giggles and whispering!

anonymous asked:

What if you're drunk and Harry's is sober & takes you home & you're all over him once you step through the door. Your arms are wrapped around his neck, & you're pressing sloppy, wet kisses to his cheek and neck and he's trying to get you into pajamas & he's just taken off your pants when you cling back onto him, face pressed into his neck and you're giggling until you whisper "spank me," lips pressed on his ear and he's trying to get you off of him, muttering "not now, love." despite his (cont)

(Cont) cock growing harder by the second. You turn around in your underwear and bra and spread yourself on the bed on your stomach and you look back at him, pushing yourself backwards so you’re on your hands and knees, wiggling your butt, reaching back to slap your own ass, momentarily grabbing onto the flesh and h really wants to fuck you but you’re just so drunk and he walks away from the bed and you’re quick to get up and follow him, your hand grabbing him and pulling him into you and (cont)
(Cont) you’re whining into he skin of his neck, begging him to spank you because “I’ve been a bad girl” and this goes on for about 15 minutes before you’re tired of begging and you’ve fallen asleep against him and he’s thinking about how he’s gonna fuck you into oblivion tomorrow.

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WOW OH MY GOD?!?!?

But consider: 

Graves accidentally addressing Newt as “darling” during a MACUSA meeting. 

There is a moment of dead silence, then Graves continues talking as if nothing has happened. MACUSA’s magizoology consultant is squirming in his seat with his face as red as his hair and Tina is next to him trying to keep her Serious Auror Face on while gleefully kicking Newt under the table. 

Seraphina Picquery is sighing to herself because her crack Auror team is actually a bunch of two-year-olds and nobody’s actually listening to Graves anymore because they’re all too busy giggling and whispering among themselves.

I want them to have a dinner again at Angelo’s..

This time I want them to walk together close, fingers entwined with each other’s. 

I want them to lean in to each other and giggle and whisper sweet nothings when they walk together towards their sanctuary,221B.

I want them to stop at the pavement in front of the flat.

And the John will try to role-play and ask, with a flirtatious smile “Aren’t you gonna invite me in?” And will kiss Sherlock. Leaving him almost breathless.


And Sherlock will say ,between breaths “Um…while I’m flattered, by your interest… I think you should know that I am married to…”


“Married to?” John will ask raising his eyebrows.


“A certain Doctor John Hamish Watson. Do you know him?”


“Let’s go upstairs and I will show you if I know him or not.”

There’s a standard arrangement in hotels: Gladio and Prompto in one bed, Ignis and Noctis in the other.

If anyone asked, Gladio would cite standard bodyguard procedure; he sleeps closest to the door, and Noctis furthest. The rest falls into line from there, since Ignis and Gladio are too big to comfortably share a hotel bed, and Noctis and Prompto giggle and shove and whisper incessantly when left together.

The full truth, though, is a little more selfish than that.

Prompto mumbles in his sleep, sometimes snores, and more often than not winds up cuddled up to Gladio by morning.  Gladio actually likes it; it’s easier for him to relax and fall asleep when Prompto relaxes so completely, it makes him feel safe in a way that has nothing to do with his weapon being within reach.

Noctis is too deep a sleeper for Ignis’s late night phone habits to bother him. More importantly though, Ignis sleeps lightly enough to cut Noctis’s nightmares off before they get into full swing. Several times, Gladio has blinked awake in the middle of the night to find Ignis whispering reassurances, holding Noctis close to his chest. 

(Sometimes it’s the standard: “I’m here, Noct. Shh, I’m right here.” Sometimes it’s murmured lists of stars, names straight out of an astronomy book, constellations sketched out as wards against dark dreams. Never “it’s alright,” though. Ignis probably couldn’t lie like that if he wanted to.)  

Nobody ever talks about it in the morning. 

Hell, maybe Noctis doesn’t even know.

Those stories the guards used to tell about the young prince and advisor sneaking out at night, the extra clothes Ignis kept in Noctis’s teenage apartment… There’d been some jokes among the palace staff at Ignis’s expense, mostly from people jealous of his position: “sleeping his way to the top” and whatever. Gladio almost wishes it was that simple. He’d like to drag everybody who ever smirked here to see this, to listen to the sounds Noctis makes while Ignis desperately tries to hold him together in the dark.

They asked what my favorite way to spend a lazy day was and all I could think about was you, wherever and whoever you are. So I closed my eyes, allowed myself a breath, and then I told them the truth. I am waiting for the day I can answer this with something along the lines of ‘curled between her legs and wrapped within her arms’.
The most domesticated warmth enveloping that rhythmatic beat behind my ribs.
At this time, I crave for the exploration of my life with the most striking girl I’ve ever met, so that I get the chance to spend lazy days trapped beneath comforting sheets with giggling whispers of success and fantasy.
I want our words to drip off each other’s skin as if they were paint.
We could rest within the existence of the other, reading a book together or perhaps making music, or maybe even watching tv engulfed in a wave of fluffy blankets.
If I had to say what my favorite way to spend a lazy day is, then I would say it’s well spent daydreaming about happiness. And you, whomever you may be.
—  ARH // To My Future

The first time Jack sets foot in Georgia, it takes less than a minute for the first drop of sweat to slide down his back.

The air is hot and humid, clinging to his skin and wrapping around him as a constant reminder of where he is, what he really came here for.

Mrs. Bittle (“Oh Jack, that’s Suzanne to you,”) is warm and welcoming, something she shares with her son. Mr. Bittle (“I’m known as Coach around here, son,”) greets him with a firm handshake and is all smiles after that. It’s clear as day how proud they are of their son, but Jack knows how good Bitty is at dismissing compliments unless they’re about one of his pies. Jack wonders if Bitty sees it.

His first night is Madison is quiet—not by choice, but because the Bittles’ bedroom is right down the hall. It’s all fairly innocent: the most he gets out of Bitty are a few hushed giggles and whispered chirps from red-kissed lips. Jack’s heart feels lighter than it has in ages.

There’s quite the crowd gathered at the Bittles’ residence for the fourth of July, where Jack shakes too many hands and answers too many questions. Bitty is holed up in the kitchen practically all day with his mother, but keeps peeking out every so often to monitor Jack. It’s sweet, even though he doesn’t need to; there’s sweat pooling at Jack’s lower back again but it isn’t a product of anxiety. He doesn’t mind talking to these people who don’t know him, and talking about hockey and Bitty and Samwell comes easily.

It’s a few hours before Bitty is able to steal the family truck and sneak them out of the party, alone, with no one listening down the hallway this time. Bitty parks it just off the road and everything goes dark when he cuts the engine and the headlights turn off.

Jack climbs into the back of the truck, Bitty following close behind. Jack stretches alongside him, placing a heavy arm over his shoulders as Bitty leans into him.

His skin feels clammy, the sweat on his back turning tacky in the cooler night air. There are fireworks dotting the sky above them, eclipsing the stars and echoing the feeling inside Jack’s chest. The emotion builds up along with the music playing softly from the truck’s radio. Bitty turns to look at Jack, eyes big and bright as colours play across his face. This is it, Jack thinks, and surrounds himself with that thought, that feeling, until it’s everywhere.

The White Witch’s Gift

A wee NSFW. Enjoy! The last part will be posted tomorrow.

Part 1, 2, 3


The clutched each other like thieves sneaking through the house. Talking in giggles and hushed whispers as they climbed the stairs together. They both felt the rush of excitement from their little secret and the giddiness of the knowledge that they were about to make love for the first time in nearly a decade.

They were almost through the bedroom door before Jamie stopped in the hallway.

He let go of Claire’s hand and moved towards Bree’s room.

“I…I just want to kiss her goodnight,” he whispered and Claire could tell, even in the dark, that his ears were slightly red.

Claire smiled encouragingly at him and they both walked to their daughter’s room for the first time ever together.

The nightlight from Bree’s room cast them all in a pink haze, almost dreamlike in its ambience. Jamie walked to her sleeping form and knelt down by the bed, placing his hand on the crown of her head, cradling her head between his hands like the gift she was to him.

“Goodnight, sweet lass. Have good dreams and know that ye are safe and cared for always.”

He reached down and kissed her forehead in the most heartbreakingly gentle way. 

“Even though ye canna see me, I will always be with you,” he touched her heart gently, “just here.”

Claire leaned back against the doorway, silent tears on her cheeks, running down to her neck. She scrambled to wipe them away before Jamie saw, he would look at her with an exasperated smile.

He turned and smiled at her, giving Bree one last kiss before walking over to where Claire stood.

“Come,” he compelled, tugging her arm into the hall. “Let me love ye, Sassenach and let you love me, too.”

Jamie didn’t remember how they made it to the bed, he didn’t even really know when Claire lit the fireplace, but he did remember the moment when she bit his lip and scratched at his clothes. The lioness was coming out to play and Jamie’s hands shook in anticipation of her.

Claire was deft and quick as she unbuttoned his pants, but stopped suddenly.

“What’s wrong?” Jamie asked, trying to keep the longing and desperation out of his voice.

Claire’s eyes were trained on something in his pocket. A bit of green he had picked when on the quest for the white witch.

Tears pickled in Claire’s eyes once more as she saw the green peeking out of his pocket. Watercress.

 It was silly, but seeing it made her realize how much he must have thought about her, how much he missed her. She knew it already, but seeing the physical reminder of her care and knowledge was enough to make her knees weak. He remembered.  

She reached out gently and touched the plant, wondering how it could travel through time and space and not wilt.

Jamie smiled slightly at her, moving his thumb down her cheek in answer.

I know, he said. I remembered, he said. You never really left me.

The ever present tears flowed over again, but were quickly chased away by the feel of soft lips against her cheeks, erasing them, replacing them with sensation.

“I love you,” she gasped into his neck between desperate kisses. “I love you.”

He only pressed her tight to his body in response, needing to have her closer, to feel her body against his as if to ingrain it into his memory and preserve the feeling when he could no longer touch her. 

Their clothing disappeared after that in a blur. First his jacket, torn off in a hast. Then, her thick sweater, pulled slowly over her head as he touched every inch of newly exposed skin as if he had never felt a woman before.

 At last they laid down on the fluffy rug in front of the now roaring fire.

As Claire ran her hands up and down Jamie’s arms, she felt the welts on his wrists from the shackles of prison. Deep feeling overwhelmed her by the evidence of his sacrifice, not only to her and their baby, but to his people.

She was careful not to rub the flesh the wrong way as she brought one wrist up to her mouth. She felt the raw flesh with her lips as she kissed the marks gently and passionately as if to show him he was loved and whoever had hurt him this way had done a great injustice to a kind man.

“Don’t fret over it, Sassenach,” Jamie whispered against her hair while bringing his wrist away from her lips to rest on the curve of her hip. “Just be here for now.”

Pushing her grief aside, she did just that. She brought her lips up to his for a fiery kiss, his mouth crushing hers as they sought to envelope one another. His fingers twined in her hair and her hands clutched his shoulders close to her naked body, feeling the scratch of the hair on his chest against her sensitive breasts.

His tongue danced with hers, exploring territory once conquered, but now forging a new path, feeling every old crevice and every new scar 

She laid down on her back, relishing the comfort of the plushy rug while Jamie stretched out on top of her.  Jamie kissing the silver marks on Claire’s stomach from Bree’s tumbling in the womb. She wept at the deep scar on his thigh from Culloden and felt the smoothness of his upper thighs. She followed the blue, pulsing line of his artery to the center of him while he trembled and placed his hands deep in her curls.

And when she took him, those hands shook and a deep blush spread across his body from the immense feeling.

He took his time with her body, making it hum and sing as such he used to do everyday. He nuzzled her thigh and kissed her toes, making her giggle.

He nipped at her pale, white skin, taking pride in the red mark that formed before his eyes. He inhaled her earthy, feminine perfume and it made him dizzy. He relished in the sounds she made as he loved her.

It was them trying to savor the time that they had together, torn with the feeling of not being close enough, fast enough. The struggled to find a rhythm, but then all was simple the moment he eased her legs apart.

The language they had been trying to remember came back to them and then sighed when at last Jamie came into her body.

They both melted like jelly and began the rhythm they had started so long ago, one that could never be forgotten.

“Oh, Claire,” he whispered against her skin. “God, Claire.”

She only clutched him tighter and held on as he rocked against her, wrapping her legs around him. The first few thrusts were gentle, but it feed an ever hungry fire between them that left the demand for more. The hunger of the lost years was too much and they came together harder. Jamie’s thrusts powerful and harder. Claire’s hips rocked faster and pulled him tighter as he came into her deep again and again until she trembled against him, thighs locking hard against his.

The trembling in her started the release in Jamie and he poured himself deep inside her, deep enough so that even when he was no longer here, she would still have some of him inside her.

 They were quiet for a long while after, simply holding each other, unwilling to move an inch that might disrupt their union. The last thing Claire remembered was Jamie whispering in Gaelic as the fire crackled and popped next to them.

Jamie watched her sleeping face as she drifted off, their bodies still tangled around each other. An overwhelming feeling of safety and love came over him, a feeling so foreign in the years apart from her and so peaceful, he to fell asleep despite his efforts to stay awake to memorize her face once more.

And for those blissful moments of rest, their minds forgot their imminent parting and remembered their brief years of peace once more.

Continued here

Maybe I’ll Call You Mine (Yoongi)

In which Yoongi isn’t too upset that you’re ruining his badass reputation, as long as he can kiss you whenever he wants.

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

There are three rules about Min Yoongi.

High school is a hell of survival and in its noisy corridors of papers flying, guys jeering and girls giggling, the silent whispers of the golden rules are exchanged like a worldwide fact. Everybody knows better than to mess with Min Yoongi if they wanted to live to see the next day.

Everyone that is, except you.

Rule 1 : Min Yoongi never smiles (like, ever).

Spending Friday afternoon at the school library hours after school has been out sorting through just about a thousand library books was not how you had thought your weekend would be starting off.

Yet here you were, stamp in one hand, gigantic pile of books stacked next to you haphazardly as you tried to log, categorize and number them all. You had thought volunteering at the library would mean hours of silent haven, flipping through books and doing basically nothing.

Not running back and forth trying to put books in all the right places and realizing you really were too short for the top shelf besides the fact that it had been hours since you had last seen a bed and probably looked very much like hell.

And it didn’t help that Min Yoongi was staring.

“You know,” you said at last, trying to carry a pile of books way too heavy for you all at once. “It’s rude to stare at people failing at life.”

Yoongi drops what he has been pretending to read for the past twenty minutes (Basketball Through The Ages : A History) and there is tug of the edge of his lips that begins to resemble something of a smile.

But that’s impossible. Min Yoongi never smiles.

“Watching you try to put things in the top shelf you’re a foot too short for seemed like better entertainment,” he says, tugging at his dark bangs that almost fell past his eyes. You blush a little, pouting.

“There was a time chivalry was alive and people would help if they saw someone lacking,” you mumble, standing on your toes to put the encyclopedias in to the upper sections.

“Maybe,” he says, but he gets up anyway, walking over to you and taking the hefty books from your grasp. He’s not too tall himself but even then, he’s able to place all of the books up without any trouble at all and you curse genetics for you being way too small for your own good.

“I guess chivalry isn’t so dead after all,” you say, placing books on the shelves you could actually reach.

“So what do I get for that?” Yoongi asks, hint of playfulness in his voice and you blink at him in surprise. You look around in desperation.

“Here,” you say at last, taking a gold star sticker from the drawer and reaching out to his cheek, lightly sticking it there and smoothing it out with your thumb.

He’s quiet for a moment and you feel like you’ve been too forward too soon. You’re rooted to the spot, blushing so hard, it’s difficult to look anywhere except your feet.

“I’m sorry I -”

And then he’s laughing and it’s a beautiful sound; soft and high pitched and carefree, the kind that makes you feel something in your chest, warm and glorious all at once. Your cheeks tint pinker when he ruffles your hair.

“Do you give gold stars to everyone that helps you out?”

“Only the chivalrous semi-tall kind that help out a damsel in distress,” you smirk.

You both spend the rest of the afternoon sorting through about a hundred more books, Yoongi holding you up by your waist every time a book was too high to reach and you smacking his arm and telling him you could manage on your own as you got redder with every time he picked you up.

He laughs at your reddening cheeks and pinches them lightly and you wonder who the hell said Min Yoongi doesn’t smile.

It may be rare, but Min Yoongi smiles like tangible iridescent sunshine.

Rule 2 : Min Yoongi never shares food (like, ever).

The cafeteria is so packed, you can barely find place to give yourself walking leeway, forget about finding a seat when about ten people are sharing one table. You sigh, eyes scanning every corner of the room even though you’ve lost all hopes of finding anywhere to sit.

Until you see an entire empty table. With only Min Yoongi on it.

“Saving my life again,” you tell him as you slip into the seat next to him. He looks up from his fries and raises an eyebrow.

“Always at hand for the damsel in distress,” he says at last, downing fries with water.

“How the hell did you manage fries and I got eight year old meat?” You say, wrinkling your nose at what the cafeteria lady had plopped onto your tray five minutes ago.

“What can I say? I have a way with the ladies.” You choke, rolling your eyes.

“If only I had some fries right now,” you say, leaning over his shoulder with a dramatic sigh. Yoongi groans.

“Okay, look. If you can catch a fry with your mouth on the first try, you can have all of it.”

You perk up, grinning.

“You’re on.”

Yoongi picks up a fry, aiming carefully at your face. He throws it in slow motion and you catch it in your mouth just a second before it falls to the table, beaming like crazy. He raises his eyebrows again in surprise and pushes his fries to you and it is only then that you realize the whole cafeteria has gone silent. The staring towards the two of you is so blatant, even Yoongi seems to notice as he shifts uncomfortably in his seat.

“Um, Yoongi, I think we should -”

“Yeah,” he says, and you both walk out awkwardly amidst hushed whispering.

Rule 3 : Min Yoongi doesn’t fall in love (like, ever).

It’s the third week in a row Min Yoongi has stayed back after school to help you with library duty and you’re getting more than a little suspicious.

Lucky you don’t mind having him around too much to overlook this fact.

Of course in your dictionary, ‘not minding’ having Yoongi around meant blushing every time he was anywhere near you, stuttering whenever he gave you the rare compliment, and trying to control the butterflies you felt whenever he so much as looked in your general direction.

Not that you were going to tell him this.

“I’m going home,” you say, finishing up with the last of the sorting as Yoongi let you down from his shoulders at last. “Thanks for helping out again, Yoongi-ah.”

“About that,” he says, as you zip your bag and sling it over your shoulder. “I don’t think I can help you out with the library anymore.” You freeze, looking into his eyes with desperation, heart sinking.

“Why?”

He takes a second to phrase his reason. “There was a change of plan.” But you weren’t going to let go that easily.

“Like what?”

“Like the fact that I wasn’t supposed to fall in love with this dorky girl who spends more time in the library than she does with actual people not to mention the fact that she ruins my reputation on a twenty four by seven basis which is getting pretty damn hard to ignore,” he says, smiling so wide, his gums show.

“I thought Min Yoongi doesn’t fall in love,” you say, blushing hard. He shakes his head slowly.

“Like I said, there may have been a slight change in plans,” he says, reaching down and finding your lips which he presses lightly against his own. You close your eyes, hands finding his shirt and tugging him closer. When you pull away, he’s flushed and grinning.

“This is what I meant by ruining my reputation.”

But Yoongi doesn’t mind too much because he gets about ten gold stars for that kiss that day.


Lucifer Morningstar Imagines

Originally posted by noeli94

You giggled incoherently as some stranger whispered into your ear, hand slipping up your bare knees. Head spinning and feeling a lot more than buzzed, you relished in the body heat and Lux’s blaring music. 

That is…until you felt cold again, and you opened you eyes to see your mysterious stranger being shoved away from you. He stumbled back comically and opened his mouth to argue until he looked up and promptly scurried away.

You turned to see Lucifer cock an eyebrow at you, almost condescendingly, as he sat down next to you.  

“Lucifer!” You exclaimed over-exuberantly. “Drink with me!”

“Mm, I’d love to, but I think you’ve had enough to drink tonight if you were going to let that scumbag make a move on you.”

“I liked him,” you slurred. “I think we could’ve had really kinky sex.”

Lucifer choked on the drink Maze had slide across the bar, before turning to you with a wide grin and wide eyes.

“Y/N!” He exclaimed with glee, “Ooh, you naughty girl. On second thought, why I don’t I get you another drink, hmm? Let’s see what else you can spill.”

Red Velvet Reaction to: You Sitting On Their Lap & Fidgeting, Making You Grind On Them & Turn Them On

mmm version: here

Irene: Keeps eating but her chews grow aggressive the more she’s unable to not focus on your butt grinding against her. She loves butts; the whole world knows that. So why were you doing this to her?

Originally posted by bubbleflexe

Wendy: Sings a song of joy and praise inside her mind: “I’m getting laid later ~”

Originally posted by taengtoes

Seulgi: Starts giggling, whispering “Not in front of everyone!” in your ear and waving off the others questions, curious over her sudden laughter.

Originally posted by fyeah-seulgi

Joy: Can’t tell if your grinding is on purpose or not

Originally posted by joysus-christ

Reaction when another member points out a hickey they didn’t notice

Anonymous Asked:  Can you please write a reaction for when you(reader) gives the boys a hickey and they didn’t notice until another member brings it up.

Sure thing! Thanks so much for the request!


JB: He first notices that everyone is staring at him but he just attributes that to him just doing a good job that day. It isn’t until the giggling and whispering starts that he begins to get suspicious. When they finally tell him he gets kind of surprised but then he remembers what the two of you were doing the day before and he tries to brush it off. He even gets a little smug about it but he’s planning on how to get you back later.

Mark: Surprised that you would have left a mark on him, He thought that you had been so careful. Still he can’t help but be kind of happy that you were excited enough to leave him with a hickey. The other members tease him a little but he doesn’t mind. He has one and they don’t so really he won. 

Jackson: He’d go to the bathroom after they pointed it out trying to remember when he had gotten it but it’s not really a huge deal to him. He’d show it off a little bit and be smug because it’s like you’re saying that he’s yours and that gives him a little thrill. 

Jinyoung: Would be completely shocked that you left a mark on him. He’s not angry about it just surprised because if he hadn’t noticed then anyone could have seen it and that means it may have been caught on camera when he was filming a drama. It’s not a very high possibility but he’s a worrier. Now that he knows about it though he’ll be better about hiding it. 

Youngjae: Shock and awe. At first he’s like, not my Jagi, she’s not that frisky and then he’d remember what the two of you were doing the night before and get really quiet because maybe he was wrong. But then he’d get really happy to know that you have a sexy side along with your cute side. 

Bambam: OMG She did what! Runs to the mirror and wonders how he didn’t catch it when he was getting ready in the morning. He acts smug for the rest of the day. A lot like JB but he’s extra about it. Like of course she gave me a hickey, I’m her Oppa after all. 

Yugyeom: At first he notices that everyone is teasing him a lot more than usual, like a lot more. So when he’s taking a break and goes to the bathroom he sees the mark and it suddenly starts making sense. He gets all squishy and shy because you like him enough to do that. 

  • What she says: I'm fine
  • What she means: Imagine Sunset and Twilight holding hands on woodland strolls in Camp Everfree. Imagine them brushing each other's hair at slumber parties & complimenting each other on how good they look in outfits Rarity made them. Imagine Twilight calling Sunset to hear her voice after having a nightmare about Midnight Sparkle. Imagine Twilight helping Sunset to study and giving her such nice hugs when she does well that Sunset works even harder to try and get perfect marks. Imagine them putting cute notes into each other's lockers and giggling over whispered secrets under the duvet and supporting each other through everything

I ended up watching Jersey Girl last night and kind of got inspired. Oops. If this is too long I’ll put it under a cut, just let me know.


“Lillian!” Liam yelled as he entered his home after a long day at the office. His job was great, put money in his pocket and food on the table every night. Another upside, he was able to be home each night to cook dinner and tuck his little girl in to bed every night. “Lillian! I’m home!”

 Liam heard whispered giggles coming from upstairs and remembered that Lillian had a scheduled play date today. His mum had volunteered to pick her up from school and take her home, monitor the play date, including finishing homework before any actual playing began. He dropped his briefcase on the side table closest to him and toed off his loafers. He loved his job but could do without the uniform. Stuffy suits and ties were not ideal, it beat his old job though, the local garbage man. It too had its perks but wasn’t Liam’s dream goal. A goal that got a little sidetracked when Lillian came into his life a little over seven years ago. He had just turned eighteen, about to start his first year of uni when his summer hookup, Sophia, broke the news to him. She was pregnant and keeping it. Gobsmacked is the only word Liam could use to describe how he felt at that moment. In a blink of an eye he saw his entire future vanish. He was going to help Sophia every step of the way because he wanted to, not because he needed to. Liam Payne at eighteen was many things but a deadbeat dad was not one of them. He lucked out, his parents were more than willing to step in when things got too tough, after they got over their initial shock of it all. Sophia never had to ask for anything, whatever she needed was always given to her. Her life was being turned upside down as well. Christmas Eve that year they married in a small ceremony at the local church. Sophia didn’t want anything massive, just close family and a few friends. 

On the fifth of May, Lillian Karen Payne was born and Liam’s life changed forever, in more ways than one. There were complications during the delivery, Sophia’s heart wasn’t strong enough or that’s what the doctors told Liam as they were pushing him out of the delivery room. In another blink of an eye Liam became a father and a widower all at once. He had so many emotions running through him. Overjoyed about the birth of his daughter and utterly distraught over the loss of his wife. He was inconsolable, not wanting to see or talk to anyone. Looking at Lillian hurt him the most. She looked just like her mother, tons of brown hair and big brown eyes that just kept staring up at him in wonder. For the first month of her life, Liam refused to even hold her. It just hurt too much. It was supposed to be them against the world but it was all too much. His family and even Sophia’s mum stepped in and took over, looking after Lillian and Liam every day. In July Liam’s mum had had enough, enough of walking on eggshells around her son. She yelled at him, gave him a talking to that was weeks in the making. Liam’s life was turned upside down, that was a given, but that didn’t give him the right to do that to everyone else’s life. They’d been more than generous in helping him now it was his turn to return the favor and actually become the father he intended to be. 

Over the years things weren’t perfect, no one has a handbook on how to be a single father while still being a teenager. He grieved for his wife every time Lillian did something new, her first word, when she started to crawl and eventually walk and run around. All these firsts were supposed to be experienced as a family. It did get easier though, the pain never went away but it was no longer a constant agony burning in his chest. Liam may be biased but Lillian was probably the best kid to ever have been born. She never fussed or threw temper tantrums, well, not often. After Lillian’s first birthday he moved back into his parents home, they wanted them closer and Liam wasn’t going to argue with that or them. He started uni at the local school up in Wolverhampton while working as the local garage man at nights. It was time consuming and tiresome but more than worth it. His parents had really stepped up and Sophia’s folks came by whenever their time let him. Lillian was filled with an over abundance of love. After four grueling years of school, Liam had graduated top of class and with honors. When he walked the stage to receive his diploma his daughters cheers were the loudest out of the whole noisy room. He was more than proud of himself. 

He landed his job months after graduating, a financial adviser to one of the many tech companies popping up all over Wolverhampton. They were gracious and kind, understanding of Liam’s situation. He was able to drop Lillian off at school and be home in time to feed and bathe her before tucking her in each time. He was also able to afford his own place, mere blocks away from his parents. They stopped by less as time progressed but still were willing to step in and take over the reins when things got overwhelming for Liam. His mum picked Lillian up every day she didn’t after afternoon footie practice, dance class, or a play date. At seven his daughter had a better social life than her father, she always had something she was scheduled to do on the weekend or after school. Liam was lucky he even had friends, if coworkers even counted as friends. And don’t even get him started on the last time he had been on a date. Come to think of it he hasn’t been out with anyone since Sophia died. 

 "Hey mum,“ he greeted her warmly with a kiss on her forehead. "How was Lill today at school?”

“Passed her maths test,” Karen boasted proudly. “Only one in her class to get a perfect score.”

“I told you, my baby is a genius,” he joked, sitting across from his mother at the small kitchen table. “Who’s upstairs with her today? I can’t keep her schedule straight nowadays.”

“Nasir Malik,” Karen rattled off like she was her granddaughter’s walking calendar. 

Liam picked at the tablecloth and he tried to rattle his brain. That name didn’t sound familiar, his daughter had too many friends to keep track of. “Who?”

“Nasir Malik,” she repeated in a huff. “New boy. He moved here about a month ago.”

“My daughter is upstairs alone with a boy!” He shrieked and stood up fast. “Mum! H-why did you okay that idea?”

“Liam,” she chided her son. “Be rational and reasonable. They’re seven, what harm are they going to cause?”

Liam raised his eyebrows and shook his head. “I was seven once, I know how seven year old boys think.”

Liam continued to shake his head and his made his way up the stairs and towards his daughter’s room. The door was closed and giggling could still be heard. Uh oh. This was not ideal, not ideal at all. He kept creeping forward, hoping neither children could hear him approaching. He put his hand on the door handle and let out a calming breath. Whatever was on the opposite side of the door wasn’t going to get the better of him, hopefully. 

“Oh my god!”

“Daddy!” Lillian screamed once her father swung the door open. 

Standing in front of Liam was a seven year old boy with his pants around his knees. His daughter was sitting in front of Nasir, her eyes wide and quizzical, that’s when she looked like Sophia the most. No. Memories were not going to sidetrack him from his. “Lillian Karen Payne!”

“Daddy,” she repeated, still shocked. “Nasir’s thing doesn’t look like yours.”

Liam let out a breath, trying not laugh at his little girls innocence and trying to calm his now boiling blood. “Young man, pull up your pants and I want both of you downstairs now!”

Minutes later both kids sat in front of him on the couch as he sat on the coffee table. He ran downstairs and dismissed his mother after telling her what happened. Karen tried to control her laughter as she left, patting her sons cheeks as she departed. Now Liam had to talk to these kids without being embarrassed himself. He had just caught a seven year old boy with his pants down around his daughter. This definitely wasn’t in the parents handbook he still desperately needed. 

“What are you intentions with my daughter?” He asked Nasir. He tried to keep a straight and stern face but the poor kid looked he was going to piss his pants. 

“Huh?” Nasir asked, looking up at Liam through his long lashes. 

“Daddy!” Lillian exclaimed in embarrassment. “Stop!”

“Young man, what you did was not appropriate, not now, not ever,” Liam scolded him. “I’m going to have to talk to your parents.”

“No, don’t,” he begged, his bottom lip quivering in fear. “Please. My abbu will kill me. Please Mr. Payne, you can’t tell him.”

Liam stood up and nodded his head firmly. “I’m going to need to speak to him son, sorry.”

Waiting for Nasir’s father to arrive was tense. Both kids remained in the living room, sitting on the couch where Liam could keep a close eye on them. Pacing back and forth to look menacing, when in reality he had no idea what he was doing. Mr. Malik had answered the phone and laughed when Liam relayed the story, promising to come by as soon as possible. Five minutes after they phone was hung up Mr. Malik arrived and knocked the breath out of him. He was absolutely gorgeous. He now knew where Nasir got his eyelashes from. He introduced himself as Zayn. He didn’t look much older than Liam was, another young parent in the mix. 

“Sorry,” Zayn apologized as soon as he arrived. “I don’t know where he got this idea from.”

“It’s okay,” Liam assured him. “I’m raising Lillian alone so I don’t even know the protocol for all this.”

“Same,” Zayn replied. “Since he was three it’s just me and Nasir, raising a child all alone should come with a pamphlet.”

Liam’s eyebrows shot up and his eyes got wide instantly. A young parent and also a single parent? Things were certainly looking up for Liam today. He sighed to try and compose himself as he kept looking at the kids who still sat on the couch looking sad and obviously regretting their decisions. “I say that all the time to me mum. Try raising a little girl all alone, even harder.”

“They’re kids,” Zayn reasoned with Liam and he leaned against the refrigerator. He limbs looking longer as he reclined a little. Dark ink peeking out from under his shirtsleeves and his collar. A nose ring shining against the dull kitchen light. “Things like this are bound to happen I guess.”

Liam shrugged, unable to form words due to his tongue feeling heavy in his mouth and his throat feeling dry. “I-I guess.”

Zayn pushed himself off the fridge and shoved his hands in his frayed jeans. “We should do this again?”

“This?” Liam squawked. “Our kids with their pants down, again?”

“No,” Zayn laughed, his tongue pressed behind his teeth, laugh lines by his eyes. Truly adorable. “A play date but with both of us monitoring the rascals.”

“Yea-yeah,” Liam agreed rather quickly. If he had any pride left he would’ve been embarrassed by how quickly he agreed to Zayn’s offer. 

“Good,” Zayn nodded and walked towards the living room and his son. “Come in Nasir, time to go home. Say goodbye to Lillian and Mr. Payne.”

“Bye,” he said to them, how voice low and his head hung in shame. “See you at school tomorrow Lillian.”

“Bye Nasir,” she told him, her voice echoing the little boys. Clearly they both had learned some sort of lesson from today’s events. 

Liam let Zayn and Nasir out, not even caring how obvious he was being as he obviously checked Zayn out as he walked away and towards his car. He didn’t even mind that Zayn turned his head around and winked in Liam’s direction before turning the corner with his son in tow.