just Richie. 

“What are we doing today again?” Richie asked after a short while of peaceful silence.

“Bev asked us to come to the movies with her and then we’re helping Stan pack for College. After that, nothing.” Eddie said sleepily. Richie nodded.

“Wanna get dinner tonight?”

“Not another pizza, Richie. My face is already breaking out from yesturday’s binge.”

“No,” Richie snorted. “Not pizza. Like, real food. From a restaurant.” Eddie smirked and looked up at him.

“Are you asking me out on a date, Tozier?” Eddie nearly died when he saw Richie’s face turn a little pink.

“Would that be so terrible?”

“Only a little bit.” Eddie teased and Richie rolled his eyes, gently flicking Eddie’s ear.

“Asshole.” 

“You love me.” Eddie hummed and Richie smiled, kissing his forehead.

“Yeah, unfortunately.” Eddie scoffed and started to scoot away from him.

“I’m never snuggling with you again.” He threatened and Richie grabbed him before he could move further away, flipping them over and pinning Eddie underneath him. Eddie let out a breath, not expecting that at all, as Richie beamed down at him. “I thought you were too tired?”

“I perk up when you start getting fiesty and bratty.” Richie said and Eddie tutted at him.

“Bratty, pft! As if!” Richie leaned down rubbed his nose against Eddie’s fondly, making his heart melt.

“You’re so cute when you try to prove me wrong.”

“I’m not cute, I’m manly!”

“Shut up, Eddie. You’re adorable.” Richie said, kissing Eddie’s jaw. “Cute, cute, cute!” He kissed his nose, his cheek, and his collarbone for each word and Eddie bit his lip, holding back a smile.

“If the others could see us right now they’d puke.” He said and Richie laughed.

“I think Stan would bust a nut, being in the same room as us would be the most action he’s gonna get.”

“Don’t be mean!” Eddie frowned, swatting Richie’s hand. “Stan is gonna find somebody soon, just you wait.”

“He still won’t get as much as I do.” Richie raised an eyebrow, making Eddie go red.

“Shut up. I just put up with your horny ass because I have too.”

“I never hear you complaining, like, in fact, I always hear you telling me not to stop.”

“Okay, that’s enough.” Eddie warned, pointing a finger up at him.

“Billy Boy would be so shocked at the filthy words that have come out of your little mouth, Eds. He’d be asking everyone where his precious little best friend has gone!” Richie grinned. “The answer, by the way, is underneath me. Or on top of me when I’m lazy. Like the good boy he is.”

“Do you kiss your Mom with that trashy mouth?” Eddie asked. Richie shrugged.

“No, but I kiss yours. And man does she love it-”

“Don’t make me say beep beep, you’ve been so good recently.” Eddie groaned and Richie sighed, before flopping onto his side, his arms getting tired. Eddie slowly moved back so he was lying beside him and reached up to move some of Richie’s wild hair out of the way. “You’re beautiful.” Eddie whispered, and for once, Richie didn’t make a joke. He just smiled.

“So are you. I got real lucky.”

“Yeah, you did.”

“Shut up.” Richie teased, pressing his lips to Eddie’s, the two of them lazily moving and intertwining hands. When they eventually broke apart, Richie closed his eyes as Eddie carried on playing with his hair. “Can we, just…stay here forever?”

“The bed sheets would get so gross.” Eddie grimaced and Richie laughed.

“I hope you never change, Eds.” He said and kissed him again. Eddie deepened the kiss, running his tongue over Richie’s and pulling his body flush against his. He sighed into his boyfriends mouth and then pulled away, grinning like an idiot. 

“Yeah, let’s stay here forever.”