for some they never went out of style

Tumblr likes wrestling?

Yes, Tumblr likes wrestling. 

To the casual channel-flipper, professional wrestling might look like base, unsophisticated brawling. If you stick around and pay attention, you’ll find out that it’s a flamboyant, convoluted opera. Also it makes for some truly excellent GIFs. Here are some wrestling Tumblrs:

Wrestling Giffer (@wrestling-giffer)

Originally posted by wrestling-giffer

If you want to gain an appreciation for the pageantry and choreography of pro wrestling, flip through this Tumblr. It’s a good mix but it’s especially fond of…collisions.


Shitloads of Wrestling (@shitloadsofwrestling)

This one’s got some really interesting nuggets of history, including the time Vince McMahon admitted pro wrestling is fake and the US government set up a Senate Democratic Task Force on Professional Wrestling.


Wrestling out of Context (@wrestlingoutofcontext​)

Originally posted by wrestlingoutofcontext

It’s wrestling, but get this: no context. If you’re not looking to learn about kayfabe and decade-long feuds but you still want to see the Strong People act goofy, this is the Tumblr for you. Look how happy the good boy is!


80′s Wrestling Pics (@80swrestlingpics​)

Originally posted by 80swrestlingpics

A lot has changed since the eighties but thank goodness those belts never went out of style.

All Mine

Originally posted by stylesinthewild

A/N: This a requested imagine about Harry getting protective with y/n when a guy starts to hit on her at a party. (Harry looks kind of annoyed in this gif but it’s really hot?? the daddy vibes got me feeling some type of way. Anyways let’s get on with it)

Warnings: Smut, a guy being pushy with a girl also PSA i did not proof read so warning you of typos, v sorry I’m tired but i want to get this out!

Word Count: 2.7k

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It was Harry’s first night back in town and you could not be more excited. As much as you loved seeing him living his dream, it was always hard to be away from him when he was on tour. All that sadness was forgotten now, as the two of you and a couple of your friends decided to go out to celebrate Harry’s return. 

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Stupid Questions

Part one if you missed it!

Synopsis: You are a new and upcoming superstar and during an interview, you get asked questions about the one and only Harry Styles. 

PREVIOUSLY: 

“Okay so this is how the stage is going to be set up, your pianist will be here, drums, violin, guitar, everything. And on Wednesday, we can rehearse. Sound good?” The producer tells you while pointing, but you couldn’t really focus on anything. All you could hear or see were those comments people left under the interview.

“Yes, thank you so much!” Stacy says, still holding your hand. You and Stacy begin to walk off the stage to go talk to the other directors. “Hey Y/N!” You hear someone call your name and when you turn around, it’s the last person you want to see.

“It’s me Harry!” He smiles and all you can do is tear up.

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Everyone knew that Harry was a cheeky person. Harry knew he was a cheeky person. He had been ever since he was young! In fact, if there was ever an award given for the world’s most cheeky person, he would win it hands-down. That is… until he met you. 

The first time he met you was at one of his meetings as a solo artist. You were the resident coffee girl, but since Harry was Harry… He asked for a green juice. Now, you were used to people asking for juices and all that, but Harry’s order was… a little over the top. (“A tropical green juice with cucumbers, cilantro, celery, kale - you can’t forget the kale - a squeeze of lime, a slice of ginger, and a splash of apple juice. But not the apple juice from the carton. Fresh apple juice.”) Obviously, you went and got him his super extra drink, but you couldn’t let him slide without some kind of teasing remark(s). 

“I never realized the Harry Styles’ go to drink was Shrek juice.” You set his drink down on the table by him, being careful not to whack his head with your tray of drinks. “You can’t get any greener than this. I’m pretty sure the juice place is out of kale because of your drink.” 

“That’s enough, Y/N.” Your boss warned, making you roll your eyes playfully and wave him off. 

“No, s’alright! A little teasing never hurts.” Harry chuckled, his eyes following you around the room as you gave everyone else their drinks. There was something special about you, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Maybe because he had never seen someone wear pineapple patterned socks in a professional workplace. 

Over time, Harry found himself becoming more and more attracted to you. It wasn’t just because of your pretty face and your interesting taste in socks, it was just… He liked everything about you. And as much as he liked you (he hadn’t realized just yet that he was quite possibly 100% in love with you) he could do without the attitude-fueled remarks sometimes. 

“Y/N! I can’t find my other sock, have yeh seen it?” Harry turned around to glance at you before returning his attention to the sock drawer. 

“Maybe it’s on your ass.” You replied, flipping through your magazine nonchalantly. Harry scowled and turned to look at you again before giving you a pointed look. 

“I don’ have time for your sassiness, love. I’ve got a meeting in half an hour and I need my lucky socks.” 

“No, seriously. It’s stuck on your ass.” You pointed out, Harry reaching behind and realizing that yes, his other sock was indeed stuck on his bottom. 

“How did that even…” Harry trailed off, shaking his head while he slipped on the other sock. “Anyways, I’ll be out for a while but I’ll bring something back for yeh? How about a juice or a coffee or something?” 

“A juice sounds nice! It’s hot today.” You nodded, tossing your magazine aside to focus your attention on him. Also because now was the perfect opportunity for a cheeky remark. 

“I could go for a juice, too. Which one did you want? Tha’ banana-strawberry one?” 

“I’m actually in the mood for a green juice today. I’d like a tropical green juice. With… cucumbers, cilantro, celery, kale - you can’t forget the kale - a squeeze of lime, a slice of ginger, and a splash of apple juice. But-”

“-not the apple juice from the carton.” Harry finished, shaking his head at you while trying his best to fight a smile. He should have seen that one coming.

Fresh apple juice.” You grinned, humming as Harry leaned down to give you a quick kiss. 

“Alright, you brat. I’ll be back with your Shrek juice.” 

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Hey look, it’s a generic neovenatorid! It’s mostly based on Neovenator itself, so I guess you could call it that.

I’m trying out some different digital colouring techniques at the moment to try and find one that I really like. I went with some sort of cell-shading-esque method on this one and I think it turned out pretty well! I’m interested to see what you guys think of this style, so let me know if you like it. Or if you think it’s a hideous style and never want to see it again. Either way is helpful.

So I got my pack of Homestuck Tarot cards.

These babies are amazing. Each card is a piece of art. They are glossy, full color paintings made by 35+ artists. Worth every penny I spent on them.


See what I mean? They are Incredibly cool. So naturally I went to the back to look at the artists to see if any of them sounded familiar. I noticed something very quickly….

Yep. Andrew Hussie drew one. Ace of Swords. So I went to check it out, thinking it might be something done in his rare art style or some bullshit that we never get to see…

Nope. Fucking nope. He copy and pasted his fucking jpeg sord on to a goddamn glossy ass full color card I paid actual money for. Imagine giving someone a tarot reading and they see this bullshit in their future. This is the only fucking card he made. He could’ve chose any fucking thing to draw and chose whatever fucking card he wanted I mean he created the goddamn webcomic but no. He fucking pasted this monstrosity on to an even shitter background. You know whats worse? The ace of s(w)ords is the first fucking card you see when you open up the box. You just handed whatpumpkin $25 of your hard earned money to buy these lovely cards but you know what you lay your eyes on first as the deck slides into your hand? a goddamn jpeg fuckign sord. i can.t hndl.e thi.s wt f he trolleD me from a.f a r i cant do thi sanymore

“A MURDER!? In my OWL EXPRESS?!”

So after doing some work I decided to use my break time to do something fun, and so asked a friend of mine on what to do. His response:

“I have found a fondness towards a certain orange character from a game coming out :D I have no idea what he is even meant to be, but he’s spikey and has no eyes, as far as I can tell o3o”

So I asked who he meant, to which he pointed me towards a trailer for A Hat in Time’s Chapter 3 character, The Conductor, which I had previously seen in a trailer (along with some awesomely addictive music). I immediately went ahead with the idea, despite never playing the game, and so I produced this.
It was surprisingly fun, especially having to experiment more with coloring styles for a game that’s very different from what I usually draw. It was a great experience, and I so can’t wait to do more!

So @taybigailsweirdheart has made the suggestion of IDWLF being about Harry and the more I think about it, the more it seems plausible.

For starters, the video is one gigantic nod to Haylor related music videos. Obviously we have the Polaroids:

but THEN it gets interesting, because after holding the Polaroids up, Zayn throws them away. 

Both the Polaroids and the paper airplane necklace were a key symbol of the Haylor relationship. And what did we have in Out of the Woods? Taylor ripping her paper airplane necklace off and throwing it off a cliff (after holding it calmly in Style, much like Zayn wistfully gazing at the Polaroids above). 

Interesting parallels.

And the already discussed dramatic-bed scenes, in which Taylor reenacts Harry’s scenes from the Perfect video (sort of)


Also the fact that the entire video was filmed in a hotel room whilst trashing it: and if you like causing trouble up in hotel rooms This could withhold some meaning.


moving onto lyrics: 

  • (Lucie already pointed this one out) If I Could Fly has the lyrics “If I could fly, I’d be coming right back home to you.” while IDWLF has these lyrics “I just wanna keep calling your name until you come back home.”  

As far as we know, Taylor and Calvin(and all of her ex-boyfriends in that matter) never lived together so this is a metaphorical house she’s talking about. Perhaps it could be a shoutout to Harry?

  • “I gave you something, but you gave me nothing. // You give me everything and nothing.
  • “I see you around in all these empty faces.” // “I say, ‘I heard that you’ve been out with some other girl.”
  • “Baby, baby, I feel crazy.” // “And in the end in wonderland, we both went mad.”


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FINALLY GOODNESS GRACIOUS

I’m FINALLY happy with this interpretation of OoT Link. I’ve always had trouble drawing him for some reason, never getting his aura(?) right, if u know what I mean. I went with a more youthful look compared to the other times I’ve drawn him, and it worked out great!!
also, background practice based on botw screenshots :DD

Love is blind, literally-Happy Lowman x Blind!Reader One Shot

Summary: This was requested by @mettejeppsen: ‘Hello again! 😄 A request where reader is Tara’s friend from college and comes to visit her in Charming. Happy starts to fall for reader but she is a very sweet girl and she’s also blind (from an accident when she was young. Her vision is very blurry/foggy and she can only see rough shapes. Happy is very kind towards her and she falls for him too! Some fluff and maybe smut? Thank you again! 😘😄’

Characters: Happy Lowman x Blind!Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)= Your name
(Y/H/L)= Your hair length
(Y/H/C)= Your hair colour

Warnings:


A/N: Thought I would try to write in the third person, I always write with first and it seems easier to do to fit with this plot.

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Happy watched as his brothers played pool in front of him, leaning against a wall and drinking a beer. It was no different from any other week. They would have church, some shit would go down, then bigger shit happened before they all returned home or to the clubhouse to have a drink. It had been relatively quiet for the Sons, though they welcomed it with a warm embrace.

The door to the clubhouse opened, Tara walking through and holding a woman’s hand. Happy took no notice, she would just be here to see Jax. He heard the women speaking to Jax and a couple of others, finally deciding to take a glance to see who Tara had dragged along. The Sons had seen how her friends and colleagues looked at them, would this one be any different?

However, he was very surprised as he spotted her. She stood so tall, so confidently next to the intimidating bikers. Her (Y/H/L), (Y/H/C) caught his eye first before scanning her body. Without thinking, he licked his lips, liking what he saw. But the only thing he couldn’t see was her face as she was wearing sunglasses. His smirk fell, wondering why she hadn’t taken them off yet. Enticed by her, he decided to join the group that was forming, wanting to check out this woman further.

Tara was introducing everyone.“Oh, and this is Happy. Happy, this is (Y/N).”

“Happy? I’ve never heard that name before. Sorry, I’m sure you hear that all the time.” the woman he now knew as (Y/N) smiled though wasn’t facing him.

“Isn’t it a bit dark to wear sunglasses?” he tried to joke.

Everyone around him looked at Happy in shock, some holding back snickers. He was confused, what had he done wrong? (Y/N) smiled, her shoulders started to shake as she laughed.

“Um, I guess it is. Well, the thing is, I’m basically blind.”

Happy’s eyes widened, he couldn’t believe he hadn’t thought of that. He had been so distracted by how beautiful she was. Instead of getting offended, (Y/N) just kept on laughing, causing the others to join her. Just before Happy could apologise, Tara spoke first, announcing that they were leaving and would be back for the regular party that night.

The men stayed silent as the two ladies walked away, turning towards Happy as the door shut behind them. They all had a smirk on their faces, Happy didn’t like it. He just slumped away to his corner again, blocking out the teasing from his brothers.


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“You know, I cant remember the last time I went to a party like this. Course I’ve been out to some events but never an MC party.” (Y/N) squealed in excitement, trying to stay still as Tara styled her hair.

“Let me just warn you, it’s a shock when you first go.” Tara admitted.

“Well I’ll have you there, promise to stay with me for most of the night?” (Y/N) held out her pinky finger, waiting for her friend to link hers through it.


“Most of the night?” Tara was confused.

“You don’t want to be stuck with me all night. Besides, I know how you and Jax don’t see each other all that much.”

“You’re damn right.” Jax swaggered into the room, standing behind Tara with his hands on her hips.

“That’s not the only reason, is it (Y/N)?” Tara teased as she finished readying her friend for the night ahead.

“If you’re implying that I want to be with Happy tonight, then you’re slightly wrong; I don’t know enough about him yet.”

“Believe me (Y/N), you won’t get a word out of him. He’s very…reserved.” Jax scoffed.“However, he is taking you to the party tonight.”

“Sorry?”

“Jax, do you think that’s a good idea? How is that going to work? Can’t we take the car?”

“Oh hell yeah! I’ve always wanted to ride a motorcycle!” (Y/N) exclaimed.“Loosen up a little Tara.”

“Yeah baby,” Jax kissed his girlfriend,“loosen up.”

“Jax, I may be shit at seeing things but I can still hear.”

Only ten minutes later, the three of them heard a bike pull up in their driveway. Tara held onto (Y/N)’s hand as usual, guiding her to Happy. She wasn’t sure about Happy’s intentions; the way he had looked at her earlier was obviously lust, (Y/N) was gorgeous, but would he really want to…want to sleep with her? Happy was a hard, cruel man though he wouldn’t mess with her would he? This wasn’t some weird kink of his?

“Happy, please be careful-”

“Tara, I’ll be absolutely fine. Ignore her Happy, I’ve been waiting to do something like this my whole life.”

Happy was taken back by her eagerness. (Y/N) may have not been able to see very well, but that never stopped her. After the dreadful accident, she realised she couldn’t live life as an introvert; yes it was very cliche, though in these sorts of cases, it was true. Many things had been effected by this, her work, her dating life, also everyday tasks. She likes to take risks now, going to an MC party was near the top of her list.

“Well hop on girl.” he said, hoping that hadn’t sounded creepy.

Jax lead the way, Tara clutching onto him as she worried for her friend. (Y/N) couldn’t help the giggles and whooping that escaped her mouth, this was exhilarating! She felt like she was flying, it was truly a Titanic moment. Who the fuck cared about being blind when you could still feel everything else? Happy couldn’t help but laugh with her, enjoying the feeling of her arms around him.

(Y/N) could hear the loud music blaring out of the clubhouse, the crowds of people must have been big from the amount of talking going on. The engine died down as they stopped, she felt a bigger hand taking hers. This definitely wasn’t Tara’s. Happy unclipped (Y/N)’s helmet gently, still unsure how to act around her.

“Thanks. You gonna take me inside? Buy me a drink?” she playfully nudged him.

“If that’s what you want.” Why wasn’t he being his smooth-self?

Everyone was a little surprised by (Y/N)’s appearance, these parties could get a little out of hand. How was she supposed to look after herself? But no one discriminated, it seemed that (Y/N) was the life and soul of the party. Tara tried to keep her under wraps, not wanting her to get hurt though could not control her. Tig kept handing her shots and she kept on taking them.

“(Y/N), don’t you think you’ve had enough?” Surprisingly it was Happy that stepped in.“Didn’t think you would want to even come to this party.”

She hiccuped.“And why not?”

“Thought it might be a bit scary for you.”

“Because I’m blind and I won’t know my surroundings or the people, blah, blah, blah. To be honest with you Happy, I’ve had a lot of fun so far, mainly because of you.”

All night she had been with him. At first (Y/N) was worried that he would grow bored of her, run off with one of those 'croweaters’ Tara had mentioned in disgust. She even insisted that he be with his friends instead of hanging around with her. He refused profusely, genuinely interested in this woman. It was hard for him to approach people in a nice manner; he was either around guys like himself or women who just wanted sex. Perhaps it was her strong will to keep going on with life that attracted him to her as well as her looks.

(Y/N) could only see a very blurred image of Happy which disappointed her. His voice sounded so sexy, his torso was toned; if only she knew the full details. (Y/N) had asked Tara to describe him though she felt that her friend wasn’t doing him justice. When the tattoos were mentioned that only drew her in more.

“Really? People think I come off as threatening.”

“Happy,” she slowly reached out, finding his upper arm. Goddamn, those biceps,“they think that because they’ve only looked at you. That’s sort of a good thing when you’re blind, you don’t judge people by what they look like.”

Happy suddenly felt nervous.“(Y/N)? Would you come with me somewhere if I asked you?”

“Um, yeah. Where are we going?”

“I’ll tell you when we get there.”

Happy gently took her hand in his, helping her slide off the bat stool she was sat on. He cleared a path for her, shoving the crowds out of the way. Now it was (Y/N)’s turn to be nervous. Tara wouldn’t bring her to a place nor people she did not trust. By what was Happy wanting to do now? The music and chatter was now muffled, getting quotes. Happy could see she was starting to have second thoughts.

“I can take you back if-”

“No!” she blurted out.“Just keep going.”

A small smile appeared on his face as he placed his hand on her lower back, taking her into his room at the back of the clubhouse. He was so scared. Why? Cause he never usually did this, not like this anyway.

“Happy? Are we in another room? Where are we?” she asked as he closed the door behind him.

“We’re in my room, members have them here.” he tried to sound casual.

“Oh.” she was surprised.“Why are we here?” it suddenly dawned on her.“Are you…suggesting-”

“I knew this was a fucking bad idea.” he groaned, mostly to himself.

“Wait…I’m just a little confused. If you’re wanting to do what I think you are, why me?”

“What? That’s a fucking stupid question. Sorry, I’m not used to speaking like this.”

She waited for an explanation, crossing her arms over her chest.

“You don’t realise how beautiful you are, do you? I’m shit at all this sappy talk but I couldn’t believe what I saw when I walked in. You’re really interesting too, not like those bimbos out there.”

“Happy, come here.” (Y/N) demanded.

Hesitating for a second, he cautiously stood in front of her. Her hands reached out to find him, landing on his chest before gripping his cut. Pulling him towards her, she took off her glasses before kissing him hard. It had been so long since a man had complimented her like that, or even at all. Blindness was a fucking joke, limiting her of many things. But this was not going to be one of them.

Happy couldn’t help his hands roaming her body, wanting to feel every part of her he didn’t know yet. This felt different. Things were moving slowly between them, if this had been any other woman, she would already be stripped and lying on the bed ready for him. Not this time. He wouldn’t treat her that way.

Happy tried to talk between kisses.“Are you sure you want to do this? You’re drink and-”

“Happy,” (Y/N) pulled away,“I haven’t been with a man since before the accident. I’m nervous but…overwhelmed with happiness that you want to do this. Just fuck me, please, that’s all I’m asking.”

Happy smirked, hands gripping onto her butt.“Don’t you sorry babygirl, I’m gonna take good care of you tonight.”

Kim Namjoon: Narcissus

Genre: Smut 
Pairing: Kim Namjoon/Reader
Warnings: Supernatural sexy times, body swap, body possession, slight nipple play, mentions of collars, fingering, blowjobs, thigh riding, come marking, dirty talk

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God, I am so sorry (I’d never written smut until 2 days ago so this is a tragedy) (I was also stoned at the time of writing and editing so it might not even make sense… ay lmao) Feel free to yell at me about this filth, my ask is always open!

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Ong Seongwoo - Push

Genre: Fluff

Note: Hi all, today i have a cute fluffy Ong Seongwoo scenario for you all! Part of the idea came from a comment my friend after I sent her a screenshot of when Daniel and Ong showed up in Sewoon’s Master Key video (which was really cute btw). The other part of this idea came from my life because I actually work in video game development.  I’m working on finishing up requests, but as always, requests are always open so feel free to send one in! :D Anyway, it was a fun little fic that I jotted down and I hope you all like it ^^ Also let me know if having a gif with the fic is something you guys like? If it is, then I can do it more often. This one was just because they looked good in those suits >///<

(gif below was made by me)


“Hyung, just go over there and talk to her already,” Daniel said in a slightly exasperated tone.

“I’ll go over there when I’m ready, don’t rush me. Plus she seems a bit busy…” Seongwoo retorted, trying to calm down his rather exasperated best friend.

“Busy? She’s literally standing over there sipping her drink. Her boss isn’t over there anymore, so just go over there and talk to her, and do me a favor and tell her that you like her. I can’t take this anymore,” Daniel jabbed at his friend. “She probably likes you too anyway, like half of the women in this office.”

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Monster-Eddie K shameless smut

Collab between me and @acunningstargazer

I thank her for putting our rough text outline together lol and fluffin’ a bit. I may have over done it on my fluffing though….


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She didn’t really know how they had gotten to this point. Only a little while ago they were going on a drive, talking about life, about their long time friendship, and one thing just lead to the next. Now here she stood, before Eddie’s front door, being tugged playfully along by the cowboy as he went into his kitchen. He pulled two glasses out, setting a bottle of whiskey on the coffee table as he threw his boots up on it. He leaned casually back against the sofa, smirking over at her in his usual style. They talked for some time, enjoying the others company, yet she never intended to have so much. But, wasn’t that always the way it went around him? One drink turned to two, turned to four. It was safe to say, the two of them had slipped passed the point of buzzed and into completely smashed territory.

“So, you’re telling me you never thought about it?”

She cheekily smiled at the man, quickly grabbing his beloved hat from his head and placing it on her own. It was a bit big on her, and it slid down over her eyes but in the state she was in, all she did was laugh.

“Why cowboy? You got something to tell me?”

It was just the alcohol speaking, between the both of you, yet the unspoken sexual tension that always clung to the air around you two was finally dissipating. Because speaking about it, was certainly something Eddie intended to do.

He began to scoot closer to her, biting at his lip to contain his smile. But, the pull was like a magnet and she found herself doing much the same.

“Eddie…”

The Cowboy looked down at her, and he wasn’t sure who started it first. But, he couldn’t contain himself once those lips connected with his own. In a frenzy, they kissed, as if years of pent up emotions finally came flowing out. Their teeth nearly clashed against each other, tongues tangling, and the sweet noises she made as he gripped her close just got him going in ways he didn’t think possible.

With the quickest of movements, he worked at her flannel top, popping open the buttons and sliding the sleeves down her arms. He tossed the shirt carelessly to the side, pulling back for a moment to admire the way she looked.

“Fuck…”

She giggled at his entranced state, and took advantage of that as she removed his own top and wife beater, leaving him half naked before her. Her fingers dragged along his chest, taking in the way his abs contracted under her touch, she knew he was slowly losing it, but wasn’t that the fun part? Seeing Eddie all hot and bothered at her account was a dream come true.

With a rough shove she made him lay back against the couch, and she quickly straddled his waist as she went for his neck. Her lips tickled along his throat, giggling every now and then when she heard him curse or sigh.

“You like that, daddy?”

Eddie chuckled at her pet name, pulling her hair back as he angled her lips over his. “The fuck do you think, darlin’?” He tugged her back a bit, knowing she was enjoying the manhandling.

To prove to her how badly he needed this, his hands slid down to her ass, cupping each cheek and pushing her down against his aching crotch. Her nails dug into his shoulders, and she mewled out at the sensation of his arousal rubbing into her.

“Fuck, Eddie!”

“I intend to, sweetheart.” He laughed at her cries, loving the way she squirmed over him and practically whined to be taken. He lifted her up in his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist as he stumbled along the living room. They kept their kissing up, albeit sloppily, yet neither of them seemed to care. In their drunken state they just laughed and moaned until finally he tossed her onto the bed.

She bounced softly onto the mattress, her gorgeous eyes staring up at him from under his hat as she beckoned him forward.

“Goddamn, darlin’…” He practically jumped on top of her, pulling her into a heated kiss as he clumsily pulled off both their jeans, the rest of their clothing following shortly after. She smirked into the kiss and buried her fingers into his messy hair, scratching along his scalp as she scooted him up the bed with her.

The entire time he’s laughing, still trying to hold the kiss properly through his alcohol induced mind, but when they finally make it up to the pillows he pulls away. His green eyes are filled with lust as he gazes down at her, his contagious smile making her feel all sorts of things as he grips her wrists and pins her down.

"You gonna beg me, sweetheart?”


She quirked an eyebrow at his question, smiling back as she gently pushed his abdomen with her knee, effectively flipping them both over. To say he was surprised was an understatement, yet as she straddled his waist, her pussy sliding along his length he didn’t even care anymore.

She leaned down, nipping his jaw up to his ear before biting at his lobe. "I think you’re gonna be beggin’ me, cowboy.” She whispered it coyly, bringing her hand down and grasping his length tightly in it.


Eddie bucked his hips up, groaning at her touch as she stroked along his cock. He wanted nothing more than to grab that sweet little ass and flip her over, taking her hard until she begged him for more and more. But, every time he made to do just that she used that damn skilled hand of hers, making him thrust up and down to try to ease the ache he felt.

“Tell me, honey…tell me what you want. I can’t help you if you don’t say anything.”

She smiled into his parted mouth, pumping him painfully slow as she bit at his lip, pulling it roughly until it snapped back.

“Fuckin’ hell…” He growled out, cupping her cheek roughly and pulling her toward his lips, licking over hers before he pushed his hips up creating more friction. "Come on, darlin’…you know fuckin’ well what I want.”


But, the damn tease she was, she just released her hold on him, sitting up on his lap as she rolled her hips over him. Her wet folds slid sensually along his length, coating him completely and she just couldn’t stop herself from panting out her next words. Knowing it’d drive him crazy with desire.

"I’m not quite sure I know what you mean, honey.”

With a hint of feigned confusion, she ran her nails down his chest, loving the red marks that got left behind. Eddie being under her like that, growling in sexual frustration was a sight to behold. She wondered briefly, how many women got to be privileged enough to see this. Though, knowing the cowboy, he didn’t play submissive to them. And as much as she loved making him beg for more, she couldn’t wait till that last bit of control snapped and he took her like a proper cowboy would.

“You little fuckin’ tease…” He chuckled, running his hand along her thighs. He knew she was feeling this just as bad as he was, and in his own form of revenge, he grabbed her hips, grinding into her and gritting his teeth at the sensation.

"How ‘bout that pretty little mouth of yours make itself useful?”

As he slid against her, she bit down on her lip, closing her eyes as she tried to keep the fight up. But, he was making it so hard, every time his length slid along her clit she nearly whined out from the pleasure.

"Maybe if you said please.”

"You really wanna fight me, huh? Well, alright.”


He grabbed her waist, throwing her under him and holding her down with all his strength. He used his knee to push her legs apart, nuzzling against her neck. He bit down on her throat, somewhat rough but gentle enough not to break the skin. At the force of his handling, his hat flew off her head, rolling off the edge of the bed as she stared wide eyed up at him.

Eddie moved her legs apart, capturing her lips in another steamy kiss before swiftly entering her without a second thought. She gasped out, reaching her arms around, grabbing his ass and pushing him down from his kneeling position, making him go deeper inside of her.

He groaned deeply at her direction, the feeling of her around him was driving him half mad. And try as he might, keeping this pace going was proving to be difficult.

"Fuck…” He whispered hotly into her ear, licking across it.

"Eddie,” She moaned, “Tell me what you need, I feel how hard you are inside me.”

To prove her point she thrust her hips down, throwing her head back against the sheets as she felt his cock pulse inside her.

"Fucks sake, darlin’…just shut up and let me fuck you.”

She gave him a smug look as she rubbed her hands up and down his torso, delighting in the lean muscles he had. With her legs wrapped around his waist, she brought a hand up to his hair, curling her fingers through his sweaty locks.

"What are you waiting for then?”

He smirked at her words and rose up just a bit, hands on either side of her body. He pulled out slowly, biting his lip at the pleasurable sensation. He tried keeping a slow pace, teasing her for all the attitude she gave him earlier.

She moaned as his cock slid out of her, pushing back in even slower until all she could do was narrow her eyes. She knew exactly what he was doing and she had had enough.

"Why so timid, darlin’? Having some performance issues?”

She taunted him innocently enough, and as much as he’d love to continue teasing her, her little taunt made him want to prove he was far from having issues. He pinned her down by the wrists, thrusting forward harshly with a deep growl, making her moan out in such a pathetically vulgar way.

“Hows that, baby?” He chuckled, trying to control his breathing as he continued his rough pace. His hair clung to his sweaty forehead, and he grunted out as she pulled him closer with her legs.

"F-Fuck! So good!” She stuttered out as Eddie pounded into her so hard the headboard hit the wall repeatedly, making her breasts bounce from the force. All she could make out were the sounds of gasps, cries, and whimpers and she pulled one of his hands to her chest, eyes screwing shut from the pleasure.

Eddie happily kissed at her chest, squeezing one breast gently as he purred into her skin. "Fuck yeah, darlin’…you like that don’t you?” Needing to hear her praise, he gripped her thigh, kissing a trail up her chest and to her lips. He looked her in the eyes, smirking at how glazed over they seemed to be.


She was a whimpering mess by now, mouth hanging open as she keened out. He had hit that sweet spot inside her, making her toes curl and back arch slightly of the bed.

"Yes,” She breathed, “Feels so good, So fucking good. Tell me I make you feel good too.” She practically begged. She hated begging but she felt too much pleasure to care at the moment, and she knew he was enjoying this little surrender of hers.

"You know you fuckin’ do, baby…” He panted into her cheek, angling his thrusts to hit that spot inside her once more. He wrapped his arm under her, picking her up and sitting back on the bed as he kept moving. He could feel he was getting close but he felt far too good to settle the pace now.

"Touch me, please.” She whimpered against his lips and wrapped her free arm around his neck, pulling him closer if that was at all possible. He moved his hand between them, rubbing her and smirking at the tiny moans she let out. Just hearing her whisper out his name was enough to bring him that much closer, as she squeezed down on his length he grunted, thrusting up roughly before hiding his face between her breasts.

"Shit…fuckin’…” He moaned out, pushing his fingertips into her back as he tried to maintain his rhythm.

There was so much stimulation, so much pounding, and so much pleasure. She was dangerously close, and as Eddie bucked up one last time she couldn’t hold back anymore. Her nails dug into the skin of his shoulders, clinging to him as her entire body froze, endorphins rushing through her muscles.

Eddie wasn’t far behind, and he held tightly onto her as he pressed his cheek into her heated skin, closing his eyes as waves of pleasure shot straight to his groin.

"Shit, baby…” He pushed into her a few more times, quickly riding out his orgasm as he spilled inside her.

She moaned when she felt the sensation of him filling her. Her eyes fluttering shut as she ran her fingers through his sweaty hair, pushing it off his forehead. She hugged him close to her chest, no doubt he could hear how fast her heart was beating. Eddie, now exhausted, dropped them both against the bed, smiling contentedly.

"I fucking love you…” Eddie chuckled out, basking in the afterglow of some of the best sex he’s had in a long while.

Her breath caught in her throat at his words, and she turned her head to him, breathing heavily. She licked her lips as she took her hand and brushed some of his hair back off his face.

"I fucking love you too.”

***

Feedback welcomed~

Today

Sax in the subway
Comfortably lost in the path
Smiles and styles
Faces coming out from the walls
Busy brick people
Always going somewhere
But never getting anywhere

Upstairs downstairs
Buses and trains
Inside outside
Some people are sane
Perfectly while others
Are mumbling names
Some sit there always
Rattling change

Abc shops with half price books
Beating sunshine
And creeping rain
No poncho today
Running roof to roof
Far off target walking for hours
Ending with full arms
And sleeping legs

anonymous asked:

hey!!! if you are doing those promts can you do a one where niall is a photographer/director kinda young hot making wave in industry types and harry a model who just got a shoot with him (h is kind of internet model, done some major shoots just not too many ). can you make it flirty and a bit angsty!!! thanks!!!

One of my favourite one shots I’ve written so far, I really enjoyed writing this. All fluff and a small bit of angst for you all. 

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“Can you turn your head a little to the left? Yeah, perfect, actually a little more…that’s great.” Niall’s camera flashed and lit up the dark room of his apartment/workplace. The man sitting on the stool in front of the little grey background Niall had set up was wearing a fancy suit, hair brushed to perfection, beard trimmed. He was here for a business magazine, a random model Niall had found in his booklet that he kept for calls if he needed someone, this lad seemed perfect and looked fancy enough to be slapped on the cover of that kind of magazine.

He took a second shot with the loud click of his professional camera when the door to his apartment opened, loud footsteps walking behind him. Niall almost rolled his eyes, leaning down to look through the lens and getting ready to take another picture when a hand came to rest on his shoulder, squeezing it lightly and making him flinch.

“Nialler, got some new information on that magazine cover you’re doing for Rolling Stone?” His head shot up at that, remembering one of his biggest projects that he’s ever had to do. The person reminding him was his assistant, Deo, who was also his cousin.

“What do you need? I’m in the middle of something.” He tried to act cool, not wanting to be too pushy and frantic to know what Deo needed to tell him. Anxiety was building in his chest like his lungs were filling up with concrete.

“Just take a five minute break, let him get restyled by Lou so we can chat.” Deo was tugging on the end of his shirt sleeve, tugging him along towards his kitchen. He lightly pulled away, turning towards the model who was raising a perfectly plucked brow at them.

“Let’s take a five or ten minute break. Just head over to your station and I’ll be back in a second.” He gave the man a smile, who returned one back before they parted. Now, Niall was being dragged into the kitchen, the lights being turned on and making him cringe at the suddenness of it all absorbing itself into his sensitive eyes.

Deo was sitting himself down at the island, looking over towards Niall like he was waiting for him to join him.

“What’s happened?” He moved to do was Deo wanted, sitting across from him and patiently waiting for his cousin to speak. He could hear Lou and the model talking, their voices echoing through his home and into the kitchen.

“I’ve got some good news and bad news.” Deo looked restrained, trying not to show the pained expression. He knew Niall hated bad news, hated changes like due dates being moved closer or plans cancelled, models sick or not showing up. But ever since Niall grew popular with the magazine and website photoshoots he has forced himself to get used to constant mishaps that make him lose his head. It’s part of the job.

“Tell me the bad news first, so I can get it over with sooner rather than later.” Niall spoke hesitantly, feeling himself sink further into his stool with dread washing over him. He has no idea what Deo is going to say, because there is bad news, and then there is bad news.

“Alright,” Deo shifted and grabbed his phone from the back pocket of his jeans, tapping along it for just a few seconds before looking up to meet Niall in the eyes again. “I got an email from Rolling Stone and they said they need the photos from your shoot sent to them by next week.”

Deo was already cringing, and now Niall was letting out a loud groan, hands flying to grip at his hair. This was bad news, because all his photoshoots planned for this week had to be cancelled because of this one stupid magazine company that couldn’t bare to wait for the photoshoot to come on the original date. But Niall couldn’t just let this go, Rolling Stone magazine was a huge company that gave Niall a jaw-dropping price for him to make this bloody shoot. If they wanted the photos to be sent earlier, then he will do it.

“So basically clear my entire schedule for this week then, move every shoot planned this week for the next. If anyone backs out because of that, just let them, I have no energy to fight.” He was pressing the heels of his palms against his eyelids, digging them harshly into the sockets enough to be a little painful.

“I knew you’d want me to do that, already done and settled. I’m just waiting for the people to get back to me.” Deo was truly an angel sent from heaven, already trying to lift the weights off his shoulders.

“Okay, tell me the good news now that that shit is out of the way.” He blinked rapidly as he moved his hands away from his eyes, the pressure from digging into them making soft black dots spot along his vision.

“The good news is that I have your model ready and set for you to see tomorrow, he’s from here in England, you should search him up to get a good understanding on what you’re working with.” Deo was giving him that look, almost like a cheeky smirk he was trying to hide and it made Niall want to slap it off. Whenever he worked with new models his mates including Deo had to be up his arse and pushing him to date one of them, but he’s officially boycotted models off his dating list.

“What’s his name?” Niall decided to ignore Deo’s wiggling brows and pout, instead moving to grab for his own phone in his pocket to go on google.

“Names Harry Styles, a new model in the business. You might know him off Youtube doing covers and such, done a couple pub gigs a few times around London.” As Deo explained, Niall tapped the name into the search bar. He kind of knew this Harry guy, has seen posters of his upcoming album being plastered along London and his Youtube videos sometimes get recommended to him whenever he goes online. But he’s never really looked into him, now he will have to.

And wow, is he ever attractive. The first couple pictures he’s seeing is him with a pearly white smile and charming grin with a pair of dimples poking out on the sides of his mouth. He’s got lush curly hair and smooth skin, definitely model material.

“Looks like your type.” Deo’s comment made Niall’s eyes roll hard into the back of his head, and he was still sitting across from him looking all happy and smug. It got on Niall’s nerves.

“Deo you knew damn well I refuse to date models, I’ve been down that road and I’m not making that mistake again.” He made sure to scold his cousin who was now looking a little guilty at being caught in the middle of his little act.

“Zayn was two years ago now mate, you should move on and find someone who’ll treat you right. You gotta realize not all models are like that.” Deo had a pleading tone, almost whining as he leaned over the table, desperately trying to get Niall’s attention. But Niall could hear him loud and clear, has heard this speech a million times from separate people, actually.

“I’ve been working with models all my life, I think I’d know them more than anyone. They know they’re pretty, they know people would die to be in a relationship with them. They also know they can have anyone they want, at any time. All are either cheaters or never would actually get in a serious relationship because they’d rather sleep around with different people every day.” Niall didn’t mean to rant, but the words were already tumbling out of his mouth.

Deo seemed to notice his distress though, realizing he hit a nerve with this topic. So he stayed quiet, only silently nodding before Niall was getting up and out of his seat to go and finish up the photoshoot.

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Niall did his research on Harry Styles, listened to some of his covers, went on his website, looked through some photoshoots he’s done in the past. Now today is the day where he meets the lad, Niall already is set up in his apartment, waiting patiently with his starbucks coffee cupped in his hands to keep him company until there will be a knock at the door.

Harry isn’t really doing so well already though, Niall has specifically sent him an email saying he should come a little earlier than the time originally planned-which was 9am-so they could get him in wardrobe, but it’s almost 9 already and the lad hasn’t made his appearance.

All models decide to be fashionably late, that’s what Niall has made himself realize as well.

There’s a knock all of a sudden, just as he finishes his thought. Deo and Lou look up from their phones as they were slumped on his couch, now getting up to be in their places when Harry comes inside.

Niall makes his way towards the front door, looking in through the peephole to see a tall man standing in the doorway, and the curls gave it away.

“Hello,” Niall restrained himself from acting mean, feeling the frustration eat away at his insides just looking at this guys happy and innocent grin as if nothing happened, as if he didn’t do anything wrong. “You must be Harry Styles, pleasure to meet you.” He greeted as Harry moved his way inside and shrugged off his coat.

“Good morning, nice flat you have here.” Harry was looking around almost in awe, which made Niall want to raise his brow in confusion. This lad probably already had a mansion as his house at the fresh age of twenty-three, so why the hell is he gawking over a small two bedroom flat?

“Uh, thanks. Mind going straight to wardrobe where Lou is? She wants to get you dressed, makeup on, hair done. I emailed you saying you should come earlier but I guess it didn’t go through.” He played it all well, pretending he wasn’t boiling in anger as he pointed towards the stylist section of the flat. But Harry wasn’t budging from where he stood in front of him, now staring at Niall in confusion.

“Oh fuck, I totally forgot about that. I saw your email, read it over and everything, I’m sorry about that mate.” Harry moved a hand to pat at Niall’s shoulder, it had him even more shocked at this guys reactions to things, or how he dealt with being in a business like modelling. Usually models who walk through Niall’s door have no interest in him what-so-ever, and Niall doesn’t either. As long as they listen to his orders when they’re doing the shoot, he doesn’t care if they ignore him.

“Everything forgotten, I’ve moved on. Just get to wardrobe and we’ll start as soon as you’re all pampered up.” Niall gave Harry a tight smile, watching on as he turned to do what he said, greeting Lou with a charming smile and a handshake.

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“Can you tilt your head to the left, yeah like that. Now can you put one leg forward, good.” It was almost dinner time when they were rapping up, Harry standing and posing for the camera looking like he was ready to have a good sleep just standing up. It was getting harder for Niall to give orders, and he had to take a deep breath so he didn’t get frustrated again.

“Okay that’s a wrap for today.” Niall lowered the camera, letting it dangle from the strap it was attached to from his neck so he could settle his hands on his hips. Lou was already escorting Harry back into the change room-aka Niall’s bathroom-giving Harry his clothes so he could change back into them.

“What a polite lad he is, isn’t he?” Deo’s voice came rising up from the surface of Niall’s cluttered mind and he looked over towards him, seeing his cousin with that similar cheeky smirk, but this time it not too obvious, more like he was just making a friendly point.

But Niall couldn’t just lie, Harry had been extremely well-behaved the whole shoot, even making conversation about random things, letting out jokes here and there. He was kind, not rude and anti-social like most of the models. And damn, he hated to admit that Deo might be right about this one, maybe Harry isn’t like the others, or more specifically, like Zayn.

“Yeah he’s nice, got manors and loves to chat.” Niall shrugged as if it was nothing, not really ready to give Deo the pleasure of knowing he was right. He moved towards his camera case, placing it inside so the lens didn’t get dusty.

“Would be a great guy to go out for a beer with…” Deo was doing it again, trying to slip in his matchmaking skills. But it was weird how Niall wasn’t as agitated as he used to be, maybe it was because Harry really was a guy he would love to date. But hell, he didn’t even know if this guy was in a relationship, or even gay.

“Deo, lay off yeah?” He turned to give his cousin a hot look, showing that he will get angry if this continues. “Besides I don’t even know if he’s gay, or with someone.”

Deo was smiling now, letting out a chuckle and was laughing softly for a good minute before he calmed down and looked back towards Niall. His grin was wider now, eyes shining with curiosity and excitement.

“Have you seen his Youtube videos? I guess you didn’t do good research on him after all, he’s a single man, and gay. He made a coming out video on Youtube and everything.” Deo was grabbing for his phone frantically, and was pressing on the Youtube app when the bathroom door opened, revealing Harry in the clothes he came with.

Deo slowly put his phone back, obviously realizing he couldn’t really show Niall the video at the moment.

“Same time tomorrow? Or do you want me to come earlier? I promise I won’t mess up next time.” Harry was looking at Niall with those mesmerizing green eyes, a small hint of a smile across his face like he was trying to calm the waters between them. Niall hated that he had greeted Harry so toughly this morning, he feels bad now.

“I know you won’t, just come earlier if you can that would be great.” Niall answered, walking Harry towards his door and opening it for him as he grabbed for his coat and put it on.

Before Harry took a foot out the door though, he turned towards Niall still holding that same loving smile as if he’s known Niall for years. “I’ll grab us some coffee tomorrow morning as well, as an apology.”

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Harry had started get a little more warmed up towards Niall, because as the days past with their photoshoots Harry had started to get flirty. He’d always get them coffee, settle it down on Niall’s living room table before he’d shrug off his jacket. ‘Nialler’ was what Niall’s name turned into, and it was really bad how Niall would stay up later than he should thinking about this Harry Styles guy.

Today was the last day of shooting though, and today Deo was off picking some props up for Niall’s photoshoots for next week, and needed help from Lou who also needed to grab hair products and makeup from her shop. So here Niall was doing triple the amount of work than he expected to do, regretting leaving the raining flowers part of the shoot till the end.

He knew how to be flexible though, so he had set his camera on the tripod and put it to a ten second countdown for each shot that would be in three’s. It would take as many as Niall wanted until he’d have to go over to it himself to turn the camera off. So now he was able to stand on a chair outside of the camera’s lens, holding a bucket of pink flowers and ready to rain them down on Harry’s head.

“Okay it’s gonna beep ten times and then the camera will flash. Just get ready to make your pretty face when the camera hits ten beeps.” Niall got the bucket ready, hands fisting into the flowers and counting to nine before he starting to sprinkle them down onto Harry’s head. At ten, the camera flashed and took three photos.

“Lovely, I’ve got a couple handfuls left.” He grabbed for the flowers again, Harry nodding up at him and both of them waiting and counting the beeps until Niall repeated what he did before, letting the flowers gracefully flow down onto Harry’s hair and face.

Once he was done, he climbed down from the chair, and was about the move to turn the setting off the camera when he was pulled by the hips in the middle of the photoshoot. He yelped, dropping the bucket and was about to ask what the hell was happening when he suddenly felt lips on his, soft and plush and tasting sweet like mint.

The camera’s three flashes made them pull apart, and both of them were now just standing in each others holds, Niall blinking up in surprise at Harry who looked smug but also a bit shy with the way his cheeks were dusted with a blush.

“I needed to like, do that before I left cause you’re so, so handsome.” It was weird hearing that from a model, that he was handsome. It made Niall bite his bottom lip hard to stop himself from smiling, hands leaving from where they were gripping at Harry’s cheeks to fiddle with his shirt.

“Didn’t see that coming.” Niall chuckled out nervously, and Harry only smiled silently, staring at Niall like he hung the moon and every star in the sky one by one.

“That was my plan.” Harry answered, moving to step back and let his hands fall from Niall’s waist, but only to move them and grab for Niall’s fidgeting ones in his.

“Would love to see you again, I know the kiss was pretty forward but I wanted to make it obvious I don’t want to meet again as just friends or…photographer and model.” Niall’s heartbeat grew louder and faster in his chest, hearing Harry say these things made him rethink all the thoughts he had about models, everything turning onto its head.

“Yeah, I mean yeah of course I’d love to.” Harry pulled Niall in back towards his chest at Niall’s answer, both holding each other surrounded by pink flowers, not caring the camera was still flashing.

It was after Harry left, when Niall was looking through the photos on his laptop, when he came across the photos of him and Harry kissing. Flowers were stuck in Harry’s curls and along his shoulders, Niall’s hands wrapped tightly along his neck.

Lyudmila Pavlichenko is the highest-scoring female sniper on record, with a count of 309 confirmed kills, 36 of which were enemy snipers. And while it’s unfair to compare real-life soldiers with superhuman Hollywood killing machines like John Rambo, that’s actually more people than Rambo killed on-screen – in fact, it’s more people than Stallone has killed in all of his movies combined. That’s right – this woman shot more people in real life than a man who was only pretending to do it with the aid of special effects, editing, and extras who weren’t even trying to kill him back. They couldn’t show Rambo killing that many, because it just wouldn’t have been plausible.

Pavlichenko was already an accomplished sniper by the time she was 24 and Hitler decided that Russia was the final boss battle of his world domination game. And where a fictional badass gets his kills by mowing down rows of bad guys running mindlessly into his machine gun, Pavlichenko took hers out one at a time, carefully and patiently. Of her many duels with German snipers, Pavlichenko recalled the longest lasting over three days.

After a near-death experience, the Soviet Union decided to send her as a diplomat to the USA, where she was the first Soviet Citizen to ever be openly welcome in the White House. She even toured the country with Eleanor Roosevelt, advocating the equal treatment of women. She never got a big war movie made about her, probably because commie war heroes went out of style pretty fast after World War II, and because Hollywood prefers its female action heroes in some kind of tight black leather. She had to settle for being immortalized in a song by Woody Guthrie instead. Hey, that’s almost the same thing, right?

5 Real Soldiers Who Were Walking Super Weapons

[Femslash February]: Style Swap

*swoops in two weeks late*

i’ll finish these i swear, but probably in march xD time is an illusion


Day 11: Style Swap (Alyanette)

Words: 1560

Link to Archive of Our Own: [AO3]

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It all started because of Marinette’s going theory about Alya’s fear of heels. 

“You never wear them!” Marinette cackled during lunch. “I’ve never seen you in a pair of heels once!”

“That doesn’t mean I’m afraid of them,” Alya sighed. “I just don’t like wearing them. They’re uncomfortable.”

“I was texting you pictures of those heels I wanted to buy online last night and you responded with a nauseated face emoji followed by the fearful face emoji,” Marinette announced, checking her old texts. “That sounds like fear and disgust to me.”

Adrien and Nino were huddled together overhearing the conversation. “Oh damn,” Nino whispered in awe. “Marinette pulled out receipts.”

“The plot thickens,” Adrien muttered. 

“Okay, that’s taken out of context,” Alya defended. “You’ll remember that I said that after you showed me an eight inch pair of heels and said, and I quote, ‘wouldn’t these look so cute on you?’”

“They still would.”

“They’re eight inch heels, babe.”

Adrien raised a hand. “I don’t know, Marinette’s got a pretty compelling argument, Alya. It’s just a matter of facts and evidence.”

“Gotta agree with Adrien,” Nino shrugged. “It’s fine, Alya. We’re all scared of something. Nothing to be ashamed of. Marinette’s just braver than all of us and wears heels almost every other day.”

Marinette sighed. “It’s a gift and a curse.”

Alya stared incredulously between the three of them. “Okay, you’re all crazy, and I hate all of you, and this is such a dumb conversation. I could totally wear heels if I wanted to.”

Nino snorted. “You think you have the guts to pull a Marinette? Girl glides in heels, she makes it look way too easy.”

“I can pull a Marinette,” Alya insisted.

“Wait!” Adrien exclaimed. “If Alya pulls a Marinette, then Marinette has to pull an Alya.”

Nino gasped dramatically with a shit eating grin on his face. “Are you suggesting a style swap?”

“I am most definitely suggesting a style swap.”

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One of Our Own

Summary: Lucy wonders what’s it like to have a kid after watching Natsu interact with Asuka on another babysitting job and Natsu might just help her with that.

Pairing: NaLu

Rating: K+ (for minor abuse and suggestive theme)

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Lucy wasn’t quite sure how she had gotten herself into this situation.

Again.

Her day had started perfectly normal to be honest.

She woke up from bed miraculously without Natsu and more often than not Happy in it, she went to her kitchen and made herself some good ol’ bacon and eggs, took a nice and refreshing shower afterwards, went to the guild, and was just chilling there at a bar stool while the guild went on with their usual destructive brawls and loud chattering.

She would have never expected herself to be watching her pink-haired idiot of a best friend slaving himself as a horse to a cute little girl, who was barely the age of 8, as she rode him around the Western styled living room while calling him “Mr. Horsey” out of all things.

“Why was I dragged along into all of this?” The blonde-haired mage sighed as she asked herself the same question for the nth time.

“Because you were worried that Natsu might screw something up and you wanted to make sure he doesn’t for Asuka’s sake.” Happy chimed in beside her before he continued to munch on a fish he got from god knows where.

‘Oh yeah.’ Lucy thought to herself as she let out a groan.

She remembered Alzack and Bisca coming into the guild hall with Asuka and going straight to Natsu, who was then currently duking it out with Gray, and asked him to take care of Asuka for them since Asuka really enjoyed herself the last time Natsu took care of her and the couple had to go on a dangerous job that they can’t take Asuka along for.

Natsu accepted of course, but that got him a hard blow from Gray on the head, but also a beautiful smile from Asuka which was worth it.

Her groan was then answered by a groan from Natsu who then proceeded to slump himself on the floor.

“Hiyah! Hiyah! Come on Mr. Horsey! We won’t finish the race if you slack off like that!” Asuka commanded as she slapped her right hands repeatedly on Natsu’s limp shoulder.

“Uggghhh! Asuka I’m so tired can we take a break? We’ve been doing this for the past three hours!” Natsu complained, although his voice was a bit muffled for talking while his face was flat on the floorboards.

“Awww… okay.” Asuka complied, but she was visibly beacame sad when she did so.

Natsu began to panic when he saw her lips quiver so he then racked his brain for ideas on how to cheer the little kid up before she began crying. The poor dragon slayer clearly had no idea what to do. He was as lost as a man who was lost at sea without a map or anything to guide him.

‘I’m so gonna get into a lot of trouble with Alzack and Bisca if Asuka cried.’ At that thought he began to sweat buckets.

Lucy looked at him sympathetically and then an idea popped up in her head, so she stood up from her comfortable place with Happy on the couch and walked up to where Natsu and Asuka were.

“How about you guys have a tea party. That’s fun and doesn’t require a lot of energy. Plus I’m sure Natsu would find the tea relaxing.” She suggested with a smile on her lips.

Asuka’s face instantly lit up.

“Okay! Okay! Natsu-nii can you go make some tea while I get my stuff animals?” Asuka ordered as she ran off to her room up the stairs to get her beloved stuffed animals.

“But I’m so tired and I don’t know how to make tea.” Natsu whined, not moving an inch on his place on the floor.

“It’s okay, I’ll go make the tea. You just take your time and rest up before she returns.” Lucy said as she rubbed his back before going into the kitchen.

“Aye sir!” Happy agreed.

A few minutes later Asuka was back with her two favorite stuffed animals, a shady looking frilly pink dress, and a make-up kit.

“Wear this Natsu-nii!” She said as she tossed Natsu the dress.

“No way kid!” Natsu complained as he examined the dress.

“But…” Asuka’s lips began to quiver again.

“Alright! Alright! But turn around okay.” Natsu said as his face burned with a mixture of embarassment and anger.

Just as he was about to slip into the dress, Lucy walked in.

“Woah Natsu! What are you doing?!” Lucy shouted in shock as she almost spilled the tea. 

Her face as red as a tomato as she turned around to not look at him.

“He’s changing into a dress so he would look presentable at our tea party!” Asuka answered for him.

“Oh!” Lucy exclaimed.

“Hahahahaha!” She laughed uncontrollably when the thought began to sink in her.

“Stop laughing! This ain’t easy for me!” Natsu retorted.

“Fine, fine.” Lucy complied as she wiped a few stray tears from her eyes.

“There all done! You guys can look at me now.” Natsu said with a huff.

They did turn around and the sight that greeted them amazed them.

The dress suited Natsu surprisingly well. Although his arms were crossed and he was wearing a pout on his face he actually looked cute. At this thought Lucy blushed.

“You look so pretty Natsu-nii!” Asuka said as her eyes sparkled.

But that expression was soon replaced by a devilish smile and glint in her eyes.

“There’s only one thing missing.” She said as she clutched the make-up kit in her hands tighter. 

Natsu was sweating cold sweat again.

“No you don’t!” He said as he backed-up from Asuka.

“Happy! Hold him!” Asuka ordered.

“Aye sir!” Happy complied.

He quickly spread his wings and flew to where Natsu was to hold him in place. 

“Sorry Natsu.” The cat apologized, but his grin said otherwise.

“I thought you were my friend.” Natsu cried.

“Oh stop being such a baby Natsu. Do you need help with that Asuka?” Lucy said as she offered Asuka a helping hand and smiling to herself as she thought of this as payback for all the times he pranked her.

“I would appreciate that Lucy-nee. Thanks!” Asuka accepted.

“Not you too Luce!” Natsu cried even louder.

“Now, now, Natsu-nii hold still.” Asuka said as she held a brush centimeters away from his face.

A few moments later Natsu looked like a complete clown, but to Asuka he looked like a princess.

“All done Natsu-nii!” Asuka chimed.

“Wait Asuka! I think he’s got a little smear on his lower lip.” Lucy said as she drew her thumb against Natsu’s lower lip.

‘Soft.’ She thought in awe.

And did he just shiver? 

Lucy dismissed that thought immediately.

“Now Natsu-nii I want you to meet Mr. Wolfy and Ms. Foxy.” Asuka introduced her stuffed animals to Natsu.

Natsu didn’t budge for a moment as he was still annoyed at what was happening until Asuka poked her.

“Hey Natsu-nii! Are you listening?!” Asuka asked.

“Oh yeah! yeah! Hello Mr. Wolfy and Ms. Foxy.” Natsu said through his teeth as he faked a smile.

“Good! Now will you please pour some tea into their cups Natsu-nii?” Asuka requested with a pleading look in her eyes.

“Do I have to?” Natsu said as he scratched the back of his head.

“Of course you have to do it Natsu-nii!” Asuka said with a little more force.

“Fine.” Natsu complied with a pout on his face as he poured the tea into the small cups.

Not far away from them Lucy smiled.

‘That Natsu, even though he complains a lot, he still does what Asuka tells him. He’s really good on the inside huh.’ She thought to herself.

An hour later Asuka got tired of playing tea party.

“Natsu-nii you can take off that dress and make-up now.” Asuka told him.

“Alright!” Natsu cheered.

“But do it in the bathroom!” Lucy reprimanded him after earlier incident.

Although deep down inside of her she didn’t really mind him changing in front of her as she has seen him without much of his clothes many times before, but Asuka was there so that idea was a big no.

“Fine.” Natsu pouted as he made his way to the bathroom.

After a few minutes he was already back in his original clothes without make-up on his face.

“Natsu-nii! Let’s play Save the Kitty!” Asuka suggested

“But aren’t you tired from all that tea party thing we did earlier?!” Natsu asked in disbelief.

“Nope!” She answered with a sweet smile.

“But Natsu-nii! I promise this game will be fun! You’ll get to be a dragon who kidnaps the kitty and I’ll be the powerful mage who saves the kitty from you!” Asuka explained.

“Say no more kid! You had me at dragon!” Natsu grinned at her.

“Yay!” Asuka cheered.

“Now I’m all fired up!” Natsu declared as they started playing.

Natsu and Asuka played Save the Kitty for hours with Happy! Although Natsu was pretty competitive, but Asuka won every round of their game. Natsu got mad like a sore loser, but Lucy could see that wasn’t really the case. She knew that Natsu just let Asuka win every time.

‘That sweet dork. He’d make a good father though.” Lucy smiled as she thought to herself.

Soon Asuka was barely keeping her eyes open so Natsu decided to carry her to her room and tuck her in bed.

Lucy followed after him.

“Well today was an extremely tiring day, ain’t it Luce?” He said as he shut the door behind him quietly.

“Yeah.” Lucy sighed.

“I wonder what it be like to have one of my own.” She whispered to herself, but Natsu heard her.

“Hmmm what was that Luce? Don’t you mean one of our own?” He whispered behind her ear, a sly grin forming on his face.

Lucy’s face flushed different shades of red.

“You per-” Lucy was about to shout but got cut off with Natsu pulling her in close to his face.

“Shhh Luce, Asuka is already asleep. You wouldn’t want to wake her up do you?” Natsu stated as he brushed his lips against hers.

Lucy was speechless as she stared at Natsu with eyes the size of plates and cheeks as red as freshly picked tomatoes.

And then he kissed her.

It was a sweet and passionate kiss.

And from behind the bedroom door a soft giggle was heard.


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Author’s Note: So thank you guys for reading my one-shot! As you guys can see it’s slightly based on the Fairy Tail Omake chapter 378.5: Natsu and Asuka. I don’t know if the summary summarizes the story, but I hope you guys enjoyed reading the story!

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AU: Fans first got the idea of Harry’s hate for you through the annoyed looks and nonchalant/sarcastic replies to whenever your name was brought up. But then after you join the band on tour, you and Harry begin to spend more time together and let’s get it clear - you never hated Harry, and it sure took some work but after a while you two were on good terms. Those good terms turned into hand holding and then some kissing even, which photos quickly leaked onto the internet and fans figured it out. Harry went from being clear about his dislike towards you, to blushing whenever your name came up. *requested by anon*

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