Can you improve my outlook on life and write a very drunk draco clinging to Harry please?
(LOL, I love the way you phrased that and also, I love drunk Draco.)
Potter sat there, leaning back in the booth with his arm slung across the back of the faux-leather seat, his shoulders shaking as he threw his head back and laughed at something the Weasel said. Granger shook her head with a smile of fond exasperation and leaned up to kiss her husband’s cheek. The weird blonde (”Loony Lovegood,” his booze-soaked brain provided) was waving her wand over the she-Weasel’s head in circles - ‘cause that’s normal behaviour for her.
Draco supposed that the thought of going over there ought to feel intimidating - he was completely outnumbered. But perhaps it was because of the eight or so shots of tequila Pansy had dared him into guzzling, or because he was randy as fuck.
Or because he’d just stood there hiding behind the cloak stand by the door and gazing at Potter like a lovesick halfwit far too long - he was no coward. Not anymore.
So he squared his shoulders and marched across the bar, tripping only twice, the second time because of that swaying oaf who’d nearly knocked him over.
Potter blinked up at him with his mouth slightly open.
“Potter.” Draco felt vaguely triumphant that his voice came out steady and calm - and Potter’s form was only very slightly blurry. “Potter,” he repeated, blinking slowly.
“Malfoy,” Potter replied cautiously, one eyebrow sliding up the scarred forehead. “What’re you doing here?”
“I can be here if I want to be here ‘cause I want to be here–” Draco was being very loud - his ears rang a little. Potter scrambled out of his seat, throwing a hasty glance at his friends before coming up to Draco and grabbing his elbow hard. Draco scowled around at the group - Weasley was scowling back, Granger looked thoughtful, she-Weasley looked completely bewildered and Loony, well Loony hadn’t noticed him yet; she was peering into she-Weasley’s ear as though she’d lost something in there.
Potter dragged him away a few paces. “What the hell?”
Draco tried to yank his arm out of his grip but nearly ended up overbalancing and falling onto his arse instead - Potter’s grip tightened.
“Let me go!” Draco slurred, stepping closer to Potter.
“What’re you doing here?” Potter repeated softly.
“I like you,” Draco proclaimed boldly. “I’ve always liked you. You never noticed. You have terrible eyesight.”
Potter pursed his lips, a faint line appearing between his thick brows. “I know I do,” he said, indicating to his smudged glasses.
“I like you,” Draco said once more, his voice decidedly breathy now - ugh. He stepped closer and, oh Merlin, rubbed their noses together. “So much,” he sighed, pressing their cheeks together for a swift second.
“Oh?” Potter didn’t seem put out at all. After staring steadily at him with his stupid green eyes twinkling merrily, Potter asked, “What d’you want, Draco?”
“To go home with you.” Oh shit, he was going to kill Pansy.
Potter simply continued to twinkle at him. “Well, I’m not going to say no to that,” he said very seriously, finally releasing Draco’s elbow to slide both his arms around Draco’s waist and tug him closer.
Draco gasped as he was pressed flush against Potter. He could caught a whiff of spicy aftershave, Firewhiskey and mint; he pushed both hands into the mess on Potter’s head and leaned forward to whisper, “I want you to fuck me.” He pressed his face into the crook of Potter’s neck.
Potter’s arms tightened, the world closed in around him until he was being squeezed almost to the point of pain, and then he was being pulled through dense blackness.
Everything ached. His stomach ached, his back ached, his toenails ached - his eyelashes ached. His head felt like it had exploded and had been put back together before exploding again; even his hair hurt.
He was too close to the sun, his retinas were on fire. The sheets below him were softer than a cloud and smelt pleasantly flowery - his stomach twisted.
He kicked himself out of bed, fell over onto his hands and knees and then half-crawled, half-ran to the bathroom until he was heaving into the toilet. It was another ten minutes before he was able to make himself stand, piss, gargle with half a bottle of mouthwash and wash his face - which also hurt.
Clad only in his boxers he stumbled through the house, following the horrible sound quality of the Wireless and the utterly heavenly scent of fresh coffee.
“Coffee!” he croaked, throwing himself into a chair so heavily that he slipped off the polished wood and landed on his bum. Potter turned around, a spatula with a bright red handle in one hand, took one look at him and nearly fell down laughing.
“Good morning!” he virtually screamed. Draco rested his cheek on the chair and groaned hoarsely, feebly pressing his hands to his ears.
“Coffee,” he whimpered. “What happened to my head? Coffee,” he pleaded once more.
Grinning widely, Potter poured him a large mugful. Shaking his head slightly as he walked over to the table, he set the steaming mug on the table, reached down and nearly lifted Draco off his feet as he helped him onto the chair he’d aimed for. “Let me guess - tequila?”
“I hate Pansy.” Draco wrapped both hands around his jade green mug with the gold polka dots and drew the drink of the Gods closer to him. “I hate tequila. I hate drinking. I hate bars. I hate going out.”
“But you like me.” Potter’s completely deadpan expression made Draco scowl - aarrgh, his face hurt dammit.
“What?” He took a huge gulp and moaned a long, gurgling moan as the gorgeous bitterness spread over his tongue.
“You like me,” Potter said again, leaning a hip against the counter with his arms crossed - he looked on the verge of another bout of laughter.
Draco stared blearily at him for several seconds before fuzzy memories started leaking into his aching brain. Then he let his head thump onto the table with another groan as Potter burst out laughing again.
“I hate everything!” Draco stated miserably. “Stop laughing at me!” His head throbbed when he raised his voice so he promptly shut up.
Potter, still laughing by the way, was loading up a plate with eggs, sausages and strips of bacon fried to crisp perfection - Draco’s stomach rolled and he clamped his mouth shut firmly as the food was set down before him.
Then Draco’s husband cupped his face with both hands, turned his face up and kissed him firmly. “I like you too,” Potter informed Draco.
“I will vomit on you,” Draco threatened.
Potter grinned, kissed his nose and went to get himself a plate of breakfast.
request: nonexistent! this was directly out of my mind (’:
word count: ~3700
a/n: good jesus christ this one took far too long to write. this is my first post of the blog, though, so color me excited for what’s to come! also i’m so tired. this has drained my energy for some reason. ugh. please do request though i have nothing to write and my ideas sort of go everywhere when i don’t have a solid idea in mind! thanks for reading! <3
summary: in which a sarcastic comment has draco calling you “princess”. he’s also kind of an ass. a very attractive, rude ass. (contains swearing ofc)
Summary: (Office AU) There’s this mutual feeling between you and your jerk of a neighbor, called hate. With every ounce of passion filled in your veins you both commence that feeling from day one of meeting each other. But what happens once, one of you are at the receiving end of the other’s help? Maybe you will learn how to co-operate?
Word Count: 3137
Pairing: Bucky x fem!Reader
Author’s Note: things have started to happen, you’ll realize when you get to the end of this part, enjoy! :)
Summary: After a few months of fooling and sneaking around with Bucky you both agree to not celebrate Valentines Day, but when the day rolls around he just can’t help but tease you, even if it means risking the others finding out. (Loosely based off of an anon request for Bucky + the letter R from @timeforsmut‘s NSFW ABCs)
Warnings: sprinkles of smut and fluff Word Count: 3009
I enjoy having breakfast in bed. I like waking up to the smell of bacon. Sue me. And since I don't have a butler, I have to do it myself.
So, most nights before I go to bed, I will lay six strips of bacon out on my George Foreman grill. Then I go to sleep. When I wake up, I plug in the grill. I go back to sleep again. Then I wake up to the smell of crackling bacon.
It is delicious. It's good for me. It's a perfect way to start the day.
Today, I got up, I stepped onto the grill and it clamped down on my foot... that's it. I don't see what's so hard to believe about that.
I would give the shirt off my back just to know how you’d look in it.
Anonymous requested : “Is that my shirt?” for a Jily prompt but I mistakenly deleted the ask when I was cleaning out my inbox of some years-old THG-fandom asks, sorry. Read it on ffn or AO3
is seated at the Gryffindor table eating a hearty serving of fried eggs and
toast and talking to her friend Marlene when they come traipsing into the Great
Hall like a scene from a Muggle film. Judging by the dark circles under all of
their eyes, none of them got any sleep last night. It doesn’t make them any
with his long, sleek, shimmery black hair and a careless smirk set on his
handsome face, has always been one of the most beautiful people she has ever
seen; even when they were eleven and weren’t exactly on the best terms there was no denying his ethereal beauty. Remus, all rugged and scarred and
managing to look somehow both seventeen and eighty at the same time – it’s that
haunted look in his eyes, she thinks – comes alive with the grin that his
friends bring to his face. Peter, who has always been nothing but eager smiles
and quick, witty one-liners and blue eyes in a boyishly charming face, is
shorter and far less impressive to look at than his friends, but manages to fit
in seamlessly all the same. Finally, there’s James Potter, the tallest of the
bunch, arguably less handsome than Sirius but still with his fair share of
admirers thanks to the easy grin, the effortless humor, the contagious
laughter, the eager, open, friendliness that he exudes, the perpetually messy
hair and deep, soft, charming hazel eyes that draw focus to a pleasant face.
heart skitters when she looks at him, finds him already watching her, heading
straight for her. The playful grin turns boyish and eager when their eyes meet and she has to look away before she bites her lip and gives it all away.
He is wedged between Sirius and Peter, an arm draped over each of them, but he
wrenches himself away from them and drops into the empty seat on her left,
tossing an arm over her shoulders.
Lily. Marlene,” he says with a nod for the blonde to her right.
James.” Marlene smirks at him as Sirius, Remus, and Peter take up three spots
across the table from them. “Boys.”
may I say, you’re looking quite fit today,” Sirius says, eyeing her over the
table even as he loads up his plate with bacon and eggs.
you may,” Marlene says loftily.
her silky, wavy blonde hair, vibrant blue eyes, and curvy build, she is no
stranger to boys like Sirius Black hitting on her. Still, Sirius is one of the
few boys who manages to makes those comments and walk away unscathed. She
claims it’s because their respective best friends are dating and it would be
awkward to face him day after day knowing that she had all but hexed his balls
off, but Lily suspects it’s more than that.
flicking her hair over her shoulder, Marlene turns her attention away from Sirius,
fixes a charming smile on her face, and leans toward Remus across the table.
When she speaks, her voice is high-pitched and just slightly breathy. “Hey, did
you finish that Defense essay yet?”
wants to laugh, knowing that Marlene’s efforts are lost on Remus, who is not
just oblivious to female interest, but actively tries to avoid it and therefore
will not be seduced into helping Marlene with anything.
about,” Remus says, watching suspiciously as she takes his plate from him and
fixes him a heaping serving of the sausages sitting in front of her. “You want
my notes, don’t you?”
I’m in completely over my head here,” Marlene drops the seductive tone and
hands his loaded plate back.
I don’t actually take notes in Defense.” He cracks a rueful smile when she
Against the Dark Arts genius over here,” Sirius says, nudging Remus with his
don’t take notes in anything,” Lily points out, doing her best to ignore James’s
wandering fingers on her leg.
genius is not limited to any one subject,” Sirius insists.
“Funny your grades don’t reflect your genius, then,” Marlene says.
to her, James laughs. Lily bites her lip to keep from joining in. She can’t help
but to crack a smile when Sirius tosses a chunk of bacon at James, who catches
it and throws it back at him.
can use my notes if you let me copy your History of Magic notes,” Peter offers
offense, Peter, but you’re not exactly the top Defense student,” Marlene points
out with a sigh.
not,” Peter says. “But I stole Remus’s essay yesterday and took notes on it.”
knew I didn’t leave it unrolled!” Remus exclaims.
got a deal, Peter.” Marlene grins and shakes Peter’s hand across the table,
both of them happily ignoring Remus’s scowl.
this, Potter.” Sirius lifts a spoonful of jam and makes to fling it at James.
you hit me, Black, you’re a dead man,” Lily says darkly. He eyes her for a
moment, takes note of her wand sitting next to her hand on the table, and
wisely drops the jam.
“My hero,” James places a hand dramatically over his heart and leans over to
catches her chin instead of her lips when she turns her head at the last
second. He sighs and lets his arm fall from around her shoulders. “You’re not
still cross with me, are you?”
ever should I be cross with you?” Lily says.
you shouldn’t!” James insists.
thing I’m not, then!” she snaps, and turns her back on him to speak to
Marlene, who is now watching them with wide eyes. He may be her boyfriend, and
she may be the only person in the world who finds him more attractive than
Sirius Black, and her heart may skip several beats whenever their eyes meet,
but she’ll be damned if she doesn’t make him pay for his indiscretions.
had a cross girlfriend or two in my day,” Sirius stage-whispers to the rest of
them, “and she’s definitely cross.”
just barely resists the urge to stick out her tongue at him or maybe glue his
tongue to the roof of his mouth.
doesn’t make a sound or touch her or anything of the sort, but Lily is as aware
as ever that James is staring at her. It’s a bit difficult to ignore someone
staring at you when said person is sitting barely two inches away, but she
gives it her best effort, chatting with Marlene, Remus, and Peter in between
bites of her breakfast. Next to Remus, Sirius is clearly taking advantage of
James’s inattention, doing something with his wand under the table. She has a
brief moment of pity for her boyfriend before she remembers that he definitely probably deserves whatever Sirius has in
that my shirt?” James asks suddenly.
freezes, a forkful of egg halfway to her mouth, and looks at him. “No.”
a silly thing to lie about. It’s his favorite shirt in the world. He’s worn it
just about daily since his parents gave it to him for Christmas three years ago
and he would know it anywhere. There’s a telltale stain just below her left
breast where Sirius spilled Doxy venom on him back in fifth year – he still has
the scar on his chest to prove it – and a hole the size of a knut where the
too-long sleeve bunches up at her right wrist.
it is. That’s my Puddlemere United shirt.” He reaches towards her as if he
wants to rip it off of her but seems to think better of it and merely brushes
the back of his bruised hand along the navy blue material covering her arm. If
it were one of the boys caught wearing his shirt, she is sure he wouldn’t
hesitate to rip it off them regardless of the number of onlookers.
breath hitches in her chest when he leans in close, his chest against her
shoulder and his mouth at her ear. “It looks really fucking good on you.”
turns her face towards him, undeniably affected by his hot breath on her and
his gravelly tone in her ear. Still, when he leans in to kiss her, she places a
hand on his chest to still him less than an inch from her lips. “I missed you
sorry,” he says, and tries to kiss her again.
“We had plans. You ditched me,” she reminds him.
“I… It was Sirius’s fault!”
pardon?” Sirius says around a mouthful of bacon.
you hadn’t got tickets to see the Chudley Cannons play Lancashire!” James
exclaims. “They’re both shit teams anyway!”
they’re such shit teams, why did you ditch your girlfriend to watch them?”
Remus asks slyly.
why did you cheer harder than anyone else there when Rookwell made that goal?”
Peter adds with a soft, amused snort.
James brandishes his empty fork across the table at his friends.
blame Sirius,” Lily says sternly as she scoops another bite of egg onto her
fork. “He didn’t force you to do anything.”
watches with a pathetic pout on his face as she pretends to concentrate all of
her attention on her breakfast.
don’t blame me,” Sirius says.
looking away from Lily, James throws a greasy sausage at Sirius, hitting him on
the nose and ignoring his protests.
Quidditch! I have poor impulse control when presented with Quidditch! You knew
that and decided to love me anyway!”
you admit it’s your fault,” Lily prompts.
all my fault. I’m stupid and I chose Quidditch over you and it wasn’t even
worth it, even if Rookwell did make that spectacular goal. Anyway, not
important. Still not better than spending an evening with you.” He leans in
close again, presses a quick kiss to her neck before she can stop him. One hand
tangles in her hair and the other creeps slowly up her thigh beneath the table.
“Or a morning, an hour, a few minutes.”
few minutes? You need to work on that, mate,” Sirius laughs.
perhaps he has, and a few minutes is all they need,” Marlene counters, sparing
Sirius an unimpressed glance as she reaches across the table for a strip of
bacon. “Something you should work on, maybe.”
gapes at her. Before he has a chance to get his thoughts in order enough to
retort, Lily’s wand is in her hand and pointing at him. He chokes, grabs his
mouth, and glares at her with his tongue firmly plastered to the roof of his
mouth. She smiles at him and turns her attention back to her boyfriend, who
only looks ever more turned on now that she has hexed his best friend.
heated gaze is her undoing, but she tries to hide it with a lofty sigh as she
studies him thoughtfully. “You do look rather pitiful.”
not entirely true. What he looks is desperate
with his wet, pink lips and dark, round, wide eyes. It makes her feel desperate.
She leans in close to him, feels him take a deep breath, either steadying
himself or breathing her in, she’s never too certain. His fingers drum a tattoo
high on her thigh under the fabric of her skirt. She hums in delight.
you can make it up to me.” She is sure to keep her tone husky, a bit raspy, the
way she knows he can’t resist.
from her, Sirius watches with one arched brow, a knowing smirk playing on his lips,
all insult and injury forgotten. Remus rolls his eyes and looks away pointedly,
the corners of his moth upturned just slightly while Peter laughs openly at the
wide-eyed stare James is giving her. Marlene just grins at them, not that
either of them notice what any of their friends are up to.
rises from the bench and drapes herself over James, her chest against his back,
arms hanging over his shoulders, hands trailing down his firm chest to his abs,
her mouth hovering just next to his ear. “I think I’ll keep the shirt on this
jaw is slack when he turns his head and tries to kiss her, but she backs away
quickly, and turns to walk from the Great Hall without looking back. He trips
over shoelaces suddenly tied together – Sirius’s sneaky doing earlier, no doubt
– and she hears him hit the ground cursing unreservedly, followed by the
laughter of several nearby students.
never does take much teasing to get him going. When he catches up to her
seconds later, a blazing look in his eye, and takes her hand to pull her along
at a faster pace, she knows she’s in for a real treat.
request; “hi! could you please do a draco x reader with the prompts 18 and 20, like where draco and reader broke up and they’re both doing quite bad about it but reader is bitter towards him :) hope this isn’t too much, feel free to change it up a bit if you want :) PS i love ur writing” — by anon
a/n: thank you! hope you like this :-) also, i don’t really think draco is the type to cheat on his girlfriend or something but i needed something so
18. “Sorry, but I don’t really care anymore.” 20. “You’re as pale as a ghost.”
No one dared to talk to Y/N and Draco for the following week after the rumor spread that they have broken up. Rumors indeed spread fast, and it was said that Y/N ended their relationship after finding out that Pansy managed to lure Draco to her trap, thus almost making him kiss her if it weren’t for Y/N arriving at the scene.
Every student in Hogwarts had heard it all as they yelled and spoke sentences that were intended to hurt one another, even going as far as drawing out their wands in deep hatred — Y/N completely furious by his actions while Draco was defending himself, saying that he wasn’t cheating on her and that Pansy made him drink something that tasted funny.
It was only when Professor McGonagall came that finally did the trick and stopped them from arguing further more, taking points from each of their houses’ for their ‘ridiculous behavior’ before commanding them to go back to their respective common rooms.
“Y/N, you’re as pale as a ghost, you should eat something.” her friend urged, placing two bacon strips on Y/N’s plate as she stares blankly off into space, unaware that someone was also gazing at her from the Slytherin table.
Draco Malfoy was clenching his hands into a fist at the sight of the girl he loved, angry that he knew he was the reason behind her frown and blank expression. Not in a million years would he think that he could intentionally try to inflict pain upon Y/N, but like many of the things he thought he wouldn’t do, he had done so.
Pansy was scowling beside him, knowing that he had his eyes steady on his ex-lover, causing her to place a hand on his arm.
“Come on, Draco. Quit mopping around that silly girl and just —”
“Get your filthy hand off me, Parkinson.” snarled Draco. “I told you to never talk to me again, right? You’re no longer part of my peers or my life.”
Pansy rolled her eyes. “Oh, you’re so melodramatic sometimes.” she glanced at Y/N, a smirk forming on her lips when she saw her shake her head at the girl in front of her, pushing her plate away. “Well, she’s being melodramatic too.”
Draco gritted his teeth, finally flickering his attention towards her. “Stay away from me, Parkinson. I mean it.”
“Don’t be too hard on Pansy, Malfoy.” Blaise suddenly intervened, munching on his toast.
“Don’t tell me what to do.” answered Draco with raised eyebrows. “Are you even aware of what she did? Why are you siding with this — this —” he let out an exhausted sigh, not even bothering on finishing his sentence.
Pansy sneered at him. “You know, Draco, you might even thank me for this. Y/N’s useless, she’s no match for you, she doesn’t deserve you —”
Draco laughed sarcastically. “Oh, and you do?”
“In a matter of fact, yes.”
“Rubbish!” he unintentionally slammed his fist on the table loudly, drawing a lot of attention from their housemates. “If you think that you can replace Y/N or that I can ever love you, then you’re very mistaken. I will never see you more than just a delusional and desperate girl because of what you’ve done to me.”
Pansy’s face was red from anger and humiliation as they have now all of the student’s eyes on them, and when she looked across their long table, she could see Y/N staring at their direction. Judging from her mouth that was slightly open, it was obvious that she had heard what Draco stated.
Before anyone could have the chance to mind their own business once again and pretend that they didn’t hear anything, Y/N stood up from her spot and rushed out of the Great Hall, Draco noticing it that led him to do the same and follow after her, a worried expression on his face while Pansy partially screamed.
Y/N didn’t want to hear anymore about what he had to say. She didn’t want to see him — she didn’t want to deal with him anymore, even if what he said earlier was proof that he indeed didn’t cheat on her. She just needed space to clear her head.
"Wait, Y/N,“ Draco held onto her arm when he managed to catch up on her but the second their skin made contact, she pulled away. "Y/N, hear me out. Why can’t you just see that I didn’t cheat on you with Parkinson —”
“Sorry, but I don’t really care anymore.” she sighed. “Please, Draco, I’m not in the mood to listen. I really need to go.”
“I still love you and I know you still love me too.” he stopped her from walking away again.
He took a deep breath. “Everything you saw that night. It wasn’t me. I know it’s my fault because I should have been more cautious around her but you got to understand that she was my friend. I-I will never think of doing that to you. You know exactly how much you really mean to me, Y/N.”
“I know.” she nodded, trying to look at anywhere else but his eyes. “That’s why I know you’ll understand if I tell you that I still need to be alone for the meanwhile. You didn’t see what I saw that night; it might not mean anything to you but knowing how every person I cared for in the past has always left me, it’s not easy to erase and ignore the thoughts that you might do too.” she admitted, her lower lip trembling from what she just said.
“Y/N …” Draco tried to approach her but she quickly backed away.
She gulped. “Just one month, Draco. That’s all I’m asking. After that, we’ll see where it takes us, but for now …”
He completely understood and he did nothing but nod his head.
“Can I hold you one more time?” asked Draco after a few seconds of silence.
Y/N didn’t speak but Draco knew that she was letting him. He quickly walked towards her and hugged her rigid body, contented even though she wasn’t returning his embrace. He just wanted to hold her before it was too late for their relationship, and as Y/N hesitantly leans her head against his shoulder, he believed that this struggle they were currently facing would soon be overcame with a little bit more faith and love, sure that he was willing to do everything in his power to make everything fall back to place.
Ok so I had work last night (which kicked my butt) then an
emergency this morning, so I’m changing things up a bit ok! I’ll still get
caught up this weekend, but I was able to write this real fast before bed and
had the Tkachuk one already done so bear with me guys ok. I’m going through
some shit right now! Anon let me know what you thought!!
Warning: drunk Willy, cussing
Anon Request: Omg I’ve been requesting so many willy
imagines 😂😂 but could you do one where he says
I love you for the first time but he’s drunk and the reader doesn’t know how to
react and then the next morning is really awkward, but end with them both saying
I love you?
“who are you and why have you knitted my cat a sweater” au
february 14 | “proposal” (Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone! Here’s the overview of my favorite AU of the week, plus a bonus tiny excerpt to start you off right. ;D)
Gabriel’s cat hates everyone and everything, except he’s suddenly decided it’s time to move in with their new neighbor, Jack. Gabriel only finds out about this because Reaper comes home wearing the world’s ugliest handmade sweater. Gabriel can’t believe his eyes. Reaper hisses when he tries to take the sweater off.
Gabriel sticks a note to Reaper’s collar that reads, “Who are you and why have you knitted my cat a sweater?” So begins Jack and Gabriel’s correspondence via post-it notes.
Jack’s veteran support group had suggested finding a way to keep his hands busy, so he decided to knit a sweater for the lonely cat that keeps sneaking into his apartment. It must be cold if it keeps curling up in his lap, right? Jack is a dog person so he is completely clueless about cats. He pretty much treats Reaper like a dog but Reaper is a weirdo who loves him anyway.
BONUS: Gabriel’s cat is an accurate predictor of his relationships with other people. So when Gabriel sees Reaper being a total sweetheart and purring as Jack puts Ugly Sweater 2.0 on him, he accidentally blurts, “Holy shit, marry me.”
Gabriel stares down in utter disbelief. His
cat is wearing a sweater. His
cat—Reaper, a feisty little bastard who hates just about everyone and bites
anything that moves—is wearing a sweater.
A hideous, obviously hand-knitted sweater that Gabriel has never even seen before, let alone put on his sweater-hating cat.
request: might be weird but could you do a scenario with being in a poly relationship with taehyung from bts and amber from f(x)? id understand if you don’t want to😅
author’s response: i had so much fun doing this! i hope you love reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it! thank you so much for requesting and i hope you have a good day!
otp(s): kim taehyung x amber liu x reader
word count: 2,177
synopsis: a nice home doesn’t always come with a side of romance and delicious bacon.
it was barely nine a.m when taehyung sleepily cracked open his eyes. russet pupils adorned with exhaustion started all over the soiled white ceiling, once again analyzing each and every crack building in the surface. taehyung had a habit of memorizing the shape of each crack and crevice when he had trouble drifting off to sleep, his legs snuggled beneath worn wool, his arm hanging over a pillow of smooth skin. sometimes when sleeplessness would only prevail to stretch its existence, his lips would find themselves marking unidentified shapes of flesh. swollen lips would languorously part with a small murmur of his name, but tired fingers would rake through his hair, coaxing his ministrations not to stop. to continue.
A/N: This story came to me in the middle of the night and I had so much fun writing it. I hope you enjoy it. Sebastian doesn’t know you are pregnant; you are almost four weeks and you can’t bring yourself to tell him until faith intervenes.
I placed our breakfast on the table and turned my back as his sleepy silhouette slid into a seat in the kitchen island. I turned the kettle on and reached into the cabinet for two mugs. I retrieved two spoons when he spoke.
“I had a dream last night.”
“I dreamt that you were pregnant.”
The spoons clattered to the floor.
I bent down slowly and picked them up, placing them on the counter, my hand shaking as I thought back on last night when I told him I was pregnant, but he was in a deep sleep, did his subconscious hear me?
I laughed feeling his eyes as they followed my movements. “That’s too funny.” I say as I scooped two spoonful of grounded coffee into the maker and its low hum filled the kitchen a few seconds later.
“Isn’t it?” he laughed.
The kettle began to whistle and I filled my mug with the water and I stirred his coffee and placed it front of him. I sat across from him and reached for the bacon strip on my plate. His phone rings and he answered it, my phone buzzed and he slid it over to me. I swiped the screen and saw that it was a text from Ann asking if I told him.
I looked up at Sebastian who was fully immersed in his phone call. I replied and she volleyed another text, I replied again and I placed my phone on the table and dug into my breakfast. My phone buzzed again, but I ignored it as I bit into another strip of bacon. He hangs up a few minutes later, his demeanor tense.
“What is it?” I asked as I sipped my tea.
He sighed. “I’m sorry, Doll, but there is nothing I can do.”
“Andie is going to be at the cast brunch, I thought she was overseas.” I stared at him blankly. “We don’t have to go.”
“And how would that look? You can go and I’ll stay back. I’m the unnamed plus one remember.”
He rolled his eyes at my comment. “That’s not an option, I want you there. If you don’t go then neither will I.”
“Don’t be silly.” I paused. “We’ll go.”
I was in the bedroom getting ready when I heard a commotion in the bathroom and I eyed the door cautiously.
“Sebastian are you alright in there.” I called out which was followed by a loud thump and then expletives one after the other.
“Fuck!” He exclaimed.
Sebastian emerged from the bathroom, dripping wet and annoyed with a towel wrapped lazily around his torso and his phone in his hand.
“What is it?” I asked as I peeled my eyes from his dripping body while ignoring the ache in my warmth.
“Change of plans, babe.”
“OK.” I mouthed as I stepped out of my olive dress and placed it on the back of the chair that I fell heavily into.
“Voicemail from Sal.” I nodded silently, knowing what he was going to say before the words left his mouth.
His agent Sal only left voicemails when he didn’t want to face the immediate wrath of Sebastian. He does this when he needed Sebastian to fly out with little to no notice; another joys of dating a celebrity, the unexpected change in their schedules.
“How long?” I asked.
“Doll, I’m sorry.” He says kneeling in front of me.
I felt the moisture from his body dripping against my leg.
“Sebastian, how long?”
“The minimum three days.”
I sighed. “It’s not a problem.” I say.
He kisses my lips, praising me for being understanding and his sweet nothings and adoration worked because in the next moment his towel was discarded on the floor and he was now sitting on the chair and I straddled him.
Since the cast brunch was no longer happening, I decided to go for a walk while Sebastian and Sal met to discuss the details of his trip and his departure, which he told me was later that night. I walked into Twosie, a newborn clothing store and my heart immediately swelled, my hands automatically touching my stomach. I didn’t know exactly what prompt me to do this, but I found myself at the cashier a few minutes later. I tucked the bag into my handbag and exited the store.
I got back to our apartment, as he was finishing up his packing, which was a small carry-on duffle that held the essential things, everything else would be at the hotel waiting for him. He kisses my cheek as I came into the bedroom; he walked in and out of the bedroom grabbing items to put in his bag. When he went into the living room, I quietly buried the item I bought from Twosie in between the clothing he packed. He comes back into the room as I stepped away from the bag and sat on the edge of the bed, he drops an item into the bag and zips it shut. He turns and we gaze at each other silently before he takes a step towards me.
“I’ll be back before you know it.” He says leaning down and kissing my forehead.
I nod. “I know, I just hate when you leave.” I say, wrapping my arms around his torso, my head resting on his stomach.
He massages my back our moment crashing back to reality as his phone buzzed in his pocket. He steps out of my embrace and knew what that meant. He kisses me profusely and grabs his bag. “I love you.” He says as he exited the the bedroom.
I followed a few paces behind him, he turns one last time to look at me and our unborn child that I already know will have his features. I smiled at him.
****This story ended up being quite long, so I had to make the ending it’s own story, which will be from Sebastian’s point of view. It’s already written, so I’ll post it later on this evening.****
“I came home with my meat. I had the front of his body I liked best. His monkey [penis] and pee wees [testicles] and a nice little fat behind to roast in the oven and eat. I made a stew out of his ears – nose – pieces of his face and belly. I put onions, carrots, turnips, celery, salt and pepper. It was good.
Then I split the cheeks of his behind open, cut off his monkey and pee wees and washed them first. I put strips of bacon on each cheek of his behind and put them in the oven. Then I picked 4 onions and when the meat had roasted about ¼ hour, I poured about a pint of water over it for gravy and put in the onions. At frequent intervals I basted his behind with a wooden spoon. So the meat would be nice and juicy.
In about 2 hours, it was nice and brown, cooked through. I never ate any roast turkey that tasted half as good as his sweet fat little behind did. I ate every bit of the meat in about four days. His little monkey was a sweet as a nut, but his pee-wees I could not chew. Threw them in the toilet.”
- Serial killer Albert Fish describes cannibalising four-year-old Billy Gaffney, who he murdered in 1927