OMG…. imagine harry wants to cook a really nice dinner with the kids for the missus. little P and alfie with daddy harry in the kitchen, little stools in front of the counter so they can help properly with little aprons and everything. giggles, and laughter filling the house mixed with the delicious smell of what ever food they decided to cook, harry being the little dork he always is making the kids’ belly hurt from all the laughing. 😱😍 xx
The twins aren’t old enough to stand up on the stools to help with dinner, so, they’ve taken up the corner of the kitchen where they’re colouring on paper with their crayons and pencils. Bodies sprawled out on the tiles, giggling at each other, with their hair pulled back into ponytails with different coloured hairbands pushing their fringes back so that they could tell who was who. But, Alfie and Persephone insisted they helped with dinner that night whilst the missus took a night off to relax in the bath before dinner commenced. Alfie standing one side of him, closest to the sink to wash the vegetables with, and Persephone standing the other side of him, closest to the cooker so she can drop all of the vegetables into the pan after Harry had chopped them up.
And they’re dressed in aprons that have a matching print on them; a chequered blue and white apron on Alfie’s body and chequered pink and white aprons on Harry’s and Persephone’s, all with STYLES embroidered into the corner, made courtesy of Anne that she had gifted to all of them one Christmas. Hair pulled from their faces.
And when he ducks down to grab another pan to cook the pasta in, from the cupboard that’s in one of the cupboards in the kitchen island, he starts banging it upon the counter to ‘make’ music, making the kids jump and laughing when they start giggling away. The twins rolling onto their back and squealing out in laughter as Alfie starts banging his fists on the counter and Persephone tinkles a spoon against the lid of the pan in her hand. Loud “aaaah”s leaving Harry’s mouth as the four kids around him cackle away and join in with the sounds.
“What on earth is going on in here? So much for a relaxing bath!” The missus calls over the loud music, all five of them spinning around and looking in her direction, sending her a grin and a smile as she steps further into the room, “you’re meant to be cooking dinner, you lot.”
“The kids are auditionin’ for me, to play music on the new album,” he laughs, setting the pan on the counter and walking across to her, as the laughter continues behind them, “did we disrupt you?”
“No, no. I was kidding!” She smiles, tightening the dressing gown around her waist and pressing a kiss to Harry’s lips, “what are we making?”
“Music, mummy! Music!” Alfie grins, as she walks over to him and lifts him to her body, “we’re makin’ music!”
“I meant for dinner, silly love,” she giggles, setting him down on the floor and tightening the small bun at the back of his head, “have you been helping daddy, yeah? Such a good little love you are, sweet boy.” xx
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You sigh when you look at all the pages still waiting to be shoved into your head. You really weren’t feeling studying today. You actually never feel like studying but today is especially bad.
You were really excited to start college but now you’ve been there for two years already, all you wanna do is quit. You’d much rather hang out with your boyfriend. You don’t see him that much as it is because of his busy schedule but now you have to study for upcoming exams, it’s become even less.
Lost in thought, you were chewing and nibbling on your ballpoint pen, thinking about what you’d rather be doing than sitting there between a pile of paper and textbooks. You could think of a thing or two.
The little chimes of her alarm clock danced a honey-like melody into her ears, a small, genial smile sparking her rosy lips, her eyes still softly shut against the dark blue streaks of early morning that emitted through the gap between the silky curtains hung neatly around the oblong window peering down at her bed.
Y/N lay like this for a while, her skin tingling against the warm, fluffy material of her mango-tinted duvet covers. Her upper structure surrounded by a sea of puffy cushions and pillows, which made her giggle slightly, the small pair of eyes peeking out from the large mass of cotton that made up her bed lighting up in amusement. Y/N found pleasure in such small, salubrious situations, and it never really mattered if she was alone whilst witnessing them.
Word count: 2.053 (without background information)
Summary of part 3: Steve and his wife go to
visit a cemetery. One year later, it’s all gone to shit.
Background information: As negotiator for
the NYPD, you and Steve Rogers meet during a raid in Brooklyn. It’s love
at first sight, but 4 years later your powers put your marriage at
risk. Will it be Steve or Bucky to save you from the darkness?
Title: Ride With Me - part five Serie’s prompt: Alternate Universe (AH) in which the reader is a horse rider who goes to a ranch in Arizona to gain work experience. During her time on the ranch she develops a strong connection with a wrangler and horse trainer named Dean. A story about a cowboy who falls for the girl, a story about the importance of family. Prompt part 5: A hard day’s work is over and after a little initiation on the Reader’s first day, it’s time to have a fun night! Words: 4489 words Characters: Dean, Benny, Jo, Ash, Garth (Bobby and Ellen mentioned) Pairings: Dean x reader (not in this part yet, you have to be a little patient) Warnings: language and mild drinking for this part, maybe even a little fluff? Author’s note: I’m excited about this part! Who wouldn’t Tags: Below the story. Want to get tagged? Send me a message!
6.40 PM: your exhausting first working day at Gold Canyon Ranch is over. You didn’t expect the time to fly by as it did. But turning out the horses, sweeping the floors and cleaning the tack actually offered a soothing satisfaction. It was a nice variation to pitching business plans and writing on your thesis, which basically has been all you’ve done for the past eight months. The work here was simple, therapeutic almost. That you didn’t get ride a single horse yet doesn’t even bother you. What does, is the fact that you are drenched in sweat and covered in dust and horse hairs. You can feel dirt tickle in your cleavage under your bra, in your socks and beneath the denim of your jeans, somehow the particles got absolutely everywhere, mixing with the layer of moist that covers your entire body. You watch Dean lock up the tack room which you sorted out while Jo took a group of twelve guests on a mountain hack. He glances through the glass four-squared window impressed before he turns to you. You suggested to organize the tack yourself, after noticing the messy storage place. To the head wrangler’s and Garth’s delight he didn’t even have to assign you that task. “Good job. I don’t think it has ever been this neat”, he compliments. You smile at that, raking your fingers through your dirty hair. It feels like you haven’t washed it for a week. “Thanks”, you reply, happy that your work is being appreciated.
After a while Merlin reached for the single apple and bit into it, then took another bite before handing it over to Arthur, reaching across the blue chequered cloth on the ground between them. Arthur took the apple from his hand without looking, still with his gaze lost far away, and absent-mindedly licked the spot where the sweet, crisp flesh of the fruit was exposed. Merlin’s mouth went dry, then watered, and he stared in fascination as Arthur licked the apple again before taking a bite. It did not seem deliberately suggestive at all. On the contrary, he seemed only half aware of what he was doing, and that made it even more alluring. Merlin swallowed. He could not let go of the fact that Arthur’s mouth, his tongue, touched the spot Merlin’s had only seconds ago. A vicarious kiss.