chelsea if you see this the one on the right is for you my darling!

anonymous asked:

Hi love💕 can you please do an imagine where y/n is super hard to get but Harry feels determined to get her and at the end he ends up doing it but after having to convince her. Thanks babe.😊

I tweaked that just a tad! x

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You were a friend of Glenne; even had a part in setting her and Jeff together.

“Tonight is the night we finally find you a man.” Glenne said, looking at you as you put on your earrings.

You rolled your eyes, “How many times do we have to talk about this?”

“For as long as you actually get a man.” Glenne raised her eyebrow.

“I’m going with the flow, G. I’m not going to force myself into a relationship. You know how I like things,” You popped your lips, looking at your lipstick before turning to look at Glenne, “Nice and slow.”

“You look hot.” Glenne grinned, looking at you. You had an off shoulder beige crop flowy top, black high waisted skinny jeans, burgundy chelsea boots and your hair is up in straight ponytail. Your make up was light but you had an eye catching burgundy lipstick along with your gold hoop earrings.

Your grin matched hers as you glanced at the mirror one more time before you and Glenne got out of your house and drove to Jeff’s, where he was throwing a small get-together for his close friends and a few of his crew.

“I’m telling you, you and Harry would make a really hot couple.” Glenne said.

You groaned, “What’s it with you and talking to me about him all the time?” You parked, unbuckling your seatbelt.

“You’re my best friend. I want the best for you and Harry is exactly that.” Glenne said as you both walked towards the door, Glenne unlocking it with her key.
You were met with laughter of people and chatter and the smell of colognes.

“Finally!” Jeff grinned, walking towards you and Glenne, greeting her with a kiss on the lips before hugging you and kissing your cheek. “Finally took a day off to see us?” Jeff teased you with a roll of his eyes as you all walked towards the others who were sat in the living room.

“I figured I’d let you have the fun of seeing me.” You joked.

“Everyone, this is Y/N Y/L/N, the next big businesswoman who spends her single life working and traveling.” Jeff said as you chuckled, waving at those who sat.

Your eyes lingered on floral pants, traveling to see who wore them, smiling when you saw that it was the one and only person Jeff and Glenne have been trying to set you up with; Harry Styles.

Harry’s eyes lingered on you, an intrigued smile on his face as he stood, approaching you and offering his hand, “Harry.” He spoke, his eyes not leaving yours. You put your hand in his, shaking it.

“Y/N.”

After greeting everyone else, you all sat, chatting about everything and anything. You were sitting on the couch opposite to Harry, who would grin whenever he said something that made you laugh.
“Y/N, could you be a darling and empty more snacks in bowls from the kitchen?” Glenne asked, batting her eyelashes at you.

You nodded, standing up, “Right pantry?”

“They’re on the counter.” Jeff answered, “Harry, can you help her? They’re a lot for just one person.”

You glared at the couple when you understood what they were after before smiling slightly, looking at Harry who gestured for you to walk in front of him.
You both walked towards the kitchen, Harry supporting a dimpled smile when he noticed your chelsea boots, glancing at his own for a moment.

“I’ll get the bowls, why don’t you open the bag?” You suggested. Harry nodded.

“I like the boots.” Harry said as you put the bowls in front of him.

You smiled, looking at them before looking at his, “I like yours, too. Wait, I think I saw a tweet the other day of your glittery gold ones?”

Harry nodded, “I have an obsession.”

No way! Me too,“ You chuckled, “Jeff got me these rainbow ones last month.”

“These were for you?” Harry gasped, “I helped him choose them.” He grinned, feeling his stomach flutter at the thought of you wearing something he chose.

“I love them.” You giggled, “We need to get those outside.” You held two bowls in your arms. You smirked at him before walking outside. Harry smiled to himself with a shake of his head before holding the other bowls in his arms and following you.

For the rest of the night, you noticed it; Harry trying to impress you and if not, he would be glancing at you. You caught him two times biting his lip before looking the other way with a dimpled smile once he noticed that you caught him. You looked at your phone’s clock, seeing it was 12 am.
You stood up, “Well, I gotta go. It’s midnight already and you guys know I’m not a fan of driving this late.” You looked at Jeff and Glenne.

“Aw, the night is just starting. We can give you a ride home.” Jeff said.

“Wait, Harry lives close to you.” Glenne said, “I’m sure he wouldn’t mind giving you a ride?” She looked at Harry with a sly grin, wiggling her eyebrows.

“I definitely wouldn’t.” He smiled, looking up at you.

“You looked from Jeff and Glenne to Harry before feigning a yawn, "It’s okay. I’m feeling sleepy anyway. Harry can enjoy the rest of the night.”

At this, Harry, too, yawned. “I might be getting a tad sleepy too. Come on. Goodnight, everyone.” Harry waved as he stood up, standing beside you. You looked at him in surprise before saying goodbye to everyone and walking towards the door with Harry following you.

With a smirk and a confident expression, you unlocked your car. “You’re coming with me, aren’t you?” Harry asked.

You opened your car door, getting inside. “Goodnight, Styles.” You closed the door, blew him a kiss before driving off, leaving a very flustered Harry behind.

Harry entered the house again, “She didn’t even give me her number.” He frowned to Jeff and Glenne.

“Y/N…” They both said in unison.

The next day, you woke up and was scrolling through your phone, tapping on the new follower request on instagram. Your eyes immediately fell on the light blue check mark before you saw his name; harrystyles.
With a smile and a giddy feeling, you accepted his request.
It was a total coincidence for Harry. He was checking to see if you had accepted his request, meeting your profile loading pictures instead. He smiled, scrolling through your posts.
he smiled when he saw a picture of you and and a puppy, wanting to scroll down but instead, he double tapped.

“Shit!” He checked when the picture was posted, his eyes widening when he saw that it was a year ago. “Shit! Fuck!” It was too late to unlike it now, if you had the notifications appearing in the newsfeed, he already had looked like a creep.
That night, as he was having a drink with Mitch, he held his phone, debating whether or not he should send you a direct message.
He did.

‘Hi :) x’

15 minutes later, you replied back.

‘Hi, you. :)’

Harry frowned at the lack of x’s. Maybe you just didn’t use them.

'I’ll be straightforward. I want to see you again. Is that fine? x’

You replied minutes later,

I might be busy this whole week’

Harry cursed under his breath,

'Next week? :) x’

You replied,

'Sure. :) x’

He smiled at the x.

'Here’s my number ***-****. Text me whenever you’re free. x’

He waited for a reply, supporting a frown when he didn’t receive one until he was in bed, ready to sleep.

'Will do. x’

The week couldn’t have been going any slower. Harry would watch all your instagram stories, smiling to himself or showing your selfie to whoever was beside him. But you didn’t text him and he was beginning to worry if you ever were going to. Not to brag but if any other girl, they’d be kissing right now yet here he is, not even having your number.

It was exactly 13 days after your instagram texts when he found an unknown number calling him. He answered, “Hello?”

“I’m free tonight. Are you?” You said just as he answered.

Harry’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion before he smiled, “Y/N?”
You hummed in confirmation. “Oh, yes, yes, I’m free. Uh, when?”

“7?”

He smiled, nodding to himself. “7 it is. Text me your address so I can pick you up.”

“Will do, Styles. Casual or dressy?” You asked.

“Casual.” He answered although he, for one, had no idea where was he taking you yet.

“Got it. See you later, Styles.” He could hear the smirk in your voice before you hung up. He fist bumped the air before rushing to his room, opening his closet while different places floated in his head.

I’m his favorite black chelsea boots, black wife legged pants that had floral design at the end of it and a red shirt tucked inside loosely with a few buttons undone, Harry drove towards your address, finding that you really lived close to him.
He walked towards your door, clearing his throat and straightened his shirt and pants before he rang the doorbell.

After the second ring, he was met with you; clad in an outfit similar to his only your black wide legged pants were plain and you had a blue shirt that was also loosely tucked inside, brown chelsea boots on your feet. You both looked at each other’s outfits before bursting out laughing.

“You stole my look!” You laughed, closing the door behind you.

“You definitely stole mine, love.” Harry laughed, shaking his head.

“Now we’re going to look like we’re matching.” You joked, walking beside him towards his car.

“We are.” He bumped his hip with yours with a smile before opening the door for you.

“So, where are you taking me?” You asked after buckling your seatbelt, looking at him.

“Should I keep it as a surprise?” Harry asked you, turning the ignition on.

You nodded excitedly, slumping in your seat.

He took you to a bowling alley where you crushed his ass then to a small pub owned by a family with karaoke.

You laughed as Harry’s cheeks were pink and his eyes glaring at you jokingly. “I’m never letting you choose me a song. How was I supposed to sing Despacito?”

You laughed, holding your stomach as you had tears in your eyes. “I recorded it!”

“No!”

Later that night, when Harry drove you home and walked you to your door, he stood with his hands in his pockets, looking down nervously. “I had fun tonight.” He said.

You smiled, “I mean, you were alright.” You joked.

Harry’s jaw dropped, eyes looking at you with worry, “You didn’t like it?”

“I’m just joking,” You giggled. You unlocked the door before standing against it.
“Does that mean I won a second date?” Harry smirked, taking closer steps towards you.

“Wait, tonight was a date?” You asked, almost laughing at Harry whose face fell. “Don’t go fainting on me now. I’m just joking, again.” You giggled.

Harry groaned but smiled, “Stop that.”

“But yes, you won yourself a second date,” You smiled before looking at him with a serious face, “Or did you?” and with that, you got inside, closing the door behind you as you were a giggling mess. You looked at Harry discreetly as he, again, looked flustered.

“She’s going to kill me.” Harry said once Glenne picked up the phone as he drove back home.

The next following days and weeks, you were getting pampered by Harry. When you woke up one day to a Gucci box on your doormat, attached to it an envelope, you were gobsmacked. Inside the box were a pair of customized Chelsea boots that had 3 little daisy flowers on each side, a card that said that they were customized just for you. When you teared open the envelope, you couldn’t contain the grin on your face.

'I saw daisies the other day and thought of you. Also thought of Chelsea boots (I always am). So this happened. I hope you like them. xx -Harry’

You rushed to call him, waiting impatiently for him to pick up. “Yellow?” He answered.

“You’re unbelievable.” You laughed.

“You got the gift?” Harry asked in a happy time.

“I did. But why? Why get me anything in the first place?”

“Because I want to. Also, figured they’d make you happy and guessing from this phone call, you are.” He replied.

“I am.” You giggled.

“Why don’t you put them on on your next date? Tomorrow? Breakfast? You, me, together.” He said nervously.

“I’d love to.” You smiled.

“Great! Wonderful! I’ll pick you up, text me the time, yeah?”

After you hung up and you squealed to yourself, you were already running towards your room to put your outfit together for the following day.
After falling asleep with a smile on both of your faces and getting ready, Harry stood inside your house as you put on your new boots.

“Ow did you even know my size?” You asked.

“Glenne.” Harry replied, opening the door for you and watching as you locked it behind you before you both walked towards his car.

“Of course.” You chuckled.
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After arriving to a coffee shop nearby, you and Harry sat down after having your drinks and donuts, beginning to talk about everything.

“So, you like traveling?” Harry asked.

“Love.” You corrected with a smile.

“Do you travel alone?”

You nodded, “Sometimes a friend or some join but I’m mostly alone when I do.”

“Doesn’t it get lonely sometimes?” Harry asked, fiddling with his straw.

You shrugged, “Sometimes it does.”

“Well maybe we should travel together.” Harry suggested with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

“Maybe we should.”

//

It was the after your fourth date that you and Harry finally kissed. It was the cliché moment of a kiss goodnight on your doorstep, teenage blushes and grins after you pulled away.
It was the sixth date when Harry asked you the question;

“Would you be my girlfriend?” He shouted over the music as you both stood in a local underground band’s concert.

You stopped midway dancing, a grin on your face as you looked at him. “What?” You shouted.

“I asked you,” He shouted, smiling down at you, “Would you be my girlfriend? Save me some energy?” He grinned teasingly.

You nodded, pressing your lips on his, his hands holding your waist tightly.

“Finally. You drove me crazy, woman.” He said against your lips before attaching your lips together again.

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I’m sorry for any typos, I’m on my phone and I’m sleepy and my phone’s screen is cracked lmao. Love you & hope you liked it! x

SWIMMING KIDS [M]

Genre: Smut

Kim Doyoung X Reader

Synopsis: In which you’re Taeyong’s sister who has a major crush in Doyoung.

Word Count: 4.458

Author Nother: So yeah, here I come again, at 2am, with more NCT smuts when I should be writting Ultraviolet series, but I hope you enjoy fratboy!Doyoung <3

I’m so sad I had to cut my baby Haechan from here, but I guess it’s for the best since we have alcohol involved.

This is dedicated to the greatest Doyoung stan I’ve ever know, @hinaporcelaindoll, love ya and sorry for taking too long.

Lee Taeyong’s sister was a freshman in the same university as her brother and his friends, and even before she went living in the greek system everybody knew she was trouble. Messing with her means you would have to deal with her jealous brother and his death glare, and Taeyong was a very respectful man around the campus.

Not that she cared about him when she saw Doyoung’s soft black strands and wide eyes for the first time.

The girl was pure sin. Walking around the green grass with her spring dress and lovable smile, nobody could even imagine she could bring someone close to the edge as she was about to do. She didn’t have nothing special, that could say she was different from the other girls, but those teasing eyes… they could set fire into one’s soul.

It was a family thing.

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Photo Shoot

Opening your eyes you felt around trying to find the warmth that normally consumed you. Instead of finding him you felt the empty side. Letting out a sigh you decided to get up and get breakfast. When you walked into the kitchen the glint of something caught your eye.

Walking over you looked down to find Harry’s face on the cover. Actually you found three different covers. Picking them all up you made your way to the living room. You remember him talking about the photo shoot but didn’t know it was published yet. You opened all three to find them the same, so you took one and began looking through it.

The photos were beautiful. Harry was very photogenic, although he hated taking them. He wanted to be the one behind the camera. However after his friend Matt passed, he lost interest. It’s been a difficult time for him lately. Photography used to be an escape, but now it was a reminder of how short life is.

Flipping through the magazine it was hard to choose a favorite picture, until you came upon the one of him lying in the field in huge sweater with a huge smile on his face. This was the Harry you were used to seeing. The one who was happy and wouldn’t let anything get to him. It’d been a long time since you’d seen him like that. You began to ache. If only he’d feel like this every day. You don’t mean to sound selfish but you wanted your Harry back. Not the one who only pretended to be happy, but was really in pain.

The photographs were amazing, however they couldn’t compare to the interviews and letter from Gemma. The letter from Gemma was first. If you’d known what she’d written you would have tried to prepare yourself for it.

After reading Gemma’s letter you had to set the magazine down to not get tears on it. You couldn’t fathom why you were so emotional, she’d told you those stories many times. But for some reason seeing them written down for the world to see hit you a thousand times harder. Now the world would have a glimpse into the Harry anyone close to him knew.

When the tears finally stop you pick up the magazine to see what else it had in store. Harry’s interview with Paul McCartney. Even though they weren’t face to face you knew Harry was probably a little nervous. He’s a very confident person but every once in a while he was self conscious. Most of the time it didn’t have to deal with other people, but just how he felt about himself. It didn’t happen very often,  it when it did, it took a great deal of persuading to convince him otherwise.  On a few occasions you had to reassure him that he didn’t need to change in anyway. He always wanted to tone his stomach because the ‘pudge just wouldn’t go away.’ You were thankful he wasn’t a self conscious person because being one yourself, you knew no one should experience that feeling. The interview seemed like it went smoothly and you hoped it did for Harry’s sake. He looked up to Paul and it would have been a shame it something had gone wrong.

Harry’s interview with Chelsea Handler was next. You expected it to be an amazing interview, but you had no idea that it would end up being your favorite interview that he would ever do.

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Julian Albert One Shot


Julian Albert One Shot: Imagine being Barry’s sister and even though Julian doesn’t like your brother he somehow falls in love with you.


Julian Albert x Reader


“I brought coffee and donuts” Chelsea announced as she entered the lab with two steaming cups of coffee and a box. She placed them on Julian’s desk and sighed disappointed at his empty chair.

-Looking for me?-she heard his brother’s voice speaking from his desk.

-You wish, dumbass-she laughed as she turned around to face him-Have you seen Julian?-

-Why do you want to see him?-he asked frowning. - -I have to speak with him about the last case, the judge has request the report-

-And you bring coffee and donuts?-he sighed-Chelsea…-

-I know, I know….you are going to give me the big bro speech now right?-

-Of course not!!I know you can take care of yourself, you have always been able to, since we were young, what I mean is that he is my co-worker and I hate him-

-I know Barry, but he is so hot and he has that superiority aura when he is talking and let’s not speak about his British accent-she sighed dreamily biting her lip-he turns me on-

Chelsea had been dating Julian three months now but she didn’t know how to tell his brother so she was trying to make him accept that she liked him. She preferred his brother to think that she only wanted to have sex with him, not that she had fallen in love.

-Chelsea that’s disgusting-he exclaimed with a disgusted face-And this is exactly why I don’t want you to talk to him-

-I don’t care what you think big brother, I like him and you aren’t stopping me from flirting with him-

-Flirting with who?-said a British voice from the door.

-Julian-Chelsea’s smile brightened when she greeted the blonde British man. -Chelsea, you are here for the report, am I wrong?-

-Exactly, the judge needs it-

-Here you have-he said as he handed it to her-Is that coffee?-

-Yes-she she shook her hair playfully as she approached his desk-I bought it for you and some donuts if you are hungry-

He smiled -Thank you Chelsea-

-So….how is everything going?-she sat at his desk and started a random conversation with him. She heard her brother groan behind her.

-Not bad actually but I’ve being having some problems with the latest cases, the meta humans are getting more complicated-

-I heard something at the office-she mumbled distracted.

-I cannot keep watching it anymore-Barry said as he left the lab.

-Finally-she sighed in relief and walked towards him and sat in his lap.

-I thought he would never leave-said Julian before kissing her.

She wrapped her arms around his neck-I love my brother but sometimes he is like a child-

-I hate him, I can’t see any similarities between you two-

-I can’t neither-she said as she started playing with the buttons of his shirt.

Not here darling, your brother could come in any moment-he smirked and kissed her slowly.

-I don’t care-she whispered against his skin, kissing his neck.

-NO WAY-Barry’s voice screamed from the door.

-Barry!!-she exclaimed

-Allen!!-Julian said

-I should have known-he hissed-How long has been this going on?-

-Three months-Chelsea slowly started to get up from her spot in Julian’s lap

-And you didn’t tell me-

-I wanted to! But I know you hate Julian…- -She didn’t want you to get mad at her- Julian explained.

-Shut up, Albert. You were snogging MY little sister in MY lab. No one asked your opinion- Barry looked like he was going to hit Julian.

-Don’t you dare talk to him like that Barry!!-Chelsea went forward his brother and confronted him even though he was taller.-It was my fault, I was the one who started flirting with him.I met him the first time I came to talk about the case. We talked about politics and your incompetence at work. I liked him since that. The next day I came, he asked me to take a drink, and this is how all started-she explained his brother.

While she explained it Julian had placed his arm around her waist.-I knew I loved her since I first saw her, she was so independent and strong minded, she wasn’t scared to say her opinion. Not to mention how sexy she is-he smiled lovingly and kissed her cheek-She walked through the door like she owned the whole world-

Barry sighed, he knew he couldn’t go against his sister desires, she always got what she wanted since she was a child.

-I actually understand it-he started slowly-My sister has dated more boys than I can remember, many different kinds of boys but all of them were gits. At least you are a git with money-

-Barry!!-she laughed-you should really try to get to know him, he is amazing when he isn’t rambling about how perfect he is-

-I’ll take it as a compliment-said Julian with his cute British accent while he crossed his arms.

-I love you dork-she laughed and kissed him.

He immediately put his arms around her waist and kissed her back.

-Puag-Barry said with a disgusting face-I think I’m gonna go and let you two enjoy..whatever you want to do-

He stopped at the door-Take care of her, Albert-

-Don’t worry, Allen. I don’t intend to lose her-

Let’s Go Crazy Challenge!

I can’t even believe that 1000 of you are actually following me! Thank you so much!! You are all so amazing!

I’ve been planning this crazy challenge for awhile but wanted to save it for a special occasion. Most know that I absolutely love Prince so I wanted to do a challenge using his songs. It’s a pretty straight forever challenge. Have fun. Write what YOU want. Go crazy!

  • Pick a song from the list.
  • Pick one of the prompts provided. I’m only selecting a few and realize that some may go after the same ones, but I think that’ll make it interesting later. I know that no two stories will be the same
  • Send me an ask with your song, prompt, character, fandom, ship, whatever information you think I need.
  • When you post, please use the tags #chelsea celebrates 1000! and #let’s go crazy challenge

ALL FANDOMS ARE WELCOME!!! CHARACTERS OR ACTORS!!!

ALL SHIPS ARE WELCOME!!!

ORIGINAL CHARACTERS ARE WELCOME!!

ANYTHING GOES!! GO CRAZY!!

I only ask that you make sure any triggers/warnings are listed. I don’t consider ships ‘warnings’ but please make sure that you have the ship somewhere in the A/Ns or the summary so readers know what to expect. Angst, fluff, smut…anything goes! Just make sure we know what we’re going to read

One shots or series are welcome. Please send me in the masterlist for the series.

Have fun! Don’t stress yourself out! If you need an extension, just ask. If something happens and you can’t get the story in, no problem!

Due date is August 15. Yes. Four months. I’ll post reminders every couple of weeks.


Here are the songs. Yes, there are really that many to choose from. Some are songs written for other artists. Some were not released on albums but recordings are/have been available.

  • 17 Days
  • 1999
  • 200 Balloons
  • 3 Chains O’ Gold 
  • 4 The Tears In Your Eyes
  • 5 Women +
  • A Million Days
  • Adore
  • All The Critics Love U In New York
  • All The Midnights In The World
  • Alphabet St. 
  • America
  • And God Created Woman
  • Annie Christian
  • Another Lonely Christmas
  • Anotherloverholenyohead
  • Around The World In A Day
  • Arrogance
  • Automatic
  • Baby
  • Baby I’m A Star
  • Ballad Of Dorothy Parker
  • Bambi
  • Batdance
  • Better Than You Think 
  • Blue Light 
  • Call My Name
  • Can’t Stop This Feeling I Got
  • Chaos And Disorder
  • Chelsea Rodgers
  • Christopher Tracy’s Parade
  • Cinnamon Girl
  • Come
  • Computer Blue
  • Condition Of The Heart
  • Controversy
  • Crazy You
  • Cream 
  • D.M.S.R.
  • Daddy Pop
  • Damn U 
  • Dance to the Music of the World 
  • Dark
  • Darling Nikki
  • Dear Mr. Man
  • Delirious
  • Diamonds and Pearls 
  • Dig U Better Dead
  • Dinner With Delores
  • Dirty Mind
  • Do It All Night
  • Do Me Baby
  • Do U Lie?
  • Electric Chair
  • Elephants & Flowers
  • Erotic City
  • Escape
  • Extraordinary
  • Feel U Up
  • For You
  • Forever In My Life
  • Free
  • Future Baby Mama
  • Games
  • Gett Off
  • Girl
  • Girls & Boys
  • God
  • Gotta Broken Heart Again
  • Gotta Stop (Messin’ About)
  • Graffiti Bridge
  • Guitar
  • Had U
  • Head
  • Hello
  • Horny Toad
  • Hot Thing
  • Housequake
  • How Come U Don’t Call Me Anymore
  • I Could Never Take The Place Of Your Man 
  • I Feel For You
  • I Like It There
  • I Love U In Me
  • I Rock Therefore I Am
  • I Wanna Be Your Lover 
  • I Wanna Melt With U 
  • I Will
  • I Wonder U
  • I Would Die 4 U 
  • I’ll Always Love You
  • I’m Yours
  • If Eye Was The Man In Ur Life
  • If I Was Your Girlfriend
  • If We Don’t
  • If You Feel Like Dancin’
  • If You See Me
  • Illusion Coma Pimp & Circumstance
  • In Love
  • Insatiable
  • International Lover
  • Into The Light
  • Irrestistible Bitch
  • It
  • It’s About That Walk
  • It’s Gonna Be A Beautiful Night
  • It’s Gonna Be Lovely
  • Jack U Off
  • Joy In Repetition
  • Jughead
  • Just Another Sucker
  • Just As Long As We’re Together
  • Kiss 
  • La La La He Hee
  • Lady Cab Driver
  • Lemon Crush
  • Let’s Go Crazy
  • Let’s Pretend We’re Married
  • Let’s Work
  • Letitgo
  • Life ‘O’ The Party
  • Life Can Be So Nice
  • Lion Of Judah
  • Little Red Corvette
  • Live 4 Love
  • Loose!
  • Love 2 The 9's 
  • Love Love Love
  • Love Machine 
  • Lovin’ Cup
  • Melody Cool 
  • Money Don’t Matter 2 Night
  • Mountains
  • Mr. Goodnight
  • Musicology
  • My Little Pill
  • My Love Is Forever
  • My Name Is Prince 
  • New Position
  • New Power Generation 
  • Nothing Compares 2 U 
  • Old Friends 4 Sale
  • On The Couch
  • One Man Jam
  • Orgasm
  • Paisley Park
  • Papa
  • Partyman
  • Partyup
  • Peach 
  • Pheromone
  • Pink Cashmere 
  • Planet Earth
  • Play In The Sunshine
  • Pop Life
  • Pope
  • Power Fantasic
  • Private Joy
  • Purple Rain
  • Push
  • Race
  • Raspberry Beret 
  • Reflection
  • Release It - The Time
  • Resolution
  • Right And Wrong
  • Ronnie Talk To Russia
  • Round & Round 
  • Sarah
  • Scandalous
  • Scarlet Pussy 
  • Segue
  • Sexuality
  • Sexy Dancer
  • Sexy M.F. 
  • Shake! 
  • She Spoke 2 Me
  • She’s Always In My Hair
  • Shockadelica
  • Sign “O” the times
  • Sister
  • Slow Love
  • So Blue
  • Soft And Wet
  • Solo
  • Something In The Water (Does Not Compute)
  • Sometimes It Snows In April
  • Somewhere Here On Earth
  • Space
  • Starfish and Coffee
  • Still Waiting
  • Still Would Stand All Time
  • Strange Relationship
  • Strollin’
  • Sweet Baby
  • Take Me With U
  • Tamborine
  • Temptation
  • The Arms Of Orion
  • The Beautiful Ones
  • The Continental
  • The Cross
  • The Flow 
  • The Future
  • The Ladder
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  • A cold breeze drifted through the splintered door hanging loosely from its frame.
  • “If there was any way I could have prevented this, I would have done it.”
  • Your guardian angel hates you but still has to their job…technically…
  • “They are afraid of me. I don’t blame them. I am afraid of myself too.”
  • “Correct me if I’m wrong, but you didn’t have wings yesterday, right?”
  • “Silly girl, do you think I actually loved you?”
  • Last night, the sun didn’t set. It fell.
  • You stumble across an article online detailing a brutal murder. There are pictures of the victim. It’s you.
  • All he heard was the snick of a lighter.
  • “You have twice my charisma but none of my skill.”
  • “How long have you been standing there?” “Longer than you’d like.”
  • “I am way too sober for this.”
  • “Hold on, you died!” “Yeah, well it didn’t stick.”
  • “What kind of care package is this?”
  • “I’d agree with you but then we’d both be wrong”
  • She added a charm to her bracelet for every life she took
  • He knew he was home when his lips touched hers.
  • She had a particular way with clouds.
  • Their hands meet reaching for the same book
  • I was just kind of hoping you’d. you know, fall in love with me.
  • “Take my hand.” “Why?” “I’m trying to ask you to marry me so take my damn hand.”
  • His/Her world changed on a Tuesday afternoon
  • “I don’t care where I’m sleeping as long as it’s with you.”
  • This was not what she was expecting when he invited her to a picnic in the park.
  • With one look in his eyes, she told herself, “This is going to hurt when it’s over”
  • She hated blind dates but little did she know this would be her last.
  • “Forget him and the little world he lives in”
  • Seeking shelter from the storm, they made their first mistake.
  • She hated everything about him.
  • Their eyes met. Suddenly they were alone in the crowd.

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Keep Holding On:Moving On

Originally posted by frozen-delight

This is the sixth and final part of a series which is written for @sdavid09​​ TaleTeller’s Winter Writing Days Challenge. I had to have a winter theme and set it in a Mechanic AU with the song Keep Holding On-Avril Lavigne.

Characters: Y/n, Dean, OC Chelsea, Lisa, Amara, John, Mary, OC Lexie, OC Matt

Pairing: Dean x Y/n (MALE READER)

Warnings: Angst, sadness, accusations of cheating, sadness, crying, fluff, happiness, implied smut…

Word Count: 3205

Summary: Dean realizes he needs to tell Y/n the truth about what happened with him and Lisa. But when he gets home, he realizes his secret might not be a secret.

A/N: FINAL PART of this series. I fucking love this series!!! I love AU apparently!! I don’t know if u think there’s enough of the AU and stuff, but I hope u think this fit in with ur challenge @sdavid09​​​ and is what u wanted. I shall miss this series a lot. I love it. Hope u all like it!!!.

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It had been two days since he left the house. 

Two days since he saw y/n. His kids. 

Two days since it happened.

He felt sick to his stomach.

Her lips were slimy, the lip gloss tasting toxic to him, her perfume burning his nose, her hair feeling like sharp knives on his face.

Nothing about her was right.

She was a different. 

Unfamiliar. 

Vile. 

She wasn’t y/n.

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SENSATES » Will/Hannibal fanmix for THIS FANFIC » LISTEN ON 8TRACKS

Songs:

01. Mess is Mine, Vance Joy | Hold on, darling, this body is yours, this body is yours and mine. Well hold on, my darling, this mess was yours, now your mess is mine.

02. Wilder Mind, Mumford & Sons | It’s in my blood, it’s in my water, you try to tame me, tame me from the start. When the din is in your eye, flash your flesh, desperate for a need to rise (…) You can be every little thing you want nobody to know.

03. Fire Meet Gasoline, Sia | It’s dangerous to fall in love, but I want to burn with you tonight. (…) So come on now, strike the match, strike the match now, we’re a perfect match, perfect somehow, we were meant for one another.

04. Glory, Radical Face | I was born when they took my name, when the world turned wicked, when I joined their game. (…) I sat and dreamed at the foot of your bed. You split my skull and reached inside my head and pulled out the pictures I’d been wishing I’d forget. And you stitched me up then and wiped the blood from off my chin.

05. I Will Possess Your Heart, Death Cab for Cutie | How I wish you could see the potential, the potential of you and me. It’s like a book elegantly bound, but in a language that you can’t read just yetYou gotta spend some time, love. You gotta spend some time with me and I know that you’ll find love. I will possess your heart.

06. Hurt, Johnny Cash | I hurt myself today to see if I still feel. I focus on the pain, the only thing that’s real.

07. Human, Of Monsters and Men | Cage me like an animal, a crown with gems and gold. Eat me like a cannibal, chase the neon throne. Breathe in, breathe out, let the human in. The air is silk, shadows form a grin, if I lose control I feed the beast within.

08. No Light No Light, Florence + The Machine | You are the hole in my head, you are the space in my bed, you are the silence in between, what I thought and what I said. You are the night time fear, you are the morning when it’s clear, when it’s over you’re the start. You’re my head, you’re my heart, and I’d do anything to make you stay.

09. Can’t Help Falling in Love, Haley Reinhart (Elvis Presley cover) | Like a river flows surely to the sea, darling so it goes. Some things are meant to be. Take my hand, take my whole life too, for I can’t help falling in love with you.

10. My Body is a Cage, Arcade Fire | My body is a cage that keeps me from dancing with the one I love. (…) You’re standing next to me, my mind holds the key.

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Right before I left for college, I was running my high school. Feel it. I knew where to park, I knew where to get the best chicken-cutlet sandwich, I knew which custodians had pot. People knew me. They liked me. I was an athlete and a good friend. I felt pretty, I felt funny, I felt sane. Then I got to college in Maryland. My school was voted number one … for the hottest freshman girls in Playboy that year. And not because of me. All of a sudden, being witty and charismatic didn’t mean shit. Day after day, I could feel the confidence drain from my body. I was not what these guys wanted. They wanted thinner, blonder, dumber … My sassy one-liners were only working on the cafeteria employees, who I was visiting all too frequently, tacking on not the Freshman 15, but the 30, in record-breaking time, which led my mother to make comments over winter break like, “You look healthy!” I was getting no male attention, and I’m embarrassed to say, it was killing me.
But one guy paid me some attention — Matt. Matt was six feet tall, he looked like a grown-up von Trapp child, and he was five years older than me. What?! An older boy, paying attention to me? I must be okay. Uff. I made him laugh in our bio lab, and I could tell a couple times that we had a vibe. He was a super senior, which is a sexy way of saying “should have graduated, but needed an extra year.” He barely spoke, which was perfect for all the projecting I had planned for him. We grew up in the same town, and getting attention from him felt like success. When I would see him on campus, my heart would race, and I would smile as he passed. I’d look in the mirror and see all the blood rise to my face. I’d spend time analyzing the interaction, and planning my outfit for the next time I saw him. I wanted him to call. He never called. But then finally, he called.
It was 8 a.m., my dorm room phone rang. “Amy, wassup? It’s Matt. Come over.” Holy shit! This is it, I thought. He woke up thinking about me! He realized we’re meant to start a life together! Let’s just stop all this pretending that we weren’t free just to love one another! I wondered, would we raise our kids in the town we both grew up in, or has he taken a liking to Baltimore? I don’t care. I’ll settle wherever he’s most comfortable. Will he want to raise our kids Jewish? Who cares? I shaved my legs in the sink, I splashed some water under my armpits, and my randomly assigned Albanian roommate stared at me from under her sheets as I rushed around our shitty dorm room. I ran right over to his place, ready for our day together. What would we do? It’s still early enough, maybe we’re going fishing? Or maybe his mom’s in town, and he wanted me to join them for breakfast. Knock-knock. Is he going to carry me over the threshold? I bet he’s fixing his hair and telling his mom, “Be cool, this may be the one!” I’ll be very sweet with her, but assert myself, so she doesn’t think she’s completely in charge of all the holiday dinners we’re going to plan together. I’ll call her by her first name, too, so she knows she can’t mess with me. “Rita! I’m going to make the green bean casserole this year, and that’s that!” Knock-knock. Ring ring. Where is he?
Finally, the door opens. It’s Matt, but not really. He’s there, but not really. His face is kind of distorted, and his eyes seem like he can’t focus on me. He’s actually trying to see me from the side, like a shark. “Hey!” he yells, too loud, and gives me a hug, too hard. He’s fucking wasted. I’m not the first person he thought of that morning. I’m the last person he called that night. I wonder, how many girls didn’t answer before he got to fat freshman me? Am I in his phone as Schumer? Probably. But I was here, and I wanted to be held and touched and felt desired, despite everything. I wanted to be with him. I imagined us on campus together, holding hands, proving, “Look! I am lovable! And this cool older guy likes me!” I can’t be the troll doll I’m afraid I’ve become.
He put on some music, and we got in bed. As that sexy maneuver where the guy pushes you on the bed, you know, like, “I’m taking the wheel on this one. Now I’m going to blow your mind,” which is almost never followed up with anything. He smelled like skunk microwaved with cheeseburgers, which I planned on finding and eating in the bathroom, as soon as he was asleep. We tried kissing. His 9 a.m. shadow was scratching my face — I knew it’d look like I had fruit-punch mouth for days after. His alcohol-swollen mouth, I felt like I was being tongued by someone who had just been given Novocain. I felt faceless, and nameless. I was just a warm body, and I was freezing cold. His fingers poked inside me like they had lost their keys in there. And then came the sex, and I use that word very loosely. His penis was so soft, it felt like one of those de-stress things that slips from your hand? So he was pushing aggressively into my thigh, and during this failed penetration, I looked around the room to try and distract myself or God willing, disassociate. What’s on the wall? A Scarface poster, of course. Mandatory. Anything else? That’s it? This Irish-Catholic son of bank teller who played JV soccer and did Mathletes feels the most connection with a Cuban refugee drug lord. The place looked like it was decorated by an overeager set designer who took the note “temporary and without substance” too far.
He started to go down on me. That’s ambitious, I think. Is it still considered getting head if the guy falls asleep every three seconds and moves his tongue like an elderly person eating their last oatmeal? Chelsea? Is it? Yes? It is. I want to scream for myself, “Get out of here, Amy. You are beautiful, you are smart, and worth more than this. This is not where you stay.” I feel like Fantine and Cosette and every fucking sad French woman from Les Miz. And whoever that cat was who sang “Memories,” what was that musical? Suze Orman just goes, “Cats.” The only wetness between my legs is from his drool, because he’s now sleeping and snoring into me. I sigh, I hear my own heartbreak, I fight back my own tears, and then I notice a change in the music. Is this just a bagpipe solo? I shake him awake. “Matt, what is this? The Braveheart soundtrack? Can you put something else on, please?” He wakes up grumpily, falls to the floor, and crawls. I look at his exposed butt crack, a dark, unkempt abyss that I was falling into. I felt paralyzed. His asshole is a canyon, and this was my 127 Hours. I might chew my arm off.
I could feel I was losing myself to this girl in this bed. He stood up and put a new CD on. “Darling, you send me, I know you send me, honest, you do …” I’m thinking, “What is this?” He crawled back into bed, and tried to mash at this point his third ball into my vagina. On his fourth thrust, he gave up and fell asleep on my breast. His head was heavy and his breath was so sour, I had to turn my head so my eyes didn’t water. But they were watering anyway, because of this song. Who is this? This is so beautiful. I’ve never heard these songs before. They’re gutting me. The score attached to our morning couldn’t have been more off. His sloppy, tentative lovemaking was certainly not in the spirit of William Wallace. And now the most beautiful love songs I’ve ever heard play out as this man-boy laid in my arms, after diminishing me to a last-minute booty call. I listened to the songs and I cried. I was looking down at myself from the ceiling fan. What happened to this girl? How did she get here? I felt the fan on my skin and I went, “Oh, wait! I am this girl! We got to get me out of here!” I became my own fairy godmother. I waited until the last perfect note floated out, and escaped from under him and out the door. I never heard from Matt again, but felt only grateful for being introduced to my new self, a girl who got her value from within her. I’m also grateful to Matt for introducing me to my love Sam Cooke, who I’m still with today.
Now I feel strong and beautiful. I walk proudly down the streets of Manhattan. The people I love, love me. I make the funniest people in the country laugh, and they are my friends. I am a great friend and an even better sister. I have fought my way through harsh criticism and death threats for speaking my mind. I am alive, like the strong women in this room before me. I am a hot-blooded fighter and I am fearless. But I did morning radio last week, and a DJ asked, “Have you gained weight? You seem chunkier to me. You should strike while the iron is hot, Amy.” And it’s all gone. In an instant, it’s all stripped away. I wrote an article for Men’s Health and was so proud, until I saw instead of using my photo, they used one of a 16-year-old model wearing a clown nose, to show that she’s hilarious. But those are my words. What about who I am, and what I have to say? I can be reduced to that lost college freshman so quickly sometimes, I want to quit. Not performing, but being a woman altogether. I want to throw my hands in the air, after reading a mean Twitter comment, and say, “All right! You got it. You figured me out. I’m not pretty. I’m not thin. I do not deserve to use my voice. I’ll start wearing a burqa and start waiting tables at a pancake house. All my self-worth is based on what you can see.” But then I think, Fuck that. I am not laying in that freshman year bed anymore ever again. I am a woman with thoughts and questions and shit to say. I say if I’m beautiful. I say if I’m strong. You will not determine my story — I will. I will speak and share and fuck and love and I will never apologize to the frightened millions who resent that they never had it in them to do it. I stand here and I am amazing, for you. Not because of you. I am not who I sleep with. I am not my weight. I am not my mother. I am myself. And I am all of you, and I thank you.
—  Amy Schumer
Acquainted

→Sebastian Stan x Y/N

→ Word Count: 840

→ Summary: A Broadway actress tests her luck with the film industry in The Martian. Opening night in Downtown L.A. has finally arrived and focusing on the premiere was a little difficult due to a certain someone. 

+summary sounds hella boring but i think this will be a good one. its short but I’m just getting my feet wet (also just some Y/N character development). I hope you enjoy the first part of Acquainted! 

+fluff? idk not really though 

Part I Part II

Acquainted;

to say that we’re in love is dangerous / but, girl, I’m so glad we’re acquainted 

 "So, Y/N, after working on your first film, do you prefer acting on a stage or in front of a camera?“ The darling interviewer asked the glowing goddess of an actress in front of him. 

 Y/N smiled, “Well Mario, I must say there’s nothing like the thrill of acting before hundreds of people. The post show jitters are indescribable. The theater is and always will be my home. Don’t get me wrong, I would do another film or a TV show in a heartbeat if I’m given the chance but there is seriously no compare to live theater for me.” Y/N couldn’t stop glancing at Mario Lopez’s dimples the whole time she was answering his question. Hot damn, this boy hasn’t aged at all since his days on Saved By The Bell. She was lost in thought until Mario placed a warm hand on her shoulder and said ‘thank you’. Time to move on, Y/N.

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David Luiz Long Imagine -; [I'd like one that was like David has a long time girlfriend and takes her to a party with the other Chelsea players (Torres, Oscar etc) and gets jealous of her giving them all the attention, so when they get home he proves to her that she is his. The girlfriend can be called Rebecca pleaaaase thank you]

“C’mon go with me just this once"
“You know I don’t like parties David!” I explain whilst picking at my nails to distract myself.
“Please Becca it’s just this one party everyone else is going and you don’t have to stay long.” He begs placing his hands on my cheeks forcing me to make eye contact. He begins to pout in a dramatic plea and I know I am convinced.
“Okay okay alright I’ll go but just this once” I put my hands up as a sign of defeat and he smiles a breathtakingly beautiful smile which in turn makes me smile.
“Thank you baby” he mutters in my ear whilst hugging me tightly.
“Now go away and let me change” I say playfully and he quickly departs from my room allowing me to put on some party clothes.
Seeing as I’m not a party goer I don’t really have a choice when it comes to what to wear so I manage to find a dress right at the back of my wardrobe that I wore about a year ago.
I quickly remove the t-shirt and shorts that I have on and I just about manage to squeeze into the dress.
I put my hair straighteners in the plug and get to work on my face. When I finish putting on my mascara, blush and winged eyeliner I begin to straighten my hair. After about an hour I am almost done and just in time it seems because I can hear David yelling at me to hurry up from downstairs. I quickly reapply my deep red lipstick and put on my heels which match my dress and make my way downstairs.
“Finally! I thought I was going to die before you got ready. What took you s-” David begins to complain before his eyes rake up and down my body and I hear his sharp intake of breath and my subconscious gives a knowing smirk.
“You look beautiful sweetheart” he mutters in my ear once I’ve made my way downstairs placing his hand on the small of my back and I give him a small ‘thank you’ smile.
After what seems like ages we finally pull up to a huge three storey house that looks very modern and like it was pulled straight from the movies. My eyes widen at the amount of people that are here and I gulp.
“I thought you said this would be a small party” I remind David and he takes my hand and pulls me into the large hubbub of people choosing to ignore my question.
I huff and follow him into the house. He high fives and hugs a lot of his friends that I think I’ve met once or twice before but not enough to know their names. They all give me a polite wave and carry on chattering with David. After about ten minutes I get bored of standing next to David doing nothing so I think to myself seeing as this is the first party I’ve been to in ages I might as well explore. I excuse myself from David and make my way around the huge living room and notice the art on the walls. Whoever lives here must be really rich I think to myself before I hear my name being called a couple of times by different voices.
“Becca”
“Rebecca”
“Becca”
I turn around seeing as my name is being chorused and I am met by three happy smiling faces all with drinks in their hands. Fernando, Oscar and Frank. I recognize the familiar faces and move towards them whilst smiling and waving to show I had seen them. 
“Heya darling ! We haven’t seen you in ages” Fernando says moving to kiss my cheek. 
I begin to blush as Oscar wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me into a hug whilst muttering into my hair “where has David been keeping you hidden” before swiftly bending down to kiss my cheek. I feel a little weird being given all this attention but I don’t say anything because I don’t want to make it awkward. I giggle at Oscars sweet words as Frank compliments my outfit for the night.
“It looks very classy” he says smiling at me and I begin to blush again. Damn all these boys and their compliments.
“Thank you” I reply politely and we begin to chatter, catching up with each other. There’s a lot to talk about seeing as I haven’t seen David’s closest friends since around 3 months ago. 
After about an hour of talking and laughing with the Chelsea boys I begin get a bit restless and excuse myself from the them to go in search of David.
“I’ll come and help you” Oscar offers kindly and I take him up on his offer as I don’t want to get lost in this gigantic mansion. 
We begin our search downstairs but to no avail. David seemed to have disappeared but where would he go? Before I can really think Oscars deep voice interrupts my train of thought.
“Would you like a drink? 
“Alright then” I reply and he gives me a brief smile before going towards the table filled with alcohol. I know I shouldn’t drink but this is my first party in a long time so I want to make the most of it. Oscar quickly returns with a cup of cold vodka and I thank him.
“Let’s check for him upstairs” Oscar says placing his hand into mine and pulling me towards the staircase. I begin to panic. I know Oscar is just being friendly but David is quite the jealous type and I have a feeling he wouldn’t be happy with this. I ignore the part of me that tells me this is a bad idea and just go along with it. We reach the top of the stairs and Oscar finally releases my hand and I breathe a small sigh of relief. We split up and check all the rooms which takes a long time but David is nowhere to be found. I find an empty room with a huge bed in the middle and sit at the edge of the bed. My head is becoming a little fuzzy and a small headache is beginning to form. 
“Becca?” I hear Oscar call and I yell ‘in here’ so he knows where I am. He quickly joins me next to the bed and takes his hand in mine again.
“You couldn’t find him?” I ask timidly and he shakes his head ‘no’
I pull my hand out of his and attempt stand up. My legs wobble and my head begins to pound and I can just about make out Oscar quickly standing up and placing his large hands around my waist to steady me.
“Careful clumsy” Oscar smirks moving closer towards me. I retreat with every step he takes until I feel my back against the cold wall. I am cornered.
“So how long have you and David been dating” Oscar asks raising an eyebrow.
“Uhm .. a year or so?” I state but it sounds more like a question. 
“Wow you’ve been dating a whole year and David ditches you at a party? Dick move. If I was him I would never let you out of my sight” he says as my eyes widen and my breathing becomes erratic and his words. 
“He hasn’t ditched me. I’m sure he’s just in the toilet or something..” I mumble.
“For this long?” He questions closing the little space between us. His sweet breath is fanning my face and although I am a little drunk I am sober enough to know that this isn’t going to have a good outcome. 
“Oscar this isn’t a good idea” I place my small hands on his chest and he puts his left hand on my upper arm and his right hand on my cheek. 
“Nobody has to know” he says before moving his head closer to mine and closing his eyes.
I am holding my breath and thinking what to do when I hear the door handle being opened. I silently thank God that someone has come to save me from this situation but all the colour soon drains from my face when I realize my hero is in fact David. I curse under my breath and his eyes widen in shock as he takes in the scene in front of him before I see a flash of fear which then turns to anger in his eyes.
“What the fuck is this?” He hisses making his way over to us. My head begins to spin and I am speechless for once.
He moves towards Oscar and although he’s the one that got me into this mess I am afraid for him. I know David could easily do some damage as he is a lot stronger than Oscar and he doesn’t need this all over the press tomorrow morning so I try my hardest to prevent a bloody battle from occurring. David shoves him very hard and he stumbles. I quickly move in between them whilst placing my hands on David’s torso and trying to stop him from swinging at him. 
“David leave him alone he was just helping me” I say and I am surprised I managed to say a complete sentence without breaking down in tears which is exactly what I want to do right now.
“Helping you? Helping you!?” David scowls at me, fury emanating from every pore and I know he is ready to explode.
“Helping you what? Cheat on me?” He questions angrily running his hands through his hair.
“Oscar leave please this is between us” I tell him and he nods apologizing.
“David you’re getting angry over nothing. Nothing happened he was merely helping me find you seeing as you pulled a disappearing act.” I explain breathing heavily.
“I pulled a disappearing act? No that was you. You left me as soon as we walked in and then I left to go and find you but once I saw you were giggling away and having fun with my supposed best friends I decided to leave you to it.” 
I begin to open my mouth and say something before closing it again because I can tell from David’s expression he’s not done.
“Then I get distracted by my friend who I haven’t seen in two years and we stop for a chat. Once I’ve finished I come in search of you again because I know you dislike parties and I wanted to get you out of here. But then I walk in on you and Oscar about to kiss … Am I not enough for you anymore?” He finishes sadly his eyes still blazing with anger.
“That’s just it. He almost kissed me. I didn’t almost kiss him back because I love you. Why would I want any other guy when I have you?” I say moving towards him.
He grabs my arms twisting me around abruptly pushing me up against the wall. He grabs my face between his hands, forcing me to look up into his ardent determined eyes. I gasp, and his mouth swoops down. He’s kissing me, violently. Briefly our teeth clash, then his tongue is in my mouth. Desire ignites throughout my body, and I’m kissing him back, matching his pace, my hands knotting in his flawless curls, pulling it, hard. He groans, a low sexy sound in the back of his throat that vibrates through me.
“You. Are. Mine,” he snarls, emphasizing each word. He pushes away from me and bends, hands on his knees as if he’s run a marathon. “For the love of God, Becca.”
I lean against the wall, panting, trying to control the reaction my body has to him and only him.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper once my breath has returned.
“I’m sorry too. For overreacting. I know nothing happened and I trust you. Don’t ever scare me like that again I thought I had lost you.” He says and he pulls me into a hug.
“I love you so much David you will never lose me I can promise you that” I reply looking up at him.
“I love you too. More than you’ll know.” He murmurs against my head and I can feel his smile and I know we’re okay again.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BAMBI!

For painfullymediocre - a little BikeMessenger!Harry and Architect!Draco for you - because apparently, there is nothing my brain won’t turn into Drarry if given half a chance.  I hope you have a wonderful day darling, big hugs xxx

Pic set by me, I don’t own the images.  Featuring Marlon Teixeira as Harry and Clark Bockelman as Draco.  

Some bad language.  No smut.  2.8K words. 

Fast-Track

  Harry was having one of those days.  One of those days where he couldn’t seem to stop griping about the fact he had a university degree, that he was very talented in numerous fields, but owing to an infuriating need to pay his bills on time, had agreed to a job as a bloody bike messenger.  

  Not there was anything wrong with being a bike messenger.  There were days when he loved whizzing around London, priding himself of delivering packages on time or even early.  He liked the ones marked ‘Fragile!’ the best, he saw it as a challenge and had never once been responsible for any breakages.  

  But the downside to a job like this was it also gave you a lot of time to think, and Harry was thinking too much today.  About how his friends all had proper careers, were getting married, hell, Ron and Hermione were even expecting their first baby.  And here Harry was, in a menial job, single, living in an attic flat so small he could barely stand up straight in the middle of it.  

  He sighed and swung his bike around in the busy street, hoping off to manoeuvre it between parked cars and trot up to the few steps to the four story town house listed on his delivery form, hoisting his backpack around to fish the jiffy envelope out before ringing the doorbell.  This was a whole house.  Even if it was split into flats per floor – per room – Harry could never afford a place like this.  He told himself he wouldn’t even want to live in Chelsea anyway, it was full of people with more money than sense, but he still struggled to put on a smile as the door finally opened.

  “Jam Pony Messenger!” he said cheerfully as a wizened old codger in his eighties scowled down at him.  He had a maroon, velvet dressing gown on that Harry thought belonged in a Dickensian novel and a genuine pipe clamped between his teeth.  

  “You’re late,” he grumbled, snatching up the parcel from Harry’s hand.  Harry gritted his teeth and willed himself to keep smiling.

  “I’m sorry about that sir,” he said, despite the fact he was well within the allocated delivery slot.  Some people just made themselves feel better by acting like douche-bags to the help, and those people would probably die alone Harry assured himself.  Alone in their grandiose mansions, but alone none the less.  

  He held out his tablet for the man with a stylo.  “If I could just get your signature…”

  “New-fangled codswallop,” the man muttered, pulling his glasses out of his top pocket and inspecting the tablet dubiously, like it might explode.  As Harry held it out for him, he caught a handsome man leaving the building next door out of the corner of his eye.  He was tall and so blond his hair was almost white, and he wore a harangued look on his face as he stopped at the bottom of the short flight of stone steps, buttoned his suit jacket and rested his briefcase by his feet. He was talking very fast to someone on the other end of the mobile phone pinched between his ear and his shoulder, obviously late for a meeting or something.  Harry didn’t want to eavesdrop too obviously, so returned his full attention back to his customer who was finally scribbling on the screen with a trembling hand.

  “Great,” said Harry brightly as he handed the stylo back.  “Have a nice-” The door slammed in his face.  “Day.  Wanker,” he hissed under his breath and shook his head.  This day really sucked.  At least, he soothed himself as he turned back around to fetch his bike, he’d been able to spy a bit of man-candy.

   The blond was still talking on the phone.  “What do you mean they’ve cancelled!” he bemoaned, taking the phone back in his left hand and looking at his flashy watch on the other. “I was up all night working on those plans!”  He listened for a bit to the other end of the phone as Harry threw his leg over the bike frame and readjusted his helmet, hoping he didn’t look too dorky.  Not that the guy was paying him much attention, but Harry liked to think he maybe thought he was okay looking too.  If he was gay.  There was always a chance he wasn’t, but Harry was normally pretty spot-on guessing who was eligible for a good flirt, and this guy definitely checked all the boxes.  

  Harry brought up his schedule on his tablet as the guy huffed and rubbed his eyes with his free hand.  “I guess,” he sighed, and Harry thought maybe he was on hold while someone rescheduled his meeting.  

  Harry also found himself sighing.  He had no jobs cued up, so he would just have to hang around until someone in West London decided they needed something moving urgently.  He could go back to the hub, he reasoned, but he always found once he did that he’d need to ride back out right where he just was, and that was tedious.  

  He only half noticed the teenager skulking by; the street was heavy with pedestrians and noisy from the traffic rumbling by, so it wasn’t that surprising.  But there was something about the way his shoulders were hunched under his t-shirt that caught Harry’s eye at the last second, just in time to look up and see the boy dart down, hand flashing out for the handle of the blond guy’s briefcase before he broke into a sprint.

  “NO!” the guy yelled, jerking forward, but the boy was already ten feet away.

  Harry didn’t even think.  He slammed his bike into gear and jumped on the pedals, shooting past the stunned guy still gripping his phone in his hand.  He wasn’t really sure what he wasn’t doing; all he knew was his day may have been crappy so far, but the look on that guy’s face was like the boy had just kidnapped his child, and Harry would be damned if he was going to let that slide by without a fight.  

  He rocketed between people already scattered by the fleeing thief.  Harry had to give him credit, he was lightning fast, but he wasn’t a match for Harry and his bike.  Which is probably why, after glancing over his shoulder to see he was being pursued, he darted right into the traffic.  

  “Shit!” cursed Harry, slowing and weaving between two parked cars, thankful to the one in motion that slammed on its breaks to let Harry into the flow of the road. The boy was already over the other side, running as hard as ever, but Harry decided to gain to ground before trying to cross the opposite lane.  Instead, he flew down the centre, between the vehicles going both ways, snapping his head back and forth to make sure he hadn’t lost the teenager.

  Soon enough, a side street loomed, and predictably that’s where the boy darted.  But Harry was already judging the cars next to him, and managed to swerve his bike between them and then in front of the van at a standstill by the bakery on the corner.  

  This street was much quieter, and Harry leaned into his handlebars, feeling the blood burning through his thigh muscles as he closed the gap between them…closer…until…

  He came up beside the boy and did the only thing he could think of, which was to yank the wheel and slam into him, sending him sprawling on the tarmac and the briefcase scattering from his hand.  Unfortunately, Harry also took a dive, crashing into the hard ground, scraping his skin and bashing his shoulder, his legs tangled painfully in his own bike frame.

  The boy was quicker back up to his feet, but he was panting and scowling incredulously at Harry, already limping away at a surprisingly fast rate.  Harry didn’t care though as he groaned and eased himself onto his arse, pushing his bike off and rubbing his bleeding elbow.  The briefcase was just a few feet away, half under a parked red hatchback, still locked and barely scratched from its fall.

  Harry had drawn a small crowd from his minor heroics, and a couple of people were drawing near, asking if he was okay.  But through them pushed a frantic figure, his blond hair visible before anything else, who drew up at the sight of Harry sat on the ground, his stolen property lying a couple of feet away.

  “Oh thank fuck,” he cried, sinking in front of Harry and grabbing his shoulders.  “Oh Christ alive, oh thank you thank you thank you.”  He dropped to sit beside Harry, one hand covering his face, the other resting on the leather of the case.  “You are my hero.”

  Harry gave a shaky laugh as a couple of people inspected his wounds and asked if he wanted them to call an ambulance.  “No, no,” he said, waving them off with a grateful smile.  “I’m fine, it’s worse than it looks.”  After a lifetime of scraped appendages he knew that although his grazes stung, they just needed a wash and they’d heal in a week or so.  

  The blond guy was taking slow, deep breaths, and appeared to be recovering somewhat.  “Thank you,” he said again, lowering his hand and looking Harry at sincerely.  He had beautiful silvery eyes, and Harry had to take a second to recover himself.  

  “Oh, hey, no problem,” he told him, easing himself to his feet.  The man hopped up too, offering a helping hand which Harry took even though he didn’t really need it.  “You seemed like you wanted your case back pretty badly.”

  The small crowd were dispersing with smiles and nods that Harry reciprocated to assure them he was really okay, and convey thanks for their concern.  The guy shook his head ruefully and picked up the case, hugging it to his chest.  His jacket had come undone to reveal more of his white shirt, still crisp despite his sprint, and a teal-green tie that complimented his eyes and hair very nicely. “I’m such an idiot,” he said as Harry pulled his bike back up and kicked the stand.  It didn’t look like it had incurred any damage, which Harry was extremely thankful for; he couldn’t afford any repairs right now.  

  “You’re not an idiot,” Harry said, fetching a bottle of water from his satchel and taking a swig.  “This area’s not exactly common for muggings.”

  “That’s not what I meant,” said the guy, taking the bottle as Harry offered it and draining a good mouthful.  He tapped the briefcase.  “The plans in here are hard copies, and there aren’t any back-ups.  I was rushing too much and I thought I’d be okay, normally I have triple copies, quadruple.”  He shook his head again and raised his eyebrows at Harry.  “I would have been monumentally screwed if you hadn’t chased that guy down.”

  Harry shrugged.  “He got away,” he said, stating the obvious, but the blond shook his head even harder.

  “Couldn’t give a shag,” he said firmly.  “These drawings are for a deal that could be worth millions, they’re all I care about.” He inhaled deeply, his eyes still trained on Harry, and stuck out his hand.  “Thank you,” he said once again, but Harry didn’t mind.  He was happy he’d been able to save his handsome stranger a world of grief, he could deal with a bit of awkward grovelling.  

  “No problem at all,” he insisted, shaking his hand which was warm and pleasant in Harry’s grip.  He tried to suppress the fleeting image of having those hands elsewhere on his body, but without much luck.  

  “Let me repay you,” said the guy, dropping his hand and gesticulating uncertainly.  “I mean, I’m not sure I can, but you could come back to my apartment and clean up, I could make you tea or something?”

  Harry couldn’t actually believe his luck.  “Yeah, sure,” he stammered.  “That would be great.”

  The guy gave him a beaming smile, and they began walking back the way they had chased the thief, Harry’s bike trundling along between them.  “I’m Draco by the way, Draco Malfoy.”  He drummed his fingers on the leather, the case hugged to his torso again.

  Harry would normally make a quip about the stupid names rich people gave their kids, but he found he couldn’t even muster one mentally.  It was such an unusual name, beautiful but strong.

  “Nice to meet you Draco, I’m Harry,” he told him, watching amused as Draco ran his hand fretfully through his fine blond hair.  

  “And do you often come to the rescue of hopeless architects Harry?” he asked, managing a shaky smile that Harry mirrored back.  

  “Oh yes,” he laughed.  “A fellow has to make a living, the courier business isn’t what it used to be you know.”

  That got a laugh out of Draco too, and Harry could see him start to relax.  As they walked, Harry tapped out a text with his thumb, one hand still on the handlebars, telling his boss he’d been knocked off his bike and asking for a longer lunch break.  He got a reply almost immediately telling him to take the rest of his shift off, and suddenly this day didn’t seem so rubbish after all.

   “I’m so sorry you got hurt,” said Draco as they crossed back over the main road and headed up towards his building.  “I should have said that first, I was worrying about the stupid drawings, are you okay, do you need to go to hospital?”

  Harry chuckled; he obviously hadn’t been listening to him talking to the people who had come over to help.  “Honestly I’m fine,” he said.  “Once I wash the blood off there’ll only be a few grazes.”

  “Well,” said Draco, fishing his keys out and unlocking the front door.  “I’d like to help in any way I can.  You can have a shower if you want, and I could lend you some clothes?”

  Harry looked down as they stepped into the cool entrance hall, out of the heat of the midday sun.  He hadn’t realised he’d ripped his trousers, and his t-shirt had blood on it.  “Oh, thanks,” he said.  “That would be great.”  They deposited Harry’s bike under the stairwell and headed upwards.  

  Draco’s flat was on the second floor, and was three times the size of Harry’s. Again, he tried to muster up enough energy to be jealous, but instead he just found himself appreciating Draco’s style and décor.  Being an architect, it wasn’t surprising to find lots of arty prints on the walls and modern looking sculptures dotted about the bookshelves and on coffee tables. It was a good deal more sophisticated than Harry’s horror movie posters and sci-fi memorabilia.  He pondered maybe there was a reason his flat was a fraction of the size of Draco’s.  

  “So,” said Draco, flying about the place.  Harry spotted there was a spare room filled with a couple of large easels, white-boards and a computer with two monitors, but it was to his bedroom that Draco darted.  “I’ll grab you some things, the bathroom’s through there, and I can make you some tea – or coffee?”

  “Tea,” said Harry, inspecting the bookcase.  “Two sugars, thanks.”

  Draco ushered him into the white-tiled bathroom with a pile of jeans, polo-shirt and a fresh towel.  “Use whatever you like, take your time, I’ve not got any more meetings now so I’ll be, you know, here,” he said, waving his hands about scattily.  “I’ll just…”  He stopped and took a deep breath.  “Sorry. I’m not used to being mugged.”  He gave a curt nod.  “I shall be in the kitchen, making whatever tea has the least caffeine in it.”

  Harry reached out and took his shoulder.  “Freak out all you like,” he said with a grin.  “My boss gave me the day off.  What say we have some tea and you can tell me all about that project I saved for you.”  He winked, for good measure.

  “I’d like that,” said Draco, sagging a little in relief.  The moment hung, and Harry suddenly felt bold.  

  “Then,” he said slowly.  “How about you take me to dinner?  I think that would make us even, wouldn’t it?”

  Draco’s eyebrows rose into his pale hair, and for a second Harry feared he’d misread the situation.  “You mean…like a date?”

  Harry smiled tightly.  “Nah, I mean, not if that’s not…if you’re not…”

  “I’d love to,” Draco interrupted.  It was Harry’s turn to be surprised, but Draco broke into a gorgeous grin that wiped away all doubt.  “I’d really love to.”

  Harry smiled.  It was worth the grumpy customers and the sore elbows and the general lack of direction in his life.  He’d found his inner hero, and now he’d found himself a scrumptious date.  “I’d really love to too,” he said.  

  Yep.  Today had turned out pretty okay he decided.  

  End

(PS - If anyone recognised ‘Jam Pony Messenger’ you are a cool human being)

Who Do You Think You Are?

Title: Who Do You Think You Are?

Character(s): Actor Tom

Chapter Number/One Shot: One Shot

Rating: T

Genre: Fluff/Humour

Summary: Exhausted from filming, Tom takes a shower late at night, only to be interrupted by a disgruntled neighbour.

Warnings: None

Author Note: Look guys, I actually managed to finish something *groans*. I don’t know why writing is giving me a bit of trouble lately, but I’m slowly but surely getting out of this slump. Hopefully.


Tom couldn’t remember the last time he had been this exhausted. All he wanted to do was drop into bed and not leave it for a week. But he would be right back into filming once again come tomorrow afternoon, as he had been for the past week. The very last thing he wanted to do was waste time in the shower, but with his shirt sticking to his chest from sweat, Tom knew he didn’t have much of a choice.

A half an hour later, and he was being woken up by the cold spray of water.

“Shit,” he grumbled under his breath, running his fingers through his soaked curls. Tom hadn’t thought it possible to doze off in the shower. Snickering, he shook his head and turned off the water. He had a feeling it wouldn’t be the last time with the schedule he had.

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A Flower of No Other Name

Kiki’s 200 Follower Celebration Word Challenge

Word Prompt: Plumeria from @casnme

Pairing: Cas x Reader

Word Count: 1054

Warnings: Fluff, tad bit of angst at the end

A/N: This isn’t really drabble length, but I hope ya’ll enjoy it. xoxo

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You awoke to the barely audible whirs, beeps, and clicks of machines. Groggily forcing your eyelids to flutter open, you groaned when you were welcomed with the sight of stark white ceiling tiles, knowing all too well just exactly where you were laying.

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Please Be My Fake Boyfriend Part 2 - Requested (Michael)

Requested by hemmingsdie Part 1 here, ENJOY!!!

Michael moves his arm from around you as he shuffles around the booth, he gets out heading over to the bar, ‘Do you know that guy?’ Ashton asks nodding over to the bar, you follow his gaze to the crowded bar, squinting but not seeing anyone that stands out, ‘Who?’ you asks not looking away from the bar, ‘The one talking to Michael’ he adds, you look towards Michael’s red hair, your heart stopping and an odd lump filling your throat how it used to when he was around. You can’t seem to find any words as you look down to your hands taking in a deep breath.  

‘You okay?’ Ashton asks, clearly noticing your strange reaction, ‘Yeah, I’m…erm, I’m gonna get some fresh air’ you tell him, quickly moving from the booth, you hear him shout you but ignore him, heading for the exit, but changing your mind when you realise you hadn’t bought your bag with your ID in, instead you head for the back exit. You smile to the bouncer standing there.

‘Hey shug’ he nods and you nods a little, ‘Am I okay to get some air?’ you ask, he frowns as though he can’t really, ‘I’m trying to dodge an ex’ you chuckle slightly, he smiles nodding as he opens the door, give it a knock when you want me to let you back in’ he tells you and you nod, stepping past him and out. ‘Thanks’ your voice is small as you feel the air hit you, sighing when your back presses against the wall, you close your eyes, moving your head to face higher you take in a large breath.

You hear the click of the door and quickly pull yourself together expecting the bounce but it’s not, instead your met by you red headed boyfriend, he smiles softly, as the door closes behind you. He opens his arms clearly realising you had seen your ex, you move straight in, no words shared for a couple of minutes while his chin is resting on your head, while you breath in his familiar scent.

‘You okay?’ he finally asks but you shake your head, he must have felt it because he pulls away holding you at arm’s length, his eyes meeting yours, ‘I’m here’ he reassures you but you shake your head a little, ‘Do you mind if I leave?’ you ask. ‘What? Seriously?’ he asks shocked and you nod sheepishly.

‘You realise you left that prick two fucking years ago right?’ he asks, you take in a sharp breath hearing how harsh Michael’s tone has turned. ‘He left me, dumped me actually’ you correct him, he shakes his head. ‘And?’

‘I really don’t wanna see him…I, I know this sounds pathetic but I can’t face him’ you sigh, he shakes his head, a look on disappointment filling his eyes, your  can’t look at him and instead let your gaze drop to the floor. You hear him sigh after a minute, his hands taking your face and pulling it gently to look at him. ‘You’re a stronger person now than you were then, he has nothing on you (Y/N), I love you and that’s all that should matter’ he explains softly you nod.

‘That is all that matters it’s just….wait’ you freeze looking over his face, his serious look breaking into a smirk, ‘Yep’ he nods, you shake your head, feeling the blush as he looks so deeply, so lovingly at you, ‘You love me?’ you question and he chuckles a little. ‘I do’ he nods.

‘I….I love you too you giant weirdo’ you laugh pushing his chest a little making him laugh, ‘Michael’ you speak and he hums, taking your hand in his and pulling you closer, ‘Thanks’ you speak into his chest, ‘For?’ he asks. ‘Changing me’ you tell him, but he doesn’t reply.  ‘(Y/N) I didn’t change you, all I did was love you, well treat you right at the start, you just grew into yourself because you didn’t have that arse hole putting you down’ he tells you, you pull away nodding.

‘Yeah, yeah, why the hell am I standing at the back of this amazing club when its full of my friends, what…because that idiot is in there, he has nothing on me, he has no hold on me, he is nothing, I’m so….im better than him’ you speak the words, hearing your voice getting stronger by the second and Michael smiles proudly nodding with you. ‘Fuck him’ you nod, you quickly knock on the door while your courage is still up. It opens straight away and you walk in thanking the bouncer again.

You spin quickly, crashing yourself against Michael, your lips don’t move, just hold each other for a second, ‘I really fucking love you’ you whisper into his ear, before leaving him and heading to the bar to get a drink, your confidence coming back to normal. Before you have ordered a drink Bryana has grabbed your hand and is pulling you to the dance floor with no fight from you, you join her, laughing, singing and dancing, very well if you do say so yourself. It’s not long until you feel hands take your waist, moving behind you, Bryana’s eyes flash behind you frowning slightly and you know it’s not Michael or the boys otherwise she wouldn’t look so amused.

You turn to see him…his cocky smirk as usual dominating his face, his hands moved as you did and now hold your waist from the front, you push them off glaring at him slightly, ‘What are you doing?’ you snap, making him chuckle harshly. ‘I knew you noticed me gorgeous, it’s because you’re not over me’ he winks making you laugh now, your oddly proud of how confident it comes out and behind him you notice Michael coming thought the crowd, but he stops, watching you.

‘Oh Justin, darling don’t kid yourself, if one of us isn’t over the other then…well let’s just say, you’re the one coming to me’ you speak cockily, you see movement behind him again and this time you notice that Calum has joined Michael, Michael wearing a amused smirk.

‘Don’t act cocky baby, it’s doesn’t suit you’ he tells you, ‘You know what does suit you?’ he asks with a raised eyebrow and a cocky smirk that has managed to come back, he looks down to his jeans, ‘You on your knees’ he adds winking to you, you shake your head noticing Michael go to move but Calum grabbing him. You pull back your hand, your nails digging into your palm at how hard they are squeezed, you didn’t realise what you were doing until your fist comes into hard contact with his nose, he stumbles slightly, but when his hands moves from his nose it is pouring with blood, you feel your eyes widen as surprised with yourself as he looks.

‘You little bitch’ he growls but you just wink, he shakes his head rushing off through the crowded dance floor, pushing people roughly out of the way. You laugh seeing the proud look on Michaels face as he rushes over to you, ‘Holy shit’ he laughs, its then you feel a small frame crashing into yours, its Bryana, you know from the blonde hair that tickles your neck.

‘Bad ass’ Calum laughs, smacking Michaels back as he laughs, then you realise Ashton is also there as Bryana lets go of you and moves under his arm. ‘Holy shit’ you laugh slightly with a shaky breath, Michael moves, grabbing your waist with one hand while the other grabs your cheek and his lips are on yours before you can take in a  breath, they move in sync, you smile into the kiss but when you move to reach up to Michael’s neck you feel a sting on your hand and pull away hissing, you grab your hand with the other and look down to see two of your knuckles bleeding and your whole hand aches.

‘That kinda hurt’ you whine looing up to Michael and he chuckles, gently taking your hand with one of his and bringing it to his lips, his eyes on yours as he kisses your knuckle. ‘Then let’s get you to bed and look after by bad ass girlfriend’ he winks making you laugh as his arm wraps around the small of your back.


From Chelsea

Wildest Dreams: Chapter 1

CS Modern AU
Rated M
Words: 5.3K 
AO3/FF.net

When rising star Emma Swan has a one night stand with a man she picked up at her manager’s engagement party, she doesn’t expect to see him ever again. But of course her life is not that easy. (CS Modern AU inspired by the song Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift) 

Chapter 1: he said let’s get out of this town

Emma breathes in deeply as she steps out on the terrace. This is her favorite time of day. The sun is just dipping past the horizon, causing reds and oranges and pinks to intermingle with the purples and blues of the early twilight sky. This time of year, the sunset looks like a painting and she can’t get enough of it. She places her hands on the railing, smiling as the breeze sweeps her mane of hair off her back and over her shoulder. 

Emma may not be a huge fan of these stuffy parties, but she can’t deny this venue is killer. Not that she should have expected anything less. Her manager, Regina, had impeccable taste and an attitude that demanded the best. That attitude is part of what Emma loves about her as a manager. Although she can come across as abrasive at times, the lack of sugar-coating can be extremely refreshing. Emma can always count on Regina to set her straight if she’s doing something stupid. Regina’s impeccable taste is undeniable in her choice of venue for her engagement party—the Chelsea loft is nearly surrounded by windows showcasing gorgeous views of the city lights and the Hudson. Regina had the place done up with rich purple and red curtains and sleek lights, changing the space from an industrial feel to something much more sophisticated and elegant.

She stares out over the city for a long time, enjoying the view, the cooling air of late summer, and the lack of company. She hasn’t really grown accustomed to being around so many people. And even though this is not a business party, it sort of feels like one, what with the high profile people in attendance and the photographers covering the event. If it’s rude or gauche for her to be out standing on the terrace enjoying the peace and the sounds of the city below her, then so be it. Emma has been socializing all evening and her face aches from the forced smiling. She takes a long sip from her martini and closes her eyes, settling herself for a moment.

“Quite a spectacular view, wouldn’t you say?” a voice interrupts her daydreaming, causing her to jump. “Sorry to disturb you, love,” the man adds in a gorgeous accent.

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Sassy Curves - Requested (Calum)

Hey guys, so Anon requested (Would you do a Calum one where you’re curvy so some of his fans call you fat even though you’re confident so on twitter you kinda just can’t keep quiet when they say that and end up tweeting sassy replies and calums just like really proud you stuck up for yourself? please??) ENJOY!!!!!

‘@Y/Twitter doesn’t deserve Calum, she is fat, he could do better’

‘Did anyone see @Y/Twitter in NY last night looked like an Elephant’

‘Where’s the piggy piggy? Oh there you are @Y/Twitter’

‘I wonder how @Y/Twitter feels watching Cal with those models in his video with her being SO fat’

‘What’s with fat bitches getting hot nice guys? @Y/Twitter would know’

‘@Y/Twitter what do you have that other don’t? Fat?’

‘No wonder Cal never gets any sleep @Y/Twitter  takes up 4/5 of the bed’

You smile a little as you read the comments people have sent you on twitter, you don’t let them get to you, and you never have, your confident enough to brush it off. Reading them just reminds you how much Calum loves you because you know you are a little big but for Calum to stick by you through all the shit you get, you know he really does love you and nothing these ‘fans’ ever say makes you questions that.

‘(Y/N), Ash wanted to know if you would maybe have a word with Cassie, she got a really nasty message this morning from a girl and its upset her, Ash thought since your so okay with it that you could make sure she okay cause he doesn’t think she is’ Calum whispers to you, you rest your head on his shoulder and watch the movie.

‘Yeah that fine’ you whisper back and he kisses the top of your head.

‘You’re amazing’ he tells you.

‘I know’ and he chuckles a little his shoulders bouncing making your head jiggle slightly. About twenty minutes later Cassie shuffles out of the room. You watch her and lock eyes with Ashton from the other side of the room; you nod and give him a quick smile before following her out. You look in the kitchen and she isn’t there so you stand outside the downstairs toilet, waiting for her but when she doesn’t come out after ten minutes you knock ‘Hey Cas, you in there?’ there isn’t a reply so you try the door and find that it is open and she isn’t there, you roll your eyes at your stupidity and head upstairs thinking she has to be in the bathroom. Again you lean against the wall and wait. It’s been five minutes when you hear a little whimper and you move closer to the door, gently tapping.

‘Hey Cass, can I come in?’ you ask, you hear shuffling and a sniffle and then the lock on the door being undone, it opens a slither and you gently push it further as you walk in, closing it behind you.

‘Come here’ you tell her, seeing her tear stained face and red eyes. She comes closer and your wrap your arms around her rubbing her back and she does the same sniffing slightly. ‘Don’t cry okay; don’t take any notice of anything they say. Ashton is head over heels for you and that’s not going to change, I get that what they say is horrible but it means nothing, its jealously’ you tell her, you spend the next twenty minutes calming her down and soothing her and then she finally agrees to go back to the movie which is probably nearly over by now. You watch her head down stairs and you slip into your room pulling out Calum’s laptop.

It’s not fair that people should feel like that because of little girls nasty words, Cassie shouldn’t feel like that and you, you shouldn’t have to deal with it, you can and you don’t mind it but why should it be like that. You have wanted to reply to all the hate messages you have had over the last seven months but never have because you didn’t want things to blow up in Calum’s face for what you say but now, now you reply.

‘@Y/Twitter doesn’t deserve Calum, she is fat, he could do better’ you hit reply and type ‘I prefer the word curvy but if you’re going with fat that’s fine darling’

‘Did anyone see @Y/Twitter in NY last night looked like an Elephant’ and again ‘Oh dear, hunnie you should go back to school that was LEOPARD print’

‘Where’s the piggy piggy? Oh there you are @Y/Twitter’ and again ‘To be fair I do snort when I laugh sometimes’

‘I wonder how @Y/Twitter feels watching Cal with those models in his video with her being SO fat’ you can’t think of a sassy reply so just type ‘I am overcome with pride that MY amazing boyfriend is living his dream’

‘What’s with fat bitches getting hot nice guys? @Y/Twitter would know’ you smile as you type ‘Some guys like to have something to hold onto ;)’

‘@Y/Twitter what do you have that other don’t? Fat?’ this one is simple ‘Calum’

‘No wonder Cal never gets any sleep @Y/Twitter  takes up 4/5 of the bed’ and finally ‘Oh sweetheart that’s not why he doesn’t get sleep, has mummy told you about the birds and the bees?’

You smile satisfied that you will have at least kept those couple quite for a little while and close the laptop jogging down the stairs, when you reach the living room, everyone is chatting, the TV switched off and you stick out your tongue as your eyes lock with Calum’s making your way over and flopping down next to him. He continues to stare at you a smirk on his face.

‘What?’ you questions.

‘I’m so proud of you, I have been waiting for seven months for you to take out your sass and slap them in the face’ he tells you making you laugh at him words.

‘You’ve seen my tweets already?’ you ask amazed.

‘Dame Right I have and I’m not planning on getting much sleep tonight beautiful’ he whispers the last part with a cheeky wink as he leaves a sweet lingering kiss on your lips. 

From Chelsea

Meeting the Family – Requested (Luke)

Hello, this was requested by niallersqueeze (Hiii can i get an imagine with luke where he meets my whole family for the first time? (I’m italian with lots of uncles its a little intimidating haha) my name is Maggie), I hope its what you wanted Maggie, let me know, ENJOY EVERYONE.

 

‘Babe, I’m really shitting myself right about now. You have such a big family, what if they don’t like me?’ Luke tells you, his grip getting a little stronger on your leg, he is driving to yours and you can tell he is nervous from the grip he has on your leg.

‘Don’t worry, it’ll be fine, mum and dad already like you. Plus there isn’t that much family for you to meet. There are just my eight uncles and their wives and nineteen cousins from my dad’s side, my three aunties their husbands and my uncle and his wife and another nine cousins from my mum’s side. Them my two nans and granddads.’ You explain to him trying to keep a straight face. You know you have a huge family, your Italian so it kind of explains it. You only listed the people me make Luke a little more nervous because it was funny to watch.

‘Maggie, you do know that is like over fifty people right?’ he groans

‘Actually its fifty-eight including my mum and dad, fifty-nine with my brother’ you shrug.

‘You really aren’t helping right now. You’re enjoying my discomfort far too much’ he moans and you laugh sticking out your tongue at him. You finally arrive at your house and Luke has to park half way down the street due to the over load of cars from your family. Your family all take it in turns to host a gathering of some kind so that the family can meet up once a month, this month it is mum and dad’s turn to host and you are having a garden party. You and your parents spent all night setting up, hot tub, huge garden pool, three tepee tents for the kids, loads of seats, and two huge BBQ grills. You hold Luke’s hand as you enter the house, you can hear the many voices from the living room as you make your way through the house towards the garden. As soon as you step out you send a quick wink of encouragement to Luke whose eyes are scanning the full garden in horror.

‘MAGGIE’ all of your family shout when they see you, throwing their arms in the air and coming towards you, your used to the huge amount of people crowding around you and you thought Luke would be too since he has groups of girls running after him on a daily bases but he take a small step back and you shake your head pulling him forward. You get attacked by a lot of hugs, kisses, your younger cousins wrapping their arms around your legs. No one has even mentioned or noticed Luke yet, until you Mum calms everyone down.

‘THIS IS LUKE’ she yells over the notice everyone turning to see mum with her arm around Luke’s shoulders, he smile and puts his hand up in a small wave. The whole family are silent, and you begin to worry for the first time, no one moves or make a sound for a moment or two until Uncle Carl throws up his arms and shouts ‘LUKE’ everyone else joining in as they all approach him, you and your mum catch sight of each other, both letting out a clear sign of relief. You laugh as you see Luke’s face contort a little something that happens when he is concentrating, so you assume he is trying to remember all the names that are being thrown at him.

After about half an hour everyone had calmed back down, well as calm as your family get. Your dad and Uncles on the BBQ’s, some in the hot tub and a couple in the pool but most just hanging around talking. Luke is sitting on the other side of the Garden with four of your Uncles, your eldest cousin and one of your baby cousins, which he is holding in his arms as he looking interested in the conversation they are all sharing, you watch as they all laugh as something Luke says. You feel a nudge against your shoulder and snap back to the people around you, two of your aunties are laughing as they watch you while your grandmother is smiling sweetly.

‘He is a lovely boy’ Aunt Melisa comments

‘He fits in perfectly darling, you have found a keeper.’ You grandmother tells you, reaching out and taking hold of your hand.

‘He completely adores you; it’s the sweetest thing I’ve seen. Look at him he can’t keep his eyes of you.’ You Aunt Hazel coo. You look towards Luke who is in fact looking at you, your smile grows and you stick out your tongue, he laughs shaking his head. You stand up excusing yourself and watch as Luke hands over your cousin to your Uncle Smith, then makes his way to you. Once you finally reach each other your hands immediately entwine.

‘Having fun?’ you ask

‘It’s amazing. I don’t know why I was so scared, your family are great.’ He laughs, you smile and spin your head seeing that you are getting the attention of a couple of your family members, you turn and pull Luke along with you as you head down the side of the house where you can’t be seen. Luke pushes you against the wall as soon as your out of sight, his lips smashing into your, moving at exactly the right pace, fitting together perfectly. Your both completely lost in the kiss when your interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat, Luke flies away from you, his hurry making you laugh as you meet your brothers eyes. He is winks at you while Luke is shuffling around and you shake your head knowing what he’s going to do.

‘What the hell is this?’ he asks, making his voice a little deeper than usual as he keep a straight face, glaring slightly at Luke. ‘You pulling my sister away from her family for this’ he continues waving his hand between you and Luke. You glace quickly at Luke he takes a huge gulp that you can hear from feet apart, he is shuffling around and his face is tomato red.

‘I..I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to cause any offence’ he mutters, and you look to your brother to see him looking at you, you both hold in the laughter for a moment but it’s coming quick and you both bend over in hysteric laughter, your brother smacking his knees.

‘God mate, you should have seen your face. Don’t worry about it, I honestly don’t mind. It’s actually nice to see I was starting to think she was going to grow up an old lady with a million cats’ you brother laughs making Luke smile but your laughter stops and you glare at your brother, hitting his shoulder.

‘Piss off you creeper’ you comment, he shrugs laughing and turns to go back to everyone else, you and Luke follow behind holding hand, Luke bends his head so it’s in line with your ear.

‘I just nearly shit myself’ he comments making you laugh, ‘Seriously that was not funny, I’m going get you back for letting him do that to me’ he threatens. You don’t have time to comment as four of your younger cousins run up the three girls grabbing your hands and pulling you along with them while the boy just looks up at Luke and then asks him to play, Luke nods and offers your cousin a high five who takes it laughing as he jumps to reach Luke’s hand. As Luke walk past you and the little girls he kisses you on the cheek and winks following Marvin your cousin over to one of the tepees.

Still taking requests

From Chelsea

Right before I left for college, I was running my high school. Feel it. I knew where to park, I knew where to get the best chicken-cutlet sandwich, I knew which custodians had pot. People knew me. They liked me. I was an athlete and a good friend. I felt pretty, I felt funny, I felt sane. Then I got to college in Maryland. My school was voted number one … for the hottest freshman girls in Playboy that year. And not because of me. All of a sudden, being witty and charismatic didn’t mean shit. Day after day, I could feel the confidence drain from my body. I was not what these guys wanted. They wanted thinner, blonder, dumber … My sassy one-liners were only working on the cafeteria employees, who I was visiting all too frequently, tacking on not the Freshman 15, but the 30, in record-breaking time, which led my mother to make comments over winter break like, “You look healthy!” I was getting no male attention, and I’m embarrassed to say, it was killing me.

But one guy paid me some attention — Matt. Matt was six feet tall, he looked like a grown-up von Trapp child, and he was five years older than me. What?! An older boy, paying attention to me? I must be okay. Uff. I made him laugh in our bio lab, and I could tell a couple times that we had a vibe. He was a super senior, which is a sexy way of saying “should have graduated, but needed an extra year.” He barely spoke, which was perfect for all the projecting I had planned for him. We grew up in the same town, and getting attention from him felt like success. When I would see him on campus, my heart would race, and I would smile as he passed. I’d look in the mirror and see all the blood rise to my face. I’d spend time analyzing the interaction, and planning my outfit for the next time I saw him. I wanted him to call. He never called. But then finally, he called.

It was 8 a.m., my dorm room phone rang. “Amy, wassup? It’s Matt. Come over.” Holy shit! This is it, I thought. He woke up thinking about me! He realized we’re meant to start a life together! Let’s just stop all this pretending that we weren’t free just to love one another! I wondered, would we raise our kids in the town we both grew up in, or has he taken a liking to Baltimore? I don’t care. I’ll settle wherever he’s most comfortable. Will he want to raise our kids Jewish? Who cares? I shaved my legs in the sink, I splashed some water under my armpits, and my randomly assigned Albanian roommate stared at me from under her sheets as I rushed around our shitty dorm room. I ran right over to his place, ready for our day together. What would we do? It’s still early enough, maybe we’re going fishing? Or maybe his mom’s in town, and he wanted me to join them for breakfast. Knock-knock. Is he going to carry me over the threshold? I bet he’s fixing his hair and telling his mom, “Be cool, this may be the one!” I’ll be very sweet with her, but assert myself, so she doesn’t think she’s completely in charge of all the holiday dinners we’re going to plan together. I’ll call her by her first name, too, so she knows she can’t mess with me. “Rita! I’m going to make the green bean casserole this year, and that’s that!” Knock-knock. Ring ring. Where is he?

Finally, the door opens. It’s Matt, but not really. He’s there, but not really. His face is kind of distorted, and his eyes seem like he can’t focus on me. He’s actually trying to see me from the side, like a shark. “Hey!” he yells, too loud, and gives me a hug, too hard. He’s fucking wasted. I’m not the first person he thought of that morning. I’m the last person he called that night. I wonder, how many girls didn’t answer before he got to fat freshman me? Am I in his phone as Schumer? Probably. But I was here, and I wanted to be held and touched and felt desired, despite everything. I wanted to be with him. I imagined us on campus together, holding hands, proving, “Look! I am lovable! And this cool older guy likes me!” I can’t be the troll doll I’m afraid I’ve become.

He put on some music, and we got in bed. As that sexy maneuver where the guy pushes you on the bed, you know, like, “I’m taking the wheel on this one. Now I’m going to blow your mind,” which is almost never followed up with anything. He smelled like skunk microwaved with cheeseburgers, which I planned on finding and eating in the bathroom, as soon as he was asleep. We tried kissing. His 9 a.m. shadow was scratching my face — I knew it’d look like I had fruit-punch mouth for days after. His alcohol-swollen mouth, I felt like I was being tongued by someone who had just been given Novocain. I felt faceless, and nameless. I was just a warm body, and I was freezing cold. His fingers poked inside me like they had lost their keys in there. And then came the sex, and I use that word very loosely. His penis was so soft, it felt like one of those de-stress things that slips from your hand? So he was pushing aggressively into my thigh, and during this failed penetration, I looked around the room to try and distract myself or God willing, disassociate. What’s on the wall? A Scarface poster, of course. Mandatory. Anything else? That’s it? This Irish-Catholic son of bank teller who played JV soccer and did Mathletes feels the most connection with a Cuban refugee drug lord. The place looked like it was decorated by an overeager set designer who took the note “temporary and without substance” too far.

He started to go down on me. That’s ambitious, I think. Is it still considered getting head if the guy falls asleep every three seconds and moves his tongue like an elderly person eating their last oatmeal? Chelsea? Is it? Yes? It is. I want to scream for myself, “Get out of here, Amy. You are beautiful, you are smart, and worth more than this. This is not where you stay.” I feel like Fantine and Cosette and every fucking sad French woman from Les Miz. And whoever that cat was who sang “Memories,” what was that musical? Suze Orman just goes, “Cats.” The only wetness between my legs is from his drool, because he’s now sleeping and snoring into me. I sigh, I hear my own heartbreak, I fight back my own tears, and then I notice a change in the music. Is this just a bagpipe solo? I shake him awake. “Matt, what is this? The Braveheart soundtrack? Can you put something else on, please?” He wakes up grumpily, falls to the floor, and crawls. I look at his exposed butt crack, a dark, unkempt abyss that I was falling into. I felt paralyzed. His asshole is a canyon, and this was my 127 Hours. I might chew my arm off.

I could feel I was losing myself to this girl in this bed. He stood up and put a new CD on. “Darling, you send me, I know you send me, honest, you do …” I’m thinking, “What is this?” He crawled back into bed, and tried to mash at this point his third ball into my vagina. On his fourth thrust, he gave up and fell asleep on my breast. His head was heavy and his breath was so sour, I had to turn my head so my eyes didn’t water. But they were watering anyway, because of this song. Who is this? This is so beautiful. I’ve never heard these songs before. They’re gutting me. The score attached to our morning couldn’t have been more off. His sloppy, tentative lovemaking was certainly not in the spirit of William Wallace. And now the most beautiful love songs I’ve ever heard play out as this man-boy laid in my arms, after diminishing me to a last-minute booty call. I listened to the songs and I cried. I was looking down at myself from the ceiling fan. What happened to this girl? How did she get here? I felt the fan on my skin and I went, “Oh, wait! I am this girl! We got to get me out of here!” I became my own fairy godmother. I waited until the last perfect note floated out, and escaped from under him and out the door. I never heard from Matt again, but felt only grateful for being introduced to my new self, a girl who got her value from within her. I’m also grateful to Matt for introducing me to my love Sam Cooke, who I’m still with today.

Now I feel strong and beautiful. I walk proudly down the streets of Manhattan. The people I love, love me. I make the funniest people in the country laugh, and they are my friends. I am a great friend and an even better sister. I have fought my way through harsh criticism and death threats for speaking my mind. I am alive, like the strong women in this room before me. I am a hot-blooded fighter and I am fearless. But I did morning radio last week, and a DJ asked, “Have you gained weight? You seem chunkier to me. You should strike while the iron is hot, Amy.” And it’s all gone. In an instant, it’s all stripped away. I wrote an article for Men’s Health and was so proud, until I saw instead of using my photo, they used one of a 16-year-old model wearing a clown nose, to show that she’s hilarious. But those are my words. What about who I am, and what I have to say? I can be reduced to that lost college freshman so quickly sometimes, I want to quit. Not performing, but being a woman altogether. I want to throw my hands in the air, after reading a mean Twitter comment, and say, “All right! You got it. You figured me out. I’m not pretty. I’m not thin. I do not deserve to use my voice. I’ll start wearing a burqa and start waiting tables at a pancake house. All my self-worth is based on what you can see.” But then I think, Fuck that. I am not laying in that freshman year bed anymore ever again. I am a woman with thoughts and questions and shit to say. I say if I’m beautiful. I say if I’m strong. You will not determine my story — I will. I will speak and share and fuck and love and I will never apologize to the frightened millions who resent that they had it in them to do it. I stand here and I am amazing, for you. Not because of you. I am not who I sleep with. I am not my weight. I am not my mother. I am myself. And I am all of you, and I thank you.

—  Amy Schumer, at the Gloria Awards and Gala

1,000 FOLLOWERS!!!

So today I smashed through 1,000 followers (thank you again quietpastelcolours​!) 

I asked you guys for any ideas on how to celebrate, and goldentruth813 suggested very sweetly that in light of my own recent engagement I should do some kind of Drarry proposal.

So, story time.  I had an inkling my lovely man might be planning to pop the question, and therefore I’d been thinking about weddings and stuff.  Then Taylor Swift’s new song “Wildest Dreams” came out, and I LOVED the vintage Hollywood video and spent the whole day with the song literally on repeat.

Turned out I was right, my fella proposed, and afterwards I stood on the balcony looking out over London and listened to the song one last time before going to bed.  It is now my engagement song.

So, here’s a 1950s Drarry AU, where the boys are both stars of the silver screen, but only have eyes for each other.

1K words, no smut, just fabulous feels.  Pic set by me, featuring Montgomery Clift as Harry and Errol Flynn as Draco.  I don’t own the images.  

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Wildest Dreams

 “He’s so tall and handsome as hell,

He’s so bad but he does it so well.”

   “And CUT!” the director hollered.  Harry was grateful to let go of his co-star – the effervescent Ginevra Weasley – and step away from their passionate embrace.  “Great job guys, great job,” Lockhart cried as he came over, slapping his hands together and rubbing them enthusiastically. “Ginny, baby, you’re blowing me away here.”

  She rolled her eyes.  “Sure Gil,” she drawled.  “I’ll be in my trailer.”  She winked at Harry and sashayed away, managing to look cool as a cucumber despite the heat of the African desert.  

  “Man,” Lockhart whistled.  “What a doll, huh?”

  Harry gave a non-committal noise and looked around at the crew resetting the scene.  “Are we done for the day?” he asked, not wanting to hope too hard.  But Gil clapped him on the back.

  “Sure Harry, you take off,” he said grinning and already looking around as the next shot began to take shape.  “It’s all Gin for the rest of today – you might want to pop by and say hi later, I’m sure she’ll need a back rub after such a long day.”

  Harry sighed.  Most people knew better than to push him on to his co-stars.  Lockhart tended to see what he wanted though, and if Harry’s…preferences…were too much for him, then he could carry on in his fantasy.  

  “Whatever you say Gil,” he said, shaking his head as the makeup girls descended upon him to scrape off all the gunk they’d layered on his face earlier in the day.  

  He was wiped, and was relieved to plough through the sand out to where his tend stood, away from the hubbub of the set and most of the other tents (or trailers as they still tended to call them.  You could take the man out of Hollywood…)

  His shirt was already half undone as he stepped inside, thinking about a nice cold beer maybe from the catering guys, when he realised his affairs were not as he’d left them.

  “It’s about bloody time,” Draco Malfoy cried around the cigar between his teeth, standing from his seat by the small dining table and raising a saucer of champagne aloft. Red rose petals littered every surface from the rugs on the tarpaulin floor, to the writing desk and the table Draco was stood beside, to the king-sized bed he’d had flown in especially from the States. “Potter old chap, I was starting to fear you’d wilted in the heat.”

  Butterflies swirled inside Harry’s chest like they always still did at the sight of his lover, even after all this time, but especially in light of such an unexpected and romantic visit.  “Draco,” he breathed, stepping carefully over to him, not wanting to crush any of the flowers under his sandy boots.  “When did you – how – what-”

  “Come now darling,” he said in his daring British accent that left Harry weak at the knees.  He stubbed out his cigar and handed Harry a fresh glass of champagne, seizing him around the waist.  “Does a man need an excuse to fly across the world and spoil his beloved rotten?”

  It had always been his way, ever since they’d met on the set of “Pure Blood and Pure Love,” some eight years ago.  Harry had been all wide-eyed innocence, his career just taking off.  Draco though had seemed to know stardom was in his veins, and played the part of England’s most coveted darling of the silver screen right from the start.

  “You’re up to something,” Harry challenged, leaning back and arching his eyebrow.  

  Draco sighed dramatically.  “You caught me,” he said, and swept out his hand holding his drink to encompass the room. “Subtlety was never my strong suit.”

  Harry watched as he placed both their glasses down, and became uncharacteristically serious. He took a deep breath, his hands holding on to Harry’s, his thumbs rubbing over the knuckles.  “I have missed you terribly these past several weeks,” he confessed.  When not gallivanting across the globe, they shared their time between their mansion in Hollywood and their penthouse in London.  Draco had written him several letters from Chelsea bemoaning his boredom and demanding half-heartedly that Harry should abandon shooting and come home immediately.

  “I know,” Harry said quietly, stepping closer together.  “I’ve missed you too.”

  “Solitude has a habit of making one consider one’s position in life, and how to better it,” Draco said, his eyes focused on their entwined hands.  “And it came to me it was about time I did the gentlemanly thing, and make an honest man out of you.”

  The words sunk into Harry’s brain slower than they should have.  “Whu-” he managed to utter…

  …before Draco dropped down on one knee.  

  “Harry James Potter,” he said, his voice wavering slightly, and he cleared his throat. “Will you do me the utmost honour of marrying me?”

  Harry was pretty sure he’d just been hit by a Sherman tank.  Marriage?  Was that allowed, could they do that?

  And in the split second it took him to think that he decided he didn’t care a rat’s ass. He was gonna marry the man of his dreams and he dared any schmuck on the planet to try and stop him.  

  “Are you kidding baby?” he drawled, giving him his million dollar smile.  “There ain’t enough yeses in the world to answer that question.  Get up here and kiss me God damn it!”

  Draco leapt to his feet and slung his arms around Harry’s neck.  “Do you really mean it?”  He asked before pressing their lips together, excitement coming off him like lightning in a summer storm.  

  Harry held him close and tight, letting his joy flow right outta his skin.  “Never,” he told him, emotion making his words thick and tight.  “In my wildest dreams did I think anyone could make me as happy as you do Draco Malfoy. I love you too much.”

  “You could never love me enough,” Draco replied, his face wet with tears.  “And I do declare we shall have forever together to prove that.”

  Harry nodded.  “Forever,” he agreed, then leant in to kiss him once more.  

 Fin