Harry Styles is making his solo debut on Saturday Night Live this April, the NBC show announced Tuesday. The announcement comes on the heels of a video teaser that aired this past weekend in the U.K. that showed Styles opening a door as piano music played in the background before “April 7” flashed on the screen, hinting that the One Direction member would be premiering music that day.
The same day the clip aired, Styles also posted three white squares on his Instagram account — the same squares he posted in September before he was revealed as Another Man magazine’s cover star.
This will mark Styles’ first release as a solo artist since One Direction went on hiatus in March 2016. Since then, former member Zayn Malik and current member Niall Horan have also released music solo.
Styles previously appeared on Saturday Night Live when One Direction was the musical guest three separate times in 2012, 2013, and 2014. SNL alum Jimmy Fallon will host the upcoming episode. See the announcement above.
Hand to the short curly haired man upstairs, this hadn’t been planned. It started with a bit of fun, a small prank. Although now, at this new point in time, you couldn’t remember what possessed you to think of this, you had changed your name in Sam’s phone. It was suppose to be a minor inconvenience. One you could laugh off later. Instead of “Y/n” your name read “Destiny”. The joke was a lot funnier at two in the morning as you were rushing to think of something while Sam was in the bathroom. You returned to you separate motel room next door before he was done.
Cas leaned over the engine of the Impala. Dean had been working with him on proper car maintenance for years and now trusted him to work alongside him on his Baby. Sam thought it was actually kind of sweet. He stood back to watch the happy couple do their cutesy domestic thing. Then he saw it.
Cas’ shirt rode up his back to reveal an anti-possession symbol tattoo. Of course Cas would have one but it was the placement that threw him. The angel had a tramp stamp. It may as well have read, “Property of Dean.”
As he leaned further Sam could see the deep purple bruises around it. They matched the ones Dean had made no attempt at hiding during breakfast. Now the thought of his brother’s face that close to Cas’ ass made him regret the eggs over easy.
Dean loved seeing the tattoo on Castiel’s back. He loved how it fit perfectly in the dip when Cas had his ass up in the air presenting himself. He’d run the heel of his hand into it as he buried his tongue deep inside Cas. He got him sloppy wet with spit and strawberry lube and sucked and bit the skin around the ink as he worked Cas open with his fingers.
Dean ran his thumbs over his fresh marks when he sank into him. Cas sat up to bounce back on him. Dean liked that action so he lifted Cas off so he could lay back and let his angel ride him. Cas latched onto his neck and sucked until he broke skin.
“You are, Dean. Keep doing that. I’m so close.” He slammed himself down on Dean and pumped his own hard length until hot cum spattered on Dean’s chest. Dean grabbed Cas’ hips and held him firm to fill him with his own jizz. He kept him seated in his lap and even gave his ass a playful slap before letting him dismount.
“You know, your tattoo got me thinking. You’re walking around showing the world you’re mine so…” Dean rolled over onto his stomach to show Cas a black pair of wings on his lower back.
“Dean…” Cas lightly touched the fresh ink. He placed tender kisses around it, carefull to avoid the redness. “You did this for me?”
“Yeah. You like it?”
“I love it. Gives me something to stare at for round two.” Cas bit the cheek of Dean’s ass.
“Hey, give the human a little rebound time, would you, babe?” Dean smiled and wiggled his ass.
Sam went back to the garage to let Dean know their mom was stopping by. He walked in on them in a heavy make out session and Dean was shirtless. Black grease streaked them both. He caught sight of a patch that looked more like a wing than a blotch.
“Seriously? You both have tramp stamps? Oh my god.”
Dean broke the kiss and spun around toward the moose. “At least it means something. Not like your generic tribal Mr. Too Much Tequila freshman year.”
Sam turned bright red. “Fuck you. And clean yourselves up. Mom’s coming over.” He stormed back into the bunker. “Maybe Rowena can zap the damn thing off.”
just a random idea that came to me in a fever dream earlier this week. rated E for explicit smutty smut smut. enjoy!
“You want me to do what?”
Peeta frowned at her foot, wielding the nail polish brush threateningly. “First, I want you to hold still.” Katniss wriggled her toes defiantly but then obliged, hardly daring to breathe when he swiped the coral nail polish onto her big toe in nice, even strokes. It looked perfect, of course. He could always paint better than she could, even nails.
“Seriously, though. You want me to go to a dinner party with you?” she asked. He glanced up at her with a crooked smile before he started painting her next toenail.
“You make it sound like I’ve asked you to strip naked and run around the block or something,” he said, focusing on her toes. She snorted, then clamped her lips shut when he shot her a warning look. Snorting made her foot jiggle, apparently. “It’s just a dinner party. Delly asked everyone to bring a guest–someone, and I quote, ‘interesting.’ So I’m asking you.”
Katniss stared at the top of his head, his blond curls falling across his forehead as he worked. “But I don’t really know her. And what a weird stipulation,” she said with a laugh.
Peeta shrugged. “Delly likes her theme parties,” he muttered, tongue poking out the corner of his mouth as he delicately painted her pinky toe. Satisfied with his work, he shot her a triumphant smile. “And you’re the most interesting person I know.”
She rolled her eyes. “Says the guy who paints nails better than any girl I know.”
He gave her a look of mock offense. “Are you questioning my masculinity? You know how I feel about rigid gender roles.” Then he held up his hand, palm flat, fingers spread. “And who’s got a steadier hand than me?” She kicked playfully at his hand, and he made a noise of protest, grabbing her ankle to place her foot down on the coffee table. “Don’t mess up my hard work.”
Katniss slumped down into the couch, chewing on her lip. “You know I don’t like people. How am I supposed to be interesting around a bunch of strangers?”
Screwing the nail polish bottle shut, Peeta sat back on his hands. “Just think of it as a challenge. See how often you can work into the conversation that dry wit and razor-sharp sarcasm of yours without them realizing you’re insulting them.”
“Do you want people to hate me?” she asked wryly, folding her arms over her chest. He grinned.
“Delly said interesting. She didn’t say anything about likable.” He laughed when she flipped him off, then pushed off the floor to stand up. “I should head home. But I swear, if you just be yourself, people will love you.” She didn’t think it was that simple. Peeta never had to worry about getting people to like him; it just came naturally to him. But she didn’t argue the point, letting him pull her up from the couch. With cotton balls stuffed between her toes, she wobbled after him to the front door. Grabbing his jacket from the coat rack, he turned to her. “So you’ll come?”
From the moment you saw him in that red coat, you wanted him to fuck your brains out. You didn’t ask him to but over the course of the Kings of Leon concert, you hinted at it very subtly. A stroke of a hand, a kiss on an ear, a whisper on a tongue. Throughout the night, you always had your hand on him somewhere; his hand, his shoulder, his waist, his chest, his face. And no-one could blame you. Because Harry Styles was one fine-looking man who just happened to be yours.
The band was amazing and you had a great time, despite staring at your boyfriend for over half of the concert. There was a moment about 50 minutes into the concert when you said that you needed to go to the toilet; Harry being protective of you asked Glenne to go with you. Everyone thought you just needed to do your business but no. Your plan was sneaky. Glenne waited outside for you very patiently while you locked yourself in one of the cubicles. It took all of five seconds to pull your panties down your legs and over the hook of your heels. The air shot up in between your legs and you closed your mouth to stop yourself from squeaking. You straightened out your dress, stuffed your panties into your clutch and went back out to join Glenne.
You returned with her midway through a song and Harry was having a blast, drinking and singing along. Your arm automatically went around his waist and he smiled down at her, wrapping his free arm around you. From his touch, the heat in between your legs began to grow immediately. You couldn’t help it, you were turned on by him basically 100% of the time.
“Are you OK, baby? You look flushed. You hot?” He said in your ear over the loud music. Well, in truth, you were hot. It was stuffy with all the lights and the people but the reason you were flushed was clear to you. You leaned up on your heels and pressed your lips to his ear.
“Yes, because I have no panties on.”
Harry stiffened from your words and his arm tightened around your waist, sending a flash of desire into your folds. You didn’t care if people were taking pictures of you two. You wanted to show him affection and he felt the same way so nothing stopped either of you. Your lips came together with his in a searing kiss, which matched the song Sex On Fire. It was always hard for you to control yourself when Harry was kissing you as his kisses were beyond the feeling of incredible. They were like fire or like a spring breeze. Soft and hot. Perfection. You clutched the lapel of his coat with your free hand, sighing into the kiss.
“Harry, everyone can see you.” Jeff said from behind him.
“Oh, sod off.” Harry scoffed and kissed you again, wetting your lips tenderly. When he pulled back, you saw the look of lust in his sparkling green eyes, shining in the dark.
“Where are they?”
“Where are what?” You asked.
“Don’t act all innocent. Give them to me.”
You gulped. How the fuck am I going to give him my panties without anyone seeing them?! He gestured for you to come closer so you did, so close that your chests were touching. You bit your lip and opened your clutch a little bit, quickly fishing out the lacy material. Fortunately, they were black so they weren’t very noticeable. Harry tucked your panties into one of the pockets on the inside of his coat, turning back to the band as if nothing happened.
“Am I going to get them back?” I asked.
“If you’re a good girl.” Was his response. And for the rest of the concert, the panties were never brought up in conversation.
can please you do a bts taehyung smut where he's your bf and he's teaching you a dance at the practice room and he ends up fingering you in front of the mirror (and you can take it from there if you want)
I Recommend listening to kiss it better by Rihanna while you read this💖
“What are you willing to do” Your sweaty palms pressed
against the mirror of the practice room as one foot planted down in the ground
and the other pushed back out behind it to rest your toes down against the
marble floor but your heel in the air as Rihanna’s Kiss It Better played
through the speakers. You took deep breaths head rolling forward with your eyes
shut as you focused on calming down your beating heart. Sweat dripped down all
parts of your body, from your forehead down your face, from the middle of your
shoulders down your back. The ponytail
you had decided to put in your head was giving you a headache but you didn’t
want to take it out until you were done.
“You can’t be tired already.” Taehyung teased, his dark
raspy voice sounding out through the somewhat quiet room as the song ended. You
looked at him through the mirror almost glaring at him as you slowly pushed off
“Fuck you.. I’m tired can we stop now?” You asked softly
bracing your hands on your hips rolling your neck around.
“it’s barely been an hour baby.” Taehyung gave a soft
chuckle as he made his way up to you, his hand coming out to rest on your lower
“Yeah and that’s enough time for me to see what I got down
and what I need to get down.” You swatted his hand away from your sweaty body
frowning because it was gross to you. He was doing this to get under your skin.
“And you expect to ace the dance audition with that attitude?
You haven’t learned anything.” Taehyung sighed watching you. You had asked for his
help with creating a dance with you. It was so that you could become a dance
trainer for those who are starting to rise up as young artist and hone their
skills. It was going to be something like a workshop and the hours were going
to help you financially.
“I did! I learned that I don’t like dancing that much and if
it’s for me then I’ll get it.” You lied feeling discouraged as you stare down
at the wooden bar that was in the middle of the mirror. Taehyung sighed walking
backwards going to the speaker to unplug his phone.
“Fine then, get changed and we can go.” You were shocked
that he gave in so easily. You ran behind him wrapping your arms around his
waist with your energy clinging onto him. Your breast pressed against his chest
as your fingers sprawled out across his lower abdomen feeling the lines of his
abs, his head rolling forward to look down at your fingers. He stood a few
inches taller than you, but you liked the height, your body pressing fully
against his you pouted puffing out your cheeks.
“You’re not supposed to give up that easily..” You mumbled
as you watched him.
“Why not when my girl doesn’t want to do it? You know that I
always agree to what you want no matter what, you said you didn’t want to do it
anymore so I was going to take you home.” Taehyung said softly looking over his
shoulder at you.
“But! That was because I’m discouraged.. Look at you! You’re
so good when you dance. What if someone comes along and they are good like you
or any of the other members? I’ll be back to where I started..” You let him go looking
down at your hands. “We can go then.. I want a bath.” You muttered out feeling
like a little kid for saying such things Taehyung turned around and he smiled
down softly at you cupping your cheeks he pressed a kiss against your forehead
nuzzling your nose with his and proceeding to look in your eyes.
“Something I learned along the way? There will always be
someone better than you in some areas but, there will never be anyone who can
be you. And in some songs, no one will be able to do it like you can,
especially when you have the style. If you focus too much on the negatives you
will never see positives so keep your chin up. You are wonderful in your own way;
your moves are great. I love watching you perform. You have heart and ability.
I wasn’t that good when I started out but I got better with the help of my
friends. And now that I know this, I’m going to push you and help you get
better. Get your cute little ass back over there and let’s start it up.”
Taehyung teased letting you go.
“It’s not that little.” You mumbled looking back at your ass
in the mirror how the black shorts clung to the curve of it. Taehyung bit on
his bottom lip eyeing you humming.
“It’s just right, good enough to slap, smack and bite.” He
could feel his dick twitch in his pants at just the thought and you couldn’t
help but feel your own lower regions get wet.
“Taehyung!” You whined glaring at him. “Don’t start this
when you know I will get needy.” He smirked nodding.
“I know, because I’ve been thinking of a deal to give my
girl.” He paused leaning against the wall.
“Go on.” You countered taking a few steps back keeping your
eyes on him.
“Prove to me that you want this, let me see in this next run
through of your dance what you can do. If. IF I feel you have met up to my
needs of it, then I will reward you by giving you my fingers. Nothing else
though you, you get a little too loud when you’re caught up.” You felt your
cheeks darken at his words but you nodded your head biting on your bottom lip.
“That I can do.” Taehyung nodded his head and you moved back
to your spot. Rolling up the sleeves of your shirt you tucked them into your
bra and flexed your muscles. You wiggled out your limbs as the intro played.
Starting to wind your body to the slow song, you moved your hips to the best of
your ability. Some movements you had to do were a fast passage of motion before
you slowed down again, the foot work was close to pissing you off. Taehyung didn’t
know if he just really wanted an excuse to finger you or to see you truly feel
you were doing good. Probably the combination of both, whatever the case it had
him walking towards you wrapping his arms around your waist, pressing down on
your hips to drop you down with his body. He gracefully moved behind you.
“Feel me.” He said softly kissing under your earlobe. He
glided you across the floor, his hips pushing into yours, you tried to focus on
the song and your moves, but instead your eyes were looking down to see your
hips pressed against the males. How he rolled his hips up against yours, his
member starting to feel outlined through his black jogging pants. Taehyung was
biting on his bottom lip deep in thought about dancing with you, his sweet
scent mixed with a little sweat filling your nostrils. You tried to hold in
your groan but a tiny whine slipped through your lips.
“Damn foot.” You tried to play it off shaking your foot
before you were turned towards him. Taehyung laughed out and pressed one of his
legs between yours and you did the same, grinding your hips on his thigh trying
to follow the movement of the song. The air in the room slowly becoming thicker
and laced with something else. Taehyung slowly let his grip get tighter on your
hips watching as you breast moved in his face. Feeling your heat grind against
his thigh. Taehyung, saw you circle your hips once, and he couldn’t hold it but
he was trying to. Leaning forward he pressed against you surprising you with a
rough kiss. Taehyung backed you up until you were against the mirror, his nails
starting to bite into your skin as he rolled his hips against yours. His leg
moving against your pussy only covered by so much, a loud surprised moan left
your lips, and Taehyung enjoying every moment of this drunk up your needy
sounds pushing his tongue into your mouth. Your tongues danced around each
other’s, letting him control the kiss as you dry humped one another against the
wall. Taehyung’s hands danced down towards your ass gripping the plump flesh in
his large hands he gave a hard squeeze letting out his own groan at feeling the
plump flesh under his fingertips. Your body was getting hotter, your breast was
becoming puckered against the cotton fabric of your bra. Your hands went to
dance up his biceps, continuing upward until you were grabbing at his hair. He
bit on your tongue gently only pulling back when his chest start to hammer too
hard and he got lightheaded from not taking the oxygen. A thin trail of spit
connected your lips as he looked down at you with so much want and desire. He
licked over his plump bottom lip continuing to roll against you, his hands
moving to pull your shorts up over your cheeks making the fabric slide between
your ass cheeks. You groaned slightly as your bare flesh felt his hands, he
pressed you harder against the mirror the wood biting into your lower back as
you rolled your hips down against his leg, your panties and shorts becoming
soaked from the juices that were releasing from your pussy. He leaned down pressing his lips against your
neck sucking lightly on your spot, his teeth grazing against it lightly before
he bit down on the skin causing a blooming red mark to rise. Your hands danced
through his damp locks from the sweat, playing with the luscious hair as he
gave you pleasure creating hickeys all over your skin.
“Taehyung.” You called out in need, your body becoming
sensitive to him and you didn’t know how you were going to be able to handle
too much more teasing.
“I know baby girl. You did so good in your last run through,
you’ve convinced me that you are a good girl. I can reward you now.” He said
softly halting his movements. He pulled back from you grabbing your hand until
he was sitting down a few feet from the mirror. He pulled you down by your hand
spreading his legs wide. “Turn around.” He commanded softly, you could tell
from how low his voice dropped that he wasn’t playing any games.
You turned around, sitting down in front of him only for him
to scope you up in his arms and pull you until you were flush against his body,
his broad chest against your back. He used his hands to grip at the insides of
your thigs and move your legs until each one was over his parted legs. Taehyung
kissed on your shoulder and towards your neck, his hands drawing imaginary
circles against your parted thighs, dragging his nails up your thighs lightly
he used one hand to cup your pussy. The song on repeat in the background helped
you feel more in the mood, your head rolling to the side giving him more access,
your nerves were becoming a mess, breath hitching and heart rate spiking faster
than you thought it would. You didn’t want to ask him about the door though you
were quite worried someone might disturb the both of you, all you wanted right
now was Taehyung. His palm moving up and down your pussy slowly, his fingertips
stroking over the area slowly. Giving him a shuddering moan, your hips lifted
slightly, your hands pressing against the top of his knees as you tried to
enjoy it. Shutting your eyes your hips lifted when Taehyung tapped your thighs,
you helped him pull down your shorts and off they went. Instead of taking off
your panties, he dipped his hand inside looking into the mirror as his fingers
grazed against your wet pussy. The mewl that left your lips didn’t help his
hormones. Letting a groan resonate deep in his chest, his fingers found your
clit rubbing the wet pert bud with long circular strokes. He bit on your
earlobe gently, sucking on the spot as his fingers sped up slowly, he watched
as your hips rolled against his hand, the needy sounds that built up in your
lips, how your eyebrows knitted as you concentrated on the pleasure he was
giving you. Taehyung didn’t stop playing with your clit until he could slowly
start to hear the wet sounds over the music if he concentrated just as hard.
His long thick fingers slid down your slit slowly.
“Do you want me to kiss it better baby?” He asked causing
you to moan out his name nodding your head. Smirking softly, he opened your
pussy lips with two of his fingers, his middle finger stroking against your
entrance. Slowly he pushed his long digit in feeling your warm wet silk walls.
His finger pushing as deep as it could before he slid it out feeling all the
wetness that was starting to gather inside of your pussy. He bit on his bottom
lip, his free hand gripping at your panties and yanking them to the side so
that he could see your glistening center better. Your thighs tightening and
flexing as he fingered you slowly. Circling his finger inside of you, he let go
of your panties once they were in place, sliding his hand under your shirt and
up your stomach slowly until his fingers were softly tracing under the bottom
of your bra. Outlining the skin were the fabric stopped, his fingers moved to
press against your nipples that were hard against your bra. He groped you
through the bra for a bit before he was yanking down the fabric freeing your
breast. Gasping once again, your back arched as he gripped onto your right
nipple twisting it pressing himself closer to you.
“Open your eyes Y/N.” Taehyung called out your name. Slowly
you opened your eyes and found his through the mirror, he let your pussy lips
go with his finger only so that he could slid in another finger to rest against
his middle one stretching you out more he thrusted his digits slowly inside of
you wanting to build up the pace at a slower tempo. Your eyes rest on his while
he kneaded your breast, fondling you on the floor, you couldn’t stop your moans
that wanted to eagerly slip from your lips and let him know how good you were
feeling. Taehyung, had you trembling in his hold becoming nothing more than
putty as he played with you. His fingers sliding in and out of your wet pussy. Your
hips rutted up against his fingers, and Taehyung picked up the speed slowly
licking over his chapped lips as he started to moan.
“Does daddy make you feel good when he touches your little
pussy?” He asked softly letting his fingers fuck you at a quicker pace stills
thrusting them until his knuckles were buried, you nodded your head, your eyes
dropping low as your flush face came into play. “Say it.”
“I love how you play with my wet pussy daddy.” You moaned
out gripping at the sides of his shirts crying out.
“Do you like daddy playing with your body like this? You’re
such a dirty good girl letting daddy stroke the insides of your wall on the
floor. Anyone could come in and see me doing such scandalous things to you.” He
commented licking across your jaw.
“I mm shit. I don’t care daddy.” You admitted pressing
“No? You want people to see you being a little needy girl
for daddy while I make you cum all over my fingers. I can’t wait to taste those
sweet juices.” He whispered against your ears causing you to groan nodding.
“Daddy please go faster, make me cum.” You muttered out to
Taehyung, looking between his face and his fingers that speed up inside of you.
He was happy to oblige picking up his speed as fast as he could go adding his
third finger. He curved them all finding your spot instantly, his thumb rubbing
against your clit as his hand switched to your other breast to give it
attention. Your hips snapped up to meet the thrusts he gave to you, walls
squeezing around his fingers your juices slid down your parted thighs and onto
the floor of the practice room but neither of you cared. Your stomach was tightening
as Taehyung pressed his fingers deep inside of you, the whole thing was making
you unravel a bit more. You turned your head to kiss his lips once again. Your
hand moving to grab at his wrist as you felt your stomach tighten up the tingling
feeling starting to pool in your system.
“Are you going to cum for me and let me have those juices?”
Taehyung asked you loving how you looked, plastered hair against your face with
wild strands sticking out your body jerking erratically against his, feet
almost pressing flat on the ground so that you could aid him. He was so in love
with everything you did.
“Mmm yeah I’m going to be Taehyung’s good girl and cum all
over his fingers. My pussy loves when you fuck it. And when we get home I’m going
to show you just how much with my tongue.” Taehyung felt his eyes turn darker
if possible, your words setting him off causing him to roughly shake his hand
side to side inside of you and it was game over. Your back arched as you cried
out his name, squirting all over his fingers and the floor under you. Taehyung
kept going seeing all the water squirt from you, his hand up to his elbow got
drenched and he didn’t care it was worth it to watch your hips react to it, how
you gripped at his skin your nails biting into him now. He kept moving his hand
that way until he felt he got it all out seeing you calm down from your high. Slowly
your limbs unlocked and you rested against his body. Taehyung pulled his
fingers from you bringing them up to his lips he licked off your essence
moaning as he tasted you wanting something to hold him over until you both got
After a few minutes of nothing, Taehyung got up and pulled
you with him going to get your workout bags and his phone from the speaker. He helped
you put on your shorts and straighten up yourself. Throwing an arm around you
he pulled you out of the room and you frowned looking up at him as you headed
towards the entrance.
“Aren’t you going to clean up the mess we made? Or at least
let me!” You squeaked feeling yourself become flustered.
“Nah.” Taehyung shook his head with a growing smirk on his
lips. “I got a bet to settle with Namjoon. He probably will be the only one who
realized what it is.
A few hours later
“Whoever was working in here must have practiced really hard
to have sweat still on the floor like that.” Jimin commented looking down at
the spots of water that was still left remaining from earlier today.
“That’s not water, and get away from that or Taehyung will
kill you.” Namjoon commented with an evil smirk shaking his head in disbelief
as he pulled fifty dollars from his wallet and shoved it in his pocket. “Son of
a bitch.” He commented still in shock at the fact that he lost a bet.
There really is no way to apologize for falling asleep during sex. No words to even start the sentence to segway into an apology for that. And being that Niall prided himself on being an above average lover in every sense of the word, that made it even worse.
When Annie tried to start talking all she heard was the grumbly, testy voice Irish accent as he ranted about it.
“Niall, It’s been a rough week.”
“A rough week?!?!?” He asked as his mouth fell open, “Rough enough that ya fell asleep underneath me? Seriously?”
He turned on his heel, walking out of the room with his finger pointed in the air,
“Like I’m boring or some shit…I’ll show ya how goddamn boring I am.” He grumbled as he walked out of the room. He turned around with his finger in the air, “I’ll have ya know that every woman I ever been with says I’m the best they ever had. EVERY woman. EVER been with.” He turned to leave the room again shaking his head, “Unbelievable.” He turned around again, this time with his finger pointed into his chest, “I’m a good…no great. I’m a GREAT lover. And you’re over here fallin’ asleep like you’re in fuckin’ math class.” He turned back around, “You wait…we’ll see who’s fuckin’ boring. Better start prayin’ to some God…cuz your ass will be sore for a goddamn month when I’m done.”
And that was that. He left Annie staring at him as he walked upstairs to their bedroom, never to be heard from again. Or at least, not to be heard from for another week.
You drop the journal back onto the table, shock, guilt, and excitement mixing into a terrible concoction that makes you want to both fall onto the ground crying and start jumping up and down squealing. Instead of either, you just lean against the table with one hand, shaking. Marriage. Newt wants to marry you.
Everything around you, every smell bubbling out of the boiling liquids nearby, every creature sound creeping out of the fields, the pain of every splinter of wood poking into your palm… it all fades, becoming nothing more than forgotten thoughts as a picture of Newt in a tux at the front of a church paints itself in your mind.
You see his fingers fidgeting with the corner of his black jacket, hair still messy despite his mother’s obvious attempts to corral it into something proper for a wedding, eyes gleaming. You can picture the way a warm smile replaces his nervous grin when you reach the aisle and meet his eyes. You imagine him taking your hand into his as his long fingers slide a thin ring onto your left hand while he promises to love you forever.
You sink to the ground, eyes wide, unable to breathe. The two of you never discussed marriage, not seriously, at least. It’s not that you don’t want to marry Newt. In fact, it’s the exact opposite: You’re realizing just how desperately you want to be with him. How desperately you want to wake up with one of his arms carelessly slung over you every morning. How desperately you want to be the one he whispers jokes to at parties the two of you are forced to attend for Theseus. How desperately you want to know that he’ll be there to help you up when you’re old and teach your children to walk and kiss you at random times in the day.
You want Newt, there’s no two ways about it. You want Newt, and you may have just lost him with your impatience.
Request: Omg i love your writing sooo much <3 I was thinking if you could do a story based off Michael Buble’s ‘Just Haven’t met you Yet’. I understand if you wouldn’t want to do it but thank you for your time :)
“Next!” You call, back aching and feet sore. Work usually sucks, but today it’s a living hell. Saturdays are the normally busiest days at the grocery store but add the fact that it’s the first day of spring that’s warmer than 50 degrees, and you’ve got yourself a full store. The bustle of people weaving around one another in the narrow aisles meant that you’d been sent to clean up five separate messes and help one bawling seven-year-old find his mother. His snot covered fingers had wrapped around your own until you’d found his mother who’d immediately decided to yell at you for not bringing him sooner. People bumped into you with every turn, resulting in scowls and foul language from some particularly angry customers. You’d had to ask people to repeat themselves four different times because of the clamor and been asked because of that if it were really right for a woman to be working. On top of all that, you wore heels today so your feet want to fall off and the store’s air conditioning hardly works, meaning hot sweat drips down your back and soaks your hairline.
Despite the annoying customers and the math involved, you’re almost grateful to work at the cash register now instead of work on the floor when you hear the horrific sound of gagging nearby. Your coworker Arthur rushes past you, mop already in hand.
Raising your eyebrows at the situation, you shake your head and take stock of everything a middle-aged man in front of you sets on the counter. He wears a dark suit and a cap to hide what you assume is a balding head. He’s muttering something to himself as thick beads of sweat slide down his face, over the patches of red dotting his cheeks and forehead and collecting on his upper lip. Every time he says something, a bead flings off its place above his lip, landing on the counter in front of you.
You cringe but reach for his items and pull them closer. Flipping the page on your notepad, you begin writing the costs of everything down.
“Do you not bother to keep your customers happy here?”
a/n: Leggy drabble, while the leggy mood in me is still going summary: Winter’s ball, Angelica and Eliza are making their moves. Peggy finds herself on her own but not alone. Musical-canon time. w/c:3100
where is that lazy lil…” Hard heels banged against the wooden steps of the
brick face home. An aunt housing three beautiful, single young ladies in hopes
to help them or let her stubborn brother make miserable misses out of the
Schuyler girls. “Angelica, where is your sister?”
Angelica tapped her finger for a moment, “depends, have you checked the
kitchen? She could be washing the pots…”
po—she is most definitely not…” The elderly woman turned up her wrinkled frown
and huffed. “If she’s not in this home in the next hour, the only ball she’ll
be seeing is the ball of my heel while she scrubs my feet.” The grumpy aunt
turned and bounded back down the stairs towards the kitchen. Careful not to
trip or over work her tired knees. Angelica slowly exchanged glances with
Eliza, both woman dressed and perfumed for the night. Both of them knew what
this night could be, they could be staring into the eyes of their future. It
highly depending on this winter ball going as according to plan, if only one of
them had taken this a touch more…seriously.
Eliza quickly whispered to her sister’s side just in case the old auntie of
theirs was still listening by the stairwell. “Peggy isn’t in her room and I
highly doubt she’s doing any such chore at the moment” Concern laced her soft
melodic notes, Angelica shrugged a little.
nothing but by her time…” That was all anyone could do for Peggy. The third
sister, the youngest, the one who had more liberties than most because the
weight of reality did not touch her. Not to mention if it was their father’s
choice they would all be man-less women living under his roof for the rest of
his days. “…Get her ready, I’ll stall auntie” Angelica fluffed up her hair
for a moment and called out. “Auntie, will you tell me how was it you managed
to entice your husband? I do wish to get some pointers.” Angelica rolled her
eyes and bounded down the stairs.
Between both girls, Peggy’s adventuring was put on the backburner of their
minds. Sure a summer ago she was wry about being in the city. She heeded all of
father’s warnings but now? Now the city was filled with so much wonder and
newness. She walked around the outside of the home having taken a stroll in the
chilly air by heel. “It will snow…” She bit her lip containing a small giggle.
“How romantic.” She scampered back inside, through the backdoor. She
shimmied her way to the kitchen where her aunt was talking to Angelica, their
backs to her. Angelica eyed Peggy and motioned for her to get upstairs while
she laughed right on cue to one of her aunt’s words. With hast, Peggy started
tiptoeing up the stairs, all the while her eyes behind her in case she was
caught. She would hate to have her wrists smacked for leaving again; surely
their aunt had planned to make a hole in her joints from how many times she
would slap Peggy’s wrists for misbehavior. By the time she got to the top, a
pair of hands grabbed her and yanked her into the bedroom. “Eliza!”
“Shh, be thankful Angelica has a way with words or else those delicate knuckles
of yours would be…” she glanced down at Peggy’s hands, they were pale, nearly
blue. “…how long were you outside for Peggy?”Eliza’s motherly worries began to
shine. “Never mind, there is a bucket with some warm water, warm your hands
while I get your dress.”
“Dress?” Peggy watched as Eliza threw open a wardrobe and pulled out a yellow
dress with quarter sleeves and long lace trim, a dress her father got for her
from one of the few French ships that snuck past the English navy. “Where are
Eliza stopped in her tracks and arched an eyebrow, “You really weren’t
listening last night? Angelica got invited to a Winter’s…ball by some New York
rebels staying the week, auntie thinks it’s high time Ange finds herself a
“And we are to escort her.”
“I repeat, HA.” Peggy snorted a bit but there was no laughter from Eliza. “Angelica
isn’t going to marry some rebel! None of us will, daddy won’t approve…he never
“If there is any of us that has a chance its Angelica.” Eliza muttered
smoothing out the dress as she laid it on the bed. “She is smart, educated,
mature, demure, and stops heads of men who are miles away in their carriages.
If anyone is going to convince daddy…”
“Daddy never approves…” she pouted a little, “no use getting
our hopes up right?”
“Right. Now get dressed, our carriage is coming in an hour!”
Peggy stared at the dress as Eliza left to tell their aunt
Peggy was in the midst of getting dressed. Her eyes looked over the summery
yellow then turned to the small circular window and smiled. “Its most definitely
going to snow.”
The carriage bumped along the cold cobblestone streets
downwards the grand hall were various horses and music could be heard from
blocks away. “My bun is too tight…” Peggy shifted uncomfortably against the
very edge of the riding bench.
“Oh Angelica, look, so many horses are parked up there …do you hear the music?”
Eliza beamed, almost forgetting this night was not for her. She stuck her head
out some more into the night hair and squealed. “So excited, I haven’t danced
“I think one of you laced my corset too tight too, I feel like my ribs are
breaking” Peggy shifted again, this time her body was thrown up with a particularly
hard bump in the rode and the top of her head met the carriage ceiling. “owowowow”
“Peggy stop messing around.” Eliza whispered, leaning back towards the window.
Peggy stuck her tongue out at Eliza, slowly meeting Angelica’s judgmental
stare. She retracted her tongue and pouted as she looked out her window and
watched as the gray clouds gathered along the bleak sky. Their carriage parked
itself by the sidewalk leading up the hall. The footman came around and helped
the three ladies out and reminded them they had strict instructions to be out
in four hours.
Peggy groaned slouching as they walked towards the Hall. Suddenly she felt an
arm go around her shoulders and give her a squeeze. “Angelica—“
“Your bun is fine, your corset is hardly tight you can’t even see your bosom.”
She smirked, “and you’ll have fun.” She read her youngest sister like a book. “Forget
about what Eliza told you, don’t worry about me or what I am intended to do.
Have…fun, Pegs” She kissed the top of Peggy’s head and fluffed up the small bun
that held only half of her volumes hair. The other half was left loose in
thick, cascading curls.
The three girls entered the warm hall; already the smell of
ale and the music filled their senses immediately. Just as fast as the men standing
around the entrance became aware the Schuyler sisters had graced their ball for
“Keep your wits ahead of you girls, the men here are hungry rebels who will not
think twice in taking some poor girl to the barn out back.” Angelica smirked knowingly.
Hey, Lovelies, this has been in my computer files for awhile now, and since the blog is going through changes that have given me a bit more creative freedom I decided to post it, so please give it a chance. Hopefully, you all enjoy and thank you!
The parlor was calm today as you sat in the back sketching yet another piece of art you would soon permanently ink onto someone’s skin. It was a simple enough design evolving a stormy sky with a single lighting bolt that would travel down the customer’s spine. The client, John you thought his name was but could not be sure sat impatiently beside you breathing over your shoulder as he awaited the final design.