firme hold

OMGCP is canonically magic in subtle ways.  

Sure, there are the ghosts, and Johnson breaks the fourth wall.  No one questions those (except Ransom, who holds firm to ghosts not being real).

But there are other, small pieces of magic tucked in.  The quarter that stops perfectly in the crack in the floorboards.  The pies that always come out just the way Bitty wants them to no matter how much time he has in the Haus kitchen.  And unless something is wrong, unless the mood is disturbed, Bitty never drops one of them.  The way leaves always cling to Nursey, like he’s static charged, or like the wind and the earth are drawn to him.  The way the Haus’ roof always seems to hold exactly as much weight as it needs to, even when it shouldn’t be structurally sound enough to hold the weight of four or five hockey boys and their much smaller manager.  A little bit of love in the jam that makes Jack warm and happy and calm when he’s going through his pre-game ritual, a feeling he notices most when it was jam he got from Bitty.

There are things that none of them understand but that they accept, because everyday magic is more literal than figurative at Samwell.

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Voice Types according to TV Tropes:

Contraltos are the lowest female singers commonly heard. Unlike their male counterparts (the basses), however, roles for altos are a bit more common, especially in rock musicals. In more traditional pieces, altos are frequently middle-aged leading women, though some of those are mezzos as well. The only role demographic altos have a firm hold over is for women over sixty - which in most shows means grandmothers. In the rare case that there is a female villain in a show, she will probably be an alto.


[soprano] [mezzo-soprano] [tenor] [baritone] [bass]

anonymous asked:

Hi, I just wanted to say the the gods & monsters series is one of the most wonderful things I've read. I know that some already have Hades in them but could you please do one about Hades and Persephone meeting? That would be amazing, thank you

Apollo comes to her, warm and smiling. He likes her body, its gentle curves, the flawless skin, how it shines with the youth and strength of spring. He is the sun and she is the earth, and it is from his rays that she gains her strength, and it would be expected of them to love each other. The god is golden, from his skin to his hair to his mischievous eyes, and there is not an inch of him that is not as lovely as the rays of sunlight peeking through the leaves.

Kore is not stupid. She knows Apollo does not linger, that she will be a wife in name and little else; he will lie with her and worship her and then grow bored of her.

Hermes comes to her, eyes sharp and hands gentle. He likes her mind, her acuteness, the way she views the world as a gem cutter would a raw emerald. He is wings and air and she is firmly rooted in the earth, she is as far from him as one can be, but his skin and hers are the exact same shade and she finds the shape of his mouth pleasing. She likes the way he considers her his equal.

But Hermes is meant to fly, spends his time carrying messages for Zeus and meddling in things that ought not to be meddled in. He may be a fine enough man, but he’s no husband.

She has two offers – each from powerful gods, each attractive and clever. There’s no reason she should find them both as unappealing as congealed chicken fat, yet she does.

“I do not often find you alone,” a deep, feminine voice says, and Kore suppresses a sigh as she turns to greet the approaching woman. She sits deep in the forest under a blossoming apple tree, but this is not her dominion alone.

“I am not often alone,” she concedes, observing the blood soaked goddess. “I’m assuming none of that is yours?”

Artemis doesn’t have enough hair to toss it over her shoulder, but she runs a hand through it, pushing it out of her face and streaking it copper in the process. “Of course not. I hope you weren’t too attached to the bucks of this forest.”

“Animals are not my concern,” she answers, “Besides, I am the goddess of spring, and therefore am born from death. It would be foolish of me to reject that which bore me.”

“Funny you should say that,” she says, “since all of Olympus is gossiping about how desperately you seek to leave the sanctuary of what bore you.”

Kore raises an eyebrow. Artemis is clumsy with her words, but she supposes the woman has never had a need to be otherwise. There are few as transparently straightforward as the huntress. She smiles, “Perhaps it is more funny, dear cousin, how easily the words prison and sanctuary become entangled.“

Artemis crosses her arms and sucks her lower lips between her teeth. “No,” she says finally, sobering, “I don’t think that’s very funny at all.”

Kore arranges her skirts around her, the green of the thread and that of the grass nearly identical. “If you’re here to plead your brother’s case for my hand, I’m willing to listen.”

The huntress snorts, derisive, and Kore raises an eyebrow. “I would not recommend my brother’s hand,” she says, “There are other parts of his anatomy which leave many satisfied, however, if that falls within your interests.”

“I am a more desirable bride as a virgin,” she answers instead of saying that the thought of touching a man she does not love makes her skin crawl. Artemis laughs as if she just told a joke, but if so Kore is ignorant of the punchline.

She does not know if she could love either Hermes or Apollo, at least not for the eternity that marks a god’s impossibly long life. It would result in a rather lackluster love making, which is presumably their main goal in pursuing her.

She dislikes her options. Behind her is the gilded cage of her mother’s overprotectiveness, and ahead of her lies the gilded cage of a loveless marriage.

“Kore,” Artemis says, frowning, “if – if you are to defy Demeter, you must go someplace that she cannot enter, a place where her magic cannot reach you.”

“Where might that be?” Kore asks dryly, “She is as I am – all that grows from this earth is our domain. Perhaps in the sea I could hide from her, but Poseidon is no friend of mine and has no reason to grant me asylum.”

Artemis shrugs, a wry twist to her lips. She cracks her neck on either side and walks back from where she came, but not before calling out over her shoulder, “I guess there is no such place Kore, goddess of spring, born of death and Demeter.“

Kore is still for a long time, staring at the place where Artemis stood.

Perhaps she is not so clumsy with her words after all.

 ~

Slipping away from her mother’s watchful eye is always monstrous task, even more so since the rumors of her proposals, but she manages. She finds the River Styx and follows it against its current, walking past and through all the warning sign that she’s gone too far, ignores the prickle along her skin as she crosses the threshold from this world to the next.

Almost immediately she comes across a hooded figure standing besides a small boat. “Charon,” she greets confidently. She tries to catch a peek under his hood, but he tilts his head away from her and manages to give the impression that he’s frowning at her even though she can’t see his face. “I need passage across the river.”

“You are not dead, lady goddess,” he says.

She holds out a shiny gold coin, “I can pay.”

“You are not dead,” he repeats, “You may not be ferried across.”

She nearly snaps at him, but instead takes a firm hold on her temper and thinks. Charon did not say she was not permitted to enter the underworld, only that he may not ferry her across. She peeks into the rushing river. It’s so powerful and fast that it churns grey foam and the water itself looks black, or perhaps that is simply whatever lies beneath. She skims her hand across the surface and the skin of her fingertips comes away burned and blistering.

“May I swim?” she asks.

“There are no rules preventing the impossible,” he tells her, but his shoulders stiffen as if he’s grown nervous.

Kore is not nervous. Either she survives and manages to enter the underworld, or she dies and Charon will have no choice but to ferry her across.

She sheds her gown – it will only weigh her down and get in her way. “My lady goddess,” Charon says, and Kore would almost say he sounds panicked. “Please do not –”

She jumps into the river.

It burns all over, white hot pain that makes her want to scream, but she has no interest in discovering what would happen if she were to swallow any of this supposed water. The current fights against her at every turn, and her muscles bunch and strain to not be swept away. It’s improbably difficult, the most difficult thing she’s ever done, but she grasps the edge of the shore with peeling hands and heaves her bloody body unto the ground.

Her entire body is one throbbing wound. Perhaps she should have listened to Charon before diving headfirst into the river, but it’s too late for regrets.

“Are you insane?” a thunderous voice demands, and then she’s being lifted by strong arms until she’s settled against a muscular chest.

She forces her eyes open, and the man glaring down at her has hair the color of the night sky and skin as pale as bone. His nose is long and sharp, his mouth wide and thin. The only bits of colors are his eyes, a green so dark that at first glance they look black. She raises a hand and cups his face, and the water clinging to her doesn’t seem to hurt him the way it hurt her. “Hades,” she says, and everything pains her just as much as before but his skin soothes hers. The skin on her palms comes away healed.

He’s angry with her, but his touch is gentle. There’s not a stitch of clothing on her, but he doesn’t glance or grope, only pulls her against him and uses the sleeve of his robe to clear the burning water from her face. “Yes, insane goddess, I am Hades.”

She had not meant to meet him, only to hide among his realm until she could think of a better plan. But she likes him already, an instantaneous and childish feeling, one she can’t remember having before.

She turns into his chest and lets out a pleased sigh, content to go wherever he brings her.

“They call me Kore.”



gods and monsters series, part vii

Going Up

Word Count: 1033

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Daddy Jensen

A/N: Credit to @impala-dreamer for semi inspiring this. At least the bed break part with a story about how she broke a bed with her husband. I’ll say no more. Leave it to your imaginations. 

Constructive feedback always welcome and appreciated


“I’m back!” You made your way into your house, calling out for Jensen and your daughter. “Ellie! Jay!” No answer. You put the grocery bags in the kitchen and looked around, unable to find them anywhere. Thinking that maybe they fell asleep upstairs you ran up the staircase, making your way down the hall, when you heard your daughter’s giggles.

“Again, Daddy!” She giggled. “Again!”

“Ok, come on. Get back on.” You quietly cracked the door of your bedroom open, peeking inside. Jensen was on his knees on the bed, face down in the covers. Ellie was crawling over and climbing on his neck. As soon as she was on he raised up, grabbing her ankles in his hands. She grabbed his head for balance, a huge smile on her face. “Going up.” Jensen chuckled.

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How the Signs Kiss/How the Signs Are in Bed

~~~Use Sun and Mars~~~

Aries

Good: Destructive and fierce, they have a firm hold on you and they let you know they won’t let you go
Bad: Teeth-bashing aggression and broken noses

Taurus

Good: Sensual and romantic, with a twinge of dark desire
Bad: Like a dead fish, there’s nothing to work with

Gemini

Good: Wild and exciting, constant stimulation with a surprising intensity
Bad: They get distracted by their own voice and all they do is talk about what is happening instead of making anything happen

Cancer

Good: Nurturing and sweet, surprisingly fun and full of laughter and intimacy
Bad: They cry

Leo

Good: Passionate and dirty, it’s raw and intense
Bad: Make you do all the work and treat you kissing them like a peasant serving royalty some grapes

Virgo

Good: Attentive and trustworthy, like you feel like they love you already and they’ll take care of you
Bad: Cold and controlling

Libra

Good: Fun and sweet, it feels like a smile and sunshine
Bad: Just a fuckshit of awful, either they try to eat your face or don’t know how to open their mouths and they try to talk dirty to you and it’s embarrassing

Scorpio

Good: Passionate and all-enveloping you feel like it’s the only thing in the world
Bad: Say weird intense shit to you or want you to do some weird ass stuff

Sagittarius

Good: Playful and hot, they know how to get you where you need to go and aren’t shy about doing it
Bad: Sweaty and too forward

Capricorn

Good: Dominating and intense, you just trust they know what to do
Bad: Straight up mean and even a little creepy

Aquarius

Good: Fun and interesting and they feel like electricity running through you
Bad: Selfish and not all there somehow

Pisces

Good: Hypnotic and magnetic, you’re just lost in a dream with them
Bad: Just there

Harry Styles - “I Love You”


Ever since you met Harry, your life had changed. You were traveling around the world, accompanying him to interviews, standing off to the side as he did his thing, went to shows and events. It was a whirlwind of constant traveling and always going. You wouldn’t change it for the world though. 

It was the down moments between all of that craziness that you counted as your favorite. The moments of being curled up in bed, whether it be his, yours, or one in a hotel, wrapped up tight in each others arms. You wouldn’t even have to say anything, his fingers would brush through your hair, your head resting on his chest as you trace his tattoos with your finger tips. 

When you did get to be home for an extended period of time, he would take you on dates, nice dinners out, occasionally go on a shopping trip of two, but mostly the two of you enjoyed each others company in the comfort and privacy of his home in London. You would watch movies, cook dinner together, drink a bit of alcohol and he would make you laugh with countless silly little jokes. 

You could easily say that you had fallen in love with Harry but as neither of you had taken that next step in the relationship, you had never said it out loud. It wasn’t that you didn’t think Harry felt the same, you were sure he did, but the right moment for it to come out would show itself and that moment just hadn’t come yet. 

The two of you had been at his home in London for a few days now, still having a few days yet to relax together before he had to fly to LA for some meetings. You would not be accompanying him as you had things going on here so you were spending every second together possible until he had to leave. 

Today you both decided to bake some cookies. It had been a lazy morning after breakfast, curled up on the couch watching some Nicholas Sparks romantic comedy that he had chosen. You had mentioned that cookies sounded good so after getting dressed, the the two of you made a trip to the grocery store and stocked up on all the needed items to make multiple batches of cookies. 

“No, love,” Harry reprimanded, taking the wrong size measuring cup from your hand. “This one.” He exchanges the wrong for the right, pressing a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth. 

“That’s the one I meant.” You mutter, reaching for the ingredient you were about to add. “I know what I’m doing, Haz.” He laughs and nods, reaching over to wrap an arm around your hips, pulling you against him as you pout the ingredients into the bowl in front of you. 

“I know wha’ I’m doing betteh though.” You sense his smirk after he speaks this so you turn your head to see that face of his, your eyes narrowed. “After all.. I used to be a ba-” You drop the measuring cup and bring your hand up to cover his mouth before he could even finish that sentence. 

“You mutter that phrase one more time around me and I swear you’ll never see the light of day again.” You see his eyes light up with the grin he so desperately wanted to let out but with your hand over his mouth still he was unable. “Got it?” He gives a nod, his eyes still alight but you move your hand none the less and there is that grin. He leans in to press a kiss to your cheek before the two of you go back to your task. 

It was after the cookies were in the oven and the two of you go about starting to clean up the mess you had made. The two of you were moving in sync with one another, working on your task at hand, getting things done. He was rinsing out the bowl and you were putting the unused ingredients away. It happened as you crossed the kitchen, the large bag of flour in your hands. You aren’t sure what your foot caught on but suddenly you were stumbling and in your panic to catch yourself and not hit the floor, you drop the bag of flour. 

“Fuck!” You exclaim right as it hits the floor. And because it’s flour, the bag promptly explodes and flour covers the entire floor .. and you. It had floated up in it’s explosion and you were consumed by a cloud of white. You began to cough just as Harry’s laugh rang out around the room. “’s’not fuckin’ funny!” You say through your coughs but he was basically doubled over, his hands on his stomach, his face turning red. 

“Oh my,” He wipes a tear away from the corner of his eye as he stands up straight, a wide grin still on that handsome face of his. “Oh, I love you.” After the words tumble from his mouth your eyes widen, as does his. He had said it, he said those three words that neither of you had dared utter yet. “I..I-i mean..” He scratches at the back of his neck, his entire face was flushed bright red and he was opening and closing his mouth, small sounds coming out but no words actually formed. 

You stand there, covered head to toe in flour, standing in a pile of it, your entire kitchen covered, but you were grinning like a fool. Harry loved you, he really really loved you. You felt you had already known that but to hear him say it, to hear those words fall from those gorgeous lips of his… it was perfect. 

“Harry,” You cut off his stammering and cross the room, taking his face in your hands. His stubble was rough against the smooth palm of your hand but you hold firm, making those green eyes meet yours as he shuts his mouth. “I love you, too.” You say these words with a wide grin, your voice a bit breathless. 

“Good.” Harry finally says, his arms wrapping around your hips as he slowly dips his face to meet yours. The kiss was so gentle, his lips barely ghosting across yours but the moment was full of such passion and love. He pulls you close, clearly not caring about the fact that you were getting white flour all over his black jeans and shirt. He lifts you a bit, your toes grazing the floor as he grins. “Been wantin’ to say that fo’ a while, really.” He confesses, setting you back down. 

“Me too.” You both share a smile before his lips press to yours more firmly, molding against yours as his hair falls into his face, tickling your cheek. You reach up as he intensifies the kiss, tangling your fingers through those curls, allowing yourself to be pulled even deeper, his tongue sliding against yours. You knew the two of you were about to show one another just how much you loved each other. 

Expedition to Sol2487-3 Pt.3

Still shocked from the total annihilation of our ship and half of our crew, whereas another one was grievously wounded and at death’s door, we retreatet into the field again.
That pitchblack winged avatar of doom wasn’t alone anymore. Hordes of them circled in the sky and stalked through the shredded pieces of our ship, scavenging the mortal remains of our crew, of our comrades, of our friends.
And there was nothing we could do about it. Even with full force, our weapons would barely harm even one of those sick bastards, let alone drive the whole flock away. So all we could do was accept, retreat and reconsider our situation - or going nuts, like Üprrkl, a Pjörecian scientist under command of Dr. Proaxl.
“We’re done for! We all gonna die! Abandon all hope, for there is no chance we’re gonna make it! Our ship - gone! Our supplies - gone! Our respiratory systems - at 35%! Our…”
It was my first mate Xato Nexgrra, who attended to him. Calmly he put his weapon away, crawled over to the shivering, babbling formerly rational man. He sat down before him, showed an understanding glimpse. And hit him full throttle with all fifteen of his whip like limbs right in his face.
“SHUT! THE HELL! UP!”
The scientist, completly taken by surprise, obeyed speechless while rubbing his left face knob.

Dr. Proaxl made a harrumphing noise - how exactly, without a throat, has kept me riddling ever since. I apologised to her.
“I’m afraid one of the ship operating squad under my command laid a hand - or fifteen - on one of your squad members. It shall not repeat.”
“Oh, you shouldn’t apologise. I wanted to thank you, Xato Nexgrra, for I would have slapped him myself if I had arms. It’s no help giving in to despair. We have to focus on surviving, and first in securing treatment for Loxxar Kraes. We were able to stop the bleeding for now, but he indeed won’t make it if we can’t prevent an inflammation of the wound and stop his pain. It’s at dangerous levels right now.”
“J-just leave me behind” coughed the wounded soldier, and it seemed to drain all virtue out of him.
“NO WAY!!!” I had to hold back an emotional shivering, for it was not my words alone, but nine out of ten of us said it in chorus, even the lower ranks went all out and ignored military discipline to decline his demand. Alone Üprrkl didn’t say anything and I didn’t care whether it wasn’t his opinion or he just had accepted to shut the hell up.
Loxxar Kraes barked stertorously and closed his eyes, but his mime told me he felt proud and gratefull of his men and the rest of us.

“Allright, we can’t stay here, we have to move to find shelter, maybe supplies or even medicine. The road is out of the question, those flying spawns of hell would tear us apart. That round fluffy thing from before was at least peaceful when we didn’t try to touch it’s food. So through the woods, it is. Praxx, Rae’krotar, you both carry Loxxar Kraes. Dr. Proaxl and her squad around you, and Xato Nexgrra at the back, Lsrl Krck and Koarl cover the sides, I’ll take the lead. I’d say we follow the course of the road, maybe we find the sentinent life form and can request their help. Weapons alltime at the ready! Let’s go!”

Our formation ranged carefully through the terrain. After some distance, Dr Proaxl closed op to me.
“Loxxar Kraes is a fine soldier. Not many could endure this level of pain that long. But we have to hurry.”
I didn’t answer, just grumbled for myself.
The doc’s nebulous body touched my arm and immediately her voice rang inside of my mind: “Do you believe it would be wise to force contact to this world’s inhabitants?”
Under normal circumstances, this violation of my personal space would be considered grievely rude both in military and social ways, and if this would be any other day, Dr. Proaxl would be the last person in the whole universe who would nonchalantly cross that line. But this was not normal, this was not every other day, and we were not a IFPS ship’s crew anymore, we were cast aways, brothers and sisters who shared a gruesome fate.
And I realised immediatly, she only asked me in mind so the others couldn’t hear it and fuel up their doubts and latent despair.
“Have we any other choice?” I thought.
I didn’t get an answer.

Time was against us, in more than one way. We all knew that Üprrkl had hit the nail on the head. And any stand - the IFPS’ standardized unit of time - brought us nearer to the end - of whatever it might be. We swapped our positions, so everyone had once to carry our wounded companion, but it did’t help the fact all of us grew hungry and tired and slowed down.

“Let’s rest. It’s no use if anyone of us broke down. 20 stands to regain some stamina.”
“Wouldn’t it be nice to have something to eat?” asked Koarl.
“I ain’t gonna touch those grains!” yelled Rae’krotar.
We had seen some shadows of what might be those fluffy round beasts or any other lifeform of this planet. But since those shadows didn’t bother to come closer to us, we had no mentionable encounter since the disaster with our ship. And we intended to keep it that way, so we took some detours to avoid getting too near to any scattered grains crossing our path.
“Guys…”
It was Üprrkl. Xato Nexgrra’s slapping had shut him up for quite the time, but eventually he started to murmur his “we gonna die, we gonna starve, we gona suffocate” again and no one had the virtue to slap him again - at least hard enough so it would have any effect. So we decided to ignore him.
“Guys!!!….”
“Just what the heck is your probl… oh.”
“Seems like we gonna be the food.”
Behind our backs, two glowing yellow eyes glanced through the long shadows of the streaks. As I could recall, they were even bigger than that winged black bastard’s ones, and both of them starred at us simultaniously, frontal. The black pupils were narrow slits, and in the cornea we could see our own reflections.
“Those eyes are aligned to create two overlapping fields of view, capable of exact depth perception. It’s a predator!” proclaimed Üprrkl. What an unnecessary piece of information. As if those fangs and claws wouldn’t be self-explanatory. The body of the creature, probaply even bigger than the black flying monsters, huddled up, not in a defending way, but to prepare for a jumping attack. Even if you could only assume the whole size - most of it was covered by the shadows - one could tell the attack was imminent.

Suddenly, the earth shattered.
“KI…KI…KI..HE…KI…KI…KI…” It was a deafening noise, followed by an earthquake. And another one. And another.
“Those are steps!” screamed Üprrkl. Oh I began to hate his constantly uttering of the obvious.
The monster ceased preparing his attack and looked up to the sky. Up to it’s full size and coming one step into the light, it was so frickin’ huge it could have swallod one of us at whole. But there was something even more frickin’ Xaleates damn huge bursting through the tops of the cultivated grass: A giant! A frickin’ gigantic giant! With a head taller than a mountain and limbs longer than our former ship’s supply tunnels, with five appendices at their ends, forming grotesk claws like parts of construction site vehicles.
“AH…THE…U…R…IT… TI… TO… GO… HO…”
The gigantic limb reached for the “smaller” monster’s neck and pulled it upwards. The “little” monsters hung like a sack, obviously devote to its unavoidable fate.
The giant lifted the monster to its breast and hold it firm, then it threw its glance onto us. Parallel eyes! A predator like nothing comparable in the universe!
“OH… IT… U…! I… SA… UR… SHI… CRA… AN… TRY… TO… HE… U… BUT… U… WE… GO…” growled the giant. We were to frightened to move just a single limb, let allone run away. Only Dr. Proaxl - who hadn’t limbs - could move. And she went straight up to the giant, levitating right to his head.
“No! Doctor!” I screamed, but she ignored me.
The giant stared at her with wide opened eyes, studiing its prey to the fullest.
Dr. Proaxl had now reached its head, passed the enormous jaw with teeth big like daggers, meant to crush anything between it. Then she went straight for a single prominent knob in the middle of the giant’s face - and touched it.
The pupils of the giant widened vastly as Dr. Proaxl entered its mind.
“Oh, what pleasant surprise!” her voice chimed down to us. “It’s this world’s  sentinent inhabitant. It’s willing to help us. And it’s a pup.”

sun’s out, fun’s out

Summary: the Barnes family spend the day at the beach || FLUFF || bucky x reader

Warnings: none, just cuteness

Notes: inspired by @retroasgardian trying to kill me with cute headcanons; here we have Bucky with three kids - Samuel Grant (who goes by Grant), Anna Margaret, and little Rebecca Natalia.

I might make a dad!bucky series idk, who would want that?

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Slow Ride

Yeah, you all should have known this was coming… They don’t call me Cowgirl for nothing…

(This gif was made by my gorgeous friend Pam @saucynewf - and is being used with her permission)

Holy. Shit.

Seriously, how much is a girl supposed to take? You share rooms with these guys, watch them walk around half-dressed, banter back and forth with them. You take Dean’s suggestive, flirty comments and respond in kind, telling yourself it’s all part of your friendship.

And then he does this.

Of all things, a mechanical bull. You thought those things died out with Urban Cowboy. But now, as you stand watching with your jaw clenched, and your nails digging into your palms, and your thighs clamped together, Dean is riding the fuck out of Larry, the centerpiece of the bar you went into for the sole reason of grabbing some burgers.

You can’t tear your eyes from him as his body sways, looking like he’s part of that saddle. The muscles of his thighs are tight, holding firm, his torso lean and lithe as he moves with it, sinuous and sexy as hell. One arm waves above his head, giving him the balance he needs, the other bicep bunched and bulging beneath the plaid shirt, unbuttoned at the front to allow your eyes to cruise over where his t-shirt clings to his pecs, his ribs, his belly.

“Do you know him?” the waitress whispers, and you nod, your lips parted and your eyes glued to Dean as the ride ends, and he slowly lowers himself back, sprawled and smiling. “Lucky you,” she says, turning to go back to work, and you blow out a breath, closing your mouth and lowering your eyes.

Air. You need some air.

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Klance stuff part 4 (Red and Blue edition)

(They communicate by feeding ideas into the paladin’s brains so no talking out loud here whatsoever for them lions)

• Sometimes Lance’s homesickness is so strong, Blue gets worried and would relay the feeling to Red and the other lions so they can mind communicate it to the team somewhere in the castle.

• Keith would always be the first to find him.

• Red would always save Keith whenever he’s in trouble or hurting but she also makes him feel guilty about not being careful by making him feel the team’s worry and fear through the lions especialy Lance’s.

• Red and Blue would sometimes talk about the wedding.

• Sometimes Green and Yellow would pitch in. Black wants all of them to have flower crowns on each head. She wants pink, baby blue and purple hues on hers.

• Red: What is a flower girl? we didnt have that on altea. Do we make a famale wear a flower costume?
Blue: Would Dear Pidge be a good flower girl, Green?
Green: I would bet my left arm she would eject herself into space before u could ask.

• When Lance and Keith were still pining, they would either find Blue sitting/cuddling together with red and vice versa and they STILL wouldnt get it.

• Red once got so frustrated that when Lance went to her for secret bonding time, she picked him up and hurled him at Keith. (Keith actually held out his hands to catch him cos he’d be damned if he let Lance get hurt)

• They both stayed hugging on the floor a bit longer than necessary until finally akwardly standing up and dashing to opposite exits with red faces.

• Blue congratulated Red on that move but it still wasnt enough so she went to grumbling in frustration while Blue tries to calm her down.

• Lance once called Keith in for dinner while Keith was doing maintenace checks in Red’s cockpit.

• She trapped them both in there while turning up the heat until Lance couldnt take it anymore and took off his jacket and shirt. Keith fainted. Lance assumed he was overheated and panicked. They got out.

• Blue did the same. Keith’s not good with the cold so Lance had to wrap him up in his jacket to keep him from shivering but ended up shivering as well.

• Until Keith quietly suggested it was ok to share body heat so they awkwardly wrapped each other in their arms until Blue finally gave up after an hour. (She wont risk freezing them to death for this)

• The other lions would feel the frustrations the other paladins feel for these two pining idiots so they sometimes chip in on helping out Red and Blue.

• Green was the one to telepathicaly disable the elevators one time.

• Yellow turned off the antigravity switch in the hangar once and they got to see Lance and Keith desperately holding on to each others hands so the other wont float away until help came.

• They argued who’s fault it was after that thinking that the other’s face was red because they were mad.

• Black can only sympathize with Shiro and shake her head in disappointment in time with him.

• Red really likes Lance, she really does but she’s still a bit bitter about past Lance flirting with every alien girl and making her baby jealous so she’s still a lil shit to him sometimes.

• Keith would sometimes sit in front of Red in the dead of the night worrying she wouldn’t want him to be her paladin someday because of his galra heritage.

• The feeling of a lifetime of loneliness and isolation would shake her so much she would accidentaly send signals of it directly to Lance waking him up and wondering why he’s crying.

• Blue once got angry at an alien trying to take (almost forcing) Lance home with him/her during a celebratory party. She physically intervened by stomping her paw in front of them and growled menacingly.

• Lance got a lil shook too and tried to calm her down after the the alien left running. “C-calm down girl I wasn’t going with them, t-they were telling me where Keith went but I guess they had different plans… thanks for helping me buddy…”

*during parties or supply runs Keith avoids being anywhere near Lance. See why in part 3*

• Blue relayed Lance’s longing feeling to Red back at the castle so she lifts Keith up and throws him out not letting him into the castle.

• With no choice he goes to the party dreading to see what he thinks he’s gonna see (Lance all over an alien girl/guy) only for Lance to find him first. “Dude! Where have you been?! Ive been looking all over for you jesus. The Poltanarks are taking pictures! You gotta be in there cmooon.”

• Keith will never forget how firm Lance’s hold on his wrist was throughout the night like Lance was scared he was gonna disappear again.

• When Lance and Keith finally got together, Blue and Red did a sublte high five. (that night, Red snuck out and scouted the 7 foot alien that was bullying her baby *see part 3*. By morning the alien was groveling for forgiveness at the castle doors.)

part 1

part 2

part 3

I’ll take what’s left of you

The wonderful orenjimaru (I put a link because it refuses to tag) drew a fabulous piece with Jack and Gabriel on Tumblr and Twitter

Which inspired me to write this:


Gabriel visited the one Angela called ‘Jack’ every time he was at the watchpoint.

It had taken her weeks to relent and let him inside, she thought his intentions malicious, but that was to be expected. A cancer was growing inside of Overwatch and it was Gabriel’s job to snuff it out. However, that didn’t mean he wasn’t at the top of the list in ‘persons of interest’.

The first time he visited, it was for a routine check-up and the large, bubbling tube of green liquid caught his eye from the exam room. He had migrated to it like a bug to a light, booted footsteps heavy against Angela’s tile floor.

Jack’ was a sight to behold.

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Making Out With GOT7

Jaebum

  • presses you up against the nearest wall
  • hands either side of your head
  • teasing kisses to begin with
  • lots of lip biting

Originally posted by allkpopper

Mark

  • hands rest on your hips before they move up to grab your waist and pull you closer
  • gentle kisses
  • slow but very passionate
  • moves down to kiss your neck when you eventually pull away

Originally posted by mayfifolle

Jackson

  • wraps his arms around your waist and holds you closely
  • smiles into the kiss
  • always breathes out small ‘i love you’s
  • his lips are gentle but you know that once he gets going he’ll get rougher

Originally posted by jack777

Jinyoung

  • once you’re pinned underneath him, you’re not getting away
  • his hands hold yours down so that you can’t touch him or move away
  • his lips tease you, kissing anywhere but your lips, until you beg him
  • rough kisses
  • sucks and bites your bottom lip to hear your moans

Originally posted by jypnior

Youngjae

  • loves making out in bed
  • hands caress your face
  • his tongue is gentle but desperate at the same time
  • whines when you try and pull away

Originally posted by iamlatinaandilovekpop

Bambam

  • rough
  • has a firm hold on your ass
  • a lot of tongue
  • loves hearing you moan
  • lip biting

Originally posted by jiaerrs

Yugyeom

  • can be really shy but not when you get him going
  • pulls you on to his lap so that he can hold your hips tightly
  • quite sloppy and rushed
  • lips bites

Originally posted by magiccastles

regardless of realm...

I set out to write something and it turned into smut, and it got a bit filthy, so well, here you go. Some references to spoilers ahead… (2400 words, very M) AO3


He’s been gone for just a few hours and she’s already wondering if letting him go was the right choice. Tracing her fingers over the books on Killian’s shelf in his cabin, Emma thinks of what Henry excitedly explained to them, about wanting to explore these other stories and someday find his own.

“So, do you think there are different versions of you out there in other realms?”

“Pardon, love?”

“Captain Hook, he’s a fairy tale character, so there could be other versions of you, you know?”

Looking up from his task of sharpening his hook, Killian lifts his eyebrow and flashes a dashing smile.

“I’d like to think I’m one of a kind, Swan…”

Emma laughs, her boots shuffling across the wood as she crosses to him, her hands coming to rest on his lapels as she nudges her hips between his spread legs. He leans further back into his desk to accommodate her, the mischievous twinkle in his eye sparking with immediate heat at her closeness.

“I’m serious. If Henry’s right and there are other realms with the same characters and similar stories, there could be many different Captain Hooks out there.”

“I suppose it’s possible, love. Even if we look at our history and the adventures we’ve had, you’ve met quite a few versions of me so far. Hell, there was even a time you had the pleasure of being with two of me at once.”

The animated eyebrow wiggle he gives her at that memory has her playfully flicking his earlobe, but she still leans in to give him a quick kiss.

“Ah, a memory you obviously enjoy, I see…” Killian mumbles against her lips, his head moving forward to chase her mouth as she pulls away with a smile.

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Got7: First kiss.

~Request: Can you make a got7 boyfriend first kiss please ? 

~Also, this is kinda long.

Jaebum:  

It happened on your second date with Jaebum. As he walked you to your door, you noticed he had this big grin on his face (gif).

“Why are you smiling like that?” you asked.

“I just..I really like you Y/N,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. You smiled widely and blushed. He breathed deeply and stepped closer to you. He ran his hands down your arms and took yours in his when he reached them. You looked up at him just before he leaned in and kissed your lips firmly. He pulled away after a few seconds and stroked your cheek with his right hand.

“Goodnight Y/N,” he chuckled, letting his hand slip as he turned and walked away. You shook your head, grinning like an idiot.

Jaebum doesn’t seem like the type of guy to wait around, so I definitely see him going for the first kiss on like the second or third date. He’d be gentle but firm. He’d either hold your hands, cup your face or rest his hands on your waist. He’d make it memorable though by saying something cutesy before it or maybe after it. It’d be a really good kiss.

Mark:

You’d been dating for a little over a month and hadn’t kissed yet. You were getting a bit impatient but didn’t want to push him in case he thought it was too soon. You were in the dorms one day and the two of you decided to watch a movie and you offered to go make popcorn. As you were getting up, you leaned down and pecked Mark’s cheek then continued walking to the kitchen like nothing happened. You peaked around the doorframe and laughed at how blushy and shy he was. You got the popcorn and made your way back to your previous spot on the couch beside Mark. 

“Em..what was that for?” he asked shyly and glanced up at you.

“What was what for?” you countered innocently and shoved a handful of popcorn into your mouth.

“The kiss,” he said quietly. You swallowed what was in your mouth and shrugged.

“What, am I not allowed to kiss you?” you teased.

“It’s not that. I just wanted to kiss you before you kissed me,” he said and you smiled, putting the popcorn on the table and moving closer to him.

“Mark that wasn’t a kiss, it was a peck. So technically, neither of us have ‘kissed’ the other yet,” you reassured him with a small smile that he mirrored. His eyes fell down to your lips then back up to meet yours. You raised your eyebrows expectantly and he leaned in slowly, cupping your right cheek with his hand. Your eyes fluttered shut simultaneously and your lips met his in a soft, sweet kiss. You smiled into the kiss and wrapped an arm around his neck. Seconds passed and he pulled away reluctantly.

“Well that was certainly worth the wait,” you laughed as you leaned in to kiss him again.

Mark would take his time. He’d have you thinking he’d never kiss you. You might have to take matters into your own hands but he’d probably prefer to be the one to initiate the kiss. It’d be a really sweet, soft and gentle kiss with a slight hint of hesitation. Mark would either cup your cheek or face with his hand(s) or have a hand on the back of your neck. It’d be such a cute kiss and would leave both of you feeling all warm and fuzzy.

Jackson:

5th date of your courtship with Jackson Wang and he took you out for ice cream. You were sitting across from each other, laughing and talking as you ate. He suddenly started giggling quietly to himself, his eyes fixed on your face. You furrowed your brows in confusion.

“What?” you asked.

“You’ve got some ice cream there,” he said gesturing to the corner of your mouth. You blushed and reached up to wipe it away but Jackson grabbed your hand.

“I’ve got a better idea,” he said with a cheeky grin and mischievous glint in his eye. He leaned across the table, grabbing your chin gently and tilting your head upwards slightly. He kissed you and moved his lips against yours, thus removing the ice cream from the corner of your mouth. He pulled away and immediately fell into a fit of giggles at your rose tinted cheeks and red tipped ears.

“Ah Y/N! You’re so cute,” he giggled as he kissed your forehead. 

Jackson would want to wait for the right moment. Whether that came early on or later didn’t really matter to him. He’d find an excuse or ‘logical’ reason to kiss you. It’d be sweet and playful but firm. He’d grab your chin or the back of your neck or pull you flush against him by your waist. It’d be a good kiss and would certainly leave you a bit dazed afterwards.

Jinyoung: 

The two of you were laying next to each other on your bed, just talking about everything and anything. You were laughing at a story he’d told you about his members and he was looking over at you adoringly. You glanced at him and blushed when you found him looking at you. Before you could say anything, Jinyoung had his left hand on your hip and his right by your head supporting him as he loomed over you. Your eyes met and you both grinned sheepishly. He leaned down and captured your lips in a soft yet passionate kiss. Your arms wound around his neck and the kiss deepened. Time slipped by and eventually you broke apart purely for the reason that you both needed oxygen. He smiled down at you sweetly then kissed your forehead before rolling back onto the bed. 

Timing wouldn’t really be a thing that Jinyoung would think about. When it happened, it happened. He’d be more passionate about it than the others and would let it carry on so the kiss wouldn’t be just a peck. His hands would be either on your waist or the small of your back or maybe one on your waist and one cupping your cheek. It’d start off as a soft kiss but would soon deepen and get more passionate. It’d be the kind of kiss that leaves you breathless.

Youngjae: 

You’d always found Youngjae’s shyness endearing and cute but you also knew you’d have to take the lead when it came to any form of skinship or relationship stuff, well most of it at least. After Youngjae attempted to kiss your cheek but just ended up laughing awkwardly in your ear instead, you decided to take matters into your own hands.

You were in a park, walking hand in hand and talking about everything that had happened in your respective lives since that last time you’d spoken. As you were walking, Youngjae caught sight of a playground. He headed straight for it with you in tow. You laughed fondly as you watched him make a mad dash for the swing set and launch himself onto one of the swings. He looked over at you with his signature sunshine smile.

“Y/N! Hurry up!” he called and you jogged over to him. You sat on the swing beside him and you two resumed talking as you both started swinging. The day had faded into evening and you’d both stilled your swings. ‘Well now’s as good a time as any,’ you thought to yourself as you got off your swing. You walked over to Youngjae and stood in front of him, your hands on the chains of the swing. He continued talking but blushed profusely. You smiled softly and leaned down to his level. Youngjae immediately started giggling.

“What are you doing Y/N?” he asked between giggles.

“You’ll see,” you smirked and leaned in. Youngjae’s eyes widened as yours closed and you kissed him gently. He smiled and closed his eyes, moving his hands to your waist. When you pulled away, he looked up at you with adoring eyes and the biggest smile humanly possible.

“Thank you,” he whispered softly and you both laughed.

“Did you really just thank me for kissing you Choi Youngjae?” you laughed and he poked your sides gently, laughing with you. Now a bit more confident, he leaned up and kissed you, pulling you closer by your waist.

Youngjae is so adorably shy and awkward, there’s very little chance of him being able to work up the nerve to kiss you without you having kissed him first. Initiating the kiss would be kinda awkward but the kiss itself would be really sweet and gentle. He’d probably only put his hands on your waist at first and would just let you take the lead. It’d be one cute kiss though and you’d both be shy afterwards.  

BamBam: 

You always found it funny how Bambam acted so arrogant and self-assured when you knew how he really was. You knew he was just an adorable goofy dork. And today was no exception. You were sitting next to him on your couch, smiling adoringly at him as he animatedly described something one of the 97′ liners had done. He was getting so into telling the story and you found it so cute that you couldn’t resist leaning over and pecking his cheek. He froze mid-sentence (gif) and turned to you with wide eyes and a slightly smug smile.

“I’m just too irresistible aren’t I?” he smirked as you blushed slightly and rolled your eyes.

“Wow Bambam, great job. You’ve ruined the mo-” You were cut off by his kiss. His hands ghosted down your sides and came to rest on your hips. He pulled you closer and you wrapped your arms around his neck. Your fingers found their way his hair and you entwined them with his locks. Bambam smiled softly into the kiss then pulled away but kept a firm hold on you.

“You really like my hair, don’t you?” he laughed as you scoffed and shook your head with a smile. You merely nodded then looked back at him. The way he was looking at you made you feel like you were the most precious thing on earth and you felt your heart swell as he blushed before looking away shyly. A blushing Bambam was a rare sight and you loved that you had that affect on him. 

The kiss would happen when it happens. Whether it was initiated by him or his partner wouldn’t really matter to him all that much. It would be a sweet and playful kiss, that would definitely bring out his shyer side. His hands would probably be at your waist or he might wrap his arms around you. It would be accompanied by a cute lead up and a cuddle session afterwards, all contributing to a memorable first kiss.

Yugyeom:

Yugyeom decided that today was the day. After weeks of his hyungs hyping him up, he’d finally decided it was about time he kissed you. And sweet Jesus he was nervous. You’d noticed he seemed a little off during dinner but put it down to tiredness and stress. You knew something was up when he walked straight past the café where you always went for dessert.

“Yugyeom, where are you going?” you asked in confusion. He grinned at you sheepishly as he slid his hand into yours and wove your fingers together. Okay, now you were really confused. Yugyeom hadn’t held your hand like that in public before. You looked up at him and he winked at you cheekily before he began walking again, pulling you along behind him by your hand. You walked on for a while and soon you recognised your surroundings. ‘Why is he taking me to the dorms?’ you wondered, more intrigued than before. Eventually, you reached the dorm and Yugyeom pulled you inside then shut the door behind you. The first thing you noticed was the soft music that replaced the usual bustle of the place. You turned away from the door and gasped. 

The living room was illuminated by soft fairy lights strung from the ceiling’s corners. The coffee table had been replaced by a fluffy blanket and a multitude of throw pillows. The blanket was littered with boxes of your favourite pastries and cakes from the café, accompanied by your usual drink and Yugeom’s side by side in the centre of the blanket. You smiled, almost giddy with happiness.

“Happy one month anniversary Y/N,” Yugyeom said from behind you. You turned back to him and hugged him. He giggled at your cuteness and hugged you back. You pulled away slightly to look at him.

“This is so sweet Yugyeom. You really didn’t have to do all this,” you said softly and Yugyeom’s bright smile dimmed slightly.

“Do you not like it?” he asked worriedly.

“I love it Yugyeom. Really, I do. Thank you,” you reassured as his face light up instantly and he blushed. He led you over to the blanket and you sat down next to each other.

*** 

After eating one to many baked goods, you and Yugyeom were telling each other random childhood stories. You both leaned towards each other as you laughed. The laughter died down when you realised how close you were. Yugyeom’s eyes darted from yours to your lips and he licked his nervously. He took a deep breath and leaned in closer to you. Your breath hitched as his became uneven.

“Can I kiss you?” he whispered and you nodded more eagerly than you meant to. He chuckled lowly then closed the short distance between you two, capturing your lips in a sweet kiss.

Yugyeom would be the one to plan it out. He’d do something really cute and romantic to set the mood before the kiss. He would want to make it perfect as it would very likely be his first but mainly because it would be his first with his partner. After having an amazing date beforehand, the kiss itself would just happen naturally. It would be a very sweet kiss. 

~A/N~ I really loved writing this. I love these kinds of requests; they’re so cute. Requests for ships are now closed but requests for everything else are open so, feed the inbox!

-ous

Aries: Pulchritudinous ∞ Having great physical beauty 

Taurus: Tenacious ∞ Adamant, keeping a firm hold of something

Gemini: Felicitous ∞ Please and fortunate, well-suited to the circumstances

Cancer: Dolorous ∞ Feeling or expressing great sorrow 

Leo: Zealous ∞ Having or showing great energy in pursuit of something

Virgo: Conscientious ∞ Wishing to do what is right, especially in work or duty

Libra: Fugacious ∞ Tending to disappear, fleeting

Scorpio: Contumacious ∞ Stubbornly disobedient to authority 

Sagittarius: Extemporaneous ∞ Spoke or done with a lack of preparation 

Capricorn: Efficacious ∞ Successful in producing the intended result 

Aquarius: Serendipitous ∞ Occurring by chance in a happy way

Pisces: Ingenious ∞ Clever, original, inventive 

Mad: Part 13

Originally posted by younggjaebum

“We’re all a little crazy on the inside, some are just better at hiding it than others.”

Warning: Contains smut, violence and tense situations in some chapters

Teaser  Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9  Part 10  Part 11 Part 12

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Still in Love

Hi! Hope you’ll enjoy this short one shot. It’s a request based on the song “Somebody that I used to know” by Gotye. It’s only loosely inspired by it though, the song is despite its lyrics rather upbeat while I imagine this story to be set in a sadder atmosphere. 

Plot: H and Y/N used to have a bond until they cut each other out of their lives.

Warnings: None.

Gorgeous picture isn’t mine.

Harry found himself unable to look away. All his eyes could see was me, just as if my frame was the magnet to his attention. It was as though I wasn’t surrounded by a mass of people in a barely lit room and thick, humid air. His gaze was only drawn to me because to him I was illuminated. The air around me glowed. I might as well have stood in an empty room or lain in his bed, his attention couldn’t have been on me any more.

Harry’s jaw tensed. The sweet taste of the soft-drink on his tongue and the loud music blasted through the big speakers would normally have his shoulders relaxed and his body moving along to the rhythm. He would be enjoying his night out with friends and colleagues. But this time he couldn’t.
If anything Harry hadn’t ever been this tense whilst partying before. The tips of his fingers twitched, his lips were raw from his teeth pulling and biting into them and his hair was a mess.

All of which he truly could not understand.
How was Harry’s mind so incapable of finding an escape from the worry and slight fear his body was tormented with? Ever since he’d noticed me singing along to the music and laughing with my head thrown back and dancing in the middle of the floor, his blood had turned to ice and his skin heated.
His eyes followed the movements of my hips swinging, feet jumping and arms raising. The tip of his tongue pressed against his teeth when he noticed my exposed neck and collarbones and his skin prickled.
Harry’s stomach turned with guilt because he really shouldn’t be giving me that kind of attention. I wasn’t his after all. Not even as a friend. Nothing.

Still, if only to make sure I was fine, his pupils continued to follow my every move and they narrowed when he noticed me stumble a little, losing my balance momentarily. It seemed as though I’d had one if not many drinks too much. He moved to get up and come to my aid before his head had even caught up with it to consciously make that decision and before it could tell him not to move.
Harry didn’t know me. Not anymore, for the matter and it was no longer his job to come to my protection either.

And still, his hands reached out to carefully nudge people out of his way and his big feet moved quickly and steady in order to reach me faster. Harry was impatient and he couldn’t have said why.
One of his friends even made the effort to call after him, truly surprised at his sudden movements, but went silent the moment he noticed who it was Harry’s gaze had found. He knew Harry hadn’t heard him, knew there was no reaching him where his head had gone.

There had once been a time when Harry and I would lose ourselves in the other. When the whole room could feel our connection as though an electric energy was caused by it. The house could have erupted into flames, the room flooded by water or the earth broken open - we wouldn’t have noticed. Not when our fingers touched the others skin, if only momentarily. We would have eyes only for the other, words meant for no one else to hear and in truth Harry missed it as much as I longed for those times to come back.

I turned around when I heard him say my name for the first time in over a year. My blood was frozen, my skin light on fire and my heart flattered in my chest as if it tried to fly away. In my hurry and desperation to see him I lost my balance once more and stumbled into his chest rather forcefully. My stomach dropped at the sight of his beautiful features and a smile forced itself onto my lips.

Harry. He visibly hadn’t changed at all and lost nothing of his beauty.

“Harry.” My voice was shaking but fierce, with no doubt in its tone at all.

He chuckled quietly with the softest smile on his face while his hands found my rips to rest on hesitantly. Though his hold was firm, it was a gesture meant to steady me, keep me from falling and getting hurt, but oh if it didn’t weaken my knees even further. And I fell. Metaphorically speaking.

“Hi,” he hummed, his face leant in so his lips were near my ear. I shuddered when his warm breath fanned my skin. His hands brought me closer to him. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” I replied cheerfully, my arms raising to rest on top of his shoulders with a wide smile. The embarrassment I felt when my voice broke was over quickly and though Harry’s smile told me he’d noticed, it was alright. The kind expression he wore and the alcohol numbing my brain were relaxing me enough to not blush at the uncommon closeness between us.

Maybe the lack of a barrier between us had become something unfamiliar, but when my fingers found the back of his neck and his soft curls to play with, I felt at home. He was truly here, in my arms. The softness of his strands was too addictive to let go of again. I normally wouldn’t have ever dared to be handsy with him, which of course didn’t mean that I didn’t long to be. Touching your ex’s hair and embracing his shoulders after not having seen him in 14 months wasn’t exactly what was considered a great idea, was it?

But Harry wasn’t really any ex. We’d never been an exclusive couple, never went on a date or got around to be introduced to parents. Harry and I were… in the lack of a better word Friends with benefits. It started one night mostly as a half drunken mistake and then continued until our relationship had transformed into something more. We’d hook up occasionally when we were in need for relief, then when we were in need of a shoulder to lean on and then when we were in need to be near each other. Our feelings for each other heightened and grew in strength until when we were in public and somebody asked what we were, neither of us knew what to say anymore. The term friends didn’t suffice, fuck-buddies sounded too meaningless.
So we avoided a label all together which was what had brought us to an end.

“Are you okay?” I asked him, trying to adapt a neutral tone. My brows knitted together and I observed his face closely, wanting to be sure he wouldn’t lie. Harry didn’t drink often, hardly ever got properly drunk. I feared he’d changed since we’d last spoken.

Harry nodded though his gaze darkened. Instinctively my hold on his locks tightened in fear he’d pull away.

“I’m good,” Harry muttered, coming closer once more so he could talk into my ear, “But I’ll be even better if you let me take you home.”

My stomach dropped and I let out a shocked gasp. He flinched when I shifted, almost tumbling once more and frowned at me trying to pull away.

“You sure are forward, aren’t you,” I joked half heartily, my voice doing a poor job at covering up the surprise.

Harry’s eyes widened, his head catching up to what he’d said.

“S'not what I mean!” Harry stressed, “M'not trying- Y/N you know m'not that sleazy. Was a stupid way of phrasing and-”

“Harry,” I laughed, “I know. Didn’t sound like you for a minute so I know you didn’t intend it.”

My hands ran down his shoulders and squeezed his arms. “But why do you want me to come with you?

The green of his orbs sparkled and my gaze dropped to the pink of his pillow lips. "Because I really miss you.”

….

His room looked nothing like I remembered. And that saddened me. The soft blue colored sheets, sheets I’d loved to sleep in due to their unbelievable softness had been replaced by plain white ones. Where once the stacks of books we used to read in to one another before falling asleep had been on his nightstand, was now a quartet of scented candles. I frowned and stepped closer. I’d kept up with what he’d been up to and had only rolled my eyes at his newly discovered obsession with candles, but now that I stood right in front of four my fingers twitched.

Orange. Lavender. Hibiscus. Almond.

“Is water okay? I can make you a tea if you want. Think I even got your favorite somewhere.”

Harry stood in the doorway, watching me with a mixed expression I found difficult to read. But I understood. It must have looked as strange to him as it felt for me, given that the last time I’d been in this exact bedroom we’d both been crying our hearts out.

“Water is fine,” I replied with a hesitant smile, “Thank you.”

His feet were slow when he approached me and the invitation to sit on his bed was spoked low. Any confidence Harry had shown back in the bar was lost, just like my bravery was wearing off with the remains of alcohol leaving my system. The more I sobered up, the stranger the whole situation became to me.

“Please, don’t get sick,” Harry requested quietly, whilst helping me sit down on his bed. I could only assume he was reading my pale cheeks and discomfort as a sign of too much alcohol in my blood. “Got new sheets.”

“I noticed.” The disappointment was evident in my voice and I forced a smile to cover it up, “And I’m alright.”

Why were the sheets gone? It was silly to feel nostalgic about them, but why hadn’t he kept the material we’d spent hours of sleeping under? Where we’d made plans, confessed dreams and caused giggles to fill the room? Had he thrown them away just like that and replaced them by silly blue ones? How could he?

“Where are they?”

“Who?” his face wore an expression of pure confusion.

I let my fingers touch the top of his mattress. It felt wrong. Not even half as soft as it used to be. “The sheets.”

Harry didn’t reply which was answer enough. I hissed and shook my head. My heart was heavy with a sudden sadness I couldn’t explain and knew was stupid. There was no reason for me to feel crushed over the loss of some blue material I hadn’t lain on in a long time. He’d made a decision I had no place being angry about.

Sensing my crushed feelings Harry shifted beside me, his arms ached to reach out and embrace me but his mind burned with questions he needed answers for.

“Why didn’t you ever call, Y/N?”

We weren’t avoiding the awkwardness, then. We wouldn’t dance around the uncomfortable feelings. My chest moved and my lungs filled with fresh air. One thing I appreciated about Harry was his bravery, one I never possessed. He wasn’t afraid of tackling the difficult conversations.

“I can’t remember how many nights I stayed up staring at my phone with hopes I could never fully let go of.”

“I needed space,” I explained weakly, “Needed to clear my head.”

We sat so close next to each other his knee brushed mine and though it was only a small touch, my eyes could not look away from it. His body heat easily radiated off of me, awakening every cell of my body and speeding up the rhythm of my heart. I wanted more, wanted to be reminded what it felt like to hold him right.

“Clear it from me?” Harry’s quiet voice was laced with sadness, “You shut me out of your life. As if you tried to make it like I’d never touched it.”

Contradicting his words, Harry’s hand found my thigh, giving it an entirely non sexual squeeze, one that let me know he wasn’t angry. My hand pressed on top of his and I looked up to meet his eyes.

“You know what I felt for you, Harry.”

He nodded. “Which is just why I don’t understand.”

It’d been him who’d broken us off. Well, whatever “us” had meant. His solo career had been in its beginnings and he knew he’d need to be free to travel for it, work an impossible amount of hours and be available to anyone always. Anyone, aside form me.

Going solo meant he was busy and that meant that any feelings for him I had developed, did not have any place.
Harry cared for me, wanted me and desired to keep me close, but at the same time he knew that if he let us strengthen our bond even more, we would eventually suffer a heart break. Our connection wasn’t meant to be, not at that time anyway.

“I began to miss you so terribly the moment you closed the door behind you,” I breathed.

Watching him walk out of my apartment was a sight I knew I’d never forget. No matter how many promises of keeping in touch, staying friends and wanting to remain close had been made, I was sure we both knew they were void of true meaning.

Harry had touched my heart. How could I look into his eyes after having been rejected?

I whimpered when his body turned to face mine and shuddered when his hand fount my neck, gently turning my head so I looked up at him.
Harry’s brows were knitted together while his eyes pleaded with mine. My lips parted and my head spun when my own palms found their place on his shoulders, only centimeters away from his collarbones. I yearned to touch his skin.

“But that doesn’t mean you had to cut me off like that,” he whispered.

“Your fear of perhaps not having enough time for me didn’t mean you had to deny us any chance either,” I countered, arching one eyebrow at him.

Relief overcame me when a smile pulled at the corner of his lips and I felt some of the tension in the room shift. “That is true, I suppose.”

His thumb gently caressed the skin of my cheek before trailing along my jaw. Harry shook his lovely head, making his slightly disheveled hair fall into his face. “And both happened despite that I loved you.”

There it was again. The buzz in the air. I moved further up to sit in a crossed legged position across from him, both of my hands still pressed flat to his chest and his eyes closed when the tips of my fingers dared finding the unbuttoned part of his shirt where his warm skin was accessible.

I hummed, a shy smile on my lips.

“You know,” I began in a whisper, “your choice of candles lets me hope there is no past tense to your feelings.”

His nose brushed my cheek and his mouth kissed my shoulder.

My voice shook as I went on: “They are, after all, the scent of the cookies I always made for you, the soap of mine you used to hate and the oil I used to massage your shoulders with when you were stressed.”

A low moan fell from his mouth at the memory and my eyes fell shut.

“And what’s the last scent for?” he asked.

My body was pushed back to lie flat on his mattress and I welcomed him with open arms who finally got to hold him tight again.

“It’s the smell of my hair,” I whispered into the shell of his ear, whimpering when his lips pressed warm kisses to the bare exposed skin of my collarbones. “My shampoo.”

“Maybe s'not in the past tense then,” Harry murmured, grunting when my legs found the familiar place around his hips, “Maybe I still love you.”

“That would be nice,” I gasped when he pressed himself closer against my skin and wanted to cry because it still wasn’t enough.

“Would it?”

“Yes,” my hold tightened, “because I’m as in love with you as I was the day I told you for the first time.”

Hope you liked it! It’s the first story I posted since being officially 19! Ahh!! Love everyone of you who reads my stories, your support means so much. Thank you.

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anonymous asked:

OMG WHEN HARRYS LITTLE SON MEETS THE BABY FOR THE FIRST TIME

MY HEART BE STILL. Love this prompt, hope you guys are ready for some more daddy Harry. This is in the same sandbox as ‘Flower Child’. Hope you guys enjoy, keep requesting!


Harry can only think of two other times he’s been this happy and both memories involved you. The most recent being in a similar position, but with a squirmy baby boy that laid against your chest. Now his brand new baby girl laid peacefully against your bare chest as she fed, both eyes closed tight and a small fist curled possessively around your index finger.

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