but i can make it curly when i want to

anonymous asked:

I feel so stupid lol ☺️ but i really need to ask this, i am 16-17 and i wanna be more girly and like lil'woman, how can i? Thank you soooo much again 💕

 Oh! You want to be more “girly” ? Well, I’m going to take in fact what girly normally means in this sense and use it like that ahhah! Don’t feel stupid, though.

First thing’s first:

You have your own style that is unique to you…etc. You don’t have to be something else, though if you are currently not happy with yourself and are working on self improvement, I encourage you to do so. Let’s start with some basics on what “girly” or “feminine” is! 

Girly is basically acting in very feminine and liking feminine things. However, there is MUCH more to it than just the look. I’m going to start off with the more “mature” side of things, as you said you wanted to be more like a woman (which includes maturity) and then we can work on other things! It’s not just a style, it’s a mindset. The “fuck you i’m going to get my goals” mindset.

Embracing yourself:

/Note: None of this is set in stone. This is just my opinion on to help her grow into a stronger and more mature woman.

  • Do not take shit. Walk with your head high and smile. If someone puts you down, ask yourself: “Is this a logical problem or is it opinionated?” If it is opinionated, ignore it. If it is logical and backed with evidence and reasoning, take it into factor and make note to work on that.
  • Learn to treat yourself. It’s okay to want to spend a little extra money on yourself sometimes.
  • Be independent. Don’t rely on others to get things done for you. Your homework is your homework. Your job is your job. Be independent and don’t rely on them to do it for you!
  • Treat yourself and others with respect. I have a rule, instead of just “you have to earn my respect” I say: “I respect until you disrespect, and at that point, I drop all respect I’ve had for you.”
  • Fight immaturity with maturity. If someone is being messy as hell, fight back with maturity. Give no fucks. Show no mercy. When they call you a name and try to fight, if you want to piss them off AND come off as mature, say something like: “Honestly, I have goals to reach. I don’t have time for you to be immature and try to ruin that for me.” And walk off.
  • Don’t be afraid to break sometimes. It happens to the strongest of people. There is no way I could count how many times I sat in bed at night trying to stop crying. Cry, and afterwards, take a deep breath and tell yourself that you’ll get through this.
  • DO NOT let people dictate who you are. Don’t let these little boys or girls tell you that you need to look like this or that. Don’t let them tell you who you should be. Not even your parents are allowed to tell you who to be. If they try, pretend to obey but do the exact opposite. Be who YOU are.
  • Get your schoolwork done, babe. Seriously this is important, it isn’t about the grades. It’s about furthering your knowledge and showing everyone that you can do what they think you can’t.
  • Have fun! Have fun if you want, but be safe.
  • Do everything with confidence, even if you have to fake it!
  • Follow your passions. Maybe you like dance, singing art, makeup or whatever else. Do it. 
  • Remember that if anyone ever says you fucked them, that only gives you power.
  • If you’re giving an assignment wednesday and are told you need it finished by friday, work on it wednesday. Cut off all distractions and work on that assignment. Afterwards, write down everything you didn’t understand. The next day, spend time learning about what you didn’t understand and proofread the assignment 3 times. This applies for ALL days.
  • Exams coming up soon? Stop staying up all night studying. Study in 10-15 minute intervals with 5 minute breaks. Quiz yourself every hour to find your weak links and then study those. What are you scared of failing most? Focus on that.
  • You’re 16-17. You know about sex. You know how it works. You may have already have sex. This is okay. All I ask of you is to be safe. Do NOT rely on someone to have condoms, if you need, go buy them yourself. Know how to do things safely. Remember: Kink isn’t spontaneous, it’s safe words. Anal isn’t a quick slip, it’s reading articles on how to do it and lube. Be safe, be real.
  • In the case that you get pregnant: Breathe. Make your choices. Do what you need to do and always remember that you can run in my askbox and talk to me about everything. I will always be here to listen. You can also read articles and such on parenting advice, how to do it as a teenager..etc.
  • I’m telling you the above because I’ve had friends who got pregnant at 15-16 or 17 and didn’t know what to do.
  • Also: 
  • Don’t slut shame  or talk bad about girls who want to have sex and have lots of it. Instead, encourage them to do it safely.
  • Don’t put anyone down that isn’t as popular as you. Bring them up. 
  • Being sweet will get you a long way.
  • Act twice your age if you want to look really mature in front of all the teachers and shit. Literally you can read articles..etc. on maturity.
  • Remember that maturity does not mean you can’t have fun.
  • If you feel depressed…etc. talk to someone. Don’t be silent.
  • One of the first signs I ever had of anorexia was that I craved the disorder. Which means I literally wanted to be it. Little did I know it was going to drag me through hell. If you have these thoughts, get help.
  • Do not be afraid of going to get help from a professional.

Inspirational Shit:

/Note:  Take notes on these. Take them to heart. Carry them with you like a blankie to a baby and don’t let go of them.

  • “All flowers must start as sprouts.” -  Me
  • “To fight or to cower down, that is the question. The question in which you should answer from the ground, even face down in the dirt, bloody and bruised from life with a smirk. Because to fight when you’re down is the most courageous thing.” - Me
  • “And she will bow to no one nor anything, and the day she does, you should fear.” - Me
  • “Learn the rules like a pro so you can break them like an artist.” - Picasso
  • “Don’t run backwards, no never, even if it breaks down, oh better.” - Tomorrow
  • “If you feel like you’re going to crash, accelerate you idiot.” - Nevermind
  • “You don’t need a ‘reason’ to live. Live because you can. Live because in the end, even if it hurts, you don’t need a reason to live. All that matters is that you’re here.” - Me
  • “If I ever break through the wall of failure, people will be in awe at the sight of me rising from nothingness.” - Me
  • “Some girls are full of heartache and poetry and those are the kind of girls who try to save wolves instead of running away from them.” - Nikita Gill  //Be one of those girls. - me//
  • If you want to truly live, you have to be tested, whether by yourself or the cruel game of life. - Me
  • Stop living in fear of what might happen and start living in what is happening. - Me
  • “Don’t fashion me into a maiden that needs saving from a dragon. I am the dragon and I will eat you whole.” - Unknown
  • “She spun herself a crown of gold, thrones of bones and citadels, to the deaf stars she screamed: make me queen or I’ll make you bleed.” M.J.
  • “You’re masking past failure with your present success and it’s both beautiful and terrifying, like watching a witch write your name in the stars.” A.Ashstar
  • Lmao there’s a lot from me but most of them have literally kept my best friends from dying so I added them anyways.
  • “Touch me and you’ll burn.” - Margaret Atwood
  • This photographers work will inspire you
  •  “You’re worth it, you’re perfect, you deserve it, just work it.” - 21st Century girl 

Now we can get on to the typical “style” or such. This is just some stuff that I’ve accumulated. However there is so much more to it. You dress how YOU want to dress. Do what makes you confident. But if you want, I do have a polyvore. (celestial-sweets). Now onto some style recommendations to embrace your femininity! When most people think “feminine” they think “dress” when I think feminine, I think “gorgeous”. There will be a massive variety under this. So you can wear whatever you want and still have style recommendations.

Clothing Style:

/Note: I feel the need to say that you should wear whatever makes you confident and comfy again.

  • Chic:
  • Tucked in tank tops and body suits with jeans
  • White skinny jeans look amazing with this look
  • Get your glitter lipstick on if you want boo yes work it
  • Nude also works well
  • Normally they don’t add a lot of highlight but i you want, yesss
  • Wavy/curly hair looks gorgeous with this style
  • Heels (usually black or tan) are a hella yes
  • Mascara and nude eyeshadow
  • Natural looking brows
  • Button ups
  • Baddie:
  • Do the above with this new style too, itll work
  • But also if you wear bodycon itll be hella looking baddie
  • thigh high boots happen a lot
  • matte lipstick
  • with matte eyeshaodw but with a really clean glitter
  • yea that happens
  •  and gradient brows ive noticed
  •  but the best part about this look is that you can be casual with it and look like you’re some kinda goddess i swear
  •  literally if you toss on some highlighter, a pair of ripped jeans and a shirt with some adidas 
  • or likea bomber jacket, a sports tank and shorts, with adidas and some like nude lipstick, brown mascara and highlgihter
  •  you will literally glow like you have never glown before
  • Crop tops are a thing with this look yall
  • Hella Cute And  Casual:
  • Jeans, sweatpants
  • Toss on like a crop top hoodie and a cropped tank and boom
  • oh oh oh and if you wear an oversized plain white t shirt with like a pair of jean shorts
  • you will make heads turn
  • honestly tho and with this, you wanna have very very light eyeliner like
  • just tightline the top, light mascara, aa clear gloss on your lips
  • you will be a glowing boo without even trying
  •  AND DUDE A MESSY BUN YES
  •  but if your hair is too short for that that’s okay boo i understand, 
  • itlls still look cute as fuck
  •  Fancy As Hell:
  • Heels, strappy ass heels,
  • Small chain necklaces with tiny pendants 
  • A ring or two, with some shiny bracelets
  •  nails
  • dresses dresses more dresses
  • soft curls or straight hair works well
  • a black scarf paired with a button up shirt and some black slacks and a pair of heels will make you look like a business woman
  • or like a pencil skirt
  • but a black pleated one works too
  • stockings go well with this look
  • TBH tho just wear what you wanna wear.  
  • Remember to put an outfit together super easily you can stick to basic colors like black/tan/gray/white and throw something on so quick to look fancy
  • Also to be honest any fancy undies will make you feel so much more feminine i swear
  •  like i have some lace ones with poka dot and i cry they make me feel so good
  • EXPLORE CLOTHING!!!
  • Bbut if you want to look very mature then you should look at business women…etc. take notes on style from it and how to present yourself.

Self care:

/Note: yes boo get ur self care

  • Wash your face
  • Moisturize
  • Don’t sleep in makeup
  • Coconut oil your legs like hella
  • Don’t forget to brush your teeth darling
  • Organize and clean your room once a week
  • Get your dishes out of the room EVERY DAY
  • Go to bed at a reasonable time if you have school okay
  • Wash your clothes when the basket is almost full, not full. But almost full. And learn how to properly wash them.
  • Go on a walk once a week or do some kind of activity
  • Drink ya water girl!
  • all this is so stereotypical but idgaf
  • Watch movies sometimes
  • EXPLORE!! Safely, though
  • If there’s somewhere you want to go, start saving a little bit of money to go there
  • When you wake up, look at yourself in the mirror and tell yourself you love you. 
  • Fight towards your goals
  • Ttake your damn vitamins boo bear. Like vitamins and nutrition support can help you so much more than you would know.
  • Don’t overwork yourself.
  • Love yourself, love myself. - RM

Okay boo that’s all the advice I have! Literally just have fun, much love dear. Always remember you can come to my ask box!! Have fun! Love yourself!!!

9

I feel no need to burn down the house I built by hand. I can make additions to it. I can redecorate. And so I’m not going to sit there and say, “Oh, I wish I hadn’t had corkscrew-curly hair and worn cowboy boots and sundresses to awards shows when I was 17; I wish I hadn’t gone through that fairy-tale phase where I just wanted to wear princess dresses to awards shows every single time.” Because I made those choices. It was part of me growing up”

2

“As far as the need to rebel against the idea of you, or the image of you: Like, I feel no need to burn down the house I built by hand. I can make additions to it. I can redecorate. But I built this. And so I’m not going to sit there and say, ‘Oh, I wish I hadn’t had corkscrew-curly hair and worn cowboy boots and sundresses to awards shows when I was 17; I wish I hadn’t gone through that fairy-tale phase where I just wanted to wear princess dresses to awards shows every single time.’ Because I made those choices. I did that.”  — Taylor Swift, Elle Magazine 2015

2

“As far as the need to rebel against the idea of you, or the image of you: Like, I feel no need to burn down the house I built by hand. I can make additions to it. I can redecorate. But I built this. And so I’m not going to sit there and say, ‘Oh, I wish I hadn’t had corkscrew-curly hair and worn cowboy boots and sundresses to awards shows when I was 17; I wish I hadn’t gone through that fairy-tale phase where I just wanted to wear princess dresses to awards shows every single time.’ Because I made those choices. I did that.” — Taylor Swift, Elle Magazine 2015

2

“As far as the need to rebel against the idea of you, or the image of you: Like, I feel no need to burn down the house I built by hand. I can make additions to it. I can redecorate. But I built this. And so I’m not going to sit there and say, ‘Oh, I wish I hadn’t had corkscrew-curly hair and worn cowboy boots and sundresses to awards shows when I was 17; I wish I hadn’t gone through that fairy-tale phase where I just wanted to wear princess dresses to awards shows every single time.’ Because I made those choices. I did that”

Fuzzy {Anthony Ramos x Reader}

Originally posted by yay4hamlet

Hello there! So this is my first Hamilton fanfic and I would greatly appreciate it if you didn’t really point out the flaws in my writing (unless they’re typos because I freaking hate those and would love to fix them). If anyone has any requests, feel free to dm me or send me an ask. Well that’s all so read on

Word Count: 911

Summary: You’re a part of the ensemble in Hamilton and during a performance you were attacked on staged. You wake up entirely confused, having no recollection of what happened or who anyone is.

“What am I supposed to do? Just walk out of here and leave her?”

I wake up to the sounds of people arguing and machinery beeping. Everything is so fuzzy and I can’t figure out where I am. Finally opening my eyes, I see people in clothing that could only replicate that of the revolutionary era. I see an abundance of people milling around the room. Why are there so many people? They’re everywhere in petticoats and corsets which makes no sense at all.

“Seriously?! Is that what you really want me to do?”

I turn to see where the yelling is coming from and I find two people talking by the door. There’s this guy with freakishly curly hair tied into a tight ponytail and so many freckles that I couldn’t even imagine counting them. Standing across from him is a man with darker hair and some stubble. The commotion seems to be coming from them.

“Yes. That’s what I want you to do, Anthony, but don’t make it sound so bad. I just want you to go get cleaned up and get that cut checked out. I think you might need stitches. After that you can come back and see her when she wakes up. But until then you need to go take care of yourself.”

The man with dark hair seems to be more reasonable than the other, whose name appears to be Anthony. He speaks with rationality and logic while Anthony seems to be talking nonsense. Anthony seems to really care about this girl that they keep mentioning.

“Look, I can take care of myself just fine so back off. But right now she’s unable to take care of herself and I need to help her. I don’t want her to wake up alone, Lin.”

A lady dressed in scrubs makes her way between Anthony and Lin. She pushes through the crowd and the groups of people conversing amongst themselves. She looks slightly annoyed and I can’t help but relate to her. It’s too loud in here. Too crowded with people that I don’t know. She continues to make her way to my bed, stopping at the foot of it to pick up a clipboard which I assume has my charts on it. She writes something down on it then checks on the IV bag hanging beside my bed. Then she looks at me and I at her.

“She’s not going to wake up alone. Do you see how many people are in here? You are clearly not the only one who cares about her. We are all going to be by her side when she wakes up. And once you get yourself put together you can be by her side as well. She’s going to be fine so stop all this unnecessary worrying.”

The nurse gives me a soft smile as I come to the realization that I am the girl the men are talking about. The man named Anthony seems to care about me immensely but I have no idea who he is. How can a stranger be so worried about my well-being? I mean, he is stranger, right?

This time it’s the nurse whose voice you hear. She softly says to you, “Well hello, sleepyhead. You were out for quite some time. I was beginning to get a bit worried until I realized that you were administered a larger dosage of medicine than you were supposed to receive. But everything is alright. You had some internal bleeding, but you were rushed to surgery and the doctors fixed you right up. Now you’ll need to stay in that bed for the next couple of days because we don’t want any complications. Does that sound good, sweetheart?”

For some reason, Anthony could hear the nurse talking all the way across the room and snapped his head to look at where I lay. His eyes widen as he looks at me. It makes me wonder if I have any strange marks on my face. As I reach up to feel if I do, Anthony races across the room and grabs my hand.

“Y/N! Oh my god, you’re awake! I was so worried. We were all so worried. I mean the dude rammed into you so hard and then you hit one of the props on stage and then you wouldn’t wake up. We couldn’t seem to get to the hospital fast enough. The ambulance kept getting stuck behind stupid cars with stupid people who refused to move to the side of the stupid road. Oh, I’m so relieved that you’re awake.”

I’ve never heard someone talk so fast before. It’s like he was saying a million words per second and it took me a while to fully understand him. It seemed like he thought he had about two seconds before I would fall asleep again. But here I am, still very awake and very confused.

He continued to look at me as I gazed around the room to find everyone’s eyes on me. It’s quite an uncomfortable feeling and I really don’t know what to do about it.

“Y/N?”

I turned back to look into the hazel eyes that felt like they were reading into my soul. And with just three sentences I could feel the hearts of everyone in the room drop, the fastest one holding on to my hand.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know who you are. I don’t know who any of you are.”

A/N: Bum bum bummmmm. Well I hope that was okay and that you liked it. A part 2 may be in the future but that all depends on y’alls response. Peace out my peeps

Update: pt 2  pt 3

For The Love Of Harry, Chapter Five

Pink it was love at first sight…Yeah, pink when I turn out the light…

Your phone alarm screamed loudly, your eyes darting open at the blaring Aerosmith tune. Your brain tried to adjust when you felt the bed shaking behind you as Harry tried to stifle his laughter. It had become a running joke with Harry since you moved in with him, that he found quite hilarious. Every night after you would fall asleep, he would change your alarm ringtone to a different song. You never knew whose music you would wake up to, but you loved that it entertained him so much.

You grinned before slowly turning your head on the pillow to face him. He looked at you, reached to shut off the alarm, and full-on laughed, wrapping his arm around your back.

“Appropriate, don’t you think?” he asked, still enjoying his joke.

“Pink is the only true rock and roll color, I hear,” you teased as he kissed your cheek.

“Mornin’, my love,” Harry said, sprinkling your neck and face with good morning kisses.

“It is, isn’t it?” you yawned. “Good morning.”

He pulled you into a warm, relaxing hug and you both whimpered, not wanting to start your days.

“We don’t really have to get up, do we?” you asked, whining.

“Afraid so,” he said, sighing heavily. “Busy day today.” You groaned, not wanting to leave the bed or his arms. In an effort to wake you up thoroughly, Harry suddenly climbed on top of you, full weight, his arms and legs sprawled toward each corner of the bed, his head cheek to cheek with yours, teasing you to try to get up. He laughed as you struggled under him, and you were laughing too hard to gain enough strength to attempt to push him off of you.

“Get off of me!” you laughed. “What are you doing?”

“Come on, babe,” Harry laughed. “We really need to get up and get ready. Stop messing around now!” Harry laughed as you continued to struggle under him and laugh. Finally he pulled himself back up on his arms and looked into your face. “Awake now?”

“How could I not be?” you said as you regained your composure. “Are you my 13 year old brother or something?”

“Didn’t think I was your 13 year old brother last night, did you?” he flirted, raising his eyebrows up and down, giggling then kissing you sweetly.

“Definitely…not,” you said, remembering the moans and orgasms of the night before. “Definitely not.”

He kissed you again, sliding his arms between your body and the mattress under you, holding you tightly for a long moment.

“I love this,” Harry whispered in your ear.

“Me, too,” you returned quietly in his.

*

“I’m done early today,” Harry said, stopping the car outside the entrance of your building. The paps that had once been loitering outside your office had found bigger fish to fry and had moved along, allowing your public existence to be easier again. You for one couldn’t have been happier. You had both kept a hushed mouth about your relationship, causing the rumor mill to fly. Were you a couple? Just good friends? A PR stunt? You had managed to keep it under wraps that you were living with Harry now, and were careful not to be seen out together to still the shark-filled waters, so when new fresh sightings and gossip stopped circulating, the paps became bored and moved on, and most people assumed there wasn’t much to it. “I’m going home and writing this afternoon but I’ll come get you at 5, alright?”

“Harry,” you insisted. “You don’t have to. I can take the tube. Don’t interrupt your writing to come get me. It’s fine.”

“I don’t want you riding the tube, sweetheart,” he stressed, for what he thought must have been the 100th time, at least. “What happens if you get in, not realizing a pap or two are there and you’re trapped inside with them until your stop?”

“Harry, they’re bored with me now,” you whined. “See? Nobody here waiting to see if I’ll be making out with Harry Styles outside of my office building. They’re probably in their usual spots looking for you!”

“Still,” he said. “If I can’t be here, I’d much rather you take a taxi home, or I’ll hire a driver to get you around when I can’t.”

“Because me taking a taxi to your house is less conspicuous than me taking the tube somewhere, where I can easily dash into a bar or cafe or shop if a pap is looming?” you asked. He sighed, shaking his head, becoming frustrated with you.

“You just don’t fully understand yet, love,” he said, running his hand through his curly locks. “Just…,” he growled. “Just promise that if you take the tube when I’m not here to get you, that you are very aware of your surroundings, and text me before you board so I know you’re on your way. Alright?”

You smiled at him and he smiled hesitantly. “Now,” you said, bluntly. “Will you please make out with me so I can go to work?”

He chuckled, leaning toward you with his hand behind your head, pulling you toward him gently. “Just…I want you safe, you know?”

“I know,” you said, kissing him gently. “I will be safe, I promise.”

He kissed you with a flurry of soft kisses, each making a light smacking sound, then pulling you into a loving hug. “Have a good day, babe,” he said, grinning again.

“You, too. Love you,” you said, pulling on the handle and pushing the door open.

“Love you,” he smiled in return.

At 5 o’clock you walked to the break room for a water bottle, then started to walk out, running into your best friend as you crossed through the doorway.

“There she is!” Kari yelled, kissing your cheek. “Fancy a cold one at the pub, love?”

“As much as I would love that, I’ll have to beg out for another night,” you replied. “So tired tonight. I’m ready to go home, take off my bra, and put my feet up with a bottle of wine.”

Kari frowned. “That article you’ve been working on got you bogged, has it?” You nodded as the two of you began the walk toward the front doors of the building. “Alright, I’ll let it go for tonight, but soon! We need to catch up again.”

“I promise,” you smiled, stepping through the doors to the flow of people leaving work for the evening. You looked around, not seeing Harry’s car, so you began walking alongside Kari toward the nearest tube station. Talking and giggling, arm in arm, you heard a horn honk and turned around, seeing Harry pull up next to you.

“Hey,” Harry smiled after rolling the window down. “Sorry. Tried to get here before you left.”

“I told you…” you began.

“I know,” he said, “But I was finished, I swear. Thought we’d run get some food and wine.”

You nodded and hugged Kari, then opened the door to get inside.

“Kari, can I give you a lift home?” Harry asked kindly. “You’re welcome to join us for dinner.”

“No, thank you, darlin’,” she smiled. “Goin’ to pop into Tommy’s for a drink before I go home. Make her get some sleep. Her assignment is the shits right now. She could use some rest. Maybe a good back rub.”

“I will, thanks,” he smiled, taking your hand as you closed your door, both of you waving to Kari as Harry drove away.

“So, did you really finish writing, or just want to pick me up?” you snickered.

“Hungry for curry, that’s all,” he smirked. “Now, let’s get some dinner and go home.”

You picked up food and wine and enjoyed a relaxing meal at home. While the two of you cleaned up, Harry noticed you yawning.

“Tired?” he asked.

“Yeah, a bit,” you replied. “But not ready to go to bed. I missed you today.”

He grinned, wiping his hands on a towel and tossing it on the counter. He turned and pulled you into a close hug.

“I missed you, too,” he said into your neck. “Hey, wanna hear a bit of what I worked on this afternoon?”

“Yes!” That excited you. Usually Harry kept his songs to himself until they were complete. So to hear a snippet of one yet to be finished was a treat.

You sat on the sofa while he grabbed his guitar then sat beside you.

“Not finished yet, of course,” he smiled, shining his dimples at you, “But this is what I have so far.”

You nodded as he began to play his latest creation, and you smiled at him off and on, absorbing it like a sponge. As he finished what he had, he looked at you with wide eyes.

“What did you think?” he questioned you. “Another verse and a bit of work on that bridge and I’ll have it.”

“It sounds great, Harry!” you praised. “Wow, how you keep making these songs and sounds that are so different and so good…just amazes me.” You shook your head astounded. You had great respect for his talent, and never ceased being awed by it.

He beamed with pride, blushing slightly. “Thank you. Should have it ready for the studio soon, I think.” He sat his guitar back onto its stand in the corner then walked to you, holding out his hand. “How about let’s go upstairs and watch some telly before we sleep?”

You smiled at the sound of that, taking his hand, and walked upstairs with him. You both got ready for bed, Harry pulling back your covers for you as you climbed in. He had already turned on the large tv on the wall, and began flipping through the channels to find something to watch. You propped your pillow up a bit next to Harry’s, as he laid his hand on top of yours between your bodies on the mattress.

“So, tell me about this article that’s giving you so much trouble, love,” he said, having no luck on something to watch but continuing to search. “What’s it about?”

“Fuckin’ politics,” you groaned. “Do you know what I hate more than politics?”

“Hm?” Harry asked, looking at you out of the corner of his eyes.

“Nothing!” you popped while he laughed at you. “British politics, at that. I’m American. I didn’t like politics when I lived in America, and I don’t like them living in London, where I understand them even less. And it’s a double issue of the magazine, so double the research, double the writing…hate it.”

“Awwww,” he leaned toward you, kissing your temple. “I’m sorry, babe. I hope you’re able to get it done soon. Try not to stress too much over it.”

“I’ll try. There!” you said, pointing at the tv. “Let’s watch that.”

“You told me you didn’t like that show,” he scoffed.

“I don’t,” you giggled. “But you love it, and I love watching you giggle while you watch it.”

He chuckled, setting the remote down and pulling you against his chest, his arm behind you, and hand softly caressing up and down your arm. Within a couple of minutes, Harry heard your breathing become steady.

“Love?” he asked quietly. You didn’t answer, just continued breathing gently against his chest. He kissed your forehead, turned off the tv, and lowered down gently into the bed, careful not to wake you. He caressed your head, kissing it lightly, then closed his eyes. As much as he enjoyed visiting with you in the evenings, the feeling he felt of you in his arms sleeping, he couldn’t imagine anything much better in that moment.

*

“Carry on my wayward son. There’ll be peace when you are done.

Lay your weary head to rest. Don’t you cry no more.”

You shot straight up in bed catching your breath as the familiar Kansas song blasted at a very high volume from your phone, shocking you from a sound sleep. As it blared you saw Harry suddenly jolt awake, rolling over and falling into the floor next to the bed. You laughed loudly, hysterically even, realizing his own joke just backfired on him.

As you laughed uncontrollably, you looked over the side of the bed and saw Harry quickly scramble to grab the phone and shut off the alarm. As he pushed the screen to silence it, he looked at you with huge eyes from the floor below.

“Thought that was funny, did you?” he smiled mischievously in his morning voice, as you continued to laugh. “I’ll show you funny!”

You screamed as Harry jumped into the bed and began tickling you, causing the unpleasant panic one gets when being tickled. You both laughed, collapsing on the bed.

“Kind of bit me in the ass this time, didn’t it?” he laughed. He hugged you as you both began to calm again, kissing you sweetly. “I’m sorry, baby. Must have accidentally turned up the volume.”

“Totally worth it for the show I got from you after,” you laughed again. He tickled you again as you screamed for him to stop, then happily accepted his apologetic kiss. “You know what sucks about it most?”

“What’s that?” he asked, grinning at you, yawning.

“Today’s Saturday,” you giggled.

Harry hadn’t realized he set an alarm for you to get up on the day neither of you had work. He chuckled with furrowed brow, unbelieving he had done that. He pulled you back up to the head of the bed from where you were, covered you both back with the sheets, and hugged you.

“Let’s catch a bit more sleep then, shall we?” he chuckled, planting kisses on your lips. “Can’t believe…” he groaned to himself as you giggled, the two of you eventually drifting back to sleep.

*

After another couple of hours of sleep, you both reluctantly pulled yourselves out of bed and started your day. You had some cleaning and such that you wanted to get done, and Harry busied himself around the house doing his own little tasks. It was unusual for Harry to have a day with no work, but he purposely scheduled them when he could manage it so the two of you could have time together. Every now and then, as you puttered around the house, you would feel him walk past you, hugging you gently, planting a light kiss against your head or shoulder, caressing your hip as he observed what you were doing. It always made you feel special when he did that…made you feel wanted.

“Babe?” Harry asked as you looked at him. “How about a swim? We’ve accomplished a lot today. We deserve it.” He smiled at you, taking the stack of folded towels from your arms and placing them in the linen closet, closing the door. “What you say?”

“I say,” you smiled, “that sounds wonderful.” You kissed him sweetly.

You both changed into swim suits and Harry grabbed a couple of towels while you fixed some cold drinks. It was a warm day so the cool pool water would feel good. You heard Harry turn on some music and you began to sing along to the classic that was playing. As you turned to walk toward the pool, you saw Harry walking straight toward you with an ornery grin. Before you could run the opposite direction, he quickly lifted you over his shoulder, walked to the edge of the pool, tossing you into the deep end. You screamed as you hit the water, then felt and heard the splash of him jumping in after.

You surfaced, catching your breath and looking around for the person responsible for the sudden attack. In another few seconds, you saw him appear above the surface, swimming the opposite direction from you and laughing. You tried to swim to where he was to retaliate, but being a much faster swimmer than you, he managed to stay out of reach. You finally give up and swam the opposite direction to the edge of the pool. In a moment he was swimming up to you, his hands quickly finding your waist.

“Been thinking about doing that all day,” he laughed. “Forgive me?” He leaned his back against the wall of the pool. You rolled your eyes at him and ignored his request. “Oh, come on now, love. It was only a joke.”

You moved to stand in front of him and allowed him to wrap his arms around you, still a smirk on his face.

“Forgive me?” he said with an over-exaggerated pouty mouth.

You smiled at him, then lifted your knee as quickly as the water would allow, stopping closely enough to your knee making contact with James and the Giant Peaches for him to suck in his breath and throw his hand into the water in an attempt to protect himself.

“That…was only a joke…” you teased.

“That…was a low blow,” he said with a grin.

“No, a low blow would have drowned me,” you flirted, waiting for him to get the joke, then smiling when he finally did and laughed. You felt his arms hold you tightly and his mouth move to your collarbone, nibbling on it gently. His lips slowly moved up your neck, sprinkling kisses along your jaw, then taking your mouth with his. You playfully kissed for several minutes until he turned you so that the wall was now against your back. He pressed you firmly against it and smiled, knowing you couldn’t get away from his hold, but satisfied in knowing you didn’t want to.

“Gonna make you forget about that shit work assignment this weekend, love,” he promised, his mouth quickly finding your neck again. You felt him bite then suction onto your neck and aggressively leave his mark on you. Your hand found his hair and tugged lightly but he didn’t release his hold until he was ready to. As he eventually pulled away, he kissed the discolored spot and moaned, loving marking you, knowing you liked it, too.

Just markin’ m’territory, love,” he would say teasingly. “Like a dog pissin’ on his patch of lawn, tellin’ the other pups not to touch what’s his.”

You didn’t mind being the lawn the dog was pissin’ on, when it was Harry doing the pissing, you thought, giggling. You loved for Harry to claim you as his. Mark of honor in a way, and he never got too carried away, and definitely never hurt you.

He continued kissing and nibbling around your neck and shoulders, his hands untying your bikini top and tossing it somewhere around the patio, not really caring at the moment where it landed. He smirked at you with a flirting look as his attention moved to your breasts, kneading them with his large hands. His tongue licked your lips lightly, sucking on your bottom lip, pulling on it, parting them so his tongue could taste you more deeply.

Harry moved his mouth down your neck and attached onto your shoulder, causing you to dig your nails into his back, making you groan into his ear. You felt one of his hands drop from your breast and slowly make its way to your bikini-clad mound. His fingers easily slid between the fabric and your skin, and before you could think clearly, you felt his hand cup you, his fingers sliding down your slit and back again. The feeling of his strong hand being held into place a bit by your tight bikini bottom was intoxicating. Harry slipped a finger inside of you, immediately finding that special spot. Your breathing increased in his ear.

“Wanna feel your hot juices flow in this cool water, love,” he said quietly into your ear. His teeth tugged lightly at your earlobe as you moaned lightly, feeling a second finger sliding inside of you and stroking you firmly. “Want that, too?”

You nodded against him, already weak from his touch and breathing heavier. By now Harry knew all of your sexual weaknesses. As much as you could be a dominatrix when the mood suited, you loved when Harry took control, intentionally turning you on to the point you were nearly begging for him. Nearly crying from how great the sexual feeling and desire were. He learned early in your relationship that talking dirty to you drove you mad. Being aggressive worked well, too, and anytime he could make you squirt, you were his puppet…his sex slave…his.

“I said, do you want that?” he said more sternly, pressing you tighter against the wall, his fingers still working inside of you.

“Please,” you pleaded. “Yes…please…” you moaned into his ear.

Without hesitation you felt Harry change the pressure and motion of his fingers inside of you, intensifying the strokes they made on your wall. He felt the change already against his fingertips, spongey and ballooning, and quickly hooked his fingers in, the palm of his hand hitting rhythmically against your clit, aggressively working you.

“Oh god!” you groaned loudly, thankful the people of London couldn’t hear your cries of ecstasy at the hand of Harry. Or maybe you would love for them to. The water slapped loudly as Harry’s breathing became a pant, dedicated to not letting up on his captivity over you. His fingers worked you intensely as your clit received a battering from his palm.

“Mmm, like that?” he asked and you nodded. “Feel that you do.” Your breathing became more rapid as you tightened your hold around him. “Oh, that’s it, babe,” he said encouragingly. “That’s it. Squeezing my fingers so tight. Let me feel you in my hand, baby.”

You yelled as your body became a quaking frenzy under Harry’s dominance, your hot liquids shooting out around Harry’s hand in the pool water. He felt your orgasm from his fingers, into his aching, cramping arm, but he didn’t let up while you rode out your orgasm, your head leaning against his chest helplessly. The water around his thigh was so warm it made him moan.

“Oh, so fuckin’ beautiful, baby,” he whispered into your hair as he kissed your head. “I’ll never tire of that.”

“Me, either,” you said, barely above a whisper as your breathing began to regulate once more.

Harry rubbed you gently, soothing the part of you he had just, literally, single-handedly destroyed, then pulled his hand from your bikini bottom.

“Let’s go inside,” he said, kissing you passionately. “Gonna take care of you again.”

*

You hated this article. Stupid, stupid article about politicians and a big story happening at the time. Important to many but not to you. Maybe it should be, but it wasn’t. And why did your supervisor give the story to you when you know nothing about British politics? You had no idea, but after a 15 minute disagreement/discussion, you realized you were not going to win and you would be writing that article or moving a rung down the corporate ladder.

You popped a couple of headache killers into your mouth, took another long sip of your bottle of water, swallowing the little blue bippies, then began working on the piece again. After a bit more time, and becoming increasingly frustrated, you decided to take a break and walk to Kari’s office floor. You walked to her desk and looked at her as she looked up from her work and saw the frown on your face.

“Oh, what’s wrong with my lovely?” she coddled, standing and drawing you into a big hug, then offering you a chair to sit and talk. “Tell mama what’s happenin’, darling.”

“Politics suck. Politicians suck, and are boring as hell. I take that back, hell is much more interesting, I’ve been there. And I don’t understand anything about what I’m supposed to be writing. I’m going to make a fool of myself writing this article, Kari. I hate it!” you whined, placing your face into your hands. You felt Kari’s arm around you, attempting to comfort you.

“I wish I could help you, love,” she offered, “but I’ve lived here all me life and still don’t understand a blasted thing about politics.” Kari felt bad that you were so unhappy with your assignment and made a suggestion. “Come on then.”

“What?” you asked without moving.

“Let’s go have a walk. Get out and enjoy some fresh air. Stuffy in this building today, don’t you think?” she asked.

You nodded, welcoming getting out of the office for awhile. The weather had been unkindly hot lately, but today there was a nice breeze so it was bearable. The two of you walked out of the building and began strolling down the sidewalk toward the little shops that lined either side of the street.

“Got yourself some nice love wounds there, babe,” Kari noticed, pulling on the wide neckline of the top you were wearing. “You need to tell that boy to find some spots on you that your clothing covers better.”

“Damn, that explains why people keep looking at me with judgmental stares,” you said, adjusting the neck of your top to cover them. “And he leaves them in those places, too. Have to start wearing turtle necks in the middle of summer,” you joked.

“Must have been a good one, yeah?” Kari quipped, elbowing you gently and putting her arm around your waist. “Always figured he was good in the sack.”

“Kari…” you said, grinning.

“‘Course, always figured you were good in the sack, too, but ya never let me have a taste,” she said honestly as you laughed, hugging her for making you feel better from your exasperating day. “I don’t know, love. Maybe try going to the library or something and reading up on the political situation. Or find someone who knows a hell of a lot more about it than I do to school you in it.”

“That’s not a bad idea, I guess,” you considered. “I swear I’ve read everything on the internet twice. Serve my afternoon better than banging my head against my desk like I did most of the morning.”

The two of you talked and giggled as you continued your walk.

“And ‘good in the sack’ doesn’t even begin to describe it,” you teased.

“You or him?” she asked eagerly as you laughed at her.

Eventually you made it back to your office, saved what you had been working on, then walked to your supervisor’s office.

“TJ, I’m leaving to do some research,” you said. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He nodded at you without looking, so you took off toward the tube station to go to the library near where you used to live. You were familiar with it, even if it was a longer tube ride. Once there you asked the desk clerk to help you find a few resources that could help you with your assignment. For the remainder of the afternoon, your nose stayed glued to the books and papers and computer files that explained many of the points about the English political system that you did not understand, and information about the current issue at hand. As you made a note into your laptop, you felt your phone buzz with a call. You saw it was Harry and answered quietly.

“Hey,” you said softly into your phone.

“Babe, where the fuck are you?” he yelled into the phone. “You didn’t come out by quarter past so I went inside and nobody has seen you for hours! Where are you? Are you alright?”

“Harry,” you said calmly. “I’m fine. I told TJ I was leaving to do some research. I’m at the library near my old house. I’m sorry, I lost track of time. Let me get my things together and I’ll be home soon, okay?”

“No, stay there,” he said with irritation in his voice. “I’ll be there soon. And stay inside until you see me.”

“Why…” you began.

“Just do it!” he answered abruptly. “Watch for me.”

You hesitated at how his voice sounded. You could tell he wasn’t happy with you, but he rarely spoke to you that way. He was that upset just because you forgot to text and let him know where you were? You were at the library, for god sake. There was barely another soul there while you were working away.

You stood inside the glass doors and soon saw Harry’s car pull up in front of the building. You quickly made your way to the vehicle and climbed inside, looking at him. He glanced toward you for a brief second then pulled back out onto the road and drove. You felt the tension hanging in the air and saw his jaw clenched. You thought it was probably a good idea to not say anything until he did, since he was the one that was apparently angry. When Harry’s temper was up, you had learned to let him cool down before discussing the matter. Pushing the subject when he was furious just made it worse.

You watched out the window as he drove back to the house. He parked and you opened your door, grabbing your things, and walked into the house. You took your work things to the spot where they sat until the next days work, and walked upstairs to the bedroom to change into something more comfortable. You used the toilet, washing your hands and throwing some water on your face, then running a brush through your hair. As you walked out of the bathroom, pulling your dress over your head, you suddenly saw Harry standing in the doorway, startling you.

“Oh, geez!” you said, catching your breath. “Give a girl a heart attack.”

“You’re not gonna say a thing?” he questioned, irritation in his voice.

You looked at him with an annoyed look. “When have you ever known me to say nothing, hm?”

You walked to the dresser, pulling out a comfy t-shirt and shorts and began redressing.

“Well, you’ve not said a word yet!” he spat. “Shouldn’t you explain yourself?”

You looked at him, chewing the inside of your cheek, feeling as if he was talking to you like you’re a child. “Had parents once, you know. Don’t need another.”

You walked past him out the bedroom door and down the stairs toward the kitchen. Harry was hot on your tail and not dropping it until he had his say. You opened the refrigerator door to get a cold bottle of water, but he shut it before you could get one.

“Don’t feel like you owe me anything?” he said angrily. “I was worried to death! Nobody knew where you were. Hadn’t seen you in hours. You weren’t answering your phone. Do you know how terrified I was, love?”

You had never heard your phone ring until the last call, but that was besides the point. You hadn’t meant to worry him, and because he is who he is, you knew the situation could easily be more serious.

“I’m sorry,” you said softly. “I told you I was sorry. Time got away from me and my thoughts were immersed in my work.” You could see he was still angry, that your explanation wasn’t satisfying him yet. “Now, may I please get a drink? I’m thirsty.”

He stepped away from the fridge and you grabbed a cold bottle of water. You turned around, removing the lid, and taking a drink. You looked at him pulling on his lip, knowing he was trying to calm himself again to talk to you.

“You just can’t do that, love,” he said, calmly. “You can’t just…disappear…and not tell anyone where you’ve gone off to! I was thinkin’ the worst!”

“Harry,” you whined. “The ‘worst’ rarely happens in life. And to the world, I’m basically nobody. I’ve been spotted with Harry Styles a few times, sure. But we’ve kept our secrets well-hidden, haven’t we? The paparazzi comes nowhere near me anymore. I’m boring, old news, has-been. They follow people like you, not me.”

“Sweetheart, you just don’t get it!” he yelled. “People still speculate that there is something going on between us. And how nobody has discovered yet that we live together, that still baffles me! But you can never, never be too careful, love! How did you get to the library? Taxi or tube?” You started to speak but he interrupted. “Tube! Would you like to know how I know?” You looked at him confused.

“Lucky guess?” you sarcastically interjected, sparking a glare from him.

“I know you took the tube because there was a fan on the tube,” Harry scolded. “And that fan has now plastered photos of you, riding the tube, with your love bites exposed, claiming they are mine!”

“They are yours!” you reprimanded.

“Why didn’t you cover them up?” he yelled.

You looked at him irritatingly. “Excuse me? Did I do these to myself? You could play connect the fucking dots with all the bites and marks you left on me yesterday! How is that my fault?” you yelled.

“I’m not saying…” he stopped himself and put his hands over his mouth for a moment, trying to calm himself again. “The fan on the tube took numerous photos of you, and now they are circulating the internet.”

“Again, not my fault,” you said, matter-of-factly. “I am allowed to ride the tube. There are no signs with photos of me on them, posted anywhere, forbidding me to ride the tube. Maybe the fan should have minded their own damn business!”

“But they don’t, babe!” he yelled. “That’s my point! Just because you are entitled to that freedom, that privacy, doesn’t mean you are going to get it!”

You set your jaw, exhaling loudly. You knew he was right but it still wasn’t fair. You did nothing wrong, so why should you be the one being yelled at?

“What are they saying about me in the photos?” you asked, your eyes facing the floor.

“It doesn’t matter,” he said. “But do you better understand why I keep asking you to please not take the tube? To be more careful?”

“I didn’t do anything wrong,” you said, feeling blamed for something that wasn’t your fault. “I’m sorry for worrying you, and I’m sorry that everything I do is a reflection on you.”

You heard him sigh then saw him walk to you, wrapping his arms around you, and kissing your head. “I’m sorry I yelled at you. I just worry for you, babe. People can be vicious in my world. I need you to be safe, and you take risks that I wish you would not take.” He held you more closely. “If anything happened to you…”

“Nothing’s going to happen to me,” you insisted.

“I hope not,” he said calmly, “but reality is, we don’t know that. We don’t know that something won’t happen to me, either. It’s a risk I take to have the life I have.”

“If I told you it was a risk I take to have a life with you, you would jump my ass,” you said, irritated.

He grinned then rolled his eyes. “Yeah, alright. Just, please sweetheart, please, for me. No tube. Be more careful, please.”

You nodded and sighed. “No tube.”

“Thank you,” he said, hugging you again, so tightly you could barely breathe.

“I’m okay,” you said assuredly. “I’m sorry I worried you. I swear I didn’t hear my phone until the last call.”

“I was so scared something had happened to you,” he said, kissing your temple. “I’m glad you’re okay.”

That night as the two of you slept, you realized how much it had affected Harry, his body not straying from yours the entire night. If you turned to change position, you felt him either pull you back to him, or his body adjust to throw his arm or leg around you somehow, followed by gentle kisses and light snoring. You knew he worried about you. You loved it as much as you hated it. You worried about him, too. People around the world loved Harry, some obsessively. It always made you nervous when he was in the public so much with appearances and interviews and such, or even when he went out on his own at times with no bodyguard. And he was always gracious with his fans at meet and greets and encounters on the street, opening his arms to them for a hug or photo. And now with you in the mix, you knew it made it worse. You got a lot of hate socially for merely being associated with him, which you didn’t think twice about for you, but you hated that it reflected on him. You understood his concerns. You would be more careful. He didn’t need that added worry in his life because of you.

*

“Babe, I’m going to be late tonight,” he said. “I’ll send a car for you, alright?”

“I can get a cab,” you grinned. “If you’re going to be late, I may stay late and work, too. Stupid article. Never going to get that thing finished.”

He chuckled at you, sliding his feet into a pair of his Chelsea’s. “I’ll be glad when it’s finished and you don’t have to worry about it anymore.”

“Me, too,” you sighed, shaking your head. “I’ll call for a cab this morning, too. Not quite ready yet.”

“Alright then,” he said, kissing you and hugging you quickly. “Gotta go. Runnin’ late. Love you!”

“Love you!” you called after him, finishing what you needed to do then summoning a cab to the house, as you inadvertently spilled the end of your cup of tea down the front of you. “Damn it all…” you cursed to yourself, quickly running back upstairs to change into something new before the cab arrived. You pulled your soiled dress off as quickly as you pulled a clean one back on, sliding your feet into your shoes, running back down the stairs as you heard the cab.

When the car pulled up to your office building, you paid and thanked the driver, grabbed your things, and stepped out to the sidewalk. As soon as you turned around, there were cameras in your face.

“Love, care to give an explanation of the photos from yesterday?” one pap asked.

“How’s everything with Harry? Still together?” another quipped.

“Just 2 minutes of your time, dear?” another asked as you were trying to get through the small crowd.

You knew from experience, and Harry’s prompting, to keep your head down and ignore their questions and get away from them as quickly as possible. As you saw the front doors of your office building near, you reached for them and felt a hand on your wrist. You looked to see who was touching you, and standing before you…was Alex.

“Oh, bleedin’ hell, it’s already a hell of a day and not even 8 a.m. yet!” you snapped.

“Please, may I speak with you, love?” he asked, sweetly.

“Alex, I’m at work. Go home,” you ordered, trying again to open the door but he wouldn’t let you.

“I just need to speak with you, please,” he asked again.

You felt a camera bump into you from behind, with a scattered apology from its owner, then opened the door and nodded to him to follow you inside. He smiled at you and followed you in, trying to place his hand at the small of your back, only to feel you pull away from his touch. He frowned but continued behind you until you had found a quiet place for the two of you to talk.

“What is so important that you had to show up at my workplace this early of the morning?” you asked him, irritated from the morning you were having and he being the last person you wanted to talk to.

Alex looked at you with a sweet smile, like the ones you remembered when you were with him and he was trying to get out of something he didn’t want to do, or con you into something he did want.

“That smile isn’t going to work on me anymore, Alex,” you said quietly, grinning slightly at an employee that walked past. “What do you want?”

“Can’t I just come by to see you? Say hello?” he asked, touching your arm with his hand, but you pulled it away from him again.

“No,” you said, bluntly. “No, you can’t. Too much water under the bridge now. If that’s all you wanted, we’ve nothing else to say.” You started to turn and walk away but he grabbed your arms tightly and moved you away from the view of others, pressing you against a wall. “Let go of me before I scream,” you said forcefully into his face, unafraid of him.

“I’m being nice, love,” he said. “Trying to be, at least, if you’ll just get your knickers out of a bunch and listen.”

You looked at him with a frustrated and angry look, shaking him off of you. “Say what you came to say so I’m not late for work.”

He cleared his throat. “I want us to talk. Go somewhere and talk, about…things.”

“There’s nothing to talk about, Alex,” you said pointedly.

“I miss you,” he said, trying again to play on your emotions and sympathies, whatever might work. “Don’t you miss me?”

“No,” you replied abruptly and honestly. “No, Alex, I do not miss you. I am very happy in my life right now. Don’t remember ever being happier.” You looked at him without blinking, trying to make your point clear. “Anything else, or may I get on with my day?”

“Love, please,” he whined, “please, just agree to go somewhere where we can talk. You pick the place. Can be public or private, whatever you wish.”

“I’m done with this,” you said, trying to get around him but he blocked your way, as if trying to intimidate you. “Alex, I have punched you before. Do you really think I would hesitate to slam my knee northerly, which is in perfect proximity to your most precious pieces at the moment?” He pulled back a bit to protect his lower region, but still staying closely to you. “I have moved on, Alex, and I’m happy. Hell, you moved on before we were even over! How is Karissa?”

“Karina,” he said, watching you raise your eyebrows and sigh, knowing you didn’t care. “And we aren’t seeing each other anymore.”

“Aw,” you said, realizing what this was. “Not getting any from anyone so you thought you’d see if I’d give you a little, is it?”

“Don’t be a bitch,” he said, you sensing his growing anger.

“Yeah, I guess I can be a bitch at times,” you agreed. “Not such a bad thing when it’s necessary to deal with dickheads that treat you like shit, don’t you think?”

Your eyes began to water instantly from the slap you felt across your face from the back of Alex’s hand. You looked at him in shock, unbelieving that he just hit you. Technically, maybe you deserved it, hitting him previously and using your talent for words and quick comebacks to crush him, but no. No, you didn’t. You saw him looking around to see if anyone saw him do it.

“Look,” he said nervously. “I’m sorry, okay? You just, you make me so angry sometimes!”

“I didn’t show up on your work stoop, did I?” you asked, your hand still against the increasingly reddened, stinging skin on your face. “I’m doing my best to stay out of your life! You started this! Just, do what’s best for both of us, Alex, and let me get on with my life with Harry!”

“Harry.” He said it with disdain, as if he tasted bile at the mention of the name. “He took my girl and you took my best friend.”

“You did it, Alex!” You yelled, no longer caring who heard. “You did this! You cheated on me, got Harry involved in the whole thing, and treated me like my feelings didn’t matter, like it was all my fault! How about you do us all a favor and stay the fuck out of my life!”

Alex pressed you tightly against the wall, barely an inch between his face and yours, his anger higher than you had ever seen him before. You could feel his breath against your face. You held your ground, not looking away from him, as he pushed against you and turned, walking out of the building. You took a deep breath, trying to collect yourself, then walked slowly to the front doors and looked out, seeing Alex driving away.

You gathered your things you had dropped, grabbed the lift, and walked to your desk in your office. People looked at you, seeing you seemed a bit disheveled maybe. You set your things on your desk and walked to the restroom. You looked in the mirror and saw the cherry-tinged mark shining brightly across your cheek. You sighed heavily and splashed a bit of cool water on your face, then walked back quickly to your little cubicle, trying to be as unnoticed as possible.

Working wasn’t something that worked very well the rest of the day, but you attempted it, or at least made it appear that you were doing something productive. By mid-afternoon you heard a tap on your desk and looked, seeing Kari standing next to you.

“Oh my god, woman!” she yelled. “What’s happened to you?”

You immediately put your hand on your face. You had forgotten about it once the stinging had gone, but apparently Alex had left his mark on you.

“Your face, love!” she yelled, you shushing her. “Who did this to you and do you want me to kill them for you? I know people who know people, if you know what I mean.” You looked at her worriedly for a second from that remark. “Harry didn’t hit you, did he?”

“No!” you said, quietly. “No, of course not!”

“Then who, darlin’?” she asked, looking your cheek over well. “That’s bruisin’, that is.”

“Shit, are you serious?” you asked, pulling a mirror out of your desk and looking into it. You saw the mark on your cheek, which indeed was now bruising. “Harry’s going to blow a gasket!”

“Who,” she asked. “Who did this?”

You looked around, making sure nobody was paying attention to your conversation. “It was Alex.”

“Bloody bastard!” she yelled and you shushed her again. “What were you doing with Alex? And what happened that he hit you?”

“He was waiting for me outside when I got here,” you explained. “He was mad, I shot off my mouth, and he hit me.”

“You should file charges on him!” she insisted. “He just can’t go around hitting women!”

“Kari,” you said, frowning. “He shouldn’t hit women, yes. But I did hit him when I broke up, and I doubt he ever let that go. Not that that gives him permission to hit a woman, but in his mind, it probably does.”

She looked at your face again, holding your chin in her hand, then looked up. You noticed her eyes get wide.

“Bogey! Bogey!” she said to you under her breath. You looked over your partition and saw Harry walking toward your desk.

“Shit!” you said softly. Kari stepped in front of you, trying to hide you behind her as Harry walked into your cubicle.

“Hello, ladies!” he said with a smile. He leaned to Kari, kissing her cheek. “How are you, darlin’?”

“Harry!” she said. “There’s a strong bloke who can help me!” She tried to turn him away from where you were sitting. “Would you mind coming to my desk and seeing if you can fix…um…a…a wheel! On m’chair. Been stickin’ all day long!”

He chuckled at her, and didn’t move from where he was standing. “Happy to try, but first I’d like to see my sweetheart. Got my day cut short and want to see her. Is that alright?” he said, smiling, and moving her aside. The second his eyes looked at you they became huge, his smile turned downward instantly, and his brows furrow deeply. “What the hell happened to you, love?”

“Shh,” you said, wishing they would both stop.

“Come with me,” he ordered, grabbing your hand, pulling you up from the chair and leading you out into an empty corridor. He faced you, inspecting your cheek more closely, then looked into your eyes. “What happened?”

“Harry…” you started.

“Who did this?” he said more sharply. “And I don’t want to hear some bullshit, beat-around-the-bush story, either. Just tell me. Who did this?”

You looked at him and frowned, hesitating before speaking. “Alex.” You saw the tension in his face increase as his anger grew. “Harry, he was…” you started, then stopped in shock as you saw Harry turn away from you and quickly walk the opposite direction. “Where are you going?” He said nothing to you, disappearing down the hallway. “Shit,” you whispered.

You finished your work for the day and walked to the lift, taking it down to the front doors. You didn’t see Harry’s car, but noticed a familiar face of a private driver waiting beside a car with dark windows. You walked to the car.

“Good evening, miss,” the driver smiled. “Harry asked me to bring you home.”

You smiled at him politely. “Thank you.”

Getting into the car, you pulled out your phone, texting Harry. ‘Where are you?’

He didn’t respond immediately, but after a few minutes you felt your phone buzz.

‘I sent a car for you. I’ll be home soon.’

You worried as you arrived at the house and paced the living room floor, trying to bide your time until he came home. When you noticed it was beginning to get dark, you grabbed your phone, deciding you should call him and find out what the hell he was doing. Before you could dial, you saw his car pull into the drive and park. Your mind raced, trying to decide what you should be doing when he walked in, but somehow your feet were glued in the place you were standing and you just stared at the door.

Harry walked in, same V to his brows and set jaw. He looked at you, then sat his keys on the table. He slowly walked to where you were standing, stopping in front of you, gently laying his hands on either side of your head, tilting your head so that he could see your bruised cheek better. After inspecting it well, he lightly kissed around it then smiled tenderly at you.

“I didn’t kill him,” he said, seeing the worry in your eyes. “I couldn’t find him or I might have, but I didn’t.” You closed your eyes for a moment, thankful, because you had assumed he was looking for Alex. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” you assured him, accepting his firm, lingering hug. “Are you?”

He nodded. “Let’s sit,” he said, taking your hand and leading you to the sofa. “I need to know exactly what happened, love.”

You explained what happened, even admitting that you probably made it worse by shooting your mouth off to him. Harry just nodded. He knew you well enough to know you could be aggressively verbal if instigated, but if he was being honest, most of the time it was a turn-on for him.

“That’s the God’s honest truth,” you told him.

He was quiet for a few seconds, then kissed you sweetly. “I know it is, babe. Thank you for telling me.” He held your cheek gently in his hand and kissed you deeply, tasting your lips, placing soft kisses around your face. “No more talk about him now. As long as you’re okay.”

“You’ve been gone all of these hours and you’re not going to discuss that with me?” you asked, irritated.

“Nothing really to discuss, babe,” he said, shaking his head. “Don’t want you to worry on it. I’ll take care of it.”

“Take care of what?” you asked, concerned.

“I said, don’t worry on it,” he insisted. “Now, I’m tired and ready for some sleep. Let’s go to bed.” He stood and held out his hand to you. You accepted it and walked up the stairs with him, welcoming the sleep that would soon come and take this day with it.

*

The bedroom was quiet, the early morning newness still settling in, sun not yet up but hiding closely by to start the day soon. You began to become aware of the sweet, light kisses being left along your neck, the sheet being pulled down slowly from your chest, revealing your breasts to the cool morning air. Soft lips suctioned lightly around your nipple as you moaned, Harry’s wet tongue flicking it gently, pulling it lightly, allowing it to snap back into place before taking it again.

You felt him slowly move more closely to you, your eyes still closed, simply enjoying the loved-on feeling he was giving you. You felt his hand cup your other breast as his mouth moved gently back up to your neck, tasting you, nibbling on your jaw, tugging at your earlobe.

“Wake up for me, baby,” you heard whispered into your ear, as he pressed firmly against your body. “Need you.” You could feel that. His dick felt as hard as stone against the outer side of your thigh and hip, as his leg wrapped around yours, pulling it toward him. You felt his gentle fingers tracing slowly up and down your body as you moaned lightly, the hand of yours that was now behind his back, moving gently against his skin, your nails teasing. Harry moaned for you softly. “Wake up for me, baby,” he prodded again, nibbling your neck as he engulfed the entire right side of your body with his. “Wanna love on you. Let me?” His fingers moved softly over your exposed clit, causing your body to jerk slightly. Harry caressed you, wanting you to stay relaxed and enjoy his slow seduction of your body.

You moaned as his mouth found your nipple again, his wandering hand still relaxing you with his touch. “You do whatever you want with me,” you said quietly, really without even thinking, but meaning it nonetheless.

“Mmm, like that,” he said, pulling your nipple between his lips while twisting the other slightly in his fingertips. He pulled his body up over yours, lying on top of you, you naturally parting your legs, allowing him to mold between your thighs. His hands sealed around your breasts as he lathered each of them in his saliva. You felt him sucking love bites onto each, gently but enough to increase your breathing. You loved how he gave so much attention to the different areas of your body, taking his time to make sure you got the full sensation he was offering. Harry nuzzled his face between your full breasts, sandwiching him in them and moaning lightly. You knew he loved your body and you loved his just as much, even more. His mouth found yours and kissed you deeply as his hands pulled you into him. You felt him push his cock hard against your abdomen, causing a groan to escape from both of you.

“Whatever I want with you?” he asked, quizzing to see if what you said before was true. You moaned your approval as he kissed you again. You thrusted your hips upward to him as he pushed his hard dick against you once more. As your breathing became faster, you felt Harry’s breath against your ear. “Gonna fuck your mouth,” he whispered, then kissed you deeply. “That alright?” You looked at him and licked your lips subconsciously, making him groan. “Hm? Can I fuck your mouth, baby?”

“Yes…please,” you begged. He kissed you again, then held you tightly.

“Thank you,” he whispered. You felt another kiss to your lips as he moved his legs from between your thighs, to perch on either side of your ribs. He grabbed his pillow and tucked it behind your head with yours, propping you up into the perfect position. You looked at his cock standing proudly only a few inches from your face, and in that moment, you had never wanted to taste anything more. You felt Harry’s hand reach backward to your clit and rub it generously, as he sat gently on you, allowing his fully-erect dick to lay between your breasts. He saw your mouth open, partly from the amazing feeling he was causing to your little button, partly from your desire to have him in your mouth.

“Tap me if you need me to back out, babe,” he said, always thinking of you. “Don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t,” you said, looking at his dick. “Please!”

Your hands wrapped from behind his thighs to the front, grabbing them in your hands as Harry leaned toward you on his knees, holding both hands to the headboard to maintain balance and control. He positioned his body directly in front of you, as your tongue quickly began licking at the member tall in front of your face. You used the leverage of holding his thighs with your hands to move your head around him, kissing here, licking there, sucking him into your mouth. You pulled at one of his balls gently, taking it wholly into your mouth and teasing it with your tongue. You looked up at his face and saw him watching you with wide eyes, then felt his hand stroking the top of your head, before moving to his dick.

“Here. Take it, baby. Get on me now, love,” he said, nearly choking out his words in anticipation and need. You quickly wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock, instantly tasting the salty, leaking pre-cum on your tongue. Harry let you have control for now, moving your head back and forth, taking his dick into your throat as he tried to control his own breathing. You coated his hard cock with your mouth juices. You felt Harry’s hand rest lightly against your cheek, feeling himself through it and cupping around your jaw, moaning at how beautiful it was to him. “Fuck” you heard him say softly.

You opened your throat more to take him more deeply and he moaned loudly, readjusting himself a bit, then you felt what you’d both been waiting for. Harry’s hips began thrusting into your throat. Short, quick thrusts, testing the waters a bit to make sure you were okay. You heard curses of pleasure leave his lips, knowing how good it felt to him and happy to make him feel so good. You looked up at him again and he was still looking at you as he fucked into your mouth. The short thrusts became deeper thrusts as his breathing became pants and moans. He watched as his dick appeared from your lips then sunk into them again, in and out, disappearing and reappearing as he thrusted his hips toward you. His breathing continued becoming more rapid when suddenly he pulled himself out of your mouth, his dick laying gently against your face.

“Give me…a sec…fuck!” he groaned, trying to calm his need to cum so soon. “Feels…so good, love. Gotta…mmm…gotta give me…” You understood the feeling was so good to him that he wanted it to last. You ghosted your nose against him lightly, your lips barely tasting him, but enough for a juicy lick that left a string of saliva from your mouth to his dick as he pulled away slightly, his throat groaning again at the sight of it. You needed him as much as he needed you and he knew it. You felt his hand reach for your clit again and you moaned loudly, your hips thrusting up for his touch. You soon felt him tapping his cock against your lips again and opened widely for him, taking him in as deeply as your throat will physically allow. Harry thrusted into you, long smooth thrusts, but after a few, you felt him pull out again and cussed at the top of his lungs.

“Fuck!” you looked up at him. “M’sorry. I…you feel too good, babe…can’t hold it that way,” you heard through his deep breaths. “Let’s just…” he began to move himself, “want you to get it, too,” he continued, but before he could move back between your thighs, you latched your arms around his thighs, pulling him to your face, and didn’t let him move.

“No,” you said, quickly moving your head so that you easily took him into your mouth again. You moved your head up and down his long, thick cock, hearing in his breathing that he appreciated it. He felt the tops of your thighs pressing up against his ass as you curled them toward him to hold him in place. You moaned loudly, sucking him furiously, until you felt his hand move behind your head, and once again felt him fucking your throat. His breathing was more erratic than you ever remembered hearing it, but you didn’t let your thoughts stray from what you wanted. You felt the familiar twitch and slight pumping of his dick happening in your mouth. You looked up at him and saw he was trying hard to keep his eyes open to watch, but it felt so good he couldn’t help but squint them closed, as you suddenly began to feel his hot stream hit the back of your throat, nearly gagging you. You tried your best to swallow, which constricted even tighter around his pulsing head and he moaned your name loudly, draining himself into you. It seeped out around your lips and ran down your face and neck. He began breathing a little easier, looking at you to make sure you were okay, then pulled his now-softening cock back from your mouth. Your lips now swollen and red, remnants of his seed still dripping down your face, he moved down your body, wrapping his arms around the back of you and kissing your firmly, tasting himself in your mouth and feeling it smear against his chin. He leaned back slightly, looking at you awestruck.

“You…are amazing,” he idolized. “Fuck, babe,” he said, kissing you again and again, holding you tightly. As he began to speak again, he was interrupted.

‘Hey, you’re a crazy bitch

But you fuck so good, I’m on top of it

When I dream, I’m doing you all night

Scratches all down my back to keep me right on’

The two of you looked at each other and laughed out loud as the alarm rang loudly from the song he had snuck into your phone the night before. He buried his face into your neck, laughing and kissing you, then reached over and shut off the alarm. You both laughed as he kissed you again.

“We…are going…to be late for work today…” he said, kissing you again, as he slowly moved down your body to return his gratefulness to you.

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Chapter Five complete! Sorry it took longer this time. I wrote and rewrote the last third of this story about 4 or 5 times until I was finally happy with it. I try to give you all the little music series stories to tide you over, so I beg for forgiveness.

Please! Let me know how you like this series and my other writings. Besides my Harry fanfiction, I am working on other writing that I am hoping to have published, so your feedback is much appreciated. Helps me to know if there is something I should be doing differently, something I could do better. So send me any asks you like. I love chatting with you, getting feedback, and receiving more ideas from you.

Not sure yet where this story is going or where it will finally end, but I do have another I’m currently mapping out, along with the music stories, so I appreciate your patience.

Have a beautiful weekend, my lovelies! xo

Shelli

He Defends You

“Damn,” I thought to myself as I looked at my vanity mirror that showed off how long my hair has gotten after leaving it curly for a few months until today. I looked away immediately knowing if I keep admiring I’ll go back to my old habit and straighten my curls more than usual. It was hard being in the modeling industry with natural curls. I remember being a little girl waiting for a callback from multiple casting directors and being upset wondering why no one will cast me. It wasn’t until I straightened my hair agencies started to become interested in me. It was always my biggest insecurity, it wasn’t because I thought it was “ugly” it was because how people addressed me about it. People were always taken back by my curls but not in the best way.

“Woah baby, look at you,” a voice interrupted from behind me. I looked back to see Justin staring up and down at my body that was covered in a pink velvet tight dress. He grabbed my fingertips and raised it up high so I can give him a little twirl. “You look so beautiful babe,” his eyes met mine.

“I know,” i blushed. Even though we’ve been together for 8 months I still get the same feeling I had when we went out on our 4th date. The first 3 dates I thought he was just another white boy that wanted to get a taste of this sweet chocolate, but surprisingly he proved me wrong. “You look handsome too.”

“Thank you,” he kissed my cheek. “Now lets go, apparently we’re running a little late according to these bitches that keep blowing my phone.”

“What bitches?” I crossed my arms.

“Just your daily competition,” Justin smirked. I raised my brow. “Lil Za and Khalil.”

“You’re such an ass,” I grinned, pushing him back slightly.

“Aww baby, lets not get too jealous aye,” Justin teased me.

“I’ll be in the car,” I said and walked past him with my head low trying not to show my little smile.

After 30 minutes of LA traffic we finally made it to the club. “Shit it’s packed,” Justin muttered taking my hand and leading me to where the VIP section was.

“Look who finally made it,” Za exclaimed looking between Justin and I. “Wassup y/n? Looking beautiful as always.”

“Thank you” I smiled.

“Aye, watch it Za. Don’t stare for too long,” Justin smirked taking a sip of his drink. I was about to throw a comment until I heard-

“Oh my god. Look Justin’s here!” I looked back to 3 white girls headed our way.

“I haven’t seen you guys in forever. How are you?” Justin greeted the girls with a quick hug.

They’ve began to engage in a conversation for a few minutes without acknowledging me. Which is actually predictable. Justin’s one of the biggest stars so whenever he’s with someone they’re really interested in just him.

“This is my girlfriend y/n,” my head snapped up to my name being called. “Y/n this is Kendall, Hailey, and Sophia.” I can’t believe I haven’t noticed them before. I guess people really do look different than the photos they be posting on the gram.

“Hello, nice to meet you girls. You look lovely,” I glanced at all three of them and smiled.

“Girl hold up,is this your real hair?” Hailey asked and gently grabbed a piece of my hair that was perfectly ironed.

“Yes,” i said and flipped my hair trying to show a little confidence but really, trying to get her hands of my effing hair.

“No way. You’re hair is always curly in justin’s instagram pictures. I didn’t know curly hair can be this long when straighten.Wow this is so cool,” Kendall said reaching out for my hair, as well the other 2 girls.

“You should definitely leave your hair straightened more, it looks way better like this,” Sophia said.

“I know right. Have you tried the keratin treatment? It will leave your hair pin straight,” Hailey informed.

“I-I um,” I put my head down, feeling attacked. I was never good at defending myself when it comes to situation like these because lowkey I agreed with them. Hearing things like this coming out from people all the time slowly makes you feel like they’re right. That I should straighten my hair more. Curly hair is almost never accepted in society, even iconic African or Latin models will put on a weave or a wig because they feel beautiful with straight hair than curly or sometimes because styles will just tell them to.

“Curly hair is just exotic sometimes,” Kendall said and the other girls mumbled an “I know right.”

“Guys, guys wait a second,” Justin interrupts them. He gently grabbed the girls writs and took their hands away from my hair. “I don’t appreciate how you guys were talking about my girl’s hair.”

“We were just complimenting it Justin don’t get so offended,” Sophia rolled her eyes.

“Nothing you guys said was a compliment. Asking y/n if her hair was real is offensive. What you think just because she’s African her hair can’t be long?” Justin furrowed his eyebrows.

“It was just weir-” Hailey began but was cut off by Justin immediately.

“Nothing is weird about her hair. Telling her to get some treatment for her hair? The hell, you want y/n to damage her natural hair just because you can’t handle some curls? She looks beautiful with curly hair, straight hair, short hair, long hair,” I looked up to my man speaking. He’s gonna get some good pussy tonight that’s for sure.

“Shit Justin calm down,” Kendall spoke.

“No I wont. Making statements like that over something she has no control over is pathetic. You guys can go now.”

The girls rolled their eyes at Justin. Probably thinking he was being petty. When they walked away I looked up at Justin, “Thank you so much,” I said and gave him small kisses.

“I always got your back baby. And I hope no one gives you bullshit like that when I’m not around. I hated the way they talked to you.”

“I didn’t think you would understand my struggle,” I sighed, while hugging him.

“Trust me y/n I do. I see the way you look at yourself sometimes and it kills me to know you don’t love your hair. It’s beautiful and unique.”

“I appreciate it,” I kissed him on the lips. “And we’re gonna have a good time tonight,” I mumbled as my lips feel to his neck and my hands fell to his belt.

“Oh really?” Justin smirked.

“Uh huh but first,” I smirked. “I don’t know if you could take it. Know you want to see me nakey,nakey,naked,” I sang along and made my way to the dance floor moving my hips.

Justin looked at y/n wondering how he got such a perfect women.

THE END.

this is my first imagine like ever I think lol. I know it was probably horrible but I wanted to do something where it was somewhat connected with how I get treated for my curly hair as a Latin women. African beauties also unfortunately get hate for it too sigh. But I hope someone out there likes this imagine:) love ur curls !! Oh and I have nothing against the girls

tim and curly during a long car ride hc

-tim literally beGGEd angela to come with them because there was no way he would survive more than an hour with curly alone

-she told him to fuck off

-curly was fucKING PUMPed, let me tell you rn this boy is like ‘dog when their person comes home’ excited

- “omg tim can i drive”

-“only if you promise to drive us off a cliff”

-tim is done within the first 10 minutes

- “take a nap before i push you into traffic, you little fuck”

- “tIM THAT LADY HAD A DOg, can we stop and pet him?,,?”

- tim can feel the vein in his forehead ready to burst becaUSE THIS FUCKINg kid

- “hey, tim”

- “……,,”

- “timmmmmy, tim…. aye, timmo…tIM”

- “curly, you’re killing me, yOURE KILLING YOUR BROTHer”

-curly just does this throaty giggle that that makes tim want to bash his head against the dash

- “tim, i have to piss” every twenty minutes

- “curly, you make me regret almost every decision i’ve ever made”

-road rage

-“liSTEN YOU FUCKING BASTARD, GREen meaNS GO, okaY FUCKINg gO”

-“……tim, how do you know their parents weren’t married before they were born?”

-“ curly i stg”

- angela is just sitting at home laughing because she juST KNOWS

anonymous asked:

Nyello! Welcome to the community! Can i request something for Lucio, McCree, and Reaper seeing their s/o's hair in it's natural state for the first time? (I have thick hair with big curls that i usually straighten to make it easier to manage, but sometimes i don't have time and i leave it natural and it's really fluffy). It's alright if you don't want to write this cx good luck with your blog! <3

My friend’s hair is like this and it’s my favorite thing!!


Lucio

  • When Lucio doesn’t have his hair up it’s curly (I would like to think).
  • He thinks of his own curls as a bit bothersome, and that’s why he has his hair up all the time.
  • The first time he saw your curls he gasped.
  • You look so gorgeous!! He loves it so much, and it looks really good on you.
  • Runs his fingers through your curls as you just chuckle.
  • Sometimes both of you will have curly hair, and for the whole day its basically you two running your hands through each others hair.

Jesse McCree

  • It’s compliment town, population: you.
  • Immediately starts tugging and bouncing the thick curls, if he tugs too hard he will apologize and just tug a bit softer.
  • He loves to see them bounce? It’s an obsession. 
  • Whenever the two of you are cuddling he will be scratching your scalp, running his fingers through your hair and twiddling with the ends. 
  • Will subtly try and get you to keep your hair natural from now on. 

Reaper

  • “Hey, your hair is curly.”
  • He totally has curly hair in a pompadour style, all natural and fluffy as well. 
  • He will pretend not to really care too much about it but he plays with your hair a whole lot more, and you get just a smidgen more affection.
  • Suddenly your flat iron isn’t in its usual spot, and suddenly Gabe is no where to be seen.

Apparently I’m in an ADWD mood, because I’ve been thinking about this:

Lord Tywin had put an end to that hope ten days before his dwarf son’s sixteenth nameday, when Tyrion asked to tour the Nine Free Cities, as his uncles had done at that same age. “My brothers could be relied upon to bring no shame upon House Lannister,” his father had replied. “Neither ever wed a whore.” And when Tyrion had reminded him that in ten days he would be a man grown, free to travel where he wished, Lord Tywin had said, “No man is free. Only children and fools think elsewise. Go, by all means. Wear motley and stand upon your head to amuse the spice lords and the cheese kings. Just see that you pay your own way and put aside any thoughts of returning.” At that the boy’s defiance had crumbled. “If it is useful occupation you require, useful occupation you shall have,” his father then said. So to mark his manhood, Tyrion was given charge of all the drains and cisterns within Casterly Rock. Perhaps he hoped I’d fall into one. But Tywin had been disappointed in that. The drains never drained half so well as when he had charge of them.

It’s so. very. horrifyingly. Tywin. When Tyrion tries to defy his father, the punishment Tywin gives him is utterly humiliating. He’s given the worst servant’s job, like, the only way that I think Tywin could give Tyrion a worse job was if he sent Tyrion to work in the mines. 

And I would argue that it’s such a public punishment. You can’t set Tyrion to cleaning every drain and cistern in Casterly Rock and expect that to be a secret, something just between Tyrion and Tywin, nah, this was about shaming Tyrion, this was about even the lowest servant knowing that the dwarf son of the Lord of Casterly Rock – the “monster” who “married a whore”, the “ill-made” “creature” who ripped his own lannister-born mother open when she bore him, ~didn’t he even have a tail when he was born?~ ~yeah, yeah, i heard from someone who heard it was curly like a pig’s, now look at the little swine neck deep in shit~ – was cleaning out the barracks’ drains. 

can you even imagine the humiliation, like, 16 year old Tyrion just wants someone to bring his meals up to his room and even that servant who brings the food knows, everyone knows

“No, Tyrion, I absolutely forbid you to leave for the Free Cities on my dime, but I’m going to do my damnedest to make sure that staying here with me is as uncomfortable as possible for you.” 

And there’s an element of strategy in this punishment too. Because Tywin absolutely does not want Tyrion to inherit Casterly Rock, Tywin imagines it will be Golden Boy Jaime, as soon as he grows out of his rebellious Kingsguard phase, of course Jaime will grow out of it, it’s just a matter of time, obviously, of course, JUST A MATTER OF TIME, AND MAYBE BRIBING HIM WITH A SHINY NEW SWORD!!1!

So Tywin sets Tyrion to cleaning the drains, and now when the steward looks at Tyrion, when the master-at-arms looks at him, when the lowest servant looks at Tyrion, they think of him as ~scarcely a Lannister~ “the last and least of our company”… and what self-respecting Lannister would support ~the dwarf boy who cleaned the drains the day he came into his manhood~ in his bid for Casterly Rock? Tywin must be thinking as he glares at Tyrion hauling around cleaning supplies, Who would support Tyrion’s claim to Casterly Rock over golden Ser Jaime Lannister’s, or even Cersei’s claim, if it came to that

Shame is such an important part of House Lannister, I absolutely love Lannisters

Like a Bump on the Head // A Phan One-Shot

Genre: angst, fluff, parent!phan

Words: 2.2k

Relationship status: married

Warnings: minor injuries, fighting

Summary: Dan and Phil have a little fight about an incident involving their ten-year-old son, Winnie.

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anonymous asked:

I really loved the head canons where reader is taller than Reid. If you don't mind can you do one where reader is short like around 5'2 and has curly hair! Thank you~ (I'm a very short person 😭 sorry)

Originally posted by toyboxboy

Spencer Reid Headcanons: When you’re shorter then him.

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((I’m so sorry that this isn’t exactly like your request but I generally try to make my posts pretty generic so everyone can relate to them. If you want you can direct message me so I can personally write your request))

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  • Three of your steps is about one ‘Spencer step’ so he tries to walk as slow as he can (when you’re both not on a case/working) so you don’t have to run alongside him.
  • When anyone besides your friends make fun of your height, Spencer immediately comes to your defense.
  • Spencer having to lean over to kiss you
  • Lifting you up when he hugs you.
  • Spencer always bumping into the stool you have in the bathroom because the mirror is too high up.
  • Spencer usually has to go shopping with you because for some reason all the clothing items that are likely to fit you are all the way at the top of the shelf.
  • And even after Spencer has to reach the items for you, they don’t always fit and you have to roll your pants up or wear a shirt as a dress.
  • On the rare chance that you argue, you stand up on a chair to be closer to his face and the both of you end up laughing, then a serious conversation.
  • Always having to spend five minutes before you drive anywhere to lift the seat closer to the dashboard and adjust the mirrors.
  • Spencer always having to spend five minutes before driving anywhere to move the seat back and adjust the mirrors.
  • Spencer having to lean down to take photos with you.
  • “I wish I was taller…”
  • “Why y/n?”
  • “So I can kiss you better! Or punch you…”
  • He doesn’t mind your shortness the same way you don’t mind his tallness. Because you both love each other very much and accept the way you are.
Please, Don’t / Conor Maynard

Request:  Can you write something about Conor fracturing his ankle and y/n looking after him?


“If you don’t sit back down on that couch, I swear to god that I will fucking kill you.” You warned, finger pointing at your boyfriend who was now sitting on the couch.

“No need to get violent.” He chuckled.

“I’m sorry. I’m just a bit stressed from the hospital and a bit scared that you’ll hurt yourself more.” You sighed.

You put a pillow under Conor’s ankle and sat down next to him, your fingers rubbing your temples in hope to get rid of the growing headache. You felt Conor wrap an arm you, and you leaned on his side.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine. The doctor said it.” He said. “Why don’t you go take a shower and relax for a bit, I swear I won’t move until you get back.” You nodded and stood up, walking towards your bathroom.

Once you were all clean and relaxed, you walked back to the living room to find your boyfriend peacefully sleeping on the couch, a random movie playing on the T.V. You walked towards him and sat down next to him, your hand running through his hair, which was quite curly at the moment. You leaned in and kissed his check, accidentally waking him up.

“Sorry.” You whispered. “Didn’t mean to wake you, handsome.”

“It’s okay.” He smiled. “I ordered food, it should be here any minute.” You nodded and saw how his eyes closed again.

“You’re tired, huh?”

“Yeah, very.” He nodded slightly, smiling once your hand found its way back to his hair. “I love it when you play with my hair, makes me want to cuddle.”

There was a knock on the door, but you stayed there.

“We can cuddle after dinner.” You smiled, and he nodded.

You left to go get the food, saying thank you to the delivery guy. You took the food to the living room and went back in the kitchen to get your drinks and glasses. You opened all the boxes and handed one to sleepy Conor next to you.

“Thanks.” He smiled.

Once you finished eating, you put everything away before going back to the couch, laying next to Conor, cuddling into his side.

“Can we nap here before going to bed?” You asked.

“Sure, babe.” He laughed.

“That fractured ankle of yours is gonna get you a lot of cuddles.”

“I’m alright with that, as long as they’re from you.” He smiled. “Maybe I should get hurt more often.”

“Please, don’t.” You chuckled.

4

Kadena AU for @i-dont-know-what-is-going-on Kat teaches Adena how to use instagram and she posts domestic photos of her

Kat smiled down at her phone, Adena had just posted a photo of them in a pillow fort together, ever since she had taught Adena how to use Instagram, the beautiful woman had been using it to her advantage. Adena obviously found Kat very beautiful, Kat didn’t see it and all the photos embarrassed her. But she didn’t dare say this to Adena, she didn’t want to hurt her feelings, not again. Kat jumped out of her skin when Sutton’s hand placed itself on her shoulder.

“Woah! You alright babe?” Sutton’s voice was soothing. “Hey! What’s going on?” Jane inquired, seeing her two besties speaking in hushed whispers. Kat buried her head in her hands. “It’s Adena, she keeps posting these photos and it’s making me feel weird.” “Why? Kat, she adores you.” Jane nodded in agreement to Sutton’s comment. “I know, but after what happened with those rape threats, I’m a little nervous and uncomfortable with this being all over the Internet.” Jane smiled sadly. “Then why don’t you talk to Adena and tell her that?”

“Good idea, thanks guys.”
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“Adena, listen, it’s not that I don’t like spending time with you, but when you post these photos it makes me feel vulnerable.” Adena frowned, cradling Kat’s face in her hand.

“I understand love, but I post them because I find you crazy beautiful, and you’re even more beautiful when you don’t even know I’m looking, I can take them down if you’d like, if it scares you that much. I just wanted the world to see my girlfriend the way I do, effortlessly beautiful.” Kat blushed as Adena reached for her phone to delete the photos, Kat stopped her.

“No, leave them. It’s okay, I’m really glad we talked this through, you make me super brave Adena El Amin. You touched me here.” The curly haired woman placed her hand on Adena’s heart, making Adena giggle.

“You’re crazy Kat Edison. But I really love you.” Kat brightened.

“Kiss me. I’ll post it to my personal instagram.” Adena laughed

“What in the world for?”

“So everyone knows I’m taken, by the woman of my dreams.” Adena smiled leaning in to kiss Kat’s soft lips, Adena tasted like coconut lip gloss, and it was intoxicatingly addictive. Kat could kiss her all day.

“Liplocked with my queen.” Kat typed up the caption, hit the post button and threw her phone somewhere on the ground. Kat’s lips met Adena’s once more this time in a more heated kiss turned make out. If the afterlife was real, the only one she’d be sent to, was eternity with Adena, and that was fine by her.

anonymous asked:

Hi! I really love your Jonsa fics! Thank you for sharing your work. So...I can't get enough of Sansa sewing Jon's clothing fics. If you're still taking prompts, I was wondering if you could write a fluffy show verse Sansa sewing Jon's "wight hunter" outfit?

I’ll never forgive myself for this, she thinks to herself as she pulls the thread through the dove-grey wool. I’m enabling him. He shouldn’t be going out there… As if I could stop him. 

And that’s it, isn’t it? She can’t stop him. Ever since they reunited, she’s been trying and trying to stop him, to protect him, to save him from himself. From his own courage, his honor, his forthrightness. She tried to warn him about Ramsay, she tried to stop him from treating with Cersei, she tried to stop him from drawing Littlefinger’s focus. She’s never stopped him. It’s only ever been through her safety nets that she’s been able to save him — the knights of the Vale, Brienne, her cache of Littlefinger’s files…

She’s not going to stop him from marching out beyond the Wall to draw out the wights. He’ll go regardless of what she does. The only idea she’s come up with to keep him home is to break his legs. But if she does that, she may as well break his soul as well.

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Meeting Sherlock (John Watson x Reader)

Request: ( @bestfluteninja ) hi! can you write a john x reader (girl reader) where john brings the reader home and sherlock deducts her and she’s upset (because let’s be honest, deducting sherlock can be an asshole) so then john comforts her? 

SHOUTOUT TO @love-doesnt-discriminate AND @sammy–moosechester FOR PROOFREADING YOU ARE BOTH ANGELS

Warnings: Female!Reader, Sherlock being an ass, little angst, fluff

Word Count:

Authors Note: Geez, this is my first time writing in a few months! Sorry, I just needed a break, but I’m back! Hope you all like this!


“Y/N, are you, um, sure you want to come over?” John asks nervously. He grabs my hand, and starts to fiddle with my fingers. 

“For the millionth time, yes,” I reply. I smile at him, hoping he’ll calm down. His eyes scan my face, and he nods. My hand closes over his, and we walk out of the restaurant. John gets us a taxi, and we head to his flat. I’m about to meet his flatmate, a man called Sherlock Holmes. John has talked about him occasionally, but I still haven’t met him. I’m also meeting the landlady, Mrs. Hudson. I’m somewhat nervous, but it all dissipates while trying to calm John down. 

“So, what is Mrs. Hudson like?” I ask, trying to keep John’s mind off of me meeting Sherlock. 

“Oh, she’s lovely,” he says, his eyes lighting up. “And you’re going to get on with her so well.” I begin to say something else when the taxi stops, brakes screeching. I hit the seat in front of me, as does John. The driver turns around and apologizes as we are getting out. I nod back at him and step out into the cold air. I take John’s hand as he leads me to his flat. 

The door reads 221B and has a knocker on it, a little too high for John to reach and certainly too high for me. He opens the door and walks in after me. The room I enter into is dark, with a set of stairs directly in front of me. He motions for me to go up, so I do. I never let go of his hand, nervousness curling in my chest. John gets on the step next to me and opens another door. Walking in first, he looks around for someone. I cautiously step in the room. Looking around, I see all kinds of things, from a violin to a skull. As I observe the walls and floors, I hear someone walk in. 

“Hello, dear,” an elderly woman says, patting John’s arm. Wavyish hair and bright eyes, she seems to be more than she looks. “And who might this lovely lady be?” I blush, and hold out my hand. 

“I’m Y/N,” I say, as we shake hands. “I presume you’re Mrs. Hudson?“ 

“You presume correctly,” she laughs. “Have a seat, dear, would you like some tea?” I nod, and she heads into the kitchen. John sits next to me and starts to say something when a man walks in. He has curly dark hair, dark eyes, and is wearing a long coat and a scarf.

“John, where wer-” he stops talking when he notices me. I wave slightly, and John stands up. 

“Sherlock, this is Y/N,” he says, somewhat pointing towards me. “Y/N, Sherlock." 

"Hi,” I say, practically above a whisper. Something about this man is different and intimidating. I don’t want to make a bad impression either. Mrs. Hudson comes back in with the tea, and smiles at Sherlock. "Thank y-“ 

"5 times?” Sherlock cuts me off. I look at him, confused. I can see a look of terror pass over John’s face, but it’s too late. “Is it 5 times or 4?" 

"I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I respond, “could you elaborate?" 

"The last 5 times you’ve plucked up the courage to ask a man out, you’ve been rejected,” he states calmly. My mouth drops open in shock. “Your phone is on and has multiple male contacts, too many for all of them to be coworkers. Some also haven’t been checked since months before you met John. Also, she’s into that ridiculous show Supernatural.” I lift a finger to ask how he knows, but he continues on. “There’s a partially visible tattoo on your ankle of a symbol from the show. You also haven’t told John that before this job you were working at a restaurant where you barely had enough money to survive. I recognize you from a certain place downtown. Now you work in law, but you absolutely hate your job. Your clothing choices are carelessly thought out, your face shows exhaustion from work, and you left early just to come here even though you had a client, am I correct?" 

I nod slowly. He smooths his coat and heads toward the kitchen. Stunned, I get up and head for the door. I hurry down the steps and onto the street, looking desperately for a taxi. 

"Y/N!” I can hear John shouting for me, running after me, but I keep walking. He catches up to me after a minute. Moving in front of me, he grabs my arms. His hands tighten as I try to walk away. 

“Y/N, please,” he says. Looking up at him, I can see the worry painted on his face. 

“Please don’t let Sherlock get to you,” John says. His breathing is erratic from running, but he continues. “He’s an idiot and has no filter. He didn’t mean to insult you in any way, and he’s just incredibly insensitive and ridiculous. I’m so sorry." 

"It’s fine, John, I’ll just go,” I say, trying to tug my arms away. Instead of letting go, he moves his hands up to my face. 

“Let me make it up to you, okay?” He whispers. I nod slowly, and he pulls me in. I close my eyes, and his lips touch mine softly. Fireworks start exploding in my stomach as I move my arms around his back. I’ve never felt anything like this before, nothing so perfect and meant to be. His lips fit mine like it was written in the stars, like this was supposed to happen. 

When he pulls away, he has a sheepish smile on his face. 

“Okay?” He asks. 

“Okay.” I reply, lacing my fingers with his. We walk down the street together, ready for whatever is to happen next.

TIM SHEPARD HEADCANONS

SORT OF FUNNY AND DEPRESSING TIM HEADCANONS ARE WHAT I LIVE FOR!1!1

— When Curly-fry was about eleven, he witnessed Tim punching their step-father in defense of his siblings and their mother but in retaliation being choked and beat.

— Tim used to blame everything on their step-father; hated how he treated her, how he made her cry, how he made her work, etc.

— it took him a few years to realize it was mostly their mother’s fault.

— he resents her, and yelled in her face until she was sobbing once. because it’s her fault he has to raise his siblings, it’s her fault they’re all so fucked up, and everything is her fucking fault.

— “And no, Ma. No, that’s not an invitation to leave. ‘Cause Curly and Angel will get taken away a whole lot faster!”

— “Can you shut the fuck up? They’re trying to sleep!”

— Sometimes, Tim takes Curly and Angela out of the house and around town when things get bad.

— Around Christmastime, he’ll use all of the money in his pocket to take his siblings around town to the decorations and buy them dinner.

— “Angela, can you just wait one fucking second?”

— “Smoke that, girl, an’ I swear to God you won’t be seeing straight for weeks.”

— Blames himself for Curly’s bad grades and tells himself that Curly will pass at least high school, even if he has to pay for a tutor for him.

— Knows Angela is headed down a bad path and can’t do much more than try and fix whatever he sees because he knows her damage is already done.

Is actually capable of going steady.

— Wants to find a real nice girl, but is too stubborn to find one.

— Doesn’t want children. Dallas Winston once had a conversation with him about it. They’re both afraid they’ll fuck up their kids.

— Strictly against drugs even though he’s done them a few times.

— Tries to work on drinking less.

— Stopped displaying emotion at a young age, realizing that unlike his other little friends, it’d get him nowhere.

— Knows inside himself that Curly will never be like him, no matter how hard he tries.

— Knows Curly will never make it high up in the gang, but ignores the fact.

— Tim puts his bare hands in snow or ice every once and a while and tells himself not to move. He does it with hot things, too.

— Feels zero pity for himself, but for his siblings.

— Is. So. Damn. Tired.

— “Whatever, Angela. I’m not gonna fight with you, just go, alright?

— Went to New York once to see what Dallas liked about it.

— Hates the Beatles and only likes Elvis (not bc of the book, like deadass fr).

— Throws out clothes of Angela’s that he doesn’t approve of.

— Once she was home while he did it. She just sat on her bed, blinking, as went through her closet silently with a beer in his hand.

— Thought once that Curly should be more like Ponyboy Curtis, but then decided against it.

— “Curly, you’re my brother. That means you’re almost as hot as me. Go do something about it, kid.”

— That’s the story of how Curly got some for the first time.

— Tim is an okay cook, actually. He doesn’t bake on his own, though.

— He makes Curly and Angela’s favorites if they go and get the ingredients from the grocery store.

— He smiles when they eat a ton of it and make annoying noises and thank him a million times.

— Tim would always get upset that his younger siblings would get upset when their parents would disappear for a few days.

they don’t even care about you!

— But when Angela and Curly would act perfectly normal and not notice their absence, it bothered Tim even more.

— Tim has memories of reading his siblings books with a shaky voice to get them to go sleep with screaming and yelling downstairs, scaring them.

— “I can tell you guys about today, if you want. I mean, it won’t be anything interestin’, though.”

 

— He tells them true stories sometimes when they can’t go to bed even as teenagers.

— “Curly, what are you doing?”

— Alternates between being an insomniac, and sleeping unnervingly soundly at eight pm, waking up at four or five in the morning.

 

— Writes in perfect cursive although people remember him having horrible printing as a child.

— Tim enjoys making people uncomfortable and embarrassed.

— Nearly beat the shit out of Curly when he came up with “InTIMidating tIM”

— As a result, Curly wrote it in strange places that he knew Tim would see.

— Once, when beginning to eat a banana, Tim saw “InTIMidating tIM” in blue pen on the spotted yellow peel.

— Angela joined in on it.

— Tim would open his sock drawer and find InTIMidating tIM scrawled along the width side of wood.

— “InTIMidating tIM” is something only his family knows about.

— They rarely even address it in conversation. But they know.

— Curly and Angela plan on buying Tim a leather jacket with a patch on it that says it.

— Little things like that let Tim know it’s all worth it.

— He was disgusted with himself when he thought about letting them go into foster care.

— He thought about how everything would change, and a result didn’t go home for days and absolutely hated himself.

— Says if Darry Curtis releases a child-raising handbook he’ll be the first one in line to buy it.

— Literally, he says this all the time. Drunk or sober. It’s his catchphrase.

— “So, Tim, I heard you’re in need of some parenting tips?”

— Never actually liked Sylvia.

Never liked anyone until — stopping myself because this isn’t a romantic set of headcanons…

— If he had any kind of disorder, it’d be OCD.

— Is a control freak.

— Has a scary fucking clean bedroom. But don’t get me wrong, sometimes it gets messy.

— Tim doesn’t allow anyone in his room.

— For whatever reason, if you enter it you will be killed.

— I’ve made three Tim headcanons now how is this so fucking long I can just keep going for dayssss

anonymous asked:

Omg how about a scenario where Kacchans son is competing in the UA sports festival (u can make the plot about anything)? ^.^

I’m happy when people give me freedom to think of plot and such but then I’m not so sure if what I wrote matches what they wanted so I hope you like this

When Katsuki arrived at the stadium he looked for a place to sit and when he finally managed to find a place from which he could see perfectly he was distracted by the green curly hair in front of him.

“Deku.” His eyes narrowed as he made his way towards Izuku and sat on the empty seat next to him.

“Oh, hi Kacchan.” Izuku was surprised for a second but then he smiled at Katsuki.

“Stop calling me this stupid nickname already.” Katsuki felt annoyed but then a sinister smirk appeared on his face. “Hey Deku, too bad your kid is one year younger than mine. I’d love to see my son beat the hell out of your offspring.” Izuku’s face changed and he looked at Katsuki filled with determination.

“My son won’t lose to yours.”

“Huh?” Now that Katsuki was triggered he jumped at Izuku. “Do you want to fight you damn nerd?” His voice was lost in the loud applauses coming from everywhere around him. Katsuki looked down and his eyes scouted the arena before pointing at a kid that had the same ash blond hair and angry red eyes as his. “That’s my boy!” Katsuki sat back with wide grin on his face and waited for the first round to be announced. The game was actually a race, just like the first time Katsuki participated in the sports festival but the obstacles were a bit different. When Katsuki’s son dashed and almost set on fire the people surrounding him Katsuki stood up and cheered for his son.

“That’s right! Kill those fucking weaklings if you have to.”

The boy was doing really well and after blasting a lot of the students while yelling “Move it extras.” he almost reached the finish line. In this moment Izuku realized how much Katsuki’s son took after him. Bakugou junior grinned widely when he was a few steps from the finish line but some sort of slime formed beneath his feet and he got stuck in one place unable to move. His eyes widened in surprise for a moment when he saw how four or five of the others passed him by.

“You think this can stop me?” Sparks came out of his hands and he pushed himself upwards while a few students got caught in his explosion. “Well no fucking way!” He flew straight for the finish line but disappointment was written all over his face when he saw how many have reached this destination before him. When the results were announced he was standing in seventh place.

“He’s just getting started! Do you hear me you fucking assholes?”

“Kacchan, calm down. Don’t forget we’re here to look out for some promising students and invite them to our agencies.”

“Shut your trap Deku!” Katsuki looked angrier than ever so Izuku decided it was best to leave him alone. After giving a little break to the students the game for the second round was announced. This time the students had to hunt down one another. All traps, ambushes and dirty tricks they could think of were permitted and as always only sixteen participants were allowed to continue. In this game most of the students chose to ambush or hide in hopes of not being found but Katsuki’s son was one of the few who strode freely across the field designated for the game.

“My son isn’t a fucking coward like the rest of this bunch.” Katsuki smirked having a content expression on his face until his son tripped and fell. “What the?” His son got back on his feet and looked around before continuing his way but he fell on his face once more.

“Where are you hiding, you fucking bastard? Show yourself!” The boy yelled so loud that everyone could hear him but he was so angry at the invisible force that made him trip he didn’t care one bit. Katsuki didn’t look any different from his son.

“Kick his fucking teeth in!”

“I’ll kick your fucking teeth in!” Both of them shouted at the same time and some people from the audience turned around to see which crazy person was losing his mind.

“The fuck are you looking at?!”

“Don’t mind him. His son is participating and he’s a little bit fired up.”

“A little bit my ass. Tell your friend to pipe down or to go home.”

“Why you…”

“Kacchan please stop it and sit down to watch your son.”

“Tch. Fine.” Katsuki sat down and kept quiet not so willingly. His son was throwing punches and explosions everywhere trying to find the bastard who made him trip. “This probably has something to do with the invisible bitch.”

“You mean Tooro?”

“The hell with her name! Do you know if this bitch has any children?”

“But Kacchan she was our classmate.” Katsuki furiously grinded his teeth and Izuku decided it’d be in his best interest to answer Katsuki’s question. “I think she had a boy and a girl.”

“Then it must be one of them.” Katsuki observed how his son went wild destroying everything around. No one came close to him maybe because of fear but by the end he didn’t hunt down anyone. He was allowed to proceed even though he didn’t do anything and this made him frustrated. Katsuki told his son about the time he won first place in the sports festival but he refused to accept it because in his opinion he didn’t deserve it. As far as he knew his son, there was a high possibility that the boy was thinking the same.

The boy was really like his father and after this disappointment he hoped to be paired with stronger opponents for the fights but unfortunately he didn’t see any of them as real competition and blasted all of them without having any mercy which granted him the right to fight for the first place. The boy he was up against could freeze things and create ice. According to his father a quirk like this one wasn’t hard to beat so when the teachers gave permission to start the fight he had no enthusiasm at all. He dodged all the ice attacks with ease and slowly approached his opponent before coming face to face with him.

“It’s all over.” He was ready to blast the other’s head off but he just smiled.

“Not quite yet.” Hot steam appeared out of nowhere burning the blond boy’s face and palms.

“What the fuck? Wasn’t your quirk controlling ice?” The other boy laughed.

“Since you asked so kindly I’ll tell you about my quirk. I can control water in all states as well as its temperature just like I turned this ice into steam. Do you get it now?”

“This doesn’t mean I can’t win.” Katsuki’s son jumped out of the steam and attacked head on but the other clicked his tongue while producing a strong stream that washed his opponent away.

“If you understood my quirk you should’ve been able to see this coming.” The blond boy managed to grab a piece of the ice that stuck out all over the place when he was about to step out of the arena’s line. “Don’t underestimate me if you have the intention to win.” When the water stopped there was no sign of the blond boy’s location. “It seems I’m this strong. I can’t even see where I sent you.”

“Who’s underestimating who?” Katsuki’s son was falling down from somewhere way above the other boy. “You never saw this coming, didn’t you?” The other boy was rendered speechless for a second but then he pulled himself together and sent a new stream of water against the blond who dodged it with a little help from his explosion that pushed him in the direction he wanted to go. “Finally someone worth using my full strength against.” He let himself fall down while he produced one explosion that was getting bigger with every second he was closing to the ground. The other boy sent water his way but when this wasn’t enough to stop the blond he resorted to something else. He shot hot water in hopes that the burns will stop the other but this didn’t happen. Katsuki’s son reached the ground making a big explosion that sent debris and bigger pieces of rock flying around. “Come at me with all you’ve got!” When the dust in the air settled the blond saw his opponent lying on the ground far from the arena. “Don’t tell me you were all talk. Get the hell up!”

“That’s my son down there!” Katsuki exclaimed proudly from the audience. “The boy’s a winner!” The same person from before turned around and looked at Katsuki.

“You know what son? I remember you from back then and I can tell your child is exactly the same as you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“See for yourself.” The man pointed down and Katsuki saw how his son was blasting an explosion every time someone tried to get close to him and give him the medal for first place.

“I don’t need it! I want to fight a strong opponent. This weakling over there wasn’t a match for me. I already told you. Only when I win against someone stronger I’ll accept it!”

“Just shut up and take it.”

“I don’t wanna hear any word coming from you extras!”

“He bit me! What kind of crazy motherfucker are you?”

“I’m not sure if I want to see what the next Bakugou will be like. It seems you get wilder with every passing generation.”

“Do you want to fight you damn nerd?” Izuku shook his and waved his hands in front of him in order to show Katsuki he doesn’t. “He’ll bite them alright. Since they’re weaker than him.” Katsuki seemed pleased with the whole situation but Izuku could only sight and laugh nervously.

Growing up I was told you can be anything you want,
And yet I grew up in a house where I was also told,
Being gay is wrong, you cant possibly like someone when they have the same parts as you do.
My first crush was in 2nd grade,
Pink hair, that was so cool to me, and such a cute smile.
Then in 5th grade another,
Curly hair and a personality that blew me away.
I realised for the first time though that I was gay in 7th grade,
And when my dad found out I was dating someone,
He took me onto the back porch, he said,
I will love you until the day you die but then you’re going to hell.

Growing up I was told you can be anything you want,
And yet still I was forced into skirts and dresses.
Sit like a lady, you’re a beautiful girl they said,
You’re gonna make the boys fall all over you some day.
But I don’t want that!
Be quiet, hold your tongue, be a lady.
I’m not a lady!
But I was never given that choice.
Astronaut, teacher, scientist, inventor? Sure,
But a boy? Never.
That was never an option, not even in my mind.


Growing up I was told I could be whatever I wanted to,
But I wasn’t given the chance to be who I am.

—  “Anything You Want” A poem I wrote